Title: Ride With Me (part 25)
Fandom: Supernatural
Timeline: 2008
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: ±6900 words
Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester.
A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.
Summary part 25: Y/N and Dean struggle with the aftermath of their split. Working together proves to be difficult, but other relationships within the ranch family took a hit as well. When the cowboy thinks the day can’t get much worse, complications arise, forcing him to make yet another difficult decision.
Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak, slowburn. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief.
Music: (opening scene) The Eye - Brandi Carlile. (Ride with Meadow scene) Home - Hans Zimmer. Follow ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify!
Author’s note: Beta’d by my mom (yes, you read that right. My mom reads my stuff and is on Tumblr). Thank you, @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish, @kittenofdoomage, @manawhaat, @waywardbeanie, @atc74, and @winchest09 for helping me with this story. Also a special thanks to @jules-1999, who has offered me her knowledge about rodeo events like these, and @squirrelnotsam, who knows Arizona like the back of her hand.
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With frustrated motions, Y/N stuffs her clothes into a bag, not even bothered to sort the items out. Her cheeks are tear-stained once again and she wipes at them angrily. Stop crying, it won’t get you anywhere, she scolds herself, done with feeling this emotional. After all, today is Monday, just another day at the ranch, and they have a lot of work to do. Garth and Ellen did the necessary stable work, but the horses which are usually trained by Jo, Dean, and herself had three days off while their riders were in Flagstaff.
Dean. Just the name reverberating in her head forces her to pause her actions. She dips her chin, closes her eyes, and takes a breath. Why? That’s the question she keeps asking herself. Why did he break up with her? Why did he pretend to care, only to hurt her the way he did? Why has he become so bitter, so selfish, so unlike the man she thought he was?
The questions remain unanswered, and she doesn’t expect they will give her any consolation either. That was the whole issue to begin with, wasn’t it? He can’t be honest. Apparently, he doesn’t think she’s capable of bearing the load he is meant to share with his partner. Apparently, she’s not good enough. Just like she didn’t meet her first boyfriend’s standards, who got tired of her spending more time with her horses than with him. Her second relationship ended in a fiasco as well, this time it was his jealousy of her success that caused the split. Yesterday proved that the third time clearly isn’t a charm. But neither of her previous significant others ever caused a cataclysm as the one Dean has left behind. Her heart is a wasteland now.
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Title: Ride With Me (part 24)
Fandom: Supernatural
Timeline: 2008
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: ±9400 words
Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester.
A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.
Summary part 24: John’s presence at the horse show flips Dean’s world upside down, sending him a tailspin that could have serious consequences. Will Y/N and his friends be able to get through to him?
Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak, slowburn. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief.
Music: How Do You Get ‘Em Back - David Ramirez. Follow ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify!
Author’s note: Thank you @atc74, and @winchest09 for helping me. Also a special thanks to @jules-1999, who has offered me her knowledge about rodeo events like these, and @squirrelnotsam, who knows Arizona like the back of her hand. Guys, this is going to be a heavy one. 9.3K of angst. If you are invested in this story, I suggest you’ll have the tissues ready before you start reading. Godspeed.
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“Hello, son.”
Only two words, but it’s more than Dean has heard his father say in a long while. The simple greeting lingers between them, like smog polluting the air, stealing his breath. A force of habit the cowboy assumed was long forgotten has him square his shoulders. After all, if there’s anything John taught him it’s that men can’t be weak.
What does he call him? Dad? Sir? The cowboy isn’t even sure and so he decides to keep his mouth closed. Instead, he measures the man before him. He is but a ghost of the parent Dean remembers - or at least idolized for so long. His boots are dusty and worn, the leather tearing at the creases. His clothes are dirty, stains on the white t-shirt he’s wearing under a camel jacket. He grew a beard, the tough hairs grey now. A black cowboy hat hides most of his slick hair, but they don’t conceal the dark circles under his father’s eyes, nor the tale of pain and sorrow that are still apparent. Nothing has changed, really. He just got older.
Dean can feel his knees weaken as his breaths come out shaky, but he is able to stand his ground. He sets his jaw, gritting away the frustration that continues to build, his fists clenched, nails digging into his palm. But it’s more than just aggravation that courses through him; it’s joined with an overwhelming sense of panic and fear. He wants to run, far away from confrontations and the dull blade that is tearing open old wounds. What he would give to go back in time, just an hour or so, to prevent this moment. What he would give to be able to live the life he naively pictured, with his family, with Y/N.
Meanwhile, John watches him, eyes glossed over and wearing a small smile. “It’s good to see you.”
Still, Dean can’t speak. He just stares at his father. Even the gentle words falling from John’s chapped lips don’t lift the tension. Where Dean was thankful that the stables were empty just a few minutes ago, he now wishes it was swarming with people, because being cut out from the public eye is not a position the cowboy wants his girlfriend to be in. When John steps closer hesitatingly, Dean moves in front of her, one hand back to make sure she stays behind him. It’s instinct, a reaction that is fed by years of doing the same for Sammy. He did everything possible to protect his brother then, and now he has to do the same for her. Dean has to get her out of here. Now.
Series summary: (Supernatural AU) Bailey Walker has spent the last year picking up the pieces of her failed relationship. Just when she thinks she is almost whole again, the rug is pulled from underneath her yet again. Her life is a mess, she’s a mess, and yet throughout it all, she finds herself growing close to somebody she’s spent eight years pushing away. Bailey can feel Dean worming his way back into her life and consequently her heart, but she’s been burned before, can she find it in herself to trust him again?
Chapter warnings: maybe a little angst?
Words: 2949
AN: This is an AU. Pretty much everybody is alive and just living their best apple pie lives. Hunting isn’t a thing, they’re all just normal people. I don’t have a beta reader, so I do apologise for any mistakes that I didn’t pick up on when editing :)
Chapter One
“Jess, can you please stop that?”
The infuriating sound of paper flapping, which had Bailey’s clenching her hands so tightly that her fingernails were leaving crescent shaped indentations on her palm, immediately ceased. The pain was only a minor inconvenience in comparison to the unbearable, choking humidity that had turned her tiny apartment into a temporary sauna.
“I can’t help it,” Jess said with a whine, unable to resist the temptation of fanning herself and picking the newspaper back up, “maybe if you fixed your AC, I wouldn’t have to.”
Bailey, in a fit of pure frustration, pulled her sweat soaked shirt over her head in a futile attempt at cooling herself down. The heat plaguing her apartment had Bailey willing to do just about anything to escape it, and that didn’t exclude stripping off in-front of her best friend.
“I already told you, my AC doesn’t need fixing.” Bailey quipped, the sticky heat making her more irritable than usual as she dragged herself into the kitchen in search of something, anything, that would cool her down.
Unfazed at her best friend’s state of undress, Jess rolled her eyes at Bailey’s ongoing determination that her AC was in fact not broken; even though it had all the effect of an old asthmatic man standing in the corner breathing on them. It was beyond her that somebody who hated the heat so vehemently, would be so opposed to the idea of fixing the one thing that would cool her apartment down.
“You could just ask Dean—”
Bailey, who had found a bottle of water shoved at the very back of the fridge and had been just about to down it, whipped around so fast that she was worried she may get whiplash.
summary: it’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. the studio’s are hot, gemini flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at shaggin’ studios. chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. is this all just physical, or is there something more?
pairing: 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader (all may read!!)
word count: 5.6k
warnings: slow burn(ish), cigarettes, angsty, thanksgiving, parallel timelines, familial drama, stick with me on this one folks
Summary: Bailey Walker has spent the last year picking up the pieces of her failed relationship. Just when she thinks she is almost whole again, the rug is pulled from underneath her yet again. Her life is a mess, she's a mess, and yet throughout it all, she finds herself growing close to somebody she's spent eight years pushing away. Bailey can feel Dean worming his way back into her life and consequently her heart, but she's been burned before, can she find it in herself to trust him again? (this is an AU)
Series warnings: Each chapter will come with it’s own warnings, but generally there will be angst, strong language, mention of death, eventual mild smut (any chapters with smut will be marked with an *)
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Series summary: (Supernatural AU) Bailey Walker has spent the last year picking up the pieces of her failed relationship. Just when she thinks she is almost whole again, the rug is pulled from underneath her yet again. Her life is a mess, she's a mess, and yet throughout it all, she finds herself growing close to somebody she's spent eight years pushing away. Bailey can feel Dean worming his way back into her life and consequently her heart, but she's been burned before, can she find it in herself to trust him again?
Chapter warnings: maybe a little angst?
Words: 2949
AN: This is an AU. Pretty much everybody is alive and just living their best apple pie lives. Hunting isn’t a thing, they’re all just normal people. I don’t have a beta reader, so I do apologise for any mistakes that I didn’t pick up on when editing :)
Chapter One
“Jess, can you please stop that?”
The infuriating sound of paper flapping, which had Bailey’s clenching her hands so tightly that her fingernails were leaving crescent shaped indentations on her palm, immediately ceased. The pain was only a minor inconvenience in comparison to the unbearable, choking humidity that had turned her tiny apartment into a temporary sauna.
“I can’t help it,” Jess said with a whine, unable to resist the temptation of fanning herself and picking the newspaper back up, “maybe if you fixed your AC, I wouldn’t have to.”
Bailey, in a fit of pure frustration, pulled her sweat soaked shirt over her head in a futile attempt at cooling herself down. The heat plaguing her apartment had Bailey willing to do just about anything to escape it, and that didn’t exclude stripping off in-front of her best friend.
“I already told you, my AC doesn’t need fixing.” Bailey quipped, the sticky heat making her more irritable than usual as she dragged herself into the kitchen in search of something, anything, that would cool her down.
Unfazed at her best friend’s state of undress, Jess rolled her eyes at Bailey’s ongoing determination that her AC was in fact not broken; even though it had all the effect of an old asthmatic man standing in the corner breathing on them. It was beyond her that somebody who hated the heat so vehemently, would be so opposed to the idea of fixing the one thing that would cool her apartment down.
“You could just ask Dean—”
Bailey, who had found a bottle of water shoved at the very back of the fridge and had been just about to down it, whipped around so fast that she was worried she may get whiplash.
“No.”
“Oh, come on,” Jess said exasperatedly, hands on her hips, “he isn’t that bad. And he’ll probably do it for free.”
“Yes, Jess, he is that bad. I’d rather pay somebody than have that man in my apartment.”
Jess grinned, “Ah, so you admit you need somebody to fix it.”
Scowling in her best friend’s direction, Bailey opened the bottle and chugged half of the icy cold liquid in one go, instead of coming up with a sarcastic retort like she wanted to.
“So, I need to tell you something,” Jess said slowly, hesitating as she watched in amusement whilst Bailey chugged the water and simultaneously shimmied her sweaty denim shorts down her legs, “Bails, if you were gonna strip for me, you could have at least worn matching underwear.”
If it were anybody else, that comment would have her cheeks burning read and stuttering. But Jess had seen Bailey in much worse states, and vice versa, to the point where they would have to do something really scandalous for either of them to bat an eyelid.
“You would be lucky to have me strip for you, Hello Kitty briefs and all."
Choosing to put an end to the exchange, Jess cleared her throat and continued with what she had been waiting – no, dreading – to say, “So, there’s no easy way to say this and I’m just going to come right out and say it. Sam invited Chris to the wedding, and well, he’s RSVP’d.”
The revelation came with a grimace, as though she’d just ignited an explosive and was waiting for the big show.
“And?” Bailey asked, as though waiting for another part to the story.
Jess raised an eyebrow, perplexed by her seemingly blasé attitude towards the news. "And you're okay with that?"
Bailey faltered at that; she knew in her mind she wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay in a very long time, but it had always been so easy to pretend otherwise when everybody around her were so terrified of even mentioning her ex-boyfriend’s name.
Almost a year had passed since their three-year relationship had come to an end, but Bailey was still stuck in the same cycle of going to work, faking wholesome smiles and conversation with customers, pretending that she didn’t feel like her whole life was crumbling around her, and then coming home to an empty apartment to mourn a life she almost had.
One day Bailey would look back and feel nothing but embarrassed at the thought of all the time she’d spent grieving a relationship that was long since over. But that day didn’t seem to be on the near horizon.
Forcing her lips to curve up into something that resembled more of a grimace than a smile, Bailey finally spoke, “Yeah, I’m okay with it. It’s just one day, and besides, it’s your guys’ day, not mine. You deserve to have whoever you want there.”
In the back of her mind, Bailey knew she couldn’t have expected Sam not to invite Chris. They’d been best friends at one point, maybe not so much anymore but they were still friends, and so it was no shock that he would be invited.
Despite noticing the way Bailey’s hazel eyes looked slightly glassy and the hesitation before she responded, Jess chose not to push the subject. She’d witnessed first-hand what she had gone through when Chris left, and for her best friend’s sake, she didn’t want to cause the kind of breakdowns that she’d spent six months coaxing Bailey out of.
Jess had spent far too many hours watching Bailey sob, barely able to breathe through the tears because of what Chris had done to her, and she refused to be the person who brought those memories back up.
“Hey, how about you put on some new clothes and we go get a beer at the Roadhouse?”
And with that, normalcy was injected back into the room.
***
“There’s my girls.”
Bailey and Jess were both grinning from ear to ear as they approached the bar, squeezing their way through the people crowded around the pool table, where Ellen was already preparing their drinks. A bottle of beer and a tequila shot each were waiting for them when they finally made it to their favourite bartender.
Without hesitation, Bailey down the gold liquid, barely flinching as it burned its way down her throat. The concerned look Jess shot her didn’t go unnoticed as they both took their seats, but she chose to ignore it in favour of greeting Ellen.
“Bad day?” Ellen asked, watching with a glint in her eye as Bailey chugged half of her beer in one go.
Heaving out a heavy sigh as she placed the bottle back down onto the bar, “You could say that,” she said, letting her eyes glance around the room, grinning as she spotted Jo at the pool table, clearly beating her flustered looking opponent.
Although there was a three-year age gap between them, Bailey and Jo had always been close friends, all but growing up together. Circumstance had brought them together, their parents were all good friends and Bailey had been coming to the Roadhouse for as long as she could remember, but their friendship had stood the test of time.
And then came along Jess, who just slid so easily in with them, that it felt like they’d all always been friends.
Catching her eye, Bailey sent a wink to Jo, who shot one straight back at her, before focusing back up on her game.
“Is Sam swinging by, too?” Ellen casually asked Jess, as she absentmindedly wiped at the bar with a rag.
“Probably,” Jess said, taking a sip of her beer, “if Dean has anything to say about it.”
Bailey couldn’t help the involuntary eye roll that came from the mention of Dean. It was an understatement to say that she wasn’t his biggest fan, but the words that she had to describe her feelings towards him were very unsavoury.
Along with Jo, Bailey had grown up with Sam. Dean being four years older than them, she never really saw him as anything other than an annoying older brother, who enjoyed teasing the hell out of all three of them whenever he got the chance.
But that had all changed during the summer after she and Sam had graduated high school. Something shifted between Bailey and Dean – Dean no longer seeing her as just his brother’s irritating best friend, and Bailey spurred on by raging teenage hormones. Neither of them had seen the mutual attraction coming, but there was nothing stopping it.
They fell into what could be best described as a summer fling, because by the time September came and Bailey was off to college, it all came crumbling down. By then, she had developed some real feelings for him – beyond just wanting to jump his bones every time he walked through the door – but in classic Dean fashion, ever afraid of making genuine connections with women, he blew her off with a text message. And that was that.
Eight years later, Bailey still held a grudge on the older Winchester.
“Speak of the devils.”
Draining the last of her bottle, Bailey couldn’t help the eyebrows that pinched into a frown as she turned to see the two brothers walking through the front door, laughing loudly at something. Sam was still dressed in his office suit, but Dean had changed out of his usual work navy overalls, into a pair of blue jeans and a red flannel shirt.
He looked good.
Bailey immediately mentally cursed herself as soon as the thought entered her head. It frustrated her to no end that even though all she felt for the older brother was revulsion, she couldn’t deny the glaringly obvious fact – Dean Winchester was a sight to behold.
Whilst Jess got up to greet her fiancé, Bailey turned back to the bar and ordered another beer and a few more shots of tequila. She would need them if she were going to get through an evening with him.
As Ellen placed the shots of tequila onto the bar, a hand reached over from behind Bailey and took one. She didn’t need to look to know who it was – there was only one person on the planet who would have the nerve.
“For me? You shouldn’t have, sweetheart.”
“You’re an ass.” Bailey said, though lacking in her usual conviction, too fed up to entertain the little feud they had going. She took another shot without looking at him, hoping he would take the hint to leave her alone
Much to her chagrin, Dean sat down next to her, signature smirk as he looked over at her, before turning his attention to Ellen.
“Two beers and a whiskey, please.”
“Coming up, doll.”
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but whatever inevitably provoking words he was going to say died on his tongue as Sam and Jess finally joined them; Sam hugging Bailey from behind, swiftly pressing a kiss to her temple, a quiet sorry whispered into her auburn hair before pulling away.
Bailey sent him a look that said he had nothing to be sorry for, but she knew that no matter what she said or did, Sam was going to feel guilty for inviting Chris. It did make her think why invite him if he felt so bad about it, but she had no urge to question it.
The three of them began chattering around Bailey, but she wasn’t listening. She could barely focus on the sound of the Led Zeppelin song blaring through the stereo, let alone whatever her friends and Dean were talking about.
Although she’d put on a brave face, the mention of Chris earlier had really floored her. It had been a year since he walked out of her life, eyes set on bigger and better things – things Bailey apparently couldn’t offer him – and yet one mention of his name and she felt like she was back to square one.
It occurred to her on many occasions that Chris was as good as it got for her. Although not her first love, the infuriating lady-killer knocking whiskey back beside her frustratingly held that title, she really thought that he was going to be it. She saw a life with him, a good life, that she couldn’t picture ever having with anybody else.
So, was that it? Was she destined to a life of loneliness and forever picking up the pieces of a life she never got to have? Those kinds of questions often kept Bailey awake at night – more often than she’d care to admit.
Her uncharacteristically quietness didn’t go undetected by any of them – even Dean was eyeing her with an expression that could be described as mild concern. Normally she’d be at the centre of the conversation, cracking jokes, ribbing on Sam for wearing his monkey suit at the bar.
“Hey, Bails, up for a game of pool?” Sam asked, pulling her out of whatever daydream she had been caught up in.
Almost as though she was suddenly remembering where she was, Bailey blinked a few times before turning to him with a mischievous smile, “Only if you’re looking to get your ass kicked.”
The smile didn’t quite reach her eyes and there wasn’t the usual skip in her step as she and Sam walked over to the vacant pool table – Jo now helping her mother behind the bar as the usual Friday evening crowd began filling up the building.
“Bails,” Sam started once they reached the table, away from prying ears, “you know I didn’t want to upset you, right?”
Picking up her pool cue and starting to chalk the end of it, she nodded, trying to look as unfazed as possible. When Sam had asked her for a game, she knew he just wanted to get her away from the other two so that he could say his piece.
“I’m not upset, Sam,” she said with a sigh, “you have every right to invite whoever you want to your wedding, okay? Please, can we just leave it there for now?”
“Right, yeah, sorry.”
“So, you ready to get your ass kicked?” Bailey taunted with a grin, the tension immediately dissipating into nothing.
“Bring it.”
Ten short minutes later, Bailey had her cue above her head, yelling out in triumph at her win. Sam, though shaking his head at her less than subtle display of victory, grinned along with her. He was simply happy that she was acting more like herself, but for how long he didn’t know.
“Another?” she asked, setting the balls back into the rack in the middle of the table.
Sam huffed out a laugh. “Sure, you set up, I’ll go get us another drink.”
By now, Bailey was feeling buzzed, the two beers and however many shots of tequila had started to kick in. She could handle her alcohol reasonably well and it would take a lot more for her to be truly drunk, but she was getting that warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she swayed slightly as she walked around the table.
Maybe it wasn’t the best way to cope, but the numbing effects of alcohol seemed to be working well to take her mind away from Chris.
A somewhat pleasant mood had begun to settle over Bailey, and only improved throughout the night. Being around her friends – Jess, Sam, Jo, even Charlie had made an appearance – was all the therapy she needed.
She had beaten Sam at another few games of pool before they decided to call it quits, settling instead in their usual booth at the far corner of the bar, away from the noisy patrons. The rest of their friends had slowly joined them, bringing over more drinks that only served to get Bailey increasingly buzzed.
Bailey and Charlie were clinking their shot glasses together, before knocking them back, when Dean approached the table. Before that, he’d been chatting up a pretty little blonde at the bar – as per usual, searching for somebody to take home. It wasn’t a night at the Roadhouse if Dean didn’t leave with a girl hanging off his arm.
But there he was, squeezing himself into the booth, directly next to a disgruntled looking Bailey.
“Luck out?” she asked, eyebrows pinching together when he slings his arm across the seat behind her. He was too close for comfort, his jean covered thigh pressing up against her bare leg.
He shrugged, taking a long pull of his beer. “She has a boyfriend.”
“I’m surprised that stopped you.”
“I do have morals, sweetheart.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Not taken aback in the slightest by her comment, Dean grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement – unlike Bailey, he enjoyed their banter. “You say the sweetest things to me.”
Choosing to ignore the green-eyed man next to her, Bailey tuned back into the conversation. Charlie, Jo, and Jess were chatting about the bachelorette party planned for the following weekend, whilst Sam was completely zoned out, scrolling on his phone.
“Are we still starting at Bailey’s?” Charlie asked, looking over at the girl in question.
“Only if she gets her AC fixed.” Jess replied, grinning smugly over at her.
“I am not having this conversation again, Jessica.”
Dean, who had surprisingly been listening to the conversation, piped in. “I could take a look at it for you.”
Grinding her teeth and clenching her fists, Bailey knew she had been cornered. There was no reasonable excuse to say no to Dean, who was so generously offering his services in front of everybody. Looking over at Jess, who was still wearing the smug grin, she knew her best friend had planned this.
“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, I’ll be fine.”
“Nonsense,” Dean said, starting to catch onto Bailey’s hesitation, “I’ll swing by tomorrow afternoon and take a look.”
I couldn't have asked for a better ending... Thank you so much. I started watching at 10 years old. My family loves mythology, gore, and great familial dynamics, so the show was a guarenteed hit. Now, 15 years later, I cried through basically the whole episode. No show ever made me feel this much. Thank you to the SPN family who gave me strength, family, and entertainment for 15 amazing years...
Sam and Dean were more than characters on a screen for all of us. They were the human embodiment of the saying "love conquers all". They were also the embodiment of so so much more. We are all hurting, but for me it's in a good way.
Both Jensen and Jared got the endings they wanted, Dean died doing what he loved, and Sammy was able to live out his dream of raising a family. Most importantly, they were reunited. The writers had a difficult situation, they had to sever the ties to characters that we have known, loved, and supported for 15 years... That isn't a small or easy task. They knew this task was heartbreaking, complicated, and most of all, extremely fragile.
They knew we were and still are are attached to these people that have been in our lives for 15 years. They've been in our homes, making us laugh, cry, and wonder about so much. To take that away in a way everyone would accept and love is impossible. There's too many opinions, too many people wishing it wasn't the case, and way too many people that think they know the characters better than the actors themselves.
Is it sad to see this show go? Absolutely, my heart is torn to shreds knowing I won't see anymore of Dean's snarky comebacks and Sam's eyerolls at said comebacks. I'm devastated I won't hear "hello boys" in a new episode ever again.
However... I'm smiling. Smiling at the fact Jared gets to film in a place that isn't in another country, so he can spend time with his family. I'm smiling at the fact Jay is going to be a FUCKING SUPERHERO (I hope...I've been dreaming of seeing that). They are exploring different worlds, characters, and opportunities...
They're actors... So let them act.
Also. Don't hate on the writers. They had to do something incredibly difficult. Tell the last chapter of a 15 year story... And in my opinion, they did a damn good job of it.
Slowly I will post more...
Just wanted to say I love you, thanks, and again, Carry On...
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concept: you meet chris’ family on a trip to boston for a patriot’s game. the slowest of slow burns. part seventeen of way too many.
pairing: chris evans x reader
word count: 4.1k
warnings: angst, fluff
author’s note: this really isn’t one of my best, probably because this is one of the chapters i didn’t plan to a fault. i tried to get the family as accurate as i could but chris is quite a private dude (and he has every right to be tbh) so my research kinda pulled up very little on them. which is fine. at what point do i become a stalker though because i’ve seen so many interviews now trying to memorise his speech patterns and mannerisms to make this fic somewhat believable and i’m sure i deserve a restraining order at this point—
a collection of happenings, the little moments with chris evans. little to no plot, callbacks to previous parts, but many can be read individually. the slowest of slow burns. smut will be marked with an asterisk (*)
PART I — the night you met.
PART II — the surprise reunion.
PART III — the first non-date of many.
PART IV — the second non-date of many; (ft. seb and anthony).
PART V — chris comes home unexpectedly, awkward encounters ensue.
PART VI — the epic food fight of '20.
PART VII — after a power outage cuts the heating, body warmth is the highest currency in the evans household.
PART VIII — a drunken game of never have i ever leads to skinny dipping, and some late night confessions.
PART IX — you go to a burlesque club for your birthday; the first kiss (ft. wingmen anthony and sebastian).
PART X — post-kiss confrontation; you help chris learn lines for a romance film he's auditioning for. involves strawberries.
PART XI — you and chris attend a last minute vegas wedding of his close, personal friend (ft. mcu cast).
PART XII — an interview misinterpretation leads to awkwardness.
PART XIII — chris is hosting a charity event, and asks you to be his date when his initial date can't make it. (ft. scarlett, seb, and anthony).
PART XIV — on a celebratory trip to the hamptons, chris helps you out of an altercation at the bar (ft. seb and anthony).
(Slight Sebastian Stan x Reader, but it’s really just plot)
Also…. I just found out what Cherry Chapstick meant and …. that meaning has NO CORRELATION to this fic. LMAO
Summary: Chris hates (has a crush on) his younger co-star.
Warnings: AGE GAP (Reader is 19), fluff, Chris is kinda mean, flirty Sebastian, tiny bit of angst, oh and a makeout scene.
If anything from above makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.
Word Count: 4.3k
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It was as if you were testing him.
Every time you’d bat your lashes or pout your lip – or even breathe for that matter – he felt as if you were giving him a direct attack.
You were an up and coming actress. A young 19-year-old starlet who stole scenes as supporting characters on multiple movies and shows. And Marvel had just picked up your talent in a multi-movie contract. Your new role, Amara, was shrouded in mystery. However, like the tease Marvel was, Amara was showcased in a new trailer for an in-the-works project, starring alongside Bucky, Steve, and Sam. She also shared a kiss with not one, but both super soldiers. (Lucky girl).
You got on well with Sebastian and Anthony. Your bubbling and charming personality was alluring as it was endearing. The three of you became fast friends. Chris, on the other hand, was colder to you.
“He’s a teddy bear,” Robert Downey, Jr. – the man who convinced you to audition for Marvel in the first place – had told you. You were worried about being the new blood – the odd one out – with the three men who’ve already worked together in multiple movies. “Kindest soul on earth.” RDJ promised.
And you wanted to believe that. You really did. But every time the cameras weren’t rolling on set, he’d just brush past you, forgoing his Steve Rogers persona. He’d constantly lash out at you and just be plain cruel. Whereas Sebastian and Anthony were very welcoming (and you thought they’d be the main ones “bullying” you), Chris was one that was hostile. At least when Seb and Anthony teased you, it was in a joking, light-hearted way… When Chris made his jabs, they hurt.
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a collection of happenings, the little moments with chris evans. little to no plot, callbacks to previous parts, but many can be read individually. the slowest of slow burns. smut will be marked with an asterisk (*)
PART I — the night you met.
PART II — the surprise reunion.
PART III — the first non-date of many.
PART IV — you move in and meet some of chris' friends at your welcome party.
PART V — chris comes home unexpectedly, awkward encounters ensue.
