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10.24.14 // BEXLEY AND DEAN {CLOSED STARTER}

@themonstersamongus

Bexley had never imagined she could feel this level of sheer, unadulterated nerves. She was a damn daughter of Lucifer—half-demon, half-angel, and now a seasoned hunter who had stared down the worst horrors the world had to offer. She was supposed to be a badass, yet as she stood in front of the mirror on October 24th, 2014, her hands were actually shaking. It had taken Dean two proposals and a lot of patience to convince her that she was exactly who he wanted by his side forever, and then, a few weeks later, life had thrown them a curveball in the form of a positive pregnancy test.

That little shock had shifted everything, turning her panic into a fierce, protective resolve. Now, she stood wrapped in a gorgeous, gothic black wedding dress—a choice she’d insisted on after dragging a very confused Castiel along for the shopping trip. She’d been adamant about avoiding the "prissy white bridal ordeal," landing instead on this dramatic ensemble that felt like her true self, even as it hugged the very slight bump of their son-to-be.

Adjusting the delicate black veil, Bexley let out a shaky breath and rested a hand over her stomach. She had never been more sure of anything than she was of Dean Winchester, but the reality of becoming a wife and a mother was hitting her all at once. She looked at her reflection, seeing a woman who had found a home she never thought she’d have. "You can do this," she whispered to herself, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through the tension. "He's already a goner for you, and you're carrying his kid. It’s just a walk down the aisle."

Still on the low with this account given my current situation legally/visa/etc wise but hoping to get back as soon as I can, in other news,

It's my birthday so your favorite dork is now 24.

@glitchexmachina liked for a Vday starter !!

Nora/Tyson Edition

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I'm late. That mission took way too long but I got back as soon as I could because I wanted to be here with you tonight. For our Valentine's Day." Nora’s voice was a breathless rush of air as she practically burst through the door, the adrenaline of the field still humming beneath her skin like a live wire. She’d traded tactical gear for silk in a record-breaking blur, and as she stood before the mirror, her fingers felt uncharacteristically clumsy. It was a stark contrast to the steady, calculated precision she was known for; here, in the quiet glow of their shared space, the simple act of straightening a bowtie felt more daunting than a high-stakes extraction.

She caught Tyson’s reflection in the glass and felt that familiar, grounding tug in her chest. Every minute the debrief had dragged on, every second stuck in transit, she had been mentally counting down the distance back to him. Valentine’s Day in their line of work was never a guarantee, but she’d been determined to make this one count, even if she was sliding into home base with only minutes to spare. "I probably still smell like jet fuel and bad intentions," she joked, her lips curving into a sheepish, lopsided smile as she finally wrestled the fabric into place. She turned toward him, her gaze softening as it swept over him. The sharp lines of her suit felt like a different kind of armor, one that didn't require a holster, and she felt the last of the mission’s tension begin to bleed out of her shoulders just by being in his presence.

She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor until she was within arm's reach, looking up at him with an intensity that was entirely stripped of her professional persona. "I promise, no phones, no emergency pings, and absolutely no talk of work. I am officially off the clock and entirely yours."

Nora reached out, her hand hovering just over his lapel as she looked him over with a slow, appreciative shimmer in her eyes. "You look incredible, by the way. Almost enough to make me forget how much I hate being late." She tilted her head, her expression shifting into something more intimate and playful. "So, did I make it? Or are you going to make me work for my forgiveness tonight?"

@kniightharrington liked for a starter // couldn't pick between post epilogue and post show so here have both; Jeanette Byers edition.

CLOSED STARTER // EVELYN BARNES

@sonoftheshield gets a starter because I said!

The walk from the bar had been quiet, Evelyn’s mind already calculating the loss in tips from being sent home so early. She’d even grumbled a bit to herself about her manager’s sudden "generosity" regarding the slow night, fully intending to just face-plant into her pillows and sleep off the phantom smell of stale beer and cheap gin.

But the second she pushed open her apartment door, the atmosphere shifted. The dim, flickering glow of candles replaced the harsh fluorescent hum of the bar, and the rich, savory scent of a home-cooked meal hit her like a physical embrace.

She stood in the entryway for a long beat, her keys mid-air as she spotted Colt in the kitchen, looking entirely too proud of himself. The realization washed over her in a wave—the "slow night" hadn't been an accident at all. He’d pulled strings. He’d gone behind her back to her manager just to steal a few extra hours of her time.

Evelyn felt the sudden, hot sting of tears prickling the backs of her eyes. It was such a Colt thing to do—quiet, deliberate, and utterly selfless. After a lifetime of feeling like she had to be the strong one, the one who worked until her feet bled, being cared for with such precision was almost too much for her heart to hold.

She let out a shaky, half-breath of a laugh, reaching up to quickly brush away a stray tear before it could ruin the moment.

"You are unbelievable, you know that?" she whispered, her voice thick with affection as she finally dropped her bag. "I was halfway through a mental list of all the bills I couldn't pay because the bar was 'dead,' and here you are... making me feel like a complete idiot for not seeing right through you."

She moved toward him, the exhaustion of the shift completely forgotten in the wake of the dinner he’d prepared. "How long did it take you to convince my manager to let his best bartender walk out during happy hour? Because I know for a fact he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body unless there's a bribe involved."

continued from here @survivexendure

"You make me sound worse, sometimes a drink is exactly what you need besides I'm almost 50, I think I can handle a beer or two." The former nurse went on to remark at first in reply. She let out a quick laugh. "Thanks." Verity managed gently before taking a sip or two from the beer. She settled just a little as he continued on. "Well, as long as I was also high up." His ex-wife mumbled out then with a second laugh. "I feel like I should probably be ranked a hint higher though because I was hot and young back then." She almost teased. The mood seemed to almost shift then when his thumb caressed the top of her hand. "Yeah, she did. Greatest girl in the world." She went on to whisper. "She was the best thing we ever did wasn't she?"

Despite the heaviness of their conversation about their late daughter, he seemed to settle her, and keep her comfortable as he went on to keep talking. Hearing him talk about how he had never doubted her with having Sarah and how she was like her. "You're still sweet, I'm not sure how after all the hell we've been through since that day, but you are..." she shifted slightly then and she watched him closely before leaning in to how he somehow managed to make her feel despite everything. "What is it--what is it that you want to say? I know you. I have since 1987. So I can see in your face that you want to say something." She muttered quietly before bringing a hand up to his face. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Hi, baby." She managed as he made his way into her apartment. "Тишина собак." The SHIELD agent managed in almost flawless Russian - her first language of course - to the pair of shepherds sitting nearby. She fixed her hair just slightly then. "You're a bit early so I'm not entirely ready yet. But I really think you're going to love it once I change all the way." Nora finished with a gentle chuckle.