Jk, I Found Everything I Need BESIDES The Cord That Plugs The Tv Into The Wall Smh

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parings: married!deanwinchester x married!reader

synopsis: life married to dean

warnings: no smut

the nights always ended the same way, no matter how long he’d been gone. his hands, calloused from gripping the wheel of the Impala, always found their way to the curve of your waist, pulling you close, grounding himself in your warmth. it was like he was making sure you were still there, flesh and blood and not some fleeting dream he could lose again.

when dean came home, it was like the house breathed with him. the soft creak of the door, his boots thudding heavily on the wooden floors, the rustling as he shrugged off his jacket. it was all the noise of a man who fought his way back to you, every damn time. sometimes it was days, sometimes weeks, but every return felt like the first, like he’d fought a hundred battles just to hold you again.

“you up?” his voice broke the stillness, low and familiar, a sound you’d missed more than you could admit. you stepped out of the kitchen, where you’d been waiting, and met him halfway, your arms wrapping around his neck as his settled on your waist.

“i’m always up when you’re coming home,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. he held you tighter, a sigh of relief escaping him as he buried his face in your neck, just breathing you in.

sam’s footsteps echoed lightly behind him, and you glanced over dean’s shoulder. “sam, you know where everything is. get some rest.”

“thanks,” sam replied, offering you a small smile before disappearing into the guest bedroom.

the door clicked shut, leaving you and dean alone in the quiet house. his hands slid down to your hips, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of your shirt. “missed you,” he whispered.

“missed you too.” your fingers traced the edge of his jaw, noting the rough stubble that had grown since you last saw him. “come on, you look beat.”

he didn’t argue, letting you lead him to the bedroom. the familiar sights of your shared space surrounded you—the nightstand with his gun and knife, the salt lines carefully laid at every entry point. it was a fortress, one you both had built together, knowing the dangers that lurked just outside those walls.

he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand between his knees. his eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but there was something else there too—a quiet gratitude, a sense of peace. “the road was rough,” he admitted softly. “but this… being here with you… makes it worth it.”

you cupped his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs along his cheekbones. “you’re home now. that’s all that matters.”

he nodded, pulling you down into his lap, holding you close. the weight of him, the steady beat of his heart under your palm, it all felt like home. three times a week, if you were lucky, he’d be here, his presence filling the space, his warmth seeping into you. and in those moments, the worry and the fear melted away, leaving just the two of you.

sometimes, you wished he would stay longer. that the job wouldn’t pull him away so often. that there’d be more mornings where you could wake up to the sight of him, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded with sleep, his lips curved into a lazy smile that was just for you. mornings where his hands would roam, slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of you as if he had all the time in the world. mornings where he’d whisper your name like a prayer, his lips tracing the line of your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin.

“we’ll have more mornings,” he said softly, as if reading your mind. his lips brushed against your temple, his voice a comforting rumble. “i promise.”

it wasn’t just about the sex, though God, when dean touched you, it was like the world stopped spinning. his fingers, rough and sure, knew exactly how to unravel you, to make you shudder and cling to him in the dark. but it was the way he looked at you after, like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world, that made your chest ache with something fierce and unrelenting.

you were his home. his sanctuary. and even though you wished he could be there more, you never doubted for a second that he was yours, fully and completely. every kiss, every touch, every whispered word in the dead of night was a promise—a promise that no matter how far he wandered, he’d always find his way back to you.

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btw yes it is amazing to celebrate drake's ruin and being a hater etc etc but i want everyone to come away from tonight remembering that this is about far far more than one evil man.

everything about this performance was a celebration of the black american culture that drake commodifies. kendrick went on stage in the middle of the country's largest sporting event with trump in attendance and stated, very clearly, that black culture is not going anywhere.

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long ago and far away in Charlotte, 2023

y’all i am not ready for more of my family members to die. if you don’t know what’s happening in ontario schools right now here’s a quick recap because I have been absolutely beside myself driving myself crazy as a teacher and i need y’all to know

1. the provincial government has announced that school openings will be delayed by 2 days (Jan 5 instead of Jan 3) in order to hand or N95 masks to staff and install air filteration systems in 3000 CLASSROOMS (which considering, we have 4900 SCHOOLS… you do the math)

2. after announcing the above yesterday they have since said ACTUALLY besties you won’t be receiving any of that till mid january and the filters won’t be installed in 85% of middle schools won’t be given any of those filters. As a secondary teachers there’s a pain in my chest for my elementary teacher colleagues.

3. Quarantine for positive testing educators is now 5 days instead of 10, the qualifier being that the death rate with omicron is “only” 54% (truly what the fuck, we can’t even get into the ableism of that)

4. here’s a fun thing. In one very large school board (Toronto Catholic School Board) having a + result on a Rapid test doesn’t count — you need it on a PCR in order to be approved for those 5 days

5. oh but wait! PCR testing is now limited only to high risk individuals and if you are not one of those you have to pay $180 to get a test done, and while teachers do count as high risk, the backlog for testing is so severe right now that many can’t even get a spot to be tested and so default to the paid version, and we can’t even get INTO the classist and racist underpinnings of that right now

5a) PCR testing is only available to symptomatic high risk people. So if you’re asymptomatic. (like i was for example in March) you can’t get a PCR test without paying. So you will go to work and put EVERYONE YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH AT RISK

6. Ontario has reported a 29.2% positivity rate today (Dec 31). you have a 1 in 3 chance of getting covid generally. In a congregate setting (20+, so any classroom ever because remember! our class sizes have been INCREASING year over year) it’s a 95% chance

I don’t want to have COVID again. I don’t want to watch any of my family go through it again.

But hey, don’t worry. You can still be one of the 1000 people who get to attend a raptors game.

I understand virtual schooling has taken a toll on student and teacher mental health. Believe me I was in the trenches of it. But I think the mental toll of watching people you love die is worse. And if you’ve been in the pandemic unscathed by this, good for you. Some of us haven’t been so lucky

In the Fields We Lie Masterlist

18+ MDNI

Summary: World War I is at its climax. Dean is figuring out his life before his name gets drawn from the draft. Falling in love while he can. Will he get the life he always wanted? Or will the war destroy him?

1. Part i 2. Part ii

No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI

I feel like everything I write is actually ass. I think I have some really good ideas but I don't know how to put them together. That, or I overthink every small detail and it consumes me.

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

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˚₊‧꒰ა @angels-silhouette ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where leo, cancer, sagittarius meets aquarius, leo*, saggitarius. ⟡˙⋆

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ꔛ. meeting each other,

if fate were a person, it would've laughed when you two crossed paths. you and dean? your energies are like two flint stones colliding--fire, fire, fire! dean's leo rising practically screams for attention, but guess what? so does yours. the moment you walk into a room, people notice. and so does he. so, let's set the scene : it's late, the neon glow of some dingy gas station flickering against the impala's hood. you're leaning against your car, glaring at the ancient-looking gas pump that's absolutely not accepting your card. dean's watching from across the lot, beer in one hand, keys twirling in the other. he's seen that look before--pure, unfiltered annoyance--and damn if it isn't entertaining. "you gotta coax it a litte," he calls over. you turn, raising an unimpressed brow. "oh? and what do you suggest? whisper sweet nothing to it?" dean smirks, pushing off the impala. "nah, sweetheart. just gotta kick it real good." "...you can't be serious." dean shrugs. "worked for me once. or maybe i just have the magic touch." you scoff, but there's something annoyingly charming about him. and just like that? you've both got each other's attention.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

with both your moons in sagittarius, there's an instant understanding. you both crave adventure, freedom, and a life that isn't boring. you'd push each other to do the craziest things--late-night road trips, reckless dares, sneaking into places you definitely shouldn't be. your leo sun and mercury mean you love a good back-and-forth, and dean's aquarius sun and capricorn mercury make him the perfect sparring partner. expect witty banter, eye-rolls, and arguments over the dumbest things--but also deep, surprisingly heartfelt talks when it really matters. potential conflict? your mars in scorpio makes you intense when you care, but dean's mars in aquarius is detached. he runs when things get too heavy. you, on the other hand, demand honesty. if he pulls back, you'll call him out. still, as friends? unstoppable duo. the kind of connection that just makes sense.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

this? a wild, passionate mess that neither of you can walk away from. dean is irresistibly drawn to your leo sun and venus. you're confident, magnetic, and unapologetically yourself--and he loves that. you shine, and whether he admits it or not, he wants to be close to the light. your mars in scorpio makes you all-in when it comes to love. you don't do half-measures. but dean's mars in aquarius? it's complicated. he feels deeply, but he's terrified of being trapped. this means your dynamic is a push and pull--he teases, you challenge, he flirts, you raise the stakes. strengths? ridiculous chemistry. the tension is off the charts. you'd bring out dean's softer, more protective side, and he'd pull you into a world of adventure you secretely crave. weaknesses? you want commitment, whether you say it outright or not. dean... has a habit of avoiding thing until it's too late. the challenge? getting him to admit he wants you just as much as you want him.

ꔛ. request, strangers meeting for the first time

dean leans against the impala, beer sweating in his grip as he watches you struggle with the ancient gas pump. “need help?” you sigh, barely sparing him a glance. “unless you’re secretly a gas station whisperer, no.” dean smirks, pushing off the car. “lucky for you, i happen to be great with machines.” “is that so?” you cross your arms, studying him now. he’s cocky, all easy confidence and reckless charm. the type of guy you should probably ignore. but then? he kicks the pump, and the damn thing starts working. you blink. “…what the hell?” dean grins. “told you. magic touch.” you scoff, but there’s a flicker of amusement behind it. “you realize you just encouraged every idiot in a hundred-mile radius to start kicking gas pumps, right?” he shrugs. “not my problem.” you shake your head, but you’re smiling now. and dean? yeah. he likes that.

ꔛ. overall, score : 8.5 / 10

explosive chemistry, but can you handle the fire? it's magnetic, thrilling, and impossible to ignore. you challenge him, intrigue him, and keep him on his toes. he pulls you into a world of excitment, but can he give you the security you deserve? that's the real question. but one thing's for sure--neither of you are walking away from this one unchanged.

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* since the birth time of dean hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a leo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.