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Time to fix that finale babes.
Dean may be safe in heaven but that doesn't mean he's resting in peace. Jack has to face that Dean Winchester has never let anyone else decide his fate. And Dean has decided his fate is to rescue Castiel from the Empty.
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Over the years, their meetings change from Geralt buying them two pints of shitty ale in the back of a slightly ominous pub, to Jaskier ordering a hog roast, and fine wine to a plush booth, if not a private room. As the money in his pockets turns from copper to gold, his copper hair fades to silver.
Geralt doesn't age, Jaskier does, Geralt's kinda into it.
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Compilation of 100/200 word Destiel drabbles - Cas wanting Dean, Dean praying to Cas, Cas looking after Dean, and Dean being soft for Jack and Cas.
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Dean's dead-end job is boring him to death, that is until the universe throws him a) in front of a train and b) a lifeline
“Was I on the tracks?”
The paramedic nods, “When we got here a guy in a shirt and tie was with you. He said you were pushed, but he pulled you up, gave us a pretty good report of your injuries, and caught the train. Barely got a name out of him, Cassiel or something. Is the coat yours or his?”
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It takes something a little stronger than a lullaby to get a Witcher to sleep.
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Robby glanced up at Samira, then, as if he could read her mind, and she swallowed hard. Jack placed his palm against her thigh, warm and stable, and for once she didn’t try to redirect her thoughts. She sat there, let the low rumble of Robby’s voice wash over her, felt the gentle pressure of Jack’s hand on her leg. There was nothing wrong with her, except for maybe the same things that were wrong with both of them.
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It’s weird, the way Robby’s sizing her up, like he’s figuring out the angles of approach, running differentials in his head.
Thirty-two-year-old doctor, lonely and stubborn and needy. Complicated, closed-off, grieving. Does she want to be fingered? Eaten out? Fucked into the mattress with her head buried in a pillow so she can forget who he is?
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- Part 1 of i can no longer live by thinking
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25 Jul 2025
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He hesitates before sending a second message. you should be asleep, too.
He imagines Robby receiving it, the quirk of his lips, the reluctant laugh, the rueful shake of his head. If it was another day—a day before Whitaker found out the guy he had a kinda-sorta thing with, the guy he gets on his knees for, the guy who pulls his hair and ties his hands behind his back and calls him a good boy, a day before he found out that guy was his new boss—he'd ask if Whitaker was being cheeky because he was looking for a punishment.
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Post-series, Whitaker and Robby can't sleep.
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17 Jul 2025
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Whitaker has never called out sick for any job he’s had. Not even at six years old with chicken pox, crying as he fed the chickens and Noah folded himself over the fence to tell him that he might as well try the feed too while he was at it since he was turning into a chicken himself. Not even his newspaper route at thirteen when the only things that held the jagged flesh of his thigh together were paper towels and an ace bandage. And none of the days leading into a full moon night where he feels like his skin is stretched too tight over his bones and any wrong move could split him apart at his seams and birth a monster onto the scuffed white floor of the ED.
Sometimes hearing everything means you hear nothing at all. Between the beeping and whirring and murmuring and shouting and rolling and squeaking and slamming, Whitaker could have thought once an emergency department might be hell on earth. But all that noise around him means he can’t hear any of the noise within him, and that is in itself a blessing.
[Or Whitaker's first full moon at the Pitt.]
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12 Jul 2025
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I don't need anything to get me through the night, except the beat that's in my heart (yeah, it's keeping me alive) by SilverShadow1
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV)
06 Mar 2024
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“Is that to your satisfaction?” A blink in response. Eyes roll backward. Euphoria. “You are to respond when I address you.”
“Yes, Mr. Bridgerton.”OR
Benedict Bridgerton enjoys balls
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25 May 2024