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Nothing Gold Can Stay
Newsies
General Audiences
Pairings: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber, Jojo De La Guerra/Mike, Romeo/Specs
Summary: Race has cancer. Finch died from cancer two years before this. Spot and Albert are sad.
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Basically i’ve been listening to too much hozier and this isn’t nearly as good as anything he’s written but i was inspired and idk what to consider this like if it’d be free verse or just prose but shhshshs
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Is it true?
That love could last like the moon?
Because I want that for me and you
But now that’s the distance we share
Two lovers under the same night’s sky
You’re not here and I’m not there
Is it true?
If you whispered do you think I’d hear you?
I thought maybe the trees would carry the echo
Then wherever you’d go, I’d go
Maybe I’d like to waste away with you
Get away with you
Share a taste with you
But mostly I’d like to share a room with you
Cause then I could breathe you in
Maybe then I could touch your skin
So I’d know you’re real, not a shadow in the moonlight
But we’re a night apart
And the moon only travels so far
For the "Things you said" prompts can you do number 10 with Sprace?
This one was fun!! Slight warning for period-typical homophobia. Takes place somewhere in the canon era idk.
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10 for Sprace: Things you said that made me feel like shit
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“You’re my best friend, that’s why.”
“We’s pals, you an’ me.”
“You’s Brooklyn. You’s one’a my boys.”
“Pals.”
“Friends.”
“Buddies.”
“Brothers.”
“No one’ll mess wit’ ya, not if I’s got anythin’ to do with it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You’s my pal. An’ that means somethin’ round here.”
They weren’t. They weren’t just pals, friends, best friends, buddies. Every time Spot Conlon told Racetrack Higgins (or anyone else) that they were friends, it felt like a knife straight through Race’s heart. It was true: they were friends. Close friends. Best friends.
But Hotshot was his friend. So was Bruises, and Blue, and Jack too. Sometimes even Davey. They were all Spot’s friends too. Race wanted more than friendship. Race wanted more. And he thought they were more.
Friends friends pals buddies brothers.
Race knew why they couldn’t be more. He knew why they couldn’t and why they shouldn’t talk about it. He knew it in his head, and desperately was trying to convince himself of the facts in his heart. He’d long since settled with the fact that there had to be something wrong with him, some sort of mistake that made him fall in love with stupid Spot Conlon from Brooklyn. He’d read the papes, he knew what happened to fellas who went steady wit’ other fellas. But it didn’t stop him from wanting to be far more than Spot’s pal.
He wasn’t sure what else they could be. There wasn’t a word for it. There wasn’t anything that sounded right or made sense. So he just…kept being his pal.
He kept going to poker on Thursdays.
He kept sellin’ in Brooklyn.
He and Spot caused mischief down by Sheepshead.
They went down to the pier and played games at Coney Island on their day off.
They bought bootleg beers and got drunk enough that they’d forget everything they did whenever they spent long nights together.
But Race didn’t forget.
And neither did Spot.
Each time Spot confirmed their friendship, Race felt like throwing up. Not because he was hungover, either. But because there were bruises on his neck and his lips were chapped and Spot’s were the same, but when morning came around they were just pals.
He should be happy. He should be thrilled that Spot even recognized that they had any relationship, since that in and of itself was dangerous. If it was anyone else, Race would probably be kicked out to the street the next morning, forgotten. But this was Spot.
Spot, who made him feel safe and cared about and important. Spot, who made him laugh harder than anyone else. Spot, who could match wits with Race better than anyone. Spot, whose kisses made Race feel like he was on fire.
Spot, who was his best friend.
Spot, who was his pal.
Spot, who no matter how much he denied it, was much more than Race’s pal.
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Hey y'all, a lil domestic fic to maybe brighten your day.
Dean had just fallen asleep after tossing and turning for a while, when Cas tiptoed into his room. Cas looked at the sleeping man for a second before carefully peeling back the covers and slipping into bed with him. He had just woken up from another nightmare about The Empty and couldn’t get back to sleep, so he crept down the hall to Dean’s bedroom. Now here he was snuggling into Dean’s bed.
Dean started to wake up, “whas happnin,” he said sleepily.
Cas blushed. “I had a nightmare… I couldn’t get back to sleep… If you mind I’ll leave,” and he started to roll over to get out of the bed but was stopped by the hand that grabbed his elbow.
“S’okay, Cas.”
Dean pulled the angel back down into bed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Cas thought he might melt, but then Dean threw his arm around his waist and immediately started snoring again and Cas knew that this was where he belonged.
The next morning Sam woke up and stumbled to the kitchen. He heard muffled conversation inside, and when he walked in he had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing it correctly. Cas was standing over the sink and Dean’s arms were wrapped around his waist with his chin settled comfortably into the crook of his neck. Sam almost said something, but then he saw how happy they both were so he just smiled and backed out of the room to go and find Eileen.
Dean was so happy. When Cas came into his room last night, he’d thought it was a dream, but when he woke up that morning with his arms still wrapped around the angel he knew it wasn’t. He had just lay there and listened to Cas’s breathing. It comforted him. He knew angels didn’t need to breathe, but Cas did. Dean figured that after he had become human he just never dropped the habit. Whatever the reason was, it was comforting to Dean. He didn’t want to move ever again, but Cas eventually woke up and Dean’s stomach rumbled. It was Cas who insisted on making Dean breakfast. He’d learned how to make eggs and toast while he was human and wanted to do something for Dean, and Dean was happy to let him. Now, standing this close to the angel and watching him wash the dishes after a (admittedly mediocre) serving of scrambled eggs for the both of them, Dean never wanted this moment to never end. Cas was just happy to do anything for Dean, after all Dean had done for him.
Later that day, Sam called everyone into the library.
“Guys,” Sam said, showing everyone his laptop. “I just found this article about some strange deaths in town. Do we wanna check it out?”
All four of them agreed, donned their FBI outfits, and checked it out. It seemed like a pretty straightforward case, but they weren’t sure what the monster was, so they headed back to the bunker to do some research.
Cas and Dean sat next to each other, of course. They were each looking at separate books, but Dean’s hand was resting on Cas’s knee. At one point Dean said he was thirsty and Cas got up to get him a drink, and when he came back he sat down on Dean’s lap. Dean didn’t know what to say, his brother and Eileen were sitting right there, but he loved the weight on his lap and Cas was so warm, so he just hugged Cas to him and didn’t say anything.
Sam looked up with the words “so get this” on his tongue but he stopped at the sight of his brother and Cas. Dean’s arm was wrapped around Cas’s waist and his head was leaning on his shoulder as he read something off of his computer. Cas had one hand resting on top of Dean’s on the table and the other was holding open an old book. Both Cas and Dean were smiling softly while reading. Sam sat back for a second and smiled at his brother and the angel before glancing over at Eileen, who was also watching the pair.
Sam made eye contact with Eileen and silently signed “I love you.”
Eileen smiled widely and signed back “I love you too. Your brother seems cozy, doesn’t he?”
Sam laughed quietly and nodded. He signed, “maybe we should leave them alone?”
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apparently there's a word limit? Idk I'll put the 2nd half in a reblog...
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So Eden sank to grief
Newsies
Teen and Up Audiences
Pairings: Albert DaSilva/Finch, Racetrack Higgins/Spot Conlon, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber
Summary: The lives of Albert and Finch, throughout the seasons
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“Dean, he’s totally in love with you. Look at the way he keeps glancing over at you! You can see it in his eyes!”
“What? No, he’s definitely looking at you, Charlie. There’s no way he’s in love with me,” Dean scoffs in response while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
Charlie just looks at him. “Dean, everyone knows I’m into girls. Even Mr Clueless over there. He’s checking you out and you know it.”
“There’s literally no way. We’re just friends. He’s not even into dudes.” Dean glances over at Cas for the 50th time that minute and sees him glance away quickly, moving to stare out the window of the diner.
“Fine. If you’re so sure then prove it,” Charlie demands with a smirk.
“What?”
“Prove it! Go over there and ask him, you idiot.”
Dean stutters, “no, I- I can’t- he-” and then his voice lowers so it’s barely audible and he says, “what if he doesn’t like me?”
Charlie just shrugs and pushes Dean off the stool forcefully. He stumbles for a second before regaining his balance, then with a final glare at Charlie, he takes a deep breath and puts on his most charming smile and walks over to Cas, a lot more confidently than he felt.
“Hey, buddy. I have a question to ask you,” Dean states as he approaches Cas’s table and confidently slides into the booth opposite his crush best friend.
Cas looks up from his coffee in surprise. His eyes widen at the sight of Dean and he stutters out a weak “uh… yeah. Of-of course… Dean.”
Dean smiles his most debonair smile and with all the fake swagger he could muster he says, “Cas, are you in love with me?”
Dean tries to keep up his facade but his eyes are darting around Cas’s face, anxiously waiting for a response.
Cas’s eyes widen even more and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead in astonishment before he quickly looks away and his hands drop to his pockets. He looks like he’s having trouble breathing but Dean isn’t sure why. He may have been faking his confidence, but the one thing he was confident in was that Cas is straight. Dean watches him carefully, not sure if he should take it back or not. The silence continues and Dean glances over at Charlie, who gives him a thumbs up and a reassuring grin.
Finally, not being able to stand the silence anymore, Dean quickly takes it back.
He laughs dryly and says, “sorry, bud, just a little joke that uh Charlie dared me to do.”
At the same time Dean says this Cas finally has the courage to pipe up.
“Yes,” he breathes quietly, still not meeting Dean’s eyes. He immediately realizes what Dean was saying, “oh. A joke.”
Dean feels terrible. Cas looked crestfallen and it was all Dean’s fault. Dean hadn’t heard the “yes” because he was too busy babbling.
“Look, Cas,” Dean scratches the back of his neck with his hand again. “I didn’t mean- I just… I’m sorry. We’re still friends, right?”
He earnestly searches Cas’s face for confirmation.
“Of course, Dean. You know I always enjoy our time together.” Cas still looks sad, but the corners of his mouth turn upwards a bit at the thought of spending time with Dean.
“Ok. Good. Well, enjoy your coffee… I’ll see you later?” Dean stands up from the booth and starts to walk back over to the bar.
“Dean,” Cas says quickly.
Dean turns around, hopeful.
“Uh, you dropped your wallet.”
“Oh. Thanks,” Dean walks back over to take it from Cas’s outstretched hand. Their fingers brush as the wallet passes between them and Dean doesn’t know how to function. He throws up a hand to wave goodbye to Cas and quickly walks back to Charlie.
“Well?” she inquires with a hopeful look on her face.
Dean puts on his disguise once more. “I told you he’s not in love with me!”
Let it Snow
Ambiguous time frame, sometime after season 13.
Dean makes Cas help him decorate the bunker for Christmas, but can’t focus on anything but Cas’s smile.
“Dean, is all this really necessary?” Cas gestured to the boxes overflowing with tinsel and ornaments. “I’m not gonna let you go one more year without having a real Christmas,” Dean grunted while trying to put the tree in the stand, and failing. “A little help here, Cas?” Cas sighed and walked closer to Dean, lifting the tree up with one hand and setting it into the stand. “C’mon, Cas, at least look like you’re having fun! Here, have some eggnog.” Dean handed him a glass of eggnog and Cas begrudgingly took a sip. “Good, eh?” Dean gave an encouraging smile. “This is mostly alcohol.” Dean merely shrugged and grabbed the nearest box of ornaments and started unpacking it. There were mini rifles, round ones with snowflakes and santa hats, a couple guitars, and some other miscellaneous elves and toys. Suddenly Dean grinned. “There she is,” he said pulling out an ornament shaped exactly like his car. “Gotta have my baby on the tree.” Cas rolled his eyes but smiled softly at Dean as he excitedly put the mini Impala on the tree. He decided to humor Dean and started unpacking another box. He found an angel ornament and stared at it for a couple seconds. “Dean, this is not an accurate representation of what we look like.” Dean turned around. “We don’t have to put it on the t-” But Cas was already placing it on the tree with the soft smile on his face again. “I like it,” he said simply. Dean decided now was a good time to down his glass of eggnog. If Cas kept smiling like that he wasn’t sure what would happen. He turned back around to see Cas staring at a nutcracker ornament. “Here, lemme show you how it works,” Dean said, reaching for the toy. He grabbed a walnut from the bowl of nuts Sam kept on the table (“They’re healthy!”) and placed it in the nutcracker’s mouth, pressing the lever to close it. The shell broke relatively easily and Dean picked up the nut and held it out for Cas. “Here.” Cas carefully took the nut out of Dean’s palm and placed it in his mouth. “Tastes like… molecules.” Dean chuckled softly. “Doesn’t everything?” “Usually.” “Usually?” “When I lost my grace I was able to taste… everything. PB&J’s were delightful. I remember that now, so I can try and pick out the human taste.” Dean nodded. “Let’s get back to work,” he said to break the awkwardness. He headed to the box that had the stockings in it. He had stayed up for nights making them perfect. There were four, one for Sam that had moose antlers, a stack of books and a christmas tree, one for Jack with a pair of wings, a black snake and a gingerbread man. Dean’s of course had his baby as well as a cherry pie and a candy cane, and Cas’s was adorned with a blue tie, a bee perched on a flower and a star. Cas watched as Dean hung them above the fireplace, a quizzical look on his face. “Where did you get those?” “Made ‘em myself,” Dean said with a proud smile. “Do you like?” Cas smiled softly for the third time and gave a small nod. “I do, Dean.” There was now a palpable tension between the two, but neither of them were brave enough to address it, so they each took a swig of eggnog and Dean cleared his throat. “So, Cas, do you want to put up the tinsel?” It was a weak distraction, but it worked because Cas stepped towards the box of tinsel and grabbed a handful. “What is this used for?”
The Truth
Dean has a special present for his boyfriend. Dean rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. He wasn’t sure what Cas was going to think. He looked at hiagain, and almost tore it apart to start over. It was a care package of sorts. It was really just a box of knick knacks that made Dean think of his boyfriend over the years. There were some cheesy ties that reminded him of Cas, a little jar of honey he picked up at a local shop after a hunt one day, and at the bottom, a silver wedding band. God he was nervous. He’d been carrying the ring around for months, but didn’t have the guts to bring it out in front of Cas. They were planning a huge party for Christmas Eve, and they all agreed everyone would open presents together. Jody, Donna and the girls, Charlie and Stevie, Bobby, Rowena, Eileen, Becky and her family, Garth, Bess and the kids, Ketch, and some hunters who don’t hate their guts. Dean thought that if he was going to propose, he may as well do it in front of all their family.
That didn’t make him any less nervous. He decided to just wrap it and forget about it before he over thought it too much. He wrote “Cas” on it in his best handwriting and went to go set it under the giant tree they put in the library. The bunker was full of noise. People were chatting and laughing, Jack was playing ‘Sorry’ with some of the kids, Claire and Alex were arguing over who got the last snickerdoodle, and there was Christmas music playing faintly from a corner. Dean was talking to Jody with a glass of sparkling… apple cider in his hand, but really he was nervously glancing over at Cas who was talking with Charlie. “Alright, you haven’t listened to a word I just said, what’s up.” “Hm? Oh, nothing,” Dean said quickly. “I’m a mom, I know when someone’s not listening to me,” Jody admonished. Dean sighed, “I’m just… nervous to give Cas his present.” Jody’s face shifted into a soft smile. “I’m sure whatever it is, he’ll love it.” He flashed a quick smile, “yea, ‘course.” “Dean, you look like you’re going to puke. What the hell are you so nervous about giving Cas?” Jody put a hand on Dean’s elbow. Dean cleared his throat. “I, uh, I’m going to,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’m proposing to him.” Jody squealed with delight and then immediately clamped a hand over her mouth when Dean glared at her. “Sorry,” she said in a hushed voice before returning to her normal volume. “Dean, that’s wonderful! Congratulations!” Dean chuckled, “Can’t congratulate me til he says ‘yes’” “Oh but he will,” she gave his shoulder a light punch. “He loves you, Dean, anyone with a brain can see that.” They both turned around to see Cas trying very hard to understand something Charlie was saying, probably about LARPing. Dean relaxed a little looking at his boyfriend. “Well, I’m gonna get us some more punch,” Jody grabbed Dean’s glass and left for the kitchen with a wink. Dean sat down at the table and was soon wrapped into a discussion on the intricacies of Led Zeppelin with one of Donna’s hunter friends. After dinner, it was time to open presents. They all sat in a big semi circle around the tree. The kids got to open their presents first. Garth gave them all socks so that Mr Fizzles could have some friends. Jody and Donna gave everyone a tin of cookies with a cute note on each. Sam gave Dean an exercise book with a DVD. “Really, Sam? You know I’m never gonna use this,” Dean had said with a dubious look at his brother. Sam shrugged with a glint in his eye, “just open it.” Dean rolled his eyes before opening the cover. It was full of assorted chocolates, and closer inspection of the DVD revealed that it was actually a copy of Star Trek IV. They all laughed at that. Finally, it was Dean’s turn. He handed out a couple things to Sam, Charlie, and Bobby before picking up Cas’s present and gingerly handing it to him. Cas smiled up at his boyfriend before gently ripping open the wrapping paper and looking through the items in the box in turn. When he got to the little velvet box at the bottom, Dean slowly sank to one knee.
