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things in supernatural that are such a turn on but also make me question my sanity.
HOT AS FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!
fuck, dark!dean is so sexy
what this episode really needs is dark!dean throwing cas up against a wall and pulling his hair
can you imagine how fucking relieved the french must have been when we reached the year 2000?
they went from having to say “mille neuf cents quatre-vingt-dix-neuf” to just having to say “deux mille” to say the year
please consider Olivia coming across pictures of the gang and of Finn and Rae. scene mirrors Rinn in s2e2, but instead of leavin it, it creates a argument between Finn and her with Finn fighting to keep the photo against Olivia's wishes. he ends up talking a lot about Rae rather than kissing Olivia (like he did with Rae) and that was how she got him to introduce her to the gang and the girl who broke his heart. Rinn centric in Olivia's POV, pls keep Olivia/Finn to a minimum or avoid if possible
I actually really liked this prompt! I’m not sure I wrote it the best way, and I might revisit this idea at a different point in time, but I really wanted to get this out! Hope you all enjoy (as usual, the ending is shite)!
Finn was trying to find music to play as I sat in his room, flipping through my magazine. I was in the middle of my horoscope when I noticed something sticking out of his side table, so I reached and pulled it out.
It was a small picture of Finn with a girl. A large girl with okay hair and an alright smile, but it was just the two of them.
He turned around and immediately went to grab it from me, so I held it close to my chest.
"Where’d you find that?" He asked me, furrowing his eyebrows.
I looked towards his table. ”I saw it sticking out of the drawer.”
"So you just took it?" It was obvious he was annoyed, but I wasn’t giving up.
"What’s the big deal? It’s just a picture, right?"
When we went on our first date, he had mentioned he’d gotten out of a semi serious relationship but I didn’t pay it any mind. That night went pretty well, and ended up with him back at my place, so I figured he was over any girl he was with before.
"Just give it to me." He demanded. I laughed at him.
"Who’s the girl, Finn?"
"One of my mates."
"One of your mates?"
The smiles they shared in the photo didn’t scream mate to me.
We had a staring stand-off. I knew I won when he sighed and took a seat next to me. Only then did I let him hold the picture, and I immediately wished I hadn’t.
Finn had a small smile on and gently traced over the picture with his finger.
"This is Rae."
I waited for an explanation on who Rae was, but he just stared at me.
"I told you about her on our first date? She’s my ex-girlfriend."
Oh. This was his semi-serious relationship.
"But, she’s not exactly your type, is she?"
"What do you mean?"
I sat back and looked at him. Did he really not see it?
"Finn, you’re hot. And she’s…well I guess she’s average looking if you’re into girls like that."
He looked genuinely confused and I had a sudden realization that maybe he wasn’t the smartest boy I could have been with.
"I don’t get a single thing you’re saying."
Poor Finn. He really was a nice dumb guy, which I guess isn’t the worst thing he could be.
"Never mind. Why do you still have it?"
This time he blushed a deep scarlet and shrugged.
"Dunno really. This isn’t the only picture in there," he reached over and pulled out a couple more. "These are my mates."
There were two pretty girls, one with shocking orange hair and one with soft blondish brown, both with nice smiles. Then there was a smart looking guy in a striped shirt and another with a large gap between his two front teeth. All of them flanked Finn and the girl Rae, and I felt like I was looking at a picture of the Last Supper.
"Really? They look fun, when can I meet them?"
"Well, we’re all meeting at the pub later today. I was going to stop by after you left but if you wanted to come, they’d be happy to meet you. I told them about you." And he smiled at me. His smile was heart melting and I couldn’t resist giving him a kiss. He pulled back first, and started gathering up the photos. He stuck the one of him and Rae on top and dropped them back into the drawer.
"You’re keeping it?"
"You’re keeping that old picture of you and your ex-girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah. It’s a nice picture."
It’s a nice picture? Is he out of his fucking mind?
"Finn, you can’t keep that. You have to throw it out, right now."
He actually laughed at me when I said this, and it did nothing but infuriate me more.
"I don’t understand what’s so funny."
"I’m not tossing this photo."
"Why keep it? She’s not your girl anymore, I am."
"Just because we’re together, doesn’t mean I have to get rid of all evidence of any other girl I’ve been with."
"Actually, that’s exactly what it fucking means."
"I’m not throwing it away."
"Then I will."
I’ve never seen him move so fast. Before I could get off the bed, he had the picture tight in his hands.
He sounded angry, something I had never seen him to be, so I stopped.
"Fine you can keep it. Just promise me if you’re going to have a wank, you’ll think of me."
He rolled his eyes, but his blush didn’t fade as he glanced back at the picture. I pretended I didn’t see.
He started to grab his coat when I stopped him.
"I want to meet her, though."
"Yeah, I want to meet her. Why’d you break it off with her?"
He shuffled his feet and flattened his fringe.
"She broke it off with me, actually."
What? How did a girl like that get a guy like Finn, and then dump him? She must be the dumbest person in all of Lincolnshire.
"Wow. What did you do?" I said it as a joke but I could see him physically retract from me. I tried to smile but he wouldn’t look at me.
"Look, Rae’s really cool but she’s got stuff going on. When you meet her, try not to say anything rude, okay?"
And that’s the only thing he told me. We left in silence to go to the pub, and I couldn’t help but develop this nagging feeling that I said something wrong.