fridge notes

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NOTES ON THE FRIDGE


You're sharing a space: a home, an office, a Batcave, whatever. But you're busy and your schedules don't quite match up -- but you have plenty of note paper! Time to leave a note (or two)!




instructions:


- comment with your character name & canon in the subject line + if you just want one-on-one interactions (1:1) or you're open to anything (ota)


- in your top level leave a starter note - a shopping list, a reminder, just a comment, whatever you'd like


- others reply to this note!


- you can "edit" notes by copy/pasting them and striking out words, adding doodles, writing over/under, or just add another note!


- if the commenter is ota, jump in on other people's threads! maybe you're all sharing the space as a group or team! please don't jump into threads if they're marked 1:1!


- do you sign the note or leave it anonymous? do you recognise the handwriting?


- have fun!

Comments

[venatoris]

No...it's okay. I don't mind it this time. It's kinda nice.

[ He pauses, then pulls a face. ]

Don't tell anyone I said that.

[trenchcoatbaby]

[Castiel’s smile grows as he leans towards Dean a little conspiratorially.]

Your secret is safe with me.

[It warms him to know that not only has Dean accepted their literal bond but he actually finds it nice. It’s more than he expected.]

[venatoris]

[ He smiles, reaching out to clap Cas' shoulder with a soft chuckle, grip lingering. ]

Thanks man. You're the best, you know that?

[trenchcoatbaby]

[Castiel smiles fondly at Dean, the place where his hand lays feels warm and makes his chest feel full.

His cheeks turn a little pink at Dean’s words]

Thank you, Dean.

[He hardly feels like the best but he appreciates the compliment coming from Dean.]</ small>

You are also the best. I hope you know.

[venatoris]

[ He leaves it there longer than he probably should, warm on Cas' shoulder, heavy. ]

I dunno about all that. But you're sweet, Cas.

[ Really sweet. ]

[trenchcoatbaby]

["Sweet." That's a new one for him. He's never been likened to sugar before. And yes, he understands it's not literal. He's spent too much time on earth these past years not to know the way humans use words.]

No one has ever called me that before.

[But he doesn't mind it. Especially from Dean.]

[venatoris]

They should, because you are.

[ He's a little embarrassed, because who the hell tells an angel they're sweet? Jesus, Dean. ]

[trenchcoatbaby]

[Castiel feels himself turn a little pink at Dean's insistence.]

You've seen me do terrible things, Dean. I'm not sure I'm worthy of such a moniker.

[venatoris]

I've done worse.

[ Awful, shitty things. Things he can't think about, things he's had to bury deep, ignore, pretend they didn't happen. ]

Everyone messes up.

[trenchcoatbaby]

I don't think it's wise for us to start comparing.

[Yes, Dean tortured souls in hell, but Castiel murdered almost his entire heavenly family.]

But I appreciate your willingness to forgive me for my mistakes.

[venatoris]

We are who we are. We mess up. It happens.

[ He shrugs, reaching to run a hand through his hair. ]

None of us are saints. I don't even thing saints are really saints.

[trenchcoatbaby]

I suppose.

And you're correct. Saints are a construct of humanity. They're not one of God's creations.

[What humans have made from the small amount of contact God has had over the eons, it really quite something. Not always good, per se, but impressive nonetheless.]