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fractallogic · 3 years

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I was all set to stream the hockey game when I realized it would be nationally televised (because it’s an outdoor game between two of the best teams in the league, duh)

I was all set to listen to the radio broadcast when all of the streams crapped out

I sat through literally 45-60 min of intermission/deliberation after the first period (because there was direct sun on like a third of the ice, so it was turning everything to slush and the ice kept having to be patched between plays, so everyone was like “mmm is it actually a smart idea to keep playing right now???”)

...only to find out that they would be postponing the game to later today (great!! Safest choice for all involved!)

...at 9 PM Lake Tahoe time.

I WAS SO STOKED FOR AN AFTERNOON GAME OUTSIDE BUT NOOOOOOOOO now I can’t even listen to the last couple periods because it’s only 10:30 and I’m already falling asleep, and I have a yoga thing tomorrow (self-massage, teachers-only... gonna be good) at 10, before which I need to buy my turnips... so... obviously I can’t stay up until like 2 AM for something that will rile me up even more so I stay up even later!!

I miss hockey. It’s been like a week and a half since I watched a game for various reasons.

MONDAY. Monday we will watch.

#hockey yelling #today was shaping up to be a great day!#yoga. a little work. hockey with a little more work. dinner. profit. you know.#the yoga manager was also going to come down to deliver a check and a present to me and one of the other teachers???#but her truck wouldn’t start and her bf had gone to work and couldn’t jump her #so. no hockey. no present/check. just yoga and work and an asshole cat who keeps trying to eat the plants while I’m in savasana #she’s lucky she’s so cute and soft and that I love feisty asshole cats #also so warm. once again I didn’t realize the house was still nighttime cold #and that’s why I was so cold all day!!#plus it took me a solid two hours to warm up after my walk today #because I was an idiot and didn’t put on a scarf or real pants over my yoga pants #so my face and legs hurt because they were so cold #and my core was (as expected) disgustingly sweaty #well anyway #the time has come for me to shower and then have my dessert of chocolate milk and Oreos #while I wait for the cat to come out from under my bed so I can put her to bed too

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garrotejima · 4 years

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gonna be vain and ask u to answer I - N - D - R - A for the meme ! :3c

valentines day/ romance headcanons: always accepting.

I love you, how easily does he say it? It's hard. The first 'I love you' sticks tacky in the swallow of his throat, and one might expect Majima to bear that unflagging gutso he wears always like a second skin, but it's like he's taken to pumping the breaks two throttles at a time. His heart jackrabbits. His head whirs. His palms are sweaty, and his stomach knots. It's a huge thing to lay bare to the world his sloppy heart when already he's sacrificed so much, but once it's out there, when he understand this little thing between them isn't some one way road, those 'I love you's and 'stars in my skies' start ringing for miles. 'Rope the moon for ya's. 'All I'm dreamin' 'bout's.

Naughty, how is he in bed? He loves giving. Boy's a pretty wildly enthusiastic one, and he goes at it like he's going for gold at some Olympic event. Honestly, barebones wise, it's simple attentiveness at its core, and so intense is it that it borders plainly on the torturous, racked up and up until they're squirming with too much, just too much -- and he grins, dragging them through the burn longer yet. He's selfish in his selflessness. Smothering. He likes it a little meaner, filthier, but sweetens it up when they're spent and glowing peachy keen with kisses and silly praise.

Date, what is their ideal? With who? He's not a picky guy. Take him to the batting cages, fighting arenas, to your favorite restuarant, to a rompfest of a karaoke bash! As long as he likes you, he thinks the perfect date is the one he gets to spend beside them -- nothing complex about it.

Romance, is he a romantic or a cynic? Both, in a way. Majima's a messy, sloppy, syrupy old heart. He's disgustingly fond of doting endlessly over someone and holds for himself grand and sweeping romantic ideals, but on the flip side, is 'realistic' about obtaining them and no less keeping them: ergo, not likely. He isn't so robbed of love as to mope over it, however, or to grow somber at the thought of not waking up to a person beside him, but he respects well his chances in this department.

Affection, how does he show it? Acts of service and loyalty to the verge of sacrifice. He stops at nothing, doing every little thing they want, tending to every little thing they need, and always happily and all without question -- regardless of the toll it may demand. Guy will get shot for you if need be. Hell, even knived, too. He's pretty much a 'priortize them over me' type of character, and it's an undoubtedly obvious quality.

#bombolear #( ASK! )#( META! the hannya man. )#OOOOO nice ones...laughs evily

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deanssweetheart23 · 7 years

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Pretty Girl

Title: Pretty Girl (Part two to “Bonfire Heart”)

Summary: Dean revisits the bakery at the commercial side of Lebanon, hoping he’ll run into the girl he can’t stop thinking about. Things don’t go according to plan. Surprisingly enough, however, he doesn’t mind.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Word Count: 1862

Warnings: some language, a tiny bit of angst and a whole lot of clumsiness. Implied age gap but nothing underage. Fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is a continuation of Bonfire Heart (It’s not absolutely necessary for you to read that oneshot first, but the story will make more sense if you do.) Again, this is entirely written in Dean’s POV and a tiny flashback is included in italics.

Never in his entire life had Dean felt more stupid.

Sure, he’d done some pretty dumb stuff before -like setting Bobby’s kitchen on fire or accidentally starting the Apocalypse with his brother- but he had never felt truly incompetent until the moment he was standing in front of a bakery’s display counter, the disgustingly sweet pastries staring back at him in mockery. And he was not exaggerating.

But, seriously, he should have seen this coming. What was he expecting when he got into Baby and drove to that bakery? That she would be there? Pffft.

Real life did not work that way.

“How can I help you, sir?”

The modulated voice pierced through Dean’s cloudy thoughts and forced him to face the cashier who was standing before him, eyeing him expectantly.

Stupid.

“Um.” He paused, running his fingers through his hair. “A French baguette. I’ll take a French baguette.”

The man nodded, then disappeared behind a counter and Dean cringed internally. A French baguette. Ah, this just kept getting better.

Once he was done making a fool of himself, he begrudgingly headed for the door, cell phone already in hand to call Sam and see if he had found a case. Maybe killing something would help him relax.

And then it happened.

Something -or rather someone- slammed into his chest and sent his cell phone flying into the air until it hit the ground.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry… I… I can’t believe I just did that.” A somewhat familiar voice muttered apologetically as a tiny figure knelt to the ground and reached for his phone.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, the gears turning in his mind; he could have sworn that he’d heard that tremulous voice before and the Y/H/C hair reminded him so much of-

The girl finally looked up, locking eyes with him, and, for a fleeting moment, the hunter’s mind went completely blank because she was there. Pretty Girl was standing right in front of him, so close, in fact, that he could count the specks of colors in her eyes if he wanted to, and, Jesus, she was even more beautiful than he remembered.

“Oh, God! Please tell me you’re not Green Eyes.”

“Green Eyes?”

“The… The guy I ran into the other days.” She blurted out, a magnificent blush painting her vanilla skin.

Dean let out a chuckle, all breathy and loose, scratching the back of his neck, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. She remembered him.

“See, kid, I could but then I’d be lying.”

A mortified expression graced her delicate features as she swallowed thickly and Dean realized that she was probably one of those people that wore their hearts on their sleeves, never able to hide what they were thinking; her feelings floated across her face like a lonely cloud on the pristine sky.

“Oh, my God!” she babbled, hanging her head in shame. “Oh, God, this is so embarrassing. I’m so sorry, I swear I’m not usually that clumsy.”

Dean laughed, deep and genuine, reaching out to touch her elbow gently.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Accidents happen and, well, this time it wasn’t all on you.”

She smiled sweetly at him then, and, even though it was shy and fragile, he’d be damned if it wasn’t the most stunning thing he’d ever seen.

The thought terrified him. The way she made him feel, even if he barely knew her, terrified him. They’ve spoken to each other -barely spoken, really- just one time and he had found it impossible not to think about her for five months. Just now she’d smiled at him and words had erased themselves from his mind. That wasn’t him. No one had made him feel that way before. Granted, he’d fallen in love -or, at least, he had been as close to falling in love as a Winchester could get, but this girl... It wasn’t just that he was insanely attracted to her -even if he was. It was the fact she made his heart swell with affection and tenderness and something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on and the mere thought made him want to scoff because he was a hunter, not a second-class actor in a Hallmark chick-flick.

And yet…

“Yeah, it’s just…. I promise I don’t usually go around crashing into people.”

The eldest Winchester smirked and cocked an eyebrow, his eyes bright.

“Guess I’m just lucky then.” He shrugged.

“So… Green Eyes, huh?”

Pretty Girl’s face turned so enchantingly scarlet that he found himself wondering what it would feel like to trace her flush with his fingertips across her skin. The thought stirred something in him and caused his mouth to water just a bit.

“Yeah. I didn’t know-”

“’S okay. If anything, it’s pretty accurate.” He mused, grinning smugly. “I’m Dean, by the way.”

She nodded, eyes sparkling.

“Dean.” She repeated, testing the word in her tongue, his name falling from her lips so wonderfully, like she had been calling it for years. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. I like that.” He murmured as he shook her hand, small and soft and perfect in his own. And no, of course, Dean did not feel a jolt of electricity shooting through him because that would have been ridiculous.

Y/N grinned a little, tucking a stray of hair behind her ear and kept her eyes locked on his, a warmth in them that shook him to his core and caused his heart to beat deafeningly inside his chest.

She cleared her throat quietly.

“Yeah, I should, um… I should probably. Here.” She muttered, handing him his cell phone. “I should go. But it really was nice seeing you again, Dean. Take care of yourself.” She added with a nod of her head, her silvery voice laced with the same kindness that had gotten his attention the first time they had met.

“Take care of yourself, kid.” he murmured, smiling genuinely at her. If she was surprised by this sudden outburst of emotion she didn’t show it. She just smiled softly, a smile that made his heart ache in the best way possible.

“You too.”

Dean would later blame the bottle of whiskey he’d drank the night before for his sudden lapse of judgment but he knew, deep down, that it all had to do with that girl and the way she’d gotten under his skin. It wasn’t that he suddenly believed he had a chance in happiness or that something would for once work out for him. But he knew that he’d never forgive himself if he let her slip through his fingers a second time and he wanted to think that the fact she had miraculously appeared in front of him meant something.

She had just begun to walk away when he reached out, gently grabbing her forearm.

“Y/N, wait.”

Slowly, Y/N spun around, perplexed, a furrow between her brows that he so desperately wanted to smooth with his fingers, his hands practically itching.

“What?”

Dean took a deep breath, his gaze flickering from her lips, rosy and pliant, to her eyes, bright and innocent and full of life.

Pull yourself together, Winchester. This is your life, not a frigging Nicholas Sparks novel.

“Look, I know I’m probably overstepping some line here but how about… Do you want to grab some coffee with me?”

Y/N titled her head to the left, raising her eyebrows, her mouth opening and closing adorably like she had just run out of words.

“Coffee?” she asked at last, lips in a half-pout that made Dean want to kiss her confusion away. “Like, now?”

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, his palms sweaty. What the hell? He was normally smooth with women, but with Y/N he was like a tongue-tied geek who’s never spoken to a girl before.

“Yes. There’s a coffee house just ‘round the corner.”

“No, I know that but… In case you didn’t notice I’m kind of a disaster. Don’t you just want to run as far away from me as possible?”

Dean smirked at that, a tantalizing smirk that almost always got him what he wanted, because that little nervous smile she’d shot his way when she’d answered his question told him everything he needed to know.

Whatever was happening to him, she felt it too.

“Nope. I’ve seen chaotic people, sweetheart, and trust me, you ain’t one of ‘em. So, if you really want to scare me away, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

She laughed a little, but he could tell it was hesitant, he could tell she was trying to see if he really meant it or if he was just interested in getting his leg over but was too kind to even imply that. He remembered then, how she hadn’t even noticed that the cashier was flirting with her the last time he’d seen her and realized that she really had no idea of what her smile alone could do to a man. And he wanted to fix that. God, he wanted to fix that so badly, to show her just how beautiful she was and to give her everything he already knew she deserved.

He sighed.

“Look. I know you think I’m the guy that spends the night and then just up and leaves and, kid, you ain’t wrong. But that’s not why I’m asking you out. I just… I want to get to know you because…” he paused and let out a breathy laugh, shoving his hands inside his pockets sheepishly. “The point here is I know I’m older than you-”

Her breathless chuckle interrupted him.

“Not that older, Dean.”

“’S not just that, Y/N. It’s a messy life I’m living and a part of me knows that we’re skating on thin ice here. But another part of me thinks I’ll be making a huge mistake if I just let you walk away from me without even trying.”

Her honey brown eyes went wide at that, something so unbelievably pure in them, and, suddenly, every cell in Dean’s body was screaming for him to kiss her.

She smiled once more, but this time it was earnest and warm, with a hint of hope and a touch of shyness to it.

“A huge mistake?” she implored, mischief dancing in her beautiful Y/E/C orbs.

Dean grinned and released the breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

“A huge mistake.”

“Well, then. Coffee it is.” She agreed, biting her bottom lip. Glancing at the ground, she added. “I do have one condition though.”

He smirked.

“I’m all ears, Pretty Girl.”

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

She didn’t know it yet, but he was willing to do anything to see that breath-taking smile of hers again.

“I get to pick the coffee shop. That one ‘round the corner is awful.”

The green-eyed man laughed, his eyes flickering over her face, knowing that this time he didn’t have to store every detail to memory because if he played his cards just right he would see her again.

He nodded, licking his lips.

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s a date.”

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