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creedslove · 5 months

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A bit late but imagine Joel has to take the kiddos trick or treating alone because you’re sick in bed

Feel free if boy or girl or both

I imagine he wouldn’t cut the night short for the kids’ sake but that he’d constantly send you pics and text to see how you’re doing and just be anxious to be home to take care of you

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I changed a little bit because now Halloween is gone honey ❤️

• your toddler Rosie and your stepdaughter Sarah spent the whole week nagging you and Joel to go to the amusement park that got in the city about a week before

• it was both cute and annoying as it was the only thing the girls could talk about and your baby boy Sammy was also super excited even if he didn't understand it exactly what was going on, he just giggled and cooed at his big sisters' excitement

• your household had made so many comments about it that you began feeling excited as well, and you four just decided to go on Friday evening, which Joel promised he would take it off and take his family to the park, and eventually, all the Millers were looking forward to Friday night

• that until Sammy woke up with a fever and a runny nose; which you didn't worry at first, medicating him just like the doctor had advised you to and carrying on with your tasks

• but through the day, Sammy didn't get better, quite the opposite, he cried and whined and sniffled and you felt so sorry for your baby because you didn't want him feeling ill

• until mid afternoon you noticed you sniffled a little too much, at the same time you felt shivers and suddenly, you were just as sick as Sammy was

• when the girls realized you were both sick, they immediately got anxious, at the same time they didn't want to pass up the opportunity to go, but they also worried about the two of you and decided to wait for Joel to get home and figure what to do

• when your husband Joel saw how sick you and your baby boy really were, he felt both disappointed and worried; he didn't want to cancel on the girls but he didn't want to leave you

"I know the girls are gonna be disappointed, but I'll buy some pizza and ice cream cake and put on their favorite movies, you know how much they love ice cream cake, don't ya? Anyway, we'll stay in to take care of you and Sammy and we can go some other day"

"no Joel.. take the girls, they've been waiting for it the whole week, Sammy and I will be fine, we just need a night in to rest and recover.. we'll both have some chicken soup, a warm bath and some snuggles and we'll be alright tomorrow"

• you insisted because you wanted your family to have fun, Sammy was too little to enjoy the park anyway, and even if Joel felt a little guilty and upset, he agreed, immediately cheering up at how happy Sarah and Rosie were

• you made you and your one-year-old some chicken and vegetables soup and you both cuddle on the couch, under some warm blankets and watched some quiet TV

• one part of Joel was having fun, while the other was just anxious to get home and take care of you; he worried about you both and kept texting you and sending you pictures of their evening

• Joel bought some popcorn, corn dogs and cotton candy to go; he wanted you to have them, knowing how you often loved those snacks

• he also made sure to win you a stuffed shark; he said it was for you, but in reality it was for Sammy, nonetheless, he knew the two of you would snuggle it as soon as you saw it

• when the three of them got home, he found you and Sammy asleep, his heart clenching with love as he couldn't explain how much he loved his family and you, because you were the one who gifted him it

• during the weekend, he was all the time all over you and Sammy, making sure you both were alright, and when you two were fully recovered by Sunday, he suggested going to the amusement park again

• the girls cheered so excitedly and nodded, as now you all went as a family; you had fun, snapped pictures and Joel even held Sammy so you could go on a few rides

• it ended up being such a lovely evening and it brought you so many good memories you were sure you'd relish for the rest of your life

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months

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I think about Sam getting his powers reawakened by Hallucifer all the time. Anyway, here’s a short rewrite of the end of Repo Man. I always thought Lucifer should be there doing the confrontation.

Happy Sammy Sunday! 🙃

There is no devil’s trap. When Jeffrey’s demon advances, it’s Sam who makes him stop. One outstretched hand, gripping the demon within that body with power that makes Sam’s head feel like it will rupture.

“Good,” Lucifer praises, walking past Sam to the frozen demon. No one else reacts to his words, no one but Sam as his own blood fills his mouth from bitten tongue, rolls warm down his face from his nose and the corner of his eyes as he pushes. “Kill it, Sam,” Lucifer says.

He’s smiling. He’s proud.

Dean is staring at Sam in horror.

Sam can’t tell which of them is real. All he can feel is the writhing maggot under the iron fist of his own will, trying to escape.

Sam only tastes blood.

“I can’t,” he says. He’s killing himself; he has to be. He doesn’t have these powers anymore. He isn’t this thing.

“Sam!” Dean’s voice, as though through deep water. Someone else is screaming. Sam can’t remember who. His vision grays around the edges, and the demon takes a step forward before Sam can stop it again.

Lucifer walks back to him. Sam can almost feel his hands as they cover Sam’s own. Lucifer lifts it. This body remembers him. It obeys him.

It’s easier to let him in.

Lucifer’s voice against his ear, seductive, “go on. You’re strong enough.” Sam can feel his powers focusing, sharpening his vision on the demon as it begins to panic. It feels the noose tighten.

Sam can’t see anything else. Hear anything but Lucifer.

“Kill it, Sammy,” Lucifer urges. Sam burns the demon out. Bright light lances from its skull.

“We’re going to work so well together,” Sam hears Lucifer purr, but he chokes up more blood and passes out before he can answer.

#sammy sunday #fanfiction #hallucifer #sam winchester #lucifer spn #spn

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just-bendy · 1 year

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Changes to the blog

Since it is a new year, I will take this opportunity to make some changes to the blog! It will be small changes but it will affect the blog in some way. I have a lot I want to do for this blog but I have really low motivation and energy to do anything too exciting. I would like to introduce Sammy, new characters, maybe some other clones, just something related to the AU. I still have to work on these though... I'll try, but don't get your hopes up. 😅 I have added two new rules as well, number 3 and 8, so be sure to check them out!

Anyway, happy new year! Hope this year is good to you! 🎉🎉💜

Here's the list of changes I will be doing! This will include some retcons:

Less of the ink demon form- Bendy was not supposed to be transforming into his ink demon form so much from the start so I will put a hold on the inky boi. realistically he wouldn't enjoy turning into that guy at all so i'll be implementing that. he won't be turning into his ink beast form at all

More survivors from the studio- Bendy, Boris, Alice, Barry, Henry, and Sammy won't be the only survivors that escaped from the studio anymore. i wanna make more clones- more Alice clones and Boris clones that escaped and also the employees that turned into ink people. the Butcher Gang all got messed up so maybe i'll have to design some "reformed" ones? or a set of lucky ones, idk. as for the Bendy clones, I'm not sure. I would like to make some that came back to life but i have trouble fitting them in. i do have room for One though

(dumb) Santa is real- i said before that santa isnt real in this universe but i'm changing it. santa claus is real and he is a toon. i forgot that was a possibility. not sure if it matters tho

Less fourth wall breaking- i know its a toon thing to break the fourth wall but id like for his reactions to things to be more genuine. for example if someone asked him about Audrey from BATDR, he would realistically not know who she is, but if he broke the fourth wall then he would know about her without ever meeting her. it just feels weird to me. so no more fourth wall breaks, at least nothing past the whole ask blog concept

No more kissing- no more kissing the lil demon

Ask box closed on Sundays- the ask box will be closed on sundays so i can rest. i also wont be working on any asks on sundays nor will anything be posted

#post #mun #i dont expect this blog to last too long into the new year #i wanna make another bendy blog tho but it wont be for kids #but idk too much work

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sameore · 1 month

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10manche 10mars (29th birthday).

Happy New Year everyone!

Here is that moment when you realize the first work you have posted this year wasn't even about New Year! 😵

(Yeah, I started something for New Year, but never got to finish it...)

🎃 Pumpkie: Happy birthday, Sammy the procrastinator! And it was ce 10manche 10 mars 2024! 29 years old in a year during which February had 29 days, also!

⭐Sam: Wait... wait a minute! What are you doing on Tumblr, Pumpkie?! 😶

🎃Pumpkie: Whut, can't I pay a little visit to Tumblr as well? DeviantArt is fun, but I think I can also show up over here from time to time... You know, New Year, new resolutions, ideas, all that!

⭐Sam: Alright, alright! Errrr, anyway! 🙄 10manche 10mars (di(x)manche dix mars) was just a French pun! 😄

*Dimanche => Sunday *Dix => Ten *Mars => March

🎃Pumpkie: Sammy! From my memories... didn't you also wear a Christmas outfit for this day?

⭐Sam: Oh, did I? For the sake of the festive vibes.

🎃Pumpkie: That's my boy.

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jumblejen · 2 years

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We Were Always Going to End Up Together - Ch 8

Suptober 22, Day 8: Sober

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/107002143

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

Sunday morning and Dean is still flying high from how wonderful his date with Cas went. They’d started texting each other, beginning with a good morning text from Cas Saturday morning accompanied by half a dozen emojis that Dean figured were all generalized ‘happy to be alive’ in meaning. He’d texted back his own greeting and feel-good emojis and they just went from there texting throughout the day. Dean was on his way now to go have brunch at his brother’s place, an unusual thing for them to do, but it had been the idea of Sam’s girlfriend Eileen, who Dean thought was a lot of fun. Even if he figured his brother wouldn’t have real bacon.

Pulling up outside the small two-story, Dean grabbed his contribution to the feast and locked Baby’s doors manually, whistling softly to himself.

“Hey Sammy! Coming in so I hope you’re clothed!”

“That’s not funny Dean,” said Sam from somewhere inside the house.

“You liked it.”

Sam turned away from Dean with a huff as they made their way back to the kitchen. Eileen gave Dean a big hug and excitedly pulled back the foil from the baking dish he handed her.

“Should still be warm,” Dean said, being sure that Eileen was looking at him. “If it’s going to be a bit, oven at 250 should be good.”

“I think we’re ready to eat,” Eileen replied in words and sign.

“What’d you bring Dean?” asked Sam, unable to see the contents of the dish.

“My super special pecan cinnamon buns. Fresh baked this morning just for you.”

Sam made a face, “Good thing we have healthy food to serve.” “Let it go Sammy. Food is food. It’s meant to be enjoyed.”

Sam busied himself taking dishes over to the table under Eileen’s direction. Eileen shot Dean a sympathetic look. At least she wasn’t judging him for his buns. At that thought Dean had to stifle a laugh. He made a note to text Cas about it later. He knew for a fact that Cas appreciated his buns. And if there were any leftover, he could taste the sweet ones too.

They sat down at the table, which was loaded with eggs and (turkey) bacon, some sort of potato-cheesy casserole, a dish of sliced fruit, and Dean’s buns. Coffee steamed in the large mugs at each place along with glasses of water and orange juice. Dean hadn’t had a breakfast this elaborate in quite some time. The buoyant feelings Dean had been carried in on swelled even further. Family and food were just more good things.

Plates loaded, first bites taken, compliments given and they were back to more regular conversation.

After winding down a story about some issue at the firm Sam worked for that Dean mostly followed, Sam turned his attention to Dean’s life, usually Dean’s least favorite parts of his visits with Sam.

“So how’s work going Dean?”

“Good. Lots of fun issues at the new place I started rooting through. Good team though, so should have them straightened out in no time.”

“What about the promotion?”

“Uh… what promotion?”

“I thought you were going to make a proposal for why you deserved a promotion. Isn’t that the plan?”

“Nope, no plan. Oh! You mean that thing you tried to tell me I needed to do…”

“You need to be sure that you’re not just part of the scenery there…”

“I am perfectly content where I am, Sammy.”

“It’s Sam. Then why are you so chipper this morning?”

“Am I?” asked Dean, disingenuously.

“You know you are.”

“Had a really good first date on Friday.”

“With whom?”

“With whom? Seriously? With this guy I ran into at that corn maze Charlie dragged me to.”

“And what does he do for a living?”

“Unclear. Other than sometimes working as a performer in a corn maze.”

“He’s an actor?”

“Not really. His cousin talked him into it. Anyway, we had dinner at the Roadhouse…”

“Were you drinking?”

“What?” Dean had been ready to launch into an abbreviated recap of their date, leaving out all the salacious bits, but Sam’s question brought him up short.

“Sam…” started Eileen in a warning tone.

“It’s a simple question.”

Dean flushed. “I wasn’t drunk.”

“But were you sober?”

“Dude, I never agreed that I was going to become a teetotaler.”

“So you weren’t sober on your date.”

“Wow. Sam I don’t understand…”

“You know our family has a history of alcoholism.”

“Sam. I know. I lived with Dad’s issues way longer than you did.”

“Then you know what a slippery slope it is.”

Dean wiped his mouth with his napkin, placing it next to his plate. “What I know is that I was excited to tell you about the cute boy I went out with and now we’ve somehow veered off into ‘alcohol is the devil’s drink’ territory. Just so you know, I had two beers over the course of two hours. I wasn’t drunk and neither was he. Thanks for breakfast, Eileen. I’m going to head out.”

“Dean, wait.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes you did. You never were any good at lying to me Sam.”

“I just think that after everything that happened...”

“I know, I know. It wasn’t fun for me either.”

"We care about you."

Eileen had been watching the brothers as though she were watching a tennis match. She gave Dean a rueful smile.

Dean swallowed his sigh. “Alright, I hear you. But you gotta lay off.”

“I promise.”

Dean settled more comfortably in his chair, some of the shine taken out of the day. He knew his brother worried about him, after everything he put his friends and family through with Nick and Cole and the others. It was only fair that Sam checked in with him about this stuff. It’s what family did. He just wished that he could be the person his brother and everyone else wanted him to be without it feeling so much like sandpaper against his skin. Still, he owed them to do better. He wouldn’t let Sam ruin the happy feelings he got whenever he thought about his date with Cas though. It had felt amazing to feel that good again.

#destiel #suptober22 #fanfic #sober #alcoholism mention #saileen

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atths--twice · 1 year

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Chapter Eight

A phone call leads to an unexpected surprise.

Four more pictures were texted to him over the weekend, but no further actual messages.

One picture was of Ivy eating a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with a huge grin and chocolate on her lips. One was of Dana and Ivy sitting on the couch. Ivy was in her lap and Dana’s eyes were closed, a soft smile on her face. The other two pictures were of Ivy in the snow that had continued to fall and stick on the ground. She was laughing and making a snow angel in one and in the other she was putting a purple scarf around a small snowman.

Every one of them, he replied with only a smiling emoji, respecting her lack of written text and not sending any of his own, not wanting to push into her time with her family.

Sunday morning, as he was pouring a cup of coffee, his phone rang with a number he did not recognize. Thinking it may be his agent asking after the updates to his writing, he answered with a deep sigh, knowing he was very far behind.

“Hello?”

“Fox Mulder, please?” A nasally voice asked and he frowned.

“Yes? This is Fox Mulder.”

“Fox William Mulder? Your address is 59th Street, apartment number 812?”

“Ye… yeah? Who is this? How did you-”

The person giggled and then laughed louder and he knew who was on the other end of the line.

“Samantha,” he said, shaking his head.

“Hello, big brother,” she said in her normal voice, laughing again.

“Jesus, you had me going there, you brat,” he said, setting the coffee pot down and opening the fridge to take out the coffee cream.

“Totally worth it,” Samantha said, sighing with a soft giggle.

“You didn’t call from your number,” he said, pouring the french vanilla cream into his cup, watching it change to the light brown color he liked. Closing the cream, he put it back and grabbed a spoon from the drawer, stirring the coffee.

“Astute of you,” she snorted and he rolled his eyes. “But no, you’re right. I’m at the office.”

“On a Sunday morning?”

“Yeah, but I’m heading home in a few minutes.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“Yeah. Annnnnnd, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

“Oh no…” he groaned jokingly and she laughed.

“Well, not exactly a discussion as it’s more that I’m informing you of a situation.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Completely,” she said with a laugh. “The boys are good and so is Greg. He’s had a recent promotion at work, one he’s been waiting for, so we’re happy about it.”

“Good for him,” Fox said, thinking of his brother in law and smiling.

“Yeah,” she said and he could hear her smile. “So anyway, his work no longer requires travel, thank god as that has been difficult at times.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, remembering the days when he had picked up the boys from school as Samantha had been busy with a meeting or a call.

“Well, now it’s my turn to do some traveling.”

“Oh! Really?”

“Yeah, there are some companies who are interested in hearing more about the company and seeing as I’m the face of the company, or the person behind it anyway as I wouldn’t put my face on something as that’s incredibly self-centered in my opinion, I am flying out to attend some meetings.”

“Sam! That’s fantastic! I’m so glad to hear that.”

“Thanks, me too. Especially as they weren’t exactly interested before so I feel a little secret thrill at being asked to meet with them.”

“Of course you do,” he said with a laugh and nodded before taking a sip of his coffee and setting the cup down.

“Too right I do. Anyway, so tomorrow I’m coming into your neck of the woods and I was thinking instead of getting a hotel room, I could stay at your place for a few days.”

“Oh! Yes! Definitely! That would be great!” he said happily. “I’d love to see you, Sammie.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course!”

“You don’t have a woman hanging around?” she teased. “Or perhaps, women?”

“Women? When have you known me to entertain women, plural?” he asked, shaking his head.

“Never. I’m just teasing you. So it would be okay to bunk with you from tomorrow until… Thursday morning?”

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning and walking toward the guest bedroom, thinking of what he needed to do to get it ready. “What time do you get in?”

“Tomorrow at eight. I can take a cab from the airport to your place and be there in about twenty minutes? I’ll drop my things off and we could get some breakfast? I have a meeting at eleven, so that would give us time for a good catch up.”

“And mustard,” he quipped and she snorted out a laugh.

“You’re such a doof,” she said, still laughing. He smiled and chuckled softly.

“Okay, I’ll get the room ready for you. Any particular foods you want on hand? Coffee cream flavor? Anything?”

“Aww, aren’t you just the sweetest big brother ever,” she said in a singsong tone.

“Shut up,” he replied and she laughed.

“No, that is really sweet of you, Fox. Just as you’ve always been,” she said softly. “Foods? Maybe just staples? Bread, eggs, milk, bananas... things like that? We can have dinners out, or I could make you something.”

“Ohhh. Could you make mom’s meatloaf?” he asked hopefully.

“Sure, I could make that. Anything else of hers you’d like? I could make it and freeze it.”

“No, you don’t need to do that. You’ll be here for work, and then to relax and catch up afterwards. One dinner here and two out, or delivered in, should be good.”

“Okay then. As for coffee cream, I don’t drink coffee anymore. I gave it up last month and it was a bitch of a time. I’m only drinking decaf tea now.”

“Oh, I’m glad I missed that. I’m sure Greg had as hard a time as you.”

“He was… yeah, it was hard,” she admitted and he laughed.

“I can pick up tea. Any kind in particular?”

“I can send you a picture of the box I have as I don’t remember the name of it, along with mom’s meatloaf recipe so you know what to pick up and have on hand.”

“Sounds good. I can go get it all today and then whichever day works best for your work schedule, we can make the meatloaf.”

“Oh, it’s we now, is it?” she teased and he smiled.

“Sure, I’ll be your sous-chef. You can boss me around.”

“I like that idea,” she laughed and he smiled. “Okay. Well, I’ll be there tomorrow morning, brother. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too, sis. Send that information and I’ll head to the store.”

“Once I’m home, I will. About… twenty minutes or so, okay?”

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye.”

They hung up and he smiled as he walked back to the kitchen to finish his coffee and make a list of things he needed to do.

By the time he heard from Samantha again, he had made the guest bed, dusted, and vacuumed the room, and for good measure, the rest of the apartment.

Getting changed quickly, he grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone and went to the grocery store down the street.

Returning over an hour later, he carried four full bags of groceries into his apartment and set them on the table.

After the groceries had been put away, he separated the large bouquet of flowers he had bought into two smaller ones.

Into the only two vases he owned, he arranged them and filled the vases with water. The sunflowers and white daisies were placed on the guest room dresser and the other bouquet was set on the dining room table.

He cleaned the bathroom, put out the new bottle of hand soap he had purchased, and a fresh set of towels.

When the apartment was set to his satisfaction, the diffuser Samantha had given him when he moved in emitting the scent of sandalwood, he smiled, happy that she would be there in the morning.

#the x files #xf fanfic #alternate universe #modern setting #phone calls #discussions #visits planned #family

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mentally-illenial · 1 year

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Wuhuuuuuhhhh it's been such a long past few days, lol.

My husband's friend and his family arrived on Thursday night. Friday was a very busy bee pick up day at work, but I got home a bit early and was able to hang out with everyone for a few hours. We just sat and chatted, it was nice to catch up. The boys decided to go for a food run, unfortunately just as a huge storm was blowing in. On the way home, a massive oak had fallen across the only access road to our house; it had apparently just happened when they encountered it, and one of the other cars stuck behind it happened to have an axe with him and was fruitlessly chopping away. The boys decided to get out anyway, in the thundering rain and wind, and help move what they could. Thankfully, a neighbor with a chainsaw arrived and made quick work of the rest of it. I'm so grateful they weren't hurt in the process and managed to completely clear access to the road for everyone.

Saturday was a painfully early morning, as I opened the cafe for breakfast service. Everything went smoothly though, and my husband brought his friend and his family out to the farm to visit and check it out. They really enjoyed it! And it was so fun to have my own guests there.

Two days prior, a very young kitten had been found alone in the road in front of the farm. He has been kept and taken care of by one of the girls, but they couldn't keep him permanently and were looking for an adopter. Last year my husband's friend had to put his family cat down for illness 💔. And they were more than happy for the opportunity to adopt a new baby! So they even got to leave the farm with a sweet new pet. We got baby kitten supplies on the way home. It seems very healthy and 'normal' and energetic, and they love him.

Sunday we went out to the local east coast style deli for big sammies and some local tourism, but because I live in the small town south, everything else was closed for church, so we just went to the community pool for a few hours instead. They eventually made their way home successfully, and my husband and I crashed hard lol. It seems like it was a good trip for everyone overall.

Yesterday I got to work to learn that there were some issues with last week's bee pick up. The owners were both gone for their son's wedding all weekend, so they depended on us to make pick ups work. Somehow some of the wrong items were handed out, some of the nucleus colonies had significant structural issues, and many more queens than what is normally expected were DOA. On top of these set backs, my coworker began printing and preparing shipments without waiting for our owner's morning meeting mass texts lol, in which she lays out the game plan for the day. This matters because our bee season has been significantly delayed and scrambled up by natural forces outside of our control, as well as a bit of human error, and she is the only one with the master list of shipments and pick ups that are altered to the new timeline. She's been organizing everything by hand at home and contacting the customers individually in order to reschedule their bees, which I can only imagine is a tedious nightmare. We've had thousands of customers this year. And the information we have access to in the office at the farm is outdated and incorrect, so my coworker was starting a huge batch of orders that weren't meant to be ready. The customer gets a notification when their order is marked as 'shipped' which happens automatically when you purchase the shipping label. And she sent out a massive and incorrect bee order to the beekeepers, which sent them into a panicked frenzy as well, desperately trying to prep the impossible. So we had to stop everything, reorganize, and start over, while manually contacting over a hundred customers to apologize for the random shipment notification and figuring out how many bees we actually needed. All while doing normal Monday stuff, fielding regular phone calls, customer visits, and stocking inventory until our eyes bleed.

I tried my best to work on the calendar for the new month so that everyone could have a glance ahead to see what to expect, but per usual, things will change on a weekly and daily basis, so it's almost moot lol. Hopefully we can get back on top of bee orders before the end of the month when we host BuzzFest, our biggest and usually most entertaining event of the year. It's a bee-themed festival from morning till night on the farm with food, music, activities, bees, vending, and more. I can only assume I'll be stuck in the cafe for my first BuzzFest lol, but it'll still be a great time, I'm sure. But it takes us two days on weekends, our usual bee pick ups, to set up, and we're still two weeks behind...

Today is the first of FOUR large field trips at the farm this week. 50+ people today doing a three part experience rotation: hive tour, candle craft, and honey tasting. We're calling in the part timers for register support, but hopefully we can still manage this on top of whatever corrections and shipments need to be made. The guest leading the group called to ask YESTERDAY if she could come over an hour early, just after we technically open, and for reasons unknowable to God and man, the owner told me to say yes 😭. I couldn't get a hold of our head beekeeper, who does the hive tours, so I'm hoping beyond hope he saw the 20 some odd notes I left for him all over the farm lol. It could be a stressful one.

Oh yeah, and I put together and shipped a 'get well soon' package for that poor lady who fell and broke her nose.

I'm very burnt out. I'm finding it impossible to fully relax and re-energize after any form of rest or relaxation or self care etc. I'm still regularly having stress dreams. I'm well past running on fumes, and I'm just grinning nihilisticly through the struggle and bearing as much as I can, ignorantly and toxic-optimistically hoping a random break will just arrive out of the blue soon.

Kitty tax:

#personal fitblr #bee farm #2023 me

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abarbaricyalp · 2 years

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I asked for prompts for Steve’s birthday and got:

@barneswilsonrogers i want to share a prompt for steve birthday 🥳 maybe Sam planning something big but everything goes wrong so he’s sad about it and cue Steve being so understanding and love him anyway? lol i hope you like it

which has led to this which is much longer than I intended and was written entirely in the drafts feature on the phone app so it's possibly not as polished as it could be, but I really enjoyed sitting with these two for a while again. Word of warning, you asked for things to go wrong and those things sure can go wrong. PTSD Flashback CW towards the end. Thanks for the prompt!

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Sam hadn't had to set an alarm for years. He was always up before everyone else in his family (except his dad on Sunday mornings) and he realized quickly he'd rather be awake at the bugle call in bootcamp, or before the emergency alarms when he was overseas. After that, the habit just stuck. He was up early to run, did as many chores and errands as possible before the sun was up, and took to cat-napping in the afternoon if he wanted.

And then he met Steve Rogers, who seemed to make it his life goal to beat Sam out of bed every morning. It was kind of infuriating.

So Sam had set an alarm the night before and he still beat it awake. But the other side of the bed was cool and empty when his hand naturally drifted over to it. Again, really? he wondered with a grumble.

Rubbing his eyes, he shoved himself to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe Steve had gone out for some reason. Maybe Sam's plans weren't ruined yet.

No dice. He took in the spread set up across the kitchen bar and felt a little of the excitement in his chest deflate.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, coming to behind Steve to steal a strawberry and wrap his arms around Steve's waist.

Steve positively melted into Sam's touch, setting aside a knife to hug Sam's arms around him. "Couldn't sleep. Wanted French toast. Then I figured I should make eggs for you. And eggs need bacon. And then I started coffee and decided to try that caramel thing."

Sam turned to press a kiss to Steve’s neck, hiding his face there for a second and pulling another happy hum from his partner. "I was going to cook for you today."

"You make those burgers for lunch or dinner and I'll forgive you," Steve promised. Finally he turned enough to kiss Sam properly.

"It'll have to be lunch," Sam said against his mouth, so he felt it when Steve grinned.

"Oh, do we have dinner plans?" he asked. "I'll have to cancel my parade."

Sam laughed and pinched Steve’s side gently. "Let's eat on the patio," he said. "I'll move stuff out there."

"And then dessert back in bed?" Steve suggested, not at all innocently sucking on a strawberry, lips pursed around it.

Sam let himself be distracted for a second. "If that's what the birthday boy wants," he offered. "I think I could suffer through."

Steve grinned and Sam didn't feel so terrible about not cooking breakfast.

They ate outside and a cool breeze and bright sunrise made for the perfect morning scene. Then Steve, without waiting for either of them to put the plates in the sink or even inside, scooped Sam into his arms and carried him back to the bedroom.

Sam landed in their comforter with a laugh and then immediately clutched at his sides to protect them as Steve climbed over him and got his mouth on all the sensitive skin of his abdomen.

"Wait, wait, wait," he laughed, half clutching at Steve’s head, half shoving him away. "It's your birthday. I should be spoiling you."

Steve lifted his head, a dopey grin still on his mouth. "Sammy, this is exactly what I want for my birthday," he promised and went back to kissing over Sam's sternum.

He was just starting to slide Sam's boxers from his waist when Sam's phone rang.

"Ignore it," Sam mumbled, lifting his hips and holding Steve's head down. The phone fell silent and Sam had almost left himself get complacent before it started to ring again.

"It's HQ," Steve murmured against Sam's thigh.

Sam blindly reached for the phone and silenced it before throwing it across the room. "Captain America doesn't work on Fourth of July."

"Doesn't he?" Steve chuckled. "I kind of planned on putting these to work." He licked over Sam's thigh, over a bite he'd worked there while Sam was worried about the phone.

"Mmm, you're the exception to my rule," Sam decided. "You ever wanna boss me around, today's the day."

"Nah," Steve breathed, shook his head so his lips dragged over Sam's skin. "You're smarter than me. Got better ideas."

Sam hooked his other leg over Steve’s shoulder and that's when Steve’s phone began to ring.

"Come on!" Sam shouted at the ceiling as Steve chuckled softly and extricated himself from Sam.

"Maybe it's just someone calling to wish me a happy birthday."

Sam shot him a baleful look. It was very unlikely that that was the case. And judging from the grimace on Steve’s face when he answered, Sam was right.

"Uh, yeah," he said with a cringe and apologetic look to Sam. "Yeah, he's alright. No, I don't know where his phone is. Come on, it's his day off. Can't we just--" His jaw clenched tightly enough that Sam could see it from across the room. With a sigh, Sam pushed himself out of the bed again and began to get dressed.

"I'll be back quick," he promised when Steve tossed his phone on the bed. "Don't you do the dishes. I'll be back in time for lunch. Give you one of the presents. This is really screwing with my timeline."

Steve pulled Sam closer with two fingers hooked behind his hip, but anger still simmered under Sam's skin. He'd had this whole day planned out and now everything was going wrong. It was the first time they were back to normal for Steve’s birthday and it couldn't even be good.

"I know, doll," Steve soothed. And Sam got mad all over again because he was supposed to be soothing Steve. "Just get back. That's gift enough."

Sam pressed his forehead to Steve’s and closed his eyes. "Always," he promised.

The problem was down in Jersey. Sam wasn't even going to call it a mission. It really was more of a watch-and-bust kind of operation that did little more than interrupt his day.

Bucky was there, looking even more sullen than Sam felt. But he managed to get five digs in about Sam being here instead of with Steve. The jabs both infuriated Sam and also chafed at his already raw heart. It was remedied slightly back at HQ by Bucky's, possibly too sincere, offer to knock heads around for calling Sam in in the first place.

It was a silly thing to get really upset about, Sam knew. But he’d put a lot of thought into making this birthday nice for Steve. Things had been rough since the un-end of the world. They'd both been wearing themselves to the bone and today was supposed to be filled with nothing but each other and their friends and cake and fireworks.

Shit, the show. The reservations.

Sam grabbed Bucky's wrist to read his watch and then popped his wings open, about to take off.

"Date's gonna be that good, huh?" Bucky teased. "Or the after-date?" He waggled his eyebrows at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes back. "I liked you better before you remembered your personality," he griped emptily. Unfortunately, he really liked Bucky. Quite unfortunately, Bucky knew that.

"Yeah yeah, give him a kiss for me." He made a ridiculous kissing face, arms coming up around the air dramatically. It was ridiculous and juvenile but it made some of the frustration and hurt ease up from Sam's chest. Still, Sam hoped a little bit of heat blow back from his thrusters hit Bucky.

He landed on their patio and sighed in resigned disapproval to find it had all been cleaned. The small grill had been pulled out and there were half burnt coals in it and the smell of burnt meat clung to the rack. Man could win a war but not grill a hamburger, it'd never make sense to Sam.

Inside, the apartment was quiet and calm. A record from the fifties--some genre in between swing and jazz--played lowly and a bunch of the candles that Steve liked were lit, trailing to the bedroom. Sam grinned at the theatrics, wished he had been the one to do it, and followed them into the bedroom.

The lights were low, the music louder now, and Steve was laying in their bed in a nice suit. Sam wasn't even going to ask how he'd found the reservations and knew what to wear. He sat on the edge provided by the way Steve was curled onto his side and reached out to shake his shoulder gently. His fingers traveled to Steve's jaw, tracing over the relaxed line of it then over his eyebrow and his nose and his cheekbone.

"Keep doing that and we won't get to the restaurant," Steve murmured, a grin finally coming to his mouth though his eyes didn't open.

"Who wore you out so well?" Sam asked. "Asleep before 6 in the evening, old man." He tsked teasingly.

"I'm not asleep," Steve argued. His eyes still weren't open.

"Well you stay not-asleep while I get cleaned up and dressed."

Steve whined. "That's my favorite part of going out."

Sam kissed the corner of Steve's eye, his temple, his cheekbone. "But you're already dressed and if I let you in the bathroom with me, I know you'll get into the shower fully clothed."

Steve hummed at the thought. "That does sound really nice."

"Stay here," Sam laughed. "I'll be back out in a few minutes."

The first fireworks of the night went off as Sam adjusted the temperature of the water. That's a little early, he thought with a small scowl. It wasn't even dark yet.

He tried to shower as quickly as possible but the warm water felt good on his aching muscles and there was more grime on him than he'd initially thought. Flying through New York probably didn't help anything.

He heard the door open and fondly rolled his eyes. "Thought I told you to be patient," he called.

"Hey now, give me some credit, I'm just bringing you some briefs," Steve called back. "Keep you less distracting as you get dressed."

"Oh? And what if I wanted to go commando? Make it that much easier later?" Sam teased.

Steve groaned, all put upon. "Now I definitely wanna get in the water with you."

Sam rinsed his hair one last time, scrubbing the salt of sweat from his hairline, before pointedly turning the water off.

Steve was waiting on the bath mat with a towel when Sam got the door open. "This doesn't count as being distracting?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Not if I keep my eyes up," Steve joked.

"Atta, soldier boy." Sam took the towel and started to scrub down. Another firework popped outside and Steve rolled his eyes, even if he was smiling a little.

"The Dogers used to do a great show on the Fourth," he said, steadfastly keeping his eyes above Sam's chest as promised.

"You want Yankees tickets, just let me know," Sam taunted.

"Fuck the Yankees," Steve said, like a record.

Sam laughed at him and tugged on his briefs. "Come on, I wanna give you something before we go out." This, at least, could go right today.

He took Steve's hand--sometimes that simple gesture still blew his mind; he was just allowed to do that--and took Steve into the bedroom. He dug in the emptier second closet, where super suits and weapons and shields were kept with old boots and jackets, until he could pull a shape free. There was a Captain America blanket wrapped around it in lieu of wrapping paper.

Steve laughed as he looked over it. "Good call," he said. "I glanced at this thing a hundred times but figured it couldn't be that important if you wrapped it in Bucky's gag gift."

Sam grinned at him and leaned against the bed post. "Go ahead. 'Unwrap' it."

Steve did, just as carefully as he unwrapped any gift. Under the blanket was bag with tactical straps and a good weatherproof canvas. Steve opened that gently too and grinned before the item was even out of the bag. The easel unfolded easily and Steve set it up right where he was.

"This is beautiful," he said softly, tracing his fingers over the fine wood.

"Look, it's got all this storage on the back," Sam pointed out, gesturing to a small peg board carved onto one of the supports of it. A small leather pouch was on another. Various hooks and strings dotted a third. "So you don't have to keep brushes or pencils in your pocket or on the ground."

"Where did you find something like this? It's perfect."

Sam's cheeks warmed. "I made it, actually. A friend of mine, down in Louisiana, is a wood worker. He helped me make it."

"You made this?" Steve asked, voice full of admiration and adoration, as he looked over at Sam with wide, earnest eyes.

"Everything but the bag," Sam agreed, though most of it was lost as Steve enveloped him in a hug that made the day worth it. At the rate everything else had been going, he'd half expected for the easel to be broken in the bag. But it wasn't and Steve loved it.

"I wanted something you could carry around with you, now that you might have some more down time. Take it to the park or on a train or whatever."

"Thank you," Steve breathed against Sam's shoulder. Sam hugged him back, clutching onto him. Then suddenly Steve was sweeping them around the room, moving in time to the jazzy swing on the player.

Sam laughed and clutched onto Steve’s shoulders until he got his feet under him again. Dancing with Steve was pretty much one of his favorite things to do and he let himself get lost in the feeling of it.

A firework burst right outside the bedroom window, red colors tangling in Steve's light hair, reflecting off smiling teeth.

Oh man, I know, I gotta go. It's the same thing every time. But I don't think another drink's gonna Make me lose my mind.

And suddenly Sam was in the a dusty barrack, dancing with Riley to this terrible favorite song of his.

And there was an explosion and Steve's face was red.

And there was a gunshot and Sam's dad was on the street.

And there was a blast that Sam felt the heat of before it hit Riley.

And there was fire and there was noise and there was destruction Sam couldn't stop.

There was a crash and someone was trying to pull Sam from the wreckage, away from his father's body Riley’s body, Steve's body. Away from the fight. Into the fight. Towards the noise. Into the heat.

"Sam. Sam. Baby, come back. Hey, you're home. You're home, you're safe, you're right here."

Sam squeezed his eyes shut and swayed in the ripcurrent of devastation around him. A hand on his shoulder, on his face. Pain all over his knees and his back. Maybe his head. Maybe it was all in his head.

It was never in his head. It'd be better if some of the terrible things that had happened would've just stayed in his head. He could handle it. But instead it exploded out of him in colors and noise and fire and tore apart everyone near him.

"Sam," a voice called again holding his head. The light eased from his eyes and shapes took form again. He made himself blink. Made shapes into a face. Steve's face. A safe face. Steve continued to look worked until Sam blinked again and furrowed his brow. "There you are," Steve breathed. He brushed his thumb over Sam's cheekbone. "You're home," he repeated. "It's okay." They were on the floor, Sam realized. He must have passed out?

Outside, a firework exploded and they both flinched.

"Your birthday," Sam gasped. "Dinner. The show. Shit I--" He looked down at his bare chest and legs. Devastation found him all over again. "I ruined it." A sob had worked its way through his chest and broke free in the words.

"Oh, angel, no," Steve sighed, pulling Sam into his lap and hugging him to his chest. Sam let himself cling onto him. "You didn't ruin anything. I'm right where I want to be. My best guy's arms. Just wish you were feeling better yourself in the moment."

"I had it all planned out. A day just for you. Food and s** and presents all day. And every single thing was ruined but at least I could take you to a fancy dinner and watch fireworks from 75 floors above with you." Sobs continued to wrack through Sam. Frustration and helplessness and pain. He was mad at himself for slipping at such a stupid moment. He'd watched dozens of fireworks shows. He had fought in a hundred more battles. How could it happen tonight of all nights, when he'd just decided to be happy again?

"Didn't we get that?" Steve asked. "We had breakfast and got playful and we danced and I got my hands all over you and you gave me the most beautiful present. Baby, I'm just worried about you right now."

Sam hid his face against Steve's shoulder and willed himself not to cry. "I'm sorry, Stevie," he murmured.

"For what?" Steve asked softly, resting his cheek on Sam's head. "You wanna know something?" he asked. "I don't like fireworks. The smell of them, especially a lot of them, reminds me of... Well, you know."

Steve's fingers started smoothing along Sam's ribs and Sam squeezed his hip in turn. "And I'd always prefer to make dinner with you than go out. I mean, that's not true. I love getting to show you off. But I just love you first. You're everything to me, Sam. Just knowing you put so much thought into today is enough. But I really only need to know that you're okay right now."

He hooked a knuckle under Sam's chin and Sam looked up at him with wet eyes. "Come on, come back to me. You're okay. We're okay."

Sam rested his forehead against Steve's jaw and nodded. "I know. I know. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for. You're here. That's all I need." He kissed Sam's hairline and rubbed his sides. "I pretty much planned on spending all day in bed anyway," he added when Sam didn't respond. "Just thought it might be warmer."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You're awful, y’know that?"

Steve hummed a chuckle. "Nah, I just know what makes me happy for the first time in ages."

Sam leaned against Steve's chest for a few more seconds, measuring their heartbeats until they were almost the same. "I'll take you up on cooking," he eventually said. "But it can't be burgers. The grill would set off all the fire alarms."

Steve raised an eyebrow at him. "How about that cake in the fridge we're pretending I haven't seen?" he suggested.

"Steven Grant, Captain America doesn't have dessert before dinner," Sam scolded dramatically to banish any last wavering in his voice.

Steve's hand fell to Sam's hip and over his thigh. "The way I remember it, you get dessert before dinner all time." This was further punctuated with a kiss to Sam's neck. "Besides, it's my birthday. Just call me a bad influence on Cap and have a little cake."

"Or a lot," Sam suggested, pulling Steve to his feet as he stood, just a little wobbly.

"There is a lot," Steve agreed with a grin. He kissed Sam like that'd distract Sam from him grabbing his ass. "Feeling better?"

Sam let out an exhale and nodded. Good enough for dinner at least. Good enough to start putting the old plan behind him and focus on the man in front of him. "I feel better."

"Good," Steve agreed and lifted Sam up by the thighs for the second time that day. A shocked laugh burst from Sam and he quickly clung onto Steve. "Now, you keep saying presents, like multiple. But I've only seen one."

"Oh that's how it is?" he laughed as Steve took them to the kitchen. "It was a slip of the tongue. Oh, but Bucky did say to give you this." He planted a wet, awful kiss on Steve's cheek and Steve half groaned, half screeched at it.

"Conspiracy," he accused. "Better find something better to do with that mouth."

"Like what?" Sam asked, settling on the dining table when Steve put him there, letting him step between Sam's legs.

"Like eating cake. Or like something like this." He gently cupped Sam's face in both of his hands and kissed him until Sam's brain quieted and the furrows smoothed from his forehead and a smile came to his mouth.

"I agree," he breathed when Steve stopped kissing him but didn't pull away. "That's a much better use."

"A better kiss," Steve agreed.

"I can't believe you're gonna rank my kisses."

Steve kissed him again with a grin and Sam decided maybe they could be ranked after all.

"Thank you," Steve breathed between their mouths. "For all of this. But just for everything. Every kiss and breakfast and nightmare and laughing fit and stolen shirt and night spent putting in butterfly bandages and stitches and every night spent not doing that and all the dinners at home or out. Everything you do, Sam, is perfect. I love you so much. You're the only thing I ever want. You, safe and happy and right here in my arms."

Sam hugged Steve closer. "I love you too, Steve," he promised. "Happy birthday."

And they kissed again.

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backpockct · 1 year

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INTRODUCING ADIYA YOUSEF WRITTEN (AND LOVED!) BY CORRIE

⸻ have you ever heard denim jacket by sammy rae and the friends , well it is ADIYA YOUSEF to a tee . the thirty six year old film critic has been spotted wandering down portobello road markets just last sunday , do you know them ? would you say she is more reserved or more creative ? anyway , they remind me of late nights on apartment balconies drinking wine, cigarettes stained with lipstick, glasses rested ontop of a mass of curly hair, large mugs of black coffee and snapping photos on an old film camera, maybe you'll catch them around yeah ? ⸻ [ ◟ MAY CALAMAWY. ◝ ]

triggers: mentions of deadbeat dads

THE BASICS:

full name: adiya raaidha yousef

birthday: october 28th 1987 (36 years old)

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: pansexual

relationship status: very single

BASIC INTRO:

adiya is originally from leeds, west yorkshire, in the north of the uk. she was born to a single mother.

her father was pretty useless, he was never really in her life. and after one big explosive arugment between her mother and him, he dipped.

this all happened when adiya was a baby, she doesn’t really remember much of this.

her mother worked her ass off to provide for the two of them, adiya spent lots of nights looking after herself or at her grandparents.

anyway, she went off to university after she finshed school, she was a bit of a nerd and she went to one of the top universities in london.

adiya went on to study journalism and she had particular interest in film journalism. she eventually decided that she wanted to become a film critic.

she graduated top of her clas and went onto working at a small indie magazine, doing their film reviews.

she hopped from magazine to magazine and now she works for one of the biggest companies in the world as one of their head film critcs and she loves it.

outside of writing, she has her own place in notting hill and she’s just a cool woman about town, that’s her vibe.

adiya has never really comitted to anyone, after the drama with her parents, she chose to stay away from all of that but sometimes, she does dabble in it.

because of her upbringing, she always been fiercely independent and struggles to let people in.

adiya is still very close with her family, she sees them as often as she can, all of her family are very proud of what she’s done, after all, she’s the only grandchild.

she is basically ur cool aunt, that comes to visit u at xmas, tells u wild stories about living in london whilst smoking a cig then the day after boxing day, zooms off back to london.

adiya is very happy with her life, she finally feels at peace!!!

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

friends

good influence / bad influence

sibling type relationship

hook ups

fwbs

co-workers

neighbours

if you’d like to plot with any of my muses then please feel free to hit me up on discord @ corey in wetherspoons ™#0678!!

#nothillhqintro #☆ﾟ*・ﾟ you can always edit a page. you can’t edit a blank page — ↳ ooc #nottinghillintro

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safety-sammy · 2 years

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anyway…happy sammy sunday 😏

#sammy sunday #greta van fleet #gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka

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hekate1308 · 1 year

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Leaves That Before The Wild Hurricane Fly, A Destiel Advent Calendar, December 10

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“Sorry about all of that“ Dean said as soon as they were alone (comparatively at least – he could still hear the group, or gang as Dean had referred to them, talking) “They are… I know they can be a handful.”

“I don’t mind” he replied automatically, although whether he truly meant it or whether he was just overwhelmed by it all.

“Let me get you something to drink.”

“Water, please.”

When they had met up with Ishim’s friends, they had usually laughed at his request, but Dean simply nodded. “Alright, water it is.”

He took a few sips of his water and watched Dean happily move around the kitchen. “They’ve all offered to help, of course” he told him grinning, “But tis is one thing I like to do alone,.”

Yet had had no problem that Castiel was in the kitchen with him… although he hadn’t exactly offered to help, had he. Instead he was simply standing there, drinking in the sight of Dean.

“Anyway, so that’s everyone important you need to know at the moment. Sam’s a Fae like me of course, just like Gilda, Eileen’s human, Charlie’s a witch, Benny and Andrea are vampires – he just turned her a few months ago at her insistence – and Crowley’s a demon. I imagine he mentioned it?”

“Yes he did.”

“Loves doing that. Sam is always on his case to perhaps be a bit less…” he searched for a diplomatic way of putting things then said, “Well, Sam doesn’t like Crowley’s way of doing things. Let’s leave it at that. They play nice when I’m around, though.”

He couldn’t help but wonder what that meant, exactly, but Dean didn’t elaborate. “Just a warning, Charlie’s a nosy one, and so can Sammy be”.

He must have looked as alarmed as he felt because Dean laughed. “Don’t worry they know when to back off… or at least notice when they shouldn’t. Crowley will probably figure things out on his own, so… And you’re sure you’re fine with him just showing up?”

“If our situations had been reversed, I would probably have done the same” he admitted. After all, they were a tightly-knit group, and Castiel was an outsider, an outsider without magic to boot; why should anyone trust him without checking first? He certainly knew the virtues of fact-checking, even if his bosses didn’t.

“No hard feelings, then?”

He shook his head.

Dean winked. “Fine, you can go back to the dining room then. Don’t let them string you into helping out.”

Since he found the group already setting the table, and there were more than enough hands to go around, he was happy to stand in the corner and watch, as was his wont.

For five entire seconds before Crowley approached him. “Hello again.”

“Hello.”

“So what do you think? If you want to insinuate yourself with anyone, I can give you a few tips.”

“Dean told me you yourself don’t get along with Sam.”

“Nonsense. Me and Moose are great.”

Castiel would believe Dean on that. “Dean said it’s the usual Sunday lunch. So you do this often?”

“Every week. Dean’s a bit of a mother hen – show up often enough and you get adopted.”

Which was probably how he ended up with a demon as a friend.

“But I bet you know that, the way Dean looks at you…”

He didn’t know what to say.

“Ah, fine, fine, you’re a shy one, forgot. Anyway, better get sued to it because you are here now, so you get an invitation very week too. That’s how it works.”

Again, he couldn’t say anything.

“Plus, his cooking is delicious even if I technically wouldn’t need to eat.”

“Dean cooks very well” he agreed. That at least was something easy to reply to.

“Heya!” Charlie now all but skipped up to them, “Trying to scare him away, Crowley?”

“Haven’t succeeded so far.”

“Good sign” she told him before grabbing Castiel. “Come on, you two are missing all the fun!”

As it turned out, setting the table – even if he didn’t help since “the first time” it was Dean’s rule that he shouldn’t, as Sam explained – was part of their ritual, and they were already in the middle of telling each other everything about the last week, what they had gotten up to, the people they had met.

While Castiel had several siblings, he had never been close to any of them, and their family dinners certainly had never felt like this.

They included him too, asking about his job and hobbies – it might just have been an attempt to understand who they were about to trust with their life stories, but it didn’t seem like it at all.

He was busy discussing the latest Gaiman novel with Eileen when Dean called out, “Alright, lunch’s ready!”

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