#ps the other cook is sam

[fluffyprettykitty]

Haven

Pairing: Sam Wilson x shield agent female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1300 words

Outline: Former shield agent now working in secret for the nomad team so why is your heart flattering when you have to take care of your former flame?

Warnings: tiny angst, reunion sex, swearing, pet names, food mention, movie inaccuracies, breast worship, biting, male ejaculation. if I missed anything major please let me know!

Author’s Note: infinity war! sam au is here! Loved the angsty emotional angle very much. sam thots and especially about aus are always welcome :) next on the to be written list are 1st bf!, sugardaddy!, samnat & the alphabet.

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

A year after the whole airport Avengers scene has left you scattered broken and unemployed. Working a few odd jobs here and there as a former shield agent and an expert skillful agent have you picking jobs from the black market and trying your best to help and protect the nomad team.

Your base right now is on a small island in the pacific ocean and when in the middle of the night you receive a red alert for immediate excavation you are more than ready to help. What you didn't expect was your former flame, Sam Wilson to be the recipient of the help. He looked injured & bloody as he was walking out of the quinjet, getting invincible behind him.

"Sam!" You exclaim running to him. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles softly. "Aliens." He stops you before you could even speak. "The rest of the team are elsewhere, safe. And I am hoping to be now. As long..." he gestures around. "You got a nice meal and a warm bed for me to lay on."

"Of course, Sam. I got everything." Your heart is warming up, you never expected to see him like this, on his own, looking charming as ever even though you could tell the impact was severe.

You bring him to your small house and allow him to shower as you put his suit in a basket letting it soak with soap hopefully, that will wash off the blue alien blood. Then you decide to cook something simple, rice and meatballs, by the time you're done and setting the table he's coming around with just a towel around his lower body.

"So...you don't do clothes in this house?" You laugh even if you try to avert your gaze from staring at his body too much. He looks uninjured, the only visible scars now were on his face. Looks like he needs better head protection.

"I forgot!" You shake your shoulders and head for the closet. "Oh really, did something distract you?"

"No, I was focused on cooking."

"Ah-huh. I believe that." He smiles and sniffs up the air. "Meatballs?"

"The only good thing I know how to make."

"Hmm, you did also make amazing boiled eggs."

You snort as you pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He doesn't catch it as he lets it fall on the floor.

"I know you wanna see me naked, baby."

You scoff in response and throw at him the clothes you picked for him. "Nu huh." You place your hands over your eyes and smile. "Not one bit."

"Ah sure. I see you peeking."

And that's how the rest of the night, now early morning went, Sam got dressed had some food, recited stories to you, described very vividly how alien-y the aliens were, and in the end fell asleep. The rest of the three days went on like this, with the flirtations and the teasing getting more and more psychical until you knew it was time for him to leave again and you almost felt your heart sinking in your chest.

You watch him as he sleeps, breathing slowly in and out, shirtless with just a blanket around his legs, looking more peaceful than ever.

"Ya know you can tell when someone stares at you."

You scoff and cross your arms rolling your eyes.

"I just wanted to see if you had fallen asleep."

"Sounds like something that takes no more than one second. You've been sitting there for more than five minutes." He finally opens his eyes and rolls over looking at you and crossing his arms. God his muscular arms looked delicious like that. You wanted nothing more than to curl up there with him. Safe and secure inside his embrace.

Second instincts kick in and you roll your eyes again before turning around to leave. You only make it a few steps before he grabs you by your arm and turns you around pushing you against the wall. He doesn't speak, just stares deeply into your eyes as you are breathing short and heavily, your body responding to him in an extreme way. You needed him, you loved him.

"Sam." You mumble trying to regain your composure. His arm stays tauntingly above your head his other hand still holding your wrist, checking your heart pulses.

"I like clear answers."

"Sam, don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"I'm not doing anything. I was sleeping."

You scoff and close your eyes in frustration. What's the point of this? He has to leave, he has to help the world. You needed to stay here, act as a safe haven.

"I should pack your essentials." You say directly looking at him.

"No." He retorts and then crushes his lips against yours, leaving you both surprised and ridiculously drenched for him. He only kisses you once before pulling away to watch your reaction again.

"Sam." You repeat, his breath hot on your tongue, your chest finally filling with air. Your hand is on his chest caressing it, he seems to be getting calmer. "I...please, don't regret me."

"Never." He shakes his head. "Never. I've missed you, I could never regret you." His lips land on yours again, soft and velvety, with the utmost sweetness full of life and adoration.

You remember these lips, memories come alive in your head as his hands begin to wander on your body. He needs to touch you everywhere at once as your hands respond in the same way. He engulfs with his body, his kisses turning to bites on your jaw and further down your neck, as a moan escapes you, filling the air of the small room. Suddenly, you are sure of every little thing in the world and you allow him to take control.

And he wastes no time, tearing your clothes apart with his arms and teeth, biting your breasts, pulling your nipples, kissing your chest as your hand stays stroking his hard-on over his sweatpants until he cursed and pulled his pants down himself. And he almost hissed when you touched his cock, his teeth still playing with your nipples, one hand moving to your core, rubbing it slowly.

"Shit, baby, looks like a job for a plumber down here." You giggle at his line which quickly changed to a gasp as the cold air hit you when he undressed you followed by a moan as he pushed a curled finger inside.

"Oh looks like we need to do a lot of work down here." You let your head hit the wall. "Looks like we gonna need a tool." He nods his head and replaces his finger with his cockhead which has you dropping to a low sound.

"Oh, looks good." He pushes inside, stretching your walls, your hands wrapping around his neck. "Oh, such a tight hole, think that's the problem here, need some good fucking to get properly fixed." You giggled at his goofiness as he started doing what he was best at - screwing you silly.

A couple of minutes later and in many different sex positions he has you on the couch, laying under him as his hands cup your face, his thrusts slow and sensual and even though he has already drawn orgasm after orgasm of you, he still remains full. You know he has planned something. Something hella corny.

So when he finally orgasms, he does it looking deep inside your eyes, shooting his seed down your stomach as he repeats your name almost like a chant, resting his forehead against yours.

And when the morning comes, he doesn't leave your home.

Because you are his home.

His safe haven.

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiya, Mousy! 👋🏻✨ I'm just gonna ask here... I'm tempted to know all but I'll stick to a few. Hopefully, it's not too much! But if it's too much, feel free to answer the ones you have already cooked! ^^ Here's my question.

How do you think would the villagers of SVE such as Gunther, Marlon, Gil, Andy, and Susan (along with the bachelor/ettes from both SVE & SDV as well) react to...

... 'durians'? 👀

(A very smelly fruit. But it can be sweet inside like any other fruit!)

Gunther, Marlon and Gil may not be from SVE, but they became social NPC in Expanded, so yes. I hope that's okay! 😅 I have another ask coming, by the way...

Heyyyyyyyyyy! 👋❤️ It's good to see you in my askbox :D

I was thinking about writing..... about everyone you asked (so it's going to be a long post, fair warning Jesus Christ it's huge!). I liked the idea and got a little carried away with the inspiration. Well, I'm off to write an answer to your second question then ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thanks for your ask 😊 Enjoy!

PS: I have never smelled or tasted a durian in my life, so I apologize if any details of the description of the fruit may not match reality.

SDV and SVE bachelors/ettes and townies react to the Durian fruit:

✨Bachelors✨

Shane:

...What the fuck did Farmer bring? What is thi- Oh, fuck, yuck! Are they fucking crazy?! No, don't even think about bringing that shit to the ranch. Get the fuck outta here! Seriously, what's the matter with Farmer, they're gonna use that thing to set up a gas chamber in his aunt and or something? A gift!? A fucking gift, thank you very much!... Okay, Shane thinks the pulp is really tasty, and Jas straight up loved this weird thing. But please, for fuck's sake, don't bring them fresh fruit, okay? And, uh... thanks.

Sebastian:

Sebastian was so confident in his victory in another billiard competition that he did not even immediately realize how the Farmer, victoriously expressed their wish, which now the loser must fulfill? To smell and eat durian? Isn't that the fruit that- oh, yuck, yep, that's the fruit he's thinking about. The smell is easy to describe: like dirty old socks and the smell of sewage. But the taste is cool, words can't describe what the flavor is exactly, but it's cool.

Sam:

Yo! Yooooo! Man, that stinks! Sam had seen a lot of videos on the internet of people eating the weirdest foods, and he was interested in fresh durian too. And then the Farmer brings them a whole fruit to taste. The tasting takes place outside, though, because Jodi won't let them in. Sam's mother can't stand the stench, even if the exotic fruit is like the food of the gods. It tastes okay, Sam thoughts, like vanilla.

Elliott:

Elliott is a little confused, not knowing whether to thank Farmer sincerely or try to politely decline. When the conversation turns to the fact that the Farmer wants to give the writer a durian..... Elliott had encountered this infamous fruit in his youth, and as you can guess - the surprise was not a pleasant one. What was pleasant, however, was the fact that the Farmer brought him a fried fruit, without the repulsive odor. Ah, what a rich flavor! Thank you very much, Farmer. Such a palette of flavor immediately inspired Elliott to write a short story about the beauty and richness of the tropics!

Harvey:

Harvey had heard a lot about the properties of durian. This fruit is considered both very useful and very dangerous, and by "dangerous" he means not only the unbearable odor. It is contraindicated for people with high blood pressure. At the same time, durian has a strong bactericidal effect due to the substance indole contained in it, helps to eliminate toxins from the body. Although, the taste of durian, the pulp of which was kindly brought by the farmer, is quite specific, as if banana-onion puree. Not bad, just specific.

Alex:

The athlete's first reaction to durian was a great desire to kick this fruit. For a very long distance. Like a gridball, to the other side of town (or better yet, to the end of the world). What a stench! Alex definitely couldn't stand such a smell, although he had to smell different odors in the locker room of the bathhouse not of his own free will. But this was the worst of all. He doesn't even want to taste the pulp, firmly convinced that it tastes as bad as it smells. Nope, thanks.

Lance:

Ah, Lance has had time to taste many exotic fruits in his life, and the ever-famous durian was no exception. He remembers this fruit from his childhood, as durian pulp was a frequent treat and an ingredient in his family's dishes. He also remembers his father jokingly threatening to put little Lance in a room with the foul-smelling fruit for a full one minute if he misbehaved. They would never do such a thing, of course, but little Lance didn't want to test fate then. Fortunately, a few magic tricks in his arsenal allow him to enjoy the taste of childhood to this day, avoiding the foul odor.

Victor:

Yoba, have pity on poor Victor... Did the Farmer become a lover of strange (and sometimes dubious) delicacies, just like Victor's dear mother? Olivia used to give him durian pulp for dessert when he was a child, and Victor, not wanting to contradict his mother, ate it with no small pleasure. He finds the fruit's flavor strange: cheesy, nutty notes with onions. Some people like it, but he doesn't. Fortunately, Victor is old enough to cook his own food, and he certainly doesn't want to remember the "taste" of his childhood, so sorry Farmer, but he'll have to pass. Especially with that smell, good Lord!

Magnus:

You wouldn't believe it, Farmer, but when he was young, Magnus and his peers at the Castle Village Academy of Magic had put a foul-smelling fruit in one of the professors' classrooms to play a prank. Alas, they didn't know that it was dangerous to keep the fruit indoors. No one was hurt, fortunately, but spirits, how they were scolded afterwards! The pulp itself tasted okay (not that Magnus was obsessed with durian), but he would gladly accept a treat from the Farmer. The wizard will make tea for the two of them, and he'll tell the Farmer more stories from his youth.

✨Bachelorettes✨

Maru:

Durio zibethinus, the most common tree species in the genus Durio that are known as durian. A unique flora, Maru read books and articles about it with interest. She and her dad had to explore many interesting fruits, but they never brought the durian fruit to the laboratory. If there is a desire or opportunity, then the Farmer can donate one fruit for science! Um, and please let Maru know in advance if they want to bring durians, at least they'll have time to grab respirators.

Haley:

Ewwwww! And the Farmer was able to grow that stinky stuff on their farm? They are either the bravest or the stupidest. You want me to try it? Are you out of your mind? Like, tasty fruit? Hmm, only if the Farmer removes the odor and puts the pulp on a plate. Hee-hee, this fruit is quite tasty - something between a persimmon and a papaya. Can you get more? Haley would love to order more fruit (just no peels, please).

Emily:

Emily accurately described the fruit, calling it an "ugly duckling": the outside of the durian, which attracts flies and repels people with its odor, inside holds the food that many sweet fruit lovers dream of. Plus, the fruit is rich in B vitamins, potassium and magnesium, so it's still very healthy! The smell doesn't scare her, but it's better to handle a fresh durian outside (or Haley will never let the two of them in the house).

Abigail:

Oh! Oh! Abigail heard about durian, that it stinks so unbearably it's been banned in some regions. Heck yeah, she's already thought of a great prank she wants to give her dad >:D Oh, you only brought fruit pulp? Bummer... Okay, well, let's see what you got. Hey, it's actually really good, it's kind of like banana pudding.

Penny:

No no no no no... Please don't bring that to Penny. She knows exactly what durian is. No, she hasn't tasted the fruit, but the description from the book in the library was enough for her not to mess with the fruit. No, please, Penny can't.... Huh? Oh, the Farmer gave her... candied fruit? Durian candied fruit. Oh, she was afraid it was a whole fresh durian, so.... Thank you very much, Farmer. She's sure gonna want to make something for them, too, as a thank you.

Leah:

It wasn't often that Leah could taste the kind of fruit that came from faraway lands. Her preferences were usually forest berries and apples, and Leah didn't suffer at all from not trying some obscure strange fruit. And to be honest, after the durian the Farmer had kindly given her, Leah would rather keep eating forest fruits. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't want to seem ungrateful, and the fruit is quite sweet and tasty. But at least they warned her for the smell, all the flies flew to her house!

Sophia:

Oh, Sophia loves durian mochi, it's one of her favorite sweets! After the comic-con in Zuzu City, she and Scarlet always go to the dessert store, and Sopha always gets a mochi with this fruit. The idea of making mochi with the Farmer from real fresh durian he, in Stardew Valley, really appealed to her. Unpleasant odor? She's kind of heard it, but Sophia thinks it's not that ba- Ah! Ewww! *gagging* Now the pink-haired girl understands why sweet rice cakes made from this fruit are so expensive - few people would want to work with such a stinker in the kitchen! But for mochi she's willing to do anything.

Olivia:

Batter-fried durian, durian mooncakes, durian soup, durian soufflé.... Olivia's taste is quite refined, and her table was often filled with a variety of exotic delicacies and expensive foodstuffs. Durian was no exception. But for all that, she never bought durian in fresh form, as she perfectly understood that the stench from this fruit with a notorious peculiarity in a huge house will stand for a week. So she would not accept unprocessed fruit from the Farmer. No offense, dear. She is touched by their generosity, but better safe than sorry.

Claire

The poor cashier's whole life flew before her eyes when she overheard the conversation of Morris, her boss, in senior management. The topic was about expanding the range of Joja products, and the focus was on vegetables and fruits, and the mention of the word "durian" made her shudder. Luckily, Joja's superiors didn't want to add this fruit to the market... Not yet. Most likely, if Joja agrees to sell this fruit, it will only be in canned form. But Claire doesn't want to push her luck....

✨Townspeople✨

Gunter:

"Well, this will definitely break any runny nose," Gunther thought to himself as the Farmer decided to show him the freshly grown durian. Luckily, the farmer had thought to show the fruit outside instead of in the library lobby where Penny and the kids are always sitting. He definitely had a book about different exotic fruits and berries.... The butter and vanilla flavored pulp that the fruit gives off is quite tasty. But the smell, oh my goodness....

Andy:

What the hell kind of filth did they bring to his farm?! Get it off his property and don't come here until you've thrown it away, burned your clothes and washed themselves with soap! Andy had seen all sorts of unusual fruits and vegetables, but this he would not tolerate. It smells so bad it makes him want to drown himself in the nearest pond. No, he doesn't want to taste the pulp, so don't get upset like a little child. Take that farmer's nightmare back where you find it, Farmer.

Susan:

Oh, my goodness. Durian for Susan? Thank you so much, Farmer, you're such a sweetheart. But, just to be clear, Susan still wanted to know if Farmer was bringing her fresh durian, as the smell could be unbearable, to say the least. Oh, is that durian jam? Thank you, sweetie. Be sure to come to her house tomorrow for durian jam pie, she'll be happy to chat with them and give them some tasty baked goods with exotic fruit!

Marlon:

Considering that one of Marlon's specialties is frog legs or rice with poisonous (though the poison is removed during cooking) mushrooms, he will hardly be surprised by such a strange fruit as durian. The odor is unbearable, that's true, you can even drive monsters out of mines (and suffocate yourself). But the durian roast turned out quite tolerable, it goes very well with meat. Hmm, he doesn't look surprised? Trust him, he's seen stranger things in his life.

Gil:

Gil, for some reason, is beginning to feel like he has a generic curse on him. Almost his entire life as an adventurer he's been a victim of his best one-eyed friend and comrade's cooking, and now their new Guild member has brought some crap that announces to the neighborhood with all its odor that it's inedible. He even woke up from the stench (nothing could wake him up, but the durian did impossible). He didn't want to taste the "divine" fruit either when he learned from the Farmer that it was strictly forbidden to consume it with alcohol. A shame, maybe it would have been a good appetizer for his brandy...

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[and-make-it-double]

Fanart bc it's destiel day!!

They're lost in each other's eyes<3

(ps. gabriel tried to stop sam from trying to cook. He failed)

#castiel #dean winchester #gabriel #sam winchester #destiel #sabriel #spn #supernatural #nov 5th #November 5th

[deancaskiss]

hiiii y’all! it’s bex jasmine and i’m back with a whole new url and theme! <3 it’s time for the kissing era!

😇 angelcaswinchester >>>> 💋 deancaskiss 😘

(ps, i loved the angel url too much to not use it, so now my backup blog is @angelcaswinchester and my main blog is @deancaskiss)

I promised I’d be back when I had some new writing to share with you all.

well, surprise! I don’t just have one, but two new fics to share with y’all today!

below, i’m going to share a snippet of each fic with a link to both of them on ao3. I hope yall like them! one of them is a new installment of the 50 kisses series and the other is a destiel tumblr!au <3

a little distraction (part of the destiel 50 kisses series) -

Cas tried to pay attention to the movie, he really did, but it was late, and the way Dean was trailing his lips across Cas’ neck was far too distracting for even an Angel of the Lord to ignore. “You’re doing that deliberately,” Cas muttered, reaching for the remote and only managing to catch the volume button instead of the power button.

“Doing what?” Dean asked, breath ghosting along the vein in Cas’ neck as he slowly brushed his nose along the underside of Cas’ jawline.

“That,” Cas huffed, even though his hand slipped around Dean’s waist to pull him closer.

“Oh, this?” Dean mumbled, ghosting the shape of his smile along Cas’ chin before settling at the corner of Cas’ mouth. “Don’t tell me the Great Castiel can be distracted with a few simple kisses,” Dean teased, his lips fitting against the side of Cas’ mouth.

“S’alittle more than simple kisses,” Cas muttered, tilting his head and sighing softly when Dean’s lips connected fully with his own. Cas could feel Dean grinning against his lips, and the kiss was barely more than their mouths brushing together as Cas smiled, too.

Dean pulled back a fraction of an inch, bumping their noses together before closing the gap to kiss Cas properly. And God, even after all this time, it still felt just as electrifying and utterly exquisite as their first kiss. “Is this distracting?” Dean mumbled, slipping one leg between Cas’ thighs as he straddled Cas’ lap.

“Mmm,” Cas hummed, slipping a hand under the back of Dean’s shirt, until his fingers could trail along warm skin. The movement caused Dean to shudder, and Cas felt a smile bloom across his own lips as the vibration trembled along his Grace.

Read the rest on ao3!

AND! A BONUS SECOND STORY!

Are @impala67​ and @angelbeekeeper dating? (a destiel tumblr!au) -

Admittedly, Dean should’ve known better than to trust his brother’s judgment. Signing up to join this website was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.

He was far too old for this. Mid-30s, single, with an obsession with vintage cars and cooking in his spare time. Honestly, there wasn’t much going for him when he put it like that. So what did he have to lose by creating this account?

“It’ll be good for you, Dean. You’ll find great recipes there to cook, and I’m sure you’ll find an account or two that has some vintage car stuff, too,” Sam had said, as if it were that easy.

That little bitch.

Sign up for Tumblr, Sam said. You’ll enjoy it, he said.

Yeah right.

Now, as Dean sat with his cursor over the username bar, the box waiting for him to type in his suggestion for a name, he was very much regretting having put his email into this site. Was it too late to turn back now?

Alright. You know what. Screw it. What harm could there be in making the account? It’s not like anyone who knew him would know about it anyway.

Typing in the only username he knew he’d remember, Dean hit enter and watched as the box lit green and a new page opened up.

‘Welcome to Tumblr, @impala67 ’ popped up on the screen.

“Well, that was easy,” Dean muttered to himself, following along with the setup steps and following a few basic blogs that fit his interests. Pictures and videos started to fill his dashboard, and Dean raised an eyebrow as a picture of a classic Mercedes appeared at the top of the screen. Huh. Not a bad looking car. Maybe he could use this site as a way to match-up cars he was currently fixing up to get them looking up-to-par again.

Maybe this site wouldn’t be such a waste after all.

Read the rest on ao3!

#destiel #dailydestieldelights #spn #supernatural #becauseofthebowties #useranny #useralison #userda #usermoogs #archervale #emeraldcas #spxcekya #greatcometcas #feathersforcas #thisisapaige #userjactingjoices #scottstiles #anztag #usertabitha #chapeldean

[mappingthemoon]

Zines Read 2023

Unemployment / Aaron Lake Smith

Behind the Zines #14 / ed. Billy McCall

Zisk #31 / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Zisk #32: Remembering Bob Gibson / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Zisk #33: Bartolo Colon: Hall of Famer? / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Brief Text Descriptions of Everyday Events / Keith Helt

Flotation Device #18 / Keith Helt

Denacola: Menagerie / Dena Zilber

Nothing Spinning #1: Hydrogen / Lindsey Richter

Nothing Spinning #2: Helium / Lindsey Richter

Scenes from the Late Devonian Period / Lindsey Richter

Stoneybrook Looks / Lindsey E. Richter

sixteen years sober and i was thinking about relapsing / enola dismay

A Cookbook Christmas #5 / Peter & Ansley

QRK5 #6 / Ed Tillman

Save the USPS: A small business’s love letter to an essential American institution / Danny Caine

How to Resist Amazon and Why (rev. 2nd ed.) / Danny Caine

The Paruretic #1: The story of a guy who’s pee shy / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #2: College / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #3 Vacation / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #4: The Search for Help / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #5: Dating

I Could’ve Killed Alex Jones / Mark Cunning

Gut Bucket Research #10 / David Tighe

I Want an Army Out of Caves… #12/Unclassifiables #3 / ed. David Tighe

Unclassifiables #13 / ed. David Tighe

The Secret of the Moon’s Rotation #33 / ed. David Tighe

Behind the Zines #15 / ed. Billy McCall

Brides of the Mystery / Lydian Brambila

zines in libraries: collecting, cataloging, community / Zine Librarians Interest Group ; Joshua Barton, Violet Fox, Anissa Malady, Kelly McElroy, Matthew Moyer, Sarah G. Wenzel

Zine Librarians Code of Ethics Zine / Heidy Berthoud, Joshua Barton, Jeremy Brett, Lisa Darms, Violet Fox, Jenna Freedman, Jennifer LaSuprema Hecker, Lillian Karabaic, Rhonda Kauffman, Kelly McElroy, Milo Miller, Honor Moody, Jude Vachon, Madeline Veitch, Celina Williams, Kelly Wooten

Ornery Cuss / K Ratticus

Against the Logic of the Guillotine / crimethInc.

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #1 / ed. simon strikeback

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #2 / ed. simon strikeback

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #3: Language / ed. simon strikeback

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #5: Praxis / ed. simon strikeback

Men I Think Are the Same Man: Men I Have Mistaken For Each Other (and some women) / aggie

Every Thug Is a Lady: Adventures Without Gender / Julia Eff

tear the petals off of you / Julia Eff

People Like Us: David Byrne’s 1986 Cult Film True Stories as a Search for Autistic Connection / Lewis Attilio Franco

Tracing this Body: Transsexuality, pharmaceuticals & capitalism & New Flesh, New Struggles self discovery thru porn & kink / michelle o’brien

Brides of the Mystery / Lydian Brambila & Ariel Ackerly

An Otherworldly Light #1 / R. P. Schneider (ed.), ChatGPT, Stable Diffusion

An Otherworldly Light #2 / R. P. Schneider (ed.), ChatGPT, Stable Diffusion

Welcome to Our Dimension Party (2nd ed.) / Samantha Hensley

Behind the Zines #16: Zines Saved My Life! / ed. Billy McCall

Weirdo du Jour #3: “Line Cook Love” / K Ratticus

Cathode Ray Mission #1: A Horror and Sci-Fi Fanzine / K Ratticus

Cathode Ray Mission #2: A Horror and Sci-Fi Fanzine / K Ratticus

Testimony, v. 1 / ed. Ryan Avery

Postcards from Irving, v. 5 / Tyler

The Desert Sun #51 / Billy

Proof I Exist #42: Five Days in Chicago / Billy McCall

Zisk #34: If Ichiro Journaled Like Henry Rollins / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Selected list of zine distros and other places to find most of these titles:

Antiquated Future

Behind the Zines Distro (Billy McCall)

Bound to Struggle (simon strikeback)

Crapandemic (Julia Eff)

Dena Zilber

Flotation Device (Keith Helt)

Gut Bucket Research (David Tighe)

Honeycraft (Lindsey Richter)

Lydian Brambila

Policymaker (Mike Fournier)

Related Records (Ryan Avery)

SAMSKETCHBOOK (Sam Hensley)

Weirdo du Jour (K Ratticus)

ZineLibraries.info

PS I'm moonmoth on LibraryThing.

#zines #lists

[bakemonogatarii]

Dating the AOT boys

nsfw warning!

- sex, drug (just one), and alcohol use

Headcanons about dating the AOT boys in a modern setting

includes: Connie, Eren, Jean, and Armin

(Ps if you click the songs and actually listen to them I will fall in love with you)

⭐️Connie Springer⭐️

-late night smoking sesh

-car makeouts

-screaming the lyrics to Verbatim while driving down the highway, windows down

-star gazing in a park underneath blankets

-Gaming in between your thighs

-making the dumbest jokes just to see you laugh and roll your eyes

-Buying ring pops and “proposing” every time

-Forehead kisses before leaving

-holding his hand while he gets a new piercing

-Touchy when high

-makes you paint his nails

-likes to do face masks together

-marvel movie marathons

-thrift shopping dates

-skating together while holding pinkies

-riding him late into the night

-thigh hickeys

-Languid licks, glossy chins

-falling asleep mouth open on a titty

Songs: Scortons Creek, Kilby Girl, The Spins, Babydoll

Bands: Mother Mother, Blackbear, Tame Impala, Two Feet, Mac Miller.

🥀Eren Jaeger🥀

-possessive holding

-Camping for weeks on end

-days spent in nothing but your underwear

-naps at 2 pm

-draws on your hand with a pen constantly

-the scent of pine, vanilla and bourbon

-throwing you places just because he can

-always has his hand on your ass or waist

-going to concerts high

-play fighting

-buying a cheep tree hammock just so you two can squish together while camping

-late night beach trips with fuzzy blankets and chairs

-wii sports competitions

-angry sex

-dirty talk

-rough hands and passionate kisses

-loud groans into your ear

-falling asleep on the warmth of his chest while he plays with your hair and hums Ivy

Songs: Sensitive, Superman Is Dead, Starboy, TEST DRIVE.

Bands: The Neighborhood, Arctic Monkeys, Gorillaz , Frank Ocean, Childish Gambino.

☕️Jean Kirstein☕️

-Picnic in the park

-intimate hugs, hand-holding, and cozy sweaters

-driving in the rain, hand on your thigh listening to jazz

-Slow dancing in the dark

-Breakfast in bed

-Sitting together in the morning sun, reading and drinking coffee

-posing naked for him to sketch

-anklets and bracelets with his initials or name

-merciless tickling

-Old record players and goofy dancing

-softly singing That’s Amore at 12am while wine drunk on the patio

-cooking dinner together every night

-fancy dates and nice clothes

- Morning sex

-intimate kisses and thrusts, whispers of praise and I love yous

-messy blowjobs

-body worship

Songs: Trigger of Love, Tonight, You, Dear, Talk Is Cheap

Bands: Paramore, Frank Sinatra, Amy Winehouse, Sam Cooke, The 1975

🦋Armin Arlert🦋

-constant beach dates

-anxious hand holding

-cheek kisses

-spending hours at an amusement park

-reading to each other, snuggled up during a cold night

-2am conversations while stroking his hair

-sweet nicknames

-waking up to watch the sunrise

-hikes!

-afternoon painting sessions listening to Awkward and drinking wine

-spontaneous photoshoots

-watching musicals in bed

-sleepy nose kisses

-putting each other's hair up in silly ways

-baking dates that end in soft kisses on the counter

-sensual sex

-gentle touches

-light hair pulling

-desperate pleas and whines

-after sex ice cream runs, always.

Songs: Bugbear, Animal, Don’t Do Laundry, Hot Rod

Bands: Lana Del Ray, Summer Salt, Wallows, Still Woozy, Cavetown

#aot headcanons #jean kirschtein fluff #eren jaeger #eren jeager headcanons #connie springer headcanons #attack on titan smut #connie springer smut #jean kirschtein smut #eren jaeger fluff #eren jaeger smut #armin arlet fluff #armin arlet smut #armin arlet headcanons #armin arlert #my writing

[doc-pickles]

So I'm pretty much convinced that I can make an AU out of anything because I literally just woke up and sent this to the group chat at like 8 AM??? This started as a Sound of Music AU (as a literal JOKE) and ended somewhere very off course. Then I edited it and it somehow became a 3k word doc. All of this to say.... I have a little rambling session for you and I hope y'all enjoy it! xoxo Nina

PS Everyone say thank you to @cicinicole-14 for this one... Just cause.

So we start off with Alex a single dad with six kids. The oldest is Amber (16) who’s actually his younger sister that came into his care after his parents passes away. She’s almost 18 years younger than him but still his ‘baby’ sister. Then we have Denny (14) and Sam (12) who are Izzie’s sons with Denny obviously. But he died and when Izzie died Alex promised to take care of them. Then we have Eli and Alexis (6), Izzie and Alex’s twins of course. And finally, at the end we have Luna. She’s only a year old and Alex and Izzie’s youngest. Izzie died right after giving birth to her so the wound is still fresh.

So clearly this man needs some HELP with all these kids. He thinks he needs to marry someone new so the kids will have a new mom but Meredith and Cristina, his best friends, try to tell him he’s an idiot and maybe just needs a nanny. So they start plotting to find someone to help Alex but he’s already falling into a deep state of lust with Lucy, their new next-door neighbor.

Alex is going insane because these kids are running around his house like animals. He’s really trying not to lose his cool but he needs to keep them in line quite literally for his own sanity. So he’s yelling and he’s mean and strict and the kids start to resent him, all the while he knows this but is just trying to keep the peace, ya know?

Meanwhile, we have Jo who is working as a waitress, holding down three jobs and still barely making rent. She’s serving one of her regular customers at the diner and complaining about how she can’t keep doing all this for no money. The guy mentions that he thinks he has the perfect thing for her and tells her his wife’s friend needs a nanny for his kids and he’s kind of loaded so he’ll pay well. Jo agrees immediately and literally just quits her job on the spot, thanking Derek for helping her out.

The next day Meredith is at Alex’s trying to get things together so Jo doesn’t walk into a crime scene and the kids are going crazy and Alex is yelling and the front door bursts open and Jo walks in like a dream on a cloud. Amber, who’s been doing most of the heavy lifting with Luna, hands the baby off to her and goes upstairs. Luna, who’s notorious for crying for literally everyone, just curls up on Jo and is sitting there contentedly. The other kids are fascinated too, Denny and Sam are just grateful there’s someone who knows what they’re doing and ask if she can cook. The twins ask if she’s a princess which makes her laugh.

And then there’s Alex who’s standing on the other end of the room glaring at Jo. The kids are all corralled upstairs by Meredith and Jo and Alex are left alone. He tells her straight up that his kids are the most important thing in his life and if she hurts them she’s in deep shit. Jo explains how she’s used to the chaos from the foster homes she grew up in and she’s confident that she can help out and keep the kids contained. Lucy comes in through the back door and is IMMEDIATELY suspicious about Jo, but of course, she puts on a big smile and is super handsy with Alex. Jo is unfazed though and asks if she can go see the kids upstairs to which Alex tells her there’s a room at the end of the hall across from his that she can have if she wants it. Jo goes up and Lucy is kind of berating Alex asking how he could invite this random woman into his house to deal with the kids when she’s right there and willing to help. So Alex asks her to name all his kids and she fails utterly and he just walks away.

So now Jo’s in the house, the kids are less crazy, Alex is actually able to breathe, and Lucy is PISSED. Jo tries to ignore the blonde whenever she’s around but her constant presence and nagging tone make her hard to tune out. It’s a work in progress to get the kids to trust her fully but Jo is working on it. She’s got Denny and Sam hooked with her homemade meals and Eli and Alexis think she’s Mary Poppins now because of how well she maintains the house. And Luna is usually in the baby carrier strapped to Jo’s chest giggling away. Amber though… Amber is 16 and wants to be her own person. She’s flirting with Lucy’s teenage brother Jack who comes to visit all the time. He’s a few years older and Jo tries to warn Amber about the dangers of older men but she brushes her off.

But back to the story… Jo is very much perfect nanny material and she runs things a certain way. She thinks the kids need lots of fresh air, to be put into activities, and to feel like they’re heard. So Denny and Sam join a basketball team, Eli is in the science club and Alexis is in field hockey (her choice obviously) and Jo even takes Luna to a playgroup once a week. Amber is reluctant to let Jo in but she finally does and she vents to her because she’s worried Jack doesn’t really like her, etc. Jo helps her through it and they now have a great bond.

Now here’s where things start to get interesting. Lucy and Alex are both medical professionals, top of their fields. They’re both running clinical trials and pretty much competing to make this huge medical device breakthrough. Alex, while he’s been distracted by his kids, is still a freaking genius and is blowing through this and is so close to a breakthrough. Lucy wants it though, she wants it so freaking bad and so she’s decided to seduce Alex for it. (That’s the whole reason she moved next door, but she would never admit that) And if that doesn’t work? Well, Jack is around and can do some snooping and steal some files if Amber lets him close enough.

Alex’s company is hosting a gala and he wants the kids to pop in but not stay the whole night. Jo agrees and thinks it’ll be great for the kids. Alex reminds her that since she’s going she’ll need to dress the part as well and gives her his card to get herself and the kids dressed and ready.

So the gala comes and Lucy is Alex’s date. She of course looks beautiful but she’s got no personality or truly any redeeming qualities, something Alex is quickly realizing. Alex is socializing when he spots Amber and Denny and Sam and waves them over asking where the rest of the kids are. They say Jo is bringing them in now and Alex’s breath catches in his throat. Jo is wearing a beautiful dark green dress, nowhere near as extravagant as anyone else at the gala but she blows all of them out of the water. Alex quickly schools his expression but not before Lucy notices.

Alex introduces the kids to some of his coworkers before they slink off to a deserted corner and are playing around. Amber and Sam are trying to dance and failing miserably at it, both of them in stitches. Jo tries to teach Sam but realizes she’s not quite as graceful as she thought. Alex comes over and grabs Jo’s hand, leading her through a slow waltz that Izzie had taught him and they have ✨a moment✨ together before Lucy comes and pulls him away. Jo quickly takes the kids home and spends the night sulking in bed. She’s scared to acknowledge her feelings for Alex that are bubbling beneath the surface because she doesn’t want to unintentionally hurt the kids in the process but they’re becoming harder and harder to deny.

The next morning Jo wakes up early to start breakfast and who should walk downstairs but Lucy? They start talking and Jo is gushing about the kids and Lucy mentions how Alex said that once they get married they probably won’t need Jo around anymore. Jo is obviously hurt so she finishes up breakfast, grabs her stuff, and leaves. Unbeknownst to Lucy and Jo though, Amber heard their whole conversation.

So Alex and the kids all file downstairs eventually and he asks where Jo is and Lucy says she just left and took her stuff with her. Alex is floored because he thought things were going well with Jo. Meanwhile, Amber is silently stewing in the corner and she’s just not saying anything because she wants to punch Lucy. Eventually, Lucy thanks Alex for letting her crash on the couch and she leaves. As soon as Lucy is gone Amber tells Alex exactly what happened with Jo. He asks if she knows where Jo would go and Amber says she thinks she has an idea.

Cut to Jo who’s sulking on Link’s couch. She’s upset and sad because she loves Alex’s kids and likes Alex too and she hates that he would say that. There’s a knock at the door and Link opens it to reveal Alex and all six kids still in their pajamas begging Jo to come back. Alex explains that Lucy lied and that he’s going to end things with her if it means they’ll lose Jo because he burns the scrambled eggs and gives everyone the wrong colored cups at dinner and mixes up Sam and Denny’s basketball schedule with Alexis’s field hockey schedules. But most importantly the kids love her and he won’t do that to them when they’ve lost so many people already. So Jo goes back with them and things are okay, the day goes smoothly and things between Alex and Jo aren’t tense or awkward like he might have thought. Everyone goes to sleep and Alex is left to fix the mess that he’d been roped into.

Alex goes next door to confront Lucy. She denies the whole thing and when Alex mentions that Amber overheard the interaction she claims that she’s lying about it because she doesn’t want her to be with Alex. Alex tells Lucy that she can mess with him but using Jo and his children to try and manipulate her way into his life wasn’t going to work, thus breaking things off with her. When he comes back to the house Jo is downstairs feeding Luna. She mentions that the windows were open and she could hear his defense of her to Lucy which she thanks him for.

A few weeks later they all go to Denny and Sam’s basketball game and they come back and the front window is smashed. Jo freaks out and Alex goes to investigate. Nothing is missing or stolen but his office is a mess. He left his work laptop at the corporate office that afternoon and it doesn’t seem like whoever was there found what they were looking for. Alex brings everyone back inside and assures them everything is okay but they’re all still shaken up. The kids all go to bed but they end up all sleeping in Jo’s room because they’re scared to be alone. That’s where Alex finds them the next morning, Amber is asleep in the rocking chair in the corner with Alexis on her lap, Denny and Sam are at the end of the bed, and Eli and Luna and curled up next to Jo. He realizes then that Jo has become a part of their family and that he has BIG feelings for her.

Alex reports the break-in to the cops the next day but they can’t find anything. Later that night Alex is in his office working on his big medical thing. Jo comes in to check on him and asks him if he’s okay and if he needs anything. He confesses to Jo that he’s worried whoever broke in was after his work. He hasn’t finished it but he’s close and he knows that makes him a big target. Alex explains that he wants to finish his project because if he does that and publishes his work he won’t be a target anymore, he’s just stuck on the last component of his breakthrough. Jo leans over his shoulder as he’s explaining everything he’s doing and she just accidentally solves it for him and he’s kinda freaking out because he’s been working on this for three years and Jo figured it out in two minutes? So she shyly confesses that before she dropped out of college she was pre-med at the top of her class. Alex is in awe of Jo’s brilliance and still can’t believe that she solved this and he’s just gushing and they kiss and they do indeed fuck on the desk. Lucy sees Alex close the blinds to his office from next door and she’s PISSED.

Anyways Link sees an article about Lucy and her up-and-coming medical invention and realizes it’s basically the same thing Alex is doing. (Jo tells him everything and was gushing about helping Alex and he happened to put two and two together) So he goes over and sits down with Alex and Jo and lays everything out asking if they knew about that and knew Lucy was Alex’s competitor. Clearly, they didn’t and now they know almost absolutely that Lucy is trying to steal it from them and figure out that she was probably the one that broke in as well.

So now Alex and Jo are stuck wondering what to do because Lucy lives next door and clearly doesn’t have any issues with breaking and entering. They decided that Alex needs to publish his findings so Lucy has no claim to them but he’s not keen because he’s not 100% sure he’s done everything right. Jo says screw it just do it so Alex decides he’ll take it to his bosses the next morning.

But who shows up on their doorstep? Lucy. And she’s demanding he give her all of the work that SHE did that he stole from her. And if he doesn’t she’ll have the police there at 10 AM the next morning to take it from him and to arrest him for assaulting her when he ended things with her which he clearly didn’t do.

Jo and Alex know they have literally one option: Take the kids and run.

So they do, Link helps them sneak out in the middle of the night and they sneak off to Alex’s boss, Richard Webber. Alex shows him everything he did and says he needs him to publish it while Alex and Jo and the kids go into hiding. Webber agrees and the family goes to hide at Alex’s family cabin until Link can clear Alex’s name and the research gets published.

The kids are obviously freaked out but Jo and Alex do their best to reassure them that everything is okay. They get settled in their rooms for the night and Jo and Alex collapse onto the couch, utterly exhausted from their day. Alex loops his arm around Jo and tells her that he wouldn’t want to do all of this with anyone else. She’s kept him sane and helped him come up with a plan without freaking out. Jo laughs and asks what he would do without her and Alex tells her in the softest most sincere voice that he truly doesn’t know. And they end the night in bed together just holding each other and being thankful for one another.

The next few months aren’t that easy. There are eight people, three bedrooms, and one bathroom and no one is happy about being crammed into such a small place. But they make it work, Jo packs them a picnic lunch and they go down to eat it on the dock by the lake every afternoon. At night they build campfires and watch the same seven movies on the old VCR set. Jo and Alex are slowly growing closer and the kids have noticed, much to their delight. The older ones will often corral the little ones out for a walk or a bike ride to give the adults some much-needed alone time. Their family just works so well together and they couldn’t be happier.

Finally, two months later a silver Toyota rolls up the driveway, and Link exits with a wide smile. He’s sorted everything out and the family is able to return home. Webber published Alex’s research which is already making waves in the medical community and Lucy is out of a job after she and Jack were both arrested for trying to break into the house again while they were gone. The kids are overjoyed to be going back home and while they’ve loved the peace and quiet of the mountains Alex and Jo can’t help but agree that they too miss home. They make the long trek back home and the kids are out of the SUV before Alex turns the engine off.

Alex is content, more so than he’s been in a long time. He’s halfway through the door when he turns to grab Jo’s hand, only to find her standing on the porch with a smile on her face. He joins her again and she states that she really is happy to be home because that’s what she considers his house now. Alex asks her to wait for a moment and runs upstairs, retrieving the diamond ring he’d bought before they left. He comes back downstairs and immediately gets down on one knee in front of Jo, asking her to officially join their family because they would all be lost without her. She of course agrees but tells Alex she has something to tell him too. She pulls out three pregnancy tests from her purse, all positive, and informs Alex that she won’t be the only new member of their family. The kids who are watching from the doorway all scream in delight, pulling Jo and Alex into a big hug.

#jolex #jo x alex #jo wilson #jo karev #alex karev #nina writes #nina rambles #jolex fanfic #AU by nina

[herstarburststories]

Whiskey Titties

Day 16: Nipple Play

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean loves your boobs and whiskey.

A/N: Inspired by @deanmonandnegansbitch 's drabble, check it out! I know I'm late and sorry! Today's one will be posted too hopefully in the right time but no promises because I plan on going to my aunt's today. Also, have I mentioned how much I love that Dean's canonically passionate about women's boobs? No? Okay!

Ps: Certain names that will show up were also Yas' and a lovely anon idea! (no spoilers!)

Warnings: dirty talk, humping, nipple play

Dean Winchester was a boob man.

You knew that before he even touched you. The not subtle glances that he threw at your cleavage in that bar back then made you roll your eyes and Sam give him an empty stare. But Dean was cute, hot, and funny. You let that first impression slide by the end of his hunt, giving in to his dumbfounded charm. And man, he wouldn't stop watching your boobs pounding while he fucked you that night.

It hadn't stopped. Dean would groan and place his head on your breast when he was frustrated, lay on top of you and rest on your boobs after fucking, or even just smirk at himself watching you walk around in summer clothes.

Undoubtedly, that translated into sex. He had left your chest full of hickeys, kisses, and bites. Dean relished into sucking your nipple, cupping your breast, or just kneading them.

That man really loved women's boobs. Especially yours.

They were just too good. So pretty and perfectly fitting in his large hands — like they were made for Dean to take care of. It might not compare to eating pussy, but fuck he could adore more than one thing about his woman's body, thank you.

So, you couldn't blame him for being distracted by your tities again. Come on, you had mixed boobs and booze, his two favorite B's. What did you expect?

“Fuck.” You groaned, impatient with the drop of scotch that dropped on your cleavage accidentally. Grabbing a napkin, you tried to clean it up, knowing that was helpless. It was a good old drink, you would be smelling like alcohol for the rest of the night. You sighed, throwing the stained napkin on kitchen's counter, where you were sitting. Your eyes went to him, a single eyebrow arched when you noticed his obvious lack of attention. “Dean?”

All he could emit was a hum, “Mhm.” 

Tilting your head to the side, mouth contorted into with a wondering expression, you moved on the counter — which made your boobs shake a little. Dean licked his lips, watching as carefully as he'd watch one of his private movies.

You followed Dean's eyes only to find your own breast under his adoration glare. A huff came out of your lips as you slapped his arm, waking him up. “Hey!”

You held an indignant glance. “Seriously?”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing at your cleavage. Dean smirked, already a goner. How could a pair of titties look so good, all wrapped up with your red tank top like a christmas present? The fact that the tank was a bit too tight and squeezed them together, making them come out even more, was a big bonus.

“Can you stop looking at my boobs for two seconds?” She chortled in dismay, unable to discern whether he was  listening to you or not. Men and boobs. “Do you even remember what I was talking about?”

The male used all his inner strength to look up and focus on your words. Dean frowned, not even a slight glimpse of what you had been saying in his mind. Nonetheless, he attempted a shoot: “Something to do with Sam's date?”

You shook your head. “You are unbelievable.”

“It's not my fault my girlfriend's smoking hot.” He said, a devilish grin on his lips as Dean scooted closer to you, forgetting about the dishes he was cleaning. The hunter placed his hands on your lips as he got himself between your legs. “And got such nice boobs.”

“Dean…” It should come out a warning, it should come out as a refrain. You two were adults, Dean himself in his forties— you shouldn't just mess in the middle of the kitchen like two horny twenties. Yet, the crack in your voice made it sound vulnerable, like you were pleading for him.

You were.

Dean bent down, swiftly putting his face between your breasts. This was heaven. He couldn't help a moan, the sound slightly muffled by your boobs.

Your eyes shut instantly. The Winchester's tongue was already doing the dirty work, licking and caressing every bare spot the red fabric left for him to play with. He spotted a trace of whiskey mixed with your sweaty and apple soap.

He lifted his head, licking his lips as he glanced at you. If he looked down, he'd catch your boobs. If he looked at your face, he was seeing your features turned into an exciting expression; lips slightly open, eyes closed, and heavy breathing. All because of him. More than an ego boost, that made Dean feel proud of himself. To make you feel good was always his priority, as deeply as a religious obsession. “What if we add a little flavor here, sweetheart?”

“Like whipped cream?” You opened your eyes, frowning at the lack of friction.

Dean grabbed the half empty bottle that laid next to you, a malicious smile on his lips as he shook the bottle. “Like Whiskey.”

“You sure Sam isn't coming back tonight?” You bit your bottom lip, considering.

“He's busy with Eileen, training his sign language.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows, gaining a smack on his shoulder. “What? It's been awhile since he got some.”

You decided not to answer him, rather taking off your shirt and throwing it away. Astute hand grabbing the bottle from his hold and to open it, whiskey soon drizzling on your breasts.

A perverse grin appeared on your face. “Shut up and suck my boobs, Winchester.”

Dean might had been to heaven a couple times, but this was paradise. You, in the middle of the bunker's kitchen, legs spreading and whiskey titties.

“You know I love when you take control like that, honey.” He provoked before he burrowed his face between your boobs again.

All response you could give was a groan as Dean's skilled mouth started to work on you: he pecked the valley between your breasts, a gentle buss undercurve the right one — his personal favorite, the beloved righty. Your ass got the nicknames AC, the right one, and DC, the left one, so he didn't have the best naming for your boobs. — His lips went up, crashing against your chest as he gave it an open-mouthed kiss.

A shameful moan left your lips. Your head was falling back, legs wrapped around Dean's waist used to pull him closer. The green eyed man got your hint for more touching, licking around your areola (god, your skin felt even softer with alcohol), then swipping his tongue over your nipple until he made it as hard and got it between his teeth. Dean didn't bite it, only adding pressure to the arousal. Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to cup your bosom, kneading it with his fingers.

The hunter savored your breast a bit longer, caressing the left and finally sucking your nipple. This, this was everything he wanted to taste in his mouth besides your pussy. The strong taste of Whiskey, laced with your salty derm, while he also got his head between a pair of boobs.

His cock was already full awaken, protesting in his jeans. Yet, he didn't want to stop now. Dean simply slid his free hand in his pants, grabbing his cock.

You weren't that far either, the obvious slick between your legs reported your desire. You pushed yourself to the edge of the counter, and pulled Dean closer — such movement causing the clothed boner and your soaked panties to collide.

A howl left both lover's lips. Yours legs trying to bring Dean near — as if that was possible.

Your hand on his head, fingers between his fingers as you pressed him deeper into your breast. “Come on, Dean. Suck my boobs. Don't you love them, baby? Show me how much. Leave hickeys on them. Make me come just like this, and maybe I'll even let you fuck them later. Don't you want that?”

An animal noise echoed from the back of Dean's throat, the smell of whiskey invading his nostrils. He wrapped the most he could of your boob in his mouth, sucking it ferociously. His hand caressing, squeezing the other one. You moaned helplessly, moving your hips towards his while his mouth praised you.

You are trapped in pleasure. Dean was lost in wonderland. This was one hell of experience, he could spend all day just playing with your boobs, kissing them like he kissed your mouth, making you come like he was eating you out. All the things he could do to you just like this were going through his lustful mind.

It didn't take longer for him to hear the most beautiful music coming reverberating from your trembling body, announcing an orgasm. His cock was still hard, ruining his underwear with pre cum and hurting against his jeans. He wanted to fuck you right on the kitchen counter, make you a cooking mess more than you already was. But the picture of your pussy, all soaked by wetness and cum came to his mind.

He pulled away, licking his lips. Dean needed to eat you out. He had his drink, it was just natural that he went to the main meal; your cunt.

Next time, he was going to get his cock in the middle of your pretty boobs, and fuck them good. Right now, Dean had to use his mouth to make you come again and ultimately get his needy cock inside your tight walls.

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[adhdeancas]

For @theangelwiththewormstache, I kind of went all out and searched through your blog to see what you like and headcanon, sent a few sneaky asks to find out more, and wrote in all the things I wanted for everyone’s happy ending. it got... unbelievably long.

Merry Christmas and enjoy :) 

Love, Cas over at @let-me-live-in-peace and @samwinchestersleftshoe

PS: thanks to @destielsecretsanta2020 for organizing this!

Click.

Dean sighed and nodded, pulling the phone away from his ear so he could stare at it expectantly. Right about…

It rang. 

“Cas,” Dean said languidly, like an asshole who didn’t know why his boyfriend was calling him back.

“Sorry. I forgot again.” 

“I know.” Dean couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice if he tried. And he tried.

“I love you.” 

“I know.” 

“Dean.” A hint of well-earned annoyance. 

“I love you too, Cas.” 

“Bye.” And another click. Dean grinned and pocketed his phone. The dumbass was still too impatient to wait for an answering goodbye. Guess they’d never be the couple to argue about who should hang up first. Then again, Dean kinda liked it this way. It was just a few more seconds of teasing and a special call to say I love you, that was kind of nice, right? Jesus he was a sap.

“Earth to Dean? Wanna stop daydreaming about your boyfriend for a sec and get back on task?” Claire was standing there waving a hand in his face, bitchface firmly planted. Dean gave her one back.

“Don’t be homophobic.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gay.” 

“Yeah.” Dean kept walking, looking around at the rows on rows of Christmas trees. He stole a glance back at her. “Where is Kaia anyway?”                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Claire blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. She would never tell him, but Kaia had hung back to give her some alone time with Dean. “She wanted to hang out with Jack. Guess she didn’t want to stare at your ugly mug all day.” A grin then, as Dean laughed at her joke.

“Fine, fine, guess you’re stuck with me.” 

They roamed around a bit, both insisting on cutting down their tree themselves, Claire winning the fight to get to carry the ax. (Yes, Sam had suggested they bring a chainsaw. They had both refused because they needed to “earn the Christmas tree.”)

“Cas wanted a fraser fir.” Dean remembered, pointing to the section marked for them. 

He felt, rather than saw, Claire roll her eyes, which, that’s exactly what Dean had done when Cas first told him. “Dork. Do you always do what your boyfriend tells you?” 

Dean shrugged. “Pretty much. You?”

“Yeah.” They shared a soft smile before going back to their regular shit-talking. It was just The Dynamic. They searched a little bit more before they found one, the perfect tree that was big enough to make them both giggle over what Sam’s reaction would be when they brought it home.

It… takes longer to cut down a tree than you would think. Than either of them thought. Especially when you bring an ax and especially when you choose an obnoxiously large tree. They took a break about halfway through, sitting down in the snow and passing the thermos of hot chocolate Jack made them take back and forth (Claire spiked it with Bailey’s, which Dean chose not to comment on but was grateful for).

“Hey Claire… is it weird? Seeing me and Cas,” 

Claire looked at him warily, seeming to consider what possible ulterior motives he had. Then, figuring she was the one with the ax, she answered. “A little. But I never saw my dad this old. Or this gay.” She gave him a grin and Dean flipped her off, taking the ax out of her hands to get back to the tree. “It’s good.”

Dean paused. “What is?” 

“You and him. You’re good for each other, you can tell. Don’t overthink it.”

Dean’s lips curled up. “Sounds like something Cas would say.” 

“Yeah, well, sometimes the dork is right. Don’t be an idiot.” She shook her head at him. “Jody had to remind me all the time at first.” 

“What?”

“That I… y’know. Deserve it. Her. To be happy.” She put the last bit in quotes, saying it sarcastically, but Dean could see the truth of it in her eyes.

“Yeah, well, Jody’s smart like that.” He took another swing at the ax and tried to believe it for himself. It got easier every day.

------

Cas was left at home with Kaia and Jack while Dean and Claire got the tree and Sam and Eileen got food supplies. (Dean had protested, but Sam had -correctly- said that if given free rein, he wouldn’t get any vegetarian options and would get 10x more junk than they needed.) Jody, Donna, Alex, Bobby, Charlie, and the rest wouldn’t be here until the next afternoon. Christmas afternoon.

“So what should we do first?” He was a little bit nervous, being once again put in charge of the kids. 

“Paper snowflakes?” Jack suggested, his excitement all too obvious from the smile on his face. Kaia glanced at him, amused by his obvious enthusiasm. Claire had braided his hair before she left while Kaia painted his nails (black, because they don’t own any other color of nail polish). It was clear they were pretty bonded.

“Sounds good to me.”

Kaia had to teach both of them how to make paper snowflakes. Cas tried to make perfectly symmetrical snowflakes; Jack kept cutting his in half on accident which made a bunch of smaller snowflakes. Hey, it worked.

“So… what’s the deal with you and Dean?”

“Deal?” Cas flushed a little. Everytime someone asked it thrilled him all over again. He was dating Dean. Dean. Was his. Had told him so, straight to his face. And he got to kiss Dean whenever, and sleep with him, and make him make noises only he got to hear, and listen to all his worries and weird fears and recaps on the latest episodes of Dr. Sexy.

“Cas?” Jack was knocking on the table lightly. Kaia had two raised eyebrows and a little smile. 

“That good, huh?” She could relate. Everytime she thought about Claire she felt all warm inside, and going home to her at the end of the day was like a dream, especially after being apart for so long. 

Cas looked down, called out. “That good.” he agreed.

“How disgusting are they, Jack, on a scale of cute to rip your own face off cute?” Kaia leaned over the table now, shit-eating grin plastered firmly on her face. Jack looked delighted to be in on the joke, which made Cas happy in spite of himself. Jack really needed this time with kids his own age. (Well, kind of. He was technically three.)

“Well, they do cook together…” 

“Do they do that thing where one of them comes up from behind and puts their head on the other’s shoulder?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Dean or Cas?”

“Cas watches. He can’t cook.”

“Hey!” It was true. Cas was just arguing for the principle of it.

“But the movie nights are the cutest. One of them always falls asleep on top of the other one.”

“Probably at like 10 o’clock. You guys are so old.” Kaia teased, shifting her attention back to Cas. 

Cas shook his head and pointed his finger at the two of them. “I never should have had children.” Kaia stuck her tongue out and Jack followed suit. Proving his point. Kids.

---------

“Hey, you dorks just gonna let us do all the work, huh?” Dean shouted from the garage.

“Yeah motherfuckers, get in here!” 

Cas let out a half-hearted “Language!” before following Kaia and Jack through the halls. Claire pulled Jack into a side hug first before tugging Kaia in for a kiss. Dean would’ve followed suit, except Claire had actually left him to carry the whole fucking tree himself, which Dean, like an idiot, had actually attempted. Cas hurried over to help him, which earned him a glare lined with gratefulness. 

“Oh yeah, have a happy little reunion over there, don’t mind me or this giant tree!” Dean griped at the kids. “Let the old men handle it!”

“Hey, you said it first.” Claire raised an eyebrow at Dean and pulled Kaia and Jack off into the bunker, probably to go find Miracle. Dean sighed heavily, muttering under his breath.

“You brought that on yourself.” Cas informed him, grunting under the effort of holding up half the tree. 

“Thank you, babe. Very helpful.” Dean rolled his eyes. Cas pretended he didn’t feel a jolt of happiness at the most sarcastic ‘babe’ he’d ever heard.

-----

They managed to haul the giant-ass tree into the library and set it up, barely. It did almost crush Cas, but Dean tugged it upright at the last moment, prompting a joke about Cas dying again. (“Hey, you’re not allowed to make those anymore, you’re human now, dick.”) And a kiss that all the kids whooped and hollered at.

Then Cas showed Dean and Claire around the decorations they’d made while they were out. The greatest hits included paper snowflakes, ornaments, and a Christmas tree on the wall made out of old license plates. Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder to congratulate him on his crafts while Kaia held Claire’s hand and pretended not to be affected by the praise sent her way. 

By the time Sam and Eileen got back, they’d decorated the tree, all the chairs in the bunker, and the stair-rail with lights and tinsel. Sam let out a whistle when he came back in, which brought Miracle, Jack, and Cas to greet them. (Claire and Kaia were busy telling Dean all about their local gay bar. Which, considering they lived in South Dakota, was quite the story.) 

Dean’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw his brother and Eileen come in the kitchen with their bags. “Okay Dean, before you ask, we went with apple, pecan, pumpkin, and cherry.” Sam looked at Dean warily, who stared back at him over the girls’ heads with narrowed eyes, deciding whether or not to fight. The amount of pie ingredients he’d put on the list had been truly outrageous.

“Would like to remind you that the kids are making cookies and cheesecake too.” Eileen reminded him. Dean continued to look around suspiciously until Cas sat down on his lap.

That’s great, Eileen. Cas signed to her. He will be fine.

Eileen rolled her eyes. Whiner. Sam let out a snort and Cas grinned at her. Dean glared. 

“What’re you saying?” 

“Learn to sign better and you’d know.” Sam smirked.

“I’m working on it!” Dean protested and wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, tugging him in possessively. He was going to try to sign something else but settled for a middle finger pointed straight at his brother. Hey, it was sign language.

Cas leaned back and kissed him on the cheek for his efforts. His memory landed on one particularly frustrating night for Dean when they’d been practicing his ASL (Cas knew every language of course) and Dean just couldn’t remember the most basic of things. Lamp, field, tree. The more frustrated he got, the more words started to leave him. He’d started swearing under his breath and stomped out to the porch to cool off, followed by Cas a few minutes later. Cas still remembered the drained look in his eyes as he looked at Cas. 

“I feel like such a fucking dumbass, Cas. I know it’s not that hard, it shouldn’t be that hard, Sam makes it seem so easy…”

“Dean, you are learning. It’s okay if it takes you a little time. Sam has experience with ASL, doesn’t he?”

Dean had sighed and conceded this. “Yeah, he took some in college I think. I just… I never took any language, you know? Didn’t seem as important as woodshop or sex ed.” He grinned half-heartedly at his own joke.

Cas smiled back and pointed at him, signing o and k. You’re okay.

He repeated the signs, nodding. I’m okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

-----

After the pies were made and chicken noodle soup in the crock pot, Cas and Dean relinquished the kitchen to the kids and retired to the Dean cave. Sam and Eileen were cooped up in their room until they were allowed back into the living quarters by the kids. They didn’t want their creations critiqued or tasted before they were ready.

Cas waited patiently while Dean typed away on his phone, eyes narrowed to see the text. He refused to get reading glasses or enlarge the print on his phone, even though he sorely needed it. Cas kept his complaining about it to a minimum though because he liked the wrinkles around Dean’s eyes when he squinted. It reminded him that he got to grow old with Dean.

Dean looked up finally to see the fond look on his lover’s face and blushed, guilty. “Sorry, just checking with Kara.”

Cas nodded understandingly. As always. “The bar will survive without us for a few days.”

“I know.” Dean looked down, a little pleased he could admit it. “I just miss it.” Wow, to have a life he could miss, and to miss it from a peaceful holiday vacation surrounded by his family. It was… surreal. 

“What do you want to watch?” 

Dean sank back into the cushions, thinking. “Die Hard?” 

Cas smiled at him. “Is that what you want to watch?” 

Dean rolled his eyes and flipped around so he could lay his head in Cas’s lap. “No.” He admitted it grudgingly. Cas could read him like a book. It was inconvenient sometimes and other times, like now, it was nice. “Just seems like the thing to watch. Y’know, Christmas Eve.” 

Cas shrugged. He put a hand in Dean’s hair, just like he liked it. Dean closed his eyes almost at his touch; he’d gotten much more comfortable letting his guard down like that lately. It had taken a while though, months of Dean staying rigid in his arms before he could relax quicker. “There are other things to watch.”

Dean reached a hand up and cupped Cas’s jaw with his hand. “Whaddyou wanna watch, sweetheart?” 

Cas couldn’t help but turn his head to kiss Dean’s hand. Dean only called him sweetheart when he was feeling particularly tender, usually a few whiskeys in. This time he happened to be both. Cas loved it. “What about a double feature?”

“Hm,” Dean scrubbed his hand along Cas’s stubble and thought. Cas’s stubble was one his favorite physical things about him; sometimes Cas accused him of petting him like a cat. “What ones?” 

“First… It’s a Wonderful Life.” 

Dean cracked a grin and opened his eyes. “Clarence?” 

Cas blushed. “I miss her sometimes.” 

“Should I be worried?” 

Cas tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “Considering she’s a demon? Probably.” Meg was banished to hell with the rest of the demons that had gotten out of the Empty, but given their old friendship with the Queen of Hell, that didn’t mean much for them.

“Psh, demon-shmemon. Been there, done that.” Dean pulled Cas down into a kiss, making him bend over into an awkward position that made Cas giggle. “Being a human is much sexier.” 

“I agree.” 

Dean waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively. “Wanna make it a triple feature? Little hanky panky for intermission?” Cas rolled his eyes, which Dean interpreted as a solid yes. “What is our second movie, anyway?” 

“Huh.” Cas booped Dean on the nose. “Love Actually.”

A slow, dopey smile spread over Dean’s face. “Okay.” He paused, thinking about it. He’d pushed Cas into watching it years ago, when they were still just friends, by ‘accidentally’ adding it to his Netflix Queue and then letting Cas loose for movie night. He’d watched Cas for his reactions the whole time (and only gotten distracted by looking At Cas a few times). It had been a couple months ago when he told Cas about that. “Second favorite thing about being queer is being able to watch sappy shit like that.” 

Cas rolled his eyes. “You were able to before, Dean.”

Dean ignored him. “Ask me what my favorite thing is,” 

“What’s your favorite thing?”

“This.” He burrowed into Cas’s lap. A sap and a flirt.

“I thought you were gonna say Taylor Swift.” A dry witted old queen.

Dean snorted into his stomach. “That’s my third favorite.”

----

“Alright, gang, what do we say? Same place tomorrow morning, let’s say… 5?” He spun around to look at everyone, a wide smile on his face. Everyone seemed less enthused than him, although Sam seemed to think his situation was amusing.

“Dude, I’m not twelve, I’m not waking up at 5 am to open a few presents.” 

“Like hell you aren’t!” Dean was smiling but it was less of a happy smile and more of a disbelieving one. Cas squeezed his arm then, stopped him from continuing his argument. Dean glanced at him and he just stared and gave him another squeeze. 

Dean knew what that look meant. It meant ‘Dean, you’re overreacting again, calm down and think about it’ and also ‘stop being such an asshole’ and probably also ‘wow you’re eyes are really pretty’ knowing Cas.

He took a deep breath and pecked Cas on the lips. “Alright, princess, what time are you willing to drag your lazy ass out of bed?”

Claire smirked and sent a look at Kaia before leveling back at Dean. “Eleven.”

“Eight.”

“Ten. Final offer.”

Dean considered a moment then extended a hand. And shook. “You have yourself a deal.”

----

After they went to bed, they talked about it. These days, they always talked about it. It was one of the things Cas had brought home from his shrink appointments, and, as much as Dean hated to admit it, it worked. Helped.

Cas changed into pajamas and stretched, sending a look back at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and started before Cas could prod him to. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Cas raised an eyebrow at him. “You hate the morning.” 

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head, then pulled down his pants, because you should never have a conversation with your boyfriend with pants when you could have one without pants. These things he was learning. “Yeah, I do, it’s just… it’s Christmas.”

“Yes, it is. Isn’t it supposed to be a day of relaxation and fun?”

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be exciting! Kids jumping on their parents bed at the asscrack of dawn to go to the tree, that kinda shit!” He shrugged, getting stupid worked up over it, he knew. He knew. Cas pulled him in by the hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Come on, tell me how I’m being an asshole.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “What part of ‘you do everything for love’ do you not understand?” 

“How is me freaking out over Christmas morning ‘for love’?”

Cas didn’t flinch away from the self-deprecation. “You want them to have the Christmas you never got.”

Dean sank his head onto Cas’s shoulder, thinking about it. He was right, of course he was, he’s always right. Cas can read him like a book, even when Dean himself didn’t know what he was doing. “I guess so, yeah.”

“That’s admirable. But the Christmas they deserve, same as you did, is the one they want. Which might not be the one you wanted.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” he sighed heavily. More than he wanted his kids to have a motherfucking Christmas-card Christmas, he just didn’t want to be the ruin of it. Didn’t want to be John. “Sorry you have to shrink my head all the time.” Dean muttered softly. Cas pulled him away and kissed him, slow and soft. 

“You pay me back tenfold.”

“You’ve got a shrink.”

“I meant with sex.” Cas met his eyes, face stoic as always. He would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for the glint in his eyes. It gave him away.

Dean threw back his head and laughed.

“Motherfucker.”

“I don’t have a mother.” 

Dean shook his head, grin splitting open his face. Cas himself was trying to hold it together; he kept having to push down the corners of his mouth so he wouldn't break. Dean crowded closer, determined to ruin that composure. He walked his face right into Cas’s, only reaching for his lips once they were already bumping together. Then he fell into it, pulled Cas toward him to get more, settled into the easy mesh of their bodies until Cas ended up knocking his knee against the bedframe with a loud thump.

They dissolved into a pile of breathy giggles, too giddy and soft to work up the energy to get frisky. Dean just shrugged off his shirt and pulled Cas closer to him. “You know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Dean told him seriously. He didn’t know where it came from; it was way too mushy to even possibly be from his mind. Maybe it was something about the holiday, and the family, and the safety that all of it brought. 

“And so are you.” Cas replied simply, eyes glinting. 

“Even though I’m an asshole sometimes?” He had to ruin it. Had to put in that little bit of doubt, of insecurity. But it wouldn’t be truthful if he just swallowed it, so he let it be said.

Cas kissed his nose, which made Dean feel like a child but also like something so special and precious he didn’t complain. “Even though you’re an asshole sometimes.”

Dean snorted out a laugh and chased Cas’s lips, nipping at him in offense. He sank onto the pillow and stared at Cas where he sat up. Cas just looked down at him, adopting that alien-like quality he could still summon. “Marry me.” 

“What?”

Dean smiled fondly at him, for once not at all concerned. “I dunno, dunnit ‘boyfriends’ sound way too young to you? I mean you’re practically 5 million years old, you can’t have a boyfriend.”

Cas pursed his lips, seemingly deciding between protesting his age or agreeing to his proposal. He laid next to Dean during his decision, letting Dean watch him consider. “Suppose you’re right.” He shrugged, offering up a tiny grin. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dean.”

“No, you’re supposed to say ‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes’ and then burst into tears.” 

“Dean.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, that’s just how humans do it!”

“Okay, I take it back.” 

Dean laughed and pulled him into a giddy kiss. “I love you.”

“I hope so, you’re marrying me.” Cas couldn’t contain his smile anymore; he stopped trying and just stared at Dean with the kind of wonder that used to make Dean feel uncomfortable. Now, it just made him feel lucky. “I love you too.”

---

A phone rang, a bizarre ringtone Dean didn’t recognize. Sam jumped up and ran off to the map room, apologizing quickly. “What the hell, man!” Dean yelled after him and sent a look at Eileen.

Hunter call, probably. She signed. Sure enough, Sam was in the other room picking up a landline with an annoyed tone. 

He listened for a few minutes, asking follow-up questions before Dean heard him say, “Rugaru, yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Yeah, you gotta burn ‘em. Nasty, sorry. Yeah, no problem. Good luck.” He hung up and headed back into the room, signing and talking. “Sorry, hunting doesn’t care about holidays.”

“So glad we’re not doing that anymore.” Dean sighed happily, wrapping an arm around Cas. Sam smiled at him and nodded.

“Me too. I had to burn those clothes after the Rugaru thing.” He shuddered, the memory of the stench enough to make him happy for an empty stomach.

Eileen shrugged. Never had to deal with one of those. 

“Lucky.” Dean promised her. Cas nudged him, nodding toward Jack. He was shaking a wrapped box with his name on it, a look of deep concentration on his face. 

“Whaddya think it is, kid?” 

Jack shook his head. “No idea. Can I open it?” 

“Go for it.”Jack tore into it, no regard for the painted newspaper (yes, it was recycled, Cas and Sam both agreed) as he got to the box underneath. “Open the card first, heathen!” Dean joked, pointing out the card tucked onto the bottom of the thing. Jack scowled but complied, opening the card to find a nice note from him and Cas and a key taped in. 

“What’s it for?” 

Dean leaned forward, elbows on his knees, excited about this part. He had been the one who came up with it, after all. “Our place. We wanted to make it official, since you been, you know, visiting around a lot lately.” Dean turned a little pink in the cheeks. Jack had indeed been drifting between Sam and Eileen’s, Jody’s, his and Cas’s, Donna’s, and Claire and Kaia’s. But he always spent the most time at his and Cas’s house, trying to copy Dean and always ending up enjoying Cas’s hobbies more. Sam had told him a while back that Jack confided he wasn’t sure he was welcome there, not for the long term. So Dean wanted to let him know he was welcome. Except now, looking at the uncertainty on Jack’s face, he wasn’t so sure that’s what the kid wanted. “Uh, you know, you can just spend however much you want with us, but… you know.” He poked Cas desperately in the side, trying to get him to save the sentence.

“We’d like you to have a ‘home base’ with us, Jack. However often you are willing to stay.” Cas said simply. He squeezed Dean’s knee to reassure him.

Jack looked up at them with a stunned expression. “Does this mean I can take out the trash? And do the dishes?” He looked thrilled at the idea. 

Dean chuckled. “We never would’ve stopped you before, kid. But yeah, sure.” 

Sam cleared his throat, offering a smile to Jack. “That better not mean you stop coming around here though, Jack.” When Dean had called and told him his idea for the present, he’d almost teared up. His brother had come a long way with Jack. Still, he wanted to reassure his kid that he always had a home with him and Eileen too, no matter how busy he was. (And nowadays, between online classes, cataloguing lore onto an online database, and being the New Bobby, he was really busy.)

Jack jumped up, clearly about to go for a round of hugs, but Dean waved him off. “Keep going, you haven’t even gotten through one present yet.” 

Jack grinned and complied, taking a bit more time with the box. He pulled out a Scooby Doo phone case, marked for Extra Protection, with Scooby and Shaggy on the back.

“That one was my idea.” Cas told him proudly.

“I helped.” Dean piped up.

“You did not.”

“I helped you pick which case!”

“You wanted to get one with Fred and Daphne.”

“Well, yeah-”

“Not everyone has a crush on them like you do, Dean.” 

Dean flushed scarlet and went silent, pouting. Jack ignored their bickering and beamed up at Castiel. “I love it, dad. Thank you.” 

Cas looked like he could’ve gone for round 4 with the Empty with how happy he was, but he just nodded. “Of course.” 

The rest of the gifts went by with lots of shouting, laughing, smiling, and hugging. And a few tears all around. Dean got Claire a flamethrower without consulting anyone, and Cas got Kaia a rose and lavender scented pillow fragrance (“It helps ensure good dreams.”), which prompted a comment from Claire (“How’d he know you’re a pillow princess?”) that everyone pretended not to hear. Dean got Eileen a Woojer, a wearable speaker that lets you feel music’s vibrations in your body (“Because no one should have to live without Zepp available to them 24/7. Also, now you can cry with me when the sad music cues come on Dr. Sexy,” - one of their favorite activities together). 

Dean jerked a head at Sam to get him out of the room, so Sam snatched his gift while Dean detached himself from Cas. They went to the kitchen, sending a couple soft looks back at their family gathered around the tree with all their new possessions. It was nice, and they both felt it.

“So, uh, Sammy, I been thinking a lot about what to get you for Christmas and everything. I didn’t want to go with the classic-”

“Skin mag and candy bar?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, damn, now I feel bad.” Sam mimed hiding his present (obviously bigger than a skin mag) behind his back, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“I finally got money, you know? Not a lot of it, but… I got a house and fucking, Cas, and… anyway. We’re finally doing Christmas and I wanted to do it right. And I want you to be as off-the-wall happy as I am, dude.”

Sam smiled widely, not even able to come up with a little-brother bitchy comment to that. “Thanks, Dean, that means a lot.” 

Dean cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, so, I, um, I wanna pay for your school.” Sam opened his mouth to protest but Dean held up a hand. “No, listen, I know you’ve been stressed about it, and I know you’ve been working really hard on the hunting catalogue stuff. That shit’s important. And I can pay for some crappy internet school classes. No offense.” 

Sam laughed and pulled his brother into a hug. “Thank you, man.” He said, muffled into Dean’s shoulder. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Dean patted Sam on the back, expecting Sam to pull away, but he didn’t. “Uh, Sammy.” Sam ignored him. “Sam. Dude, get off me. I want my present.” 

Sam snorted and finally pulled away. Dean tactfully ignored the wetness of his eyes in favor of snatching the gift from Sam’s hands. He tore it open with all the grace of a rabid dog, unveiling a thick, leather bound scrapbook. “A scrapbook? Really?” Dean raised his eyebrows. “That’s gay, even for you.” 

Sam pulled a bitchface. “Who sucks their boyfriend’s dick every chance he gets?” 

Dean flipped him off. No need to argue, Sam would see right through him. It was true though. Not that he would know. Dean flipped open the cover and grinned immediately. It was Sam and Dean as kids, in a mall photo booth, being dumbasses with their tongues stuck out and their faces all crazy. Dean mooned the camera in one, and you could see the psychological scarring on Sam’s face in the next picture. A little note slapped on the page next to it said “I have more nightmares about this than about hell”. Dean laughed, glancing up at Sam before he continued. Sam’s eyes were hopeful with a glint of mischief. That was never good.

Dean flipped through the next pages. It showed them through the years, all with little notes of Sam’s internal monologue. “Grumpy because he hasn’t gotten his coffee this morning” “That’s for the itching powder incident, asshole” and more and more. There were even some pictures in there of just him that Sam had obviously taken without Dean’s knowledge, pictures of him sleeping with comments about his snoring, pictures of him singing obnoxiously in the car with jokes about ear damage. Pictures of him and Bobby shooting the shit with notes about the pair of “old men.”

Then the pictures started to change. There started to be pictures of him and Cas. Mostly just him and Cas. Standing, talking, watching TV together (this one says “angel’s first porno!” with a bunch of hearts next to it). Comments talking about personal space (“he never stands that close to ME”) and the like. One of Dean in Bobby’s panic room where Dean has a speech bubble drawn on his serious face that says “Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that, I got laid” and then just a selfie of Sam pulling his bitchiest bitch face. 

Dean turned a little red at that, recognizing his complete obliviousness at the time, and kept going. The pictures continue, lots of fun-loving pictures of them on the road and the occasional movie or bar night, Charlie and Kevin and even Crowley and Rowena. But without fail, there is picture after picture of him and Cas sharing a publicly private moment, all with little snippy comments from his little brother. More than three of those comments are “Just kiss already!!!” Dean finally looks up to see Sam crossing his arms and staring at him with a smug, self-satisfied smile. 

“When the hell did you make this?” Dean sputtered. These are a lot of pictures, Sam must’ve kept them on his crappy cell phones for years. 

Sam blinked. “I started it in 2006.” 

“No, I mean, when did you go back and add all these bitchy little comments?” 

Sam raised an eyebrow. “2006.” 

Dean blinked right back. “But you… you’ve got all these dumbass comments about me and Cas.”

His smartass little brother started to smile then, a big shit-eating grin he wanted to smack off his dumb face. “Yeah, man, you weren’t exactly smooth about it.”

“Hey, fuck you, what does that mean?” It was said in jest, but Dean’s volume control went out the window.

“Dean? Sam? Everything okay?” Cas’s voice reached them from the other room. Dean sent an offended glance back at Sam before answering.

“Yeah babe, I’m just finding out how much I wanna punch my brother in here,” 

“Okay, well, leave it till tomorrow, it’s Christmas.” 

“Nah, isn’t fighting with your family a holiday tradition?” 

“I think you’re right. Okay, continue.” 

Now Sam was just watching him with such a knowing expression it made him annoyed. He was watching him flirt with his boyfriend- no, technically, husband. Oh yeah. He lowered his voice back down to a reasonable volume to talk to just his brother again.

“Yeah, so, I should also tell you-” He closed the book and set it on the counter. “We uh… Cas and I, we’re gonna get married.” He looked down at his feet and blushed a bit, could feel the rising heat in his cheeks. Honestly, he couldn’t believe he was saying that. He was getting married. To Cas. “Obviously, you know, we can’t really, with one of us being a legally dead terrorist and the other a former angel in the body of a missing family man,” Dean and Sam both  laughed at that. “But I asked him and he said yes.” 

“You asked him?” Sam seemed more surprised by that than the actual news. Dean shrugged and nodded. “Wow. Congrats, Dean, really.” Sam pulled him in for another hug, which Dean happily returned. “Can I walk you down the aisle?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “If anyone’s getting walked down the aisle, it’s Cas. He might get distracted by a butterfly halfway down, he’ll need the guide.” 

Sam grinned. “Come on, it’s not like you weren’t always gonna give me away.” 

Dean frowned at him. “Me? Why?” 

“Dean, you’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.” Sam says it like it’s obvious, like he isn’t forgetting about-

“You had Dad.” 

Sam raised his eyebrows and laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder, making his big brother look him in the eyes as he repeated it. “You’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.” 

Dean wasn’t gonna get choked up. No, he wasn’t, damn it. He’d made it this far in the visit without getting choked up, he could- 

“Sam?”

Eileen appeared around the corner, making them both realize how long they’d been away from the rest. Sam looked at her apologetically, signing Sorry. Dean was just telling me he and Cas are getting married! 

Eileen turned to Dean, barely giving Dean time to process a quick congratulations sign before she enveloped him in a hug. Dean laughed and hugged her back, pulling away to sign thank you. At least he knew how to do that. 

Big church wedding? Eileen teased. 

“Only if Cas wears a poofy dress,” Dean joked back. He only knew the signs for Cas and dress, but between that and lip-reading, Eileen got it. She shook her head with a grin and grabbed Sam’s hand. They all went back into the living room and to the rest for another round of hot chocolate and a marathon of all the Home Alone movies, per request. 

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Dean snuggled into Cas’s side and ruffled a hand through Jack’s hair and he tried to think of something more perfect than having his family all together for Christmas. He couldn’t.

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[octupus-on-the-moon]

A plan

~Yeah, took longer then expected, but i´ll update regulary from now on. The ending is bad i will change that later. Anyway i hope you guys enjoy it~

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Sixth part of a nightmare

Word count: 1566

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mental health issues 

Bucky and y/n spend the rest of the day planning how they would get to the documents of Mr. Belove. They seemed to start enjoying each other’s company. With every laugh and teasing comment, the loneliness that surrounded both faded.

“Wait a minute, won´t your father… Belove… whatever, won´t he suspect something if you don´t come home tonight?” Bucky asked from the floor. He was sitting in front of a hand painted ground-plan, looking up to y/n. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, childly swinging her feet, chewing on a lollipop.

“No, he isn´t that overprotective. I told him I met some old friend from high school and that we have a lot to catch up. Then I wrote Lisa, the woman that helps me out in the house, to pack some things and bring them to me. Don´t worry I told her to wait for me three blocks from here” y/n explained proud of her foresight.

“You really thought of everything?” Barnes praised her, tilting his head a little to the side. “I like that. You can have the bed by the way. I sleep on the floor anyway” Y/n feet stopped “Are you okey?” He frowned. Her proud expression froze. “Did I say something wrong?” Bucky added, surprising himself with a worried tone in his voice.

“No. No. It´s fine. You just reminded me of someone” She excused herself hasty. Followed by a broad smile, that didn´t reach her eyes “However, do we go over the plan again?”

 The first problem, was that her father never left the house. He spends most of the time in his office or in the library, near the office. The only moment the bureau was completely unsupervised, not counting the security system, was while breakfast, dinner, late at night or on Friday afternoon; The only day of the week he would leave the house to play golf for a few hours. Barnes and y/n decided to do the-not-actually-a-break-in that day.

The second problem only concerned Bucky. It consisted in him needing to ask Sam for another favor…  

 “It´s easy.” Barnes began “You come home from your lecture at 12 pm, then you take lunch with him. He goes off to play golf at 1:30 pm. I turn of the security system at 1:40 pm. You slip into his office and get the documents of the vault. Then we meet at the gate 2 pm sharp. If something goes wrong, we meet at 3 pm here.” He finished with his everlasting, impenetrable face.

“Sounds solid.” Her phone vibrated. “My package arrived” Y/n announced while looking at her phone. “I´ll go get it. I´ll be back in 20. Don´t do anything fun without me” and she left.

 Barnes sat still for a few moments. He was thinking. Since she arrived this morning, something inside him had changed. But what was it? Bucky questioned himself. Then he realized that he had not thought of his anger about Sam, Steve and the shield. Also, his Yori-problem, all the guilt, slid into the background. Today Bucky had laughed and smiled more than he had since 1944. Now that he was there all alone, the silences came back. He felt the void, with all his worries, slowly approaching him.

“It’s the quietest most personal hell” Dr. Raynor´s voice echoed in his mind. Maybe she was right, he thought.

Someone knocked. Barnes rushed to the door. Anything was better now. Better than that awful silence. He threw the door open, just to find Yori standing right in front of him, with a pretty displeased face.

“What about dinner James? We said 6, it´s almost 7” Nakajima complained immediately.

“Oh. Dammit. I am so sorry. I forgot. It´s just. I had a crazy day. And I have a guest.”

“A girl?”

“No! Yes. But not like that. You know what. Just come in” Yori was all smiles as he passed by Bucky, who was desperate by his sudden change of mood.

“Who is she?” Nakajima queried. He was calmly crossing the short corridor, while Barnes closed the door. Bucky´s face went blank, as it occurred him. The report was laying on the counter.

“Ehhh. She. I mean. We” Bucky stuttered as he hurried into the kitchen to collect all the papers “We are coworkers. But she has a problem in her house and is staying a few days with me” He lied after stuffing the papers into an old black backpack, casually leaning against the sink. “She should be back any moment, then we can decide over dinner” Yori looked disappointed, but his face lit up a little after a second.

“James”

“Yeah?”

“You only have one bed” a suggestive smirk appeared on Nakajima´s face. If you looked close enough you could watch Barnes´s cheeks turn red. What did he do to deserve the day of today? He asked. Probably annoy his therapist and not follow the three holy rules, Bucky answered himself, but he won´t change it in the future.

“I will sleep on the floor”

“That´s not comfortable.”

“I know but I can´t share the bed with a stranger Yori”

“Did not mean that. I have two thin extra mattresses. You can have one, till she´s home again” Nakajima offered all serious again. Barnes first reaction would have been to reject his suggestion, but if he did that, he would need to explain why he wanted to sleep on the floor so bad. Or Nakajima would misinterpret Bucky´s intention with y/n.

“That would be great, thank you”

“No problem.”

Silence. Again. But it did not last long. Although Yori preferred not to talk, he felt that something was up. James was usually a very calm guy, but now he was wriggling around impatiently. So Nakajima started to tell about his day. Barnes listen attentively, while making some tea. Grateful not to be surrounded by silence.  

 “James? I´m back” y/n interrupted them. “I thought we could order pizza” Her voice lowered at the end of the sentences, as she turned around the corner seeing Barnes and Nakajima. “Oh! Hello, I`m y/n.” She introduced herself, reaching her free hand towards Yori. The other one was holding a grey sports bag.

“Yori Nakajima a pleasure to meet you” The little grey man replied, accepting her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine Mr. Nakajima. I didn´t know you were expecting someone today” Y/n said, first addressing Yori and then Bucky.

“Yori is my neighbor. We eat sometimes together, but I forgot that we agreed for dinner tonight” Barnes explained a little insecure, because he didn´t know if it was okey for her, sharing dinner with Yori. Nakajima was silently observing the interaction between both.

“Oh, but he can stay for the pizza don’t?” y/n asked Bucky with pleading puppy eyes. Something about that look made him feel warm inside.

“Yes of course.” Barnes agreed with a little smile, that only Yori seemed to notice. Approving whatever kind of relationship these two had, with a knowing look.

“Mr. Nakajima, what kind of pizza do you like?”

 Mr. Nakajima liked the classic New York-style pizza and enjoyed the red wine, Barnes found in one of the mostly empty cupboards of his kitchen.

“James you are really in need of some furniture” Y/n commented from a wooden chair. Yori was comfortably seated on the little armchair, even though he struggled a little reaching for his wine glass on the floor. Meanwhile Bucky was standing near the counter.

“I never planned to have people over and I´m almost never at home, so what´s the point of buying furniture”

“I live alone, but at least I have a table to sit on” Yori added while he balanced the plate on his knees reaching for the glass on the ground.

“Yeah, where do you eat usually? On the floor?” Y/n teased him grinning, before she took a bite of her pizza. Barnes shifted his weight on the left side, uncomfortable with all the questions.

“I never eat at home, cooking for myself isn´t worth it and if I order something I just sit on the floor or in the armchair” Bucky justified his meager living, shrugging and nodding towards Yori. Who just shook his head, amused, about the poor argument. This drew y/n attention to him.

“Mr. Nakajima you said you lived alone. Do you not have any family? Children?” She asked curiously. Regretting once again talking so thoughtlessly, as Yori´s face turned expressionless. Scared of breaking the silence. Y/n looked up to Bucky for help. But he was starring down at his pizza, lost in his own thoughts, which didn´t seem to be pleasant either. “I´m sorry if I did say something wrong. I didn´t know…” Nakajima took a deep breath, so she interrupted herself.

“It´s fine, as you said, you didn´t know. My wife died many years ago giving birth to my firstborn son.” Yori started talking calmly. “My son died a few years ago in a shooting. Since then, I´m alone. James moved here some months ago and spends some time with me. A girl, from the sushi restaurant around the corner, also keeps an eye on me, but that´s it.”

It took a while and an empty wine bottle to restore the relaxed atmosphere. The day ended with a more or less intense card game. After Bucky brought the mattress from Yori´s apartment to his empty livingroom. 

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Ps. Yeah, i broke my own heart with the dinner scene

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

❤️🧡 1.2k Followers Celebration

A/N: Here we are!! As promised, I’m opening up requests for some fluff and smut filled one-shots, drabbles, HCs with our favourite Marvel guys.

Send in any of the following prompt numbers and an MCU character of your choice. 

Preferred characters - Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Loki Laufeyson.

(PS: I’ll write for Peter Parker but either in a platonic or innocent fluff, no smut for Spiderling). 

Smutty Prompts

Skinny dipping

Oral sex

Trying out a new kink/toy

Against a wall

Blindfolding

Make up sex

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“If you can’t sleep, how about we have sex?”

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“You know you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Fluffy Prompts

Watching the other wake up

A walk in the park

Terrible flirting

First kiss

Welcome home kisses

Kissing away tears

First I love you’s

Pet names

Cooking together

Texting/Video call

3 am ice cream runs

Dancing in the kitchen

A proposal gone wrong

“If you keep kissing my face like that, I’ll have to retaliate.”

"I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

I’ll most probably close requests after Sunday, so send them in before the weekend! Ciao :))

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[unsaidholland]

Congrats! If you're still doing the sleepover could I request a 🦦 where the reader is Sam's best friend who likes harry. Sam teases her and harry finds out? Xx

OKAY I KNOW I SAY THIS A LOT BUT I GENUINELY THINK OF THIS ALL THE TIME THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME I LOVE U

ps this has like one swear word and is left on a cliff hanger oops sorry not sorry for killing all of you :)

🦦- blurb request!

lie to me | h. holland

you had known the twins since they went on that trip a few years ago. you guys met in australia, somehow crossed paths, and ever since them you had been the best of friends. coincidentally, you also lived in london, which meant that you guys could hang out whenever you were all free. ever since you met the twins, you had established a strong, strictly platonic friendship with sam. he had quickly become your best friend, and you had quickly become his. harry on the other hand was quite complicated. you wanted to consider him as just your best friend, but your feelings for him were much stronger than that. the only thing was you didn’t want anyone to find out, especially sam.

you and sam decided to hang out. the two of you decided to just go sit in a park and have a mini-picnic and talk about things like you normally did when the two of you hung out. you had brought some snacks and a blanket large enough for the both of you to sit on.

you had been halfway through your first beer while sam was almost finished his when he asked about the guy you liked. you never gave him anything that would lead him to knowing that it was harry, but you still told him some details. after all, he was your best friend.

“so, has anything changed with you and this mystery guy?” sam asked. you sighed, trying to find the words to say.

“nope. sam i doubt he even likes me, i mean i think he’s made it clear that i’m just a friend and nothing more.” you took another sip of your beer, then putting it down on the blanket set up. “plus, i’m pretty sure he fancies someone else.”

it was true, you thought harry was interested in someone else. he was always going out with a girl named beth and posting about the two of them on. you weren’t with him, so you couldn’t intervene, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. she was gorgeous, she was everything you wish you could be and more. you were so insecure about yourself ever since she came around, but you continued to try and remind yourself that harry should like you for who you are, not for your imitation of someone else.

“if he doesn’t like you then fuck him, you’re literally the best person on the planet, don’t tell el i said that.” sam always found a way to make you smile and feel better about yourself. you were so grateful to have him as your best friend, but it sucked keeping such a huge secret from him.

“thanks sam.” a small smile appeared on your face, but it didn’t disguise the fact that you were still sulking over harry being out with another girl. you both continued talking, and soon enough you found yourself laying on his lap while scrolling through your phone. it wasn’t long before you found an instagram story of harry out with beth. his close friends story was often filled with photos and videos of them together, yet you still weren’t used to feeling the way you did whenever he posted. unbeknownst to you, sam was observing you as you watched the story. he saw how your face fell and how you had an internal battle between wanting to freak out and remembering that you were just a friend.

“you like harry?” he quietly asked. you shot straight up and looked at him as you furrowed your brows.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” your attempt to cover up your infatuation with your best friends twin brother failed, as you knew he saw right through you. “okay fine, i like harry, but it’s just a little crush,” you said. your tone was defensive as if he was accusing you of murder, but really you just felt like you got caught doing something illegal.

“it’s not like it matters anyway, i’m pretty sure he wants to make it official with beth.” sam saw as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“all this time, it’s been harry?” he asked. he thought of all the times you’ve complained about this mystery guy, giving him every detail but leaving him to wonder who you were talking about. all you could do was nod. “i’m so sorry y/n.” sam knew he couldn’t do anything to change the situation, plus he didn’t want to meddle. he just pulled you in for a hug and rubbed your back. “i’m so sorry.”

•••

it had been a week since sam found out about your crush on harry. you both found a way to get you over the upsetting feeling of watching harry and beth. he got into the habit of making fun of you when the occasion called for it.

you were over at the boys’ house, you and sam were in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone. being sam’s best friend, and actually good at cooking, you were one of the very few people who were allowed to cook with him. sam was playing music from his phone, and lie to me by 5sos had come on. you sung along as you were prepping the vegetables for the roast.

sam decided that it would be hilarious to change the lyrics and sung, “she knows you’re taking her dress, i know that you don’t but if she asks you if you love her, harry lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to y/n.” you rolled your eyes and put down the knife to punch his shoulder.

“literally fuck off sam.” you went back to cutting up the rest of the veggies, but suddenly a voice interrupted your actions.

“you like me?” it was harry.

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[kickingitwithkirk]

The Coupon Book Of Love

Summary: Dean and Y/N have a falling out during a hunt and return not speaking. This upsets Jack who decides to help fix their relationship.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Confused Jack Kline, Mentions of Sam and Cas

A/N: for @winchester-fantasies  #winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge.

Word Count: 2623

Warnings:  fluff, some arguments, ogling of m/f body, necking, mild language, implied sex

Prompt: 10. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” 

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fluff so hopefully it doesn’t suck and there was to be coupon photos included but I couldn’t get them the right size and had to delete.

*No beta, all mistakes are mine

*****

Jack Kline was sad. 

Dean and Y/N had returned from a hunt not speaking to each other. This was not completely abnormal for them. Their relationship is one of extreme passions, running hot or cold depending on the day.

It was when Y/N moved back into her old room and Dean started drinking all the whiskey in the bunker they all knew something very bad had happened. Sam tried to find out what had happened but all he could get out of either of them was ask Dean or ask Y/N. 

After Sam retired for the night, Jack went to his father Castiel and asked why do people who are in love like Y/N and Dean hurt each other? 

He said that human love is complicated and had no definitive answer.

Jack could not let them go on like this. Y/N was perfect for Dean, she could help with his highs and lows, make him smile when he was in one of his dark moods and had an off kilter sense of humor that matched his.

So Jack turned to the internet looking for the answer. 

He found all sorts of sites with recommendations how to: repair relationships, muddle through misunderstandings, blogs from magazines like Cosmo on how to fix things with your significant other, spice up your love life, even watching Dr. Phil on YouTube.

But most of the advice given was about vocalizing thoughts and feelings and Dean doesn’t do those things.

Jack starts thinking when they return from a hunt Y/N will say to Dean, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”  Dean’s eyes always lit up like the displays at Christmas when Y/N asks him for a cuddle. Which is weird because Dean is vocal that he doesn’t cuddle.

Sam teases Dean that Y/N’s secret code for nookie didn’t fool anyone. Dean tells him to shut up while smiling.

Jack shakes his head, is cuddle and nookie the same or are they different things...humans are very confusing.

He’s about ready to quit when he notices a tab for Pinterest that wasn’t closed yesterday and clicks on it. There were a few boards; cooking, pies, vintage cars, pinup girls.

Unlike what Sam is always saying, Dean does use the internet for more than watching porn. 

Jack scrolls around for a while looking at other pins when he sees something. Tapping on the photo he reads the description. He likes the idea presented but it’s not quite right for Dean and Y/N...

...so he comes up with his own plan.

******

The Next Morning

Dean staggers into the kitchen looking for coffee. Lots of coffee after another night spent with Jack, Jim and some wild turkey. Going over to the pot he wonders why Sam hadn't made it after his morning run like usual. Dean sees a piece of paper taped to it with a typed message.

Please go to the library ASAP.

Dean ponders the note while the coffee is brewing and grudgingly heads there after pouring a mug. He is surprised to see Y/N standing by the table looking as tired as he felt. Then he notices a paper in her hand. “Got one too?” He asks, slowly moving to the other side, the table separating them. 

She nods once in acknowledgment.

On the table between them is a letter and two small boxes with their names written on them. Dean slides the letter towards him and reads it out loud.

Dear Dean and Y/N,

I don’t like it when you fight, it makes me sad. You're treating your love as something disposable. I want you to be happy like before and since both of you are stubborn so I’ve come up with a way to help. 

Each box possesses a specifically tailored coupon for each of you with extra, individual instructions accompanying it and must be completed together once a day in order. 

Sam, Cas and I are on a hunt so you have the bunker to yourselves. Have fun.

PS: No peeking ahead-this means you Dean. 

*****

CAR WASH

I can't believe I agreed to do this repeatedly going through Dean's head as he entered the garage after they had opened the boxes and shared their first coupons.

He’s grabbing the paraphernalia kept there for bathing his Baby when Y/N walks in wearing...oh crap...that button down plaid shirt tied up under her bust and those cutoffs made from an old pair of jeans of his that hug her curves just right.

Okay, if that’s how she want to play…game on baby.

Dean hands her a sudsy bucket giving her the look. Y/N blinks perplexed as he walks over turning on the faucet and starts wetting down the Impala. 

She pulls out the sponge and starts soaping down the passenger side as Dean works on the drivers side. They watch each other, quickly looking away when caught.

By the time they meet at the trunk they're both wet, Dean’s t-shirts clinging, accentuating his torso and his jeans have molded to his bowed legs and scrumptious bum. Y/N abruptly hurries to the front of the car.

Dean, smirking to himself, makes the mistake of looking up through the windows. He can see Y/N stretching over the hood as far as she can reach, water and bubbles sliding over the slope of her breasts, nipples pebbled up under the material.

She bends down in front and he quietly steps to his right looking down the side of the car and can see her pert rear swaying in the air as she's scrubbing the grill. Dean reaches over the top of his jeans, pushing down his harding length.

“Okay, she's clean enough, I'll finish up here.” Dean gruffly states. Y/N pops up confused, “Um, are you sure, we haven't waxed yet.” 

Dean feels himself flushing, that’s the last thing he needs right now is Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she's vigorously buffing his...car. “I forgot to get a new can, we’ll do it later.”

“I’ll go get cleaned up and meet you back here in an hour for the next part.” Y/N says as she leaves the garage hips swaying as she walks up the steps. 

“Good thing were not leaving right away.” Dean mutters to himself grimacing at how his wet jeans have become way too constricting.

~~~~

Y/N slid the prepacked basket onto the trunk and shut it, hearing Dean come to a sudden halt and peered over the roof at him, taking in his flushed expression.

“Something wrong?” She inquires.

“I.. uh..I haven't seen you in that in a long time.” Dean stammers out awestruck waving his hand at Y/N’s appearance. Her hairs pinned up in loose waves and dressed in the tea length, off the shoulder summer dress he loves on her.

“Not the most practical thing to wear when chopping off a vamps head.” She quips.

“So, where are we going?” Dean asks, pulling the key out of his pocket.

“I’m to drive us...” she starts, “Nope, not happening sweetheart.” Dean steely interrupts. 

Sighing Y/N walks over, “My instructions say I'm to drive to a predetermined location and I can't tell you where it is so I need the keys,” holding her hand out, “Please.”

Dean clenched his jaw reluctantly handing her the keys and got in the passenger side.

They drove for about an half hour, Dean glaring out the front window the entire time. Y/N turned onto a tree lined gravel road going a quarter mile before stopping. They sit in silence gazing out the front window astounded.

In front of them is an abundantly flowering meadow surrounding a small, private lake. 

Jack couldn't have picked out a more perfect place.

“Sooo...what are we supposed to be doing?” 

Y/N hands him the coupon reading…

ROMANTIC PICNIC

*****          

MOVIE NIGHT                 

Y/N enters the Dean Cave not surprised Dean’s already settled in one of the recliners with pizza, popcorn and various other snacks spread out and a twelve pack Margiekugel cooling in the iced tub between the chairs.

They had spent the day doing various choirs separately around the bunker to give each other some space after yesterday. Y/N admitted to intentionally teasing Dean while washing the Impala and vice versa. During their picnic, something neither of them would ever normally do, they had fun together.

Dean seemed to be enjoying spending time together like they haven’t had much of lately but when they got back he decided to go out for a few cold ones instead of spending the evening in and pissing off Y/N.

“Ready for a marathon of The Man with No Name sweetheart?” Dean smugly asks trying to get a rise out of her. Y/N’s grabs some pizza and settling in the other chair takes a big bite of the meat lovers slice and chews slowly. Dean stares wondering why she hasn’t reacted, well aware Eastwood is not a favorite of hers.

Y/N finishes chewing, fishes a beer out of the tub opening it and after taking a long draw finally glances at Dean and flashes her coupon.

CONTROL OF THE REMOTE

“Sonovabitch,” Dean spits out, sinking in the chair cause knowing Y/N she’ll pick some long-ass, drawn out British dramedy that Sam’s the only one willing to watch with her, “I'm gonna get that Nephilim for this,” he pouts but will never admit he’s actually pouts.

A saccharin smile crosses Y/N’s lips as she takes the remote from him and brings up the menu to select a movie. Dean kills the beer in his hand and grabs another as she continues searching, occasionally clicking on one before going back undecided.

“Will you just pick something so we can get it over with.” Dean surly growls out, opening his fifth beer. Y/N gives him an annoyed huff pressing start. 

Dean jerks upright in surprise at her choice, “Seriously, we're watching...”

“...I don't like spaghetti westerns but seems you forgot I do like slasher films,” Y/N interrupts, “and don't you dare tell Sam, he already thinks I'm off my beam since we got together as it is.”

“Alright and I'll not take that last part as an insult.” Dean happily agrees, snagging the popcorn/M&M’s bowl shoveling in a mouthful as Y/N rolls her eyes, settling in to enjoy an evening of some slice and dice together.

 *****    

HOME COOKED MEAL       

‘’Argh! This is ridiculous, what made Jack think I could cook anything?” Y/N yells at the tablet sitting innocuous on the counter in front of her with the recipe Jack had picked out, taunting her.

Dean stopped in the doorway observing the mess Y/N is making of his kitchen. The flour bag is tipped over one counter spilling on the floor, the cutting board has something green cut into so many different shapes it's unidentifiable, other various items scattered about as the skillet on the stove is starting to smoke.

Then the alarm goes off screeching throughout the kitchen.

“Turn the stove off!” He yells over the alarm rushing over switching the stove off and grabbing a lid to smother the fire. Once it's out he turns on Y/N, “Are you trying to burn the place down? Don't you know not to set the heat on high under oil?”

“Yes Dean, I'm trying to burn the bunker down so I can get out of doing this!” Y/N screeches loudly waving the coupon in Dean’s shocked face.

He's never heard her like this, Y/N is one of those people that nothing outside of hunting makes her lose her cool, it’s one of the reasons he fell for her.

Dean approaches cautiously, reaches out placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly running his hands up and down her arms. “Baby, it’ll be fine but you need to calm down,” softly speaking in the soothing voice he used to use to calm Sam down when he was little and having a nightmare. “Now, what are we fixing for dinner?”

“Salmon Croquettes with wild rice and steamed asparagus.” Y/N glances over at the tablet, “I can’t understand why Jack would give me this, he knows I can’t even boil water outside of a tea kettle and...what do you mean we?”

“You really think Jack would intentionally let you cook anything outside of a bowl of cereal after the Cajun waffle incident?”

“They weren’t that bad.” 

“Sweetheart, we had to buy a new waffle iron.”

 “Alright Guy Fieri, what does yours say?” Dean pulls the coupon out of his pocket.

DESERT NIGHT

“I got your favorites and if you're a good girl,” Dean pauses, licking his lips teasingly, “I’ll let you decide how to devour them.”

*****    ��                      

Dean grabs his jacket off the chair back and heads to the library looking forward to tonight's activities. Well, he’s part of it anyways since Y/N hinted hers was something he never ever did.

Dean steps up into the room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Y/N sitting at the table in her outfit for evening. 

“Damn sweetheart.” 

“You don’t clean up to bad yourself Winchester,” Y/N remarks as she gets up walking around him, seeming to be mentally undressing him, “and since I don’t know where we’re doing tonight I was thinking that if you play your cards right,” she leans up, her voice husky next to his ear, “you might get lucky.” 

Dean takes his plump lower lip between his teeth and slowly lets it slide out making Y/N’s breath hitch as they stare into each other's eyes.

“So what are we doing tonight?” Y/N inquiries in a slightly breather voice than normal.

DATE NIGHT

Dean slides his arms around her waist, “I was thinking of taking you somewhere you haven’t been in a while,” he leans down kissing along her collarbone, moving up the side of her neck, “depends on what your half of the evening entails.” 

 Y/N retrieves the coupon from her jeans back pocket and Dean groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder.

SLOW DANCE

 “I was thinking we can do what this coupon literally says or we could interpret it a different way.”

 “Okay, I'm listening.” Dean mumbles.

“Well, there was no specific instruction from Jack as to what type of slow dance...” Dean’s head snaps up, his pupils dilating to the point the mossy green color has all but disappeared as Y/N keeps talking about the different types of slow dancing they could try.

“What are you asking?” Dean interrupts, his whisky roughened voice is even more gravelly sounding as his aching with desire.

Y/N walks backwards till her hips bump against the library's table, hops up on it leaning back onto her elbows, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” 

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Later that night

“So we agree we're not gonna tell them the real reason for our fight?” Y/N asks as she finishes braiding her shower damp hair, sitting at the foot of the bed. Deans leaning against the headboard with their last two coupons sitting upside down next to his sweat pant clad hip.

“They’ll think it’s stupid, especially Sam,” Dean remarks, “so, you ready to admit that Die Hard is a Christmas movie.” 

“Nope, you're never gonna convince me,” Y/N pronounces as she climbs onto Dean's lap leaning forward to softly brush her lips over Dean's before sitting back and picking up the coupons turns them over...

YOU WIN THE FIGHT  

YOU WIN THE FIGHT

“I think we better hang on to these, ya know, just in case.”

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[wesenschau]

Sharp Arrows of the Mighty, with Coals of Juniper

Psalm 18 (17 LXX) (same prayer as found in 2 Samuel 22) is a beautiful synthesis of many biblical symbols and narratives, drawing and connecting them into the grand arc of God’s sustenance of the world through man. I am going to particularly focus on verses 7-16, but even just focusing on 9 verses there are countless concepts that go over my head, and I would love to hear what others learn from this poetic prayer. In Ps. 18:7-16 (2 Sam. 22:8-17) we find a synthesis of the 120th Psalm (119 LXX), Noah, the story of Jonah (particularly ch. 4), 1 Kg. 19, Is. 6, etc. Before we can establish the connecting point in this array of passages, we need to establish the sacramentality of the symbols present.

In the 120th Psalm we hear the cry of a mourning precant: 

In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me. Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue? Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.

The calling of Isaiah in Isaiah 6 uses language very reminiscent of this Psalm --  “Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lip” (Is. 6:5). In both the Psalm and in verse 6 of the Prophet’s account we are given a solution to this false tongue / unclean lip: 

Sharp arrows of the mighty with coals of Juniper / Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar: And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged. 

To the Orthodox Christian these passages are evidently eucharistic -- the passage in Isaiah is referenced by the priest in the liturgy in reference to the eucharist, saying “Behold, this has touched our lips! This has washed away our iniquities!”. Further evidence for a eucharistic reading here can be seen in a holistic structure of Isaiah, with the calling of the prophet being a foreshadowing of what will happen to Israel/the world as a whole. What happens to Israel/the world as a whole? We see God’s holy mountain established in Isaiah 25:6 for all people. It is on this holy Mount that the LORD establishes a feast of wines, and He destroys the veil that is spread over all people. It is this mountain that draws the nations in, causing them to beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks (Is. 2:4) (note the eucharistic aspect of ploughshares [grain/bread] and pruning-hooks [grape/wine]). We are also told in Isaiah 66:20 that gentiles will bring a offering (minchah) unto the LORD. Minchah is the name of the tribute offering in Lev. 2 and Num. 15 and involves bread/wine (Note how in the old covenant nobody drinks the wine in the offering, but in the new covenant we must partake in the bread and wine / the body and blood of Christ). 

In Is. 6:4 we read of door posts moving/shaking at the voice of God and smoke filling the atmosphere. We find very similar language in Ps. 18:7-8.                  Sg. 5 (v. 2) describes something similar to Is. 6 (v. 4) where the bridegroom knocks on the door, and the bride reaches out to answer with her fingers dripping in myrrh (myrrh as a symbol of death/burial). The love between the Bride and the Bridegroom is what draws the bride out of her chamber to seek for her bridegroom, resulting in her unveiling by the watchmen. What is this attractive love which draws the bride out other than the flame of YAH /  שַׁלְהֶ֥בֶתְיָֽה /  šal·he·ḇeṯ·yāh (sg. 8:6) -- the same flame of the eucharist. This same flame burned the coal that purged Isaiah’s iniquities -- the same flame that fans the rough wind in the day of the east wind by which the iniquity of Jacob be purged in Isaiah 27:8-9. 

The same phrase for east wind is used in Jonah 4, describing a fierce, hot climate and is also used in Exodus 14 describing the baptism/passage of Israel from the old world into the new through the red sea. This reveals a deeper connection between the sacrament of baptism, wind, coals, fire and the eucharist. Jonah, having served in the courts of Jeroboam II knew of the wicked state of Israel -- and given Jonah’s obvious knowledge of the song of Moses he would have known idolatry and wickedness would lead God to make Israel jealous with the gentiles (Deuteronomy 32:21). This explains the mourning of the righteous and Holy Prophet under the (gourd?) plant in Jonah 4, which is reminiscent of the mourning of Moses over Israel in Exodus 32:30-34 and Numbers 11:12-15. The plant withered and the fiery wind of God raged, revealing the foundations of the world (Ps 18:15), the same wind which the Lord flies upon, bringing coals of fire and thick clouds of dark water (Ps. 18:8-11). The hebrew name Jonah, means dove and calls us back to the waters of Noah and the wind (Gen. 8:1) that caused the waters of the flood to subside, bringing Noah and the ark out of the deulge and exalting them to the Holy Mount with the help of the dove. All of these connections go to bring these different symbols and stories together sacramentally, ultimately culminating in the life and work of Christ. 

[Note that Holy baptism is the ecclesial and personal recapitulation/participation in the sign of Jonah (Mt. 12:38-41), which is, on one hand the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ; but is also the procession of the divine presence to the gentiles and the whole earth with it’s ultimate reversion to the Holy Mount Zion in Is. 66.]

 The special plant under which the Prophet prayed calls us back to the Juniper tree in 1 Kg. 19.

There are few times that Juniper trees are mentioned in scripture. Only one of these times (other than Psalm 120) are coals mentioned in the same context. 1 Kings 19, where right after speaking judgement upon Israel and demonstrating the power of God over false prophets (note connection to prophecies in Is. 1-5 and the story of Jonah) Elijah, declaring himself the only one left is called by the Angel of the LORD to anoint a threefold sword (Hazael, Jehu and Elisha) to whittle Israel down -- just as Isaiah’s prophetic calling was to make their ears heavy and shut their eyes, whittling Israel down to the one truly righteous intercessor: Christ (Note connection between Isaiah 6:8-13 and 1 Kg. 22:19-23) (also note the threefold whittling of Israel in Ezekiel 5 and the sacramental language of fire/famine/eating sword/arrow and wind/fury). Before Isaiah could participate in this calling he had to partake of the divine coal given to him by the seraph. In a similar manner: before Elijah could continue in his prophetic calling he had to eat of the Holy bread (which was cooked on coals -- interesting detail to include in the passage if there is no real significance to it) and drink the Holy water which sustained him for 40 days and nights. In Matthew 4:4, after Christ’s 40 days and nights in the wilderness, He refused demonic temptation, quoting Deuteronomy 8:3, saying: “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God”. As we know from John 1, Christ is *THE* Word of God and as such it is only through Christ and through our assimilation into the divine Word that we can live, as anything outside of God’s mind is an infinite step towards non-existence (interesting to note the theme of 40 days and food throughout the scripture. See how Moses lived purely by the Word of God for 40 days [Exodus 34:28] and how after 40 days of wandering the scout of Numbers 13 returned to the camp bearing ripe fruits [vv. 21-25] as a symbol of Israel entering the promised land after 40 years of wandering). This means that, just like the manna which fed Israel for 40 years (exodus 16:35), what Elijah was given was not just bread and water but a divine foreshadowing of the true bread and the true drink, which is the body and blood of Christ (John 6). 

We can see in Isaiah 27:1 the mighty sword that slays the leviathan; and we have the sharp arrows of the mighty (Ps. 120:4) which are used alongside the coals of juniper to deal with false tongues (note how the Hebrew root for “arrow”/ “archer” / “ חָצַץ” [Strong’s 2686] literally means “to divide”. It is related phonetically to the words qatsir [harvest] and qatsar [to reap, cut down]). What are arrows of the mighty other than children of the youth (Ps. 127:4) who have been born into the spirit in baptism (John 3, 1 Peter 1, Romans 6), who have become as little children (Mt. 18:3) desiring the sincere milk of the word (1 Pt. 2:3). Just as Christ, the only begotten Son of the Father is *the* chosen arrow of God (Is. 49:2), we are made sons and arrows of God by grace (1 Jn. 3:1). These arrows are scattered (Ps. 18:14) and fill everything (Eph. 1:23) for we, the Church, are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life, (2 Cor. 2:15-17). 

[Side Note: Seraphim Hamilton, in his video on Michael Gorman’s Inhabiting The Cruciform God, explains that Christ was sent by the Father as the Word that shall not return void (Is. 55:11). I find Seraphim’s use of the language of arrows particularly interesting, as he explains that Christ’s work in the incarnation was to descend to and assume every aspect of creation into himself, in order that every arrow within every aspect of creation may point towards God through participation in the Logos. Contrast this to the wicked woman in Sirach 26 who will open her mouth as a thirsty traveller when he hath found a fountain, and drink of every water near her, by every hedge will she sit down, and open her quiver against every arrow. (v. 12). This calls back to the serpent in Genesis 3 who is cursed to eat dust (dust meaning dead men [think: ...to dust ye shall return... ]). Similar to Sir. 26:12 is the description of the whore of Babylon in Rev. 17 who is drunken with the blood of the saints, the blood of the martyrs of Jesus Christ. Eating/drinking something is the most basic means of assimilating something into your being -- this is why the eucharist is the heart of the divine liturgy, it is how we are assimilated into Christ’s very being. This also explains the texts about Ezekiel and John eating the scrolls, and why Christ spits the lukewarm church in Laodicea out of His mouth in Rev. 3:16.]

Sword and flame are the two sacrificial items/tools throughout all of scripture. This starts in Genesis 3:24 where, in order to regain access to Paradise, man must ascend through the fiery sword of the Cherubim. This explains the Levitical dividing and burning of the sacrifices. This is ultimately fulfilled universally in Christ’s total sacrifice on the cross and our sacramental recapitulation/participation in that, through the sword and fire of Holy Baptism + Chrismation and the Holy Eucharist. Christ came to bring a sword, (Mt. 10:34) that he may set fire on the earth (Lk. 12:49) and once and for all fulfill the passing through sword and flame for Man. In giving your enemy bread to eat and water to drink you heap coals of fire upon his head and the LORD shall reward thee (Prov. 25:21-22).

Let us recall the establishment of the marriage supper of Mount Zion in Isaiah 66. How is this eucharistic table on Mount Zion established? Isaiah 66:16 has the answer:

For by fire and by his sword will the Lord plead with all flesh: and the slain of the Lord shall be many.

The solution, therefore, to the Davidic cry of Psalm 120 is the sacramental and ecclesial participation in the victory of Christ over death, who sent from above, draws us out of many waters (Ps. 18:16).

We see in the story of Noah God rained upon the earth and this acted both as a curse to the wicked and a blessing to those in the ark. The possibility to reject the Christ is always present and is something we must always guard ourselves against -- lest we be divided and slain like the leviathan or burned like Nadab and Abihu in Lev. 10 -- lest the coals of fire hail (Ps. 18:13) upon us like Sodom and Gomorrah. There is huge significance that can be drawn between this, 1 Cor. 11:23-30; Hebrews 9 and Lev. 16, but that is for another time and is a much broader, and more important, topic.

[writingsbychlo]

What are the boys like when you go for the food shop? Who follows the list to the letter, who thinks they’ll remember the list and forgets the minute they go in the shop, and who has never considered making a list and never will? Who sneaks things into the trolley that aren’t on the list and who stops you from sneaking things in? (I’m feeling so domestic right now I’m sorry) (also ps I love you and your writing; too good for this world, too pure)

stiles; doesn’t follow the list you made, and so while you methodically make your way around the store, you send him off to get random things just to keep him busy and keep him moving. he sometimes gets distracted and is gone for a while and often comes back with random things that weren’t even what you sent him for. is an amazing bag packer.

stuart; orders his food online, so it goes pretty well, you will both make a date out of anything though, so sitting down with his laptop to order the groceries is actually really sweet for you both. you cuddle up, and share a lot of kisses, and it’s still a date, even though it’s at home just ordering stuff to be delivered.

thomas; doesn’t shop at supermarkets so much, shopping for him is actually going to the butchers, and a farmer’s market, etc. he likes to buy the healthiest and most reliable food he can, and he doesn’t even buy that many vegetables himself during the on-season, because he spends a lot of time tending to the vegetable patch in the back garden. you go to the store though, to get junk food and stuff you can’t buy from a stall, and sometimes he’ll come with you just to hold your hand and keep you company.

dave; neither of you has a list, you just wander around with a cart and grab whatever you’re feeling like to fill your college-kid fridge. you usually sit on the front of the cart and grab stuff and he just pushes you around and debates purchases with you both, while adding it all up in price on his phone calculator.

mitch; tries to balance himself between the good stuff and the healthy stuff. also has a lot of protein/workout snacks. there’s a vague list, but it isn’t something the two of you strictly stick to. sometimes you have to persuade each other to buy a certain thing, or debate purchases together, but he normally caves when you want something, and he can get you to say yes to anything by punctuating his request with a kiss, and then giving you cute little smirk when he pulls back and raises his brows in question of it.

sam; there is no weekly shopping trip or anything, he picks stuff up on his way home or you grab it in the morning on your way out, so you rarely go together. you do go together though, when you are cooking a specific meal or planning something, like a party, or an anniversary or Christmas, and on those times, the two of you just let each other go wild anyway. you’re celebrating, why on earth would you say no to 50-box of miniature cheese-stuffed meatball party bites?

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[non-stop-imagines]

Movie Night

Request: heyy! I'm not sure if your still taking requests from your first list #1. BUUUT. what if you wrote a drabble where its the 21st century post endgame and Bucky is sexually attracted to Sams friend (who is black) but she doesn't believe Sam when he tells her . Using:  21 "I'm flirting with you" and any other quote/s of your choice. PS: I LOVE YOUR WORK

Promps Used (All from Drabble List #1): #21 "I'm flirting with you", #86. How long have you been standing there?”, #17. Well….don’t keep me waiting.”, #3. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader (Post-Endgame)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Explicit Language, some implied smut but nothing tooooo in depth

A/N: HIII!!!!! Hope you all are staying safe during these crazy times. As you can see I took some quarantine free time which also happened to be my wisdom teeth removal recovery time to write a little something.😏 Hopefully with the shift of all of my classes to online it will give me a bit more free time to write some more but until then, hope you all enjoy!! Love you all!!!😘💖💛💖💛💖💛

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Masterlist

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Everythings so different, but you feel the same. You splash water from the sink onto your face and study your facial features. It’s been 5 years, and you don’t feel a second older, but when you look around you see the difference. Living with Sam is the only thing that has made you feel normal, like nothing has changed. You take your hair out from the pulled back bun it was in to release the tension on your head then head out to the living room, stopping in the archway when you see Bucky sitting on the couch. This was the fifth time this week you have walked out of your room in the morning to see Bucky sitting on the couch, and it was only Friday.

“You might as well live here, Buck.” You grin, giving some attention to his reddening complexion as you head back to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“Please don't give him any ideas.” Sam pleads from the stove, where he was scrambling eggs and letting sausage cook in another pan. You giggle at the distress in his voice as you continue to pour an ungodly amount of sugar and milk into your coffee. Ever since the final battle between the Avengers and Thanos and Steve’s exit to the past, Bucky has found a companion in Sam, which is basically like befriending a disgruntled 80 year old veteren, which was apparently right up Bucky’s ally, but you could also feel that Bucky’s constant presence had something to do with you too. His stare would linger a second longer than normal when you walked into view, his touch was always extremely gentle, but only occured in situations where a touch would be necessary. Sam has told you on a few occasions that Bucky had a thing for you, but he’s said that to you as a joke before, so why would this be any different.

“I don’t think it would be that bad. Heck, I barely ever know when he’s here. It would be like having a ghost in the house.” You chuckle at your joke and take a sip from your pink and grey marbled mug, feeling even more accomplishment when you hear Bucky’s chuckle. “Hey Buck, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?”

“Apple juice would be great, thank you.” You give him a nod and quickly pull a glass from the cabinet and fill it with apple juice, then bring it back to the living room, bending over to grab a coaster and then placing the glass on top. During this short 5 second moment, you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, more specifically your butt, clad in short black varsity shorts that were previously only assumed to be present due to their hidden placement beneath your oversized Disneyland t-shirt.

“Come on and eat, you two.” Sam’s voice breaks Bucky’s trance, making him get up and head to the kitchen, grabbing a plate and filling ⅔’s of it with eggs and a few pieces of sausages.

“How many waffles would you like, Buck?” You smile up at Bucky, the significant height difference between you two has always made you feel some type of way.

“No, it's my turn. You go sit.” He turns and goes to quickly wash his hands, your heart stopping for a moment before remembering the unfortunately myriad amount of times he has had to tell you that his mechanical arm is, in fact, waterproof. You nod, then place a few pieces of sausage on your plate, bypassing the scrambled eggs, then heading to the small four chaired dining table. A couple minutes later Bucky approaches the table, his plate in one hand and the plate of toasted and buttered Eggos in the other. You grab a couple from the plate using your fork and place them on your plate, then grab the bottle of syrup next to the plate of waffles and dosing your stack with an amount of syrup that earns you questioning looks. You just shrug then cut into your stack. The small house was quiet for a moment as everyone took the time to enjoy the beginning of their breakfast until you had an idea for that night.

“We should have a movie night tonight.” You take a bite of waffle and then a short sip of coffee to wash it down. You look at your two tablemates who you could tell were trying to come up with an excuse not to, but you beat them to it. “Sam, do I have to bring up the number of times you dragged me to a bar when I def should’ve been doing homework in college?” He widens his eyes and bends his head back down to his plate. “And Bucky, baby, I did not have to welcome you into our home and feed you, now did I?” His face reddens and he reaches up to push back the rouge strands of hair that fell from his newly short hair cut. “Come on, we’ll do rock paper scissors to decide who gets to choose the movie.”

“Y/N, we all know it’ll end up being you who gets that final say in movie choice. You're lucky we're agreeing after your poor attempt at blackmailing us.” You smile brightly at Sam’s secession then stand up to gather the dishes from the table so you can wash them, refraining from grabbing Bucky’s dishes after noticing that he wasn’t done eating yet.

“Thank you for making it easy for me. And as a thank you the movie/movies that I will choose are the first three Star Wars movies.” You look back and smile at your friends less than pleased face.

“I still don’t understand why you like those three movies out of all the Star Wars movies.” Sam shakes his head and scrolls down a message on his phone.

“Young Mark Hamill and young Harrison Ford, need I say more.” You shrug and start to run the hot dish water, then gather and organize the dirty dishes at the side of the sink. Once the water was ran and the utensils were swiftly pushed into the water, Bucky’s towering presence was felt behind you, a bit of pressure being placed on your back.

“Is it okay if I place these here?” His voice was damn near a whisper, like he was trying to secretly whisper seductive words into your ears, being sure that Sam didn’t hear anything.

“Yeah, t-totally fine.” You shift slightly to the right to try to get out of his way, but his hand being briefly placed on your hip stopped you in your tracks and caused a sensation between your legs that you haven’t felt in forever. After he sets his dishes next to the sink and utensils in the water he makes his way back to the table as if nothing happened.

“Since you’re forcing us to have this movie night, you have to let us go to the training facility for a bit. We’ll stop and get the snacks on the way home.” It took you a moment to come out from your stupor and fully understand the words that come from Sam’s mouth before your answered.

“I would not have stopped you from training in the first place but thank you for volunteering to pick up the snacks. You’re great.” You look back and give him the large goofy smile that in some cases, such as this one, greatly irritates him. You turn back to the sink and finish the utensils, then quickly wash the few large dishes left by the sink before going back to your bathroom to take a shower, but not before saying bye to the two men at the table, knowing that you would not be out of the bathroom before they left for training.

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“Why not just make a move on her? Trust me, she would not mind you just picking her up and carrying her to the nearest bedroom.” Bucky just continues to throw hard, randomly alternating jabs at the punching bag in front of him, wondering how his friend got to this topic.

“I’ve tried. Nothing seems to work.” Bucky stops his punching to wipe the sweat from his face and to get a swig of water.

“You call whatever the fuck that was at the sink this morning trying? It was like watching a prepubescent boy flirt for the first time.” Bucky looked up at Sam from the floor with shock and slight embarrassment, then back down at his water bottle. Sam takes a moment to text you something then places his attention back onto Bucky. “Man, you're both grown adults. You know what you need to do. But remember, Y/N is not one to back down from a challenge.” Sam pats his friends back then walks back over to the chin up station, stretching real quick before hoping back on, leaving Bucky to think.

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From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen, I hope you understand I wasn’t joking when I said that Buck has a thing for you.

You shake your head and smile at the random text and answer before gently placing a paper face mask over your damp face.

Y/N:

I mean, it didn’t seem all that likely to me. 🤷🏿‍♀️ He doesn’t talk to me all that much but I have caught him staring a couple times. 👀👀

You shrug at your answer and toss your phone onto the bed, then head out to the kitchen to get some water. You come back to a text.

From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen to me. Tonight I want you to do what you know how to do. See for yourself what you do to him and for goodness sakes girl try and get pipped 🍆. I’m hella tired of hearing your horny ass in the middle of the night. 😤😵

You refrain from blowing water out of your nose after reading Sam’s all too real and all too loud text. Once you gain your composure you text back.

Y/N:

Ight, nigga. Hush. I’ll see what I can do. Also don’t forget to get my Airhead Xtreme Bites and Cookie Dough bites.

You chuckle at your response then set your phone back down onto the bed, then begin to sit and think about your current attire. After a few more minutes you get up to remove the face mask and rinse and moisturize your face then head back to your dresser to change pajamas into something more provocative. You keep on the short pajama shorts that you were already wearing due to their habit of riding up and switch your shirt to something shorter and slightly tighter. You keep a primarily bare face except for a coat of mascara and close to a boat load of lip gloss, leaving your lips practically dripping. You keep your curls out, knowing that men seem to find your free flying afro more sexy. Once you're done you grab a few pillows from your room and pile them onto the couch in the living room, along with two large throw blankets for obvious reasons. Once you had the couch set up and began to go to Star Wars Episode IV, you hear the front door unlock and open. You try to figure out a subtly sexy way to be found sitting on the couch, but decide to just sit with one leg bent in, stretch marks on your upper thigh being fully visible. “What’s up?! Y’all ready or what?”

“Can’t we take a shower first? Damn.” Sam bitches, taking the snacks to the kitchen. You roll your eyes then settle your gaze onto Bucky, greeting him with a shy, sultry smirk.

“Fine, you big baby. James, you can use my shower if you want.” You let Bucky’s name flow from your mouth then turn your attention back to the T.V, starting the movie then quickly pausing it and standing up to go back to the kitchen to set the snacks up. You knew fully well that your pajama shorts were noticeably riding up your butt, but you sure took your time adjusting the dilemma as you walked around the other side of the couch, no where near the front door where Bucky was still standing, staring.

“Uh, t-thanks, Y/N.” He takes his duffle bag over to your room, trying to avert his attention from you. Once he is out of ear shot Sam comes up to you at the microwave.

"I know I told you to do what you knew how, but damn!" He takes a step back and looks you up and down.

"With a promise of getting dicked down I had to pull it all the stops." You shrug and start the popcorn in the microwave, then move to the cabinet to pull out some bowls to pour all the snacks into. “Now, go shower so phase 2 of my plan can begin.” You Wave him off then open the two boxes of cookie dough bites to pour into one of the bowls.

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It's been about 15 minutes since Bucky and Sam got back and now they were finally on the couch, ready to start the movie. The more appropriate description of your configuration would be you and Bucky under one large blanket on the main couch and Sam laid back in the recliner at the left of the couch near the hallway entrance to your room.

“Alright, losers. You guys ready?” You earn lackluster cheers from the two then begin the movie. You already had Sam turn off the light, so the only illumination in the room came from the television. About ten minutes into the movie, you make the move to cuddle up close to Bucky, placing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his metal arm, which seems to heat up slightly at your contact. With your focus on the movie, Bucky takes a moment to give Sam a surprised and slightly confused look. All Sam does is nod towards you, indicating that it was his turn to make a move. He slowly removes his arm from your grips and wraps it around your shoulders, pulling you closer so that you now had your hands placed on his chest. You guys stayed like this for a while, both of you thoroughly enjoying the movie until Sam became bored and wanted to see some action between the two of you.

“Y/N, can you hand me the cookie dough bites?” Sam points to the bowl that you deliberately placed at the end of the table, to which you nod and bend across Bucky’s lap to grab. You purposely place your hand high on his thigh, extremely close to his junk, and poke your butt in the air more than obviously needed. You take longer than necessary to grab the bowl, feeling something poke your abdomen as you begin to pull back, causing Bucky to quickly stand up and head to Sam’s bathroom after frantically asking. You hand Sam the bowl as you both watch him make his way back there.

“Dang, you work quick, don’t you?” You shrug and take an Airhead Xtreme bite from the bowl in front of you.

“I think it helped that I kept some lingerie that I def haven’t worn recently hanging out of my hamper when he went to take a shower in my bathroom.” You pause the movie and give Sam a sly smile, making you both crack up. Around 10 minutes later, Bucky returns to the living room and sits next to you again, his now greatly increased body heat warming you up again. You work hard to hide a smirk as you go to play the movie again, cuddling back up to Bucky. A few minutes later, you hear light snores come from Sam’s direction, and you look over to indeed see Sam knocked out on the recliner. You chuckle then get up to move him to his room.

“You need help?” Bucky stands from the couch to assist you but stops when he sees you give Sam a more than light tap on the arm.

“I got it. Thank you, though.” You look back and smile at him then adjust your shorts before leading Sam to his room. You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders as you lead him to his bedroom, unknowing of Bucky following close behind and stopping at the bedroom door frame. You drop Sam into his bed and, after promptly moving back his comforter, place his legs on the bed and then his comforter on top. Before leaving the bedside, Sam pulls you back towards him.

“I swear if I am not woken up by loud noises from your side of the house, imma be pissed.” He says straight faced, making you chuckle then letting you go so you can leave. Once you do turn around to the door you jump at the sight of Bucky standing at the door frame. You bend over slightly and grasp your chest.

“Oh my gosh, How long have you been standing there?” You whisper, making your way past Bucky out of the room, brushing your hip against his leg as you do.

“N-not long. I was just making sure you didn’t need any help.” He follows closely behind you, plopping down close next to you once you sit back down onto the couch. You two cuddle back up again, staying like that for a minute, before you begin to mess with Bucky’s hair, scratching closely at his scalp, watching his face as he closes his eyes, relishing in the calming feeling. Little did you know that his comfort plus the warmth radiating from his body caused you to drift asleep and begin a more than PG-13 dream. You were outside in a swimsuit in the middle of summer, the heat in the air drawing you to the pool that you stood by. As you sit next to the pool prepared to hop in, you jump slightly at the sudden presence of two hands placed on your upper thighs, one of which is a cold metal hand. You look up from your thighs to look into the face of the owner of the hands, which was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“Come on, Y/N, what are you waiting for?” He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into the pull and then pull at the ties keeping your neon pink bathing suit bottoms on your body. Once removed, he pulls them from the pool and tosses them to the side, then uses his mechanical hand to pull your left leg up to his waist, allowing his other hand to graze your pussy. Before anything could happen in your dream, you let out an audible moan that wakes you up, causing you to begin to breathe deeply and your heart rate to increase. You look at your phone on the coffee table, noticing that you were only asleep for no more than 15 minutes. “Hey, are you alright?” Bucky places a hand on your leg, closer to your knee, you just give him a smirk.

“I’m fine.” You get closer to his ear, lacing your fingers through his hair again. “It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You get up from the couch and head over to the hallway entrance to your room, stopping at the archway and turning to look at Bucky, leaning against the wall. “ You know I'm flirting with you, right, James?”You slyly smirk at his slow nod and then strut into your room, quickly hopping into your bed and making the prompt decision to remove your shirt, displaying your simple black bra with lace detailing. A minute rolls by and there is still no sign of Bucky, so you get up and make your way back to the archway. “Well….don’t keep me waiting.” Your words and the sight of your partially naked body breaks Bucky’s concentration on your previous words and causes him to swiftly make his way over to you, picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder, taking you to your room prepared to have you make noises that will definitely wake Sam up and keep him awake, along with the rest of the block.

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