oh you. always making me blush like that. come here you *kisses bts*
my brother :
MOM!! SHE'S AT IT AGAIN!! SHE'S KISSING HER POSTER OF KOREANS AGAIN!! MOMM!! SHE'S DOING IT UNDER THE MISTLETOE!! MOMM!!
*sighs* just let her be son... nothing can cure her thirst for korean boybands.
finally you understand me mom. Ilysm!! anyway, meet my husBANDS, namjoon, seokjin, minyoongi-
hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook. *sighs* for God's sake thats the twentieth time this hour. I think I unpurposely memorized their names in just three hours. you shud be a teacher. a history teacher.
Out of all the times you could have gotten hurt it had to be near Christmas. Your mission was simple enough; go in, save the hostages, and get out. However with your luck that didn’t quite happen.
Everything was going according to plan until you got a bit cocky and didn’t realize that a Hydra agent was sneaking up on you. Before you could react, a knife was already jabbed in your side. Taking out the agent, the last thing you saw was your boyfriend, Bucky running to your side before everything went black.
Luckily your wound wasn’t that bad it did, however, mean you had to sit out on missions until you were cleared. You were mostly bedridden during the beginning of your recovery but now you were allowed to walk. You still could not join the others on missions since the doctor has yet to clear you.
Which leads you to today where you’re sitting in a busy tower watching the snow fall. Since it was the day before Christmas you’re teammates were busy rushing around doing last minute jobs.
Everyone was getting ready for Tony’s annual Christmas Eve party expect you and sadly your boyfriend. Being Earth’s Mightiest Heroes meant that even during the holidays you were always on the job.
Bucky had special orders from Fury himself to help take down some of the remaining Hydra agents. Though it was only supposed to take him a few days it actually turned into a much longer trip than expected.
This left you alone on Christmas Eve wishing you could join him so at least you would be together. But here you were one of the world’s deadliest assassins sitting on a couch watching snow fall while drinking tea.
“Still think about Barnes,” Your best friend Tony said.
“That obvious?” You asked.
“(Y/N) every few seconds you look at his dog tags and sigh. The whole team has noticed it.”
“I should be with him.”
“I know you miss him but come on it’s Christmas Eve! Where’s your holiday cheer?” He said playfully pushing your shoulder.
“Tony,” You sighed.
‘Wow tough crowd tonight,” He laughed before standing up from his seat. “I have a party to get ready for. Hopefully, you’ll be in a happier mood by the time guests arrive.”
“I’ll try but I’m not promising anything,” You grumbled as your friend laughed.
“That’s all I’m asking for.”
Watching Tony walk away, you took a sip of your tea before grabbing Bucky’s dog tags from around your neck. He gave them to you before he left to remind you of him but it still wasn’t the same. Placing your tea back on the coffee table, you slowly stood up from the couch.
“Baby, please come home,” You whispered before making your way to your room to get ready for the party.
They’re singing Deck The Halls
But it’s not like Christmas at all
‘Cause I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year
Tony’s parties were always something you looked forward to but tonight nothing seemed to brighten your mood. You felt like something or really someone was missing as you watched all the guests mingle with each other. Christmas music played in the background as drunken guests began singing along horribly.
Half way through their rendition of Deck the Halls you started to remember all the fun you and Bucky shared last Christmas. The lazy days in bed, singing Christmas songs, eating an ungodly amount of cookies, and the look Bucky gave you one Christmas morning seemed like a dream since there was still no word from him yet.
“Well doesn’t someone look happy,” Natasha said before handing you a drink.
“I’m just overfilled with joy,” You said sarcastically before taking a sip of your beer.
“Bucky would want you to have fun you know. He knows how much you love Christmas and trust me he would hate to see you this down.”
“I know Nat but it’s just he’s somewhere we don’t know and he could be in trouble and-”
“Easy tiger don’t get yourself worked up. Come on we’re going to mingle with some guests,” She said dragging me to the dance floor.
“Nat I don’t-”
“I don’t care we’re going to have some fun.”
Pretty lights on the tree
(Christmas) I’m watching them shine
(Christmas) you should be here with me
(Christmas) baby, please come home
Finally able to ditch Natasha, you sat on the couch next to the huge Christmas tree Tony just had to have. It was decked out in gold and red ornaments and to no one’s surprised it had an Iron Man helmet as the “star.”
Rolling your eyes at your friend’s decorating choices, you sighed once more as laughter filled the air. Playing with your boyfriend’s dog tags once more, you watched the happy couples together wishing that was you and Bucky.
Then a familiar red head appeared next to you as you sighed once more. Before you could object Natasha grabbed you hand and dragged you back to the party.
“You can’t lose me that easy (Y/N)!” She yelled over the music.
“Nat just let me sulk,” You whined.
“Stop being a negative Nancy,” She said before pushing through the crowd of people. “Oh look it’s Steve and everyone! Let’s join them!”
Groaning in annoyance, you walked over to your friends while checking your phone for any new messages. Seeing that there was nothing from Bucky you shut off your phone and tried to get your mind off of things.
If there was a way
(Christmas) I’d hold back this tear
(Christmas) but it’s Christmas day
Please (Please) please
(Please) please (please)
As some of the guests began slowly leaving you took that as your cue to slip away. Mumbling a quick goodbye to your friends, you began walking to your room with a heavy heart. You knew that your boyfriend was saving lives but a part of you just wanted to be in his arms.
Checking your phone once more you sighed at the time on your phone. It was now Christmas day and your spirit sank to a new low. Running a hand through your hair, you made your way elevator.
“Merry Christmas to me,” You mumbled as you waited for the doors to open.
While you were so caught up in the thought of hiding in your bed for hours, you didn’t realize that the doors opened. As the sound startled you, you began to hear a small laugh coming from inside the elevator.
“You alright doll?” A familiar voice said.
“Bucky!” You squealed before tackling him in a hug. “I thought you weren’t going to make it for Christmas!”
“Me too but hey what’s Christmas without some miracles,” He laughed as you held him tightly.
Pulling away from your hug, you pulled your boyfriend in for a long overdue kiss. Smiling into the kiss you brought your hands up to his face where you tugged on some of his short locks of hair as the kiss deepen. Feeling the scratch of his facial hair on your hands, you felt a pair of arms wrap your waist and pull you closer.
“Hate to interrupt you two but can you guys not do it in my elevator? Other people have to use that you know,” Tony said.
Breaking the kiss, you laughed sheepishly as you fixed Bucky’s messed up hair. Licking your lips you turn to face the rest of your teammates trying not to blush.
“Let the two lovebirds have some fun. Finally (Y/N) can stop sulking,” Sam joked
“Yeah they can do it in their room but not in my elevator,” Tony argued.
“And that’s my cue to leave. Welcome home Bucky,” Peter said looking flustered.
“Nice to see you two Stark and we weren’t going to do in your elevator,” Bucky said putting an arm around your waist.
“Oh please, I know for a fact you two have done it-actually never mind I wasn’t supposed to say that,” Wanda chuckled as you glared at her.
“I’m sorry what? F.R.I.D.A.Y. I need a clean up crew now! That is a public elevator you two!” Tony yelled.
“Merry Christmas?” You said before pressing the button to your floor.
Once the doors shut, you turned back your boyfriend and wiggled your eyebrows. As both of your laughter filled the elevator the doors opened as quickly as they shut.
“Shall we continue?” Bucky asked pulling you closer to him.
“We shall,” You winked as he picked you up and carried to your shared room.
Bucky was right it couldn’t be Christmas without some sort of miracle and that was something you couldn’t complain about.
Anon asked: Omg ur legit the best writer on tumblr ilysm. Anyway, I have a prompt, if you would be so humble as to accept it. destiel, hs au where Dean and cas are like 16 and sam is only 5. John leaves money for Dean while he’s on business (like always), but it gets stolen. Dean is freaking out and asks cas to watch sam so he can pick up an long shift to earn it back. When he gets home, he sees sam and cas’ lemonade stand on the driveway because Sam wanted to help with money. Dean thinks it’s cute that cas helped and asked him to stay for dinner and fluff! Bonus points if Sam asks if cas is deans boyfriend!
“What happened to you?”
Dean sighed, leaning against the row of lockers Castiel’s was attached to. He knew he looked rough, people had been gawking at him all morning. There was a large bruise on his cheek and cuts all over his face. It hurt just to blink, but Dean couldn’t miss a day of school or work.
“Some guys jumped me on my way home last night.”
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Dean caught Castiel’s hands before they could start fluttering around his face.
“But, I was going to stop by the grocery store on my way home so I had all the cash my dad left with me. They took it.”
“Oh, Dean. I can give you–”
“No, Cas. I don’t want anything from you. I mean, it’d be awesome if you could watch Sammy tomorrow so I can pick up am extra shift, but–”
“Anything you need. When do you want me to be there?”
Dean was rushing around the house when Castiel arrive the next morning. Sam was sitting at the coffee table in the living room, stuffing ceral in his mouth as he watched cartoons. Castiel ran his finger through the five year old’s soft hair and went to slow Dean down.
“What do you need me to do?” He asked. Dean gave him a look that was mixture of gratefulness and despair.
“I’m not going to ask you to do my chores. I’ll do it when I get home.”
“Dean. What needs to be done?” Dean sighed.
“There’s some laundry, the kitchen’s a wreck,the living room–” there was a bang and Sam peeked around the corner.
“I made a mess.” Dean sighed a again and Castiel laid a hand on his arm.
“I’ve got it. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“You’re the best. I owe you whatever you want forever.” He kissed Castiel’s cheek, then kneeled down in front of Sam.
“You be good for Cas, okay? I’ll be home in a little while. I love you.” He ruffled Sam’s hair then left.
“Okay, Sam. What do you want to do today?
"Paw Patrol!” The boy squealed, running back to the couch. Castiel went to the kitchen to get a towel and to take stock of the mess he would have to clean up.
Sam’s ceral bowl was upside down on the carpet. Castiel picked it up and picked all over pieces up before soaking up all of the milk that he could. He used a spray cleaner on the spot to make sure it wouldn’t smell, then joined Sam on the couch.
“I wanna help.”
“Help with what?”
“De told daddy on the phone that we dint have money. I wanna help ‘im.”
Castiel was unable to stop the smile from spreading over his face.
“I think that’s a great idea. I have just the thing.”
It took a while to get everything together, but soon enough Sam and Castiel were standing on the side walk with a condensating pitcher of lemonade on the table that Castiel had carried out. There was a sign hanging on it in Sam’s shaky, backwards writing offering a cold glass for a dollar.
Luckily for them the day turned out to be sweltering. They had to close the stand several times to go inside to make more and had to make an impromptu trip to the grocery store to buy more supplies. Castiel let Sam help him squeeze lemons and measure out sugar. He knew that there were simpler ways to do it, but he knew Sam would have more fun this way, and feel more proud when he told Dean about it later.
By six o'clock, they had twenty dollars in their collection box. When Sam wasn’t looking, Castiel slipped all the money he had with him in, too, knocking it up to fourty five. Sam was delighted and insisted on counting it over and over when they didn’t have a customer. Sam was bouncing in excitement when Dean pulled into the driveway.
“What’s this?” The older Winchester asked, scooping Sam up when he ran to him.
“We made lemonade!” He said. “Cas let me pour.”
“And he only spilled a little bit,” Castiel smiled, holding a cup out to Dean. “On the house.”
“Thank you,” Dean said, hoping that Castiel knew that he meant for more than just the drink. Castiel nodded, then turned to clean up.
When they got inside, Dean took Sam to give him his bath and Castiel started dinner. There was cheese burger macaroni on the table the table when they joined him again. After they finished eating, the three of them settled on the couch to watch some more of Sam’s cartoons until his bedtime.
While Dean was getting him tucked in, Castiel started to straighten up the house. He was surprised at how clean Dean managed to keep it, with how much he worked and having to take care of Sam. He was sweeping off the stairs when he heard Dean and Sam talking.
“Did you have fun with Cas today?” Dean asked.
“Uh-huh. He’s nice.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“What? No!” Castiel could have laughed at the squeak in Dean’s voice if the words hadn’t hurt so much.
“But you kissed him.”
Castiel quickly finished on the stairs and went back to the kitchen while Dean struggled with how to explain what he did to Sam. Everything was clean, so Castiel went to the laundry room and started a load, then sat on the couch. Dean threw himself down next to him a few minutes later.
“Thank you for today,” He said, looking at Castiel with earnest eyes. “You went above and beyond. I really appreciate it.”
“It was nothing.”
“I don’t think you know how wrong you are.” Castiel smiled and laid his hand on Dean’s arm.
“I’d do it again in a heart beat.”
Dean smiled and Castiel couldn’t help himself, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Dean’s. The kiss only lasted for a moment before he sat back, shocked at himself.
“I’m sorry. That was…I shouldn’t have done it. I’ll just go.” He stood up, but Dean’s fingers caught his before he could go too far.
“You could stay,” He said, softly.
Castiel was surprised to say the least and allowed Dean to tug him back down onto the couch. Dean placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for another kiss. They took their time experimenting with each other, testing the limits, until Castiel had to leave.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Dean, walking him to the door.
“Okay.” Dean pulled him in to kiss him again, then smiled at him.
“Get home safe.”
“I will. Good night.”
Dean stayed at the door until Castiel was in his car. Then his taillights were no longer visible, Dean walked back inside and sunk back into the couch, unable to keep the smile off of his face.