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vantablacksteverogers  asked:

A: You're a DICK. B: Prompt - Sambucky + injury (doesn't matter who. or both. idk. Hurt my boys and then make them better.)

Bucky pressed on the wound and Sam yelped.

“Fuck! You’re a DICK.”

“You just told me to do that,” Bucky breathed, his voice fading. He blinked once, twice to clear his vision.

Sam’s eyes pressed shut and he lulled back, chest heaving with shallow breaths grinding down pain. Gunfire blazed over their heads, artillery blasting in the distance. “Barnes.”

Not looking up from the balled up cloth he held against Sam’s bullet wound, Bucky hissed: “What?”

Nothing, just the sound of Sam breathing.

“What, Sam?”

“I’m gonna pass out.”

“Please–don’t do that–”

“I think my ribs are broken.”


“Bye.” And Sam passed out.

“For fuck’s sake.” Bucky risked moving one of his hands, slammed on the com, “where the fuck is my medevac?”


“Jesus.” Sam was gonna bleed out and Bucky did not have time to hide his body. “Shit.”

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anonymous asked:

1. Henry looks down at the container in his lap, and wrinkles his nose. ‘Look,’ he tries. ‘I know it’s not lasagne or anything, but I checked online and this is what cobras have to eat!’ The Queen hisses at him, and promptly glides to the far corner of the cage, coiling up tightly and resting her head to face the back wall. He senses the clear dismissal, and huffs in annoyance. ‘I’m not going to let you starve,’ he snaps, dropping the container into the cage with a defiant ‘thwack’.

2. He grumpily stomps over to his bed, and hauls himself back on it, careful not to disturb the leaning tower of books. He is just settling back into his biology essay, when there is a sudden noise, and he looks up. The Queen is thrashing around, her tail banging against the glass and the container upended onto its side. At first, he thinks she is angry. And then he realizes – she is writhing in pain. ‘No,’ he gasps, reaching towards his mobile with trembling fingers. ‘No, no, no, no.’             

3. He tries mom first, but there is no answer. Taking a deep breath, he calls Emma next, the harsh ringing in his ear taunting him. ‘This is Emma. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message.’ Third try: David. No answer. The Queen has stopped moving so much, but he can see slight tremors rippling through her body, and he scrambles off the bed to wrench the lid off her cage. ‘It’s OK, mom,’ he whispers, attempting to keep his voice steady. ‘Let’s go find help.’             

4. He shoves his phone into his back pocket, and then scoops her up into his arms, running downstairs and out the door without thinking further. Dashing onto Main Street, he instantly sees the reason why no-one was answering his calls. The entire area is in chaos, with half the road destroyed by some sort of blast and cars are being consumed by raging flames. Emma is in the center, fighting desperately against Rumple, while Belle is crumpled over a prone figure, her harsh cries filling the air.            

5. Suddenly he spots David, kneeling next to – ‘Mom!’ he cries, racing over. She is lying on the ground, and as he crashes down beside her, he’s horrified to find a pool of blood. ‘Mom?’ he asks desperately. David reaches for his shoulder, but he shrugs him off and grasps his mom’s hand. She turns slightly glazed eyes to him, and smiles. ‘Henry,’ she whispers. ‘You shouldn’t be here – it isn’t safe.’

6. The Queen begins to struggle again, frantically. Henry releases her without realizing, and then mom and the snake are staring at each other. He watches as mom reaches up her other hand slowly, and with fumbling fingers pulls the collar off. The Queen is stumbling back, returned to human form once more. She stands unsteadily for a moment, breathing heavily, and then nods at both mom and him. She turns away, and as Henry gathers mom more firmly into his arms, he watches her storm away.             

7. Emma is tiring in the fight against Gold, her magic no match against the power of all the Dark Ones combined. Henry opens his mouth to call out a warning as a flash of light speeds towards her, but before it makes contact the Queen has appeared out of nowhere, deflecting it with a twist of her wrist. ‘I may be dying but you certainly can’t kill me, imp,’ she sneers, throwing a spell at him and forcing him to stagger backwards. Henry can see her simmering anger, and encourages it in his mind.             

8. ‘I may not be able to, but this can,’ Rumple snarls back, flinging out his hand. A sword appears, having been forgotten from the earlier battle, and Henry screams as Rumple smiles victoriously and stabs the Queen. Henry wants to leap up and run to her, but mom has become worryingly silent and unmoving in his arms, and he is paralyzed in uncertainty and fear. He watches as the Queen chuckles slightly, even as she coughs blood.             

9. She grips the front of Rumple’s jacket, pulling herself further onto the blade and into his face. ‘You know your problem?’ she gloats, and he rears his head back. ‘You’re always so predictable.’ Then she is pushing herself away from him, and wrenching the sword out to fling it aside. One hand clutches her abdomen, but she straightens defiantly and Henry can see the curved blade of a knife held up in her other. ‘Dark One I command you,’ she begins, her voice clear even as she gasps for breath.             

10. ‘I command you to leave this town – leave this country – without harming anyone, physically or mentally. And you will never return.’ Rumple sways, clearly fighting the orders, and Belle lets out another small sob. Then he is gone. The Queen stumbles, strength leaving her, and Henry reaches out a hand desperately even as he draws mom closer to his chest. ‘Emma, they need your help,’ he calls. David races over and together him and Emma half-carry the Queen, laying her down next to mom.             

11. ‘Emma, heal her. Both of her,’ he begs, but Emma is pale from her own battle, and he can see her hands shaking as she concentrates them over mom. ‘Come on Regina,’ she mutters. There is a bright light, and then mom is opening her eyes and pushing herself upright. Henry flings his arms around her, sobbing loudly as she hugs him back tightly. But he pulls away quickly, scrambling over to the Queen. ‘Now her,’ he demands, grabbing her hand. Emma leans over, but no light comes.             

12. ‘I’m sorry kid,’ she says with a grimace. ‘I think my magic is used up.’ He shakes his head vigorously. ‘No, she’s my mom too – she can’t die. I won’t let her!’ Mom moves to his side, resting a hand on his shoulder. ‘Henry-’ she begins, but he desperately shakes his head again. ‘No, she’s a part of you, mom. You’re not whole without her.’ The Queen lets out a pained laugh, her fingers tightening around his. ‘Let her be free of me, Henry,’ she chokes out.

13. ‘Don’t be so defeatist,’ Mom says, before Henry can respond. She has an oddly fond expression on her face. Her and the Queen stare at each other for a moment, and then Mom reaches out with her magic, at the same time leaning down to kiss the Queen’s forehead. Henry shields his eyes from the bright light, and when he can see again, the Queen is gone. ‘What happened to her?’ he asks frantically, fingers scrabbling in the dirt where she once lay. ‘Did – did she die?’             

14. Hot tears are streaking down his cheeks, and it is difficult to breathe properly. He looks around, as if she’d magically appeared somewhere else. Then strong arms wrap around his shoulders, and he knows instantly what happened. ‘Don’t worry, Henry,’ mom reassures. ‘I’m here.’


This was perfectly heart-wrenching in every way! Snake Queen/Henry, Regal Believer, and eRegal Believer all in one! Perfection! Also that last line was <3<3

anonymous asked:

Maybe weird, but... Ace!Cas meets Ace!Dean, who has had it hammered into his head from a young age that he MUST be heterosexual, and therefore sleeps with a lot of women... But he is so RELIEVED when he connects with Cas, and Cas doesn't expect sex from him. So many people, men and women alike, have pushed him to give them sex, and with women he's felt like he just SHOULD, but Cas doesn't ask that from him.


Teenage Dean not being all that interested in sex, but very, VERY sensual. Him getting it into his head that he HAS to be heterosexual, because that’s what John expects, it’s what his peers and teachers expect (a ‘bad boy’ with a beat-up leather jacket who rarely shows up for classes and never on time? Who, despite his aptitude and intelligence, never seems to apply himself fully to the material? With a face like his and all that charisma? Surely he must be having sex.)

Teenage Dean throwing himself into sex because he can never stay long enough in one place to form a relationship where cuddles are involved instead of sex. Teenage Dean never telling his partners that all he wants is to hold them because the first time he tried that, she laughed in his face, shouted at him for wasting her time, and spread it around school that his dick was limp and Dean had to endure all the looks and the teasing for the next two weeks they were there.

Teenage Dean continuing with the charade of heterosexuality because he’s terrified John will find out that Dean’s non-platonic attraction isn’t limited to women. Teenage Dean not knowing the difference between romantic and sexual attraction and assuming that because he feels one, he must also feel the other (and if he doesn’t want to fuck guys, then clearly that means he’s straight and a son John might one day be proud of, right? Of course he wants to fuck girls… doesn’t he?)

And then there’s Cas.

Cas, who Dean would die for. Cas, who Dean would do anything to protect. Cas, who makes this dark world a little less dark and lonely.

Cas, who Dean knows he’s in love with, but doesn’t want to have sex with.

Cas, who is the first person to look ecstatic when Dean tells him that all he wants to do is cuddle. Cas, who fits so perfectly against Dean’s body, who is so warm.

Cas, with whom Dean has finally found a home.

anonymous asked:

hey hey if you're still doing prompts could you do 34 with flinthamilton??

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”


It’s been a long evening. Thomas had attended a dinner at the admiralty and all night James has had to watch him converse with other people, while he’d been seated at another table, stuck with the lesser officers.

It didn’t help that every time James glances at him and Thomas catches his eye, he looks absolutely irresistible.  He’s doing it on purpose; James just knows it. It’s not bloody fair.

He keeps his head down and speaks civilly when he’s spoken to.

At the end of the night Thomas finally makes his way in the direction of James, catching him near the door.

“And how are you tonight, lieutenant?”

“You’re well aware of how I am.” James mutters under his breath.

“Oh?” Thomas’s expression is completely innocent. “Has something been distracting you from the evening’s conversation?”

“I wouldn’t know about the evening’s conversation.” James reminds him. “I was at the other table, remember?”

“Oh, I do.” Thomas murmurs. “Every time I looked up, there you were.” He’s doing it again, keeping the ardent intensity of his gaze fixed firmly on James, taunting him.

James leans in, as though he’s merely commenting on the evening’s weather. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

“Is that right?” Thomas smile is blithe and untroubled. “You wouldn’t dare, lieutenant.”

“Wouldn’t I?” James says. “Come with me.”

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mistbornofhathsin  asked:

Could you do 11, please?

11. partners in crime au

Derek rolls over with a groan when his phone blares to life, the specifically set tune demanding his attention when he’d usually just shut off the ringer and bury himself back under his pillow.

  “What?” he asks, forcing his voice to lilt at the end so that it sounds like a question rather than an aggressive statement.

  “Derek–shit, oh, fuck–” Stiles’ breathing is heavy and Derek’s eyes snap open.

  “Stiles, it’s three in the morning, I don’t think now’s the best time for–”

  “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Stiles says frantically. “I’m not–that’s not why I’m calling–I’m in trouble. I’m in trouble, because I tripped a silent fucking alarm and I think they have dogs? I’m kind of–shit!” There’s a bark in the background and a sound like Stiles has just full-body collided with something. “Okay, they definitely have dogs.”

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anonymous asked:

1. Things you said at 1 am, Merthur, obviously 💕💕

Peace should have been easier. After all, the kingdom was safe, and had been for a year now. Morgana was defeated, Mordred was dead, the Saxon army had retreated back to the north to lick their wounds (not that they wouldn’t be back sooner or later under a new leader). Treaties had been made with the neighboring kingdoms, and a promise of protection had been made the druids. The ban on magic had been lifted, much to the chagrin of the older noblemen that had served Uther.

In all, Camelot was flourishing. And Arthur didn’t know how to deal with that.

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anonymous asked:

28, Hartwin

This one popped up right after I finished Hartwin #27. Is someone slowly going down the list? *squinty eyes*. But of course I can do this. This is separate from that ficlet.

Harry Hart/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin #28 - “Marry me?”

Harry has had the ring in his possession for six months. Possibly everyone at Kingsman knew about it. There was a bet-early on- about when he would pop the question. Everyone had lost at this point, he was nearly sure.

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teaandsunflower  asked:

Sterek 1!!!!!! Pls

1. soulmates au

Everyone gets their mark - or marks - on their eighteenth birthday - everyone, no exceptions. Soul marks themselves aren’t a guarantee of sex, or even of romance - there are thousands of perfectly happy, platonic soulmates out there, so regardless of whether their soulmate themselves is eighteen or not, everyone gets their mark.

  Which is why Stiles is in a rage when he gets his - the mark burning itself into the skin of his leg at exactly four minutes past three in the afternoon. Marks are a personal thing, so when Stiles rushes out of the room to get to the bathroom, nobody follows; Scott simply pauses the videogame and Lydia barely even deigns to glance up from filing her nails.

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fanfic writer wednesday: june 14th

some of the fabulous fics that i’ve read this week!

askbox ficlet by @escapadesofanaskboxficfairy - Fem!Doctor/Rose - just a gorgeous gorgeous little ficlet that i love to the moon and back <3 <3

The Problem With Cats by @dimensionhoppingrose - Fem!Ten/Rose - this is just DELIGHTFUL!!! cats and them being neighbors and just that little bit of outside angst that sets off all the fluff and happiness to perfection <3 <3

A Marriage of (In)convenience (ch 1) by @lastbluetardis - Ten/Rose - eeeee i’m so excited to see where this one goes!!! i just know it’s going to be wonderful and the parallels that have already been set up between James and Rose make me go !!!! :D :D

for her by @lesbidar - Clara/Rose - this is gorgeous okay, read it immediately. it’s a bit of smut and a lot of feelings and just !!!!! lydia is so talented and i love this a lot

When You Least Expect It by @chocolatequeennk - Eight/Rose - so this combines three of my favorite things so OBVIOUSLY i’m head over heels in love with it!!! i mean… eight/rose + coffeeshop au + soulmates au/ua = perfection and nancy hit it out of the park <3

Untitled kiss ficlet by @megabadbunny - Jenny/Clara - this is just so sweet and adorable and perfect and i love it ♥♥

Catching up by @ofstormsandwolves - Tentoo/Rose - this is just such a lovely story with them being so open but taking a minute to get there because Rose is understandably nervous but then the Doctor is so accepting and it’s *happy sigh* it’s wonderful

One Fateful Barbecue by @skyler10fic - Ten/Rose - ahhh this was so cute!!! and grey!ace Ten is just such a good and their friends all betting on them and setting them up was hilarious 

Crash into You by @jeeno2 - Jyn/Cassian - okay so i feel down this rabbithole this weekend because i watched Rogue One for the first time and i’ve been reading rebelcaptain fic since then and this one is just SO GOOD <3 (i mean, who doesn’t love a good bedsharing fic ;D )

Feels Like Home by @lastbluetardis - Ten/Rose - ahhh what a gorgeous drabble!!! just comfort and home and doomsday <3

Shatter and Collide by @pellaaearien - Ten/Rose - an absolutely lovely reunion piece :D :D just made me have all of the smiles!!

Spoiler Alert by @chocolatequeennk - Ten/Rose - like… this WOULD be them. it’s so them. i adored this little soulmates AU and all of it’s lovely fluffiness <3

by any other name by @megabadbunny - Ten/Rose - what the heck this wrecked me. like… i’m still thinking about it and i read it days ago and MBB… what have you done to me???? 

Bound By Light by @chocolatequeennk - Ten/Rose - accidental marriage at it’s best tbh :D i love when he’s blindsided by a ceremony involving handfasting and can’t pretend that it doesn’t mean something to him :D (plus a tiny bit of meddling!TARDIS which i love ;D ) this whole thing is beautiful :))

askbox fic by @chiaroscuroverse - Nine/Rose - not safe for work and HOT HOT HOT I LOVE IT!!!! <3 <3

anonymous asked:

Zutara gets kicked out of bed??

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed

“Katara, I said I was sorry,” Zuko all but shouted.

“Really?” Katara retorted, actually shouting. “You really think sorry is good enough?”

Zuko sighed and rubbed at his temples. “You know that it was just a slip up. Anyone who grew up in the Fire Nation during my father’s reign would have–”

“Well that’s exactly it, isn’t it?” Katara huffed. She began to untie her updo, fiercely undoing the braids in a way that made Zuko wince. “Maybe it’s time for the Fire Nation to be reeducated in the ways of the world.”

“Katara, you’re the Fire Lady,” Zuko sighed. “You love this place, even though you miss home. Don’t act like you still think we’re all mindless soldiers.”

Katara scoffed and started to angrily take off her jewelry, throwing it onto the dresser. “Then maybe you should stop acting like you care about where I come from. You just showed the whole Nation what you really think tonight, didn’t you?”

“I misspoke, Katara!” Zuko said defensively. “You know that I don’t actually think that about the South Pole.”

“Oh really?” Katara asked in a biting tone. “You really enjoy visiting the cold wastelands where I grew up? Because you never act like it. I guess that’s all been misspeaking as well?” She had shed her formal dress for a sleep gown, a blue and white one to be used as a statement to her husband. 

He rolled his eyes. “I know nothing of snow and tundras, Katara. I grew up here.”

“And I know nothing of this eternal summer, but we live here, don’t we Fire Lord?” She turned down the covers of their bed and situated herself beneath them. “Get out, Zuko.”

“Katara,” he said, his voice hurt. “Please don’t do this. You know that I would never–.”

“I don’t want you sleeping next to me tonight, Zuko,” she said firmly. 

Zuko sighed, but picked up his pillow from the bed. “As you wish, Katara.” He placed his pillow on the floor and laid down, taking off only his jacket and his crown. The marble floor wasn’t exactly heated, so he’d need the layers while he slept and settled into less controlled breathing. 

Katara was still so prickly about his comment on the South Poles that even her attempts at sleep sounded angry. Zuko rolled over to face their bed and began to mutter to himself. “Winter, spring, summer, and fall. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. Four seasons, four loves. Four seasons for love.

Katara’s angry shifting around in bed had stopped at the low and shaky singing. Zuko assumed that meant she was listening and that she hadn’t gone to sleep. “I’m sorry, Katara. I didn’t mean to hurt you and I hate that I’ve messed up something else between us. I love you so much and I never want to make you unhappy.” He paused, letting the apology settle in the silent room. “I’m so sorry.”

There was more silence in the royal chambers and Zuko started to truly worry if he had ruined things. Suddenly, the sounds of ruffled fabrics took over. Bare feet padded over to his spot on the floor and Katara crouched down, letting her body drape across Zuko’s back. She sat up a little and kissed his ear. “Me too,” she whispered. 

They stayed on the floor, linked together until morning.

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anonymous asked:

oooh can we have some WS being ordered to interrogate (and/or bang) Steve? maybe with magclamps?

Ahahah, anon, I secretly already wrote this back in the early days of the trash meme… well, not-so-secretly, actually, thanks to an AO3 bug that b0rks the anonymity of anonfics if you try to make them into a series. Or thanks to my recurring writing tics and subject matter being really fucking predictable. Regardless. Elevator, Take 2 (the elevator scene ends in a gangbang, magclamps included); A Simple Excuse for a Complex Crime (the Winter Soldier is ordered to interrogate Steve; it does not go well). I’ve been back-and-forthing about whether to de-anon on them pretty much since they were written, and I figure I have no reason to have any shame anymore.

BUT, well, you did ask, and we have established that my willingness to write variations on the same Steve!whump premise is limitless, so here, have more interrobang!

I meant for it to be short. Honestly. Instead it came out at more like 2,000 words. Warnings for… about what you’d expect. Torture. Noncon. Alexander Pierce being Alexander Pierce.

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anonymous asked:

His anniversary with Cas is the first time that Dean paid attention to any sort of anniversary. And he's glad, when he brings Cas that stuffed bear and coffee mug (unoriginal as they are), because Cas has spent the past several hours baking him a number of pies, and just... Wow. He loves him so, so much.

They eat the pies together while Dean brings out another round of movies to introduce Cas to.

Little actual movie watching gets done, however. They’re both a little more distracted by the pies… and each other.

It’s sweet and uncomplicated, and Dean is ten kinds of glad that Sam and Kevin cleared the bunker for the night, because it’s awesome to be so openly affectionate with Cas. He’s not comfortable doing this in front of anyone yet, not even his own brother, but when it’s just him and Cas?

Yeah, Dean never thought he’d be that guy, cuddling on the couch, trading bites of pie with the person in his arms, ignoring the movie in favor of lazy kisses that Dean knows perfectly well will go nowhere.

Well, that isn’t exactly true. One kiss will lead to another, and another, and if the final destination is just more kisses?

Dean doesn’t mind that one bit.

anonymous asked:

(1/5) I'ts a few minutes after 5 am as Oliver sits on the back porch of his and Felicity’s house and watches the sun creep up on the horizon. Today marks the 15th anniversary of the day the Gambit sank and Oliver has been feeling the darkness lurking around in the back of his mind for a few days now. He’s been trying to make it seem like he was okay but he knows his family noticed. Felicity’s soft glances when he says he’s okay and Diggle’s worried looks.

He’s gotten better over the years with sharing his feelings and talking about things (thanks to Felicity) but sometimes, like right now, it’s just too difficult. He’s pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of a tiny hand on his knee. Sleepy (and slightly worried) blue eyes look up at him. 

“Daddy, are you okay?” his 4-year old son asks.

A small smile appears on Oliver’s face as he picks Tommy up and places him on his lap. “Yeah, I’m okay,” Oliver tells him but his son frowns at him. 

“But you don’t smile anymore,” he says in a small voice and his chin wobbles a bit. Looks like his son picked up on his mood as well. Oliver takes a deep breath and holds Tommy closer to him. 

“I’m sorry, buddy. I’m just a little sad but I promise you, I’m okay. You wanna know why?”

He feels his son nod against his neck. “Because of you. With you and your mommy in my life, I will always be okay,” Oliver says and places a kiss against Tommy’s forehead. “Something happened to me a while ago and when you’re old enough I will tell you about it.” Tommy sniffles a little and wraps his tiny arms around Oliver’s neck, a small smile on his face but his eyes still sad.

“Promise you smile again soon? I miss it.” 

The words tug at Oliver’s heart strings and he feels tears prick at the back of his eyes. “I promise, buddy. I will smile again soon.” 

Tommy nods seriously before leaning and kissing his daddy’s nose (a habbit he picked up very early from his mommy) and for the first time in days, Oliver’s feels a real genuine smile on his face.

“I love you, daddy.” 

“I love you, too, Tommy.”

That was absolutely beautiful, nonnie. Thank you so much for sharing it with me <3

demisemiquaver  asked:

Steve/Bucky, "I can't walk."

He’s taken out three HYDRA bases alone. No support, no backup, no rest — and still — Steve and Sam follow, and find only the ashes and rubble he leaves in his wake. The Winter Soldier is a ghost — and a malevolent one, at that — getting his revenge on the people who wronged him. 

(“Couldn’t have happened to a better bunch of guys,” Sam says, the first time they stand in the ruins where a secret base used to be.

“They deserve it, and Bucky deserves to do it,” Steve says, grim, “but not like this. Not alone.”

“You gonna burn ‘em to the ground together, man?” Sam says. 

Steve cannot imagine anything better). 

The Winter Soldier is a ghost, but Bucky Barnes is a man. Steve knows this, better than anyone — Steve has curled up with him for warmth in cold winters, and has kissed his full, red lips, and has lain with him in a sweaty tangle of limbs and post-coital bliss. 

Bucky Barnes is a man, and a man can’t live like a ghost for long. 

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anonymous asked:

On days like this Cas likes to worship Dean inside and out to make sure Dean remembers how much Cas loves him and that Cas will never leave him.

Cas makes Dean’s favorite foods (including pie, of course, a few different kinds) and draws Dean a nice bath with what Dean outwardly calls ‘girly shit’, at least if Sam can hear. (His protests are half-hearted at best these days, Cas is helping him learn to accept the things he likes and to realize that enjoying bath salts and bath bombs doesn’t make him less of a man.)

Cas likes to give Dean a massage now and then, too. Dean’s skin is still soft and damp fresh out of the bath, and Cas just gently lays him down and seeks all the knots in Dean’s neck and back, exerting pressure until they let go and Dean’s tension melts away. He rubs and soothes and whispers praise until Dean is boneless beneath him, pliant and warm and happy.

Sometimes, they engage in physical intimacy as well, Cas using the massage oil and his fingers and tongue to open Dean up. He’s always so careful with Dean and takes such good care of him. (There are days when Dean returns the favor, of course. They both enjoy being pampered as much as doing the pampering.)

Sometimes, their evening ends with cuddling. Just cuddling, though usually one is naked and the other is only dressed in boxers and/or possibly a thing pair of pajama pants.

It always ends with a goodnight kiss.

anonymous asked:

Tiny fairies Dean and Cas argue over a tree stump.

So Dean was a little territorial. It wasn’t a big deal; fairies were usually a sharing and caring bunch, but they all needed a little space sometimes.

That stump just happened to be Deans.

And sure, technically the stump was just out there, in the middle of the field, where anyone could happen upon it. There wasn’t even a sign marking it as taken.

That didn’t stop Dean’s irritation when he came out of the grove and spotted a pair of translucent blue wings occupying his spot for sunset-watching.

“Hey!” he shouted, flitting angrily over to his stump. “That’s mine, you-”

The other fairy turned around and Dean’s words died in his throat.

Spirits, but his eyes were blue. Like a summer sky, only compressed into two points of light and beauty.

“I’m sorry,” the other fairy said, pushing himself up to stand. “I didn’t realize this was taken.”

“It’s fine!” Dean said, reaching out and grabbing the other’s hand before he could flit off. He was new, Dean had never seen him before, and Spirits knew when or if the strange fairy would come back if he left now. “We can, y'know. Share.”

The other fairy smiled. Dean found himself mirroring the expression.

“Are you asking to watch the sunset with me?” the fairy asked. Dean felt his cheeks heat.

“If anything, you should be asking to watch with me,” Dean blustered. “I mean, it is my stump.”

The fairy considered for a moment. Dean’s heart tripped.

The fairy nodded.

“In that case, may I watch the sunset with you?”

Dean breathed.

“Yes,” he said. The other fairy smiled again and offered his hand to Dean. Dean took it and didn’t let go.

“My name is Castiel,” the other fairy said. He didn’t tug his hand out of Dean’s grip, nor did he look away. Dean stared, captivated.

“Dean,” he said.

anonymous asked:

For that ficlet askbox game, 1 "Can I kiss you?" Dean/Cas of course. =)

Dean thinks he must be asleep. He’s dreaming or high on djinn poison or something, because there’s no actual way he really just heard Cas ask what he thinks he just heard Cas ask.

Not that Dean objects to the idea. Not even a little, but good things do not happen to Dean Winchester. Good things do not just land in his lap or present themselves on a silver platter. Everything Dean wants doesn’t just suddenly offer itself up for the taking.

“What?” Dean asks, stunned. Cas lifts his chin and meets Dean’s gaze squarely, arms folded across his chest.

“I would like-” Cas clears his throat. “I want to kiss you, if you’ll allow me.”

Dean stares.

“Like… on the cheek?” Dean asks slowly. There has to be some other shoe here and Dean can’t just wait for it to drop. Cheek kisses are a totally platonic thing, aren’t they? That has to be what Cas wants, though why-

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