Cas falls asleep early on the 27th of September - out like a light by 8 o’ clock.
Normally Dean would let the guy sleep, their hunt from earlier in the day was a rough one and Cas - being the martyr he is - took the brunt of a beating from a particularly angry spirit; but the moon looks fucking amazing and so Dean shakes him awake, one hand on Cas’ shoulder and a soft mutter of the former angel’s name on Dean’s lips.
Cas blinks awake, scowls at Dean and burrows deeper beneath the covers.
“Babe, come look at the moon.”
Castiel rolls over with an angry sniff, his cotton clad back curling away from Dean’s incessant fingers.
“I’ve seen the moon.” He grumbles.
“Seriously man, it’s awesome.”
Dean shakes him again. “C'mon it’s a supermoon lunar eclipse. Won’t get to see it again until 2033.”
Cas doesn’t move.
“I’ll make you some tea…” Dean bribes, and after a reluctant second, Castiel twists, frowns at Dean.
“This is important to you.” He observes.
Dean rubs a hand across the back of his neck, eyes falling away from Cas’. “Kinda.”
“Okay.” Castiel says, and he drags his weary body from the bed.
Several minutes later the two of them are wrapped up in a blanket, mug of tea warming Cas’ palm, and faces turned towards the sky.
“It is awesome.” Castiel agrees. He’s less prickly than he was just a few minutes ago and Dean wraps an arm around his shoulders, draws him in and kisses his temple.
For a moment they’re quiet. Crickets chirp, the wind runs through the air with a gentle hum, and the world feels still. Quiet.
Castiel takes a sip of his tea. “I didn’t know you were so interested in the moon.” He says, dark eyes swooping in Dean’s direction.
Dean shrugs, admits, “I was more interested in watching it with you.” His words are mumbled, but he knows Cas catches them anyway.
Cas smiles at him then, a brilliant flash of white, and it comes with that encompassing feeling of floating Dean gets every time Cas smiles at him like that.
“Shuddup.” Dean grumbles, smiling back.
“ I didn’t say anything.” Cas’ tone is innocent, but Dean knows better, and he reaches out to tug Cas’ face closer, slide their lips together in an easy kiss.
“Moon’s pretty cool though.” Dean says when both their attention is turned back towards the sky.
The further I get into my senior year, I realize I need to start thinking about what I need to move out next fall, and instead of keeping my packing list to myself, I decided I’d post it here for any other curious college bound seniors :)
*This is mostly what I think I’ll need, you may not need/want/be allowed to bring everything on this list and you may need more so use it as a reference*
Dry erase board
Cushion to desk chair
Jewelry/Makeup/Hair accessory storage/organizers
Curtain rod (if needed)
Foam mattress topper
Decorative lights (like Christmas lights)
Full length mirror
Photos and picture frames
A low maintenance plant
2 sets of bed sheets
Bobby pins/hair pins
Nail polish remover
4 bath towels
Feminine hygiene products
Broom or short-handled brush with dustpan
Clorox disinfecting wipes
Dish washing soap
All purpose cleaning spray
Window cleaner (the wipes are great!)
Storage for Bowls/plates etc.
Eating utensils and dishes
Water filter pitcher
Travel coffee mug
Plastic wrap or foil
Storage for folders/papers
Dry erase markers
College-rule line paper
Colored markers/pens/colored pencils
Stationary (for sending letters and thank you cards)
Pleasant Mornings | Bucky Barnes | Birthday fic for mattymattymerduck! ♥
Prompt: Mornings with Bucky were to be cherished. After all, things are never guaranteed to stay the same. That’s how life is, unfortunately. Not to mention, he gives the best kisses.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader , Steve Rogers x OC (Roslin Bellerose) but only if you squint
Genre: Romance, Fluff | Warning: None it’s really cute and I’m not sorry
Author’s note: I wanted to write something for @mattymattymerduck‘s birthday because she is precious and deserves something nice for all the amazing writing she does! Go check out her work, you won’t be disappointed!
Happy birthday! I hope you like it!
Cold metal fingers slowly traced down the curve of your back, eliciting a soft giggle from your plump lips as your eyes fluttered open, shifting on the bed as the cotton covers curled around your body, clinging to the curves and naked skin as you shifted onto your back. A smile crossed Bucky’s lips as his deep sapphire orbs softened on your form.
“Good morning.” You purred out, gazing over your shoulder at the man you were lucky enough to call your lover, messy tendrils falling into your face and over your soft, rosy cheeks. A warm palm cupped your cheek, tucking the soft locks behind your ear before he leaned down, pressing his lips gently against your own causing your eyes to close once more.
“Morning.” Bucky breathed out, parting from the soft kiss. All he wanted was to kiss you every second of the day. Your lips, God, your lips. So smooth and plump, fitting perfectly against his own. His heart fluttered underneath his chest as his human hand ran through the tousled locks, smoothing out the tangles before he shamelessly tugged you back into a passionate lip lock. You weren’t at all complaining.
A soft moan slipped past your connected lips before Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around your waist, instantly pulling your body flush against his own as the kiss deepened. Grinning against your lips, pearly white teeth nipped playfully at your bottom lip, making a laugh flutter past as noses bumped against one another.
The knocking fell on deaf ears as your hips straddled the soldiers hips, fingers running across the metal arm that was snugly wrapped around your waist, refusing to let you out of his grasp. Although it was pretty evident you weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh?” A playful and seductive voice fluttered through your ears, instantly breaking the connection of yours and Bucky’s lips. “It looks like they’re busy.”
Turning your head, you spotted the duel haired fox leaning against the door frame beside Steve, who looked equally as amused. A small grunt left Bucky’s lips, hating that the perfect moment was ruined by the patriotic couple. He couldn’t help but adore the blush that crossed the apples of your cheeks. The rosy color clashing with the color of your skin was gorgeous.
“Well, I guess we’ll leave you guys alone.” Steve interjected with a smile on his lips, his baby blues sparkling with mirth. “Have fun… fonduing.” He teased, turning his gaze towards Roslin, who smiled coyly.
“Remember to use protection, kids.” She purred out, winking before she slid the door closed behind her. The sound of heels disappeared, allowing you to breathe easier before a soft giggle slipped past your pink lips. A hand cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb against your flushed cheek before he pressed his forehead against your own and tilted in for another kiss.
“… I love you.” He mumbled out with a loving smile as he closed his eyes.
“I love you.”
Times like this reminded you that things were alright. Normal.