Mary: They were wonderful, usually well-behaved children. The moment Sam was born Dean was very focused on him, considering it his duty to protect him. But they were also often up to mischief and sometimes they fought over silly things. When John and I decided to have children, nobody knew how they would turn out - to bring together creation and destruction is common but can be risky. But somehow John and I are still alike and our children are perfect. I couldn’t have wished for better sons.
Dean: I think we had a normal and happy childhood. Dad was around all the time then. As children gods and humans are pretty much the same.
Steffi notes: I like drawing chubby little god babies.
It’s based on the song. So I did change some parts.
The snowstorm wailed outside, shards of ice and snow flinging themselves at the window. Fire crackling, curtains open to let the light from the Christmas lights outside shine through. The film came to an end, the credits rolling.
Bucky stood up, smiling at you, “Hot Chocolate?” He asked.
“I really can’t stay.” You said.
“Baby it’s cold outside.” Bucky said, his smile faltering a little.
“I’ve got to go away.” Reluctantly you stood.
“Baby it’s really cold outside.” Bucky insisted.
This evening has been, you thought.
“I’d been hoping that you’d drop in tonight.” Bucky said.
So very nice.
Bucky took your hands in his, the contrast of metal and flesh, “They’re just like ice.”
“My roommate will start to worry.”
Bucky smiled, “Beautiful, what’s your hurry?”
“She will be pacing the floor.” You said, a flicker of doubt in your words.
“Listen to the fireplace roar.” Bucky smirked.
“So really I’d better scurry.” You said absently.
“Beautiful, please don’t hurry.” He let your hand go, opening his arms wide.
“Maybe just a half a drink more.” You shrugged, the thought of hot chocolate so appealing at the moment.
“Put some records on while I pour.” You smiled at Bucky’s insistence to still call them records.
“The neighbors might think,” You thought aloud, drawing the curtains to keep the warmth in.”
“Baby, it’s bad out there!” Bucky called from the kitchen, bringing you hot chocolate in a large mug and cupping one for himself.
“Say, what’s in this drink?” You asked, it was one of the best you’d ever had.
Bucky merely smiled knowingly, continueing to convince you to stay. “No cabs to be had out there.” He said, meaning the blocked road.
I wish I knew how, You thought, wanting your lips on his.
Your eyes are like starlight now, Another thought interjected.
To break this spell.
I ought to say no, no, no
Mind if I move in closer? Bucky shifted closer to you, bringing the blanket over both your lower bodies.
At least I’m gonna say that I tried - What’s the sense in hurting his pride?
You leant your head against Bucky’s shoulder.
“I really can’t stay,” You whispered, now almost just as a joke.
“Ah, but it’s cold outside.” You said smirking, pressing your lips to Bucky’s cheek.
Bucky touched a finger to your cheek, gently and slowly turning your lips to his. A soft touch between you, gentle and lingering. You leaned into it, deepening it, you didn’t want to stop but you suddenly pulled away, shocked at yourself as you realised you hands had been pulling his shirt up.
“I’ve got to get home,” You said quickly.
“Oh, baby,” Bucky said sadly, “you’ll freeze out there.”
“Say, lend me your coat?” You asked.
“It’s up to your knees out there,” Bucky insisted, giving you his coat anyway.
“You’ve been amazing I just-” You gently touched his hand as a substitute for words.
Thrill when you touch my hand, Bucky thought.
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow, You thought.
“Think of my life long sorrow,” Bucky teased,
At least there will be plenty implied
“If you caught pneumonia and died.” Bucky said, extracting a small laugh from you.
“People will talk if I stay Bucky. They’ll say they won. You know they’ve made bets?”
Bucky laughed, “So what if they have?”
“They bet on how long before we got back together.”
“Well, maybe we should get back together. I still love you. I always have.”
You bit your lip, “I love you too but- I really can’t stay.”
“Please (Y/n)? I still have nightmares I-”
You turned away from the door, back to Bucky.
“Ah, but it’s cold outside.” You shrugged, pulling Bucky into a hug.
Bucky pressed his lips to your forehead gently.
“I missed you.”
I hate this. I hate it so much. It reminds me of my ex and I hate it so much. But the request idea was sweet just the way I wrote it was sickening and bleh.
I haven’t realized how many Winghashis I’ve drawn already till I started sorting my files today. Some of these are from depressing Afterlife au that we’re not talking about. Guest appearances of another bird dork baby and an Abe puppy.