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Castiel sleeps like the dead. It’s an unfortunate truth.
Dean rolls over only half awake because someone has stolen all the blankets, and he blindly seeks out warmth and comfort too early in the morning. Castiel is all but a statue beside him in bed though: on his back, comforter curled over his mouth with just his nose uncovered. He sleeps soundly and doesn’t stir when Dean nudges him, tries to squeeze his way under an arm or against his chest. Dean snuffles – not quite a whine – and Castiel goes so far as to kick him under the blankets, closing his eyes defiantly tighter.
“Sunday night I was taking a flight back from San Francisco to Toronto and was stopped by security and ordered into additional screening. Now this is nothing new to me, as I’m a brown dude who flies quite often and these types of extra screening and searchings are regular occurrences. In this specific case however I was asked to remove my turban so it could go through an additional extra check. my first inclination was to say nah, I had a flight to catch and taking off a turban and tying it back on before a flight would be inconvenient. I asked to have a pat down instead (i get my clothes patted down, and those too are made of cloth, never asked to remove those) the manager insisted that either I would take off my turban and or I would be escorted back into the public area and I could book a flight with a different airline or airport.
They provided a private screening room, and after they had done a complete body search and scanned my turban through another x-ray… they came back and told me I was good to go.
It was at this point I asked for a mirror to retie my turban again, because unlike a hat or a shoe, tying a turban back on takes time and skill (great skill, only the manliest of men know) plus I gotta make sure i look extra crispy and good ALWAYS (my motto in life, most of the time when I’m not lazy of course) The officials responded that they don’t provide mirrors and one of them had even told me to walk down the nearest bathroom at the other end of the terminal, in public, without my turban on. Which completely defeats the purpose of being in a private room in the first place… why “undress” me and then tell me to walk out “undressed” to the nearest bathroom to retie my turban again? The turban is a sign of royalty, respect, dignity, courage and has a huge significance for my people.
I followed all the security protocols, asked whatever they wanted me to do, the issue isn’t JUST with the fact that I was asked to remove the turban (however silly it still is) but with the lack of respect and insensitivity when I asked for a simple request like a mirror to tie it back on again.
you decide to play hookey from work for the day, and sleep in with your fiancé. you stay wrapped up in bed, tangled between the sheets later than you’d stay in even on weekends. she falls back asleep, and you are happy to be awake, resting with your future wife curled against you, while you delicately finger through her hair. when she wakes up again, you make her tea and waffles, that you almost burn because you’re so particularly lovestruck. she likes them extra crispy anyway.
This is my second year film here at CalArts. I was super lucky to have amazing original music and sound design by Paul Michael Cardon https://soundcloud.com/theotter, narration from the talented Nick D’Agostino, some absolutely beautiful set pieces fabricated by Ming-Huei Huang, and phenomenal props fabricated by my friends @birdbears and @kesiahmanival. Not to mention some much needed help 2D coloring from the great and wise Bryan Lee @tagawee.
Go ahead and click that little HD button at the bottom right and select 4K to watch it in extra crispy clear, beautiful high definition! Enjoy the show!!
Bucky and you have been best friends ever since you joined the avengers. You were a highly trained assassin and a science whiz. Half your time was spent in the lab and the other half, on the field. Immediately after joining the avengers over 2 years ago, you were drawn to Bucky and he was drawn to you. Soon enough he had opened up to you about all of the horrors that Hydra had put him through and you comforted him and assured him that you would always be there when he needed you.
Walking the hallways of Stark Tower always helped you relax after a nightmare. Sure, you had them but nothing near as bad as Bucky’s. They still left you staring at your ceiling until the sun peeked through your blinds. Last night was a particularly bad one and all you wanted to do was crawl next to Bucky and have his arm around you like you did for him so often when you heard his screams from across the hall.
It didn’t take you long after meeting Bucky to realize that you had feelings for him. You never acted on them because you knew he didn’t feel the same way about you. To him, you were just a friend. He was constantly flirting with other girls, having his one night stands run through the common areas in his clothes, going on dates and sharing all of the details during game night in the tower.
“Hey Y/N” you heard as you turned the corner into the kitchen.
“Hey Buck, why are you up so early?” you asked. The sun had just barely come up and you had been walking around the tower aimlessly for hours.
“Probably the same reason that you are” he smiled at you softly. You nodded in response and frowned at him a little. Your hand found its way onto his shoulder and you rubbed it softly, even the smallest touch between the two of you helping you relax.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“It was just the usual, nothing new.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to wake you” you said with a frown.
“You worry too much about me. I’m fine, I promise”
I was not okay. I had been in love with her ever since I first saw her. She was kind and compassionate. She was everything I’ve ever wanted. When she smiles it seems like everything that haunts my past, disappears for just a moment. She cares about me more than I thought anyone would ever be able to. I just can’t tell her how I feel. I don’t want to risk losing the friendship that we have. Anyway, she is always getting hit on and taken out on dates. I just take home random girls to mask my pain of seeing her with men who aren’t me. Whenever I bring girls back to the tower Y/N hardly even looks in my direction so she really must not feel anything other than friendly love towards me.
“I’m always going to worry about you Buck, you know that” Y/N said and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Yeah I guess there’s no getting rid of you, huh?” I wrapped my arm around her and she smiled into my chest. I could stay like this forever.
“So pancakes or waffles?” you said and slowly pulled away from Bucky.
“Hmm I’m thinking pancakes and maybe some bacon”
“I’m on it” you chuckled and reached up to ruffle his hair. He glared at you playfully as you walked toward the pantry to get all the ingredients you needed for breakfast.
The pancake batter sizzled as it met the pan and you could hear Bucky shuffling behind you as you cooked. Soon enough you heard soft music floating through the kitchen and turned quickly to smile at Bucky. The music was timeless and the piano melody is what you imagined Bucky would listen to as a child. Your hips began to sway back and forth to the beat as you placed the bacon in the skillet.
As the first song ended and the next began Bucky came up behind you and placed his chin on the top of your head. His soft humming vibrated in your stomach and chest. Gosh, everything this man did made you fall farther in love with him. He had no idea what he did to you. You flipped over the bacon with your right hand and Bucky took your left in his.
He spun you around to face him and his metal hand sat gently on your hip while his right grasped your hand. Buck led you around the room in slow circles and gazed just above your eyes the whole time; never meeting them. The next song started and it was a tune that you recognized. You hummed along just as Bucky was a few minutes ago. Bucky’s eyes met yours and he grinned. He rested his chin on top of your head once again and hummed with you.
A sudden beeping alerted both of you to the smoke rising from the stove. You both jogged to the bacon and you quickly removed the pan from the heat. Bucky burst out laughing and after overcoming your shock, you joined him.
“Oh my God Y/N” he wheezed between chuckles. His hand was still clutching yours from when you were dancing and he was bent over at the waist nearly in tears from laughing so hard.
“Buck, you good?” you joked with him while also being bent over trying to catch your breath.
“I don’t know. Did the bacon survive?” he smirked at you.
“Only if you like it extra crispy which I know you do.”
“Doll, you know me too well” Bucky smiled and grabbed a slice off the pan.
You both got yourselves settled with some breakfast and the music still played in the background. It was around 8 am now and you could hear some of the other avengers shuffling around their rooms. Your phone alerted you to a text with a loud ding and you reached for it with a mouth full of pancakes.
* Hey there gorgeous. What are u up to today? :)*
It was from that security guy downstairs, Kevin, who had asked for your number last week. He constantly tried to make conversation with you whenever you left or entered the building. Sometimes you humored him but you were never really interested. Obviously, you were too in love with Bucky to be interested in anyone except for Bucky.
You decided to go with a short response in hopes of him taking your hint and leaving you alone to pine after a man who didn’t love you.
“Who was it?” Buck questioned.
“Oh that security guard, Kevin. He just asked what I was up to today and called me pretty” you chuckled at him and rolled your eyes when you told him the part about Kevin calling you pretty. Bucky didn’t chuckle along with you, in fact his smile faded all together. It was replaced with a scowl and his eyebrows scrunched together. If you were being honest, he looked a little jealous. But that must’ve just been your imagination letting you see what you wish was real.
“I don’t like that guy much. You shouldn’t be hanging out with him if you ask me”, Bucky grumbled out.
“Well, I didn’t ask you but I’ll take your opinion into consideration”, you joked with him. His stoney looked faded away to be replaced with a small smile.
“But if you really don’t want me hanging out with him that much, I won’t”, you stated matter of factly and plucked your phone back out of your pocket.
*On second thought, I have plans today*
“There it’s settled. Now, what do you want to do today?”, You beamed down at Bucky from where you were standing.
“Wait, you’re serious? Just like that, no more Kevin?”, he grinned.
“Yup, no more Kevin”
This woman was maddening.
“Didn’t you like him at all? You did give him your number” I asked trying to contain my joy that she would rather spend time with me than that douchebag of a security guard. I saw the way that he looked her up and down when her back was turned. It made me want to poke his eyes out so he wouldn’t have anything left to objectify her with.
“Nah I wasn’t really all that fond of him. I could tell he was kind of a sleaze ball. And besides you know you are just about my favorite person on the planet, so I’d much rather hang out with you” I could hardly contain my smile. There was something strange in the expression on her face. It was like she didn’t mean to be saying these things out loud. As if she was sharing a secret. This sparked a hope in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. A hope that maybe she loved me back.