remember when you said that you get food stuck in your beard when it gets too long

for @loveallmyotpswaytoomuch <3

If you’d ever be around a small town called Heavensville, and you were to ask for the best bakery in town, everyone within a few miles would tell you to go to Dean’s Doughy Delights. There was no better bakery than this, and you’d never meet a sweeter man. 

You could find Dean in his bakery, selling cookies and bread and pies and cakes, or in the kitchen behind the bakery, baking delicious goods all by himself. It was quite a large store for only one man since Dean was alone, and it was more than enough to keep him busy every day. You’d wonder if Dean ever rested because it seemed like he never did, but he always smiled and always laughed and seemed never tired of his job.
One look at him would tell you that his soul was good. His eyes were bright, his nose was covered in freckles, his teeth white and his smile charming. You wouldn’t call him heavy or fat, but his body showed he tasted plenty of his own pies. But like Dean said himself, ‘a baker needs his love handles to show how good his products are’. And he was right.

On a quiet Monday, Dean was busy in his kitchen, like any other day, kneading the dough with his large hands filled with skill. His fingers stuck to the dough just enough and he hummed a song, moving around his beloved kitchen to get some flour, squeezing himself in between two piles of boxes with decoration he hadn’t unpacked yet. He was just busy making one of his beloved pecan pies, unknowing that his life was about to change.

He heard a sound from inside the store, a thump. He put down his dough, rinsed his hands under the tap and grabbed a towel. The red blush from hard work on his freckled cheeks contrasted with the white flour on his apron, but he cared about neither. While still drying his hands, he pushed the swinging door open with his back and walked into the store.

There was a man standing in his store, unlike anyone else. Next, to the dirty clothes, the man’s hair seemed long and unkempt, alike the dark beard. But most of all, he stood behind the display and was holding a cream roll in one hand, and a partly eaten slice of one of the freshly baked pies. On the counter lay several loaves of bread hastily pushed into a brown bag.

The man stared at Dean with large, frightened eyes and swallowed, but didn’t say anything.

“So,” Dean said. He was used to getting strangers in his bakery, but not strangers who stole his goods. “… I guess I’ll call the police, then.”

“Please,” the man choked. His voice sounded like gravel, but his eyes were warm and begging. “I- I can explain, don’t… Don’t call the police.”

“Alright,” Dean said to the other’s surprise and he put down the towel. “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now. Give me a reason to not call the police.” Dean was known for his kindness, but this man either hadn’t heard of it or hadn’t believed because he seemed to be too confused to answer for a moment.

“I- I… I saw your advertisement.” He said hastily once he seemed to find his speech back. “About needing help.”

Dean had put up a little note on his bakery’s window, asking for assistance, but no one seemed in need of a job.

“Well… I didn’t really mean stealing my food.” Dean frowned.

“I’m sorry, sir, I am… I wanted to walk in here and ask about the vacancy, but then I walked in and… Everything seemed so delicious and- I-” The man looked down to his feet. “I haven’t eaten in four days. I think I lost control when I saw all of this displayed and…”

“Sit down,” Dean demanded and grabbed one of the small, plastic chairs at the side and pulled the table along. “Sit down and finish your food. I’ll get you some water as well, I’ll make you a proper sandwich as well and then we’ll talk.”

When the man had settled and was wolfing down on his food, Dean sat on the other plastic chair and watched. He’d closed the shop so they wouldn’t get interrupted. This was important, the guy was starving and he, Dean, had food enough. Never would he have anyone starve if he could help it.

“Alright, first of all, I’m Dean.”

“Castiel.” The man blinked. “It’s nice to meet you, Dean.”

“Likewise.” Dean gave Castiel a gentle smile. “Alright, buddy, tell me.” He continued, moving forward a little. “How did you end up here, like this?”

Castiel took a sip of his second glass of water. Now he’d eaten a little, he spoke more.

“I lost my job in my hometown last week,” he told, “… I worked at my mother’s restaurant, but I wasn’t good enough and since I’m her only son who isn’t religious… I was kicked out first.” He shrugged softly. “I lost everything that day. So I walked, and walked, and searched for work, but no one wants a man with nothing to give. And today I ended up here, and then…” He nodded at the almost finished sandwich Dean prepared for him. “I was very hungry.”

“Jesus, man, your mom’s one hell of a… ya know.” Dean huffed, then held up his hands. “Sorry, but it’s gotta be said.”

Castiel gave him a careful smile. “You’re the first person I tell this. The first I really talk to.”

Dean observed Castiel in silence. There was something about him he couldn’t quite place, something graceful and warm, something that told him whatever would happen, he would never forget Castiel.

“You could work here,” Dean offered. Castiel almost dropped his food.

“What? You wouldn’t… I stole your food.”

“Not really,” Dean pointed out. “And… I know how it is to be hungry.” He confessed, giving Castiel a slow nod. “You’re living on the edge, man, and if I can pull you back to solid ground I’m happy to do so. Plus, I could really use that help and you said you used to work in a restaurant.”

“Correct.” Castiel shrugged, not quite sure if Dean was making a good decision yet. “But remember that I have no papers, no clothes, let alone a house or a place to sleep. I’m not the most beneficial employee one could imagine.”

“I don’t care,” Dean shrugged because he simply didn’t care if he was beneficial or not. “I live upstairs. You can get a shower and a few hours of sleep, I’ll get you some money ahead to fix you some clothes and necessities and we’ll find a way to make it work.”

“I… I can’t-” Castiel took a breath. “I can’t accept your offer, Dean, it’s too big… too generous.”

“Well, if you don’t take my offer, I’ll have no choice but to call the police.” He raised his eyebrows at Castiel. Dean knew he’d never report him if he declined, but Castiel nodded.

“That’s comprehensible. I… I will accept it, then. There is no way I can thank you for your generosity.”

Dean’s chuckle created dimples in his cheeks.

“None of that, Cas. Well, let’s get you all fixed up first. I’ll show you the bathroom so you can shower.”

Dean walked upstairs and Castiel, still a little hesitant, followed upstairs.

If you’d ever be around a small town called Heavensville, and you were to ask for the best bakery in town, everyone within a few miles would tell you to go to Dean’s Doughy Delights & Castiel’s Crunchy Cookies. Dean wasn’t alone anymore. With him was Castiel. The two of them put love in all they did and shared it with the people who came to them. For both knew that a simple, generous gesture, could change anyone’s life for good.

From the Ashes, I am Anew || I

[A/N: I have been working on this for three days. I am in love with the concept. It’s not Lance-centric, but I’m glad it isn’t? I also have another idea in the works for this boy here.

Preview:  Was it just a dream? Keith thought to himself, his eyes blinking open. His head hurt, as did his lungs. Was it just a hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen? Or did he really burn in the fire? If so, why was he in what appeared to be a hospital? Was this what the afterlife was like? The door to his room opened, causing his attention to shift from his thoughts to the doctor that had appeared. “Oh,” he rasped, his voice rough - likely from smoke inhalation. Perhaps he wasn’t dead after all.

Part I

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"Song For When You Want To Say I Love You But You Can't"

This song is the epitome of Let’s write a love song to each other about how we can’t say we love each other.

This song is exactly what it says. How to say I love you, when you can’t. They wrote it to and for each other as a celebration of the love they share for one another. A love that they can’t fully admit to the outside world, maybe can’t even admit behind closed doors. But upon listening to this song, we both realized there is a lot that alludes to their shared life. There are so many references to their relationship and the things they have experienced in their thirty plus years together. We theorize that they are singing to each other, not these ‘imaginary’ women. This analysis is highly subjective, but we need to note that Rhett and Link’s  inspiration draws from their shared past. We will attempt to deconstruct these lyrics, connect said lyrics to their combined past and illustrate how this song is indeed about their love for one another. Let’s do that.

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Truth Is Now Acceptable

Pairing: none

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could i request a oneshot with an ftm reader who is drummer of mcr? where he comes out to the whole band and they all receive it well and cuddles ensue? xx”

“You cut your hair,” Ray noticed as he brushed past you on the tour bus, trying to reach the cabinet where the band kept their food,  so he could have breakfast before you arrived at the next venue.

“…..Yeah,” you shrugged vaguely.

“Well, I like it,” Ray smiled. “I think the pixie cut thing suits you a lot more than long hair, anyway.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back, unsure whether to say more. The haircut was the first step in the beginning of something you’d wanted, but been terrified, to do for a long time now. If your friend and bandmate was accepting of this first change, that was a good sign….right?

Better be brave, you decided, and move on to phase two.

“Is Frank awake yet?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Frank mumbled sleepily as he got out of his bunk. “Shit, where are we playing today?”

“Chicago, I think?” you shrugged. You’d had a lot more on your mind last night than the upcoming concert.

Maybe I should have rehearsed my drumming more, you thought with a hint of self-doubt. Is it selfish of me to do this now, when it could distract from my music career? If what I’m about to do causes drama within the band, how are we going to perform together?

“Anyway, Y/N, why were you looking for me?” Frank wondered.

“Oh…..um…..” Maybe I should just forget about it, you thought with a frown. You could wear the skirt that’s been your ‘uniform’ for this whole tour one more night. You were used to living a lie.

No, you thought. The dysphoria it gives me is too damn much. You told yourself, firmly, to man up.

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The Surprise Visit

Part Five (1,605 words)

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It hadn’t taken long for Cas and Bobby to find your house and for everyone to settle around the dining table, enjoying the meal you and Sam had created. To your left, Dean sat with Mary completely ignoring his own plate as he helped Mary with hers in attempt to make less mess. He was hilariously failing at that. Bobby sat directly opposite you, devouring his meal. Every now and then a small groan of happiness escaped his lips making you wonder how it had been since someone had cooked him a good home made meal. Then finally to your right were Sam and Cas. Obviously being an angel Cas wasn’t eating, he was simply staring around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Sam on the other hand was picking at his plate, pleased that everyone was enjoying the food he had made. His eyes every so often flickering to Dean and Mary in front of him, a huge smile on his face at the sight. The group’s laughter floated around the house and you couldn’t help but sigh in complete bliss. When Bobby and Castiel had arrived Mary was just as excited to meet them as she had been with Sam and Dean. Her little eyes almost popped out of her head when Castiel had told her she could call him Uncle Cas if she wished, an offer she took up straight away, excited to have gained two Uncles that she could now play with not just one. Bobby had suggested the same, but Mary didn’t seem to like the idea of that. In her words, Bobby’s beard was too grey and he was too old to be an Uncle. After gaining a few laughs, Mary insisted that she call him Grampa Bobby, something she stuck by even after you explained that he definitely wasn’t her grandfather. Despite your protests, Mary continued to call him it and much to your surprise Bobby was fine to go along with it, stating that it would be his honour. If you were honest, the whole scene had made you cry causing the rest of the group to make fun of you.

After dinner was finished and everything was cleared away. Mary made everyone sit around the living room floor with her and participate in a tea party. She made sure everyone was included with their own individual plastic tea cups and pretend pieces of cake. You were pretty sure that the sight of four strong men sitting in a circle would have looked hilarious to outsiders. After an hour, it was eventually time for Mary’s bath, something Dean offered to help you with. He laughed happily alongside you as she slashed about in the water, bubbles flying everywhere as she successfully drenched both you.

When it was her bed time, Mary made sure that she said goodnight to everyone one, her little arms clinging around their necks as she hugged them. You were pleasantly surprised when you were about to read her a bed time story and she insisted Dean do it instead. You stayed to listen to him as he voiced the characters in different tones to make her laugh. It had only been a few hours, but you could tell Dean was going to be fantastic Dad. From the moment they’d met, Dean had been extremely good with her, something that had taken you back slightly. When the story was finished, you kissed her forehead good night and joined the others downstairs. However Dean stayed at her bedside, watching over her until she fell asleep.

When he eventually joined the rest of you, you automatically handed him a beer, already slipping back into old habits. It was then that the five of you really talked. You told them everything about your life since you’d come to town. You told them about Amelia and Millie and everything you could think of about Mary. In return they told you about everything that happened while you had been gone. Your heart was in throat when you learnt about the Leviathan’s and how everyone just about escaped with their lives despite the fact Bobby had been shot and Dean and Cas had been dragged to purgatory. You listened to the intense story of how they both eventually found their way out surprising with no help from Sam who chosen to stick to promise he had made with Dean. You wondered how you would have managed to cope if you had decided to stay with a hospitalised Bobby, a missing Cas and Dean and an awl Sam. Eventually the night came to an end when Bobby let out a loud yawn.

“Well I don’t know about you guys but I’m beat so maybe it’s time to head off.” He suggested, shifting the cap on his head.

“Did you guys find somewhere earlier?” Sam looked between the angel and the old hunter, not quite ready to leave yet.

“Well no, the places we tried were fully booked, but there’s some on the other side of town we could try?” Cas asked, remembering some of the motels they had passed when they first came into town.

“You could always stay here?” All four eyes snapped to you in surprise, but they all seemed grateful for the offer.

“You sure?” Dean smile was already big at the thought of getting to spend even more time with Mary. Even if you weren’t sure you could never say no to that.

“Yeah, Bobby can take the spare room next to Mary’s. Cas doesn’t sleep so he isn’t a problem. You can take the sofa and Sam can bunk with me.”

“How come Sam gets to bunk with you?” The question slipped from his lips before he really thought about how it sounded. A blush crept up on his cheeks as he realised it was way too late to take it back now.  

“Because I don’t think she wants to share with me son.” Bobby laughed, attempting to draw away from the awkwardness that had been created.

“Dean has a point, maybe you two should share you have things to talk about.” If looks could kill, you would have murdered Sam at the very moment.

“Sam!” You hadn’t expected him to be the one pushing this.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know it makes sense, you guys need privacy to make some big decisions.” No matter how much you wanted to fight it you knew he was right, you and Dean need this talk no matter how much you tried to put it off. Bobby patted each of the boys on the shoulder as he said goodnight, planting a kiss on your head before following your directions to the spare room. When Bobby had gone, Castiel explained that he would spend the night doing something more productive than simply waiting for everyone to wake up and disappeared within a blink of any eye. You made sure Sam had everything he would need to be comfortable for the night before making your way to your bedroom with Dean. Once the both of you change, you slipped between the sheets.

“So.” The single word that had come from your mouth made things even more awkward, not that you thought that was possible. You never imagine in a million years that you would be sharing your bed with Dean Winchester again.

“We have to talk about what’s going to happen when I leave here.” Dean cut straight to the point, he didn’t want to dance around the fact that he would only be here for a few days before leaving again.

“Well you’re welcome to come by and see Mary whenever you want.” However the look on his face told you that a simple drop by now and then wasn’t enough for him.

“I want you guys to move into the bunker with us.” Dean had decided not to ask, but simply state what he wanted instead. His words surprised you; you should have seen it coming.

“No way Dean.” How could he possibly think that you would up root your life to move into some mysterious bunker after struggling to keep your daughter away from the supernatural world all this time?

“Why the hell not?” Dean was clearly offended that you had shut down his idea without any consideration.

“Did you not listen to anything I said earlier? There is absolutely no way that Mary is ever going near anything supernatural, including that bunker.” You continued to protest against the idea. The guys had told you everything about their newly found home from the men of letters legacy to the demon dungeon. “And I’m sticking by that Dean.” He was about to argue back when the bedroom door creaked open, the hallway light spilling onto the carpet.

“Mommy? Daddy?” Her small voice echoed through the room as her feet padded across to the bed.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” All the anger you had felt moments ago washed away as concern overwhelmed you and you pulled her up on the bed.

“I had a nightmare, the monster got me.” She sniffled a sob as she crawled onto Dean’s lap, burying her tear stained face into his chest.

“Oh honey its ok, Mommy and Daddy here now, I’ll fight away all the monsters.” A smile appeared on your lips at his sentence. You weren’t sure if it was because it was incredibly sweet or because it was stupidly ironic.

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” She looked up at you through wet eyelashes.

“Of course you can baby girl.” You scooted over, allowing her room to slide in-between you both. Dean placed a kiss on her forehead before settling back down, within minutes her she fell back asleep, nestled into his right arm. However none of this could make you forget the conversation that had been taking place before Mary had appeared.

You and Dean had a lot to talk about.

Part Six

a/n: I wrote this back in November and at the time I intended it to be longer but I like it as is and I don’t want to ruin that so I’m going to post it now (i may regret this decision so there may be a second part to this). It was lowkey inspired by There Is by Box Car Racer. Feedback is cool if you’re so inclined :-)  wc: 1010 / masterlist

“Babe, I’m hungry,” Luke’s voice was a shallow whine in your ear, gruff from the nap he was not long awake from. “Let’s get food, forget about that.” He leaned down to nudge his nose against your jaw, trying to distract you from the roughly folded pages you’d found among the mess of clothes in his suitcase, your name clearly printed in the corner.

His teeth fiddled with the black loop curving through the pink of his bottom lip, an exaggerated sigh huffing between his lips while you read. The loose grip of your fingers between his tightened and you lifted your joined palms to drop them back against his chest, “Shh, don’t distract me.”

“You really don’t have to read it…” He trailed off, glancing at you when you rolled your head to the side to look at him; lopsided smile sitting nervously on his face obstructed by his teeth hard against his bottom lip.

“Luke,” Your voice was stern but your eyes soft, ruining the toughness you were trying to exude. “Just shut up and let me finish.”

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A Day In the Life Of Thranduil

“Ugh.” Thranduil groaned as Bard’s alarm started blaring from the other side of the bed. “Please shut that damn thing up.”

But Bard never did, he was usually up and out of bed before his alarm went off and he always forgot to turn the damn alarm off before he wandered into the bathroom.

Or the bastard just thought it was hilarious to leave it going when Thranduil could have at least and other half hour in bed.

(Okay that was a lie Thranduil was always late to work).

Thranduil whined and grumbled to himself as he rolled out of bed, he was completely devoid of his usual elegance in the mornings and staggered over to turn the bloody alarm off. At least it wasn’t as bad as the way Bard insisted on getting up before noon on the weekends, honestly it was like he didn’t know the weekends were for.

Although having said that he had never failed to reappear when Thranduil was finally waking up, mischievous glint in his eye as he slipped back into bed for some sleepy morning sex.

So maybe he did know what weekends were for after all.

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