Hey all Happy Pride, men who are attracted to women are still nasty and don’t belong within 9474749 feet of wlw gatherings even if he’s your precious hubby and your favorite person in the whole wide world and “ohhhhhhh but he’s so accepting bc he loves lesbian porn!”
One of my girls broke up with her long term boyfriend and she’s so low. So I’ve arranged a gathering this evening. She thinks it’s just me coming to visit her, but instead there’s a few of us, all coming with a dish of home cooked food, snacks and a bottle! You think my friend can stay sad for long? Not around me! Tonight we’re going to remind her why she’s GREAT!
Pssst we always talk about Rhodey being the second adoptive Uncle to the kids Tony’s collected (Peter, Harley), but what about the kids we know Colonel James “Rhodey” Rhodes collected? Rhodey “this drunk fourteen year old is great he’s mine now” Rhodes? Rhodey “I just want you to live up to your full potential” Rhodes?
I picture Rhodey with a gaggle of younger Black Air Force kids who he’s taken under his wing because it was /hard/ to rise in the ranks as a Black man, and Rhodey is not going to let that happen to his kids. Kids who are smart, are funny, are courageous and loyal, are amazing pilots and engineers and technicians and what have you, all of them got somehow found by James Rhodes and are just forever Colonel Rhodes’ bunch.
He checks up on them. He invites them over when they have leave if they don’t have families to return to. He sends them Christmas cards. This years’ card has Tony and Rhodey on the couch in dumb hats and the bots in the background, also in dumb hats, and it’s a photo FRIDAY took of them all.
Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
In fact, they start to have the opposite effect
Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
But Sirius notices
Merlin Sirius notices
It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight
Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head.
After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares
Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification.
Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist
By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy
He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom
He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment
Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
“You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
“Tell me.” He growled.
When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
“I can take it.” He said, lowly
Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body
“It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
“You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
“…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
“What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze.
Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
“You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.
“Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point.
Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
“Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
“You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin.
“Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
“Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck.
“You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?”
Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
“Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
your typical soulmate au where a tattoo of your soulmate’s name appears on your xth birthday
person A is convinced that person B will be their soulmate
A wakes up on their xth birthday and is bitterly disappointed that it’s not B
it’s gotta be B’s relative or something though because they have the same last name?? but A has been to basically every family gathering and never even heard of this person, who the fuck is this soulmate and do they even exist
A never shares this with B because they don’t want to be embarrassed/it’s not really socially unacceptable to share your soulmate’s name before you find them/whatever
cue n years of angst
B comes out as trans/nb/genderqueer/other and changes their name
their new name matches A’s tattoo, A is overjoyed, all the feels
the radiant soft
pink glow on his skin he always gets (mostly those adorable cheeks) when he’s
cosy and warm in Even’s arms under their duvet
discussions about anything and everything, what they’re gonna do that day, how
their homework is going, when they’re next visiting parents. just cosy domestic
stuff that Even loves.
breakfasts, sometimes over their second hand kitchen table and sometimes in bed,
where they share sleepy smiles and nudge each other’s knees playfully while
around their flat (if you could even call it that), as close together as two
people could possibly be, the sides of their heads resting together and their
arms wrapped like vines around the others waist just listening to each others
breathing and their hearts beat because neither of them are awake enough to
Isak whining that
they don’t need to get out of bed and meaning Even sets alarms ten minutes
earlier now to accommodate Isak’s need for snuggle time
half arsing dinner
and just ordering take out or giving up with it all together because they just
want to lie down and recharge from the day’s events and how bad can it be to
skip a dinner here or there
Isak falling asleep
literally anywhere if he’s tired enough. over the kitchen table, sat in the
school cafeteria, that one time Isak had been in the shower too long for even a
17 year old boy and Even went in to check on him and it turned out Isak had sat
down under the shower and fallen asleep there despite (or maybe because of?)
the warm water raining down on him
when Isak’s tired
his brain gets things muddled up and his sentences sometimes come out backwards
and he doesn’t even realise (like the time he asked Even if he’d homework’d his
finish and Even said he didn’t study Finnish and they both stared at each other
in confusion for a solid 60 seconds). most of the time Even can figure out what
he means thankfully
experiences with Tired™ Isak:
Isak getting overly
emotional about everything, with all logic going out the window. homework unfinished? Isak is psyching himself out
into thinking he’s going to fail all his classes. Even looked at him strangely?
Even is realising Isak is a mess and he doesn’t have time for him. Isak burns
dinner? he’s an impossible human being it’s no wonder his family fell apart
when he can’t even cook a simple omelette. you get the idea.
Isak’s temper going
from 0-50000 real quick. but his face always crumples before he’s even finished
snapping and snarling (or shouting on the odd occasion)
having to wrap Isak
up in so many layers and blankets because when he’s tired Isak cannot keep the
cold from his bones and constantly shivers and shakes even when it’s a warm day
holding Isak close
in the small hours of the morning while he tries to sleep, rubbing Isak’s back
and stroking his curls and sometimes even rocking him gently, just wanting to
help his exhausted boy sleep
the few times it got
so bad that Even woke up to Isak shaking against him trying not to cry and when
Even gathered him closer still his heart breaking when the tears spilt over
Isak’s cheeks and he choked out I just
want to sleep
terrifying night that Even can’t think about even now without breaking into a
sweat. he’d woken up to the sound of retching and stumbled across to their
small bathroom and found Isak hugging porcelain with a half empty bottle of
sleeping pills on the floor.
for a wild second
Even thought it was a suicide attempt and he was horrified that he’d missed
warning signs that weren’t there, but when he dropped to his knees Isak choked
out an apology and the tears spilled over (whether it was from the stress of
vomiting or the emotional strain is still unknown) and he kept repeating that
he was so tired and he just wanted to sleep. that was when Even took matters
into his own hands and made Isak a doctor’s appointment
the many a night
that Even woke up and through bleary eyes saw Isak lying awake next to him just
staring blindly up at the ceiling
Isak not being mentally
present at all for short stretches of time. sometimes he’ll even space out
midsentence, to the extent that Even’s wondered if maybe Isak is having absent
seizures rather than just being too exhausted to function
so i knew moana was great about hiring south pacific actors but i just found out that alan tudyk (who they were reluctant to cast but eventually gave the bit part of the rooster) is the only actor in the film with no polynesian descent????? and now i’m crying????? please let every movie with poc characters from here on out take a note from moana’s book
Summary: Y/N surprises Jimin on tour, and Namjoon lets her know some things about her boyfriend
Includes: thigh riding, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (reader receiving), and breath play
A/N: My longest scenario yet! I’m pretty proud of the length of it! I hope you enjoy it! ~Admin Unnie
“Thanks again for helping me plan this, Namjoon.”
You said as he led you to their waiting room. There was an hour before they
went on stage in Anaheim, and you were on your way to surprise your boyfriend,
Jimin. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks since he left for the tour, and you
were missing him. Namjoon was more than willing to help when you called him.
“No problem. We couldn’t book an extra hotel room
for you because one: Jimin would get suspicious and two: if anyone else were to
find out, it would start a lot of rumors and drama about who the extra room was
for. Although, I’m sure it shouldn’t be a problem for you to share a room with
Jimin at all.” He winked at you
before stopping in front of the waiting room door.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You
could feel your cheeks heating up, as you were about 90% sure he was referring
to you guys having sex, which you thought you had been doing good about keeping
quiet about. You didn’t even know if the other guys knew you were having sex
with Jimin yet.
“I’m sure you don’t. I just know Jimin’s been
asking me some…interesting questions about what you guys may or may not get up
to in private.” He moved to open the door, but you grabbed his wrist, stopping
“He’s been asking questions? Like what?” You were
still flustered and embarrassed due to what you two had just been talking
about, but now you were curious.
“Just stuff like what he could do to spice things
up and tips on how to make things more enjoyable for you.” Namjoon said, slight
smirk on his face as he could see you were flustered over the whole ordeal.
“Can we just, act like we never had this
conversation, and get on with surprising Jimin?” You asked, since you had no
reason to be having this conversation with Namjoon anymore.”
“As you wish.” He opened the door, still keeping
you hidden from view. “I hope everyone’s decent, because I have a little
surprise for you.” Namjoon stepped aside to let you in the room.
“Y/N!” Everyone called out in greeting, as a fluff
ball appeared in your vision and brought you into a tight hug.
“I’ve missed you, jagi!” Jimin says into your neck
as you hug him back. He pulls back and pecks your cheek. “What are you doing
here?” He asked, not letting go of your hand as he pulled you over to the
corner of the room where you guys could cuddle without the others teasing you.
“I wanted to surprise you.” You said as you leaned
over to kiss him on the lips. “But I do have something I want to talk to you
about. Not here, but later, after the concert.”
It was a little after midnight when you guys
finally made it back to the hotel. You bid the other members goodbye as Jimin
led you to his, now your shared, room. “What did you want to talk about?” He
asked as he swung your linked hands between the two of you, still energized
after the show they just performed.
“How often do you talk about our sex life to the other
guys?” Jimin stopped right in front of the door, shocked at your question.
“Namjoon’s already told me about your ‘questions’.”
You cut him off. He pulled out his room key, and you can see his hand shaking
slightly, obviously nervous over the fact that you know.
“What did he tell you?” Jimin asked as he led you
into the room, turning the light on as he closed the door.
“Nothing much, just that you had asked for some
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand
over his face. “I’m sorry, I know it’s personal and private, but-“
“It’s okay. I’m not mad.” You say as you stand
directly in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jimin began
playing with the hem of the dress you were wearing, still not wanting to make
eye contact just in case you were lying about being mad. “But I am curious
about what tips he gave you.”
He looked up at you, and you noticed a certain
glint in his eyes that only came out for special occasions. “Are you sure you
want to know?” You nod as you lean down to kiss him. He places his hands on
your hips as he deepens the kiss.
Introverts are notoriously small talk-phobic, as they find idle chatter to be a source of anxiety, or at least annoyance. For many quiet types, chitchat can feel disingenuous.
“Let’s clear one thing up: Introverts do not hate small talk because we dislike people,” Laurie Helgoe writes in “Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life Is Your Hidden Strength.” “We hate small talk because we hate the barrier it creates between people.”
2. You go to parties -– but not to meet people.
If you’re an introvert, you may sometimes enjoy going to parties, but chances are, you’re not going because you’re excited to meet new people. At a party, most introverts would rather spend time with people they already know and feel comfortable around. If you happen to meet a new person that you connect with, great — but meeting people is rarely the goal.
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He was immortal. And he hated. it. And he hated that he hated it. Hated that he’d become the thing he never wanted to be, a burden to his brother, a source of pain and suffering, a prison. Hated that if he’d had a choice, he would have said no. Hated that he was grateful he hadn’t had a choice, because he wanted to live, even if he didn’t deserve to.
“Y/F/N?“ Upon hearing your name, you gazed up and made eye contact with your teacher.
"Present.” Sighing after he had moved on from you, you quickly snapped your eyes towards the scrunched up paper sitting before you. You really had no interest in opening it as you knew the general message but with the burning stare at the back of your head, you gave in and slowly reached for it.
Upon opening the note, you were greeted with the typical message you tend to receive at least once a week.
'You’re still here? Wow what a stubborn bitch.‘
Whipping your head around to glare at the culprit, you found her simply smirking back at you.
She sat back satisfied with her daily deed done. Making people miserable is something she practically lived for, so you weren’t all too surprised. The sad thing was, you both were the best of friends back at the beginning of middle school and, as cliche as it sounds, it all changed when you reached high school. From the age of 12, cheesy promises to remain best friends were made and upon reaching the age of 16 it was all thrown away.
To put it simply, Hye Mi was a bitch. A big one. She wasn’t always but when she began to value boys over friendship, something was bound to go wrong.
And it did.
It took no more than a week for her to drop you and develop the handy trait of bitch. She found new friends and apparently expanded her vocabulary as proven with the impressive handful of insults she directed at you and many other innocent students.
Her main target was always you and it seemed like it would be for the rest of high school. She revelled in making your blood boil.
But you were not a weak girl, god no. Despite you being seemingly someone who is easy to pick on, you always stood your ground no matter who it was and that sometimes was your downfall, as your anger got you into bad situations every now and then.
“Right! It’s the end of the lesson, you are all dismissed. Don’t forget to bring in your slips of approval for the upcoming school trip. Jeon Jungkook, don’t you dare move from that spot!"
A groan escaped said boys lips as he slumped back into his seat.
Jeon Jungkook. The schools 'bad boy’. The type to uselessly skip and sleep through lessons but manage to get the top grades in the class and linger outside in alleyways fighting with other school gangs or smoke with his friends.
You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to sneak out of the class. Same routine almost everyday. Gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag, you stood from your seat and began making your way towards the door. Except a figure stood in your way.
"Get out of my way Hye Mi.”
She simply tilted her head whilst twisting a brunette lock of hair. Her brows furrowed whilst she looked you up and down and then proceeded to snicker.
"I see you’re still planning to become a nun, what with your skirt hanging low.“
Her ditsy friends giggled at her cringe worthy insult, boosting her ego and pride. You glanced down at your skirt that rested a few centimetres above your knees.
"Just because I don’t have my skirt riding up my ass like you doesn’t mean I’m going to become a nun. Plus, at least nuns have some self respect. You should learn from them.”
A deep chuckle resonated from the back of the room and you noticed Hye Mi widen her eyes at the sound. Her cheeks began to burn crimson at the sound of Jungkooks laugh. You barged past her having said all you needed to and headed towards the lockers. Once you had finished up, you shut your locker and was greeted with an annoyingly familiar figure.
You let out a dramatic sigh. "Go away, Jin Soo. I don’t want to see you.”
Another person you disliked was Jin Soo and what are the odds that he likes to make your life difficult too?
"You know if you weren’t so bitchy we could have actually been friends.“ You scowled at the sentence. He can’t be serious.
"Maybe I wouldn’t be so bitchy if you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to play with me and proceed to embarrass me In front of the whole school.” Back in 10th grade when you had lost Hye Mi, you seeked comfort and coincidentally Jin Soo came along. After stringing you along for a whole 2 months, he made a scene in the school lunch hall, yelling about how he 'didn’t appreciate the stalking’ and how he 'doesn’t want to come over when your parents were gone’. That gave everyone a reason to practically bully you for the next 2 years.
“You can’t still be salty over that! It’s been 2 years, get over it. Such a stuck up b-"
"Bitch? Yeah, being a bitch is my life goal so I’m not worried over that. Bye, hope you have a crappy day.”
Spinning around, you marched out of the school and down the street.
At least it was Friday.
Your Saturday morning was spent shopping with your best friend, Areum. You met the same year you grew apart from Hye Mi and she was there to comfort you after the scene Jin Soo had caused. She was too kind to leave you in the secluded corner of the library, crying your eyes out. Ever since then you only grew closer.
"Jungkook was staring at you through the window when you left school.“
"And how do you know that?”
"Well, considering the fact we normally go home together I was looking for you in your class.“ You smiled sheepishly at the memory of leaving Areum behind.
"Sorry, I had the usuals on my case.”
"Understandable. But seriously, I think Jungkook likes you. He’s always nearby, analysing everything your involved in. To be honest, it’s kind of creepy…“ She trailed off at the sharp look you directed at her. You were not going to have any of this.
"Listen, he’s 'analysing’ so he can find the perfect way to piss me off. He already gets on my nerves with his sarcastic comments. Please don’t turn this sleepover into a typical 'girls night’” Areum sighed and threw herself on your bed.
"What do you suggest we do then?“
Glancing at your phone, you made a mental note of the time. "Well we could go to the shops to prepare for a midnight snack slash movie time.” Areum’s eyes lit up at the sound of that and she whipped back up.
"You really mean it?“
Nodding your head, you grinned at her. "It’s only eleven and the shops are literally down the road. As long as we’re back in an hour midnight snack time is still on. Go get your jacket."
Areum was gone faster than you could say 'you got no jams’.
The walk to the supermarket was a short one and gathering the snack was even shorter. However, the walk back… not so much.
You and Areum had only made it halfway back to your house before you spotted the subject of your earlier discussion.
He was leaning against the wall of an alleyway (what a surprise) with the rest of his friends. One of them, a mint haired coloured one who you were sure you heard some people call 'Suga’, was crouched down with a spray paint can in one hand and a face mask on.
Not sketchy at all.
He was in the midst of spelling out BTS or something when a low whistle was heard.
"Well well, what are you two doing out so late at night?” Surprisingly, this did not come from Jungkook but rather the one many called Jimin.
Everyone’s eyes suddenly turned to you and Areum.
“Just keep walking Areum.” You sped up whilst Areum jogged to keep up. Just when you thought you had made it past them without any confrontation you heard Areum yelp.
Turning around, you noticed someone had grabbed her wrist preventing her from moving further. The name 'Hoseok’ briefly came to mind. However, your anger had already made itself present and your confidence had surfaced.
Marching right up to him, you grabbed his arm and all but ripped him off of Areum. He simply stared at you with an offended look.
“We don’t have time for your bullshit. Bye.”
As you turned around to leave, a heavy weight latched onto you, a chin making itself present on your shoulder.
“You’re such a cutie when you’re mad. I like it."
Turning your head, you were greeted with a boxy smile from Taehyung, a boy you shared classes with back in your fist year of high school.
"Get off me, Taehyung.”
He simply pouted and shook his head whilst wrapping his arms around you tighter.
“I don’t want to, I thought we were friends Y/N?"
"Well you thought wrong. Get the fuck off her Tae.” Jungkook was evidently pissed off with how he spoke to Taehyung.
“Fine.” He unlatched his arms from around you and took a couple of steps back, his grin coming back.
You simply stared back at him and an awkward silence settled in.
It was broken when the shaking of the spray can was heard and a heavy sigh.
"Fuck, this is why I sleep instead of leave the house. To avoid awkward shit like this.“ Suga then continued his piece of 'art’ and you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing Areum on your way.
"Don’t I get a thank you from saving you from this idiot?” Jungkook called after you whilst Taehyung let out an offended 'hey!’.
“Hey! Where’s my thank you?”
"Maybe when you stop wearing your ass as a hat.“ You replied, speed walking down the street. If you had bothered to turn around you would have seen the satisfied smirk that made itself present on Jungkook’s face.
Cas could hear the sound of the waves
seeping through the windows. The sun was starting to come up, but
only just barely, and Cas fought the urge to sneak out to the beach
for the first time. He frowned, looking at Dean’s sleeping form,
wishing he could sleep, too. Or just that Dean would wake up so they
could finally go to the water—they had gotten in too late yesterday
to go see the beach.
As if in answer to his wish, the
blankets started to stir next to him. Cas stretched, his eyes landing
on the mound of comforters and sheets wadded up and heaping. The
angel’s chin dipped to his chest as he viewed his naked toes where
his own blankets were missing.
With a smile, Cas propped himself up on
his elbow to investigate the thief. Smirking, he poked at the mound
of fluff, feeling his finger dip until it hit something solid:
Quickly, Cas pulled at the blankets,
freeing a messy head of blonde hair, groaning against the small
amount of sunlight as his fingers covered his eyes.
“Ha!” Cas said, climbing up to
straddle Dean, pulling his hands away from his eyes as the hunter
blinked to adjust to the light.
“What the hell, Cas?” Dean whined,
taking on an overly grumpy look.
But his words were lost as Cas started
peppering his face, neck and chest, taking the argument out of him.
Dean grabbed the angel’s face with a
smile and brought him in for a deep kiss on the lips. It lasted until
Cas felt flushed, starting to breathe hard.
“It’s not like you need them,” Dean
said. The hunter’s face was equally sheepish and devious when he
finally pulled away, and Cas had to hide a blush.
Cas flopped back to Dean’s side with a
sigh, landing on his back. “Ok,” he said. “Forgiven.”
Cas looked at Dean’s face when he’d
calmed down, and even though it had only been a matter of seconds,
the hunter’s eyes were already closed again. And, somehow, Dean had
managed to gather an even larger portion of the blankets.
Dean had gone still enough, that Cas
was starting to wonder if he’d fallen asleep again.
“Dean?” Cas asked tentatively, and
the edges of the hunter’s lips turned up, if only slightly.
“Yeah, baby?” the hunter replied,
his voice already sleepy.
Cas furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his
arms. “I thought we were going to go to the beach today. It’s our
honeymoon, we’re not supposed to stay in bed the whole time!”
Then, in a second, Dean’s eyes were
open again, and this time, he was tugging Cas into his arms, resting
him against his bare chest.
“It’s only been four hours, Cas. I
need at least five” Dean whined, wrapping an arm across Cas’s
chest, finding the angel’s left hand with his, and lacing their
fingers together, letting the gold on both their wedding bands touch.
“Ok,” Cas said in resignation,
relaxing against Dean. Cas twiddled his thumbs. He counted the tiles
on the ceiling. He even briefly considered sneaking out without Dean,
though he felt guilty about the thought.
About ten minutes in, he heard Dean
sigh through Cas’s fidgeting.
“You really want to go now?” Dean
asked finally. Cas turned to see the hunter staring down at him,
already looking defeated and a little exasperated. The angel nodded
enthusiastically. Dean leaned forward, giving Cas a small peck on his
“Ok, fine. Lead the way,” he
finally grunted, rolling out of bed, his feet thumping on the floor.
The condo shared a beach with the
neighbors, but no one was bound to be up at this time of the morning,
so when Dean tugged at the blankets, wrapping himself deep inside
them and stumbled out the door pajama-clad and barefoot with messy
hair, Cas didn’t complain. He simply grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled
him enthusiastically toward the sound of the water, knowing he
probably looked the same.
Their footsteps slowed as their feet
moved from the hard stones of the walkway to the soft resistance of
sand. Still, Cas held Dean’s hand as they walked toward the water.
When they were only a few feet away, Cas stopped, inhaling.
His hand tightened around his husband’s
as he took in the full effect of the sunrise. Orange and red bled in
every direction across the water, rippling as the surface movement
played with the light.
Cas took in every corner of it
pretending it was his first time seeing nature’s miracles and not
like he’d been around at practically the time of their creation. But
really, it didn’t take much imagination. Because he’d never had the
opportunity to enjoy it like this. Unfettered and unrestrained by
duty and devotion.
“It’s beautiful,” he breathed,
letting the warmth of the sun heat the tips of his skin.
“Yeah,” Dean echoed the sentiment.
Cas looked at Dean’s wrinkled, blanket-mummified form. But the hunter
wasn’t looking at the sand, or the ocean, or the sunrise. His eyes
were fixed on Cas and filled with awe and admiration. “Beautiful,”
he said quietly.
Cas blushed and smiled, sitting down.
He pulled Dean down with him, laying the hunter’s head in his lap as
they both adjusted to get comfortable. After a moment, Cas’s hand
found its way into the hunter’s hair, playing with it in slow
“Dean,” he said quietly as he
watched the sun continue to rise. “I love you.”
He could feel Dean smile against his
leg, though Cas could see that his eyes had closed again.
“Cas,” said Dean in reply. “You
can wake me up early any time.”