#50% veg

[cerealkiller740]

1953 Veg-All canned Vegetables

[faeriescorpio]

kissing gregory walker for being the backbone of star wars food

killing gregory walker for being so detailed and singlehandedly coming up with over half of all star wars food and recipes

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Yaaay progress

Did a bit more after this but I'm still 5m xp away from 99, which will be another 2 weeks n change at this rate. So on pace about lol. However I'm only one level from being able to make my own wraths and I wanted to stock up a bunch when I get there! At least like, 10k. Now it's the time I get sleepy cozy tho.

[amazonfreedeals]

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[ephemeral-winter]

staring at the menu my friends are putting together for our friday night dinner party like hm ok i guess i will be getting mcdonald's on the way home

[remembertoeat]

Dinner Recipe: Gyros

TIME: ★★★✰

PRICE: ★★★✰

EASE: ★★★✰

CLEANUP: ★★★✰

This is another recipe that can vary dramatically in ease and time depending on how involved you want to be with it!

At its core, it's: season and cook meat, make sauce, chop veg, put in pita. Done. That takes about 15-20 minutes. This is an amalgamation of several gyro recipes I've tried to make a good at-home version. It'll never be as good as the family-run Greek restaurant, but it's pretty darn good!

(I HIGHLY recommend making your own pitas once you get comfy with it- it's just WAY tastier! Here is the Easy Pita Bread recipe I use! But store-bought works just fine! )

Ingredients: 1. 1 lb Ground Meat (I typically use a 50/50 mix of lamb and turkey because lamb is EXPENSIVE. You can totally use just ground turkey, ground beef, or even sliced up chicken breast if you want! Just be sure to season it!) 2. 1/3rd cup Greek Yogurt 3. 1 TB minced Garlic 4. Oregano, Salt, Pepper to taste 5. Veggies of choice (I use: spinach, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, kalamata olives, and pepperoncini.) 6. Pitas -Heat a frying pan on medium with some olive oil (1 TB or whatever you use to lube your pan) -Mix your yogurt, garlic, and seasonings into the ground meat. Using your hands is probably the best method but I am a baby and use a fork or wooden spoon. -Press your ground meat into the pan in one big meat patty. Let it cook like that until one side gets nice and brown (if using pieces of chicken, just cook your chicken in the yougurt marinade) -Flip it over in chunks. This keeps it from getting a super 'ground meat' texture and feels more like strips/cuts of meat. Let it brown on the other side. -Once the meat is thoroughly cooked (feel free to break some chunks up to check), slice your veg, make your sauce, put everything on the pita! Done! Easy "Tzatziki Sauce" I don't add the cucumbers to the sauce because it takes a ton of extra time. This way only takes a minute or two and you can just add sliced cucumbers to your gyro later! 1. 1/2 cup PLAIN Greek yogurt (the amount of times I've accidentally grabbed vanilla greek yogurt from the store is absurd.) 2. 1/2 TB Minced Garlic 3. Oregano, Salt, Pepper to taste 4. 1/2 TB Lemon Juice -Mix everything together. Taste test it to make sure it's salty/garlicy enough. If it's too salty, add a little more yogurt.

This will DEFINITELY make multiple servings of meat. One of my favorite things to do with leftovers is to put the meat and veg on a salad and use the tzatziki as a dressing. It's SUPER good.

[grubloved]

silly machines i would love to caretake:

coins-to-cash machine that is only stocked with $2 bills, ¢50 pieces, $1 coins and other weird money

gumball machine with local wildflower seed balls

snack vending machine with veg and flower seed packets

vintage 25¢ soda machine stocked with old soda

vending machine full of copies of one book, but the book rotates monthly

custom penny squisher machine with silly designs

vending machine for thrift store stuffed animals

25¢ sticker machine stocked with condoms

local art vending machine (several)

vintage 25¢ soda machine stocked with something other than soda

vending machine full of art supplies, especially sidewalk chalk and nice crayons

vending machine full of little musical instruments, like kazoos and ocarinas and harmonicas and jaw harps

gumball machine with fortune cookies :)

vending machine full of different cup noodles that has a friend right next to it thats one of those free hot water dispensers usually used for coffee

pinball machine. obv

[weightlosssssssblog]

My ED tips:

Fast overnight - you can‘t feel hungry while sleeping!

Only eat when you really have to, for example in front of your parents

Take very little bites

Drink a lot of water while eating - you‘ll feel fuller more quickly

Try to cut out sugar, the more you eat it, the more you crave it

Movement is key - try to walk everwhere you go

Look at th!nspo everday - you‘ll feel more motivated

Buy a shirt smaller than ur actual size in order to stay consistent (you‘ll be so happy when it finally fits)

Drag out your first meal of the day as long as you can

Sleep without a blanket - freezing burns calories

When you want to be extra skinny the next day, go to sleep hungry/without dinner

Track your burned calories with a fitness watch

Don‘t tell anyone about your weightloss - they‘ll be concerned and maybe tell ur parents

Try to avoid going the doctor‘s in case they make comments in front of your parents

Make your food intake at least 50% veg and fruits

If you crave chocolate - eat mango

Weight yourself every morning without clothes

Start an ED blog to stay motivated

Watch tv shows with skinny people

To 10min workouts every day

[fallowhearth]

26, 39, 50

26. Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Yeah! I love cooking and baking. It's a bit up and down, whether I actually have the energy for it, but I'm on the up and up again atm.

For lunches I like making a big chopped salad, some favourites are: greek lentil salad (also good with chickpeas), spicy kale & chickpea, or variations of. My favourite weeknight dishes to make are tofu panang curry (which I make with coconut milk, because I like it that way), bean chile, posole, stir fries, veg vindaloo. If I'm trying to impress someone I'll make ramen from scratch.

Baking in general is my speciality by the standards of how often I post in the group chat begging my friends to take homemade cake, lol. I most look forward to lemon season, when the primary school down the road puts out boxes of lemons for the taking, and I make lemon tart.

Since I take too many glamour shots of my random food, I'll take the excuse to post them here:

39. What was the best part of your day today?

So, I'm really into slow fashion, right. I collect pieces from small brands who make clothes ethically, in natural fibres, in the histori-goth style I like. I've been waiting ages for an order from such a brand (not uncommon since it's sewn by one person) and I received it yesterday. This is all a preamble to say, I was so happy with the shirt I bought that I wore it to the office today. It's inspired by 18th century menswear and I love it so much.

50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

Cold. I want to be properly snuggled under my doona. Not so cold I have to wear merino thermals to bed though. One extra pillow for cuddling, one under my leg. Pitch black. Soothing rain.

[sims2junkie]

Partiers

I have aging off for this household and only allow sims to move out and age normally when they've completed their LTW(s) or whatever I feel like.

From left to right, top to bottom

Namie - a very chill popularity sim who wants to have a good time and make loads of friends. her dream career is the culinary career. LTW: 20 best friends.

Vincenzo - very outgoing and loving, a romance sim but still very loyal and ultimately looking to settle down. LTW: 50 first dates.

Haji - the shyest member of the house, those around him would describe him more as an anomaly than a person. Zero survival instincts or sense of self preservation but manages to always stumble into just where he needs to be. Works as a psychic phone pal (All psychic information he claims to possess is purely vibe based and not accurate). LTW: eat 200 grilled cheeses.

Worm - Worm's a very lazy sim spends all day vegging out on the couch, somehow always got a job though. LTW: get promoted in 15 careers.

Veronica - in my mind the ultimate diva, someone who manages to be commanding and speak her mind in a very swift and eloquent manner that keeps the peace but still has people on their toes. LTW: throw 30 parties.

As sims complete their lifetime wants and such I'll probably move them out and switch them for other sims but for now this is the Partier household. Sorry if that was all worded really poorly I don't really come up with organised notes on my sims just think of it all on the fly 😭

[faithhopeloveandtherapy]

I’ve now been away from home with the baby for six days. Living in this rather dubious “holiday house” which is a soulless box painted cream throughout, grey carpet everywhere and a few token bits of furniture.

I’m on expenses for meals, amounts that probably don’t go so far if you’re buying all your meals out (lots of foster carers prefer to stay in a hotel than a house to do adoptions), but at almost £50 a day, I can buy a lot of nice food from the supermarket to cook myself. I have to submit receipts but I can still put a lot of things on there that nobody can argue isn’t a “meal”. Today I stocked up on smoked salmon, coffee pods (for the coffee machine the house claims to have but doesn’t but ooh my real house actually does), a kg of strawberries, king prawns, Diet Coke, big bags of crisps and lots of condiments. I’m mainly eating Bol Pots for meals, which are microwaveable bowls of fresh veg and noodles, which I add prawns or chicken too. I actually love this part of living away from home, eating what I like, when I like, cooking just for myself, and picking up food I wouldn’t usually buy because of the cost.

Had the shitty meeting on Thursday and I am still struggling to bounce back from that. I’m not ok right now and I don’t know if in a few days I will perk up and be ok, or whether this is the start of several weeks of low mood and emotional numbness. Right now I want to poke fostering in the eyes and tell them where to stick it. In the absence of anyone to actually poke in the eyes, I am going running every day to get out of my head… not sure that’s too healthy but for a temporary measure I’ll take it.

The baby has about 60 hours left with us. He will have been in foster care for 910 days. 905 of those with us. Out of 12 babies, he’s been here the longest.

Tomorrow H and d1 and d3 are coming out to join us, to be here for the final days. It’ll be good to be all together. My birthday is imminent. Crappy timing but what can you do. When Sibling and Toddler moved, it was Toddlers birthday the day before placement day. This time it’s my birthday the day before placement day. We have a lunch out booked while the baby is with the adopters. These last few days, I’m taking him to theirs soon after he wakes up, and bringing him home just before bedtime, all bathed and pyjama’d. Today he fell asleep in the car on the way home, which made bedtime quick and easy but I missed my chance to snuggle with him for stories and milk.

[seraphim-tears]

3/2/24 Daily Log

Fasted from 9PM-2:30PM (17 1/2 hrs)

2:30 PM: 1/2 ham and cheese bagel (220 kcal), 20 oz iced oat milk latte (300 kcal)

6:10 PM: cup of chicken lemon rice soup (170 kcal)

8:50 PM: Salmon, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Plus one small cookie (470 kcal)

Exercise:

6 mile walk, burned 856 kcal

2 mile walk, burned 469 kcal

Total kcal consumed: 1,160 kcal - 1,325 kcal = -165 kcal

Notes: In the future I will have a healthier breakfast, ideally a protein and veg. I will also start using almond milk instead of oat milk to cut down on kcals. Other than that, I feel satisfied with my choices today. I was craving something sweet but I made myself wait a bit before I had one small cookie, which satisfied my craving.

Also, I think it’s sus that my Fitbit says I burned so many calories. If anyone reads this, please lmk if you think fitness trackers are reliable or if I should take them with a grain of salt. I am 199lbs and 5’8” so it’s not unrealistic that I would burn more than someone smaller, but I’m still unsure.

[indelibleevidence]

When you eat 5 portions of fruit and veg within 24 hours, you instantly get a +50 increase to your Smugness stat for the rest of that day.

[planet4546b]

YO DROP THE QUICHE RECIPE???

-pie crust

-3 eggs

-1 1/2 cups milk or any heavy cream

-any fillings (meat, veg, cheeses) that you have on hand and sound good to you (bacon, ham, sausage, spinach, mushroom, tomato, onion, garlic, peppers, cheddar, pepper jack, feta, Literally Anything. if it sounds good in an omelette it’ll be good in quiche). amounts don’t really matter you can really load that thing up

- throw the pie crust in a pie dish

- add your cheese as the very bottom layer, then any other fillings (good idea to mix all your chosen fillings beforehand so you have a good distribution)

- beat eggs + milk (throw a lil salt and pepper in that bad boy)

- pour eggs + milk into pie crust w fillings

- bake at 375 for around 45-50 minutes until it’s set (doesn’t jiggle if you shake it slightly) and starting to brown on the top

enjoy :)

[screechingjellyfishnight]

I watched “Under The Boardwalk”

Don’t promote this movie. Don’t show anyone this movie. It’s a good movie but it WILL lead to the death of millions of hermit crabs. They show land hermit crabs living on the Jersey Shore. They don’t live there. They aren’t native there. You can’t release them there (it’s literally illegal) if you see a purple pincher crawling around in a painted shell, pick that bitch up and get a travel tank and call the LHCOS. They will take it for free and care for it PROPERLY. Unless you’re willing to spend upwards of $500 and 30+ years of care, do not get a hermit crab. Otherwise you WILL kill it. You WILL be an animal abuser and possible animal murderer. They are NOT disposable.

Let me say it again

THEY ARE NOT DISPOABLE

They are not throw away pets. They are not cheap pets. They have the same care requirements as some harder to care for reptiles, with the added difficulty of learning how to properly set up and manage their substrate! They need 75-80° F. They need 80% humidity. They need 6-10 inches of 1:5 eco earth to playsand substrate at sand castle consistency so they can molt. They need both salt and fresh water pools they can fully submerge in! They need leaf litter, greensand, wormcastings, and supplemental calcium.

They need 50% protein, 30% veg/fruit (fresh is best but dried is fine. Citrus COULD be deadly to them, but it’s widely argued. I’d say better safe than sorry) and 20% carbs (rice/oats/corn/popcorn) not to mention oil! (I use olive, some people use coconut and some use sesame. They cannot have canola)

They cannot have iodine or iodized salt. They need marine salt for their water.

They can’t have exposed metal as rust is toxic to them. They can’t have painted shells, painted shells and paint in general is toxic for them. ANY paint. Period. It does not matter what the person in the shop told you. They are lying. They purposely give you information that will kill your crabs so you have to buy more. Don’t feed your crabs the crab food they give you, it’s literal poison. They need 10 gallons per crab in a sealed aquarium. You should get a minimum of 2 crabs. They need 3-5 shells (Turbo, petholatus, jade turbo, snakeskin turbo, lace turbo, Mexican turbo. Any turbo) per crab in the same size and in other sizes. They need a lot of care and work. They are not the easy and cheap pets they are sold as.

[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 10 - aka. The Joys of Soundproofing

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

Watch the trailer here

A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name | Y/L/N = Your Last Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Start Here - Last - Next

There was apparently magic in Princess Leia Buns, or the force, you guessed, considering the source material. 

Whatever it was, it was the good stuff. More effective than the top shelf whiskey you’d had Charlie sneak out of the kitchen and into your room. Since, after a night of pouring out all your frustrations to Charlie, you finally felt somewhat ready to face Dean and let him play piñata with your heart. 

Or hell, maybe it was less hairdos and whiskey, and more the fact that your best friend had figuratively (and nearly literally) beaten some sense into you by calling you out on your bullshit. There was no better cure for stupidity than having the smartest person you knew shake it out of you before replacing it with some good old fashioned common sense and a fifth of whiskey. 

Though the genius in question seemed less convinced that your stupidity, and subsequent cowardice, was cured. At least if the constant eyerolls and side eyes she threw your way while you checked if the coast was clear was any indication. But hey. Just because you’d grown a pair (kind of) it didn’t mean you wanted to have The Talk before you even had your first coffee.

That would just be inhumane.

Especially after the aforementioned fifth of whiskey. You needed coffee, then a good hour in the gym to sweat it all out, and then you’d truly be ready to face Dean. 

Well… ‘Ready’ was relative. But just like a doctor’s appointment you dreaded or phone call you really didn’t want to make, you’d talked yourself into getting it over with. After all, Charlie had promised she'd buy you ice cream and veg out on your bed to a full season of whatever caught your fancy on Netflix after your heart was pulverized.

Sure, her exact words had been if. If Dean broke your heart. But you knew better. Your best friend was just a little more of an optimist than you. Charlie had always been a little more ‘glass half full’, whereas you tended to be on the side of ‘that glass has definitely been poisoned and I’m going to die’. 

Ok, so Charlie was a hell of a lot more of an optimist than you.

Luckily, her optimism seemed to be a good influence on the cards fate dealt you that morning. Since your walk to the kitchen, and subsequent inhalation of a dangerous amount of caffeine, went by uneventfully. Undisturbed by any Greek Gods of the Winchester variety. And before your brain had even fully accepted the onslaught of coffee poured over it, you were walking towards the gym. Charlie trailing behind you with her head in her little tablet. Prepping for a day of breaking down firewalls and cyber terrorizing some bad guys. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to the gym? You can try to have your lasers catch me again? Or maybe test out that taser based system you’re developing? I don’t mind being shocked. I promise,” You asked, hell, pleaded, and you weren’t too proud to admit it. 

At least having your best friend there acting as your human shield might help lessen the blow to your heart if Dean decided to come to the gym early. Even though he normally started his day at the gun range, checking his massive collection of all things… Shooty. 

“No can do. I gotta get to work getting us the info we need for the case we’re on. Remember that? Big bad drug dealing scammers and all of that nastiness?” She said, raising an eyebrow as you pouted at her, hoping to emotionally blackmail her into being your… What would the opposite of a wingman be? Thigh man? Breast man? Fuck, whatever part of the chicken was the least cowardly one..  Being your that. 

“Pleeeease Care Bear? You love me right? You’ll protect me right?” You groaned, dragging your feet as Braniac HQ came into view. Though you knew there was nothing that could tempt Charlie away from her precious tech when there was some good ol’ fashioned hacking to do. She always had to be the responsible one. 

“You’ll be fine (Y/N). I’d like to come and offer you some moral support, but as you might have guessed… I have questionable morals, considering I joined this crew and all. And on the topic of morals, you know I have to go and do some morally gray hacking right now,” The red head sighed with another patented roll of her eyes as she stopped in front of the door to her office and reached for the door handle to cut off your puppy dog eyes and further (failed) attempts at talking her into coming to the gym with you.

“If I’m not fine I’m holding you responsible. Remember! You promised me ice cream,” You groaned in defeat as you walked backwards towards the gym to keep your best friend in view. If nothing else you wanted verbal confirmation that she would pay for the cartoonish amount of ice cream you’d need to suture up your broken heart. 

“I’ll get you all the ice cream you could possibly ever eat... If things go wrong. Now go, burn off the rest of that alcohol and get your reps in before the next phase of the job. You’re our ace on this one (Y/N), so get your head in the game,” Charlie called out after you. Keeping her words as cryptic as possible in case someone from your team of sleuths were within hearing range. 

“Love you too…” You sing songed with a sarcastic groan as you turned on your heel and hurried towards the gym. Hoping against hope that you wouldn’t run into Dean on your way to your workout. 

---

Apparently, whatever bribe Charlie had slipped the fates had rubbed off on you. As you were left alone to work through your tense muscles and the remaining nerves that were still stubbornly strained from whatever the hell that was in the closet with Dean. Even Sam, who normally lived in the gym if he wasn’t in the HQ was nowhere to be seen. And though it meant you had no one to spot you, you were happy to have the gym all to yourself that morning. 

As always, a workout was just what the doctor ordered. Though the doctor was clearly one sadistic bastard, considering how hard you were pushing yourself. 

The repetitive motion of the reps and the protest of your muscles being pushed to their limits left little thought for how one of said muscles would soon be pushed well past its limits and into heartbreak territory. But after pummeling your muscles into submission and reaching for your water bottle, you felt strong. Ready. Like you could take on the world. 

Or at least you had thought you felt strong… Until Dean stepped into the damn gym just as you took a sip of water, making you choke on it. Yeah… You were totally not ready. You needed a shower first. Yeah! A shower, and then you’d be ready. You weren’t running away. You were showering. Cleanliness was next to godliness after all. You couldn’t have The Talk all hot and sweaty. It would send the wrong message. 

“Gym’s all yours…” You croaked out as the coughing fit from your near drowning death on dry land died down. Grabbing your towel just as Dean took the first steps towards you, you used that roadrunner speed you were so damned proud of and slipped past him out into the hallway. 

But Dean was clearly in no mood to let you run from him again as you heard him follow you out of the gym and down the hall towards your room. Not that you blamed him… You did need to talk, but still…

Could you knock him out to get away? 

No. You couldn’t knock out your partners in crime. It would be bad workplace etiquette. Human Resources would fire your ass. Well, they would have, if you had an HR department. Something to bring up to your non-existent union. After you successfully escaped your hitter and formed said union. So many things to do, so little time to have your heart broken. 

You nearly made it to your door before Dean caught up to you. 

Wrapping a big, warm hand around your bare upper arm, he turned you to face him with a small tug. Just as you were reaching for your door handle. Damn it… No more running away. Time to be a big girl. 

Sighing, you kept your eyes on Dean’s chest. Unable, and unwilling, to look into those hypnotic green eyes in fear of what you would see there. He was probably pissed. Hell, if the shoe was on the other foot, you definitely would be. But then again, the Dean Winchester would never run away from his problems. He’d just beat them to a pulp and saunter away victorious. 

“We need to talk,” 

Such dirty words, from such a damned pretty mouth. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine as you finally lifted your eyes up enough to see the steely look of determination, marred by frustration, in his eyes. His jaw was set, and brow furrowed as he looked down at you. 

“Ok, but not here,” Though the feel of his calloused fingers against your sensitive skin was making it hard to even form a coherent thought, you finally managed to push the words out. Casting a wary glance around the empty hallway, the words left you in a breathless huff. You really didn’t feel like having an audience around for this. Hell, even Charlie, though you’d nearly begged her to stay with you only an hour earlier. 

Looking up at him again after making sure the hallway was indeed deserted, you caught him glancing towards your bedroom door, and for a second you considered it. But that seemed like a very bad idea. Your dirty mind was automatically going to the soft bed hiding behind the wooden door. 

The very bed that had featured in so many of your fantasies. 

Then again, most of the rooms in the bunker had featured in one of your many fantasies about the dangerously attractive hitter. Alternative uses for the gym equipment, that sinfully soft couch in the rec room, or the many available surfaces in the industrial sized kitchen… Hell, even Dean’s favorite car, his baby, was a recurring supporting character in your daydreams. 

You had a very active imagination, at least when it came to one Mr. Dean Winchester. 

But, even so, your bedroom… Nope, no way. Not only was it the stage for most of your dirty day dreams, it was also the writers’ room for them. Not to mention that the damned walls were cardboard thin. 

You needed somewhere else. Somewhere private and preferably soundproof. 

With a sigh, you nodded down the hall and took a step away from Dean’s dangerous proximity. Before being pulled right back as green eyes blazed into you and his strong jaw, peppered with the shadow of a stubble he had yet to shave, ticked. Clearly thinking you were trying to run away again. 

You would have argued that you wouldn’t run away. But, hell, your track record spoke for itself. So instead you just sighed and repeated your earlier nod down the empty hallway, adding a verbal clarification as you shrugged off Dean’s grip on you. Clearing your throat to get rid of the breathlessness his proximity always left you with.

“Follow me,” 

“Where are you going?” Dean still sounded wary as he fell into step next to you. His toned body was still tense… Ready to act if you so much tried to run. 

“To hell, most likely,” You quipped back. You might not be able to physically outrun the hitter, but that didn’t mean you had to willingly walk like a lamb to slaughter. At least not without putting up a bit of a fight.

“This isn’t really the time for one of your bad jokes (Y/N),” Dean groaned through gritted teeth as he lifted his hand to reach for your arm again. Seemingly ready to talk it out right there in the hallway if you didn’t give him a straight answer. 

“Somewhere we can talk,” You shot back quickly before he could break your heart in full view of whoever decided to take a casual stroll down the bunker hallway. And just in time, it turned out. As you felt just the slightest brush of calloused fingertips against your bare arm before Dean dropped his hand and fell back into step next to you. 

Taking point, you led him to the least sexy place you could think of. Or… Hell, that was a lie. You found the gun range plenty sexy. All action, gunpowder and lead. The vibrations of a good shot aching through your bones and lighting your veins on fire… It was goddamn porn. 

But fuck it, anywhere could be steamy if a certain Dean Winchester was there anyway, even a mobster’s closet. And at least the gun range was soundproof, had a red light you could turn on to show it was currently occupied, and the door locked. You had to take it. 

Especially since you were stuck in a bunker with some of the nosiest people to grace this planet. Kinda came with the territory, when it was literally part of the job description to get all up in people’s business. 

---

Your walk to the gun range was unfortuately stupidly short. And before you could even fully put up your defenses to protect your heart, you were inside the large concrete chamber. Eyes locked on the closest booth, you refused to look back at Dean behind you. Flinching slightly as the metallic sound of the lock clicking into place behind you signified that Dean effectively had you trapped. 

“So… Where do you want me for the firing squad? Actually, I haven’t even had breakfast. I deserve a last meal, maybe skittles and pancakes? Oh and…” Your voice was slightly higher pitched than you wanted it to be as you took a few steps towards the closest booth, before just as quickly being pulled back by Dean and gently turned to face his forest fire eyes. 

“Can you be serious for five minutes (Y/N)?” Dean’s frustrated sigh was softer than you expected. After all, you were a master at pissing people off. Lifting his other hand, he held onto both your upper arms, locking you in place as you let your eyes focus on the locked door behind him. 

“My record is two, and three quarters. But hey, I can try?” Your quip came out shaky and weak as you tried to form a breathless laugh and thoroughly failed. With Dean this close, holding onto your bare arms with a soft grip as his thumbs painted small circles on the sensitive skin, you barely had enough breath left to even form the words themselves. 

“Why are you running away from me and hiding in your room like some kinda criminal?” Dean pushed, ignoring your attempt at humor with a tired groan as he slightly nudged you. Forcing you to look up into his eyes and seeing the tired tint to them. There was something there… Something nearly… Fragile. But you couldn’t let yourself linger on it. 

After all, he was probably just saddened that he had to do this at all. Dean’s heart was too big. Though he usually pretended he didn’t have one. You knew he did. Dean Winchester loved, more fiercely and passionately than anyone else you knew. Though it was all familial love. 

He was just worried. 

Yeah… That was all. He was worried about a member of his team. His family. 

“I mean, technically we’re all criminals…” Your words trailed out into nothing, echoing against the concrete walls around you as you let your eyes drop to not see the tired tinge in green eyes. Focusing instead on your own fidgeting hands as you waited for him to finally get to the point. 

“Stop being a goddamn coward. And. Look. At. Me. (Y/N),” Dean growled. The earlier exhaustion gone, and replaced with anger and frustration as one hand dropped from your arm to lift your chin with surprising softness that didn’t match the barely restrained anger in his tone. 

Anger was better… You could deal with anger. You could respond to anger. 

Squaring your jaw, you let your own (Y/E/C) eyes burn into Dean’s as your shoulders tensed and hands curled into fists. 

“Look, I'm not gonna stand here and listen to you accuse me of things I clearly did,” You spat back, trying to shake off his hold on you to head for the door. But Dean wasn’t having it, as his hands stayed firmly in place. Stopping you from storming off. 

“(Y/N)!” Dean’s booming voice echoed around the room like a gunshot as you slightly flinched from the sudden increase in volume. Not out of fear… No, you knew Dean. No matter how much he was about to hurt you with his words, he would never hurt you willingly. Hell, if he knew how much it would hurt you to hear him shrug off the almost kiss, it would haunt him. No, your microscopic flinch was born solely out of surprise. Yet, Dean’s voice still lowered automatically as he continued speaking through gritted teeth. 

“Will you stop running away from just one goddamn second?” Pushing the words out at a much lower volume, Dean walked you, backwards, further into the gun range, until your back was nearly against the wall. As if he feared the proximity to the door would leave you an opening to actually run away. 

“I’m not running, I’m right here,” You squeaked out. Though breathless and weak from his hands on you, you refused to fully back down. 

“I mean with your constant jokes and weak attempts at changing the topic,” Dean clarified, though he knew, as well as you, that the clarification wasn’t needed. It was kind of your whole brand. 

Wetting your lips, you glanced towards his full ones, feeling liquid shots of heat rushing through your body from the way they were slightly parted as short, angry breaths left the hitter. 

Fuck. 

Forcing yourself to look away from the same lips that were the main culprit in this whole mess, you swallowed hard. Lips parted as you tried to make your brain work again. Though words failed you as your eyes instead landed on Dean’s body when you attempted to avoid his green eyes.

There was no way you could find any arguments to shoot back… Not when you were momentarily hypnotized by the way his chest was falling and rising from the sharp breaths he was taking. Or the way his muscles moved fluidly under the slightly tight cotton t-shirt. Damn whoever made that t-shirt. You simultaneously wanted to kick their ass and send them a thank you letter and fucking fruit basket. 

Taking a shaky breath you let your teeth graze your bottom lip, pulling on it as you tried to form the words. Hell, maybe you should tell him it was nothing? Break your own heart before he could? That would show him. But no… When he was so damn close, leaving barely any space between the two of you, there was no way you could fool him. He had to see what he did to you.

“I just…” You started, not sure what argument you were preparing to throw back at him, as your mind was still a jumbled mess from his proximity. But you never got to figure out whatever defenses your brain had concocted. 

Since, before you could finish up your argument, you were interrupted by Dean’s frustrated groan as he pushed you against the concrete wall he’d walked you towards. His body pressed up against yours. Holding you in place as one knee moved between your weak legs and calloused hands finally dropped yours only for toned arms to cage you in against the wall. 

The words died in your throat, whatever they were, as you looked wide eyed up into burning eyes. For a second, the world stood still as your brain reeled from the feel of his body, molding against yours. But Dean didn’t move, he kept you locked in place as he looked down at you, green eyes focused on your lips as he wet his own. His sharp breaths fanning over your face as you subconsciously mirrored his gesture, a flash of pink wetting your own lips. 

Stopping yourself, you parted your lips to say… Fuck, you didn’t know… Something. Anything. But before you could, Dean beat you to it. 

“Just shut up (Y/L/N),” He growled, effectively cutting off your words before leaning in for a bruising kiss. 

It took no more than a split second for your brain to realize what was happening, as you made your lips pliable. Kissing him back as your hands lifted, snaking around his neck and digging into his soft hair. Pulling slightly on the strands, you hummed victoriously as you teased a small groan out of the mercenary, making him part his lips just enough for you to deepen the kiss. 

Dean ground his body against yours as he took your breath away, filling your mind and senses with nothing but him, nothing but his kiss. Pearly white teeth nipped at your bottom lip, teasing a little whimper out of you as he smiled against your lips, unwilling to break the kiss. Damn it… 

Dean wasn’t just kissing you. He was devouring you. 

The hands that had caged you against the wall were once more on your body, traveling the length of your torso. Stopping to massage your hips before once more moving up your body and pulling you, if possible, even closer as he groaned against your lips. 

Your hips rolled against his as you kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even you. Your heart was doing it’s damndest to beat out of your chest as you savored the taste of him. All spiced peppermint and liquid fire. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been trapped in his arms, lost in his kiss, but once he finally leaned back, sucking in a sharp breath, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours again. Nothing else mattered as you tried to chase his lips as if you were chasing a high. 

“Damn it woman, you’re infuriating,” Dean groaned as he struggled to catch his breath. His body still against you, all hard and demanding as he pushed his thigh against your core, teasing more whimpers out of you as your body rolled against it on its own volition. 

“You’re no better Winchester,” Your quip back was swallowed by his mouth on yours again as your fingers tugged on the short strands of his hair. With a pleased little sigh, you conceded, letting him easily take control while you drowned in the feel and taste of him. 

“Fuck (Y/N), having you pushed against me in that damn closet. You don’t know…” Dean growled against your lips. Cutting off his own words as his tongue traced your bottom lip before deepening the kiss again. 

You could do nothing but hold on for dear life. Your heart was in your throat, drowning out the rest of the world. There was nothing else. Just Dean Winchester. The feel of his hard body, shaping against yours as he turned you into this willing, needy little thing. His to control and do with as he pleased 

Feeling Dean remove his thigh from where it was pushed up against your core, you whimpered at the loss. Not caring at how wanton the noise made you sound as you rolled your hips against nothing, trying to find friction again. Yet, his strong hands kept you in place, trailing down your body before landing in a bruising hold on your hips.

You could feel him smirk against your lips. Enjoying the reactions he was teasing out of you and the sound of your little indignant whimpers leaving you from not letting you roll against him. 

“Patience,” He hummed as his thumb carved their mark into your still rolling hips before trailing around you. For a second, his big palms just rested on your ass as he tugged your lip between his teeth before soothing it with the tip of his tongue. 

“Dean,” You didn’t care that you sounded needy and breathless as you nearly pouted at the hitter. Your body was all fire and desperation, and only Dean Winchester could quench it. But he was holding back, punishing you for your earlier escape attempts now that you were his to play with. 

With another soft hum, Dean placed a much more chaste kiss on your lips, before squeezing your ass and swallowing the soft whimper that left you with his mouth on yours. 

Needing no more prompting, you lifted yourself up and wrapped your legs around his hips. Moaning into the kiss as you felt his obvious arousal through his gym shorts, pushing against you. With Dean and the wall holding you up, you could only roll your hips and let your nails trail against his neck as you drowned in the taste of him. You were weightless, breathless, and… 

Damn it. 

Your dirty daydreams were nowhere fucking close to the actual out of body experience that was Dean Winchester. The actual man was all that, and so much more. You might have been proud of your imagination, but not even your wildest dreams could live up to the way he set every damn nerve on your body on fire. You were unraveling, falling apart, trapped between concrete and Dean’s hard body. 

And all the man had done was fucking kiss you.

Breaking the kiss, Dean’s head dipped as you leaned your head back against the wall. Giving him easy access as his tongue trailed town your throat. Feeling the vibrations of the breathless whimpers trapped there as he hummed in approval. And you felt proud, proud that he was happy with you, that you were pleasing him, at least from the feel of him as he pushed against you. The thin gym shorts leaving little to the imagination. 

Placing small kisses against your pulse point, he let his teeth graze against your collarbone before just as quickly chasing the high of your lips again as he captured your lips in another dizzying kiss. And damn it, you needed that high. You needed to taste him. 

Yet, before you could fully fall back into the kiss, you were left wanting… As you were interrupted by Sam… Again. 

Damn him and his hair products to the deepest levels of hell. 

“Guys, there’s trouble. Come to the War Room. Now…” The urgency in Sam’s voice across the Bunker’s intercom system lessened your anger towards the youngest Winchester. But only a little bit. The teensiest tiniest bit. As you looked wide eyed at Dean. Your fingers untangling from his hair as you raised an eyebrow, wondering what the fuck could have gone wrong now. When you were nearly at the homestretch of the job. 

But Dean’s eyes didn’t meet yours. Still focused on your lips, he let his tongue roll against his bottom lip, as if engraving the taste of you there, before his head fell against your shoulder with a defeated sigh. 

His body had stilled, no longer rolling against you, but he still held you up, trapped between his body and the wall as he tried to control his ragged breaths. Silent curses fanned against your heated skin as his arms tightened around you for a second. 

Finally in control, Dean lifted his head just a fraction, to let his teeth graze against your pulse, before reluctantly stepping back from the wall and letting you back down. Though his arms were still securely around you as his hands massaged your ass, pushing you up against his body. His hot breath fanned over the sensitive skin of your neck as he cursed Sam once more. 

“Damn it Sammy,” His voice was cracked and breathless as he finally pulled himself away from you. Adjusting his shorts and throwing you a little smirk as you let a trembling hand lift to cool heated your cheeks before trying to fix your own clothes and hide any hints of the explosive makeout session you’d just gotten yourself into. 

Though you doubted you could hide it. Shit, if Dean’s own slightly mussed hair and kiss swollen lips were anything to go by, you probably looked freshly fucked. 

Oh joy… This would be a great conversation starter around the War Room table. 

You could picture it; “Sorry I’m late Sammy, your brother was just busy taking me apart piece by piece with his tongue in the gun range”. 

Yeah… No thanks. 

Yet, from Sam’s urgent tone over the intercom. You knew you didn’t have time to get that cold shower your body was nearly begging you to have. Something was wrong, and the ice cold dread that thought sent through your body once the proximity of Dean was no longer muddling your brain, would have to stand in for the shower you needed. 

And as Dean’s teasing smile fell away, letting the professional hitter once more take over, you knew he’d reached the same conclusion. Your crew needed you. That was all that mattered.

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Ok… So maybe you weren’t the best at rushing. 

But even though you looked like you’d just been… Well, making out with a damned greek god in the gun range, you didn’t really feel the need to advertise it to the whole damn crew. So, while Dean headed straight to the War Room, you stopped by the kitchen for some much needed water. 

If nothing else, just to make sure you didn’t arrive at the War Table at the exact same time as the dangerously addictive hitter. Though, truth be told, you needed the water. You were parched. Taking a sip of the ice cold bottle and lifting it to your cheek to cool down, you took a few deep breaths as you tried your best to smooth down your messy hair.

Hell, maybe they’d just think you’d been working out? After all, you kinda had been. Just a much more fun form of working out. If you could somehow bottle up the pure lighting to your nerves that was Dean Winchester and sell it, you’d be a fucking millionaire. 

Actually, you already kinda were a millionaire. If you counted your hidden stash of goodies from before you started stealing for the good guys. But hey… That didn’t count. 

As you walked into the War Room, you threw a grin towards Charlie, pretending you couldn’t feel Dean’s green eyes burning into you as you instead focused on Sam’s serious, set face. Sending an apologetic smile his way before you quickly stepped over to your seat and sank into your chair. 

“Now that everyone is here…” Sam said, clearing his throat as he threw you a look. The raised eyebrow showing that your current slightly unraveled appearance hadn’t escaped his trained eye. And by the way Charlie’s eyes were focused on you with an amused smirk, you knew she hadn’t either. Damn it.

“Sorry guys… Gym, needed some water before I came,” You still squeaked out, fooling absolutely no one. Though you doubted the way Dean’s eyes wouldn’t leave you, with him looking just as deliciously disheveled as you in the seat to your right, helped in any way either. 

“Sure… As I was saying before you decided to finally join us (Y/N). There’s trouble,” Sam continued, clearly deciding to drop the subject in favor of more pressing matters. Though you knew you’d have to deal with the Kid Wonder tag team of Sam and Charlie after the mess was cleared up either way. 

“What happened? Did they notice you trying to access their files?” Dean shot in, taking some of the heat off of you as he finally moved his eyes to focus on his brother. That steely, all-business look that made you weak in the knees back in green eyes as he leaned in.

From across the table, Charlie scoffed, sounding straight up offended as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her torso as she shot Dean a dirty look. 

“No way!” Her indignant voice shot in. After all, Charlie was the best. And she took pride in her work. There was no way anyone would notice it if she decided to take a gander at their files. If it was connected to the internet, Charlie could access it. Which was also why you kept all your secrets safely in hard copies, and barely even dared to watch the wrong thing on Netflix. Just in case Charlie would read something into it. 

“What’s up? It sounded serious,” You shot in, not wanting Charlie to derail the briefing by telling all of you, in excruciating detail, exactly how perfect her hacking skills were. You’d listened to those rants before. And though you didn’t even understand a fraction of what she’d talked about. You knew you could trust her skills. If she said it wasn’t the hacking, then something else had gone wrong. And you’d be willing to bet your fortune on it not being anything any of your brilliant crew had done wrong. 

You were the best. And though you were dealing with some very bad guys. It was a pretty standard job. So there was no way your criminal Scooby Gang had messed anything up. 

“They got Crowley,” Sam said with a tired sigh. 

Bingo. 

Of course it was the weak link in your operation that messed things up again. Damn it, that’s why none of you liked working with outsiders. They always messed everything up. 

“What do you mean they got him?” Dean pushed, the tired strain to his voice telling you he knew exactly what his brother meant as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Though he still asked. Just in case your own resident mobster decided to surprise you for once

“You know how I keep everyone we work with under surveillance?” Sam asked no one in particular, not even really waiting for the small nods from the group as he carded a big hand through his brown hair in a mix of anger and frustration before he kept speaking. 

“Earlier today, a bunch of goons got a hold of Crowley when he was leaving his tailor. They’re keeping him in one of the empty buildings they own,” He continued, before pausing to look around the room at all of you, letting his words sink in as you tensed in your seat. 

If Crowley was caught, it put your whole damn operation in danger. Even if the bastard didn’t squeal, the big bads would be on guard now… Plus, there was that little extra item added to your to do list of having to go save the Scotsman. Even if you really, really, didn’t feel like it.

Fuck.

Or… As your dearest boss so eloquently put it once the speaker in the middle of the table crackled to life. 

“Balls,” 

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