#Coffee for Sasquatch

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Chapter 3: Save Me The Trouble

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: People need to be more careful and watch where they’re going. You could run into a handsome stranger and get asked on a date!

Word Count: 1,821

Content/Warnings: oblivious walking (once again), like one swear, internal self-doubting monologues that hopefully still indicate a healing process, female reader, it’s pretty much fluff

Author’s Note: I’m so grateful for all that have been reading. I hope you enjoy this new part, a cute little bridge. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Here is the song this is based off of loosely, good song, listen if you please.

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You were finally settling into your new job and your new life in town. Your schedule was all figured out, and to get to know the area a little better, each day, you had started going somewhere different over lunch, driving down the mountain and into the quaint little town.

After a hectic morning, coffee seemed like just the thing to lift your spirits, so you set up your navigation to a little mom and pop shop on Main Street, cruising there with the windows down to soak up the sun and the breeze. Town was beautiful and surprisingly empty today, so it caught you by surprise when you were pulling into the parking lot and saw a khaki smear coming out of your blind spot. You stood on the brakes as soon as the tall figure took a step in front of your vehicle. A man in…were those…ranger shorts and a hat?….slammed his hands down on the hood of your car. It was him again.

You leaned your head out through the window. “You trying to make a habit of me almost hitting you? I thought you were a bear….again. Seriously, you’d think I’m out here trying to take out the nation’s wildlife if it wasn’t you walking out in front of my car every time.”

He let out a sigh as he hung his head in relief, his heart still beating fast at the near-death experience, and made his way over to your window. As you pulled yourself back in the car, he rested his elbows at the bottom of your window and leaned forward.

“I really am sorry. I’m not sure why that keeps happening. My head was kinda in the clouds.” He grimaced slightly and let out an awkward laugh.

You wanted so badly to be angry with him, but his genuine response, paired with his eyes that reflected the sky had you melting. “I-I’m not sure if I accept your apology yet.” You said then bit your lip, caught up between your slight frustration with the stranger, yet your want to believe anything he said. “You’re gonna make a reputation for me around here as ‘that girl who almost flattened the mountain ranger…twice.’”

He let out a genuine laugh. “I promise your secret’s safe with me and it won’t happen again. And I’m sure I can think of a couple people who wouldn’t be too bothered by that.”

You let out a giggle at his joke, it wasn’t too often people who looked like that had a good sense of humor to pair. The two of you sat there awkwardly for a second before you spoke up. “Well I, uh, kinda need to park, I’m on my lunch hour and was planning on getting a bite to eat.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” He pulled away from your window, walking a few paces behind the vehicle as you pulled into a spot. “You know, there’s a nice little coffee shop around the corner. I’d love to make up that whole ‘not paying attention’ thing to you. Lunch on me?”

You pulled your keys out of the ignition, stepping out and looking up at his towering form. Maybe he really was a bear. “I suppose, as long as this isn’t your way of secretly trying to lure me as bait for the mountain lions as a revenge plan.”

“Ah, no, that’s only on Tuesdays.” He shrugged.

“Today…is Tuesday….” You looked at him with mild concern as he smirked at you.

“Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to trust me. I’m Ari.” He held out his hand and you introduced yourself. He nodded at you and his eyes sparkled when your hand met his. His hand was callused, but warm and comforting, almost embracing yours. “Alright, let’s get to it, you said you’ve only got an hour?”

You nodded as his hand made its way to the small of your back and he guided you along the sidewalk into the shop.

You laughed as you sat there stirring your second drink: the free refill the shop offered if you sat and stuck around. Ari had just finished telling you about the time his pants had snagged on a tree when he was miles away from any sort of refuge or spare clothing, leaving his cheeks in the breeze until he could run the two miles back to the cabin to change. Your face began to grow red, you could feel it. You knew you’d never be able to get the thought of his ass in those ranger shorts out of your head, or better yet, out of those ranger shorts.

He spoke through his own hearty laughter. “Yeah, learned that one the hard way. From then on, I vowed to always keep at least two sets of backup clothing in the truck, and in my duffel if I’ve got to respond to a call.”

You laughed and stirred your drink again before taking another sip, while something stirred deep in Ari’s core. He was staring at you so intently and hung onto every word you said. Part of you wished he’d keep those pretty blue eyes to himself, while another part of you wanted to lean closer and fall into them.

Over the period of your conversation, the two of you had somehow shifted closer to each other. Everything was just flowing so well.

“I can relate to that too easily. It was probably three months into me getting my SUV I’ve got parked out there and I was visiting my mom. On the drive over, it was sunny with clear skies, so I had the windows down and sunroof open when I parked it in her driveway.”

Ari giggled. The gruff tree of a man in front of you giggled and you couldn’t help your gaze that dropped to his pink lips. “I can already see where this is going.”

You snapped yourself back, laughing distractedly. “Oh yeah, as soon as I got in there and convinced myself I had definitely closed the sunroof, the sky opened up. When I left after dinner, I was greeted by soaked seats and full cup holders.”

Ari’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, yeah, that’s not even the best part. Besides the fact that I had to sit in a soaked seat on the way home, when I took the first big turn on the drive, water started leaking out of the overhead lights. You know the ones up by the rear view mirror? I don’t even know how it got in there!”

Ari was snorting at your story. Your genuine nature charmed him and he appreciated how you were able to laugh with him over silly mistakes. He noticed how long it had been since he’d taken this much joy in human interaction, heck, he realized it’s been so long since he’s really interacted with another person, period. The bartender and the other rangers didn’t count. Ari’s eyes continued to roam your features as you passionately told your story, a reminiscent smile on your face. A lace of humor that could retrospectively cover the embarrassing moment.

“Ever since then, I’ve carried at least three towels in the trunk. And also a change of clothes, just like you. It took all night for me to dry out the seats my garage. Had to open all the doors and run a box fan.”

Ari laughed and shook his head. “Well, cheers to learning from mistakes and always being prepared.”

You nodded, eyebrows raised in agreement, as you raised your coffee cup to meet his. “Amen to that. I knew you were a ranger for a reason. And I’ve been told I was a boy scout in another life.”

The two of you sipped your drinks and laughed together. You were surprised how a conversation as mundane as this could be so entertaining. Seriously, who took up twenty minutes just to note how prepared they were by keeping spares of everything possible on their person?

Wait. Twenty minutes on that one subject? And you’d discussed several before? What time was it!?

You checked your watch and your eyes got wide. You’d been sitting here with Ari for two hours. “Oh my gosh. I didn’t even realize how much time has passed! I really have to go and get back to my actual life. I should’ve been gone an hour ago!”

You frantically started gathering your things.

Ari stood from his chair, causing it to skid against the floor, watching you pack up and unsure what to do. “Wait, can I see you again sometime?”

“That’d be great but I don’t have time to exchange numbers.” You debated chugging the rest of your coffee, opting for the smarter decision of just carrying it back with you.

“There’s a bar two blocks down from here. Share a drink with me Friday night?”

“Perfect.” You threw over your shoulder as you rushed out the door and back down the sidewalk.

You didn’t have it in your to tell a guy like him ‘no’ to a request as simple as that. Ari looked like the kind of guy who would just love and leave, but his behavior said otherwise. Through your entire time together, he only ever indicated that he cared about you. His eyes never left yours, he asked you questions about the stories you told him. But was it too good to be true? Maybe you should just save yourself the trouble you thought as you got back into your car.

No. You’d played with fire like this before, but this time, for some reason, you didn’t fear you’d get burned.

Ari flopped back down in his chair after you left. He should probably get back to the ranger station soon, but he needed time to gather his thoughts.

He was finally relearning himself, and he had no plans on adding someone else back into the equation. Was it too soon?

He wanted to let you in, let you uproot his life from the inside. But he didn’t think it’d be wrecked. It would be rebuilt, regrown like the flower buds on the trees in spring. Everything about you seemed to shine so bright, like the rays from the sun he loved to watch filter through the leaves and hit the forest floor. Even through the clouds, his and your own that you both seemed to carry, something was glowing and warming up, he could feel them dissipating.

This feeling, the whole day and time with you, it felt like a movie he’s seen, but he didn’t believe it could be true. For a second, a tinge of doubt crept into Ari’s mind. What if it didn’t work out? What if this put him back where he started? Alone in that bar drinking doubles. He was quick to push it away, though. That heartache belonged to somebody else. Someone he never wanted to know again.

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@patzammit

@hawkeyes-queen

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Sketch of Washing Machine.

[shortandplastic]

"I told you everyone up here drinks coffee!"

[picsfortheday]

[uapro]

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Any sasquatch believer and UFO or space alien or martian believer will love this combo design with two of the greats; extra-terrestrial and big foot! Space people, squatch, science fiction, and urban legend fans will love it. Cool retro eighties style The woods are a beautiful, scary place. They are full of life and death, of light and darkness. They are a place of mystery and magic, of danger and beauty.

[raydarmagdave]

A little #sasquatch #coffee mug from our trip to #Oregon (at Oregon , USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce19ze6vyd3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ghostlykeyes]

i rlly like your work, heartsteel needs more content tbh,, so ty!! ANYWAY,

i liked the general relationship/kiss hcs w kayn, would u be able to do that for the other two as well?? if that makes sense

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HEARTSTEEL YONE: RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW, with light touching/sensuality ♡ TW: Some alcohol usage/food mentions ♡ I've done Sett's kisses here (X) and relationship HCs here (X), and Yone's kisses here (X) ! (will I remember to come back and edit those links in??? only time will tell)

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YONE

No matter where you go, Yone brings you on fantastic dates. It's never popular tourist-trap type outings, either. If you ask how the hell he even found out about your date locations, he smiles coyly and says he can't reveal his sources. Regardless, expect lots of breathtaking, original dates—hidden trails that spill into breathtaking clumps of wildflowers, a hole-in-the-wall burger joint with the best fries you've had in tour entire life, tiny sculpture parks with some truly absurd statues (he absolutely refuses to delete the unflattering pic of you squatting next to a caked-up stone Sasquatch).

He isn't on his phone often, so don't be surprised if Yone doesn't text you back quickly or is overly-formal with his messages. Wild horses couldn't drag a silly emoji or a meme out of him. If you're lucky, you'll get a red heart, but that's about it. He tries not to make you feel neglected just because he's a dry texter, though. Especially when he's on tour, he calls you to check in whenever he's got a spare moment.

Yone's a chronic meal-skipper so he really appreciates if you share your food with him. Be warned, though, if you force him to step away from work and sit down for dinner you're either getting five minutes and a cup of instant ramen, or he's cooking you a three course meal complete with different appetizer, entree, and dessert wines. There's no in-between.

While Yone's not a fan of PDA, he holds your hand through every big event you're forced to attend. He doesn't appreciate the attention and flashing lights, but your warm, reassuring grip keeps him calm and relatively content.

Matching outfits are a little bit too much, but Yone is all for wearing clothing that compliments yours. Think similar textures, colors, and cuts. If you're wearing athleisure, he'll throw on a pair of stylish sweatpants. You're rocking the all black fit, so is he (with a pop of color in his earrings, probably—if he's completely monochrome, Kayn accuses him of "stealing his look"). Though he thinks it's a little cringy to be exact matches, he's definitely down to coordinate.

Whenever Yone makes himself a coffee, he whips up a glass of your favorite beverage as well. Nothing is too complicated—if you want a latte, he can make any flavor, and he'll pour the foam into a heart shape on top. Boba? No problem, he's got tapioca pearls in your favorite flavor and large straws on hand, to boot. A mimosa? Okay, he might raise his eyebrow at that one and point out that it's like eleven A.M.—nevertheless, if it's a mimosa you want, then it's a mimosa you'll get. Part of this is because he loves you, of course, but also? He hates sharing his coffee and figures that you won't ask for a sip if you've got your own drink.

Yone absolutely melts when you take care of him. He's used to looking after everyone else's wants and needs, so it's a pleasant surprise when someone extends that same care and attention to him. Cook him his favorite meal or take care of his laundry when he's been extra busy, and he looks at you like you're the eight wonder of the world. "You didn't have to do that for me," he cups your face gently, sweeping an appreciative kiss over your forehead. "But I'm glad that you did."

Chivalry is not dead and Yone's the man giving it CPR. Count on him to be the perfect gentleman. He opens every door for you, takes your coat whenever you drop by his studio, and no, under no circumstances will he let you pull out your own chair.

Yone's pet-names are sweet and classic. Most often, he calls you 'my darling', but he'll occasionally pepper in a 'dearest' or 'lover' for variety.

One of Yone's favorite ways to spend a free evening with you is sneaking into underground music shows. The two of you will turn up to somebody's house where the living room has been cleared to throw together a makeshift stage, or an abandoned warehouse with people clustering together and swaying to synthetic beats blasting through mid-grade speakers. More often than not, the musicians aren't that good (but that's par for the course with these kind of shows). The atmosphere can't be beat, though. And, when you do stumble upon somebody's garage band that actually goes hard, it's always an exciting surprise. Yone always keeps cash on him in case somebody's selling merch. He snags two stickers, one for you to keep and one to paste on his guitar case. What better way to commemorate shitty bands and crowded house shows than with matching stickers?

If you tag along with him on tour or business trips, Yone's first mission is to scout out a good coffee shop. Of course he takes you along, and buys you whatever little treats catch your eye. Sweets, sandwiches, snacks—anything he notices you ogling behind the glass, he orders for you.

Even with his massively packed schedule Yone NEVER, EVER forgets an important date. Expect gifts on birthdays and anniversaries, and extra love and support on dates that might be difficult for you.

Since Sett's a master crocheter, Yone pays him a frankly absurd amount to make you a plushie that looks like his fox mask. Yone knows that it can't be easy for you, with him away touring or on business so much of the time. The stuffed snuggle-buddy, he hopes, can ease your loneliness when he's away. Before he sets off on a long trip he makes sure to spritz your stuffie with his cologne, so that you can squish it in your sleep and dream that he's right there with you.

Yone's not a huge cuddler. Too much physical attention can make him feel smothered. The exception is when you sit on his lap. He loves when you settle onto him while he's working. As long as you're quiet and still (he doesn't want you to disturb his flow, after all), he basks in your comfortable warmth and the adorable way you tuck yourself into his chest.

[deancaskiss]

what your lips taste like

Kiss #23 - A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Series also available on ao3.

Summary: Of all the things Dean was looking forward to, watching a Western movie by himself from the comfort of his bed with a secret midnight snack of Tiramisu was top of the list. What Dean hadn’t been expecting was a certain angel sneaking into his room to eat his dessert, only to get caught in the act. And he certainly hadn’t been expecting Cas to have a sweet tooth. But maybe tiramisu wasn’t the only sweet treat that Cas might be interested in. Only one way for Dean to find out… by offering Cas one more taste.

Word count: 1,818 (continued under the read more). Also posted on ao3.

The benefit of being the one who stocked the Bunker’s kitchen with food meant that Dean had the advantage of buying himself midnight snacks. The downside? Having to hide them before they got stolen and eaten by a Sasquatch and a Nephilim. Hence why he’d been coming up with ever increasingly clever places to hide snacks and desserts.

But today, Dean was quite proud of himself. He’d gone to the store early that morning, remembered to get honey for Cas, cereal for Jack, and fresh fruit for Sam, and then managed to sneak a tiramisu for himself into the mini fridge in his room without anyone seeing.

That tiramisu had been motivating Dean all day as he cleaned the Impala and continued inventory with Sam. Reshelving books in the library, which had been strewn out across the tables from weeks of cases, was only made easier by thinking of his plans of watching a Western movie in bed and eating that tiramisu by himself.

Evening bled into night as Dean flicked books at Sam just to annoy him, and Sam retaliated by blowing dust into Dean’s eyes. Dropping the final book into place, Dean yawned exaggeratedly and nodded towards his room. “Think I’m gonna hit the hay for the night,” he said, before belatedly realizing the library seats that had been occupied were now suspiciously empty. “Hey, have you seen Angel and Angel Junior recently?”

Sam shook his head, scrubbing his eyes tiredly. “Think they wandered off an hour ago? Not really sure.”

Deciding Cas and Jack could very much take care of themselves, Dean used the opportunity to slip out of the library, sneaking into the kitchen on the way to his room to snatch a fork.

Oh, he could already taste that rich coffee flavor on his tongue.

What a good night this was going to be.

Swinging open his bedroom door with a fervor that could only be fueled by anticipation of dessert, Dean stepped into his room, humming AC/DC under his breath…

And froze.

The fork clattering to the floor.

Dean stared…

And Cas stared back, a deer-in-headlights look crossing his face as his eyes darted to Dean and then flittered away.

“Dean,” Cas mumbled around a mouthful. Of tiramisu.

The dessert was sat on Dean’s desk… half eaten.

And there Cas was, sitting in the chair at the desk, with a streak of cream across his cheek. Eating Dean’s tiramisu. In Dean’s room. As if Cas belonged there.

Dean’s eyes darted from the demolished tiramisu to Cas, and back to the dessert again. “What the actual-” Dean started to sputter.

“I can explain,” Cas rushed out, quickly pushing away from the desk. That embarrassed look was still darting across his face, eyes cast down as a red flush graced his cheeks.

Dean crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe and raising his eyebrow at the angel. “Oh, this oughta be good,” he said, gesturing at Cas in a ‘well, go on, talk’ kinda way.

Cas fumbled for a second, glancing back at the dessert he’d stolen before guiltily looking over at Dean. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but then floundered. No words came out.

It was the first time Dean had ever seen Cas speechless. Actually, scratch that. The first time he’d ever seen Cas at a loss for words, and the first time he’d ever seen Cas actively choosing to eat.

A tug of pity yanked in Dean’s gut, and he softened. “All you had to do was ask, you know. Woulda shared it with you,” Dean muttered, moving into the room and knocking Cas’ shoulder with his own.

The touch seemed to spark something in Cas, because the angel jerked backwards and deflated; shoulders sagging in shame. “Dean, I’m sorry, I-”

But Dean cut him off. Grabbing the half-eaten tiramisu, he snagged Cas’ sleeve and tugged them both down onto the bed. “You’re here now. Might as well share it.”

Cas shook his head, immediately making a move to get off the bed. “No, Dean, no, I can’t. Why aren’t you angry? I stole your dessert. I didn’t ask. I only meant to take a bite…”

Cas looked helpless. Utterly lost.

Dean felt a tug on his heartstrings for the second time since he’d laid eyes on Cas in his room.

That was a good question. Why wasn’t he mad?

Because… because it was Cas. Because if there was anyone he’d share a movie night and midnight snacks with… of course it would be Cas.

Rolling his eyes fondly, Dean tugged on Cas’ sleeve again. “Sit down and share this with me before I change my mind,” he teased, making room for Cas on the bed.

Shaking his head again, Cas muttered, “No, I’m not having another bite.”

Something in Dean’s brain twinged, and an idea sprung to mind. A very risky idea. A very risky, very dangerous idea.

But if Cas was already here, eating his dessert, knowing there was a risk of being caught… what was one more bold move in the grand scheme of things?

“Oh?” Dean said, flickering his gaze up and down Cas’ body before deliberately picking up the fork Cas had been using. “What about one more taste then?”

Slowly, Dean dragged the fork down into the dessert, making sure to get each layer of the tiramisu. He caught Cas’ eye, making sure to raise his eyebrow deliberately as he carefully and intentionally brought the fork up to his lips.

The taste of coffee and cream burst across his palate as he ate the forkful of tiramisu. Taking his time, he chewed slowly, making sure to savor the delicious flavor and warmth of cocoa powder and mascarpone, never taking his eyes off of Cas as he pushed the tray with the dessert to the other side of the bed.

Swallowing with a show, watching Cas break their eye contact to follow the movement of his Adam’s apple, Dean grinned. Leaning forward towards where Cas was perched on the end of the bed, Dean made a show of dropping his gaze down to Cas’ lips before dragging back up to Cas’ eyes.

“One more taste?” Dean asked again. The offer was clear. But Dean let it hang in the air between them. Letting Cas process what was happening, giving the angel a chance to bolt if Dean had read this all wrong.

Cas’ gaze flickered to Dean’s lips, then he was nodding, imperceptibly at first, and then more obviously. Shifting forwards slightly, Cas made a noise in the back of his throat, cut himself off, then looked at Dean and murmured, “Yes.”

Surging to close the gap, Dean caught Cas’ lips with his own. Cas let out a startled huff of air against Dean’s cheek and he pressed closer into Dean’s touch.

Starting the kiss out slow and simple, Dean traced Cas’ mouth with his own, giving Cas just the barest hint of sweetness on his lips. Cas hummed softly, and Dean felt a shiver cascade down his spine.

Gliding their lips together, Dean slipped one hand down to snag Cas by the waist, drawing him in closer. The new angle made it even easier for Dean to trace Cas’ lower lip, first with his own lips, and then, slowly, with just a hint of tongue.

Now it was Cas who was shuddering, letting out a little gasp and parting his lips.

Using that to his advantage, Dean slipped his tongue into Cas’ mouth.

Cas was quick to chase Dean’s tongue with his own, tracing the sweet taste of mascarpone cream. The touch was warm and delicious, and Dean felt himself letting out a shaky breath this time.

Cas broke the kiss with a little huff of laughter, and the sound was enough to have Dean seeing stars. Yanking Cas by the lapels of his trenchcoat, Dean pulled him back into the kiss with his own lips parted as an invitation. Cas immediately took it, licking past Dean’s lips and into his mouth.

The kiss tasted like tiramisu; coffee and sweet cream and rich cocoa all at once. Cas was chasing the flavor of the dessert, while Dean was savoring the flavor that was distinctly Cas.

Dean let Cas take the lead; let the angel trace his tongue over the roof of Dean’s mouth, curving along the back of Dean’s teeth before gliding along Dean’s tongue.

Sweetness mixed with intoxication, and Dean couldn’t stop himself from meeting Cas’ fervor. The more Cas leaned in, the more Dean tugged him closer. The more Cas let out little gasps and stuttered breaths, Dean felt a moan catch in the back of his throat.

The last traces of tiramisu were licked away by Cas, and yet, Cas didn’t break the kiss. Instead, the angel nudged his nose against Dean’s cheek, wordlessly surrendering control to Dean.

Pulling back a fraction so he could draw in a sharp breath, Dean slowly melded their lips together again, just barely catching a hint of coffee on the tip of Cas’ tongue. And then Dean was taking his time, kissing Cas deep and slow as if there was nothing else in the world except for this kiss. There was still a sweetness lingering on Cas’ lips, but maybe that had nothing to do with the dessert at all.

Breaking the kiss felt like sweet torture, and Dean couldn’t stop himself from leaning back in and pressing fast and chaste kisses to Cas’ lips, as if that could make the moment last longer.

When Dean finally pulled back, putting the smallest amount of space between them, Cas looked utterly wrecked. His hair a mess and his pupils blown wide with desire. His cheeks tinged and his lips swollen red. There was still a streak of marscapone left on his cheek, and Dean shifted forwards, pressing his lips to skin and licking away the cream.

Cas’ breath caught in his throat, his voice deep and thick as he gasped, “Dean.”

The word hung in the air between them, and Dean darted his eyes down to the forgotten dessert. Without a word, Dean picked up the fork and snatched another piece, offering it to Cas with a little smirk. “More?”

Glancing at the fork, Cas shook his head. Hand reaching out, fingers wrapping around Dean’s wrist, Cas guided the fork to Dean’s mouth, and the angel’s eyes lingered on Dean’s lips—kiss swollen and gleaming.

Dean got the hint, opening his mouth and letting the tiramisu melt on his tongue. Cas’ eyes never wavered from Dean’s lips, the angel swallowing thickly when Dean deliberately licked his lower lip, leaving a trace of mascarpone cream at the corner of his mouth.

“Well?” Dean teased, raising an eyebrow at Cas when he’d finished the piece of tiramisu.

Closing the gap between them, Cas’ lips hovered over Dean’s as the angel murmured, “Maybe one more taste.”

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #7

Just thinking about my future. It's scary. So I'm just going to post these to keep my mind off of it lmao. Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. Also plenty of Soapghost & Alerudy this time! ♡♡♡

- Lila

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Rodolfo: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! Alejandro: Um…Neat. later Alejandro, lying face down on his bed: I said "Neat," Y/N. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. Y/N, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Alejandro. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Soap confessed his love for me? Alejandro: Didn't you thank him? Y/N: closes the book and looks at the ceiling I fucking thanked him.

Gaz: Y/N's refusing to wear their glasses! Y/N: Gaz, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch. Y/N: points to Soap Soap. Y/N: points to Graves Graves. Y/N: points to Ghost Sasquatch.

Gaz: How do you connect with a fictional character? Ghost: What? Price: What? Soap: What? Y/N: pulls up a 500-slide presentation I'm glad you asked.

The Squad: walking at the mall Alejandro: Hey, have any of you guys seen Y/N? They’ve been gone for a while... Soap: Eh, nope. Rodolfo: No, I haven’t… Ghost: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something. Y/N: Hey. Alejandro: Ooh, there you are- Ghost: What the fu- Soap: I- where were you?! Y/N: Walking right behind you guys.

Y/N: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… König and I are dating. König, Soap, Rodolfo, and Gaz: gasp Y/N: König, why are you surprised?! (he WOULD)

Ghost: Where’s Soap? Y/N: Doing stuff. Ghost: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Rodolfo? Y/N: Trying to stop Soap from doing the stuff. Ghost: And Gaz? Y/N: Trying to stop Rodolfo from stopping Soap from doing the stuff. Ghost: I see. And what are you doing here, Y/N? Y/N: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Gaz from stopping Rodolfo from stopping Soap from doing the stuff.

Gaz: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple… Alejandro: I really care about your feelings! Rodolfo: I really care about YOUR feelings! Gaz, turning his head: …and then there's the disaster couple… Soap: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Ghost: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE-FOOT RADIUS OF YOU! (then again- this might as well be switched lmao)

Soap: Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill! Soap: First who would you kill? Gaz, Ghost, and König all jokingly point at Y/N bc Graves isn't there Y/N: shrugs I would kill me too. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König: WAIT NO!!

Alejandro: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Ghost: Maybe a bit tipsy? Gaz: Drunk. Soap: Wasted. Y/N: Dead.

Ghost, smugly, after security arrives to escort Soap and Y/N out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out? Soap, in defeat: Let’s go. Y/N: Wait. Soap: What? Y/N: I’d kinda like to be carried out…

Soap, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Ghost, the love of my life, for telling me Gaz was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

Rodolfo: Well, remember when Alejandro made a romantic dinner for me? Y/N: Rodolfo, he microwaved you a pizza.

Price, talking to Laswell: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Y/N, rushing in: Price! Ghost tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (11)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, past break-up, arguments, daddy Dean

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Designed by pain masterlist

Designed by pain (10)

“Sweetheart? Y/N? Uh—I’m sorry,” Dean follows you inside your office like a puppy. “I saw red when that bastard came here. Men like him looked at you like you were their latest meal for years. I saw the same hunger in my father’s eyes when I introduced you to him.”

“So, what you are trying to tell me is that the fact my son is crying his eyes out is all someone else’s fault – not yours?” You size Dean up. “Really? That’s all you have to say!”

“No…I mean. Fuck,” he drops his gaze and shakes his head. “You don’t have to tell me that I fucked up big time! I wanted to get to know my son and now, I hurt him. But…but that man came here, wanting to claim you…he called me a cretin!”

“You’re a cretin,” you grin for a moment before you press your lips into a thin line.

“Only because I don’t eat my burger using cutlery, doesn’t mean I’m a cretin. He’s an uptight bastard wanting to dick you down,” He purses his plump lips, making you even madder.

“You won’t sweet-talk your ass out of this situation,” you snap at Dean. “Whatever Ketch has done, or attempted to do, has nothing to do with the fact that you fucked my life over only by your presence. You came here to turn my world upside down and dare to blame Ketch for the shit you, once again, pulled. Do you ever grow a pair of balls and take responsibility for your actions?”

You are a panting mess after your rant and need to sit down. Holding your head you take deep breaths. You don’t know how to fix things with your son, and how to handle Dean, Ketch, and the whole situation.

“You quit your job,” Dean watches you intensely. “What do you want to do now? I mean, uh…you need money and all. I could help you and stuff.”

“I got enough spare money to survive,” you huff. “The house is mine, and so is my car. I have no debts and know how to handle my finances. I don’t need the hero in torn jeans to come along and save me. Not you. Not Ketch. Not some entitled asshole believing he can rule my life.”

“I didn’t try to rule your life,” Dean argues. “Imagine my surprise to find out that I’m a father for eight years!”

“You’re not a father!” You curse his name and whole existence. “You’re a sperm donor, nothing else. Stop acting like my son or I owe you shit. If anyone owes us shit, it’s you!”

“I could…” Dean trails off. Arguing with you is the worst for Dean. He doesn’t want to hurt you even more. But, at the same time, he doesn’t want to give in so easily. “Let me help you.”

You groan loudly. “Did you even listen? I just told you that I don’t need a hero to save me. All I want is for you, Ketch, and your Sasquatch brother to leave me alone.” You glance at Sam who awkwardly pokes his head inside the room. “Sorry, Sam.”

“There was someone on your door. They got a package,” Sam sheepishly says. “I put it in the living room. Is it alright to grab a coffee or do you want me to leave immediately?”

You regret your harsh words. Sam is an innocent bystander. He always was nothing but kind towards you. “Again, I’m sorry Sam. Please grab a snack and coffee. Or you could order food. The numbers are pinned to the fridge.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Sammy, can you leave us alone? We are having an argument I’m about to win.”

You huff. “This is not an argument, Winchester. We are fighting, and I’m about to win this fight. In the morning, I want you gone. My son needs stability. I cannot let you confuse him even more. You will fly back home and forget about Michael soon enough. It’s not as if you are ready to take responsibility for your son, or your behavior.”

“You are confusing me with the man you left eight years ago, Y/N. I have grown out of my cocky attitude and irresponsibility. I’m an adult and know how to take responsibility for my actions.” Dean talks back, stepping toward the couch. “I know what happened in front of your house with Ketch was…” He sighs. “Let’s say it was not one of my best moments. I fucked this up, okay.”

You rub your pulsing temples. Dean has this ability to make you mad and wants you to hug him at same the time. “You are giving me a headache, Dean. What you don’t get is that my little boy is sitting in his room, wondering why I never told him about you. How could I tell him that I left you because of what happened that night.”

“Maybe you could…” He bites his tongue when your son walks inside the room. Michael rubs his eyes and looks at you. “Hey…uh…bud. I’m sorry for the yelling earlier. I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“Was it all a lie?” Michael turns to look at Dean. “Do you even have an Impala, or was this a lie too? You promised to take me for a ride. Did you lie about that too?”

“Michael,” Dean’s features soften when looking at your son. “I didn’t tell you that I’m your dad because I waited for the right moment. Your mommy and I wanted to discuss things before talking to you. Everything else was the truth, bud. I’d never lie to you.”

“You saw the car in the pictures, baby boy,” you slowly get up from the couch to run your hand over his head. “Remember? The one you liked so much with me and his car.”

Michael nods, realizing he forgot about the picture. “I remember now, mommy.” He looks at you, fresh tears in his eyes. “Can we talk some more tomorrow? I’m so confused.”

“We will talk about everything tomorrow,” you softly say and wrap your arms around him. “It’s getting late, and you must be hungry.”

“Hmm…” Michael nods against you. “Can Dad and Uncle Sammy eat with us? I want to hear more about my cousins. Uncle Sam said they like books, and cars too.”

“Oh,” you are surprised. Sam took his time to talk to your son while you argued with Dean and Ketch. You feel sorry for being mad at him. “It would be nice to get to know more about time.”

“Yeah,” Michael lifts his head to look at you. “Maybe we can meet them too when I don’t have school. Uncle Sam seems to be nice.”

Dean clamps his mouth shut. He tries to not disturb the moment of peace and silently walks out of the room. He sighs deeply and runs one hand down his face.

“I need to find a way to make things up to them…”

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[justabigoldnerd]

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

Thank you so much @the-golden-comet for the tag!!! Fun fact regarding your last song, on Saturday, I drunkenly screamed along to "Before He Cheats" on the way home (was NOT driving, can't even drive lol) and it was fucking TRASCIENDENT 😆🤩🤩🤩 Anyway, here are my answers!

Favorite color: Greens and Browns 💚🤎🌿🍂

Last Song: "Pantsuit Sasquatch" by Mollylele (it's about a sasquatch that ran for office and lost and now is being bothered by people for it lol it is SO GOOD)

Currently Reading: "The Year 1000" by Robert Lacey and Danny Danziger for research for "I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)"

Currently Watching: Just finished the show "From" (Jade is my poor little meow meow, my sopping wet feral kitten, the biggest asshole and I love him), about to start watching "Avatar: The Last Airbender"!

Currently Craving: a piñacolada, virgin or not lol, or a coke slushie 🤤

Coffee or Tea: At home, coffee with extremely specific ratios. Unless I have homegrown mint, then it's peppermint tea. But if I'm out somewhere? Those cheap gas station cappuccinos with three packets of sugar and two single-serving hazelnut creamers. That is the nectar of the gods.

No pressure tagging @huggiebird @pippinoftheshire @yallwildinrn @too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight

@heytheredeann @cha-melodius @nicijones @astermeri and anyone else who wants to join!!

[shortandplastic]

Seattle cruising

[dadokid]

FNS - Incorrect quotes PT.1

(made with the help of a generator)

Mrs Tango : You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Endless: What changed your mind?

Mrs Tango : Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

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Endless: Mrs Tango , Tango, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?

Mrs Tango , trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Tango is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.

Tango: I love you too :)

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Skizz : Hey, you want a tarot reading?

Impulse: Those are Pokemon cards.

Skizz : You got a magikarp.

Impulse: ...

Skizz : It means 'fuck you'.

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Endless: Joker's refusing to wear his glasses!

Joker: Endless, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch.

Joker: *points to Impulse* Impulse.

Joker: *points to Tango * Tango .

Joker: *points to Mrs Tango * Sasquatch.

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Mrs Tango , setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Evil, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Astro, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Brody, trembling: What are we playing?!

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Evil: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Etho: I don't know how to do that.

Endless: I don't wear a watch.

Joker: Time is a construct.

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Skizz: *shoves their hand in the slot of a toaster*

Astro: …

Skizz: …I get confused sometimes.

Astro: Me too.

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Etho: Your smile looks forced.

Endless: That’s because it is.

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Skizz : I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Brody, rushing in: Skizz ! Impulse tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

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This is the first part of many.. oh this will be something. Yall can thank Puff for this btw.

[leiascully]

Ficlet: Highways and Backroads

Just a little ficlet thinking about Memento Mori.

Scully gazed at the image of her brain.  How strange it was to see inside her own head, despite the hundreds of scans she'd seen before.  How strange it was to see the mass and know it for the ill omen it was.  Not just a shadow or a smudge: the specter of death, approaching slowly.

She had lain in the machine and thought about Mulder.  She could lie still and think of Mulder.  Fanciful thoughts, only half-related to the matter at hand.  It wasn't an fMRI; she couldn't see the parts of her mind that lit up when she thought of him.  Instead she thought about how similar they would seem, scans of her brain and Mulder's: one image blurred and one pristine, but otherwise nearly indistinguishable.  The eggshell skull, the grey matter within.  

It wouldn't show the truth of them, she thought.  Her mind, tidy as a highway map, on ramps and off ramps at regular intervals.  Nevermind how many of them ended in dead ends or wilderness - she'd tried to block those off.  But Mulder's mind was like a county highway, winding through woods and little towns.  The scenic route.  She never knew what would be around the next corner: a brilliant shaft of sunlight illuminating a field of wildflowers or a sasquatch browsing among the ruins of a homestead or a strange little town where the diner coffee was a religious experience.  The world's biggest ball of yarn, maybe.  A cabin with creaking floors where gravity was supposedly reversed.  Something new each day revealed itself in the winding backroads of his thoughts.

She loved traveling the road of his mind.  It took her to such interesting places.  She loved the actual roads they drove to get to the small towns where magic was still rumored to happen.  They had wound through the woods and up the mountains in a hundred anonymous cars, chasing stories.  Even if she didn't believe in the Mothman, she could see the appeal of the story.  Once upon a time, we were important.  Once upon a time, the wilderness took a form like ours.  We feared it.  We loved it.  It showed us the truth of ourselves.

She still believed she had paved the only path that would have brought her to where she'd wanted to go.  The physics department, the medical school, the FBI Academy had all been full of men who only saw past her stature and her tits when she could prove she was more rational than any of them, more measured, less tied to all the earthy wisdom that Missy loved.  She didn't have the liberty to leap to conclusions; she had to document every step of her journey from one idea to the next, mile markers assuring her mentors that she wasn't going to veer into feminine foolishness.

Still, all of it had brought her here, to a white room with fluorescent lights, facing the silhouette of her own mortality on the horizon.  Perhaps all roads led to this particular Rome: to the hospital, to the mortuary.

She would have to tell Mulder.  He would refuse: the shadow she knew to be a tumor would be reduced under his critical gaze to a sunspot or someone's malicious thought.  He would take her down a different path, a track traced through the wilderness, to some unforeseen happy ending.

He would be wrong.  But she would enjoy the journey.

[arwenadreamer]

It's your birthday, Sammy!

“How do we know when it’s our birthdays?” Dean asks out of the blue.

The brothers are sitting on the porch of their cabin, enjoying their morning cup of coffee while looking out over the mountain ridge. 

“Why, you wanna have a party complete with jumping castle and pony rides and pinata?” Sam teases.

“Ha, ha. No, Sam, my party is gonna be clown themed. Clown napkins, clown plates, clown costumes for all the guests.”

Sam does his best to look disapprovingly at his brother, but secretly enjoys their carefree banter so much. God, how he’s missed that. 

“Since there’s no time up here, we don’t have any way to tell, Dean. But I don’t think it’s important anymore, either. I mean, it’s a little bit redundant to celebrate birthdays after youˋre dead, don’t you think?”

“Well, I certainly don’t want to celebrate our death days”, Dean counters. Then, after a little pause, tags on quietly: “You finally coming here, though, is cause to celebrate.”

Sam can’t help but smile at that. Yes, it is. Being finally reunited with Dean is nothing less than cause to rejoice. 

“I still think we should celebrate our birthdays, though!” Dean insists. 

“Why? We’ve never really done that back in life either.”

“Exactly! Which is why we should do it now. Because we can. And we have to make up for so many missed or shitty birthdays.”

Sam get’s what Dean is saying, and he doesn’t really have an objection to that either. After all, they’ve got all eternity together now. If they want to celebrate, they should celebrate.

“So, Sammy, since there is no official calendar, I hereby declare today to be the second of May. Happy birthday, baby brother! How would you like to spend your day?”

Sam smiles. “Doesn’t February come before May?”

“Uh, uh, not a chance, Sammy! Today is gonna be your birthday! Always liked that day better anyway. The day you were born? There ain’t no bigger reason for me to celebrate. Never got a bigger present.” After a beat of silence, Dean adds: “Literally. Who would have thought that tiny little baby brother would turn into a sasquatch?”

Sam feels such a rush of affection, it’s almost overwhelming. And to think that he is going to get this for all of eternity!

“So, what you wanna do, Gigantor? Throw a party? Invite friends?”

“How about we go for a drive, Dean? Just you and me and baby. I’ll even let you sing happy birthday in the car.” At the grin that is spreading on Dean’s face, Sam hastily adds: “But only once!”

“Okay”, Dean agrees with a beam. “We’re in heaven, I think I can make the song last a while.”

Sam could smack himself. Why did he have to mention a birthday song in the first place? But if he’s being quite honest with himself, he’s looking forward to it, he thinks, as he follows his brother to the car. He had to live too many years without his brothers off key singing.

They both slide into their car seats and close baby’s doors at the same time, completely in sync as they had been most of their lives.

“Anything specific you wanna see, Sammy?” Dean asks, as he starts the engine.

“No, just drive. This is gonna be perfect”, he says.

And as they drive along the dusty road, Dean making every note of ‘Happy Birthday’ last a small eternity, he thinks it really is. The most perfect birthday he’s ever had. 

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