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#and I think he'd spend what free time he had with her in the garage or hanging out
newtonsheffield · 11 months
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Hi, Molly. In Nothing Good Starts, does Kate transition smoothly into all the media attention and modeling for sponsors that come with being with Anthony? Does she feel uncomfortable or annoyed or anything like that at first? Or something less fraught like just not instinctively knowing what to do in front of the camera during shoots?
I think it's not that Kate minds it, by the time she and Anthony start dating, she's reasonably comfortable doing press and she's comfortable enough with the fact that there are 40ft high billboards of her boyfriend smouldering away in cities all over the world. She's stunned honestly, when she was sitting on Anthony's sofa and she had a call from Daphne.
"So, I'm sure you know, Calvin Klein's a sponsor for the team."
Kate clicked her tongue, "Is that why am officious woman sends me jeans every few months?"
"It is yeah," Daphne chuckled and something in her voice made Kate more than a little nervous. "Calvin Klein's... really excited to be back on board for next season."
Kate blinked, "I'm... glad I'll get a ton of free jeans?"
"Great!" Daphne said, "So you'd be interested in doing an ad campaign with Anthony. Perfect."
Kate's mouth dropped open in surprise, "What?"
"Well," Daphne started, "They've noticed the sort of... excitement about the two of you, and they're excited to advertise their women's line with the team as well."
"Do I have to do this?"
"No, I can tell them no."
Kate sighed, her fingers running through Anthony's hair as he lay the length of her. "This is great for the team isn't it?"
"It absolutely would be, yeah."
"I guess we're shooting an ad campaign then."
Anthony was so excited, she could tell he was from the moment she'd told him. His eyes lit up and his smile was broad like it always was when they got to spend time together, his arm around her waist as they entered the garage.
"Are you nervous?"
Kate rolled her eyes, "Yes, I'm nervous. I've never done anything like this."
Anthony chuckled, "Oh come on, you've been topless in this garage before."
"You aren't funny." Kate poked his ribs, already feeling more comfortable.
"I'm fucking hilarious."
She wasn't actually topless, she knew that. Despite what it would look like when the concept was explained and they'd asked if it was something she'd be comfortable with, and she still wasn't sure if she was. Staring at herself in the mirror with a skin coloured scarp of fabric around her chest and a light wash pair of jeans.
"You okay?"
Anthony appeared in the mirror behind her, his brow furrowed. His hair had been artfully tousled by the hair crew, his moustache left untouched. They'd smeared oil over his chest and jeans just like they had with her hands, so it looked as though she'd had her hands all over him.
"Yeah."
"There's no need to be nervous," Anthony said gently. wrapping his arm back around her waist. "It's just you ad me, right?"
It's just you and me.
It was what she said to him when she could tell he was stressed on the radio, or before he started. When she saw his smile grow a little stilted, or she heard it in his voice. Anthony's eyes would find hers and his arms would wrap around her and he'd breathe more easily. and now she did as well.
"Yeah, just you and me."
"Perfect." Anthony grinned, tugging her up quickly so her legs were wrapped around his waist. "We're ready for our close up!"
He ran them in in front of the camera, pressing Kate against the bonnet of the car they'd wheeled into view, tools strewn messily around them, and suddenly, she didn't feel so nervous anymore.
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pjsk-writin · 1 year
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The pjsk boys when another character teasingly asks them out of nowhere when they're going to marry the reader when the reader is RIGHT THERE. Probably with:
Mizuki for Rui and Akito (smug Mizu supremacy)
An for Toya? idk feel free to change that one
and Saki for Tsukasa
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I VIBRATED AT THE THOUGHT OF WRITING THIS./pos I hope you like this bc I had SO much fun with it <33
♡ MARRIAGE? - Rui Kamishiro, Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi and Tsukasa Tenma x Reader
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Rui:
It was a relatively normal day for Rui, all things considered. Practice wasn't until later, so he was currently hanging out with Mizuki and you
This wouldn't be an issue, except for when Mizuki turned to him, a shit-eating grin on their face. What were they up to now?-
"Sooo, Rui," They began, eyes shining, "When are you going to ask them to marry you?"
Both you and Rui seemed to freeze, Rui's gaze flickering between you and Mizuki. You swore you could see the smallest bit of uncertainty on his face before it was replaced with his usual grin
He tapped his chin, looking you over. "I don't know," He began, your eyes widening as he took your hands in his, "But I'd like to hope soon. They are my dearest, after all."
You could tell he was being completely serious, and you almost melted into his arms. Did he actually mean that?...
Mizuki whistled behind you both, nudging Rui with their elbow, "Oooh, I see how it is! I better be a maid of honor or something for ya!" "I'm sure you will be." He smiled and kissed the back of your hands. He was going to be the death of you.
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Akito:
Akito had been invited to a last minute hangout session with Mizuki. While he usually would have declined, not wanting to put up with their constant teasing, you would be there, so of course he had to go
The three of you were sitting together, with you in the middle and Akito and Mizuki on your sides. Mizuki turned to look at Akito, grinning
"So, Lil Bro!" He glared at them in annoyance, but they kept going, "When are you gonna put a ring on their finger?"
The three of you sat in silence before Akito stood up, his eyes wide and face so incredibly warm. His heart was pounding, but he'd rather die before he told either of you that
"I- You- It's none of your business!" His words were sharp, sounding angry but you knew he was just flustered. He ran his fingers through his hair, avoiding both of your gazes, "I mean I- I would- I'd-"
He could barely talk, and that was when you stood to take his hands in yours. He snapped out of it to stare at you, and although his face was still warm, the anger had faded
"...Fuck, I hope it's soon." He had blurted the words out without thinking, and it was your turn to have your face warm. Mizuki was grinning, raising a brow, "Oooo, really? I could give you some tips!-" "Shut up-"
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Toya:
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Toya had invited you to another practice session with VBS, and the only people currently at the WEEKEND GARAGE was you, him and An
As you all waited for the other two members, An turned to face Toya, a smile on her face as she took a sip from her drink
"Hey Toya!" He turned toward her in acknowledgement, "You ever think about when you'll get married to them?"
The question almost made you spit out what you were consuming, and Toya had froze mid-sip. He took a deep breath before putting his cup down, looking at you
"...I don't know, when do you want to get married?" The question was asked with so much softness, so much care that you almost thought you imagined it.
Except you hadn't, and his face showed just how genuine he was. He had reached out to hold your hand to, and you thought that you could melt from his warmth
You gave your answer, and Toya smiled, squeezing your hand before kissing your forehead. "Well, I can't wait." An was beaming behind you both, "Can me and Kohane be maids of honor??" "Sure, Akito would probably be my best man anyway."
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Tsukasa:
You were currently sitting in the Tenma's living room, Saki on one side and Tsukasa on the other. It was always a pleasure to spend time with them both
As you all ate your respective snacks, Saki turned to Tsukasa, eyes gleaming with curiosity
"Hey Bro?" "Yes?" "When are you going to propose to them?"
The question had made you almost drop your snacks to the floor, and Tsukasa had paused, looking at Saki with wide eyes
He was quick to clear his throat, dropping to his knee beside you as he placed a hand over his heart, grinning. "Why, whenever my favorite co-star wants me to, of course! A star is incomplete without his co-star after all!"
He was holding your hand, and you almost melted at the fact that he looked like he was already proposing. In a way, it could seem like he had
You had smiled at him, squeezing his hand as you gave your response. Satisfied with your answer, he went back to his original position, kissing your cheek. Saki gave a mock look of disgust, throwing a pillow at you both. "Okay okay, I get it , get a room-" Tsukasa had merely laughed and continued to kiss you <3
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readanddonothing · 7 months
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Dio x oc!female
I haven't read jojo's bizarre adventure, like 10 chapters, but I made this more than a year ago and think it will be nice to share
It has no title, and hasn't been edited since I finished it
“C’mon! The sun’s about to rise in a bit. Are you situated well Dio?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I won’t be in the sun’s rays, so don’t worry about it.”
Dawn sat herself in the doorway, with Dio beside her. The house they lived in was windowless, with the only thing letting in light were the doors when they opened: one on the ground to enter and exit, one on the second floor to go out onto the balcony, and the garage. The two were sitting by the balcony door- Dawn in the doorway while Dio sat a bit behind her, careful to not let the soon incoming light touch him.
“Why am I going to watch the sunrise?”
“So we can watch the sunrise together, of course,” Dawn responded with a slight smile.
“I cannot see the sun though, so how would I watch it?” Dio looked at her like she was a bit touched in the head. She was even yawning a bit. There was no reason to wake up this early just to look at a sun he can’t even see.
Dio thought there was no point in doing this, but obliged in staying where he was as Dawn seemed to find some meaning in watching this sunrise together. They sat in comfortable silence as they waited for the sun to come.
The silence was breached.
“Wahhhhhh, Dio look, look! The sun’s rising!”
Dio was fiddling with his hands and was still a bit disinterested at this scenario. But he looked up nevertheless, albeit a bit slow and had done it languidly- smart bastard.
Dawn was lit up in orange, pink, and yellow, watching the sunrise as it illuminated the hazel of her eyes in the darkness of twilight. He looked on, his eyes on her face in the sun. Charcoal hair swished and suddenly she faced him, smiling brightly with crinkled eyes.
“Isn't it beautiful?”
He stared at her for a second, thinking she can't be any more dumb, but then she asks him this question.
“Dawn, I can't see the sun,” he responded with a dead-ass look in his eyes.
“Oh… my bad, Dio,” she trips over her words as she blushes, embarrassed. “It’s just,” she continues while looking back at the sunrise, “it’s just so beautiful…”
Her eyes get lost in the colors again, the light shining in her eyes once more.
Free again to look at her without interruption, Dio continues watching Dawn. Thinking back to other times, this isn't the first time she's led him along like this. His eyes crinkle with mirth. He always went along with her whims, dragged to anything that caught her eyes and made her smile in wonder.
It's almost laughable, how he's let go like this. What happened to all the masks he put up and the spunk he had? He liked the life he had. But this, looking at Dawn and spending time like this, was like relaxing in a spring field, sighing as the breeze lifted your hair just a bit. Just enough so that you had to lift your hand and push the hair back to its place. It was a calm in the storm that he didn't know he wanted- needed - until recently. Until the many times Dawn came and dragged him to random places he found no merit in but she did. There was no profit to be made that satisfied his ego, just self contentment. And that was a way better feeling than what he'd felt before.
And so Dio sat there, self reflecting on this while looking at her. This happened while the sun slowly rose above the horizon, painting the sky with its hue once again.
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magalidragon · 3 years
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killing time | a Jonerys drabble
This is for the Anon who suggested we revisit the racing beans from that one fic I wrote where they were racecar drivers and it ended up far angstier than intended 🤣 Also uses prompt from @youwerenevermine “you’re an idiot”/“yes but I’m your idiot.” Ooooh and it is smutty 🤭
"I can't believe you think this is going to work."
"It will work. Because I'm a genius."
That was a little much, Dany thought, hoisting herself onto the tool bench in the garage, swinging her feet back and forth, watching the handsome specimen of her husband bent in half in the engine of the Direwolf, his fine, tight ass wiggling in his grease-stained coveralls, which should have made him look like he was wearing a potato sack, but were pulling in all the right places. He'd tied the arms around his hips, his white t-shirt underneath stained with grease, sweat, motor oil, and if she was not mistaken-- a large swipe of chocolate from the cake their daughter had been eating before he put her to bed for her naptime.
He moved some more, shifting on his feet and she bit her lower lip, checking the clock hanging askew on the wall. They had a meeting in about two hours, and were killing time just lounging around the garage. It made her think of when they were teenagers, spending all their time in and around the garage, making messes and letting someone else clean it up.
Now they cleaned things up themselves. He also cleaned up nicely himself. He wiggled again and she wondered if he was doing this on purpose. She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, sitting on her hands instead of doing anything that might get her in trouble. He was <i>working</i>, as he liked to stress. He didn’t want distractions when he was working.
Although working wasn’t an apt enough word for what he was doing. Fucking up a perfectly good vehicle. That’s what he was doing.
Now he was adding some sort of extra filter which he claimed would give the Direwolf extra air flow, boosting its acceleration. It made no sense to her. Plus, he'd screwed with the fins on the back, which was <i>not</i> his job, that was Gendry's as their aerodynamics expert, but Jon knew better, always, he said.
Except for her.
She wrinkled her nose, when he pulled out from the engine and then spun around, dropping down onto the other side to scoot underneath the vehicle. Exasperated, she groaned. "What are you doing now?"
"Checking the fuel pump, I think it’s jacked."
"You're making shit up." He hummed underneath and kicked his feet around. After a few minutes of clanking around, she couldn't stand it any longer and climbed down, peering into the engine, disgusted at the wires he had crisscrossing everywhere. It made no sense. It was like the inside of his head. She scowled at him, when he emerged, swatting her ass lightly with the dirty rag in his hands. She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."
"Ah, but I'm your idiot."
Be that as it may, he was screwing up a perfectly good working engine because he couldn't just leave things alone. "That's not getting you anywhere, give me that." She swiped the wrench from him and crawled up onto the Direwolf's fender, small and spry enough to really get into the engine cavity. She made sure to wiggle her butt, in her tight jeans, just enough to tease him, while also kicking up her foot.
The mess he’d created was atrocious. She could not believe this chaos of an engine. Disgusted, she made a derisive snort. “I take it back, you aren’t an idiot.”
“Aye?”
“Aye.” She climbed out and threw one of the fuel injectors she had just removed at him, as he scowled. She tilted her face up to his, smirking. “You’re a moron.”
“Is that not the same?”
“Moron is worse to me. Idiot implies you have some sense of awareness of what you did, you just did it stupidly.”
He wagged the fuel injector at her. “This is perfectly fine!”
“It’s corroded!”
The fuel injector flew over his shoulder, after he tossed it and he grabbed her hips, hoisting her up onto the car’s side, tilting her back over the fiberglass to the roof, growling. “You’re impossible.”
She snapped her teeth on his bottom lip, groaning. “You are.”
“No you.”
“You!”
The next thing she knew they were over each other, his mouth hot on her sweaty neck, pulse racing against his tongue. She moaned for more, needy, grinding her hips up into his and scratched her nails down his shoulders, pushing them under his t-shirt sleeves to get to his bare skin.
“Jon,” she groaned, his palms under her arse to lift her higher against the car, while she furiously pulled at his coveralls. He kissed her, silencing her protests, tongue spearing into her mouth and she nipped at him, her fingers easing into his briefs to free him and thumb at his cock, fondling the thick, velvet length, hardening to steel in her hands.
He pulled away, whining impatiently. “What time is it?” he panted, flicking the tab at her jeans, leaning sideways to keep her upright against the envie with his body while he worked the denim and her lace bikinis over her hip.
Doesn’t matter, she thought, busying herself with kissing him again. She loved him, loved him so much, it was hard to wrap her mind around how they had been willing to go their separate ways for so long before coming together again.
She gasped when he pulled away and latched his mouth over her nipple through her tank’s thin cotton, the competing sensations blinding her. She lifted higher and he thrust into her hand. She was drenched, cunt pulsing, and she lined him up, sliding her cunt along his cock, the head bumping her clit. She moaned softly and knocked her head against the car hood behind her.
He pushed into her easily, filling and stretching, smothering her with his body and mouth. She canted her hips, encouraging him to move, and clutched his arms. He found her hand with his and squeezed, joining them at her thigh, which was hiked up over his hip, the coveralls slapping against their thighs, zipper clanking and her jeans awkwardly bunched near her knees, the stretch denim stretching to its limits.
They had done this more times than she could count, fucking in garages and in and on cars and gods she loved it. She moaned his name and tore her nails at his arm while squeezing his hand. He grunted into her shoulder, name a breath on his lips and then she was coming, encouraging him with her until they were shattering, her cry strangled and her name a shout on his lips.
“Jon,” she sighed, feet falling to the floor, loose and limber. She hummed into his neck, kissing his pulse.
He tilted his face down and kissed her, slowly, reverently. She smiled lazily. It was so nice and comfortable afterward. She met his gaze, loving and sleepy, gray eyes blown out to black. “You’re still an idiot,” she murmured.
Jon laughed and arched his brow, about to reply when they froze, hearing a door banging from somewhere near. “Uh…”
“Jon! Dany! Where are you? We have that sponsorship meeting today and I don’t want to go can I stay with Laena?” It was Arya, bellowing through the house.
They cursed, hurriedly righting themselves as best as they could. Dany winced, squeezing her legs together uncomfortably. “Arya? What are you doing here?”
“We have that thing!” She pushed open the door and stepped in, scowling immediately. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” they said at the same time.
Arya made a face. “Ew you both are gross. Were you fucking?” She didn’t wait and gagged. “Nevermind don’t tell me…” she trailed off distracted at the engine. She bowled, leaping for it. “Jon! What did you do!?”
At the same time, from the monitor on the table beside her, Laena began babbling, awake from her nap. Dany sighed, patting Jon’s cheek. “My idiot,” she murmured and kissed him, before skirting away to leave him to argue with Arya over what he’d done to the car.
All she knew was when it was ready to drive, it would be ready and she’d trust whatever he did. Even if it made zero sense. She winked at him when he caught her gaze across the garage and he made a face.
She laughed, skipping off to get their daughter and clean up. They had a race to go prep for.
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sofreddie · 3 years
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Fricking Free
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Summary: After a close call, Dean decides it's time to settle down into a normal life.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen, Miracle (the beautiful floofy pupperz)
Warnings: 15x20 AU, Injury to Dean (but no death), Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy
Word Count: 2,239
A/N: A part 3 or epilogue of sorts to the Dog-Gone Witches and Pesky Portals mini-series. I combined them into one list since it's all connected.
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Sam hissed as he pulled Dean's body off the pole of rebar that had impaled him, gently laying him on the floor of the barn. The wound was really bad. The rebar narrowly missed his spine and heart, but he was sure it broke through at least one rib and punctured his lung.
He knew he'd have to get his brother to a hospital immediately if he had any chance of saving him. With his last bit of strength, he hoisted Dean into his arms and hurried to the Impala.
Laying Dean across the backseat, Sam rummaged in his pocket for the keys before shutting the door on his brother and hopping in the driver's seat.
Dust kicked up as he sped off towards the nearest hospital. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror to keep an eye on Dean. He looked like he was passing out.
Other than subconsciously praying that his brother would be alright, only one other thought rang through his mind.
Y/N was going to kick both their asses.
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Y/N parked the antique truck in the large parking lot of the hospital. Sam called her as soon as he got Dean to the hospital. She immediately took off to meet them, several hours away.
Sam shot up from the waiting seats in the hall outside Dean's room as soon as he saw her enter. He stood and waited for the yelling, but she rushed to him and crashed into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He was surprised, but grateful, as he understood her fear.
"He's in here," Sam said as he pulled from the hug and led her into the room. She walked through the door and her eyes landed on Dean in the bed. He was covered in bruises and bandages and so many things.
Her breath caught in her throat and she choked back a sob.
"Hey," Dean croaked with a small smile.
"You could've died," she blurted out in a whisper. She took several steps closer to him, speaking louder not but not quite yelling, "You almost died."
"I know," Dean rasped, "But I'm okay-"
She raised a hand to silence him, "I did not travel across the universe for you to turn around and die on a hunt Dean Winchester," she chastised, "You saved the world countless times. You've replaced God. You're frickin' free!" she huffed, "So be free Dean, with me. please," she begged, carefully taking one of his hands in her, tears streaming down her face.
"I can't handle seeing you like this. I can't handle not knowing if you're coming back. Please, please," she sobbed, dropping her head to his chest and holding him as carefully as she could.
Dean carefully draped an arm over her back, holding her to him as she cried. It broke his heart to see her like this. She didn't know, but Sam had had a similar conversation with him when he woke up.
He glanced at Sam then over Y/N's shoulder. His brother gave him an 'I told you so' look and Dean minutely nodded, looking back at Y/N.
"Okay," he said, brushing her hair back and looking into her eyes, "You're right."
He may never feel like he could completely quit hunting. But he trusted them and they both said he should. So he'd try. She was right. She was here, with him. After he had missed her so much.
It would be dumb to throw that all away. He almost died on that hunt. He swore to himself to never do that to her again.
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Sam drove Dean and the Impala back to the Bunker, Y/N following behind in the truck. She was angry, hurt, scared. Sam hoped the drive back might give her time to calm down.
Dean was certain she didn't believe him and was gonna leave him. They all do eventually.
When they finally parked in the Bunker's garage, Dean was surprised to see Y/N there, helping him out of the car and offering to help him to their room.
Sam followed behind with their bags, ready to help if Dean seemed to falter. But he and Y/N seemed to make it to their room just fine. Sam set their things inside and helped Y/N get Dean settled onto the bed.
He still had a long way to go to heal. They were back to doing things old school. Just another reason not to take so many risks. This hunt made Sam realize that any day could be the last now. For real.
It was sobering. It made him want to seek out all the things he couldn't before because of the life, because of Chuck. He wanted that for Dean too.
Y/N sat on the bed next to Dean, taking his hand and Sam smiled.
"I'll just leave you two to it," Sam said, going for the door.
"Hey Sam," Y/N said, turning to look at him, "Thank you for your help, and for keeping him alive."
Sam grinned and nodded, "Always."
Y/N smiled then turned back to Dean once the door was closed, "You're gonna be laid up for a while," she sighed.
Dean swallowed hard, "Are you gonna leave?" he asked in such a small voice it surprised her, "Are you gonna go back home?"
She stared at him as if he'd grown a second head, "I am home," she responded, "I'm not going anywhere, Dean. But I am not above nagging and a little shoving and smacking if you put me through this again. I'd kick your ass now but looks like someone else did me the favor."
Dean laughed, taking in her playful smile. She called this home. She was staying.
"Now, do you want food or do you want to get comfy and watch some mind-numbing entertainment?"
"Pizza and Netflix in bed with you sounds fucking perfect," Dean groaned, letting his head drop back against the headboard with a lazy grin.
"On it, Babe," she responded, pecking his lips. Dean drew her back to him, reigniting the chaste kiss and deepening it. She pulled from the kiss and giggled, "Oh, no stud. You're out of commission for the time being," she patted his chest and he groaned once more, before taking off to set up for their relaxing evening.
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Dean actually enjoyed the break he got while healing. Spending time with Y/N was just like back at her farmhouse. Except he was practically an invalid for weeks, Sam and Y/N having to help him with everything.
Now that he was healed, he was restless. He promised he wouldn't hunt, and he knew Y/N was still wary that he could or would even keep that promise. But he was determined.
Instead, he started picking up odd jobs around town: handyman, car repair, lawn maintenance. Whatever people needed, Dean offered a hand and started making a decent amount of money.
That's when the idea struck him.
If he could make and save enough money, maybe he could find a small home in the area. Maybe even a little farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Y/N would love that.
Suddenly, the apple pie life seemed attainable, tangible. So he turned to Sam for help with his plan. Sam was completely on board and started making all sorts of suggestions on how they could make the money: side jobs, part-time gigs, hustling, and selling a few non-dangerous artifacts from the Bunker.
Sam was certain they could make enough for Dean and Y/N, and for him and Eileen. Dean was over-the-moon when Sam told him he and Eileen wanted a home and to start a life.
Everything finally seemed to be falling into place.
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Dean found Y/N in their room, folding and putting away laundry. He smiled at her, always loving the small moments of domesticity. They were new and refreshing and he didn't want to take any of it for granted.
"Hey, Babe," Dean caught her attention. coming up behind her and grabbing her by the waist as he placed a kiss on her cheek, "Can we talk for a minute?"
Y/N stopped what she was doing, turning to Dean with trepidation. She knew Dean wasn't a big talker. She nodded, giving him her full attention. He sat her on the edge of the bed and joined her.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking since that last hunt. You're right. It's time I left the life behind. It's time I focused on our future."
"Dean-" she interrupted, feeling incredibly guilty, "I'm sorry I said what I said. I know you hunt. I know that-"
He raised a hand silencing her, "I want to. I want a life with you."
She smiled brightly, leaning in and kissing him deeply with relief. Maybe they could have a simple, domestic, safe life.
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"Rise and shine, Sweet Thing," Dean said as he swiftly pulled back the covers, revealing Y/N. She groaned as she wiped her mess of hair from her face to glare at him with barely open eyes.
Dean chuckled and pecked her lips before handing her a mug of coffee and sitting beside her on the bed.
"Why are you so chiper so early?" she groaned, "I thought that was Sam's thing."
He laughed again, "Well, I'm in a good mood and I'm really excited."
She raised a curious brow at him, taking a hefty gulp of her coffee to help her mind, "What's going on?"
"Get up and you'll see," Dean said, getting up from the bed and beginning to go through the closet and dresser, pulling out clothes for her. She decided arguing with this crazy person wouldn't get her anywhere, so she just went along with it.
Whatever it was, at least it made him smile so brightly. That tugged on her heart strings a bit.
She took turns getting dressed and gulping her coffee, trying to move as swiftly as her body would allow. Dean was practically vibrating in place, like a kid ready to go to Disneyland.
An hour later and she understood why.
Dean stopped the car at the end of the long driveway - practically a private road - to the charming yet dilapidated farmhouse in front of her. She climbed out of the car, her eyes taking in the property around her.
It reminded her of her own farmhouse in a way. Or it would if it wasn't so rundown and overgrown. That didn't deter her though. She wouldn't shy from a fixer-upper. Hell, her home was one too.
"I bought it," Dean said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. He rested his chin on her shoulder as they both looked over the house and property.
There was plenty of land. She could already pick out a few good spots for a garden. The property was surrounded by woods too, so there was a sense of privacy and quiet.
"I figured we could fix it up together," He said as he took her by the hand and led her inside, showing her around and telling her all the ideas he had for the place. Her face hurt she was smiling so hard so long, "Sam said he'd come by and help too."
"He's not coming with us?" she asked, wondering why Dean would leave his brother behind.
"He bought a house too," he grinned, "For him and Eileen. It's in town."
"Wow," she huffed a laugh, "So you really were serious. About leaving it behind? Building a life with me?"
"Yes. We can be happy here."
She looked around once more before settling on him again and smiling brightly, "I think we can," she agreed.
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Y/N groaned as she placed the bowl on the floor, petting Miracle on the head with a smile. She stood up straight, a hand on her lower back for support, the other on her large belly.
She perked up, hearing a car pull up the drive outside. She opened the front door and went down on the porch, smiling in greeting at Sam and Eileen as they exited the car.
Sam reached her first, giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. He rubbed a hand over her belly in greeting to the baby, before stepping aside for the women to hug and coo. They laughed, barely able to hug each other as their matching protruding bellies got in the way.
"Dean in the garage?" Sam asked and Y/N nodded with a roll of her eyes.
"Is he ever anywhere else?" she joked. She ushered Eileen inside, Miracle happily greeting them both.
Sam made his way to the garage. It was a large barn previously, but he and Dean had converted it. Sam smiled at the sign above the entrance: Family Business Auto Repair & Restorations.
With Baby and a few cars from the Men of Letters Bunker, Dean was able to showcase his skills locally - and eventually regionally - which allowed him to really take off with cars professionally. He always thought about it, but never thought it could be a reality.
After a quick hug and greeting, the brothers made their way back to the house. The four of them tried to have dinner together at least once a week.
The brothers stopped in the trek, spying the women sat on the porch chairs, sipping at lemonade. A pitcher and additional glasses sat waiting. Dean smiled at his brother.
"Living the dream."
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mourntheantagonist · 3 years
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I'm so sorry to hear that you're sick 💛 I hope things are as good as they can be for you. Take care of yourself 💛
And OH, Harringrove and the Party headcanons?
I love the idea of the Party playing D&D at Steve's (because he provides the best snacks and has a big TV they can watch later and a proper rec room and El and Max come round and go in the pool when they get bored instead of trying to drag the boys away BUT mostly because they love Steve!)
And anyway. Steve joins in sometimes, but only for causal games because he never really had the attention span for it, so mostly he and Billy just do their own thing. Cuddles on the sofa or cooking together or something like that.
Except one time.
When they're watching a movie and Billy's getting distracted by the argument the kids are having over their plan for the super important quest. And Steve wonders if he's getting upset by the raised voices (because Dustin and Mike especially have pretty heated arguments at times) but then Billy growls in annoyance and strides into the rec room.
And Steve panics, thinking he's angry at the kids for making so much noise.
But instead he sits down, calls their plan stupid, points out all the things they SHOULD do (which are all these things Will had been quietly suggesting but he'd been ignored) and basically shows a LOT of very detailed D&D knowledge.
He ends up getting totally drawn in to the game, and by the next campaign, Will's made him a whole character sheet with a lil illustration!
🍒
oh I adore this !! also thanks for sending this when I was sick 💙 I’m feeling a lot better now
also, preface: my knowledge of d&d is 🤏🏼 minuscule
they’d totally make the switch from mikes basement to steve’s house. their ever expanding party can no longer fit it the cooped up space under the wheeler house and there’s also the added benefit of being able to be loud and obnoxious and not have to worry about ted wheeler shutting it down. and steve house is just so much better for a good time. it’s like it was built for parties. the big new tv, the pool, ping pong and pool tables in the garage. they spend as much time there as possible. and yes of course, the main reason is they love steve!! steve is the only adult they can all stand to be around, despite will’s defense of jonathan, mike doesn’t see the enjoyment in spending time with his older sister’s boyfriend. just don’t remind him that steve is her ex.
steve pretends to be annoyed by it. greeting the party with a scoff whenever they show up to his house unannounced, but he truly did enjoy having them around, bringing life in the once dead and empty house.
steve typically watched them do their thing from afar, sometimes hang out with el when she didn’t feel like playing. they’d watch a new movie together that steve brought home from family video and snack on the wide variety of chips and crackers and dips that somehow were always stocked on his shelves. sure his parents weren’t home much, but they were sure to keep him well fed.
but other times, he’ll just be so intrigued in what they’re doing that he’ll join in on the fun. It’s not really his thing, however. he likes games that have a solid end and don’t go on for hours. that’s why you’ll never convince him to play monopoly. it also just requires too much focus and engagement for his liking, he prefers more mindless games. It’s sometimes still lonely for him even with his house full of teenagers, because he’s often listening to them scream from the rec room from the comfort of the couch in his living room. popcorn bowl in hand, watching back to the future for what seems to be the hundredth time.
that’s until he starts dating billy and soon there’s another frequent visitor to his house.
they tried to keep things between them on the downlow for a while. billy only coming over at night after all the kids had left to ensure no unannounced guests arrived. but the one time they decided to veer from that system was also the same time the whole party barged in through his front door and heard some... unsavory sounds coming from the top of the stairs. and there was no denying it at that point. billy’s camaro was parked out front and they’ve already scarred them for life.
it wasn’t necessarily surprising that they were all cool with it, but it was surprising when they constantly told steve he should invite billy over when they were all hanging out. he felt weird about it for a while, and so did billy. they never considered the idea they’d get to actually be with each other publicly or in the presence of others so it was a foreign idea for them. but one day billy decides to drive max directly to steve’s house instead of dropping her off at the wheeler’s. and he decides to stay, as if it wasn’t the plan all along.
it takes a couple of occasions for the two to progress from just sitting on the couch beside each other, to holding hands, to cuddling, all the way to kissing in front of the group. every time they made a little step forward in that arena it felt really good when the kids didn’t even bat an eye. except for kissing, but they would have that reaction no matter who they were. and the gagging noises it elicited made them only want to do it more.
billy never seemed to show much interest in the games from steve’s point of view, always seeming so content with just the two of them lying on the living room couch watching whatever movie he snagged that day.
but this time he looks pissed off. he’s got that same expression on his face when someone cuts him off or is going too slow in the passing lane. the kids are being a little rowdy, he’ll admit that, but it’s not more than usual. but maybe this was billy’s last straw.
when billy gets up from the couch, steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried for what he might do. but he was also just as scared of standing in his way because that man walked like he was on a goddamn mission.
billy gently pushes dustin out of his chair and takes a seat, earning a confused ‘what the fuck dude?’ out of him.
and he basically calls them all a bunch of idiots and tells them what they should be doing. and they all want to argue with him (except for will obviously) because billy doesn’t know anything about d&d!! except what he says makes perfect sense and they can’t argue with him if they wanted to.
and then he doesn’t leave where he’s sitting at the table. excuses it as him needing to be there to keep them from arguing. except the reason he stays is because he likes it. brings him back to the days when he was around their age playing the same game in the basement of his own friends house.
and eventually he does start joining in on future campaigns. by now he’s got his own character and everyone is always talking about how it’s great having a barbarian in the group because “steve made a terrible barbarian”. that would always come with a loud “hey!” from the other room, because they always said it loud enough to hear.
at first steve thought he’d be upset that billy started playing with the kids and not spending the time with him, but he just loved watching billy get along with everyone. it made it worth it to see billy so loose and free like that, and it wasn’t like billy didn’t make time for him afterwards...
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randomlifeunit · 3 years
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“Paralyzed”
Part: 25
Rated: Teen and up
Sean paced within the confines of the downstairs bathroom at Rebecca's house, his hands in his hair.
Racing thoughts tripped over one another as his feet picked up their pace---back, and forth. Back, and forth.
What am I going to do about my dad? he thought. The new house? I don't know if I can do this. I don't know why it's such a big deal. He squeezed his eyes shut, his body finally slowing as the panic turned to silent tears. After a moment's pause to pull himself together, he leaned against the edge of the countertop, hands braced on either side of the sink. Looking into his reflection in the mirror, he evaluated what he saw. Dark circles under his eyes. Lashes damp with tears. Hair disheveled. He blew out a breath and frowned, determination balling his hands into fists. One way or another, he was going to do something. 
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Stepping into the hot shower, he scrubbed determinedly, as if to dislodge his doubts by sheer force of will.
After drying off and dressing, he stepped softly further down the hall to the laundry room, and put his clothes in the washer. He really needed to get his things from his dad's place soon. Five days of cycling between two changes of clothes was getting old, fast.
He tiptoed back through the hallway and into the kitchen, bypassing Rebecca's room. She had still been asleep when he'd gotten up, and he didn't want to wake her.
Sean quietly started the coffee machine as the early morning light filtered through the windows. Grabbing a bagel out of the fridge, he popped it into the toaster. The house was still; he loved this part of the day, when no one was around and he could relax and just be. Rebecca and her family were so kind to him, but he was actually missing the quiet of his home. Swallowing hard, he felt a deep ache at knowing that place no longer existed for him. He'd seen the new house, but he just couldn't seem to imagine feeling comfortable there. It was a nice place with a well-kept lawn and a detached garage. A big fenced-in backyard, situated on a quiet cul-de-sac. But...it wasn't home.
Pouring the steaming coffee into his mug, he inhaled the scent as he stirred in sugar and cream. Buttering the bagel, he carried the plate to the table and chewed slowly, deep in thought.
Dennis had already bought a sturdy, used vehicle for Sean to use to be able to visit Rebecca or his friends. It wasn't here now, so he'd have to ask Rebecca or her family for a ride to the new place. But he assumed the little car would be there when he arrived, so he'd be able to come back here frequently. A thought popped into his head. Maybe Rebecca could come spend the night at the new place with him, to help him get settled in.
Savoring the aroma while sipping from his mug, he contemplated facing his father. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed about his behavior; there was no one else to blame but himself. Even so, talking it over at length with Rebecca had eased his conscience a bit. He wanted to talk to his dad, but he hadn't spoken to him since that fateful night. A pang of guilt throbbed in his chest at how many days had gone by. He couldn't ignore his dad forever. But he wasn't sure he could face the disappointment he imagined he might hear in Dennis's voice.
Still, he felt determined to set things right, so after finishing his breakfast, he slipped on his jacket and stepped out into the yard, enjoying the feel of the morning sun on his face. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he hesitated a moment before dialing his dad's number. Closing his eyes, his heart thudded in his chest while it rang a few times.
"Sean!" Dennis's relieved voice reverberated out of the speaker. Sean silently blew out a breath and answered.
"Hi, Dad."
Rebecca was in the driver's seat as they rolled down the freeway towards Sean's new house. He gazed out the window, feeling some apprehension as the miles brought them closer to their destination. Needing a distraction, he reached over to finger the ends of Rebecca's hair, making a smile play at the corners of her mouth. "Thanks for coming with me," he voiced, lightly touching the side of her face and tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I'm happy to," she answered, laying one hand on his thigh and giving it a squeeze. He took her hand in his and squeezed it back. Sighing, he went back to looking out the window.
"How did the talk with your dad go?" she asked, glancing at him briefly. "Good," he answered, looking pensive. "I shouldn't have waited so long to talk to him. He's excited that I'm coming."
"What about you? Is this what you want?" she pressed, pinning him with a pointed look before returning her attention to traffic.
"I think so. I guess this is the best option.  I'd rather be closer to you, but I don't want to live in your house long-term. So this is the next best option, I think. At some point, if I start working again, I might like to get my own place. But for now...for now, this is okay." He gave her a half-smile. She nodded. "That makes sense."
Sean consulted his phone. "Looks like this is the exit coming up."
Fifteen minutes later, Rebecca pulled into the driveway of their destination. Sean let out a quiet breath, grabbed his bag and stood from the car. It was go time. He found himself staring at the blue siding of the house for a moment before blinking twice and making his feet move forward. He joined Rebecca, who stood at the front of the vehicle waiting quietly for him.
At the front door, he had barely knocked before Dennis was pulling him inside. He was vaguely aware of Rebecca moving past them and heading into the next room, as his father wrapped him in a crushing hug.
The breath Sean had been holding left him in a rush. His voice cracked a little as he whispered, "I'm sorry, Dad." Dennis replied in a low voice, "You don't have to be sorry. I'm just glad you're here." Sean hugged him back and sniffed, struggling to hold back all the emotions he felt under the surface.
Clearing his throat, he finally pulled away from his father's embrace. Dennis gave Sean a misty-eye smile, then took Sean on a quick tour of the new place. The living area stood straight ahead, with the kitchen to the right, where Rebecca was heating some water for tea. To the left, a small bathroom, next to the staircase to the upstairs. Dennis showed Sean his room, the first on the left at the top.
"I tried to put your furniture the way you had it at the old place, but there's still a lot of unpacking that needs done," he told Sean, gesturing to the boxes stacked against the wall and on the desk. Sean nodded. "Thanks, Dad." Dennis pointed out the laundry room, the bathroom, and the other two bedrooms. "Is Rebecca staying over tonight?" he asked Sean. "Yeah, I think so," he answered. "We have a spare bedroom, if she wants her own space," Dennis replied, gesturing down the hall. "Well, uh...I was kind of thinking she would stay in my room, if that's okay," Sean countered, heat rising in his face. Dennis chuckled. "Right, I should have expected that. No worries, Son. I won't come between you two." Winking, he clapped Sean on the back and headed back downstairs.
Sean exhaled in relief and shook his head with a grin. Stepping into the room, he poked around in the boxes he had packed himself back at the old place. Seeing his old things brought a warm feeling to his chest.
 Stepping downstairs, he joined Dennis and Rebecca in the kitchen. Her smile came easily as she blew on her cup of herbal tea and sipped it lightly. "Want some?" she asked him. He shook his head and came close to take her free hand.
 Dennis poked around in the fridge, and announced that they'd be having tacos for an early dinner in a few hours.
 Sean felt that this was just right, and he and Rebecca got settled on the couch to watch a little TV. He took the opportunity to cuddle up close to her, and she curled into him and laid her head on his shoulder, sighing in contentment.
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mona-stay · 4 years
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First Christmas - Lucifer
Plot - Lucifer has his first Christmas with the help of y/n
Pairing - Lucifer x reader
Warnings - none, just Christmas fluff
Lucifer walked around the bunker bored. He'd already annoyed Sam and Dean to the point he was lucky they hadn't shot him yet. Cas, well it was no fun to wind Castile up. He now looking for his next source of entertainment y/n. He didn't dislike her like he did the others. When he'd be with her, living at the bunker didn't seem as daunting.
He'd looked in her room, the garage, war room, even looked in the demon dungeon. His last stop the kitchen. He smirked the smell of gingerbread was promising. "y/n" he said in a singsong tone, turning the corner.
His smile faded she wasn't in there, however his other brother Gabriel was. "if you're looking for y/n you missed her she's just gone out." he said picking up a cookie from the cooling rack.
"I don't think she's happy you eating her cookies," lucifer said back. Before Gabriel could eat it, lucifer snapped his fingers making the cookie vanish and appearing back in the rack.
Gabe pulled his tongue at lucifer "your no fun, Lucy. Y/n wouldn't have noticed she's been baking all morning. She's out in the woods if you want her" he said before grabbing another cookie and running out with it.
After waiting ten minutes to see if she'd come back, lucifer decided to go find her. On his way to the door, he saw the Winchesters packing their duffels with weapons for a case. "we're going out can you two try not to destroy the place while we're gone" Dean said.
Lucifer rolled his eyes as Gabriel laughed "no promises" he joked walking to his room.
The last thing he heard before the door shut was Sam asking Dean if leaving the two wayward angel's alone was a good idea.
He started walking through the wooded area around the back of the bunker. He knows y/n liked to walk around here when things got too much inside. In fact, she'd gotten the devil to do it a few times when he and the Winchesters were almost about to kill one another.
He was almost at a clearing in the woods when heard a strange noise. Being curious he walked towards the tapping sound. Soon he found y/n, he couldn't help but frown watching her attack the tree with an axe.
You had decided for once you and everyone at the bunker were doing Christmas properly this year. After spending the morning baking different types of treats. but they would be for later if Gabriel hasn't eaten them all.
You had also gotten some decorations too now you needed a tree to decorate. After finding the perfect tree, you got an axe from the weapons cabinet and headed into the woods.
This was something you had done as a child. Your father would take you to the mountains and let you pick a tree and chop it down. Go home drink hot chocolate while decorating the tree and making gingerbread houses.
You had been to busy focused on the tree you hadn't heard Lucifer. "what are you doing?" he said behind you. The sudden voice made you jump and you hunter instincts kicked in. You lifted the ace to head hight while spinning on the spot. Lucifer's reflexes were faster, he caught the axe handle centimetres before it hit his head.
Panting a little from the shock, you looked at him confused "what are you doing here? I could have killed you." you snapped at him, pulling the axe from his grip.
He started to laugh, "do you really think you can kill me with that toy. Why are you using the tree as target practice?" he said looking confused.
You looked at him in surprise, "you've never seen anybody chop a tree Christmas tree before" you say, taking another swing at the tree.
He didn't answer so you looked over your shoulder at him. He stood silent, you could tell something was odd. That's when it hit you he probably didn't know what Christmas was.
"you don't know what Christmas is, do you?" you asked trying not to sound pitiful. Lucifer rolled his eyes "if your talking about the bible story let me correct you" he said taking a step forward, no doubt to give you a lecture on how bad his father is.
"Nope I'm not talking about that, yes Christmas is the birth of Jesus, I mean the spirit of Christmas. Ya know the trees, lights, food, gifts, kindness" you start to say. As you say kindness, Lucifer gave you his sassy look as to say you're talking to the devil.
You smiled "well I guess it's never too late to learn, come here," you say beckoning him towards you.
As he got closer you handed him the axe. If anyone else had seen you they would have thought you crazy giving the devil a weapon, however, you knew him better and trusted him not to try and kill you with it.
You stood behind him putting his body in the right position, guiding his arms down to swing at the tree. When you felt he had the hang of it you let go and took a few steps back. You watched him hack at the tree for a few minutes if you didn't have a crush on him you'd probably be scared by how effortlessly he swung the axe.
His human vessel started running out of stamina and his pace started to slow. He stopped and looked at you, "you know I could have this thing down with a snap of my fingers!" he said lifting his hand, readying his fingers to click.
"noooo," you say running a few steps to stop him. "I'm doing this the real way, the same way my dad taught me how" you day taking the axe.
Lucifer watched as you started chopping at the tree. He hadn't heard you talk about your family much only they had died a few years ago in a werewolf attack. He noticed how her swings got harder and more clumsy in their landing. He knew she was upset but trying not to show it. "so are you going to tell me the reason for cutting down a 'Christmas tree' as you called it?" he asked both to distract y/n and to actually find out what a Christmas tree was.
After explaining the tree was going back the bunker to be decorated. "as kids we're told Santa leaves gifts under the tree for anyone who has been good" you say watching as Lucifer had taken over the axe when you had gotten tired. You heard the sound of the tree cracking "okay that enough" tell him, pulling him out the way.
A few seconds and the tree quickly fell. You jumped and laughed at the echo of the bang it made hitting the ground. Walking over to start making a plan to get it back the bunker, you fell over an exposed tree root. Lucifer saved you by wrapping his arms around you. Instead of hitting the floor you hit his hard chest.
You didn't move, only looked up at him feeling your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. He continued to hold you stirring in your eyes.
You wanted to kiss him but you also didn't want to make a move without knowing if he'd kiss you back
Lucifer sensed the hold had be awkward. Part of him didn't want to but let go and quickly changed the subject "so how are you getting this thing back to the bunker" he asked. You didn't really have a plan when you came out here, all you brought was an axe and a wood trolley, which wasn't going to be big enough to fit a whole tree on.
In the end, you agreed to let Lucifer use his powers when it came to getting the tree back to the bunker. He magiced you both and tree to the war room. A loud bang sounded as the tree hit the floor. "Hey easy with my tree" you scolded him with a jokey tone.
After spending a few minutes choosing where it was going to go, you asked Lucifer to put it in its stand while you when to get some decorations.
Lucifer stood looking at still unsure of what they were actually doing but felt good helping her get it back. Lately, y/n hadn't smiled much but really her and the Winchesters were giving blow after blow waiting for a win to come their way.
You came in with two cups of hot chocolate, topped with cream and chocolate sauce. You could feel Lucifer watching as you unpacked the lights ready to go on first. You started laughing "I really can't believe this is your first Christmas," you say handing him one end of the white lights. "Take this end and start wrapping them around the tree" you instruct him.
He went to start in the middle you had to tell him from the top. You started putting lights and a spruce garland around the staircase bannister. Looking over to see how Lucifer was doing you couldn't help but laugh. He had managed to get himself tangled in the lights.
You go over as he's trying to say he's okay and doesn't need help. You didn't listen helping him out if the entanglement of lights he'd made. "I know your narasticic but you really don't need Christmas lights to shine" you joked.
You hadn't noticed him turn to face you until you looked up coming practically nose to nose.
"only for you" he whispered to himself but being so close you still heard.
This was all new for you, the feelings for the devil. You hadn't known him before, you had only heard the stories from Sam and Dean about everything they had dealt with. But meeting him you hadn't seen the evil side to him, in fact, you were 99% certain only you had seen Lucifer the way he was now carefree and with his devil persona hidden.
You didn't know what to say and shyness took over making you duck out from under his arm and free him from the lights. Lucifer didn't look bothered, he just smiled and said thanks before you both put the lights on the tree.
You got your drink knowing it would be cool enough to have now when you heard Lucifer say "I'll plug this in now!"
You jumped up almost spilling your hot chocolate pulling it off him "no the lights don't go on till the tree is finished and the rest of the decorating is done" you explain.
He frowned but did as you said. You were right this was his first Christmas and it was all new to him.
He walked to the table deciding he'd just copy everything you did now. So just like you, he picked up his drink, sipping away. As an angel he didn't have tease buds, meaning he didn't taste the chocolate or cream but drank it anyway hoping you wouldn't notice.
He found it strange how he'd go out of his way for her in small ways. Whether it was pretending to enjoy a meal or staying up all night watching TV when she couldn't sleep. Gabriel had teased him before about it saying he had a feeling for her but Lucifer argued back saying that was a human emotion so he couldn't possibly. After today after holding her, enjoying a human activity with her made him doubt everything the thought about feelings and emotions.
"Hey these baubles ain't gonna hang themselves, come on!" you shouted making him snap out whatever thought he was having. You started taking out the silver and blue baubles. Lucifer watched you hang the first two, he picked one up looking at it. It shined in the light and had a small bit of string.
"Just pick a branch and hang it," you say encouraging him to do it. Everyone he went to hang one he'd first if it was okay here at whatever branch he held the bauble by. It didn't take to long to get the tree finished. It would have taken less time if Lucifer hadn't been messing around.
"Hey y/n, do you think these earrings suit me?" he asked. When you turned around he had two silver giltter baubles hanging from his ears. Another Lucifer distraction came when he got a string of tinsel and wrapped it around you, as he did he used it to pull you closer. "I wanted to make you look festive," he said in a teasing tone with a flirty smile.
Soon all your work was complete and the bunker kinda looked like a grotto. Even fireplace had six stockings pinned into the wooden frame, each with everyone's initials on.
Lucifer still didn't understand the point of wasting 2 hours doing that to a tree but it made you happy. And even if he didn't understand the meaning he actually enjoyed it, "So what's next on your Christmas to-do list?" he asked.
You looked up smirking "gingerbread houses with Christmas movies" you answered. You both went into the kitchen collecting the biscuits you had baked this morning. Back in the war room, you set the ingredients I to separate bowls as Lucifer set up the TV and DVD.
When you were ready you started the movie marathon with your favourite Christmas film. The pair of you started your houses, it took you a few minutes to explain to Lucifer how to use the icing to glue the gingerbread together.
The movie you had seen a thousand times so you spent most of it concentrating on your house. You were laughing at him, his face screwed with concentration as he piped the icing. "who'd of thought I'd be spending Christmas eve making gingerbread houses with the devil" you said before stopping yourself.
He turned looking disappointed "isn't this what you want to we can do something else or I can leave you to it," he said half-heartedly.
You shook your head, "no" you said a little to fast. "I wanted to do this all December, I'm glad your here too. I just didn't think this would be your thing" you say hoping to cover your enthusiasm of wanting him here.
"well it's better than listening to Cas go on about something stupid and I got to play with an axe so it's not all bad," he said. You smiled at him picking back up your piping bag.
"however it does need an injection of fun!" Lucifer said.
As you looked up questioning how a fist full of icing sugar hit you in the face. You stood up with your mouth open in shock. Lucifer took one look at the white patch on your face and bust out laughing at his handy work." oh you think that's funny" you say squinting pink icing at him. He tried to block your attack with one hand while grabbing a fist full of sweets to throw at you. Soon enough a food fight broke out.
In a matter of ten minutes, the room looked like a sugared bombsite. You and Lucifer laid on the floor laughing and panting out of breath. "Sam and Dean are going to kill us," you say sitting up seeing the damage around, thinking how could you ever get it all clean before the boys where back. You heard a click behind you, turning to see Lucifer with his hands up smiling at you. As you looked back around all the mess had gone the sweets were back in the bowls and both houses completed.
"I so need that power then it comes to doing the dishes" you joked before saying thanks. It wasn't often Lucifer used his powers, especially as they weren't fully restored yet.
Lucifer watched as you got up and left the room. He hadn't felt so happy before, he started thinking maybe he should tell y/n how he feels or whatever it was he was feeling about her. His thoughts stopped as you came back in with two heavy looking bin bags.
"is the next tradition burying a body?" he joked as he helped you pull them into the room.
"Nope," you say popping the p sound. "this is everyone's Christmas presents," you say with a big smile pound you'd kept them all hidden.
You started filling up the stockings with small gifts leaving the others under the tree.
Lucifer was stunned to see a couple for him "you got me a gift" he said sound puzzled. He hadn't had a gift before unless you counted the mark or being tossed out of hell. So naturally, he hadn't thought about them before. He certainly hadn't expected anyone on earth to get him one.
Of course, I did, Christmas is about giving to your loved ones and you come into that category so yeah I got you something like I did for everyone else " you say smiling up at him.
The words loved ones hit Lucifer like a brick. Did that mean she had feelings for him too? or was she just being kind? like she always is. The questions ran through his mind like a wave. He hadn't noticed that he hadn't spoken or moved in a few minutes.
You stood up, seeing him deep in thought. "you okay?" you ask gently touching his arm. Lucifer jumped a little making you giggle, had you just scared the devil? Lucifer nodded smiling down at you.
As you looked up you noticed a piece of mistletoe hanging above him. Taking it as the perfect opportunity for you to try and kiss him. Standing on your tiptoes you lightly pressed your lips to his.
Lucifer froze. He didn't know what to say. "what was that for?" he asked when your heels landed back on the floor.
You kinda felt embarrassed, he didn't look like he enjoyed it. "mistletoe" you say pointing up at the plant. "if two people are under it they kiss" you say before trying to walk away fast.
Lucifer smiled saying "oh, and here was me thinking you wanted to kiss me," said. You stopped and looked at him. You couldn't tell if he looked sad or not, without meaning to say it aloud "I did" you whispered.
You felt your arm being pulled, the unexpected force pulled you back into him. "good because so have I for a while now" he said before kissing you. This kiss wasn't weird like the peck you gave him, it was passionate and heated and everything you had both wanted.
When you stopped you didn't know what to say, the bell of the clock behind rang meaning it was midnight. "merry Christmas" you said making you both laugh.
"Merry Christmas y/n," he said back before kissing you again. "I guess I'm gonna have to keep this mistletoe with me at all times if I get kisses like that" he joked.
You shook your head laughing, "you don't need mistletoe just to kiss me" you say back. With that, he smirked picking you up and carrying you to the couch. The pair of you laid there kissing and cuddling watching Christmas movies until you both fell asleep.
Hours later, Sam, Dean and cas came back. To their surprise the bunker was fully decorated "looks like y/n had fun" Sam said looking at the lights and tree.
"Sam! Look presents" Dean said running over to see what ones were for him. Before Sam had to pull him away reminding him of how he can't open them till you were there.
"I don't know I'm surprised with more the gifts or decorations," cas said still looking around the rooms.
"how about the two turtledoves on the couch," Gabriel said appearing out of nowhere. Cas looked at him confused but looked to where Gabe was pointing.
On the couch was Lucifer and y/n cuddled up asleep with a blanket wrapped around them. "well it's about time" Dean said. Sam looked at him "what I'm sick of her giving him the puppy dog eyes" Dean added.
"let's leave them be," Gabriel said ushering them out the room. He turned at took one last look, hoping finally his brother will be happy and y/n will be the one to show how to be.
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Hotpot Adventure #3
Jin calls for Sage from the back of the dorm and finishes putting his bag around his shoulders. Sage walks in, hair kind of messy from waking up from the nap earlier. Her stomach is growling loudly.
Jin: You ready?
Sage: Yep! Do you have a list of ingredients? I have a whole list of other stuff the guys asked for.
Jin: Yeah I have it saved on my phone. What do they want?
Sage: Random stuff. Namjoon wanted a coffee so we have to stop by that Cafe, and then the department store.
Jin: We are the errand duo today
Jin laughs after that. He leads the way to the car downstairs and opens the passenger door for Sage to get in first. He notices she isn't very bundled up and it's pretty cold today according to his phone.
Jin: Why aren't you wearing gloves or a scarf. You're gonna get sick Sage.
Sage looks down and furrows her brows.
Sage: Sorry I forgot honestly. Let me text Jimin, he might have another pair.
Jin: I think you left a scarf in the backseat from yesterday, let me get it.
Jin goes searching for her scarf and Sage takes out her phone. As she texts, Jin finds the scarf and wraps in wround her in an obnoxious way to cover her vision. She laughs.
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Sage and Jin wait for Jimin. The elevator dings for the car garage and Jimin comes out with not just her gloves but a big coat with fur in the hood. Sages coat. That she forgot as well.
Jimin: Here.
He hands Sage her gloves and she puts them on. Jimin then helps her put on her coat.
Sage: I can do it myself too Jimin. [She laughs] I'm not a kid ya know.
Jimin: I know but I like helping you.
Jin: You like helping everyone, don't lie~
Sage: Tis is true
Jimin feins offence and raises his gloved hands. His hair is messy from the nap too.
Jimin: Should I apologize for being so great?
Sage: You sound like Jin
Jin: Stop copying me!
They all laugh together. Sage and Jin get in the car and Jimin waves goodbye as the elevator doors shut.
Jin proceeds to drive out of the garage and they get on the freeway, he puts on some music.
It's a quiet drive for the most part. Jin was always dependable while driving. And Sage liked to watch him too. She also knew how to drive, but the boys tended to like to drive her around. She didn't mind it, and she knew that if she asked to drive, they would let her.
They also had the option to hire a driver, and they did for special events, but when it's just Sage and the boys going out, they took their car instead. It's best not to forget how to drive after working so hard to get the license in the first place.
The song ended.
Jin: You want to pick one?
He handed her his phone and she changed apps from Melon to Spotify. Since that's what she's used too. Sage recently watched a movie with Tae and Jungkook. The song kept coming up in her head. It's was a great movie, everytime she talked to the other guys she told them to watch it. Sage played it for the rest of the way there on repeat and Jin didn't complain. Jin was happy to listen to things she liked. Sage tended to have good music tastes.
Sage sang some of the lyrics. Some out of key but it was really cute anyway. Jin knew she didn't really know the words. He wouldn't know either, they are in English after all and he's not as fluent as he wanted to be yet.
Eventually Jin parked the car in the lot outside of the mall. He grabbed his baseball cap and mask and slipped them on. His mask had a cute bear mouth print on it.
Sage put her dark purple mask on as well. They both left the car and made their way for the mall.
Sage: Let's go to the department store first, then food, then Cafe. Sound good?
Jin agreed and they entered, letting the warm air blast them in the face.
Sage grabbed the batteries and hangars she needed and headed toward the check out. Jin following along. He took the stuff from her hands as they waited in line for check out.
Jin: Let me hold them.
Sage: This is why my arms are noodles. You guys always do this.
Jin just smiled.
Jin: You skip arm day. I bet if you really wanted to, you could get ripped enough to take down Jungkookie in a arm wrestling match.
Sage bellowed out a laugh.
Sage: HA! Yeah right! He'd break my arm in half. Haven't you seen those videos on YouTube?
Jin: What? no.
Sage: If you did, you would probably never arm wrestle JK ever again.
Jin thinks about it for a moment.
Jin: Show me when we get home.
Sage laughs and agrees. This might scar him for life.
Jin grabs a chocolate bar and throws it in with the stuff.
After this they head to the grocery store and begin the hunt for the ingredients for hotpot. Jin shows Sage the list but it doesn't do much for her since she can't see how they'll end up making a hotpot. She just thought you through everything in a pot and warm it up on the stove. Maybe add some seasoning of some sort. She didn't know.
She not very good at cooking. Jin tries to help her understand the order of how things are gonna be done later tonight but she doesn't really get it still. Sage figures she'll learn later. They continue the hunt!
They spend about 2 hours shopping and the cart is full of food. They spend their time telling eachother jokes and showing funny videos as they browse. Jin finally places 2 beer cases on the bottom of the cart.
Jin: I think that's it. Can you text Hoseok if we have any onions in the fridge?
Sage: Didn't we use them for the stir fry a couple of days ago?
Jin: We did but we need two for tonight. I don't know if we had extras left over.
Sage took out her phone.
Sage: Okay I'll ask.
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Back at home Hoseok is on his laptop, headphones in, taking notes on some choreography he filmed of himself earlier. He was really in the zone. Hoseok in the zone is not someone who should be reckoned with.
Hoseok: JIMIN!!!!
Jimin flopped over on the bed, he was on his phone. Nearly having a heart attack from his hyung screaming at him when he was 5 ft away.
Jimin: what the! What!?
Hoseok: CHECK IF WE HAVE ONIONS!! SAGE WANTS TO KNOW!!
Hoseok does not budge his eyes from the screen as he yells. Jimin figures he can't tell how loud he's screaming.
Taehyung runs in.
Tae: WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING ARE YOU OKAY WHAT'S WRONG???!
Jimin rolls over and faceplants in his pillow. Hoseok noticed the door slam open from Tae's entrance and freaks out, falling to the floor and almost bringing his laptop with him. Jungkook is behind Tae and is just cracking up.
JK: What's going on?? Hahahaha!
Taehyung looks very confused and Hoseok looks like he aged 3 years.
Hoseok: Sage wants to know if there are onions. Please go check.
Hoseok clutches his heart and calms himself down.
Tae: Oh is that it?
Jimin: I'll go check. Jesus.
Jimin escapes. JK goes to lay on Jimin's bed and Tae still looks confused but he ends up leaving to go back to the living room. Jimin returns shortly.
Jimin: There's only a half left, I don't know if that's gonna be enough for a huge pot.
Hoseok gets up from the floor and back to his seat.
Hosoek: I'll text her back then.
JK from behind his phone.
Jk: Haha no wonder Army think we're funny.
Jimin goes to lay next to Jungkook and they share songs.
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Sage: Okay so Hobi said that there's only half of one.
Jin: Kay we need more. I'll be back, watch the cart!
Jin runs off in his woddle way. Sage hears a ping from her phone.
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Sage wondered what it was. It was probably why Hobi was acting so wierd. Knowing the boys.
Jin runs back with two onions. They both check out. Sage almost forgot about the tteokbokki for Yoongi but she got it in the end. They head out and load the back of the car with the bags. Then head back inside for the coffee.
Jin ends up getting an Americano as well. And Sage buys a White Mocha for Jimin, since he was the only one that didn't ask for anything. With the 3 coffees they head out to the car.
Jin immediately turns the heat on since it's getting colder as the sun is setting.
Jin plays a song he knew Sage liked to listen to and they both jam out as the car gets on the free way. Then she plays Ephipany after so that so that they can both sing along home.
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