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Hey, @atomicdetectivehideout I’m happy to be your  @destielsecretsanta2020

Merry Christmas! Please, accept my humble gift for the holiday. It’s a 3k of fluff and stuff (well, when I say fluff, I mean, I really tried!). I sincerely hope you enjoy it. 

Thank you to the most awesomest people to ever awesome @campchitaquamemories and @amyoatmeal for offering to beta this little thing. You guys rock!

Here it is on ao3 if you prefer

Those Things That Couples Do

Come to think of it, it wasn’t such a lame idea. Not lame at all, Dean thought, to the extent he might even have to thank Sam later. Well, maybe not outright thank him, but definitely bake a cherry pie for Eileen (her favorite; the woman sure knew how to enjoy life). It felt nice, lying on the bed with Cas in the semi-darkness, Christmas lights on the dresser and a couple of the apple cider and cinnamon scented candles Cas liked so much (and Dean grumbled about but secretly enjoyed too) being the only source of light. It felt cozy. Safe. They talked in hushed voices so as not to disturb the quiet magic of the bubble they had created in that moment, and dammit, but Dean was grateful to his brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law for this particular chick-flick.

“So, you sure you want this to go on your list as the first item?” Dean nudged Cas gently with an elbow. “Sick of my cooking already? I’m hurt, man,” he added, only half-jokingly.

The idea Eileen pitched to them was to write down three items each to reflect their hopes and plans for the upcoming year. At first, Dean laughed when Sam handed him a blue envelope with four blank craft paper cards to be written on. He had been about to suggest Sam find someone more age-appropriate to participate in that particular brand of cute (Dean could almost see the faces Claire and Kaia would make at the suggestion), but Cas’s quiet ‘It’s a lovely idea’ made him silently accept the package at the last second. This provided Sam with the pleasure of witnessing his older brother biting his tongue and smiling reassuringly at Cas who’d been busy searching Dean’s face for a reaction.

Per the rules Sam had explained to them, they were supposed to write down their plans (which they were encouraged to discuss, because that’s apparently what couples do) and complete a bonus task – individually, this time – describing where they see themselves next year at Christmas. Then, they were to seal their envelope and give it to Sam and Eileen for safekeeping, accepting theirs in exchange. That way next year there would be an additional reason to spend Christmas together and see which things have come to pass.

“Stop fishing for a compliment. You know your cooking is delicious.” Cas turned to look at Dean. “I want to be able to do nice things for you, Dean. Like you do for me. Cooking for people you care about is how you show affection and those small, but meaningful gestures go a long way. I’d love to be able to surprise you with a breakfast pie in bed, or make soup for when you catch a cold, or-“ Dean interrupted him with a chaste and gentle kiss on the lips. “You had me at the breakfast pie, Cas. Cooking and baking: 101 it is.” Cas smiled, reached for Dean’s hand, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Laying back on the pillow, he rested Dean’s hand on his belly, gently stroking the fingers. Dean closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

“What will you put as your first item?” Cas asked a moment later.

“That’s easy,” Dean murmured into Cas’s shoulder. “Beach vacay. Never had the time for that before. What do you think about some sand between our toes? Maybe even skinny-dipping with enough margaritas?”

“You do look extremely hot in those aviators of yours,” Cas replied in a thoughtful voice, as if mulling it over. “And skinny-dipping does sound promising. A beach vacation certainly belongs on that list.”

“Cas, if you want me naked and in sunglasses, that can be arranged anytime, anywhere.”

“I want you in those cut-off shorts of yours, and then I want you out of them,” Cas continued in a low voice, and Dean felt the hairs on his arm stand up under Castiel’s fingertips. “I want to explore your sun-kissed skin and count the freckles on your back. I want you to enjoy yourself in all the ways that appeal to you, so yes. You’re writing that down. I’m taking you to the beach.”

“Just like that?” Dean asked, teasingly. “Pretty goal-oriented, aren’t you?”

Cas glared at him; Christmas lights caught in his dark blue eyes. “I was a Seraph, Dean. Goal-oriented was in the job description.”

“Bossy,” Dean suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

“You like that.”

“Touché.”

Cas turned on his side, facing Dean. They were lying so close now they breathed the same air, noses just shy of touching. Dean took Cas’s hand and laced their fingers, nudging a knee between Cas’s thighs. “What else is on your list?” Dean asked.

Cas didn’t answer right away, and Dean closed his eyes to bask in the warmth of their bodies.

“There’s a small plot of land behind the bunker,” Cas began, “I was wondering whether it’s okay with you and Sam if I make a garden there?” He sounded uncertain, for some unknown reason, and Dean frowned at that. “It wouldn’t be anything fancy, just some flowerbeds with sunflowers or maybe lavender-“

“Cas,” Dean interjected, still frowning, “why would you even ask? You don’t need anyone’s permission to do what you want to do, come on. The bunker belongs to you just as much it does to me or Sammy or Eileen or the rest of our extended family.” He propped himself up on one elbow and gently freed his hand from Castiel’s hold to cup his cheek. “If you want a garden, I’ll help you make one. Or just as happily will mind my own business if it’s something you want to do on your own. Okay?”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas whispered, earnestly. And it wasn’t about the garden, really. It was about being reassured he belonged, was wanted. Accepted.

“You should definitely add the garden to your list, Cas. And, while we’re on the topic, there was actually something I wanted to ask you about.” Dean cleared his throat, his heart rate quickened. He’d been thinking about this for quite a while, but never seemed to find the right moment to broach the topic. Frankly, he’d never felt brave enough to do so. Why mess up a good thing? But the idea lived in his head rent free, and there was no lying to himself, no tricking his mind out of it. “What would you say about a real garden, though?  With an apple tree, some benches, maybe even a gazebo? Where you can plant all kinds of flowers to appease those honeybees of yours?”

“That- That sounds lovely, Dean,” Cas replied, obviously a little bit at a loss. “What do you have in mind?”

Dean was grateful it was dark in the room because he could feel himself blushing, chest burning as if someone had put a hot iron on it. He took a deep breath that didn’t do much to lessen the anxiety.

“Remember, back in Sioux Falls, Bobby’s old property?” Dean paused, waiting for Castiel to nod in agreement. “So, it’s all still there. It’s a pretty big plot of land, and the house burned down, obviously, but I was thinking,” the words kept jumping one in front of the other, and Dean felt the blush deepen, desperately hoping Cas would understand what he was trying to say. “I ain’t that bad at rebuilding things, and, of course, it’s gonna be quite a lot of work, but who doesn’t like a fixer-upper, right? There’s the salvage yard, too, we can do something with that. I’m sure Bobby wouldn’t mind, and there shouldn’t be any problems with the documents, given who’s the sheriff in town. And that way you and I get to be closer to Claire, and Donna, the whole gang-“

“You and I?” Cas asked quietly, and Dean took a deep breath, grateful for the interjection.

“You and I. And some bees, apparently,” Dean gave Cas a weak smile, searching his eyes.

Green met blue, and for the better part of a minute (eternity, really) Cas just kept looking at him silently. Dean’s heart was hammering in his chest so loudly, he wondered if maybe he just couldn’t hear Cas’s answer because of the pounding in his ears. But Castiel’s lips didn’t move, and Dean felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he needed to get out before he went into a full-blown panic attack. It was too much. Why would Cas want to leave the bunker? It was way safer there. There were other people, hunters, coming and going, Sam and Eileen lived barely an hour away, why would he even consider moving in with Dean, let alone-

Suddenly, Cas was on Dean, left hand on Dean’s pillow for support, right hand cupping Dean’s face. Cas pressed kisses everywhere, holding on to Dean like it was the last thing on Earth worth doing. Cas moved his hand into Dean’s hair, gripping tight, and Dean moaned, capturing Cas’s mouth with his own, deepening the kiss. Dean’s anxiety turned into exhilaration, because that was very clearly a yes, and somewhere at the back of his mind he wondered if maybe he’d just suffered a mild heart attack. In mere seconds, though, his body went pliant under Cas’s weight, the kiss grew even more urgent and heated. Dean’s brain short-circuited, the only thing that registered was the press of Cas’s groin to his own, the sounds Cas was making, the texture of his tongue, the softness of his palms, his smell, his taste, the overwhelming need to be closer, to become one, to forget there ever was an outside world at all. But as Dean slipped his hands under Cas’s T-shirt, Cas groaned and broke the kiss, panting. He pressed his forehead to Dean’s, eyes closed and breathing heavy.

“I believe we’ve gotten carried away,” Cas said, hoarsely. “We still have to finish the lists before Sam leaves for Eileen’s.”

“Screw Sam,” Dean rasped, “I don’t care, just take off your clothes and keep kissing me senseless.”

Cas growled and bit his lip to keep himself from grinding.

“There will be no screwing Sam,” he said in a low voice. “We finish the lists, give Sam the envelope, bid him goodnight,” Cas took a deep breath, his body looming over Dean. “And then we pick up right where we left off.”

“Fuck, Cas,” Dean whined.

“Patience, Dean,” Cas pressed a kiss behind his ear, where he knew Dean was especially sensitive. “All in due time.”

With that, Castiel got up, went to click his bedside lamp on, fluffed his pillow, propped it against the headboard, and took the writing supplies from the nightstand. When he got back on the bed, he made sure to leave a few inches of space between them.

Dean groaned. “Fuck my life,” he muttered, but took a couple of deep breaths, willing his heart rate to friggin’ slow down already.  He sat up and reached to switch on the lamp on his side of the bed. He watched Cas for a moment before clarifying, “Yes to the house, though?”

Cas looked at him, pen pausing in the middle of a sentence. “I love you, Dean. Yes to the house.”

Dean grinned. “So, two down, one to go. Item number three for 2021?”

Castiel chewed on the cap, thoughtfully. “This one is less specific, but I’d like to try things I haven’t tried before. Unusual food, new experiences, all kinds of activities – with you.”

“Cas, I swear, if you hadn’t stopped just now, I’d have given you a thing or two to cross out from that bucket list,” Dean smiled, cockily.

Cas grinned. “I should think so.”

“Just say the word,” Dean winked, “and we can go baptize the library.”

“Noted. Let’s just not traumatize your brother any further.”

“He’ll live.”

Cas sighed, a mix of fondness and exasperation. “We’ll get back to this conversation as soon as we’re finished with the task at hand. What’s your item number three for the list?”

“Well,” Dean sat up straighter to get himself into business mode, “I’d love to spend more time with family. Get to know them better, maybe set up some family traditions? I don’t know if everyone will appreciate the idea, but it would be kinda awesome.” He glanced at the framed photos proudly sitting on his shelf.

“I think it’s a wonderful thing to put on your list,” Castiel reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “and I don’t have a shadow of a doubt, everyone will be thrilled.”

“They’d better be. Otherwise, they’ll be missing out on the greatest feasts humanity’s ever known.”

“Yes,” Cas agreed easily, “among other things.”

Dean smiled and reached for his own supplies.

For the next five minutes the only sound that filled the room was rustling of paper. Having finished writing, Dean clicked his pen off. “So, what’s with the bonus task? The one where we describe where we see ourselves this time next year?”

Cas bent the card he was writing on in half and slid it into the envelope. “We’re not supposed to discuss it, but, seeing that we will be exchanging our predictions next year, I figure we just address it to each other?”

“Let’s do that,” Dean nodded. “So, no consulting, huh?”

Castiel hummed. “If we were to respect the rules. You know, though, my prediction doesn’t make much of a secret,” he shrugged, smiling. “This time next year, and all the years to come, I see myself watching a Christmas movie with you. I can’t keep up with the plot, really, because mostly I’m watching you watching the movie, watching you smile, listening to you laugh. And I am overwhelmed by how grateful I am for everything that has led me there, in that moment. I’m happy. I’m with you.”

Dean’s throat felt tight and his eyes started prickling with tears somewhere between ‘all the years to come’ and ‘watching you watching the movie’. Cas was looking at him with such adoration, reverence even, blue eyes glistening, pen and paper forgotten.

“Yeah,” Dean said, wrapping Cas in a bear hug. “Yeah.” He hid his face in the crook of Castiel’s neck and felt an awkward kiss being pressed to the side of his head. “You’re such a sap, man,” he breathed a somewhat wet laugh. “You’re such a sap, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” Cas mumbled, “I know.”

“You should still put all of that in writing. You know, for posterity.”

“I will. Will you write yours?”

Dean withdrew a little to give Cas a kiss on the cheek. “I will. But I’m gonna need you to bear with me, ‘cause for once in my life I would actually like to stick to the rules.” He caught Cas’s eyes, “Is that okay with you?” he asked, with a hint of a mischievous smile.

“Of course, Dean.”

“Good. Good.” Dean grinned. “And Cas? I love you, too.”

***

Eileen was supposed to pick him up in about an hour, so Sam sat at his desk browsing true crime documentaries on Netflix when Dean burst in his room without knocking.

“Would you appreciate it if I barged into your room like that?” Sam asked flatly, not looking up from the screen.

“We both know that’s an empty threat,” Dean replied without missing a beat. “Not with those delicate sensibilities of yours.”  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Sam bristled, “You guys were doing it against the kitchen sink! A man should expect the kitchen to be a safe space!”

“Yes, yes,” Dean nodded vigorously, “he should. But it’s still ill-advised.”

Sam closed the lid of his laptop with a click . “Please, tell me you’ve got the envelope and I can go see my girl and bring home the victory of getting you and Cas to participate?”

“Sure thing, Sammy,” Dean dropped the envelope in question on the desk. “Take good care of that for us,” he winked at his brother mischievously. “Cas has already stashed yours in some dusty old book. And hey,” he added in a more serious voice, “tell Eileen thank you?”

“Wait, really?” Sam started, but Dean was already out in the hall.

“Can’t talk, gotta run, Cas says he wants to try new things, and believe me, Sammy, I am gonna deliver!”

“TMI, jerk!” Sam yelled after him, leaning his chair back on two legs to try and catch sight of his older brother.

“Drive safe, bitch!” Dean yelled back from down the hall.

Sam sighed and picked up the blue envelope titled Dean & Cas: 2021 Edition in Castiel’s neat handwriting. The envelope wasn’t sealed properly, and as soon as Sam turned it over in his hands the contents slipped out onto the desk.

“You’re so whipped, Dean,” Sam muttered under his breath picking up the papers. One of the cards fell onto the floor, and as Sam leaned to pick it up, he recognized Dean’s handwriting. Not his finest hour, he would figure later, but the eyes started skimming the text before the brain could actually approve the action.

Hey, Cas. So, we’re talking this time next year, huh? Let’s see. I’m most probably sitting on the couch with you, and we’re in the middle of binge-watching one of those shows you like or watching a documentary. I can’t really tell, because I’m having trouble focusing on what’s going on on the screen. The reason probably being that I have this ring in my pocket, and I keep thinking I should come up with more fitting words. I keep overanalyzing things, wondering if this is even something you might want. And then, we open the envelope, and I’m giving you this little piece of paper, and you start reading it. And I- I can see you frowning in concentration, and it’s been a year since I wrote this, and I still haven’t found the words, because really there are no words to even begin to describe what we have. So- So I take your hand, I kiss your knuckles, and I slip the ring on your finger, and I hope-

Man, I hope I get to spend the rest of my life with you.

With a dopey smile, Sam slipped the card back into the envelope, sealing it carefully. “So whipped,” he repeated quietly, but proudly. 2021 was going to be one for the books.

[thewritingdungeon]

For the tarot challenge! 🤩

I am in utter awe at this request. Let’s see if the cards feel the same...

A perfect choice, considering both King Richard and Tad Cooper deserve the World. 

[deancaspinefest]

So Make it Count

fic by atomicdetectivehideout  |  art by boopliette

During a dull day of school, Donna gets asked about her favourite student couple. She immediately thinks of Dean and Castiel, two students she introduced back in 1997 because she thought they’d be nice together. She never would have guessed her whim would lead these two on a path to love… One day.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Do you guys ship students?” Charlie can’t help but ask.

Ms. Hanscum throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, that’s is the most popular topic.”

Charlie is positively bouncing in her seat. “So who’s your favorite couple of everyone?”

“I don’t think that would be the most appropriate topic for us, kiddo,” Ms. Hanscum says apologetically. Charlie frowns and Ms. Hanscum can’t help but feel bad. “How about I tell you about my favorite couple? They’re older, so you won’t know them. They got married last year.” Charlie perks up, and so do some other students.

“Well, it was about twenty years ago now, mid-way through November and there was a new student…”

[Continue reading on April 9]

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Tagged by @ecouter-bien to post my lockscreen, last played song, and last saved pic!

Tagging @sausagesquirrel @ettume @atomicdetectivehideout if you feel inclined

[imaginethatneathuh]

Winter is Beautiful: Technical Boy - American Gods

I had to cut this in half because Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all as one.

Partially inspired by one of @random-imagines-blog Technical Boy posts.

Done for @atomicdetectivehideout‘s December challenge (yes, I know I’m a day late, shut up).

I’m not good at romance.

Fluff.

Word count: 4.4K+

Second Part

You smiled at the trees, barren and lifeless, all except the pines.

The pines were strong and sturdy. That beautiful pine green, even in the dead of winter. A faint hint of brown spiked the otherwise green needles. A sign of Death and Disease knocking on the trees' door.

The faint sound of Winter-ready birds hung in the air. Their song, even compared to the sunset, was something to behold. The rustle of the trees as the birds flew between the branches reminded you of days long past.

You inhaled the cold, country, Winter air. As you breathed out, a puff of smoke spread out. The warmth of your breath soon dissipated as the frozen air overtook it. dissipating. You smiled, satisfied.

The cool, pale yellows, blues, and pinks of the sunset waltzed across the sky. Not even the chilly air, which was sure to get worse, could dissuade you from spending time that night under the stars, especially on a night like tonight.

While the alignment of Jupiter and Saturn was not the main focus, it certainly helped to convince Technical Boy to come along. It was a "Once every 800 years" kind of event. Something that he would never get the chance to see again.

It had taken forever to get the tech god to agree. You hadn't expected anything less. He was him, but you were also you. Both equally stubborn in your own ways.

Speaking of the devil, the young god stood beside you, wrapped in far too many layers.

A beanie donned his head, along with a scarf, gloves, a Winter coat with two sweaters underneath (both of which you hadn’t the chance to see), a pair of jeans, snow pants, and winter boots.

It was beyond excessive in your eyes.

"You don't need all of those, T," you said. "You'll be fine."

He scoffed. Both of his hands wrapped around his upper arms, rubbing them.

"Like Hell," he mumbled teeth chattering.

How he could still be cold with all those layers was a mystery to you.

A blanket hung over your shoulder as you looked back at him.

"Let's just go."

"Home?" He asked, perking up a little.

"No, to the meadow."

Technical Boy groaned as he walked after you stiffly, following as closely behind as he could. The thick snow pants on top of jeans were hard to walk with.

Sure, the snow was a little high, but no higher than it usually was here around the Solstice.

A part of you wanted to grab his hand, just to hold it, but you thought better of it.

It wouldn’t be like it was the first time you’d held hands. The two of you had done it a thousand times. Okay, maybe that’s an over-exaggeration, but the point still remains; it wasn’t a big deal. Well, it shouldn’t be a big deal.

So, why not just take his hand?

Maybe because in the last few months, how you felt about him changed. When he smiled at you; or even just looked in your direction, it was like the world stopped moving. Your heart raced when he touched you. At times, you thought he could hear your heart pounding in your chest, especially when the two of you would lie together and cuddle. When he’d ‘Hmm?’ when you said something to him, your heart would turn to goop.  When he joked with you, you laughed harder than usual. Even just being around him made you feel this warmth deep inside. This feeling of being known without thinking he’d shame you for anything. It was slightly addicting but in a good way.

And as much as there had been a change in you, maybe there had been a slight change in him, too. Sometimes, when you stayed over at his place, he’d offer you his clothes if you wanted to take a shower. That way you wouldn’t have to wear dirty clothes after getting clean. That’s the excuse he always used anyway. There were times when he stayed at your place where he’d get all nervous about sleeping in the same bed together, even though you’d done it before, and he hadn’t had a problem then. He showed you affection and kindness and rarely said anything bad or rude about/to your family. He was kinder and sweeter now, less of a cat, more of a dog.

You also noticed things about him that you hadn’t before. Like the way he’d look at you with that big, goofy, adorable smile and how his eyes would shine brighter than the sun, the moon, and all of the stars when he saw you. Or how any time he hugged you, he would nuzzle into your neck and hang on for a little longer than most people. There were the times when Technical Boy would get hyper-focused on something and zone out. He looked adorable every time.

But there were also things you think you looked too much into. Like the little surprise visits and gifts he gave felt like more than what a friend would do. Before, you’d never noticed how much he’d look at you or how much more playful he was around you than most people. Of course, you’d never let yourself hope for more. He was a god, after all.

•

The two of you trudged through the snow as the sun set ahead of you. The pale colours of the evening gave way to the rich, dark blue of the night. Stars twinkling like diamonds suspended high in the sky.

For a moment, you thought you'd have to start pulling Technical Boy along. Thankfully, he kept up, even with all the layers.

"I was not built for the cold, Y/N,” he said.

You forged ahead. Trying (and failing) to suppress a smile, you looked behind you before turning back front.

"You're not used to the cold, that's all."

He whimpered, dashing to get back to your side. It was warmer than when he was by himself.

"How 'bout we just go back, yeah? Go back to the cabin? Where it's warm."

Stopping in the snow, letting it soak into your jeans, you faced him.

"If it bothers you that much, you can go back, but I'm not."

You didn't want him to go. He was the reason you wanted to come out here tonight in the first place. It wouldn't be right without him. Besides, two bodies are warmer than one.

Technical Boy looked between the warmth of the cabin that he so badly craved and you, the reason he was willingly out here, freezing his arse off.

Eventually, he chose to follow you, stepping to your side.

The snow flew up with every step. Some of it was packed beneath his boots, other bits stuck on them, but at least he wasn’t being drenched by it.

•

As you got to a fenced-in field, a smile spread across your face.

It was almost entirely dark now. The last vestiges of light from the sun were blinking out, disappearing behind the horizon. The stars and the half-moon became your only guide.

You giggled and looked behind you, still smiling widely.

"Come on," you said, offering your hand to Technical Boy.

He stayed where he was, a worried look on his face.

Your hand fell as you sighed.

"Really, T?"

The god shuffled backwards.

The low, barbed-wire fencing stood between you and your favourite place in the world. Besides maybe with Technical Boy.

Near an old, what you assumed to be, power box lay a dip in the fencing. The fencing had been bent and broken years ago, long before you ever came to the meadow.

Using one of the old, wooden posts the wire was wrapped around, you hopped over.

Breathing deeply, you face away from the dirt road and to the pure, untouched snow of the pasture. Your eyes closed as the wind whipped by.

Technical Boy whined behind you, reminding you of a puppy who wanted attention.

You turned to face him, a renewed light inside you.

"Come on, don't be a wuss," you said. "It's just a fence."

He looked at the fencing, then at you, bouncing side to side.

"Fine, be a wuss, but I'm going to enjoy the pasture."

You twisted back to the snowy, rolling hills far away.

"I'm not a wuss," he said.

You looked over your shoulder with a smirk and said, "Prove it then."

Technical Boy, scowling, glared at the fencing and stepped forward.

“Do we really have to do this? I mean, it’s fucking freezing out here. Not to mention, it’s really stupid. There are apps made for stargazing for crying out loud! We can stargaze where it’s warm, believe it or not,” he complained.

While his point about the apps was fair, the app could never capture the beauty of watching the stars with the naked eye.

"T," you tease in a singsong voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Technical Boy gripped the post you did when you hopped over. "Don't rush me."

"The sun has already set. We don't have time for this."

That wasn’t true. The stars would be there for hours to come, but you had to get him moving somehow.

With another small whine and some mental encouragement, the god hopped over. Now on the same side as you, he backed away from the fence, facing it.

He turned to you lethargically like he was bored, and glared at you.

“Great, I’m over here. Now what?”

Unable to resist, you snickered.

“What?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, you just sound really fucking bored. I can’t combine that with the shivering you. It just doesn’t work in my head.”

He rolled his eyes and walked toward you.

“Whatever,” he said before rubbing his hands together and breathing into them.

You wiped your freezing nose with your equally cold hand, sniffing.

Eyebrows furrowed, Technical Boy took off one of his gloves and pressed a hand to your cheek.

You tried to bat it away, but he ignored it.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you're freezing," he worries. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You pushed him away slightly, his hands drifting to your upper arms.

"It's nothing I haven't handled before."

"Come here," he said.

He shed his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. Taking his scarf off, he coiled it around your neck, tucking it over your nose sweetly. You giggled as he moved his hands to grasp yours.

"You feel like ice," he comments.

You shook your head, a smile plastered on your face.

"I'm fine, T. Let's just enjoy the night."

"What if you get sick!"

You sighed.

"I'm not going to get sick."

"That's what they all say," he said, pulling you close. "But then starts the sniffling and the coughing and sneezing. Not to mention the fever!"

You laughed at him. Pushing away, you took off and wrapped the scarf back around Technical Boy's neck. You glanced down to hide your giggles, but you’re greeted by a peculiar sight.

Covering your mouth, you stared at his chest.

He looked down at his sweater.

"What?"

"I can't believe you're wearing that."

He pulled it down, pouting.

"Your mother gave it to me. Plus, it's also almost Christmas. I thought it was festive."

You burst out laughing.

The ugly Rudolph the Reindeer sweater looked so stupid on him, you just couldn't help it.

"Y/N, don't be mean. I'm sure it took her forever to find one this ugly."

You kept laughing and pulled him into a hug, burying your head into his neck.

"I love you, you dumbass," you said, pushing away.

He smiled at you.

"I love you, too."

It may have been from the cold and wind, but you could have sworn there was a hint of pink on his cheeks.

You handed him back his coat.

"No, Y/N, you need it."

Instead of taking no for an answer, you tossed it onto his face.

As it fell off, Technical Boy caught it and gave you a look. The "done with your bullshit" look he often gave.

You just smiled over your shoulder and laid down the blanket over the snow.

•

The two of you stared up at the sky. For the first time since you managed to pull Technical Boy out here, it was quiet. Save for the wind rustling the branches and the coyotes howling far off in the distance. Some might be afraid of them, but not you. They were comforting. Familiar really.

Taking a deep breath, you could smell the clean snow. It was like water but cooler. As you'd expect from ice.

So enraptured by the peace, you hadn't noticed Tech staring at you with one of those rare, soft smiles on his face.

"Why'd you bring me out here," he asked.

Breaking from the serenity, you turned to look at him. His face fairer than usual because of the light reflecting off the snow from the half-moon.

"I wanted to stargaze with you."

Technical Boy nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer. Keyword is "seemingly".

"Okay," he said, turning back to the sky, a pink hint to his cold cheeks. "But you never bring anyone out here. Not home, not to the cabin, and definitely not here. You only ever talk about this place like it’s a far-off memory. You don't even take the animals out here."

You sighed.

The stars glittered with the glowing moon.

"It's my quiet place," you said. "Where I go when I'm not really there. When all else fails, I can always come here." Looking at the sky, you smiled. "It's the most important place in the world to me. I guess, I just wanted to share that with you." You looked down and rubbed your arm.

Technical Boy let a smile spread across his face.

Cupping your cheek, he guided you to face him.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. "I mean it."

You smiled back.

Technical Boy wrapped an arm around you and laid his head on your shoulder.

You watched the stars, Jupiter and Saturn's alignment shining amongst them.

[superduckbatrebel]

Some kind sould knows a fic where:

Donna is telling her class (She's a teacher) The story of Deancas, cause Charlie (A student) Asked her if she already shipped two students

Edit- Nevermind, the name is So Make It Count by atomicdetectivehideout :) Cute af

[walkingaline]

Two little aesthetics I did, Mad Sweeney inspired, of course, for the @americangodschallenges​ promoted by the @atomicdetectivehideout​

[americangodstalk]

AG Fanfiction: Easter Warmth

This is one of my four original ideas for AG fanfiction. Since recently the December challenge organized by @atomicdetectivehideout has been brought to my attention, I thought I’d rewrite a bit this short scene to fit with the “warmth” theme.

This is basically an attempt to link together the book version of Easter and her television series persona. It roughly takes place during the “Come to Jesus” episode, short after Wednesday had his private talk with the goddess. 

Enjoy!

As she walked furiously down the hallway, she passed in front of the mirror. Pausing to compose herself, she looked at her reflection - intensely and deeply. 

Yes. He was right. She had changed. She had turned small and thin. She was still as beautiful as ever, her skin the color of the hot sand, her makeup shining in the hues of the dawn, her flowery dress flowing around her doll-waist like a shower of petals. But she could not deny it. Her hair had grown darker and her lips paler. The skin of her face was tight on her bones. She had the beauty and the charm, the wealth and the color, oh yes, she would never lose it.

But there was nothing maternal or fertile anymore. It was just... social and polite, pleasant and kind. But not generous, not bestowing. Ultimately, there was no... warmth. There was a light, but no heat.

She looked by the window, at her Easter party. And by looking at it she looked at all the Easters all around the States, from the East to the West. She saw polite conversations around a fine glass of champagne. She saw lips move and throats vibrate in churches. She saw carefully-planned hunts, time-limited quests for neatly wrapped and packed treasures. She saw artificial parades. She saw traditional, common, mundane meals. 

She had survived, yes. But at what cost? Whenever she thought about it for too long, she felt... empty. Cold.

The words of the old northern wolf sank in her heart. 

She was still looking at the Easter celebrations, but now her gaze had turned towards the past - towards the Old World, the green shores, the thick woods and the deep seas. 

And there she did not see - but she felt. She felt the juices drip to the ground from the meats and the fruits. She felt the earth move as flowers and bushes pushed up, towards the sky. She felt the wild hares and the young lovers mate in the dew of the morning. She felt the laying of the eggs, and how vibrant they were, full of life and possibilities, so full they were about to explode. But more importantly - she felt the warmth of the dawn, the warmth of the sunrise, the warmth of the light pouring onto the sleeping landscapes, the warmth of spring as it woke up all life on earth. 

She was there. In front of her. It was her, and yet not her anymore. It was her from centuries and millennia, it was her from when her names were numerous - Eostre, Eastre, Ostara and Austro. The tall mother who ruled over nature. The curvaceous and plentiful body of female fertility. The lips as crimson as the first cherries. The hair made of the shining snow from the mountains’ mornings. The warm smile.

The vision faded slowly, and soon Easter was faced with her actual reflection in the mirror.

She touched her wrist. Even her chain of forget-me-nots was gone.

She thought about the sword. She thought about the proposition. She thought about his words.

Hunger... A queen brought spring... The ancient compact...

In exchange for her lost warmth...

... the fire of starvation. 

[atomicdetectivehideout]

For the American Gods December Challenge! Check the tag for details and to see what else gets submitted this month!

Salim takes a moment of prayer on their journey to Kentucky.

Words: 712

[deancaspinefest]

Good news for everyone who likes their Destiel fic with a healthy dose of yearning: previews are here!

Under the cut you’ll find links to thirty-seven Pinefest fic previews, along with a handful of art previews--though most of our artists are keeping their work completely under wraps until their posting day. 

Once posting begins on March 3, we’ll start adding links to each masterpost, too.

2017 Ao3 collection

2018 Ao3 collection

March 3  - If Love Was a River - preview - masterpost fic by loversantiquities  |  art by subtextiel March 4 - Heroes for Ghosts - preview - masterpost fic by pantheonofdiscord  | art by maiglöckchen March 5 - The Scent of Magic - preview - masterpost fic by dr-dean  |  art by cenedrariva March 6 - Winchester 275 - preview - masterpost fic by mittensmorgul  |  art by whichstiel March 7 - It Starts With a Kiss - preview - masterpost fic by jhoom  |  art by ricketyjukeboxer March 8 - Like Curving Colour fic by robotsnchicks  |  art by dogsled March 9 - Attention Interest Desire Action fic by procasdeanating  | art by exceptcas March 10 - ‘Connections’ with Castiel fic by bluemasquerade  |  art by delicious-irony March 11 - Turn the World to Gold fic by teacass + superhoney  |  art by thevioletcaptain March 12 - Cat-and-Mouse… And Cat fic by paperann  |  art by dmsilvisart March 13 - Whispers in the Wind fic by cenedrariva  |  art by purzelndesbaeumchen March 14 - Ships in the Night fic by thetwistedwillow  |  art by pbj*fish March 15 - Find Our Way fic by youaresunlight (puppycastiel)  |  art by miggles-scribbles March 16 - Dig the Devil’s Blood fic by carrieosity  |  art by correlia-be

March 17 - From Sea to Shining Sea  fic by mscaptainwinchester  |  art by cryptomoon

March 18 - A Wonderful Mess We’ve Made fic by flightoftheseraph (seraphwrites)  |  art by shadowpaintedrose

March 19 - Merger in the Woods fic by tobythewise  |  art by spnheart

March 20 - Clay fic by dogsled  |  art by blusart

March 21 - Pining Sickness, or; Murder with One Stone fic by athaclena  |  art by imtoobiforyou

March 22 - Because This Moment Simply Is fic by ilovelucey  |  art by dreym

March 23 - Winding Roads, Blinding Lights fic by grumpyphoenix  |  art by frosted-astronaut

March 24 - None today :(

March 25 - Breaking the Rules fic by legendsofsnark  |  art by dreamsfromthebunker

March 26 - The Rigged Mandela Effect fic by starespressos  |  art by starmouse123

March 27 - Love Has a Quiet Voice fic by casloveshisfreckles  |  art by correlia-be

March 28 - Genie in a Bottle fic by thepopeisdope  |  art by missaceriee

March 29 - The Great Escape fic by deaneatscake  |  art by kuwlshadow

March 30 - Pies and Prejudice fic by cassiebobassie  |  art by wheres-cas

March 31 - The Sacredness of Tears fic by ladyofthursday  |  art by dmsilvisart

April 1 - The Shape of Regret fic by halzbarry  |  art by throughxthexice

April 2 - Raining at Sunset fic by livinginthequestion  |  art by maiglöckchen

April 3 - Good Things  fic by fallenandthefaithless  |  art by cryptomoon

April 4 - Somewhere We Belong fic by zaphodsgirl  |  art by imtoobiforyou

April 5 - Picture Perfect World fic by pherryt  |  art by dogsled

April 6 - None today :(

April 7 - Little Blue Dragon fic by saltnhalo  |  art by elliottranstrex

April 8 - The Shop on the Corner fic by cascase  |  art by bs-acorns

April 9 - So Make it Count fic by atomicdetectivehideout  |  art by boopliette

April 10 - Highway 9 fic by ellispark (solo author)

[kirkypet]

SHUFFLE ASK

A genuine shuffle of Kirky’s Jolly Tunes (no cheating this time)

Tagged by @ecouter-bien

1- Music for a Found Harmonium (Patrick Street)

2- Whippin’ Piccadilly (Gomez)

3- You Win Again (Bee Gees)

4- Woo Hoo (The 5.6.7.8.s)

5- Jaan Pehchan Ho (Mohammed Rafi)

6- Lookin’ Out My Back Door (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

7- I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free (Nina Simone)

8- Katchi (Nick Waterhouse, Leon Bridges)

9- 9 to 5 (Dolly Parton)

10- Promised Land (Johnnie Allen)

Tagging @sausagesquirrel @atomicdetectivehideout @ettume @more-magpiie @sheliesshattered

[pray4jensen]

Musical Tag

I was tagged by the marvelous @thedogsled fifty-five days ago (I’m so sorry and I promise that I still love you).

What music has inspired your latest piece of writing or WIP?

I don’t listen to music much because of anxiety issues but I’m super pleased to say that I actually do have a song that I happened to use for a story lately (lately being back in October) :D

Tu es partout by Edith Piaf for my current WIP, The Angel’s Widower, which is a post-s12 story about Dean being lured away by an angel that looks exactly like Castiel in the AU world after Cas dies. 

I used this song in the story because I happened to have stumbled across it at the same time that I was writing a chapter where the lyrics matched like 100%. It was weird and very cool.

I’m tagging these wonderful people who have a way better music taste than me, in that they actually do listen to music: @tobythewise, @saltnhalo, @robotsnchicks, @atomicdetectivehideout, @dusky-gold, @destimushi, @darkheartinthesky

and anyone else who wants to do this!

And of course, you absolutely don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. This is just a gesture to say, “Hello, friend!”  

[robotsnchicks]

Musical Tag

So @foxymoley and @caseofunderjoy tagged me to shuffle my library, but I don’t know how to do that on spotify?? So instead I’m going with what @reallyelegantsharkfish tagged me to do, which is just to share 10 songs I’ve been into lately! 

1. People That Are Going To Hell -The Vandals  (I’ve been listening to this song when I get frustrated at people ever since I worked my first customer service job at 16)

2. Alive (nightmare) -Kid Cudi (I just love the whole Man on the Moon album so much.

3. Abbaon Fat Tracks -Tricky (sexy music ahoy)

4. My Lady’s House - Iron & Wine (I just love this song)

5. Type of Way -Rich Homie Quan

6. Am I Not Yours- Cursive (I like this song in general, but this song is perfect for ANGST when Im writing which is why I listen to it a lot)

7. Firefly - Saves the Day (not my normal thing, but it goes with my Pinefest)

8. Fool in the Rain- Led Zeppelin (love this, especially for Destiel feels)

9.  Hamburg Song -Keane (This is THE pining song. Reminds me a lot of Cas in general. Its kinda sad)

10. Might Tell you Tonight - Scissor Sisters (destiel/dean feels plus an all around fun song)

Tagging some of my fellow pinefest writers. Did any of you have songs that helped or inspired your fic? @ladyofthursday @ensanguind @snarkysnartes @peregrinefalconcas @atomicdetectivehideout @carrieosity (if you wanna share again) and anyone else!!

[americangodschallenges]

February 2021 Challenge Master List

Theme of the month: The Five Love Languages

To Read

Valentine's Day with Ostara by @atomicdetectivehideout

Find other submissions here.

[an-insomniac-assbutt-minion]

@destielmixtape @hnatiwa @atomicdetectivehideout @wincechesters @lover-awakened

[whyjm]

lynaru-chan   mishananigans-archive-deactivat  

Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate~

            art-of-blue   jenmisheel  

omg

            atomicdetectivehideout   mishananigans-archive-deactivat  

the more you know

            softmagecallum   casblackfeathers  

He’s actually shipping it along with Misha. I mean are we forgetting the whole holding onto the trench for safekeeping thing and how he said Dean probably rubbed it on himself?

            daydreamdestiel   reaperlove77  

Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

            selkiesunset   cas-you-assbutt-dean-needs-you  

Even if he did hate #destiel SO FUCKING WHAT?! You’ll take it as a personal affront that a person doesn’t like something you like? As long as you’re not being personally insulted for liking or not liking something why the fuck do you care what their opinion is? Like it’s cool to say “I support Cruz.” It’s not cool to say “I support Cruz and you’re stupid if you don’t.” Expect to be asked WHY you support Cruz. PS I support Bernie.

            pondpiebitchlock   snovolovac  

this

            fandom-drama-police   chattyanon  

Spreading the TRUTH!! His face was at her interruption, not her words. He didn’t even hear her correctly. He thought she was shouting “Castiel” hence his “I know his name, I’m aware” response.But that doesn’t fit bibro’s worldview, so they discount it.

            frownyfacecas   mishacoliins  

I don’t particularly ship Destiel but it’s not cool to lie and twist someone’s words to strengthen your argument so here we are.

            umameninaincomum   cassielnovak  

When people are going to realise Jensen uses this “grumpy old man” face to make jokes?! He doesn’t hate anything!

            zralok-rytier   jendejen-deactivated20170303  

Wowz

            thedestieltrashcan   nsfwdestiel  

Jensen not hating Destiel is my kink

            mostlydestielx   nsfwdestiel  

This is important! (Tagging the anti destiel because they need to acknowledge the lies as well)

            i-tried-and-i-loose   tyrionsvixen  

It’s 2017 and people still stupid, so here we go !

            mrsaquaman187   madinaaa15  

CONSPIRACY OVER!

            kinvgslayer   mrsaquaman187  

thanks!

            fallenangelsandwaywardhunters   mrsaquaman187  

This is news to me!

          staycejo1

There will always be someone saying something to cause problems.  If you make your stand and don't care what other people think then more power to you. Life is to short to live for someone else.  If you can't  take your own  breath because you are too busy worrying that someone is going to judge you then where is your life?

video version 1, video version 2

Because I have seen this false gifset going around with people commenting about how much Jensen hates Destiel - when in reality he misheard the fan and thought she said “Castiel”. That’s why he responds with “I know his name.”

I thought the destiel shippers deserved to know the truth, because I saw many of them fall for this mean bait.

I’d appreciate if you reblogged this gifset and spread the truth about what actually happened. I know this was already in 2012, but apparently some people don’t want to let it drop.