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[bonesmarinated]

Whose arms will you fill with gold As you whisper of love into their ears commission of my Tarnished  (nickname Mørk) (x)

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[webcricket]

Great Expectations

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 1297

Summary: A five part fluffy 1st date drabble series. Castiel’s nerves nearly get the better of him when he realizes you didn’t realize that when he asked if you wanted to grab dinner, he was actually asking if you would like to go on a date.

Previous Parts: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt. 3

Part 4: A Stairway to Heaven

“Open your eyes.”

Eager as you are to see the surprise Cas has in store for you on the bunker’s roof, your breath stutters when he lifts the warmth of his fingers away from where they loosely sheathed your sight. Replacing the dark shielding heat of his hands is a glow of gold against the thin skin shuttering your lashes – a gilded glow very much like that of a sun you know set hours ago.

Eyes flying wide as directed to seek out the source of that strange luminance, strings of tiny twinkling white bulbs crisscrossing the rooftop greet your awestruck vision. In the center, where the lines of light meet, a blanket spreads below; a picnic basket sits strewn to one side.

Suddenly feeling breathless and short on oxygen although you’ve been standing still, you sway backward at the onslaught of sweetness and into the sturdy pillar of the seraph’s frame.

He catches you; a gentle grip encircles your upper arms, easing your spine into the solid cushion of his chest to steady your balance.

“Cas, when-” you whisper, volume weighted in wonderment- “when did you have time to do all this?”

When he speaks, relieved the extent of his worried measures to make tonight special are enough to delight despite the misunderstandings of intent overcome to get here, whatever awkwardness he endured forgotten, the small smile of his satisfaction at your awestruck reaction hovers along the shell of your ear. “Nevermind that-” his rasping voice radiates outward from the spot, exciting pins and needles of pleasure in every nerve- “do you like it?”

You twist in his grasp, throw your arms around his nape, and murmur happily into the hollow of his neck, “I love it!”

Skimming and pressing his palms to return the fondness-fueled embrace, burying his scruffy chin at your shoulder, his blues close; the essence of his being endeavors to imprint the magic of this moment forever into a mind accustomed to only to the seeming certainties of doubt and disappointment.

The molten mingling of heat between your bodies, the way you melt into him as though puzzle pieces perfectly fashioned to fit one another, the subtle scent of lavender and something comelier than anything else in creation clinging to your hair, and the musical mayhem of the pulse reverberating through your ribs, is more succor than he imagined a fallen seraph might find in this world, let alone believe he deserved.

Yet, here you are, flesh and blood and vitality and - he dare not aspire too ardently because you haven’t embarked beyond a hug, heated as it feels to him, at the threshold of a romantic rooftop rendezvous- finally his.

He dare not dream, however, hope nonetheless flusters his senses.

Neither of you hastens to separate, the silent shrouding seconds stretch on in pure contentment.

The grumbling intrusion of your stomach, your stupid hunger-pitted stomach, the very same stomach ticklishly alive in a seraphim-induced swarm of butterflies in frenzied flight, breaks the enchantment.

“Sorry.” Leaning away from the angel, embarrassment deepens the pink flush of your face.

“Don’t be.” Seizing full advantage of the new vantage point of nearness, he brings a hand up to cradle the column of your throat and runs the rough pad of his thumb along the angle of your jaw as he memorizes every freckle and minute furrow upon your face, the glinting of the gaze fixed fondly on him as if he mattered more than anything in existence, and the trembling of lip where he concludes the caress and his careful study.

Self-conscious at the desire occurring to him then to steal a kiss from those petals pliantly parting under the intensity of his stare to hint at their willingness to seal with his own, his focus flicks upward to your eyes.

A soft sigh exhales through your nose - a subtle escape of regret that he did not yield to his obvious yearning, and remorse also that you failed to act on it when he didn’t and Chuck only knows if it took him this long to ask you on a date, how long it will be before you get a taste of actual Heaven. The boisterous growled demands of your famished belly again foul the romantic ambiance; you can’t help but cast him a glance coiled in unspoken anxiety of apology.

“That’s starting to sound pretty serious, perhaps we should eat.” Blues chuckling in creased amusement at your corporally insistent hunger, tender touch gliding to the divot dipped apex just above where your low back blooms into the roundness of a denim-supported bottom, he urges you, warmly brushing the sliver of skin exposed between your shirt and waist, to spin and shuffle off to the waiting blanket.

Moving the picnic basket into reach as you both sit, it’s he who wants to apologize for the humble pair of parchment and ribbon wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tucked therein; two, stuffed with potato chips – a Winchester family secret passed down from his dad Dean taught him to add crunchy texture and salt to cut the soggy amalgamation of sticky bread - to avert the awkwardness of asking you to eat alone.

“You made these?” you ask, watching glittery-eyed as he unpacks the picnic contents.

“Yes-” he admits, passing you one on a plate- “but they’re just PB&J.”

Just PB&J; for all the defeat damping his tone, he may as well have told you they were just his heart on his sleeve waiting to be trounced. “Thank you.” You pluck at the neatly tied bow on top to free what to you, because it was made especially for you by his hands and the best he has to offer when it comes to cooking, is an absolute feast.

“They’re perfect.” You lay a palm to his knee and squeeze until he trains his attention from popping the cork on the bottle of bubbly he hopes makes up for, or at least numbs your notice, of his lack of culinary acumen, to your glossy gaze. “Everything is perfect, Cas.”

That reassurance relaxes the tenseness casting shadows onto his confidence and his countenance enough to soothe a smile back into the camber of his mouth. “I’m glad. Very glad you said ‘Yes’ even though I wasn’t clear about this being a date.”

“Nevermind that-” you tease, echoing his earlier words- “I was always going to say ‘Yes.’”

His smile broadens; distracted by you and the joy expanding outward from the center of his being with every beat of his vessel’s heart in your presence, and never having poured champagne to gain an understanding of the rapid expansion of its effervescence, he overfills both flutes.

Giggling, you eagerly accept the brimming glass and clink it against the one held in his alcohol-wetted fingertips. “To us,” you toast.

“To us,” he repeats; a heaviness of emotion deepens his voice almost to a whisper. His eyes follow as you bring the champagne to your beaming lips to sip.

It’s not the first time - nor will it be the last time tonight, as you nestle nearer and nearer beneath the lights and stars in the cooling midnight air chatting about nothing and everything and sometimes saying naught at all and simply enjoying the sensation of being together - that the sea blue swirl of his longing gaze kisses the sweet pout of your lips, wondering at the signs – sentiments quietly spoken and movements molded by emotion - of love and acceptance surrendering themselves there to him.

And yet, perhaps his history of failures proving paralytic in affront to the proofs of your affection, Dean’s magnanimously donated mouthwash moreover not providing the minty liquid courage he needed, he hesitates to close the distance to claim a heart already his.

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[chelleztjs18]

Hello you. Haha yes the more fun fact I get, the longer your nickname will be! 😅

I love eggs with rice. There's this seasoning sauce that I put on the rice, it's not soy sauce though. It's my go to meal if I am lazy or have leftover rice.

No no, cheese on steak? No that just sounds crazy. And sautéed mushrooms are so good too, do you put onions with it? I've only had tofu when I was younger when I had to give up meat for Lent. I liked it I think 😅

Do you have a favorite brand of dark chocolate? I like Lindt Lindor chocolates..the little red ball of chocolate that has stuff in the middle. They are so good, whenever I get a bag, I put it in the fridge because I think it's so much better cold.

I like Claire, she can be a hard ass sometimes but I think she means well. I love her and Phil's relationship, they're such opposites but they flow and work well together. So you're the strict parent and he is the fun happy go lucky parent? 🤣

I think I would be like Phil if I did have kids. I am already like him now with my nieces and nephew. I agree, I wanted Haley to end up with Andy, Dylan is okay but he is just so dumb... at least Haley has good senses sometimes. I have a few favorite episodes, I love the one where Claire was online and we see everything from her laptop. What about you?

You know, I have never had a real tree at all. Every year I always think it would be the year I'll try to have a real tree, but then change my mind because cats. Hahaha.

I think I would rather go into the future too. So you'd fix your own mistake or the mistake of society?

Would you rather be funny but really dumb or boring but super smart?

- CuriousGeorge

Hi hi! I just woke up. I fell asleep when i tried to make my daughter nap in her new room. 😅 gosh, nap always make me feel so good. Lol. Then i woke up n get ready to go get our christmas tree and had dinner. I drove there, n now we r on the way home.

Hahhaha im surprised that u didnt come up with a new nickname after my last answer. 😅 how was ur day by the way?

Yeeess eggs with rice are so good. Oh which sauce is that? I might know.haha is it like a seasoning sauce with a green cap on the bottle?

Yeah cheese on steak is a no go for me. I would go there but order it without the cheese.lol. no i dont out onion on my steak.. i dont really like onions but if it's called in a recipe to bring up flavors, i dont mind.. i hate onion rings.. i cant stand the smell, n the thought of how greasy it is makes me feel uncomfortable.😁 buuutttt, i loooooveee green onions. Especially if it's fresh cut on my rice or soup..

Do u eat spicy? Also what about food with spice and herbs? What spices n herbs u like? I looooove lemon grass and basil.

Oh mushrooms are good. My favorite mushroom is shitake mushroom and the black ones that looks like an ear (i think thats how some people call it) it has crunchy texture.

Oh tofu, i looove tofu! I love anyway we can cook on tofu. When i was a kid my sister used to call me the "tofu kid" 😅

Haha thats my favorite toooo! Thats like the truffle one or something, right?But i like the black ones.. u should try it! I also like the bar one, dark chocolate with orange, or with sea salt. U should try it. I can give u a pict of them if u want.

Haha yeah im the not so fun parent who keep trying to draw lines of rules. 😅 so yeah im kinda like Claire.. aaw thats sweet that u r like phil. Hahhaha.u will be the fun parent. N yes! I want Hailey to be end up it Andy.. or Arvin the british scientist.lol.

OH MY GOOOOD! Yeees! Yes! That's my favorite episode too! I love u more for that! It's the season 6 episode 16 n the episode called "Connection Lost" hahaha. I watch that episode so many times n i still laughed out loud. The part that Cam said to Claire "Not cool, Grandma!" After she dumped out the life changing popcorn 🤣 gosh i love that episode. It's a very cool concept n all the jokes are so funny.. any favorite part? I can even talk about that episode on n on.hahhaha.

U should try to get one, a small one so if the cats climb on it n it falls it wont be that bad 😁. I love the smell of the real tree.. i got a different type than i usually get n it smells so much better.

Yeah i will try to fix my mistakes first n hv a better life n when i hv enough power to do that i would try to fix what i can fix around the society 😅 i hope i dont sound too weird or anything.

I think i would rather be smart n boring. I meant it's fun to b funny but im sure it will get old n people wont think im funny anymore. If im smart i can create something good for people n if they dont like me for being boring, its fine with me. I dont mind to hv small circle of friends that appreciate my existence despite me being boring. 😅 what about u?

Cheerio!