spn, mha/mvh ( my vigilante hero ), blue exorcist, ohhc, ghibli, JJK, CSM
( fave youtubers )
sam and colby, kevin langue, jake webber, maybeheilly, sarah grace, SMii7Y
──── ୨୧ ────
DNI if .... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
homophobic, racist, supporting trump, supporting problematic famous people, dni melanie fans (i used to like her too, but i cant stand her anymore. i'm not sorry.) anti lgbtq+, hating on furries for nothing..., ill add more when i come to think of.
You groan, leaning against the cold golden pole outside the met gala, popping your ankles as you lift them one by one. Robert’s laughter was heard just a few feet away, as he bid a farewell to Elizabeth Olsen.
“Are you telling Lizzie about what happened?” You whined, burying your face in your hands. “Oh yeah. I basically told everyone who wanted a conversation with me. The talk of the night, I suppose.” He laughed, “like you cannot tell me that was the best answer anyone gave out tonight.” He finished.
“I didn’t think they’d actually ask me who my celebrity crush was,” you mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Besides RDJ, Chris chuckled. “And yet you still said Jaafar Jackson in front of the entire internet.” You shoved him playfully, “I panicked!”
“You smiled before answering,” Chris teased.
“And you blushed,” Robert added instantly.
But before you could even defend yourself, a new voice rang through your group. “Well… at least I know it’s mutual now.” He spoke. You turned so fast, you almost tripped yourself with your long dress you wore. Chris caught you of course, a gentlemen he is.
There stood Jaafar, his hands are tucked in his pant pockets, definitely cold with the New York weather, “Jaafar. I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon again,” you say. “See? Manifestation.” Robert giggled, patting Chris’s chest. “Robert,” you warned. “It seems like you’re warning Robert every five minutes,” Chris chuckled.
“Anyways, continue. This is better than the actual gala,” The blonde ended. Jaafar laughed softly in front of you, his feet shoveling slightly like he was nervous. “I was actually looking for you,” he said.
Your stomach turned, “really?”
He grinned, “there’s an after party tonight that I was invited too- hosted by-“
“Please say it’s not another four hour fashion event,” Chris groaned. “Relax grandpa, it isn’t. It’s actually hosted by Beyoncé herself, we are also invited.” Robert spoke proudly.
“It’s supposed to be relaxed, laid back. Music…dancing, food, less cameras..” Jaafar hummed. “Knowing Beyoncé, it might not be relaxed. You know how she is, but who knows? Tonight was pretty exhausting.” Robert mumbled.
Jaafar gave a tight smile, “I wanted to see if you’d like to go with me?” Chris gasped besides you. Robert, grabbed his chest dramatically while falling onto his friend beside him. “Our little star is growing up,” he sniffed.
“You two are unbearable.” You mumbled.
“But are you going?” Chris asked, “with him?” Robert finished.
You looked at Jaafar with a smile, giggling slightly at his amused expression with the two big actors acting like this. “Yeah.” You whispered, “I’d love too.”
-
An hour later, the after party had skyrocketed. It was completely different from the met gala itself, the lights were dimmer, music was louder, and for the first time of the night- actresses and actors were acting like normal people.
Robert was in a crowd of people of course, talking about probably what happened about your celebrity crush moment.
Chris was with Lizzie, trying to grab the last cheesecake from her- but it looks like she bit the corner piece already.
You?
You were outside with Jaafar, his jacket was already around you with how cold it was, being outside of the rooftop lounge and all, enjoying the peace and quiet with him.
“You surviving tonight?” He asked.
You chuckled, “barely.”
“You handled the interviews better than I did,” he pushed your shoulder gently, and you shrugged while looking at him. “You looked pretty calm to me.” You assured him.
“I was terrified.” He confessed.
“No way,” you laughed, leaning into him. “Yes way,” he leaned into you a bit more, your shoulders touching. “You know, someone- not blaming fingers, told everyone about your celebrity crush, and after hearing that? Yeah I was petrified messing everything up.” He laughed.
Heat flooded your face, “can everyone stop bringing that up?” You hid your face in your hands again, feeling embarrassed. He grabbed your wrists gently, bringing them down. His face was close, but not too close.
His eyes locked into yours, and then-
“HEY LOVEBIRDS! They’re playing Michael Jackson!” Robert yelled from the glass door.
Jaafar laughed, getting up from his spot and holding his hand out for you to grab. “Dance with me?” He tilted his head towards the party.
You placed your hand in his.
Somewhere in the crowd, “we should make a movie out of this. I definitely was the one who set this all up. I paid the interviewer to ask her that because I knew it was him from the start and knew he was coming out as soon as we got out,” Robert smiled. Chris and Lizzie looked at him as if he was insane. “Sure buddy,” Lizzie giggled. “Let’s hope she doesn’t hear this from someone.” Chris chuckled.
a/n: this guy has been on my mind all week since Sunday when I saw the Michael Jackson movie, if you haven’t seen it, I suggest you should. I’d definitely go see it again if I had the chance.
you’ve been invited to the met gala! and guess who’s also there for his first met gala? jaafar jackson! of course, your best friends (RDJ and Chris Evans) had to be right besides you when you get asked the famous ‘who is your celebrity crush?’ Question. [marvel actress!]
You were out of the black limo first, then Chris, and then Robert. You waved, side to side. Your name being shouted, questions of ‘who are you wearing?’ being asked. You clung onto both Chris and Robert for moral support. This had been your fourth time at the met gala, the first with Tom Holland as you got to play a role in his movie, and then later infinity war and end game.
“So, feeling good so far?” Robert asked smoothly, as he posed while waving his hand. “Yeah. Yeah… just. Still doesn’t feel real that I’m here.” You mumbled, a small smile as flashes and camera sounds tickled your ears and eyes.
“Well, get used to it. Since you were both in infinity war and end game, you’ll be invited more often to the met gala. And you’re in doomsday too, correct me if I’m wrong.” You nod your head at Chris, “yeah. Yeah.” You cleared your throat, your group walking to a reporter. “WOW! Don’t we have such an amazing trio- Robert Downey Jr, Chris Evans, and the amazing-!” She introduced you three to the camera, smiling and talking but you were slightly zoning out.
“So I know the two men are taken, but I have to ask,” Robert shoved you slightly enough to get your attention back on her. “Yes?” You questioned. “Who is your celebrity crush?” She asked. You stopped breathing just slightly, and your eyes widen at that question.
Robert and Chris were giggling, as they teased how embarrassed you got. “Uhm- well,” you started, but as you did, another limo pulled up and the door opened. Yells could be screaming, a “MICHAEL!” could be heard. You perked at that, your head cranking the way to where all the noise is going too. “Jaafar! Over here!” And there he was, your celebrity crush.
“I mean-“ you give your attention back to her, chuckling nervously. “Do I really have to answer?” You ask, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “Of course! We all want everyone’s juiciest celebrity crush. Come on! Tell!” You side eye both of the men at either side of you, “we’re just here for moral support. That’s all.” Chris patted your back. “I’m here for chaos.” Robert grinned, as he took off his sunglasses.
“I don’t know…I- well,” you stutter, your eyes shifting back to jaafar. The crowd shifted. He was getting closer, a bit too close. Robert grinned as he saw your eyes travel to the rising star, while Chris chuckled out, “of course. Who would’ve known?” He teased. “You’re blushing,” Robert spoke.
“I am NOT!” You argue. “Oh you absolutely are,” Chris laughed. “This is golden.” Robert snickered, “wait who are you looking at? Who just came in?” The interviewer asked. You turn back around, just in time before the guys had said anything. “No one!” You yelp, a few set of eyes on you. “Is it someone who’s here tonight?” She teasingly asked you, “it is definitely someone who’s here tonight.” Robert smirked.
“Rob…” you warned.
“Would you say… someone who’s just arrived?” Robert giggled out. You buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. “I hate both of you.” You exhale, smoothing your dress as you gave a sympathetic smile to the interviewer. “Fine. Hypothetically- HYPOTHETICALLY- I might think jaafar jackson is a… very talented actor.”
“Very talented,” Chris repeated, nodding his head. “Such a safe answer.” Robert teased. “So professional. Chris, take notes.” He patted his friend’s chest. “Right. Yeah. Taking notes.” The two giggled.
“Would you ever want to meet him?” The interviewer asked, a sparkling smile on her face as she kept looking behind you. You hesitated, just enough to give yourself away. “I suppose?”
“I suppose?” A new voice entered the room, Chris and Robert already walking away slowly. “What- hey wait! You’re my-“ you groaned. “And there they go. They do this every time.” You shook your head, apologizing to the interviewer, “I think I know why though. I’ll give you two some space,” she giggled, waving as she went to her next celeb. “You two some- who is she?” You turn around, mortified by Jaafar Jackson standing right behind you.
Your eyes widen, and your jaw dropped. “Oh my god.” You whisper, “I hope you didn’t hear any of that. Oh my god, hi.” You repeated.
“Hi,” he smiled back. “I didn’t mean to make the party disappear but uh-“ he chuckled, “I think I heard my name? If I’m correct. Coming from you three of course, wow hello? The faces of marvel talking about me?” He stuttered. “So..” he mumbled.
His eyes kept locked onto yours, but yours was everywhere where his wasn’t. “ ‘very talented’? Huh?” He asked. You groaned, “I’m never living that down, am I?” You asked him, your hands in your face as you peek through them. He grabs them gently down, your whole body going warm. “Probably not,” he said while smiling. “But for what it’s worth, I think you are an incredibly amazing actress yourself.”
That caught you off guard.
“Yeah?” You asked, “yeah.” He repeated. “Guess we’re even then.” You said. Jaafar tilts his head with a smile, waving a hand to a camera man. “Guess we are.”
“Would you maybe wanna walk with me down the carpet? You’ve probably heard- it’s my first met gala. And I’ve heard you’ve done quite a few?” He asked. “Lucky for you, this is my fourth met gala.” He held out his arm for you, and you gasped. “Such a gentlemen,” you giggle, wrapping your arm carefully around his as the two of you walk into the middle again.
A few steps away, “I’m taking full credit of this.” Robert whispered to Chris, Chris chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh absolutely.” He said, as the two of them watched the two favorite guests of tonight on the carpet.
——
A/N:
Guys help. Ever since I saw the movie he’s all on my mind. It’s unhealthy. Guys I miss Michael Jackson. Guys. Guys. Omfg I’m gonna cry. It’s been like ages so pls don’t judge my writing ty.
Gng I cannot stop thinking about the au someone wrote about baseball!megumi x reader AND IT WAS SO GOOOD. I need more. I need more of that. Where can I read more of that. @lokissweater thank you so much for that fic it is POUNDED INTO MY HEAD it’s the best au fic I’ve ever read in a long time!
Your eyes open around 7:30 am, looking to your left you see Mike drooling all over his pillow. You chuckle, shaking him a bit and not getting anything in response. Humming, you let him sleep and get up for the day.
Abby had school around 8:30, so you went into the kitchen and made some breakfast for her. You heard movement down the hall and so you had assumed Abby was wide awake, so finishing up the breakfast you called out for her and Mike. “Breakfast is ready!” You yelled.
Hearing footsteps running down the hall, there is Abby with pink jeans and a white sweater with colorful dots on it. “Yum! Is Mike awake?” She asked, sitting in her usual spot. You hummed, “let me go check.” You ruffled her hair as you walked passed her, opening the creaking door to your shared room with Mike. “Mike?” You spoke. He still hadn’t stirred from both your greetings, so you went up close to him and shook him once more. 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, you thought.
Trying to wake him again with a shove, you didn’t get any response once more. You shrugged, 𝘕𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴. Sitting next to Abby, you filled your plate up with eggs, bacon, and two pancakes with butter on it and some syrup. “Mike is still asleep?” She groaned, looking over to your room with annoyance written on her face. “His shift must’ve been hard last night,” you told her. “With what? Making sure nobody gets in?” She sassed, eating a piece of bacon she grabbed.
“He does have to stay awake from 12 am to 6 am. That’s a big change in his schedule, and it’s his first night on the job too. Give him some time, he might get used to it and stay awake a bit longer if his schedule continued like this.” You explain, she shrugged, going back to eating her breakfast. She stopped mid eating, before running back to her room and grabbing a piece of paper.
She ran back into the dining room, placing the paper onto the wooden table. “I made this for you, Mike, and me!” She pointed, eating with her mouth full. You picked up the paper, making sure your hands wouldn’t grease it so much. “Abby,” you beamed,
“this is amazing! Do you mind if I put it on the fridge?” You asked. She nodded, “sure! So Mike can also see it when he wakes up.” The two of you continue to eat, and you checked the time to see it was around 8:10. “Alright. Let’s get you to school. Let me go find Mike’s keys.” You informed her, she nodded and placed her plate in the kitchen sink and went back to her room to grab her backpack.
Going into your shared room, you looked around to see if Mike placed the keys anywhere. You searched his side of the room, then his uniform. In his black pants, the keys sat.
You smiled, walking over to the door before abruptly stopping. You looked back at your boyfriend, kissing his forehead and then closing the door. “Mwah mwah mwah,” Abby mocked, her lips in a kissing like position. You giggled, ruffling her hair again as she groaned. “I just fixed my hair!” She wailed.
“Well that’s what you get for mocking me and your brother,” you teased, unlocking the door. She got into the back, and you in the driver’s seat. You backed out of the drive way, and drove to the school which was about at least a five minute drive.
You finally got into the line and pulled up right in front of the school, before Abby left she gave you a quick hug and a goodbye. You watch her greet her teachers, sending them a wave and see her go inside. You then left the school, driving back to the house and then opening the door to see Mike groggily rubbing his eyes, stretching, and yawning. “Abby’s at school?” He asked wearily, looking over at the table to see leftover breakfast.
You nodded, as he sat in your spot to eat the cold left over breakfast you made. “Tried waking you up. You were dead asleep,” you titter. You move yourself behind his chair, laying yourself half on his back and wrapping your arms around his chest.
Your head facing his, he looked your way and gave you a tired smile. “Mm sorry. Work was.. rough. Had another nightmare again.” He told. “Nightmare?” You quirked, “you slept on the job?” He rolled his eyes, and nodded. “I know I’m not supposed too, but I have a feeling I’m somewhat connected to the place. I just don’t know what it is.” Mike rambled.
“Well, please don’t sleep on the job next time. What if something bad happens while you’re sleeping? Some crooked homeless man, or teenagers getting up to no good.” You pat his chest, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before sitting besides him. “I know I know,” he responded. “I just am not used to this schedule yet. Let me get used to it.” Mike finished eating his cold food, before grabbing his dish and cleaning it. He sighed, looking at the dish in the sink Abby left. “You know, you can always tell Abby to clean her dish.” He told you, cleaning the two dishes and placing them in the dishwasher.
You shrug it off, “it’s alright. I’d clean it.” Mike shook his head at you, “she needs to learn that not everyone is gonna do stuff for her from time to time.” You hummed, agreeing with that statement. “Well… yeah. That’s true,” you muttered. “I’ll get the dishes. Thank you for feeding Abby and taking her to school, and for trying to wake me.” Mike kisses the side of your head, “go lay back in the room, it’s still around 9. Let’s have an off day today.” He suggested, your eyes lit up and you nodded, opening the door to the room.
Taking off your clothes and getting into comfortable pajamas, you sink yourself into the bed and wait for Mike to be done with the dishes. You hear the dishwasher start, and footsteps coming closer to the room. He walked in, taking his shirt off and hopping in the bed right beside you. “Did you see the picture Abby drew on the fridge?” You asked him, he nodded. “She included you,” he shoved you slightly with a smile. “I noticed that. Very touching,” you cooed.
“How was your night? How was Abby?” He asked, his voice vibrating against your body. “It was good. Nothing much going on, besides Abby talking to her imaginary friends.” You hummed. He sighed, “you think we should check it out?” You shook your head no to that question, “when I was a kid I also had imaginary friends. It’s all normal.”
Mike shrugged, placing his head into the crook of your neck, his hot breath breathing onto you. Feeling warm, you turn to face him so now his face was resting onto your chest. “This is nice,” he mumbled into you. You laughed, running your hands through his curly lock of hair, your eyes closing.
You felt his lips kiss you, slowly, as his arm on the bed propped himself up to place him on-top of you. His eyes looked with you with so much love in them, as he kissed your lips longingly. “You’re so good to me, to us. I really want to thank you,” Mike whispered. “You don’t have too. I like being a part of this. I love watching over Abby and being a part of her accomplishments, apart of yours too.” He smiled at you, “yeah? You know, Abby considers you family.”
You smile brightly, your hands messing with his hair that was behind his ears. “Honestly that feels like an achievement.” You respond. “Well it is. And you’re a part of our family now, no take backsies.” He replied. You giggle, kissing his lips. “I love you,” you murmur. He smiles softly at you, his nose touching your cheek. “I love you too.”
———
A/N:
I KNOWWW I’ve been blogging for Johnny, but since the FNAF 2 movie has came out; I just HADDDD to make one for Mike. LOVE HIM TO DEAAATH HES so FUCKING HOT N UGHHHH love him. Love abby. Love love love love. Anywho! If you haven’t seen the fnaf 2 movie yet DEF SHOULD 10/10. That’s all! BYEEEE <3333
Your eyes fixate on the block t.v in front of you, your body cuddled up on the orange couch with your back against Johnny’s chest. It was around 11:30 at night, and your eyes were feeling heavy by the minute. The show of the night wasn’t even that good, but being in the presence of Johnny you didn’t mind it one bit.
Johnny and you had been out and about for the whole day, shopping for the holidays. Both of your feet worn out, sore from getting up at 7 in the morning and then getting back so late. “Mmm, you tired love?” Johnny asked, kissing the side of your forehead. You hummed, turning your whole body to face Johnny so that now your back was facing the t.v. “Just a tad,” you shrugged. “Your lips felt great though. Keep ‘em coming.” You giggled out, your eyes sparkling towards Johnny’s own.
He smiled, and obeyed at what you had just said. His lips kissed your forehead first, and then he slowly got up from his comfortable position and placed you on top of his lap. One of his hands was rested on the side of your cheek, while the other near your waist. Johnny leaned in— kissing all over. Your cheeks, your nose, the side of your mouth. Your eyes were closed the whole time, loving the warmth radiating off of your boyfriend. “This feels so nice,” you whispered.
“Yeah?” He hummed, as he lowered his kisses to your neck. You tilted your head just a little bit sideways to give him some room, just as he moved your hair out of the way to kiss all over. “Yeah. The best and only good kisser I’ve ever known.” You respond, your arms wrapping around him as your hand sneaked its way up to his hair to mess with it. He moved back from his spot, his eyes showered with love as he smiled. “That’s the best compliment someone has ever gave me,” he kissed your lips, and the two of you stayed like that for about ten seconds.
You break off of it first, “really now?” Replying to him. “Really hon.” Johnny moved back to kissing your cheek, his tongue gliding against your collarbone and then back to pecking your neck. You close your eyes again, as he got a bit rougher on the side, most importantly his favorite spot— alongside yours.
“Johnny—” you breathed out, your head tilting a little bit more. “Sorry sweet cheeks, you just taste so good right now. Also, is this a new perfume? Smells absolutely breathtaking. You should wear it more often.” He rambled between the sucking, your breathing got shallow, your stomach swirling in circles with how good Johnny’s doing to your neck.
You moaned just ever so slightly, covering your mouth with a shock. Johnny stopped, a smirk plastered on his face. “Why cover that beautiful sound you just made?” He asked, removing your hand from your mouth slowly. “We are literally in the living room.” You whisper. “And? Everyone’s asleep. Well— I know my sister and Reed is. Dunno bout Ben…” he spoke.
“Ben is awake. Please go make out in your room, Johnny.” A grumpy voice from the hallway spoke. You jumped, spooked from the appearance. “Sorry Ben,” you stammered, he grunted at your response. “Alrighty. Let’s take this to round one in the bedroom.”
——
a/n:
I know I haven’t posted in a month buttttt I kinda got a little bit of motivation after a post LMAO and rewatching fantastic 4 too- I hope you guys enjoy this one! Idk if it’s gonna be frequent, but just know I might pop in every now and then.
Main Masterlist ❀ Dean Winchester Masterlist
⋆ ˚｡⋆ PAIRING Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
⋆ ˚｡⋆ SUMMARY When the world becomes too much, Dean makes sure you get just what you need. ♡
WARNINGS / TAGS Fluff | Smidge of Angst?
Best friends & something more | Post-hunt comfort | Reader feels over-socialized / overwhelmed | Cuddles | Soft!Dean | Non-verbal communication | No use of Y/N.
⋆ ˚｡⋆ WORDS ~1k
⋆ ˚｡⋆ PROMPTS cozy cuddles + The days are getting shorter
⋆ ˚｡⋆ J / NOTES My entry for @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth 's amazing Fluff-fest challenge! Thank you for allowing us to use your cute fall-ish dividers!! 💕
This plays in the same universe as Tap Once For... where Dean and reader have known each other since they were kids and they got their own secret tap-system language - But reading it is not needed! (that one's very angsty lol :') )
Days get shorter. Hunts longer. More demanding. Draining.
While outside the motel the sun dips low, the harsh white mirror-light buzzes overhead. You wash the weariness off you. The muscles in your jaw ache. Air as cool as the water you bathe your face in.
With the heels of your palms you rub along your cheeks, trying to dull the aftermath of smiling your way through twenty-something witness interrogations at the local Trade Fair. Or was it thirty? You'd lost count after the third day of this goose chase between callus scrapers, cheese perfume oil and disposable gas neutralizers (which supposedly 'take the bad part out of the fart'... Dean wanted to get one for Sam).
Now the Shapeshifter's ganked. Case wrapped up. A good reason for clinking beers at a local pub.
But not for you – not tonight anyway. You'd told Dean and Sam to go out without you. That you'd stay back and look into a possible case up in Montana.
The mere thought of people surrounding you right now makes you want to puke.
All you want is silence.
You hear the motel door fall shut, how the room on the other side goes quiet. Once you've changed into something more comfortable, you dare to emerge from the bathroom – but stop in your tracks.
The room isn't as empty as you'd expected.
Sun filters through the window, casting stripes of soft golden-amber hues across the sharp line of his jaw, dusted in stubble, and the steady rising and falling of a red plaid flannel.
Dean is sprawled out on one of the two motel beds. His perfectly long lashes resting against a sprinkle of freckles. Hair still ruffled from earlier monster-wrangling. Arms crossed over his chest, washed-out jeans bunched around his tangled ankles where they meet his socks. At least he took his boots off.
If you had to guess, you'd say he's just as exhausted as you. All of you were running on steam at this point.
And yet, in the peace of the moment, Dean almost looks… soft. In his own, rugged way. All you want is to crawl into bed next to him and let the calming atmosphere swallow you whole. Bask in it the way a cat would; Curl up. Just existing. With not a care in the world.
Instead, you stand in the middle of the room, not daring to move.
A bit lost - fingers fidgeting with the hem of Dean's oversized hoodie that’s hugging your hips. You'd grabbed it earlier - the freshest thing in reach. Even though you’d been camping in this cramped motel room for over a week, you didn't even notice until now how chilly it is without running high on adrenaline.
Dean's rough voice snaps you out of your stupor. His eyes remain closed as he gives a small jerk of his chin.
"C'mon." Dean curls two fingers at you. "You need to crash."
The rasp of his sounds like he's had more beer and whiskey in the past days than the nightstand evidence suggests.
You hesitate. Gaze flickering to the empty table where Sam's laptop is still humming, screen plastered with various blog articles.
"But I still need to –"
"Bed. Now." - he cracks one eye open in a warning - "Don't make me say it twice."
If you know anything, then that there's no point in arguing with Dean.
The moment the mattress dips under your knees, Dean's arm untangles from his chest and lifts above the pillow to open a spot next to him. Inviting you into his space. More particles bounce off the linen and into the air when you scoot across the bed and the creaky springs wobble beneath you.
He slings his arm around your waist, pulls you closer. You nudge your knee against his. In return, his foot slips between yours, bracketing your thigh with his own and sharing more of his body heat with you.
Your limbs settle into each other like muscle-memory. Heavy, grounding. Two pieces forming one.
His calloused fingers slowly brush up and down your side once you've both settled. He doesn't comment on the fact that you'd snitched his old Led Zep hoodie. As always after hunts, almost like it's a ritual of yours. If anything, Dean likes the way your smell has begun to linger on it, mixing with his very own.
Warmth begins to spread through your body – from the tip of your ears where his breath wafts against your cheek, down to where your shoulders touch, until your toes which he collected under his feet.
Dust swirls through the worn-out motel room, only visible from dancing on the fading sun beams, like they're tiny twinkling stars.
The world slows down.
Allows you to breathe, to ease into the moment.
It’s one of those days where the world is too much. Overwhelming in every sense. Enough that talking feels impossible.
Dean doesn't press - he knows.
It took him some time to not misinterpret your cues whenever you'd withdraw or go silent. But he's a quick learner when he wants to. When it matters.
Now he gets it. Clocks your signs before you voice them.
Dean dips his head, lips grazing the shell of your ear.
"You okay?" he mutters gruffly.
You're too tired to lie. Not that he’d buy it anyway.
All you can do is breathe into him.
And hum a small "Mhm".
Then bury your face into his shoulder.
Dean's familiar smell of sweetish whiskey and cheap bath soap draws a heavy exhale from you. Makes your body sag when you finally allow the exhaustion into your muscles. Dean's other hand cups the back of your head. Keeps you tucked there safely, letting you rest your weight on him.
"Get some shuteye," he murmurs against your crown when he turns his head to press a soft kiss to your hair. "'m not goin' anywhere, sweetheart."
A moment passes. Snug, safe, still. Nothing but steady breaths and his caress.
Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, palm flat against his sternum.
Squeeze his chest in a silent question only he understands - just like you used to when you were kids on the road, checking in on the other without waking Sammy or John.
Dean huffs a soft chuckle into your hair. His arm around you tightens. His finger hovering over your hips.
Tap tap.
No - he's not fine.
You instinctively press closer - when he continues in a grumble.
"Shoulda bought those damn fart pads. One more night with Sam's nuclear ass and we're gonna walk outta here green."
You snort and smile into his shaking shoulders from his own laughter. Dean brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his smirk peppered with a firm tone.
"Now get some rest before our gassy borrito-bomb comes back."
You don't protest. Tap once against his ribs. He smiles to himself satisfied, shifts enough to tuck your forehead under his jaw.
Where you finally let your eyes fall shut.
⋆ ˚｡⋆ J / NOTES I've got a fluffier Dean-cuddling one in my wips, I promise. ... but I just can't help the sprinkle of angst - blame the gray weather, sorry 😂
i’ve been writing for flufftober but the ones coming up aren’t really my type of style so this is the end of flufftober for me and i will now on take requests for johnny !!
johnny’s eyes woken at the crack of dawn on a thursday morning, looking at the white ceiling fan that was the roof of the shared room he had. 
he looked over to his right, your back facing him as you curled up, shaking ever so slightly and fast asleep. johnny’s lips turned to a soft smile, scooting over to you and wrapping his body around yours.
he kissed the side of your forehead, his hand playing with your hair. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, even though you wouldn’t hear them.
that’s what he thinks anyways- as your eyes opened the second johnny touched you. you melted into his warm embrace, snuggling deep into his chest. “g’morning.” you spoke, voice raspy. “morning sleepy bug.” johnny responded, same tone as yours.
johnny wrapped his arm around you, bringing you closer to him as he placed his chin on top of your head, while your head in his neck. “sleep well?” he asked, his hand running shapes on your tummy underneath your shirt.
you shuddered at the touch, but nodded at his question. “good. how bout you?” you asked him. bringing his hand up to your face and kissing the back of his hand.
“well, now that galactus is being taken care of.” he murmured, closing his eyes again. “and that surfer girl gone too- what she did to your mind for over a month- phew. thought i would have to tell her off,” you huffed playfully, a smile on your face. “were you jealous, my shining star?” he teased, and you shook your head no.
but be damned- that space surfer girl was taking up your husband’s time all to herself. “i was just trying to save the world. save you. get in her head. you know how easy it is for girls to just-“ you turn facing forwards him, a death look on your face.
“you finish that sentence mr.storm, you might sleep on the couch tonight.” you say in your manliest voice. he paused- looking you dead in the eye, and bursted out laughing. “is that how deep you can go?” he asked, his eyes forming lines on the end with his smile growing wide.
“yes.” you’re still in your deep voice, your face as serious as you can be. seeing this- johnny smirked, his head tilted a little bit and- “well i can go just as high as you.” he squeaked, making you choke.
“johnny!” you laugh, your head tilting back as you slap his chest playfully. the two of you were giggling madnesses. the door suddenly opened, revealing a pissed off looking ben. “why the hell are you two up at 5:30 in the morning?” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
you shared a side eye with johnny, and you shrugged. “he was the one who woke me up first.” you tattle tell. johnny gasped, “how dare you. and here i thought you were my partner and crime.”
you giggle, “if ben is mad, i’d rather take his side then yours. sorry babe.” you snort, ben who was standing at the door way huffed. “just stay quiet.” and closed the door.
the two of you tried staying quiet- but then again laughter filled the air of your shared bedroom.
your eyes fluttered open as you stared at the t.v screen that was in front of you, off. you had fallen asleep in the baxter tower’s living room waiting for johnny to come back home. two blankets were on-top of you to make you comfortable, but it just wasn’t the same without johnny by your side.
so you got up, checked the time to see it was only 7:15 pm, and went to check up on franklin. he had not woken you up at all without hearing the baby monitor turn on since 6:30, so you open his door and see he’s fast asleep. you coo, closing the door so you wouldn’t wake him up.
you covered your mouth as you yawned, walking your way to your shared room with johnny. opening the door, you walk to the bathroom and turned on the light and got ready for a shower and your nightly routine. of course, you had the baby monitor on the counter so if for any reason franklin woke up, you’d be there.
you’re done with your shower ten minutes later, wrapping up a white towel and then went on to do your face routine and brush your teeth. you placed your pajamas on- and as soon as you do that, crying could be heard from the speaker. you walk your way to the baby’s room, and start talking to franklin in a baby voice. “well good evening to you, little one.” you speak, placing him in your arms gently. you bounce the baby slightly, patting his back as you shush him.
“it’s alright. it’s all good. don’t worry, i’m here, i’m here.” you rock him back and fourth, pacing around the dimly lit room. “shh, shh.” you whisper into his ear. he stopped crying, and just cooed at you, grabbing at your face and pulling your hair slightly. you giggled, bumping his nose to yours gently. “you have such pretty eyes,” you praise, your hand going up to the back of his head and gently soothing him.
“dude- that was like, one tough battle.” you heard johnny’s voice come inside the tower, and your eyes start to sparkle at hearing your boyfriend’s voice. “you were getting thrown around 24/7.” you heard ben snicker, and you can imagine him shoving his friend. “oh you were getting your shit rocked too,” you could also imagine johnny rolling his eyes. “would’ve been nice if sue also were there,” he added. “but she had an important meeting,” he groaned. “at least you had me?” you heard reed question with his sentence, and the other two had simply said nothing.
you walked out of franklin’s room with him in your arms, seeing the three guys standing around the kitchen looking exhausted and disgusting. “wooh, you guys look like you had it bad.” you made yourself known, and the three men turned your way. “oh my lovely, dove, girlfriend- i’ve missed—” as johnny was about to hug you, you stepped back. “nuh uh. i just took a shower and you stink. go wash up.” you giggled, sending him a flying kiss instead. he caught it, and placed it on his chest where his heart is. “yes ma’am.” he saluted you, walking his way to your shared room.
“was franklin any problem?” reed asked, as ben walked off to clean up. “no. he actually slept the whole hour i slept as well. he was the best baby tonight.” you cooed, rocking franklin back and fourth. “do you mind taking care of him just for another 30 minutes as soon as i get cleaned up? i’ll take him afterwords.” reed asked for you. “are you sure? you must be tired from fighting for three hours.” you posed. he nodded, “i’m sure. i can take care of him till sue gets back which should be soon anyways.” he shrugged, and you nodded.
he left to his side of the tower, and you sat in the living room again while playing with franklin. johnny snuck up behind the two of you, watching with a soft smile as you baby franklin. “and this piece goes into here,” you say, pointing the square going into the spot. franklin followed your finger, placing it in. “good job franklin!” you praise, “you are so smart,” in betwen words, you booped his nose. “and i say his teacher is very smart,” johnny spoke. you jump in your spot, turning to see your boyfriend smiling at you taking care of franklin.
he came around from behind the couch, sitting behind you and pulling you into his chest. you sighed, relaxing into his body. “oh you feel so nice.” you murmur, closing your eyes. “you’re so much better then the blankets i was cuddling with earlier.” you whisper, your breathing softened, matching the almost silent living room. with franklin up, he was playing with his toys constantly. johnny was watching him now, as he realized if the two of you were like this, you were soon going to fall asleep.
you can feel his chuckle vibrate onto your body, your lips turning into a smile as you kiss his chest lovingly. “go to bed baby,” he whispered. “no.. we need to watch franklin.” you argue, yawning. your eyes open back up, looking at the blue eyed baby as he looked at his uncle and aunt. “i’ll look after him,” he spoke. “you’re tired, the least i can do for the next 10 minutes is to look after him.” you point to franklin, who was crawling your way and sat himself in front of him.
franklin gurgled, his hands placing onto your tummy. you giggle, touching his sides as he giggled with you. the elevator dinged, and in come sue, the mother of franklin. “oh hey guys.” she greeted, picking her son up as soon as she got in reach of him.
“thanks for taking care of him,” she thanked you. “oh and how was the fight?” she asked her brother. “it would’ve been only an hour if you were there.” he groaned. “it lasted three hours.” he finished, with his head rolling back onto the couch. “well the good thing is you got him. anyways, really thanks for taking care of franklin. i’m so glad you’re here.” she thanked you once more, before turning to her side of the tower and walking off.
you yawned, and johnny turned to face you. “let’s go to bed.” johnny whispered, picking you up bridal style and walking to your shared room. he opened the door, and placed you onto the bed and getting in afterwords. he wrapped his arms and legs around you, as you snuggled deeper (if you even could) into him.
“blankets are not the same without you. i could cuddle you all day if we could.” you muttered, closing your eyes. “love you too,” johnny replied, kissing the back of your head.
you were on-top of johnny, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs on either side of his waist clenched around him. you were humming a song into his neck, johnny feeling your voice vibrating on him. his hand was on your lower back, rubbing it up and down.
“i wish we could stay like this forever.” you hummed, kissing his neck. “me too, princess.” he responded, kissing you back on your head.
the two of you had gotten into this position five minutes ago, both coming out of the shower. the two of you today were so inseparable- so clingy just because johnny was away for two whole days without your touch.
johnny wrapped both of his arms around you, tightening you slightly, too scared to let go of you. “never again am i going away for more than two days.” he groaned, his forehead pressing onto yours.
“you’re so clingy,” you giggled, your lips close to his. “for you? always.” he murmured, closing the gap between the two of you. his lips pressed to yours, stealing your breath- and the last bit of dryness with it.
you kissed back with the same energy, your eyes fluttering closed. his tongue licked the bottom of your lips slowly, making you shudder slightly. you opened your mouth, his tongue slid into your mouth, his lips around yours as he sucked slightly.
you moaned just a little, his arms that were around you tightening slightly. “fuck,” johnny moaned. “you have no idea what you do to me, sweet girl.” his hand went up to your cheek-caressing it slowly.
“you make me go wild.” he said. “i do?” you whispered, your head touching his. “you do.” you giggled, kissing his cheek. “we are.. 4 lifers,” you snicker, kissing his cheek again.
“4 lifers?” johnny cackled, you nodded with a bright smile that was hurting your cheeks so much. “4 lifers.”
johnny and you had decided to go pumpkin shopping one week before halloween- the two of you walking side by side slowly in the field trying to find the perfect pumpkin to carve together. johnny storm was never really a pumpkin patch kind of guy, but when you asked him with a begging voice and those pretty eyes, he gave in.
your eyes wander over every pumpkin, eying every perfect one to chose. “it’s really not that hard to pick. look,” johnny spoke, picking up the TINIEST pumpkin he could find and throwing it up like a softball. you dead pan, looking at him with a ‘wtf’ look. “really.” you spoke.
he laughed, carrying it around with him as he followed you through the patch. after a good walk, you finally found the perfect one you thought. you picked it up, bright orange and it looked healthy.
“uh babe-“ johnny started, “i think you holding pumpkins are melting them. you’re too hot.” he giggled, pointing to the back of the said pumpkin you’re holding. you rolled your eyes playfully, giggling at johnny’s stupid flirty line.
“really? isn’t that a you thing.” you respond back. he shrugged, “i might be actually hot, but you ma’am are the hottest.” he flirted, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you in.
“oh yeah?” you laughed, as his lips kissed everywhere around your face. “johnny, there are kids here.” you push him away slightly, a soft smile on your face.
johnny shrugged, “let em see.” he retorted back. “keep pda at a minimal, mr storm.” you lectured him. “yes ma’am,” he saluted you. his hands stayed on your lower back, silently guiding you. “they’re all ugly..!” you whine, throwing your head back.
johnny laughed behind you, “no they’re not. you’re just picky,” he stuck his tongue at you, and you glared at him. “i like the vibes.” you mumbled. he tickled your stomach, smiling brightly. “you like the vibes?” he repeated, you nodded.
“okay okay. mmmm… what about this one?” johnny asked, picking up the perfect pumpkin. your jaw dropped, eyes glistening as a smile perked up your face.
“perfect.” you murmur. “like you.” johnny smiled, kissing your cheeks. “now c’mon princess, let’s go make this the best pumpkin new york has ever seen.”
