hi friend💗 as you may know it’s my birthday today! and since i have to spend all day at work, i thought i’d ask for some sweet/romantic/intimate samdean headcanons to get me through. anything goes and talk as much as you want!
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Happy birthday!!! I'm so sorry you have to work. I just got home myself. 😭 The weekend is around the corner!
Here's some soft ones:
Sam and Dean each have their own room in the bunker, true, but they rotate on who hosts the other. Dean's room is good for movie nights and snuggling. His mattress is soft (memory foam; it remembers them obviously 😉), and they spend approximately 75% of their nights together in it. Sam's room is good for long talks when Dean comes in to pester him, eventually forgetting why he ever showed up in the first place. Sometimes Sam reads in his room, and Dean comes in and silently curls up next to him, Sam automatically starting to read out loud until Dean falls asleep. Sam's room is perfect for naps, according to Dean. The library is where they study when they need to consult the lore (read: Sam studies while Dean watches him study and looks cute, chewing on the end of a pen), and they do occasionally use Dean's man cave, too, once they can get a replacement TV (put on the never-max-out credit card from Charlie). When they use it, they usually drink and order pizza and have movie marathons.
Sometimes they smoke pot when Dean can score some from town. Once they move into the bunker, he has a guy at the old bookstore/music shop where he buys cassette tapes (and sometimes CDs) that occasionally offers, knowing Dean will buy. Sam says they can only smoke in the garage, but sometimes they smoke in the man cave. They can never keep their hands off each other when they do and usually end up sprinkling kisses on each other between hits, desperate for closeness in a tangle of limbs, Dean nearly in Sam's lap, begging for another kiss.
When they were kids, Dean used to give Sam loving smacks to the shoulder when they departed, particularly when dropping him off at school. It's a small gesture made with the back of his hand, and it's really more of a tap than anything. Sam would always punch him in the shoulder back, Dean smiling at him, telling him to have a good day. When they get older and get together, they still do this for the sake of routine, and sometimes they do it just to let the other know they're there. It's an unspoken love tap, and it operates virtually the same as "bitch" and "jerk."
Hopefully these hit the spot! Enjoy your day, friend!! 🩷
okay as someone who has never actually been on an irl date before could we please get ''i've never really… been on a date before.'' with marcus pike!!!!! <3 i feel like he'd be really really sweet and kind about it
Hi bby! Here is some sweetness for us all. Marcus is the PERFECT choice for this. Thank you for this lovely prompt!
The Not-First Date
Marcus Pike x f!reader ; ~1k words ; SO fluffy. A little bit of language and doubt.
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Office parties are the worst.
Especially when you’re the new girl.
You clutch your drink to your chest and try not to look awkward as you lean against the back wall in your cute yellow dress. You picked it for the little embroidered daisies along the bottom of the skirt and the fact that it has pockets. You had only worked at the FBI for about three weeks, happily settling in to your new desk job. You were friendly and talkative with people that you got to know, but for the most part you kept to yourself in new social situations.
Like this one. You knew you needed to make an appearance but you kept checking your phone to see if a socially-acceptable amount of time had passed so that you could leave. It hadn’t.
You sigh and look down at your feet.
“These things are so boring, aren’t they?” A voice startles you, and you turn to see the handsome Agent Pike lean against the wall next beside you, crossing his arms and looking out at the room.
“Um, it’s not bad,” you offer half-heartedly. He chuckles, seeing right through your lie. You think his smile might make you melt into a puddle where you stand.
“I’m Marcus Pike, Art Crimes division.” The introduction is unnecessary, you know exactly who he is. You’ve seen him around the building and heard people talk about the whip-smart agent. How is he so devastatingly charming, and so quickly? You wish you had even half of the confidence and ease he demonstrates daily.
You give him your name and the department where you’re working. He makes a funny joke about your boss’ excessive plant collection, and you find yourself immediately more at ease than you’ve been all night. The conversation progresses easily and you both slowly turn your bodies towards each other as you talk over the next hour, until you’re both facing each other with your shoulders leaned against the wall.
“Need a refill?” he asks, pointing to your lemonade that you’ve been nursing all night.
“What I really need is some food. What kind of party is this without food?” you wonder out loud.
“Mostly people just drink at these things. But hey, I know a good spot around the corner that’s open late. Do you want to get out of here and grab a bite?” he asks hopefully.
Your mind goes into full panic mode, and it must read all over your face.
Marcus’ face falls. “Oh, it’s ok. It’s fine. We can stay. Or- or I can just leave you alone. I’ve taken up way too much of your time. I’m so sorr-”
You interrupt his rambling. “No, it’s totally fine. I-I would like that. I need to see where the locals eat, I’m new in town and haven’t eaten out anywhere yet.”
He grins and grabs your empty glass, setting it down with his lukewarm beer. A quick three-block walk lands you at a diner where time has seemingly stood still, black and white tiled floor and all. Marcus beelines for a booth in the back, and you just know that this is his regular spot.
Marcus orders a Rueben sandwich, and you miss the way his lips quirk into a smile when you order pancakes. The conversation is so easy, both of you feeling like you can really open up with each other. Marcus alludes to past relationships, you change the topic so that you don’t have to talk about that. An hour and a half later, your plates long cleared and stale coffees refilled twice, you both know that it’s time to say goodbye. But neither of you want to leave, afraid to burst the bubble of these last few perfect hours.
You speak up first. “I hate to say it, but I should probably catch a Lyft home. I don’t usually do the Metro this late at night, I don’t know the stops that well.” You fiddle with the daisies on your dress under the table, feeling your heart sink that the evening has to come to a close.
Marcus shakes his head. “No way, they’ll charge you an arm and a leg. I can drive you home,” he says, motioning for the check.
Your brain goes into panic mode. Does he think something is going to happen now? Shit, you shoudn’t have flirted with him like that. He probably thinks you owe him something now. Oh god, he’s paying the check. Maybe you can slip him a twenty dollar bill and call it even.
Marcus is keenly observent, the job demands it, but you have no poker face whatsoever. He can tell you’re freaking out.
He hands over his credit card to the waitress and considers you. “Listen, I’m sorry. I’m not suggesting anything at all, I just want to make sure you get home safe. I have a…history of moving a little too quickly with women that I like and I’m trying to be better.”
Women that he likes…Oh my god.
The words you’ve been holding inside for the past hour just tumble out of your mouth, much to your complete horror. “Marcus, it’s okay. Really. I’m just a little awkward about this all. I’ve never really…been on a date before. Not that this is a date or anything. I’m sorry. Ignore me.” You feel your face heat up and wish that you could teleport out of this diner to literally any other spot in the universe.
He reaches across the table and rests his hand on yours. “You’re not awkward. You’ve been the best part of my evening. Hell, of my whole week. What if…this was a first date. Then it’s out of the way, nothing more to worry about. Then maybe next week we could go on a second date? If you want?”
summary: your hands are cold so you ask wanda to warm them up for you.
word count: 1,002
authors note: first little drabble i’ve written, i hope i do the tumblr post that i got the idea from justice. the post will be linked below! enjoy babies <3
cute little drabble idea from this post here
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It was cold for a late night in September but you weren’t complaining. The last minute idea for a bonfire was sprung on you by your friend Chase, she insisted that you tagged along, even though your midterms were approaching and you wanted to spend each waking minute studying, she said you needed the fresh air and who were you going to say no to some s’mores?
You got there and almost halted in your steps when you saw your crush, Wanda, sat by the fire with the light from the flames hitting her just right, accentuating her long dark hair and her eyes seemed to shine even brighter in the light.
“Maybe you can finally make your move,” Chase whispered in your ear as she passed you, heading to the rest of the group with blankets piled in her hands. The slight blush that crept up on your cheeks was luckily hidden by the dark night sky.
You slowly made your way to the group, waving hi and sending smiles to everyone who greeted you. Wanda didn’t notice you at first, she was deep in conversation about her upcoming art expo with another friend of yours, that was until said friend noticed you and almost yelled in her greeting.
“Y/N!” Maggie squealed as she rushed to her feet and wrapped you in a bone crushing hug. Wanda’s gaze fell to you, and her demeanor quickly changed, almost as if she hated that someone else was touching you. You laughed out at your friends antics before hugging her back, “It’s good to see you too, Mags.” She pulled away from the hug and took her seat back down in her chair, you awkwardly stood there, Chase didn’t tell you to bring a chair.
“You can have my seat Y/N..” Wanda spoke softly as she stood up, holding her blanket closer around her body, and you shook your head slightly. “Wanda, I can’t take-“
“I insist.” She said again and your eyes caught hers, an almost stern look present as she motioned for you to sit in the chair. Thank God it was dark outside because your face was almost as red as the damn fire. “Only if you sit in my lap to keep me warm.” You shot back and your eyes slightly widened at the realization of what you had said, her head tilted slightly as she looked at you, a slight hint of a smirk on her face, but she didn’t say anything.
You sheepishly smiled her way before taking a seat in the chair, laying your blanket over your lap. You definitely didn’t expect what happened next as Wanda seemed to take you up on your offer, and she sat herself down in your lap, her legs draped over yours as she leant back against you. Your body stiffened slightly, unsure of exactly what to do with yourself. But, she wrapped a lazy arm around the back of the chair, her hand finding solace at the back of your neck, her fingers threading through the small hairs back there and you relaxed into her touch, not even second guessing yourself as you wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady.
Your friend shared a knowing glance with you and you just waved her off, your nerves were already sky rocketing and the last thing you needed was to be teased by your friends, who undoubtedly knew about the raging crush you had for the brunette. So you sat there and listened as the two continued their conversation, and you pitched in here and there, Wanda sending smiles your way as you did, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.
The night was winding down and the group was huddled around the fire, sharing stories from your younger years before, and Wanda, was still perched in your lap, cuddled against you for warmth as the night grew colder. You visibly shuddered at one point, as you rubbed your hands together. Your blanket was definitely keeping your lower body warm, but with Wanda on top of you, it was hard to use it to warm the rest of your body.
“You okay, Y/N?” Wands asked, turning her head to look down at you, and you just nodded slightly before turning your gaze to her. The way the moonlight lit up her face, and with the concerned gaze she was sending your way, you knew it was now or never.
“Uh yeah, my hands are just a little cold is all.” You said softly and Wanda smiled, her hands coming up from under her blanket and taking your hands in her own, intertwining your fingers together. “There you go, nice and warm now.” You didn’t know how to respond as she gripped your hands tightly within your own and her hands were so fucking soft, probably some of the softest you’ve ever felt and you didn’t want to let go. You looked down at your entwined hands and your mind wondered off in the distance and you had another thought, before licking your lips and lifting your gaze back to Wanda.
“Huh, for some reason, my lips are getting cold too.” Wanda let out a giggle, her cheeks turning bright as she looked at you, slowly leaning closer as your lips barely brushed against one another. “Cheeky, Y/N.” She said softly before pressing her lips against yours in a soft kiss. The kiss was more than you had ever imagined in your wildest dreams and it felt like you were floating, and you didn’t ever want to come down.
She pulled away after a few seconds, and opened her eyes to look at you, “how do they feel now?” She asked and you smiled at her, “hmm, yeah, they’re definitely still cold.” This caused another laugh to erupt from Wanda as she leaned back in to press another kiss to your lips, you were definitely going to have to thank Chase later for dragging you to the bonfire.
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A/N: Send me request I’ll be happy to write something that you all want to read. Because you might just keep seeing Negan. Because I am a MESS. Also this has fluff because I wish they made him a dad tbh.
Warnings: just cursing from Negan and a few others....I’m sorry I had to give him a pottymouth. Also this is really long for no real reason.
A gun shot rings all throughout the front of the Sanctuary but that's pretty normal. In the new world that all of humanity is expecting. Many took a while to get adjusted to this way of living. Like fearing for your life, trust no one and keep a gun or knife on you at all times. But some people are well prepared like your husband.....
"That's it kiddo!" Negan says as he grins feeling his soul fill with excitement. Seeing his little boy shoot for the first time. It reminds him of when he was a kid, back when life was so easy.
You perk up from your book you were reading, feeling uneasy you immediately drop the book. Running towards the sound of the gun being shot. You never liked guns even before the end of the world. Those things always made you uneasy. It's a quick way to die but Negan always says, "Don't worry your pretty head about that. You are safe our son is safe. As long as I am here you never have to worry!" Which he always followed with a smile and a kiss to your head. If only it were just that easy no to worry!
"That's my boy! You did good did a damn good job!" Negan yelled smiling while clapping his large hands. Then ruffling the messy thick curls of the child. The boy returns a smile to Negan, "I really did it! Can we do it again!" The child ask his father as he bounces on his feet. Nodding down at his son, he takes the gun handing it off to a nearby savior. Who hands the ruthless leader back a already loaded pistol. As another savior runs to restack a few glass bottles.
Finally you make it outside the large building seeing what was going on until you get your answer. Letting a soft 'awe' leave your lips as you watch the bonding, between your husband and son. Not wanting to get in the way you keep your distance from them.
It's hard keeping up with a grown man, who wants to be a child and a hyper 5-year-old. Not the greatest mix but hey it's a very exiting life you have. Chuckling to yourself you take yourself back inside going to the cafeteria.
Tugging on the tall man's finger the small child says."Can we show mommy what I did daddy!" Negan's smile drops shaking his head looking around to make sure you're not near by. He gets down on one knee taking the gun from the boy's hand. "We can never tell mommy about this Alec." Negan says firmly knowing his wife she would lose her mind. Your son cocks his head to the side, looking very confused at his dad.
"Why not? Mommy likes when I show her stuff I can do. And she'll be sad if I don't tell her something new!" Alec frowns at his dad switching his gaze to his shoes covered in dirt.
Negan rest his hand on your son's head sighing. " I know but we can't tell mommy because...she's not a boy. And she won't let us have anymore man time." He says giving his son a fake frown.
Alec jaw hangs open showing his missing teeth, "you don't want us to stop having fun do ya?" Negan ask wiggling his eyebrows. Making Alec laugh , he shakes his head.
Soon Dwight and Simon come running towards Negan almost out of breath. "Where the hell was that gun shot coming from!" Dwight says looking around with his gun out. Simon nods with a stern look on his face. Negan shakes his head laughing at the two men before him. Before he could say anything Alec giggles. Hiding between his fathers legs from the tall men.
Simon smirks and elbows Dwight directing his attention to the little afro behind their leader's legs. Smiling Dwight starts his report,"Yeah so we got some whiskey we just found in a town not too far from here." He starts to ramble about the recent scouting. as he continues to talk. Simon walks on the other left side of Negan. As the small boy looks to the right, confused he comes all the way out.
Simon picks him up making him scream and giggle. Making the small boy kick and wave his arms trying to get away. "NO FARE UNCLE SIMON! YOU CHEATED!" Alec exclaimed in a fit of laughter as all three men laugh at the sight. Shaking his head Simon tickles the little boy," no Alec it is fare!" He flips Alec upside down and then right side up. Then proceeds to put his leader's son down.
Soon Alec calms down "Uncle Simon it was me! I shot the gun!" He says in a fit of giggles Simon laughs and holds the boy and raises his eyebrows. Poking your son in the chest, "so your daddy let you shoot a gun?" He raises his bushy eyebrows at his leader. Then whistles knowing once y/n finds out all fun is out the window. Like when he used have races with Alec inside the Sanctuary. And one little scratch on his arm and she shut all the fun down.
The small boy nods proudly as he does Simon looks at Negan fully who only smiles and shrugs. "How about you go show Dwight how you did it?" Alec nods happily running over to Dwight taking his hand pulling him over to where he shot the gun. Leaving the leader and his right hand man alone. Simon pulls his boss away out of earshot of his son."Are you shitting me Negan! You know how (y/n) feels about guns!"
Negan rolls his eyes and his neck sighing at the oncoming lecture Simon is about to give him. "Don't fucking lecture me I know but I want my boy to have a normal childhood. And do all the things that I did with my pop when I was his age!" The leader says with an annoyed sigh. " Listen she won't know alright! He won't tell and neither will I"
He wraps is arm around Simons shoulder saying dangerously low. " Now do you plan on fucking telling her? Because I think you're a very smart guy Simon." He says pulling him closer as they watch Alec shoot for Dwight. The balding man shakes his head, with a smile Negan says with a happier tone. " That's why you're my right hand man! Now let's go watch my son shoot some shit!" He says with a grin hitting Simon on his shoulder.
"I wasn't gonna tell her a damn thing but I can't lie to her. Y/n sees right through me I feel so naked! I've never met a woman who could figure out my lies. She makes me feel like every fucking thing I say is a goddamn lie!" Which makes the tall man stop in his tracks looking at his right hand. "Well Simon how about I take that fucking tongue of yours? Huh? Then you wouldn't have to says shit!" Simon shakes his head covering his mouth. With that Negan smiles satisfied with that answer. "Also that's why I fucking love that woman! She can read the shit out of people! it fucking turns me on when she does. But I know what you fucking mean. I think that's why I know I could trust her when (y/n) and I had met." Negan shakes his head remembering that day. He sighs after a small flash back, then snapping back to reality.
Pointing at Simon saying, "But I swear if you fucking slip up and tell her I'll shoot your dick off and fucking shoot you! Do you fucking hear me loud and fuckin clear!" He shouts as Simon nods sighing, then both men come walking to Alec and Dwight.
"Now hold your hands tight on the gun but not too tight. And don't close one eye keep'em both open so you can see." Dwight says as the little boy nods and shoots the tin can. Alec smiles happily and all the men clap as Negan pick him up." What do you think about getting some ice cream since you did such a fan- fucking- tastic job at shooting?" The little boy nods ready to go as Negan carries him back into the building with Simon and Dwight on either side of him.
Meanwhile you're finishing up your book upstairs in your room until. Your stomach starts to growl. Closing your book walking down to the cafeteria walking in to see. Alec with ice cream smeared on his face. Sitting between his dad and Simon you laugh, as you walk up to them.
"Well that shit needs to get done we'll head out tomorrow for more supplies! No one can fuck this shi.." Negan stops talking to Simon as he feels you glaring at him. He turns around grinning at you from his seat. The fearless leader grins sheepishly at his dear wife.
"Negan don't swear around Alec he already copies everything you do!" You sigh looking at your husband unamused. "Doll don't worry I he won't he's a good kid! Right Alec!" He turns to your son as he drops his spoon on the floor. "Damn it! My spoon fell goddamit!" The child ducks under the table getting the spoon. You slap Negan's arm "Alec!"
The child pops up from under the table smiling at you showing one dimples. Hurrying to get to you, he forgets about his ice cream. You pick him up looking disappointed, "Baby who did you learn those words from?" You say eyeing your husband as your son turns and points to Negan and Simon. You nod kissing your son on the head." Ok now Alec we don't use bad words ok. Mommy doesn't like it so be good and don't say what they say." You smile at him as he nods.
"C'mon darlin' I didn't mean it you know it slips sometimes!" I can't help it I sometimes forget, I can't say what I want!" he says standing up looking at you and you sigh. You take his arm and pull him away from his seat. Guiding your husband into a nearby hallway, " Seriously Negan you can't use bad words around him! He picks up on everything you say, we talked about toning it down before he was born!"
Negan nods holding his hands up in defense, "I know I know (y/n) I won't do it again ok don't rip my fucking head off!" He smiles at you showing you his signature smile, "wow you can't stop can you dear husband?" You ask as he shakes his head, making you chuckle at him. The tall man then wraps his arms around you. Looking down into your e/c taking in every inch of you. "Nope!" He leans down to your ear." You didn't say anything the other night dear wife." He smirks pulling back looking at your face as, your jaw drops shaking your head.
You just look at him as your cheeks get slightly tinted red. "I fucking hate you sometimes." He smiles even more, "well you married me what do you expect!" He walks you both back into the cafeteria, with his arm around you going back to the table. Your son giggles and snorts at Simon's jokes as you come back.
"Uncle Simon you should have seen me I shot the gun so good daddy said I might take your job!" Simon laughs and stops when he sees your face and looks to Negan who seems frozen. Alec notices and see getting mad he covers his mouth. "Sorry daddy!" He says already taking off running away from the yelling about to happen.
"Well shit look at that I think I gotta fucking go........ take inventory so I'll see you later (y/n) and you to boss if your still alive!" He runs off back outside not wanting to be picked apart by his lovely spouse.
You open your mouth and Negan smothers you with a deep kiss then pulls away. Seeing how you calmed down slightly, "Now doll I gotta go with Simon and make sure everything is ok. I will see your fine ass later!" He kisses your again, you pull him close kissing him back whispering against his lips.
"I'm not done with you Negan." He smirks at you licking his lips. "I love when yo fucking talk like that! You know what you do to me woman damn you and your fine ass!" You roll your eyes laughing pushing him away. "Get out and go tend to your fake shit." He nods running the way Simon went. "And to think I fell for that idiot." You says as you watch his retreating form, as you shake your head.
