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But Why Fruit Cake?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,122

Square Filled: Fruit Cake

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo ​

Summary: Dean hates fruit cake but you make him taste yours. Can a fruit cake change your relationship?

Warnings: Cursing but that’s it

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"All right. Everyone out of my kitchen!"

Sam already walking out the door as Dean playfully mocks you, "your kitchen?"

You stubbornly hold your ground. "You want dessert later or not?" You sit there awaiting his next move. You can see the wheels turning in his head. Argue about who the bunker's kitchen belongs to? Or get the hell out so that you don't deprive him of whatever you've got planned? He snatches his water on the way out the door. You chuckle to yourself as you retrieve all your ingredients.

You're folding in the last of your ingredients into the mixing bowl when Dean returns. He raises his hands in your direction, "I just need more water. To the sink and right back out," he promises. You roll your eyes and return to your work.

Walking past you, you feel Dean graze a hand across your back as he looks over your shoulder. "What's that?" he asks with some concern in his voice.

Cocking your hip to one side and rolling your eyes, you sigh. "I'm making a fruit cake - if you must know."

His face contorts into a grimace. "A fruit cake?"

You turn your head to face him, not realizing he's only a couple of inches from your face. God, that mouth... You quickly recover yourself. Deadpanning, "Yes, Dean. A fruit cake."

"You actually like those 2-pound bricks that stores pretend should be in the bakery section?" His look of disgust makes you laugh.

Shaking your head, "No, absolutely not! Those are the worst!" You can't help but giggle a little more. "This is Icebox Fruit Cake. So much tastier. Just pop it in the fridge for a while and then take it out and slice. Easy peasy." He looks into the bowl as you make a few more swipes with your silicone spatula. "Trust me, it's actually good."

Instead of running him out of the kitchen once more, you let him stay. He keeps out of the way, now on the other side of the prep table. He watches you grease a Bundt cake pan that he didn't even know was in the bunker. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he takes you in. "It's funny. You are not a domestic person. Like, at all. But it's nice to watch you get into the holidays like this. Even if you did make the worst holiday dessert known to man."

You scrunch up your face at the backhanded compliment. "You know how you say 'don't knock it until you try it?' That mantra can work outside of the bedroom, too, Dean," you tease.

Feigning distress, "you made fruit cake! Who does such a horrible thing?"

"Oh my god, man! Come here!" you demand. He stays put for a moment before finally coming over. You pinch a small piece of the mixture. "Try it." He gives you a tight shake of his head accompanied by pulling his classic sturgeon face in protest. "Don't be a baby! It's safe to eat now. It's just better chilled. Come on, you can do it," those last words sound as if you're talking to an infant.

Resigned, he wraps his lips around your fingers before you have a chance to pull them back. You can feel Dean's tongue push between your two fingers before it pulls the mixture away from them. You let out the smallest of squeaks involuntarily. And there he goes, cocky as ever. He lets out an exaggerated, sinful moan. "Damn, girl. You were right. That is good!" he exclaims before trying to steal another pinch. "I need another taste."

"Uh! No!" you playfully shout as you swat his hand away. "It has to go into the refrigerator. Now... Back. Up,"  you order, placing plastic wrap over the Bundt pan before storing it in the fridge.

He backs up a little bit, making sure you see him blatantly looking you over, pulling his plump bottom lip between his teeth. "What do I win for being a good boy?"

"What?" you blurt out through an unbelieving expression. 

He gets closer to you again. "What?" he asks, leaning against the prep table, spreading his legs. His arm slides across the edge of the table toward you. His fingers grab the edge of your shirt, pulling back toward him. You don't immediately give in, though, so he moves closer to you before speaking again. 

"Friends don't look at friends the way you look at me, and they sure as shit don't look at friends the way I do when you walk into the room." His fingers drop to the closest belt loop on your jeans and tugs at you once more. "Come here," the cockiness replaced with softness.

This unexpected moment makes you thankful your skin doesn't flush red across your skin when being put on the spot. This is especially true since he clearly knew you've been looking at him all this time. You take one small step forward before stepping back again. "Dean, I live here. Things could end badly. I'd lose my friend. And my home," your eyebrows pinch together as you yammer out with concern. 

Dean considers what you say briefly. "No matter what happens, this will always be your home. I guarantee that. I love you too much to do that to you." Your eyes shoot up to him. He's never said he loved you before. 

He continues as if he didn't just shock you. "Yes, we are absolutely fantastic friends, no doubt. But we already know each other's quirks of living together. A transition into dating would be a smooth process. I think so, anyway. Without any hesitation, I'm willing to take the chance." His finger is still hooked into your belt loop as he lightly grips your hip. "But... if you really aren't sure about us... I'll accept that. I'm not going to push. I just know you feel it too, and... I needed to put it out there. I don't want any 'what ifs,' you know?"

Dean begins dragging his hand away from you, but your body follows it. He's grinning now, seeing you lean into him, planting yourself between his legs. Before he latches himself to your lips, you warn him, "Don't think you're going to get into my pants so easily, Dean Winchester. I deserve a first date at the very least" you laugh.

His mouth drops, pretending to be hurt by your words, "What're you insinuating? That I don't know how to date? I'll have you know that I'm gonna date the crap out of you!" He pulls your arms behind his neck as his lips brush yours. "But I'm not opposed to getting some sexy time with you, for the record," he jokes before kissing you deeply this time.

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Disney World Witnessed Its Share Of Weird Incidents In 2019

People who flocked to Disney World are promised everything mystical about the site's Magic Kingdom.

First off: don’t bother reading the article. There are better ones out there about strange situations. And neither image in the thumbnail has their story included.

The tl;dr: woman drops bits of turnkey leg and is accosted for it, man in wheelchair attacks other people and gets banned from the park, man pees on woman in the queue for Flight of Passage (a story that is oddly illustrated with a photo of It’s a Small World), and people air-dropped odd images with their iphones to strangers.

Nowhere in the article is the botched proposal picture or the film “The Further Adventures of Walt’s Frozen Head” (no longer for sale but available in full at that link for free) mentioned, even though those were the images used to head the article.

[ahnsael]

Disney Imagineering: “You know what we should do? Spend a billion dollars revamping California Adventure’s image.”

Me: *Revamp works and is a really nice change for Disneyland’s up-until-then loser brother-in-law that sleeps on your couch*

Disney Imagineering: “You know what else we should do? Put a Marvel steampunk-looking attraction in the background of 1920s-1930s Hollywood. A 21st-century steampunk-looking building will look GREAT behind our replica of the 1920s Carthay Circle Theatre instead of the 1930s-themed attraction that was there before!”

Me: *Umm...what?*

[ahnsael]

I’m not gonna lie...sometimes people make videos at Disneyland (or other Disney parks) that make me groan, and I was half-expecting it with this one.

But this...this is golden. It put a smile on my face and a tear in my eye (the tear came with Donald Duck, just because of the reaction).