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What would it be like to build a house with Dean? Cuz come on, Dean with a tool belt and hammer? I'd let him nail me into the wall too. BUT ALSO DEAN WITH PAINT ON HIS FACE. CUUUTTTEE

I mean really, you said it all!

Dean is overly enthusiastic about building the house. He’s excited to be building roots along side you, his favorite person, and making memories along the way. He’s always up bright and early, tool belt on, doing what he can, and bossing people around as they show up. He keeps the designs for the outside and each inside room pinned up everywhere he can (he printed A LOT of copies). HE doesn’t want anyone to lose sight of the vision you two have for your forever home.

When the structure of the house is built, you can bet there’s a panic room in the basement similar to (but better than) Bobby’s, and a big-ass library that Sam helped stock full of lore books and other books you both enjoy (along with some Busty Asian Beauties but you haven’t told anyone you hid them there for Dean).

Dean painting is the cutest thing. He plays some ACDC or Zepplin and dances around a bit as he paints. Really, he just shakes his ass and sometimes does air guitar. It’s hard for you to continue working when you catch him doing that, because it’s so friggin adorable and you just want to keep watching. Sometimes he catches you watching and pulls you in, dancing around with you. Other times, he’ll chase you playfully with a paintbrush or roller. He has flecks of paint mixed in with his freckles now, and you’ve smeared some across his forehead a few times, just to play around. 

Sure, the painting takes a little longer because of your breaks for fun, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, and all those memories make the house a home before anyone has even moved in.

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For the drabbles, just you go out for Mexican with Isaac and he’s really really freaking excited.

“Hey babe, what do you want for dinner?” Your boyfriend, Isaac Lahey, asks, peeking his head out from the kitchen. 

You pause a moment then grin at him, knowing your next words will make him extremely happy. “Mexican? I’m feeling a burrito.” You suggest, and he lets out an excited “whoop!,” throwing his fist up in the air and giving a small happy dance in the doorway as you laugh along with him, his joy infectious. 

Isaac rushes over to you and grabs your hands, pulling you from the couch impatiently. “C’mon, get up, get ready! I wanna go!” He whines, pouting and tugging you toward the bedroom.

“You mean I can’t go in my pajamas?” You fake confusion, gesturing to your clothes, and Isaac shakes his head vehemently. 

“Nope. You’re mine and I don’t want other guys staring at your fine ass in those cute short shorts.” He pouts, and you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll put on some jeans, mister possessive.” You tease, grabbing a pair from your drawer and changing quickly, chuckling internally at Isaac, who’s tapping his foot impatiently. “Alright, let’s go, you’re obviously in a hurry.” You exaggerate, smirking when he grabs your hand and pulls you through the house, handing you your bag and sliding your flip flops over to you, giving  you puppy eyes. 

“I am! I really like Mexican!” He exclaims, wiggling in anticipation, and you have to bite your lip to hold back your laughter as you two walk outside and he practically runs to the car. 

Mexican is never the wrong choice with Isaac Lahey.

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😘💋💋💋

LOVE U BB

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“Are you pretending we’re spies?” Scot Lang

Living outside of the Avengers compoud, even though Scott was technically an Avenger now, was one of the best decisions ever.

Mostly because when you do get to go to the compound, you get to have all sorts of fun, because you usually get to bring Scott’s daughter, Cassie along. And keeping her entertained within the compound is one of the easiest and most fun things possible.

Today, you and Cassie pretend to be spies, though you make sure to keep her in the safer areas where she’s unlikely to see or hear anything she isn’t supposed to. You’d also alerted the team, so that they knew to watch their language (or else you’d murder them, and you’d given them explicit details).

You also get to borrow some of the equipment, so you hand Cassie a high-tech walkie-talkie and show her how to use it, then drag her to the starting point, the rooms you three share when you stay for extended periods of time.

You two move around the place sneakily, and make it down to the kitchen, where Scott is.

“Target acquired in the kitchen, how do we proceed? Over.” You speak into the microphone, giving Scott a grin and waiting to hear from Cassie, who is lurking in the communal living space nearby.

“Are you pretending we’re spies?” Scott asks with a chuckle and you nod, holding up a finger when the walkie talkie makes noise. 

“Hold ‘im! I’m coming! We’re gonna take Dad down!” She squeals, and you can hear her running to you. Scott’s eyes go wide and he starts to run, but you lunge and grab his waist, pulling him down and sitting on top of him, grinning as Cassie arrives and drops next to you.

“Tickle him?” She suggests with wide, excited eyes, and you laugh, giving a nod of approval.

“Tickle him.” You agree, and you both attack Scott with your fingers, giggles and laughter pouring from the kitchen and through the compound, mingling with Scott’s playful cries for mercy,  reminding the team of home and love and happiness.

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16 with Stiles Stilinski!

STILES MY DORKY LOVE, MY AWKWARD HEART. YES.

16.“Oh stop trying to pretend you’re not in love with him. It was kind of entertaining at first, but now it’s just sad.”

Sitting with Lydia Martin and Allison Argent at Beacon Hills High lacrosse practice wasn’t something you’d ever expected to do. Ever. But when Allison had befriended you in one of her classes, you quickly became a triad with her and Lydia, and it was nice to actually have friends, especially ones that hung out with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. Jackson was alright too, but he and Lydia had a weird vibe that you weren’t interested in figuring out. 

Besides, you only had eyes for Stiles, have since the first grade when he’d knocked some kid on his butt for calling you weak because you couldn’t throw a baseball very far in gym.

You thought the crush you had would go away in high school, but if anything it had gotten stronger, and being around him often has only helped to push you further into your feelings.

Apparently you’ve been sitting and thinking too long, unconsciously staring at Stiles as he practiced, because Lydia clears her throat, gaining your attention, and gives you a knowingly haughty look. “Oh stop trying to pretend you’re not in love with him. It was kind of entertaining at first, but now it’s just sad. Really, you should say something to him.”

You gape at her, then shake your head quickly, a blush burning across your cheeks. “No, I couldn’t. He barely knows I exist, and that’s only because his best friend is dating miss Allison here.” You shrug, running a hand through your hair and tugging at the ends. 

Lydia smirks and points towards the field. “Well, now’s your chance to make him notice you. Practice is over and he’s headed our way.” She gives you a pointed look then climbs off the bleachers, headed towards Jackson. 

Looking over, you see that Stiles is indeed heading your way, and before you can do more than give her an alarmed look, Allison is off the bench with an apologetic smile and going over to Scott.

You try to ignore the light-headed feeling his smile gives you and you smile back at him. “Hey Stiles, good practice. You, uh, you did good.” You compliment, and he blushes a bit but grins.

“Yeah, you think so? Coach didn’t let me do much, but I really feel like he’ll let me soon. I might even get first line next year!” Excitement lights up his eyes and your heart aches. You want to hug him, tell him how great that is and how much faith you have in him, but instead you settle for a grin and small clap.

“That’s so great, I’m sure you can do it! Keep practicing hard and eventually your coach will have to notice, right?” You let out a nervous giggle and Stiles cocks his head, confusion rippling across his face as he scrunches his nose. 

“Yeah, definitely. But uh, okay so that’s not actually what I came over here for. Uh so Lydia, Allison, and Scott have all been pushing me to ask you on a date and saying you like me and well I kinda like you so I’m hoping you like me and there’s just this chemistry between us I feel like, and I dunno if you feel it too but-” You cut off his rambling by putting a hand up and it takes him a few minutes to shut up, but he quiets abruptly, eyes wide as he stares at you expectantly, fidgeting nervously.

“Yes Stiles, I like you, and I’d love to go on a date with you. After I murder those three for spilling my secret.” You smile shyly at him and he grins back, grabbing your hands and pulling you up into a standing position. 

Because of the bleachers, you’re a little taller than him, but that doesn’t deter him as he stands on his tip-toes and puckers his lips a little, asking for a kiss. You giggle and lean down, giving him a small peck, and then jerking your head up and glaring when hoots and cheers are heard from across the field, where Lydia, Jackson, Allison, and Scott are all standing. 

Stiles grins up at you then turns around and punches the air in victory. “SHE LIKES ME TOO!” He yells, and everyone dissolves into laughter, even yourself.

Dating Stiles Stilinski will be quite the adventure.

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But if you arrange candy corn in a circle and stack it, it looks like corn.

Bucky: Is... Is that a problem? Or...?

Tony: Get creative kid. Lots of things look like lots of things if you try hard enough.

Bruce: That’s.... probably true.

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How are y'all liking this fall weather? I'm loving it. Also, candy corn good or gross?

Bruce: It’s nice. I enjoy seeing all the colors that aren’t, y’know, green, when I walk outside. Plus the cooler weather is nice *glances down to Brittany cuddling against him* for reasons. Brittany says candy corn is “fan-fucking-tastic,” and I think it’s alright. I’ll eat a few pieces if it’s around I guess?

Tony: Fall? Is that what this is? Of course it’s great. It’s nice flying the suit around and not feeling like I’m Icarus being roasted from the sun inside a sauna. Candy corn is awful, do you realize how much sugar is in it? Far too much.

Bucky: The fall is nice. It’s calmer and cooler and it reminds me of the easier times and Thanksgivings with Steve and our families. Candy corn is gross, but Steve likes it so I buy it for him. 

Brittany: Don’t lie Buck, you know you like it too. You’ve eaten half the bowl I have on the table! I vote hell yeah for fall and a double hells yeah for candy corn. But only in small spouts ‘cause it’s really sweet.

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So what are the rules on dragons in the bunker, Sam? Cuz maybe I found a baby one or maybe this is hypothetical.

Well, none of us in the bunker are virgins, so we’d be safe in the first place. And then if it were a baby, we could train it to be a good guy instead of going out stealing and killing people. So I’m okay with having a dragon. Though Dean might not be- he won’t even let me get a dog!