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  1. Rec *

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    "Fine, whatever. Love you too, asshole. I hope you enjoy your walk home with your stupid, grainy bread. Taking Nature's Own a little too much to heart, but sure," Dean tells him, flashing him a sarcastic smile and swiveling around in the aisle to march away. He throws out something over his shoulder, careless and barbed. "I'm not paying for that shitty cardboard." 

    Dean's three aisles over when he realizes what, precisely, he said. Thankfully, when he comes to this conclusion, he's holding a box of poptarts, so when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, it's not a huge mess. He stares down at the slightly dented box of Brown Sugar Poptarts, and he has a very swift and very unshakeable crisis right there and then. 

    Love you too, asshole. 

    No, no, no. Why would he say that? Why would he do that? In the middle of the goddamn grocery store while arguing about bread? That's not—that can't be how it happens. That can't be. 

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    21 Oct 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Very cute story. This writer is astonishingly good at wringing every bit of longing out of a kiss. Seriously, speaking as a smut writer, the stuff sobsicles does with kisses and every thing leading up to them is masterful.

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    Castiel looks at the trees in wonder. They have all been burned with the same pattern, identical branching forks, lightning-like, from base to top.

    “Did we do this?”

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    19 Sep 2025

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    Cas dies and Dean starts referring to himself as a widower. This is somewhat confusing for everyone involved.

    (Inspired by *that* tumblr post; linked in notes)

    (Canon MCD not tagged because it's temporary)

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    23 Aug 2025

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    Potter’s breathing is uneven. “I was saying—I don’t think you heard me. Are you listening?”

    “I’m on a tight schedule, Potter. I don’t make exceptions for the Chosen One, no matter how fit he is.” Draco hums in satisfaction as he measures Potter’s other wrist. Potter’s skin is so warm and soft. Draco could dive into it and never come up for air. “I’m going to measure your legs now.”

    Potter makes a stricken sound and tries to grab Draco. “Wait—no—I—”

    Draco dodges him and kneels on the floor. Ludicrous man. “Oh, heavens.”

    Draco is face to face with Potter’s erection. His boxer briefs are obscenely tented, a small wet spot just below the waistband.

    “It’s not what you think.” Potter’s voice is so strained, and he moves one hand to cover his cock, but Draco bats it away.

    “What else would it be, then? Looks like a cock to me.”
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    Or: Draco is enthusiastic about Harry's hot dad bod. And he makes Harry call him Daddy. That's it. That's the fic.

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    08 Jun 2025

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    Harry Potter leads a perfectly satisfying life. He’s got friends, a successful career that allows him to travel anywhere, and no shortage of willing partners. Although, over the years, Malfoy has remained the most constant and recently, kind of the only one. But that’s not a bad thing, really, Harry’s learned. Nothing has to change between them…until it does.

    Cue an ancient curse, a rushed Handfasting ceremony, and discovering that maybe—just maybe—life begins when you’re forty.

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    06 Jun 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    I loved this fic so much. It understands the characters perfectly and just the way this person writes is so evocative. I'll definitely be coming back and rereading this one in the future.