#dean has such a huge crush it's ridiculous

[suckerfordeansfreckles]

A Match Made in Heaven 6

(You can start reading from the beginning here, find part 5 here or read this fic on AO3.)

It’s only two days after they first met, on the following Monday, that Dean decides to text the Novaks. Sammy had asked him right after coming home on Saturday if Claire could visit him and see their apartment soon. Dean had to check his schedule at the garage first, but once he was sure he could clear Wednesday and spend the afternoon at home with Sam and Claire, he starts composing a text.

 Dean is a little ashamed to admit this, but he ends up debating for about an hour which brother to text, in order to ask if he could pick Sam and Claire up from school on Wednesday. He decides to contact Gabe, because… it would be weird to text Cas, right? He might think that Dean is… clingy or annoying?

 The logical part of his brain knows that Cas would totally understand that the text is about the kids… but Dean’s anxiety flares up just thinking about texting him and tells him to be extra careful, as to not accidentally reveal how he feels about Castiel. Not that there are any serious feelings. But Cas knowing that Dean thinks he’s cute would… undoubtedly make things weird.

When he gets an answer from Gabe, his stomach clenches just from reading it. Instead of telling him whether or not he can pick Claire up, his text says: Hello, Dean-o. Cassie’s the one responsible for her after school. I don’t think either of them have plans for Wednesday, but you better check with him

 Well, shit. Seems like he can’t avoid texting Cas. He flops down on the couch next to Sammy, who’s absolutely mesmerized by an episode of some nature documentary about life under the sea and doesn’t even notice his brother’s predicament. When he starts typing the message and notices his stomach clenching again, it leaves him wondering why the hell he even is this nervous about texting a guy. Not like he’s a blushing virgin. What’s going on with him??

 Hi, Cas. It’s Dean Winchester 😊 Just wanted to ask if I could pick Claire and Sammy up from school on Wednesday and take them back to our place. I can drive her back whenever you want her to be home

 Sent. Done. Why would Cas even think it’s weird of him to text him? Dean’s just overthinking this whole thing.

Hello, Dean. That’s very nice of you to offer- I can pick Claire up, though. Just send me your address and a time!

 Once every is settled, Dean leans back and tries to focus on the documentary Sam is watching. Cas is a nice, normal guy. There honestly is no reason for Dean to be so nervous about interacting with him. He takes a deep breath and starts thinking about what to cook for the kids on Wednesday.

  Wednesday with Claire is really pleasant, and Dean, once again, has to admit to himself that the Novaks are probably his new favorite people. Sam was absolutely right about Claire, she is an amazing girl; nice, polite, adventurous, creative and very imaginative. Even though she’s already 12 years old, she builds imaginary worlds- yes, Dean may have eavesdropped a little to hear if the kids are getting along well- that amaze even him.

 When Cas comes to pick her up around seven, Dean opens the door and immediately knows that he’s going to need a few seconds to catch his breath. Cas, though completely soaked from the rain, looks amazing; dark hair a wet mess, damp jacket clinging to his broad shoulders, cheeks a little pink from the cold. God, there seems to be no possible situation in which Castiel would not look absolutely breath-taking.

 Cas steps inside and they chat a little about work and school in the hallway, waiting for the kids to finish up. He tries to learn as much as possible about Castiel’s upcoming week, soaks up every word he speaks, and manages to steal a few seconds in between to admire Cas’ gorgeousness. When the two Novak siblings actually do leave, he finds he might even be as sad about it as Sam is.

  It goes on that way for the next few weeks, Dean and Cas arrange meetings and the kids are over the moon whenever they get to spend a few hours with each other. Dean tries to get a little creative with how to spend all this time with them, takes them out to the park or the zoo whenever he has the time. Cas, apparently, starts taking them to museums and art galleries.

 Dean was a little perplexed when Castiel first told him about that, because… two pre-teens in a museum? There’s no way that’s not going to be horrible for Cas. Having to keep them from doing something dumb, having to keep them quiet and keep them interested?? But Sam came home gushing over whatever exhibit they’ve visited (something about ancient Egypt?) and, honestly, Dean should have predicted that. Both Sammy and Claire seem to absorb knowledge of any kind, no wonder they love trips like that. Cas definitely knows what he’s doing.

 Sammy’s weeks seem to start evolving around when he gets to see Claire. He’s absolutely in love with basketball and Bobby profusely assures Dean that he’s doing great whenever they get to talk after he drops Sam off from practice. The next game is a few days, so Dean is going to see his progress in person soon, anyways.

 Dean can’t deny that he looks forward to seeing Castiel, as well. He lives for the few minutes he gets to spend with Cas whenever it’s time for one of them to pick their respective kid up from the other’s place. They never have a lot of time to talk, but they somehow still manage to get to know each other even better over the next three weeks. It feels nice to be somewhat included in Castiel’s weekly schedules, to be a part of his life- albeit just a small one.

 And the more Dean learns about Cas and his life, the harder he falls for him. He can’t even contain how happy he is whenever he gets to see Cas anymore. He must be freaking obvious, staring and blushing and babbling away every time he so much as looks into bright blue eyes.  

 He thinks about that a lot, but since nobody ever addresses the topic, he just ends up thinking he and his feelings are safe and secret.

  It’s only when the picks the kids up from school to take them back home once again that he realizes that other people might have actually caught on to his crush.

 They have been driving for about ten minutes when they reach a red light and Sam and Claire stop talking for the first time since entering the car. So, obviously, Dean leaps at the chance to ask about Castiel.

 “Hey, um, Claire. How’s Cas doing? I know he’s been pretty stressed lately, what with all the exams and stuff, has it gotten any better?” Dean asks as nonchalantly as possible, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

 She snorts a little and Dean’s head shoots up immediately, watching her through the rear-view mirror for a few seconds. When she answers, she’s grinning at Sam and her eyes twinkle mischievously. “Oh, he’s fine. He’s done with most of his exams by now and has a lot more free time. Why are you asking?”

 “I was just wondering,” he mumbles, fixing his gaze on the road again.

 “You ask a lot about Cas. A lot more than about Gabriel… Do you not like Gabe?” It’s Sam, this time, and Dean can actually hear how hard he’s smirking just from the tone of his voice.

 “No! No, I like both of Claire’s brothers. Cas is just… Cas and I are closer in age, so we get along better?” It sounds more like a question than an answer, and Dean immediately knows that the two sneaky little devils won’t drop the topic now. Dammit, why is he this unconfident when it comes to Cas?

 “Is that so?” Sam asks.

 “Or do you maybe have a huge crush on Cas?” Claire continues. “Because that’s what Sam and I think. You’re not very subtle with all the staring and the dreamy sighs.”

 “Wha- no! I don’t have a crush on you brother. And I most definitely do not sigh dreamily around him!” Dean grumbles defensively and grips the steering wheel a little tighter. Yes, maybe he does have a (rather huge) crush on Cas. But he’s also 19 years old and had a lot of crushes before, shouldn’t he be better at hiding them?? Or, at scoring a date?

 “Dean, you know you don’t have to deny anything. We won’t tell Cas or Gabe about this,” Sam says soothingly.

 “And, you know, Cas is into guys. He’s also a lot more social around you than he has been around… anyone, ever. I’m pretty sure he likes you, too.” Claire speaks up again.

 “He- he is into guys? Are you sure?” Dean feels a huge bubble of hope filling his chest, but he tries to contain just how happy this new information makes him. Shit, that was his biggest fear all along- finally telling Cas and him being offended by his feelings, or-

 “Do you want some help with this? Claire and I could help you win Cas over,” Sam interrupts his thoughts enthusiastically. “We made a list, just like you and I did back when you helped me befriend Claire!! You could finally start wooing Cas!”

 “Guys!” Shit, they’ve put thought into this! If two pre-teens are cooler about this than he is… Maybe they could actually help him. Claire does know Cas very well. “Okay, you know what- Tell me about that damn list.”

                                                            Part 7

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[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Okay so..... so, like ... I was NEVER a „cockles“ shipper, destiel YES TOTALLY, sure but I just never .. I thought there is no way. Like, I’m gonna be honest I could always see how almost everyone had a crush on Jensen, including Misha, and he said some outrageous and obvious stuff so I thought okay you know it’s probably a joke but most jokes have SOME truth to them so like I kind of felt like Misha had a friendly crush on him and that’s where the jokes come from.. but I thought whatever but I just kind of stumbled upon your masterlist and I thought .. I do not ship this .. but you know what if i‘m so sure of my opinion I can let it be challenged right? Like it won’t change my opinion so whatever but like ... I’m not even done with the first post and I feel like I have literally gone off the deep end, I don’t know how I landed here .. and the weird thing is okay so I have watched EVERY CONVENTION but just because I loved the crew right I never saw the shipping. Destiel, YES, but cockles no. And the main reason I always thought it was a bit ridiculous was that Jensen always seemed VERY reserved to me and also maybe a TINY bit homophobic. I‘m not one of those people that says he’s actually homophobic but like .. the way he always INSISTED that destiel was not real and that Dean was not bi, I thought okay it’s probably because he relates to Dean a lot and he’s not quite comfortable with then questioning his own sexuality so he says he doesn’t see it that way, whatever but at this point when looking at the post I‘m just like ??? And while LOOKING at the post I found another thing, MAYBE you mention this somewhere I haven’t gotten that far but I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS RN!... okay so in the Jib 9 panel ... at 25:56 Jensen talks about Danneel and he talks about how she‘s his rock and like ... someone in the comment just linked the time and said sth about ‚look at mishas face‘, right? So I did and he looked kind of .. not mad or anything but maybe a bit miffed to like ... not be included in Jensen‘s speech? You know? Like if ANYTHING, if any of this is real I obviously think the same thing you do which is that they are ... all in a relationship? I don’t know I feel insane even typing this out lmao but I fell into this and now my brain has latched onto it like ?? What does it mean. Anyway, so... so he talks about her being his rock and Misha looks a little bit down and then he stops and people applaud and then JENSEN says: „I will say this however: she might be my rock but I have some amazing pebbles in my life“ and puts his hand on misha‘s shoulder and taps it a few times like a reassurance .. wtf.. and Misha does this exaggerated laugh like .. it’s Hard to explain but yeah if you’re good at picking up social cues and stuff you know what I mean, like he’s being complimented and he felt a bit bad and has this little moment of lightness now... And he strokes his shoulder back and Jensen like has this little smile on his face .. I knew this clip, I have watched that clip and I always just heard it as „Jared and Misha Are my pebbles“ right? But ... he doesn’t look at Jared, he doesn’t address Jared and he doesn’t even gauge the audiences reaction it literally feels like he said it to just Misha bc he also touches his shoulder and only looks at him .. and like a second before he said it even, he looks kind of torn up about smth like he feels bad about just mentioning Danneel because that’s all he can say ... like I would never doubt he loves her but maybe that’s not -The whole truth? I don’t know, I don’t know WHAT is going on... but this is like ! ! I literally feel like wtf! I hate this I don’t want to be a weirdo about this haha, I would never be weird about this to them and like why do I care, I don’t know them but it’s just like this huge ❓ in my head and I can feel myself getting fixated on this haha. Because I DID always see and feel the chemistry they had, especially on camera. But I have just fallen down this rabbit hole and like .. wow. Anyway. I‘m gonna continue reading the post haha.

oh my god, anon, bless your soul, you have been on a JOURNEY this night haven't you. i say this with love: it has been a delight watching your breakdown unfold ask by ask, and i have laughed my ass off. again, said with love.

however, i'm going to put the rest of your asks under a read more so everyone else doesn't have to scroll the whole way if they don't want to lmao (though if you're a cockles fan i recommend it, it's adorable)

OK ANOTHER THING. I am the anon from before so: I JUSt Remembered Jensen accidentally called Misha „babe“ in the Gish thing or whatever?? And like JUST TODAY I saw that and I was like no haha no way because I would not have even considered this. It’s not even that I didn’t see the chemistry, I‘m a huge Destiel but it NEVER oocured to me for a second this could be anything actually real and not just a FanShip. So ... he said babe. And like that’s not even in the question, we heard it and the interpreter‘s face and reaction says it ALL (btw have you made a post on this too? I would just be curious to see a more in-depth thing? Maybe anyway) but I THOUGHT it was like a genuine slip up thing of the kind where you call your teacher ‚Mom‘ or your friend by your sibling‘s name because your brain is booted up to say it .. so like he would be used to saying it when he FaceTimed his wife while in Canada and so he accidentally says it .. granted it came very naturally AND he does fumble around it awkwardly .. in a way that‘s not „oh haha oops didn’t mean to say that to _you_“ and more like „didn’t mean to say that in front of PEOPLE“ and then Mishas smile and the interpreters face yeah but I thought whatever it just doesn’t mean anything, it just didn’t occur to me... but now when I think abt it my brain is making like printer noises because I‘m like ??? What? Did he say BABE?

Wait sorry, I got my parts all mixed up, just FYI I meant I was done with the second part! I for some reason missed the first part haha. So yeah. The more I’m looking at this I’m like ... wow. Wow? It is so obvious ... like I don’t want to say it IS true but it SEEMS true.

I am SO SORRY FOR SPAMMING okay I am SORRY! But I just I keep going into this deeper.. I’m actually only looking at part 1 now I got the parts mixed up anyway... so what the fuck I am just in this now, like I made this tinhat so I’m gonna lie in it... because another THOUGHT occurred to me. What if ... the reason they didn’t make destiel canon(canon as in on-screen actual romance and intimacy) was because of cockles? Like what’s your thoughts on this? I’m sure you have thought this all through a 373828 times better I have been here for 3 hours but do you any thoughts on this? I would LOVE to hear!!

I am so sorry I am still writing about this please obviously if this is just spam like you don’t have to answer hahah obviously I am so sorry... but I just want to say I have NO reservations left... like I’m still at post nr 1 mind you lol... wtf ... wtf wtf how did I not like get it before? I THOUHT LIKE IT WAS JOKES?? But some of the stuff like ... it makes zero sense as a joke ESPECIALLY if it isn’t “performed”. The intimacy and some of the awkwardness around “slip ups”that make NO SENSE if it’s just a normal comment and not a SLIP UP. Wtf.

Also: I have to get up to go to work in a few hours what am I doing. Fuck.

ALMA WTF THE ALMA THING ???? I am physically like ... I am just ... do you know the feeling when your whole world fucking changes on its axis LMFAO. Because it’s not like I didn’t know 75% of these clips I am a massive SPN and destiel fan so I KNEW THE CLIPS but I didn’t ?? I just didn’t . Understand. Wow. I just - WOW. I am so sorry, again.

Ok last ask I swear ok I swear. But I just wanted to say... ignore all the shit I said about “not believing it” or whatever .. this is ... like ... I have am a science oriented thinker okay, I like proof, I like facts and THIS looks .. like proof and facts. I just please... I very much respect that there is an unspoken rule about NOT ASKING THEM ABOUT IT. And like You said .. they do ... say all of this stuff themselves and as long as their actual real life or their privacy are not invaded like ... what I WANTED to say was I that I am not merely wearing a tin hat but a tin COSTUME but also I don’t think this is a tin-anything! This just is ... like it just exists this is me rely basic observation and it’s crazy ... to think I didn’t see it. But I just also didn’t especially go looking for it because I just didn’t care about the actors TOO much I just loved the show and characters. So now that I’m looking at the actors ... yeah. I just, yeah. Wow. Truly.

I’m an idiot and a fool to think you didn’t know about the “pebble” I just saw it in the compilation ... I feel like I offended my boss or something .. of course you knew you have the fucking masterlist .. please I stand corrected and I stand put in my place because I knew ... abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING before this and now I feel enlightened, I actually feel like ... like I my world view has shifted. Wow what the actual fuck.

Okay I wanted to write one last thing ... so I‘m done with the masterlist .. I also have to go to work in like .. 3 hours, ...anyway. I couldn’t have slept if I had WANTED to I think my heart rate was dangerously high. So ... I have concluded that this is fucking real. Like... there is no way there’s NO WAY it isn’t I‘m sorry... I just ... I also want to say that you are MASTER of this, you have ALL the links and all the info and I fucking .. i will have to calm down .. (I know I won’t be able to) and go to work and check it all out again afterwards with a clear head ... because this was just WOW! Just wow. Absolute WOW! Now that I‘m through the list my „before cockles“/disappointed destiel brain that NEVER EVER would have even COME CLOSE TO IMAGINING this is like wow I can’t believe it but my LOGICAL brain is like what the fuck is there to not believe, this is literally... everything is there. I am literally speechless... I am a HUGE destiel fan. I shipped them, I read all the fucking fanfic, I watched every episode a million times I watched all the videos, the cons, the amvs and edits and even some cockles videos slipped and OF COURSE I loved their chemistry of COURSE I loved them I couldn’t get enough I was BAFFLED by how IN LOVE they seemed and it didn’t occur to me that ... it could be real. Not just dean an Cas and friendship chemistry but REAL. I just knew they both had wives and thought it must all be fiction then but really, genuinely, my perception of things has shifted. I NEVER would have even come close to dreaming this up before, literally, and I will also say, destiel has like taken control of my life the past months lmao... since I finished the show i spent so much time reading and even writing fic and just thinking about them?? And I don’t really do this, like I had my two ‚ships‘ when I was like 14 and new to that but I just was never big into tumblr afterwards again or into any series that would WARRANT shipping and I could never get that excited about some of the ships people would love and talk about idk but they, they just fucking literally stole my heart in the show and I kept saying why are they so close? Wtf i UP with the chemistry it made NO sense that they would all deny it was written into the show but then have WHAT WE HAVE in the show like I could never make it make sense and it never fucking left my brain, there was such a DISSONANCE to what I was told and what I was seeing and when I tell you I had been consumed by this and it genuinely worried me like when will this go away, because I can’t imagine it will until SOME type of confirmation that yes, they both loved EACH OTHER. And really when I say that for the first Time in MONTHS this craving for destiel has subsided and been A LITTLE sated I mean it. I‘m not saying this to dilute what they have by making it about destiel, I‘m saying 1) this was a healing experience and 2) i understand now why I was so STRONGLY connected to this ship of fictional people, when it is not even something I OFTEN do. And I understand why it kept bugging me like some puzzle that was just unsolvable and my brain kept trying to put into place. And I can say ... the jigsaw have fallen into Place. (1/2)

I WILL say also: the one thing I, even back then could never make „line up“ with my belief that they are not dating are the TOUCHES. Especially the cheek kisses, caressing the cheek, the neck. Like, even then when I was just fully oblivious, I was like that is so weirdly close for total BROS. But I thought whatever ... maybe thats just their kind friendship how should I know? But uh yeah. Yeah. Wow. Out of all things, genuinely what I feel is such a giddy warmth like .. if you look at the fucking clips, you watch jensens face, you read the Alma POETRY? They must be so fucking in LOVE. To an extent that is insane, that I barely ever see like fucking ever. I don’t know ANYONE IRL who acts like that. And that’s also why It never clicked, like no COUPLE, less even a secret one, would act so over the top so it must be a joke, right? But wrong. Yeah. I still can’t believe. My Destiel heart is bursting, my heart that loves LOVE is literally exploding and I am just ... I feel sated. I feel at peace and calm but also giddy and happy wow and like I’m gonna explode. Thank you for the masterlists. I literally just wish them happiness ...

Also i just, for the first time in a long time, managed to rewatch the confession scene. And it hurt 100x more because I saw every single expression on their faces and I just thought... wow. They really love each other. And I thought about how dean was silenced .. ... I tried to stop thinking about That bc it made me sad but yeah watching it in the new light? Insane, just absolute ... like incredible levels of emotion and just ... I literally feel like I’m on a high. I am so serious about this, I feel like this could power me without sleep, without anything, for like a week. This level of elation and happiness is just wow. I haven’t felt this in a long time maybe literally not ever lol. I mean it. (2/2)

OKAY, that's all of them. 😂again, bless your soul, sweetie, you have had a fucking TRIP speedrunning cockles revelation all in a few hours.

no need to apologize for spamming me; i am a fisherman, my masterlist is bait, and i enjoy returning to find that i have a juicy catch on the line. i've snared many people with the masterlist, but it never stop being entertaining.

i'm not really sure where to start here, but trust me, i feel you. cockles is pretty much one of the only things that allows me to have any peace after the destiel debacle, because yeah, at least this love really does exist in the world. at least this is real, and we get to see it. that gives me a warmth in my heart and a few lonely sparks of serotonin in my brain.

iirc one of the only direct questions you asked is if i think the reason destiel didn't go (fully) canon is because of cockles, but tbph, no, i don't think that was the reason. i don't think the execs give a shit whether two of the actors have a relationship; they only seem to care about their own homophobia, and their deeply misguided notion that jared is somehow the spn golden goose, and the most money to be made was by keeping him free of gay cooties so he could be repackaged into walker and bring in the crusty old white man demographic.

i think cockles is a big part of the reason destiel came to exist, due to their uncontrollable onscreen chemistry and desire to kiss each other, which was palpable through the screen, and i think cockles is part of the reason jensen has come off as anti-destiel/lowkey homophobic (i wrote about that in the last section of the masterlist), but at the end of the day, they're both still professionals and i think they would have acted a reciprocal confession or a kiss if that's what they were told to do, regardless of how it affected their relationship or made people freak out. they clearly don't mind people freaking out lmao, and they obviously had no real control of what did/didn't happen in the script.

if you have any other questions or want to just keep screaming at me, feel free, but please do also take care of yourself!! i'm familiar with the cockles high, but you gotta get some sleep! the masterlist will still be there when you've had some rest. 😄

(for anyone who has come all this way and is wondering what the hell we're talking about, here's the much-discussed masterlist. enter at risk of your own mindfuck/euphoria.)

[tibbinswrites]

Day 3 - Rainbows

They were everywhere. Plastered in shop windows, strung up across the street, at every booth and stall. It seemed like everyone they passed was rainbow-coloured in some kind of way. Clothing, bags, hair, even beards. Flags waved proudly above and around them. People were smiling, laughing, kissing, holding hands. Like Dean. He clenched on so tightly to Cas’ hand that he almost felt the bones grind beneath skin. He expected Cas to say something, but he didn’t, so Dean held on.

It was his first pride. At forty-one years old he was at an event that was full of young people who’d already figured themselves out. Sam (with glitter on his face) looked down at him with a soft expression.

“We can go, if it’s too much.” he said quietly. Whatever was showing on Dean’s face was apparently so pathetic that Sam didn’t have the heart to mock him.

It was too much, and Dean wanted to go. He wanted the quiet of the bunker, of the Dean-cave, where he understood how everything worked. There, neither Sam, Cas or Jack cared that he was broken. They loved him regardless, and Cas let Dean love him too, in a way that he hadn’t thought he was allowed to.

Jack, immediately distracted by the colours and sounds, rushed off towards the nearest stall, chatting animatedly with the… guy, girl? Person, person behind it, who had a multicoloured mohawk and a yellow, white, purple and black striped shirt. They looked briefly taken-aback at Jack’s overly-forward approach (and probably thousand questions), but responded just as eagerly. Jack was beaming. Eileen (with her own glittered face) followed him after a moment and Sam turned to look with a soft smile before turning back to Dean, his ‘whatever Dean needs’ face replacing it.

“I’m fine.” Dean lied, hoping that his shirt was thick enough to hide the sweat he could feel building down his back and under his arms. “Besides, Jody’s brood will be here soon, it’ll be good to see them.”

Sam paused for a moment but nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“That’s what Cas is for.” Dean muttered.

Sam’s smile was fleeting but warm. Eileen called his name and Sam turned to see his fiancee wink at him, holding a free string of condoms. Sam flushed red and went to join her, pressing a kiss to her glittery cheek and signing something back which made her laugh.

Jack was darting from stall to stall, apparently interrogating everyone, but in such a disarming, truly curious way that nobody seemed to be taking any offence.

Cas remained by Dean, letting him crush his hand, standing stock-still barely inside the cordoned off entrance.

His mouth felt dry and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t belong here. Everyone else looked so comfortable. There were couples everywhere, of all kinds, thruples too. There was even a string of six that all kept trading kisses and fond looks to each other. Even those on their own looked relaxed. Either waiting for friends or making new ones.

There were drag queens in the most flamboyant, ridiculous and amazing costumes. Huge feather boas, sequined everything and more glitter that Dean had ever owned (which was, admittedly, not much) on every exposed inch of skin.

“How about we go get a burger?” Cas said after a while, pointing at a food truck that looked a little quieter than most of the other, closer, places.

Realising that he’d spent a good long while lost in his own panic, not moving, he figured he should do something other than loiter by the entrance. This was Cas’ day too and he probably wanted to go enjoy himself with everyone else.

“Yeah,” he said, so, his feet feeling like lead, they made their way over to the truck and got a burger and bottle of water each. There were a couple of park benches set up nearby, so they sat there, next to each other, and ate. Letting go of Cas’ hand was more difficult than he’d expected. It had taken him months to get comfortable with the idea of holding Cas’ hand in public, weeks more to get comfortable with the practice. Cas winced as the pressure was finally released. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Cas shook his hand out before digging into his burger. Between mouthfuls, he went on, “We all convinced you to come here because we thought it would be good for you to break down some of the stigmas you’ve held for years about why you can’t be like one of these people,” he gestured around them, “but I don’t think any of us ever thought to ask if you were ready. This is clearly difficult for you. I’m sorry we pressured you into it. If you want to just sit here and wait for Claire and everyone to come before heading back to the bunker for dinner, that’s perfectly okay. None of us are going to judge you. This is a big experience and we’ll take it at your pace.”

“I love you.” Dean said immediately. That was his gut reaction to a lot of things Cas said, and if Dean had learned anything over the past year, it was that Cas always appreciated hearing it. Even now Cas’ eyes crinkled warm, and the edge of his mouth curled up.

“I love you too.”

They finished their burgers in silence and Dean, bolstered a little by Cas’ reassurance, began to really look around at what few booths he could see from where they sat. One of them was for struggles with high school, another was selling flags, another was about the history of Pride. He was curious about that one, he admitted. He didn’t know much about this community he was supposedly a part of. The kind of community that was so vastly different from the one he’d been raised in. A community that John had scoffed at, disrespected, with only Dean to hear him most of the time. But shifting his gaze from the stalls to the people, he had to admit that it was less overwhelmingly rainbow than he’d first thought. There were people in biker jackets and boots, people his age looking similarly nervous, without an angel of humanity to hold their hand. A teenager who looked close to tears carefully glanced around before darting into the high school booth. There were people on their own, some with an air of defiance, others completely comfortable, still others with a cloud of sadness over their heads; here, but with no family who could, or would, join them.

It was an odd thing to take comfort in, the pain of others in this place of joy and self-love, but this more than anything reminded him that they were all just people. People with their own struggles and burdens. People came to Pride anyway, either in defiance of everything that tried to tell them to disappear, or to find comfort in those with similar stories. He wondered how many people out there had fathers who forced them away from their family to try and ‘fix’ them; he wondered how many were in their forties and only just now ready to admit that maybe they weren’t the person their father had wanted them to be, that that person actually went against the values they’d been taught, and the ones they’d figured out for themselves. He was so used to feeling alone in this aspect of his life that it hadn’t even occurred to him that there would be others. He saw a man who must have been in his eighties holding his partner’s hand and brandishing a sign with fervour. Never too old to come out, and he couldn’t help but smile. He nudged Cas and pointed. “Guess that applies to you too, huh? And I think I’m slow. It took you millennia.”

Cas smiled at the men and then shook his head. “It took me millennia to find you,” he said pointedly. “Gender and sexuality was not something I ever thought about before. They don’t mean much to me. And it’s fascinating to see a celebration that both says ‘these things don’t define us’ and ‘these things are important’. It’s all about being comfortable with yourself and fighting for the world to learn to be comfortable with you too.”

“Kind of the meaning of pride, I suppose.”

“Whoever said that was a sin was sorely mistaken.”

“I mean, Pride of the seven deadly was a huge asshole.”

“Hubris is not the same as pride. I’ve always thought that sin should be renamed.”

“Take it up with Chuck,” Dean said with a grin which Cas returned.

“Thankfully, he has no more say in it than I do.”

“Let’s go look in that history booth.” Dean said suddenly, already standing and holding his hand out for Cas to take. Research was always the best first step after all. And if it was right next to the stall selling pink, purple and blue pins, then that was just pure coincidence.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

for @bend-me-shape-me 's SPN advent calendar 2020. prompt: phone calls and late night texts.

Cas isn't a serial texter.

And Dean's a-okay with it.

But for all that's worth, they sure seem to have a ridiculous amount of emotionally significant conversations via, or starting off as, texts. And most often, in the middle of the night.

*

>>> hello, dean. [12:07 am]

Dean jolts up at the sound, realizing he fell asleep still wearing his headphones, with the laptop on his lap (and a new episode of The Good Place playing) and rolls his eyes at himself, hitting pause before he can see what’s happening (because he has good reflexes, and because screw spoilers that’s why) and rummaging for his phone.

At this hour of the night, it has to be something important.

It doesn’t really strike him that Mechanical Engineering majors whose only other selfprofessed skill is air guitar aren't exactly the frontline warriors for midnight emergencies.

Cas's name shows up when he squints at the too-bright screen, and he sits up a little straighter.

<<< hey [12:09 am]

<<< you OK? [12:09 am]

The response is immediate.

>>> do you have peanut butter? [12:09 am]

And as if it's an afterthought, Cas adds.

>>> yes, I'm fine. how are you? [12:10 am]

Dean blinks.

<<< peachy. peanut butter? [12:10 am]

At least this time the response takes a while. Dean wonders if Cas realized it was midnight, and not exactly a time to run inventory on your best friend's stash of condiments.

>>> I ran out. [12:12 am]

Dean sighs, unable to help smiling.

It's not like he's a stranger to Cas's weird cravings when he's high. (There'd been this one time with pie and a traumatized Gas 'N Sip cashier that still sits heavy on Dean's conscience.) But he doesn't think Cas is supposed to be high right now — Dean's usually either invited or informed by an unspoken rule — which just means this is regular "jelly, not jam"-Cas, at his core a weird, persistently sleep-deprived economics major and astronomy nerd, that Dean may or may not have had a crush on for an embarrassingly long time, and who's also prone to grammatically perfect texting, deadpan, Disney references, and bluntness when the occasion calls for it.

<<< pretty sure i have some [12:14 am]

>>> :) [12:14 am]

>>> I'm coming over [12:14 am]

*

And weird as it may sound, that had turned out to be the night Cas told him he was gay. Said it had been a revelating moment, unprecedented and wholly unexpected — and apparently revelations come in pairs because it had been followed by an intense need for peanut butter, and the rest, he explained emphatically, was history.

Dean had just snorted, congratulated him, and brought out the fancier plates for sandwiches — shipped in from home instead of a sale at Target — all the while, repeating to himself in a loop, that this changed nothing between them, nothing at all, and Cas having the capacity to be attracted back to him didn't mean that he ever would be (or for hell's sake, he'd scoffed at his traitorous chick-flick-nonsense brain, is.)

*

The second time had been early — way, way too early and it was by pure chance that Dean was awake to respond at six friggin' am on a Sunday. Like, that’s practically nighttime. 

Goddamn stupidly-fit running-freak.

Dean picks up his phone blearily, tongue in cheek as he clicks on it.

>>> I miss you [6:28 am]

>>> I'd* miss you [6:29 am]

Dean's stomach twists, and he's not sure if it's in a good way, or a bad way, or what-the-sincere-fuck-are-you-talking-about way.

<<< what [6:32 am]

<<< wtf are you talking about? [6:32 am]

Nothing.

<<< cas? [6:33 am]

<<< dude [6:34 am]

<<< cas???? [6:34 am]

Dean swears at his screen, more queasy than irritated. He can't stop fidgeting, so gives up on lying down altogether and hoists himself to his feet. Better to get his friggin' toothbrush since he's already up, and now definitely awake. Cas was so paying for this later.

He comes back, mouth mint-fresh in theory but still tasting awful and of fear and dread, and practically sags when he sees his screen blare with two messages from Cas.

>>> sorry, I had to make a call. [6:42 am]

>>> I'm not taking the job. [6:42 am]

*

And that's how Dean finds out about Michael (Cas's oldest brother, entitled asshole) inviting Cas to join his and Lucifer's (second oldest, bag of dicks) firm the year he graduates — invite, of course, being a loosely used word here for expecting it blindly (out of some crap he calls 'loyalty') and being readily willing to manipulate him into it.

And it's how he finds out that Cas turned them down.

"It's not who I am anymore." Cas had repeated, third time probably, and surer than before, and Dean had nodded earnestly before realizing Cas couldn't see him through the phone, and humming his affirmation instead. "And if I go back there, I'm never getting out again."

Dean'd swallowed.

"I don't want to." Cas had said, voice trembling. "I am — my own person here. It shouldn't be like this but this is the first time I have autonomy, Dean. Here is free will, and here are you. I don't — I can't. I'm not going to let them take it away."

"Good." He'd sounded shaky to even himself. "Don't."

"Yes." Cas had promised. "I'm not going."

*

And eventually they'd moved past the heavy talk into why-didn't-I-hear-about-this-before territory, Dean being righteously annoyed at his best friend for keeping something so huge from him, and Cas making lame (but probably valid) excuses in the name of not knowing how to explain the situation until he knew himself what he was going to do, because Dean may've been the first person he'd confided in about the insane fuckery that been his childhood and adolescence, but that still didn't mean he'd understand this, broken and convoluted.

And then Cas had nicely segued himself out of Dean's target of irritation and added, "They asked Gabriel too, by the way."

"And?" Dean didn't ever have much care for Gabriel (third oldest brother, cares about Cas, still a jerk) but Cas shared an apartment with him, so he had to face him plenty.

"He's running off to Miami."

And Dean had thrown his head back and laughed until Cas had smoothly added, "And I was wondering if you would consider moving in with me." 

At which point, of course, he'd started coughing instead, because holy shit, it actually made sense (Sammy had left for Stanford two months back, and Dean lived alone in a space that had probably been two big even when there were two of them) and might actually happen, but Dean wasn't really sure how much longer he'd be able to hide his crush, sharing a friggin' kitchen with the guy.

*

The third time's after their first date.

(Because, well. It happened.

It happened with Dean leaning across the breakfast table to prove to Cas his bacon was superior (to cookie friggin' crunch, because goddamn is Cas a dork) and Cas taking a bite with their eyes fixed on each other's, and Dean turning red when Cas licked his lips and then, just like that, Cas swearing under his breath (definitely filed for later pondering, that bit), grabbing Dean, and kissing the living daylights out of him.

And Dean had kissed back with everything he had, hands cupping his face, and nearly melting in his arms - but then they'd separated for air and Cas had had an apologetic look on his face and when Dean had tried to lean in to kiss it away, he'd received half a smile and a shake of his head.

"Let's do it the way we're supposed to."

And Dean had known immediately what he'd meant. Let's not fuck this up by becoming best friends and roommates who sleep together. Let's...play safe.

"Okay. Uh," he'd rubbed the back of his neck. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Thursday." Cas had promised with twinkling eyes, though Dean had already known he was going to say that since he knew Cas’s week at least as well as he knew his own, and two days and an anxious half of a thursday later, they went on their first date. Burgers and beer, and Led Zepp, and hands held in the Impala. Four hours later, they were back, and in their respective rooms, and Dean couldn't stop thinking about Cas.)

When his phone vibrates, Dean reaches for the bedside table.

It's at least midnight, it feels like he's been in bed for ages, and the only reason he isn't asleep is because all his brain seems to be capable of at the moment is thinking endlessly about the date. Fortunately, he's not the only one — although he's better at hiding it (practise, he'd say) because his heart is in his mouth the moment he reads Cas's text.

>>> I think I'm falling in love with you [11:43 pm]

>>> already. [11:43 pm]

Dean is very grateful for autocorrect as he types back with too-excited thumbs and a racing heart.

<<< so much for doing it the regular way cas mosby [11:44 pm]

>>> in my defense, it's been years. [11:44 pm]

<<< that part i get [11:44 pm]

<<< me too [11:44 pm]

<<< but youre supposed to wait three days before calling dumbass [11:45 pm]

Jesus, he'd never expected to blush cause of texts, but here they are.

>>> I'm texting. [11:46 pm]

And he guesses he'd never expected to giggle (he's alone there, sue him) cause of them either, but Cas apparently exists to prove him wrong about himself.

<<< good for you [11:46 pm]

He sends, biting his lip, and then lies in the silent darkness for a couple of minute, devoid of text notifications entirely, thinking uneasily — before he gives up.

They're idiots, sure, but nobody is this dumb.

<<< so when the fuck are you coming over then [11:50 pm]

>>> on my way <3 [11:50 pm]

And thinking about the lightening speed of that reply and the fucking heart emoji is enough to sustain him the entire one minute it takes Cas to get there, gently opening Dean's door, and climbing into bed — fitting in Dean's space like it's been made for him, and kissing him in greeting after leaving his phone on the table next to Dean's.

*

As it goes, with the confessions and the midnight cravings (and the grocery lists that keep getting piled onto through the day, and random pickup lines Cas decides are perfect to send Dean daily once he's found a website for puns, courtesy of Claire, and of course, pictures of Grease, which clog Dean's cloud in dozens whenever the ridiculously cute cat does something even slightly out of routine, god bless her lazy soul) Cas might just be a texter.

But Dean's pretty sure he's more than okay with it, so it doesn't really matter.

[dragonhotcoffee]

Okay so first of all disclaimer: I’ve been a Stranger Things fan for a week so if I miss some subtle bits of lore that could somehow miraculously prove me wrong, keep in mind that I’m brand spanking new to this shit.

I’ve been seeing tons of fans bitching about the latest episodes and how Will was not allowed to have his feelings reciprocated from a character who, as far as we know, is straight. Tons of people have been reading into how the actors portrays the characters and what certain BTS stuff means but I’m not one of those people, I look at what’s actually being presented in front of me, at least when it comes to gay or not gay stuff cause I got tired of watching compilations of Supernatural where Cas and Dean were supposedly acting gay for each other. (Spoiler: they weren’t because the script did not say they were. The actors just had good chemistry). 

Now, I am just as starving for good gay representation as much as the next alphabet letter but I’m not gonna sit here and fume ‘til kingdom come when the showrunners of a huge network powerhouse show don’t fulfill my shipping needs. I would rather consume media in a fun and positive way. Because that’s what entertainment is supposed to be: fun. 

idk I feel like people get way too “fandomized” in the way they watch shows and it causes them a lot more trouble than I think it’s worth and when it comes to Stranger Things, which has been one of the number 1 shows Netflix has pushed out in the last decade, let’s just say I was delighted and surprised that they even included a canon lesbian, you know? Like I didn’t think they would be able to do even that. 

(yes I know there are shows that are “allowed” to have plenty of gay characters but those are mainly either gay-centric or about sex which I’m not gonna count cause jesus christ those are the only designations you’ll give us?)

Yes, Hollywood is still pretty exclusionary when it comes to LGBT stuff and I despise when they come out with something that’s just about the Gay Struggle TM. Yes, writers will parade ten straight couples in front of you before admitting one character is gay. It’s ridiculous and old-fashioned and I get sick of it too. If you’re hungering for actual gay content, hit up Thailand cause they’re churning out like 70+ shows centered around explicit gay romance this year.

And if I’m being completely honest? I kind of would like the direction they would take with Will being in love with Mike in an unrequited way because that is actually a very real struggle that many gay/bi people have to come to terms with, particularly in a decade when fighting for gay rights was a huge issue (a.k.a. the AIDS epidemic). 

It also would give more depth to the story and more depth to Will’s character because overcoming a crush and coming into his own as a young gay man in the eighties could be very empowering for younger audience members struggling with sexuality. Yes, it would be nice if he could just ride off into the sunset with Mike but it could also be nice if romance was not the only ideal media told us to strive for. 

Yeah, I know, I know. I’m gonna be called homophobic or “privileged” or some other shit because I don’t think Will should have a gay romance in Stranger Things. And note, I didn’t say that: I just said I don’t think it’s homophobic if the writers don’t give him a gay romance. Because it isn’t homophobic. It could be them being unable to because the studio wouldn’t let them or because they don’t think that’s where the character should be going or some other shit but the point is, having a gay character having an unrequited crush is not homophobic. What would be homophobic is making it seem like he’s a bad person or predatory for having an unrequited crush and I just didn’t get that vibe.

Also people are lambasting Mike’s character for not reciprocating Will’s feelings or not acknowledging them which seems..... stupid? Mike, AGAIN, as far as we know is straight so of course if that’s the case, he CAN’T return Will’s feelings because just like homosexuality is not a choice, heterosexuality is not a choice either. You can’t control who you’re attracted to NOR who you’re not attracted to. And don’t tell me Mike is gay or bi because as far as the FACTS go, he’s straight. You’re just spitting theories right now. 

And as for acknowledging Will’s feelings: THIS SHOW TAKES PLACE IN THE EIGHTIES. Correct me if I’m wrong, but even Joyce was lowkey saying something in the first season about how “the kids make fun of him and call him a f*ggot even though he’s not queer” as if that would make it okay (I’m sure that’s not what she meant but the implication that it would be understandable for them to call him names IF he was queer was there and being gay in those times was like having a mental illness: not good in a parent’s mind). 

SO of course Mike is not going to acknowledge Will’s gay feelings OUT LOUD because that is just not something you really do if you don’t know that someone is gay for sure. Sex between women was not as stigmatized or criminalized as sex between men. There weren’t even any laws strictly forbidding lesbian sex but there were plenty for male on male action. Yes, Robin is an out lesbian but the circumstances surrounding her sexuality and how she came out are vastly different from Will’s and as far as we know, she hasn’t crushed on her close childhood best friend. 

That’s the other thing: This could ruin Mike and Will’s friendship so easily. HELL Mike RECIPROCATING Will’s feelings could ruin their friendship. Tons of people worry about that when they fall in love with their friends, gay or straight. 

TL;DR: If you’re unironically calling the Duffer Brothers’ choice to make Will gay and (potentially) unrequitedly in love with Mike a homophobic thing then I just can’t take you seriously and I’m gonna tell you to go outside because deadass that is not what is happening here and gay characters do not just exist to fulfill your shipping needs. 

[spiltscribbles]

Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed  this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

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It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary  weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive. 

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation  for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade  when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on. 

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings.  And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers. 

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him  any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year. 

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago. 

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard,  leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything  through the heavy weight around him, the one  cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room. 

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale. 

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and  how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes. 

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud. 

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together. 

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face. 

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?” 

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you  want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught 

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making  some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her. 

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth. 

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what. 

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

.-

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spoken words aren't for you (I just don't like them)

1.7k - After Cas comes back from the Empty, Dean isn't sure what to do with his feelings, so he goes online for some friendly advice.

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There’s a lot of things that Dean Winchester knows. For example, he knows how to make silver bullets. He knows how to behead a vampire. He knows how to fix the Impala. One thing he doesn’t know, however, is how to deal with bringing your best friend of twelve years back from the dead after he confessed his undying love for you.

He doubts there is much advice out there for this particular situation.

He scours the internet anyway, of course, because that is what he has been doing to learn new information for the past thirty years, ever since his dad decided to stop being a dad and started expecting Dean to parent himself and Sammy.

As predicted, all the results including the phrase “back from the dead” either lead him to the websites for horror movies (which he does read, since he might as well add some things to his watchlist while he is there), or discussions about necromancy, which he can confidently say are mostly horseshit. There are plenty of articles on dealing with someone who has a crush on you, when he tries a more ambiguous search, but most of them either explain how to let people down gently or end up with the couple getting married and living out their perfect, stupid, happy ever after.

Dean isn’t really sure which option he would prefer, in this situation.

He scrolls to the bottom of one blog - advice given to a young woman whose best friend confessed he has had feelings for her for years, while hers remain strictly platonic - when he sees the button at the bottom: Want advice from your Agony Aunt? Email me with your troubles here!

Dean hovers the mouse over it, for just a moment. It’s a ridiculous idea, really. He should just go out there and talk to Cas like a man and get the awkwardness over with. But he clicks anyway, shrugging to himself. It can’t hurt anyone, right?

Dear Agony Aunt, he types, already feeling stupid. I have a problem, and I don’t know who else to ask for advice.

He nearly exits out of the email right then and there, but something in the back of his mind urges him to continue.

Best to leave the exact details out, Dean decides. My best friend of twelve years - one of my only friends, really - was recently in a situation where he thought he was going to die. On his deathbed, he made a huge speech, saying that his true happiness was loving me, and that he thought it was something he could never have. He had made peace with having unrequited feelings for me for all this time, and he never expected to get anything in return.

Luckily - and to the surprise of everyone - he managed to survive. I thought I would never have to deal with his confession, but now he lives in the same house as me and it’s awkward whenever we see each other because I don’t know what to tell him. He’s expecting a response, and I don’t have one for him.

Until he said “I love you” to me, I hadn’t even considered the possibility that we could be in a relationship. I’ve been with guys and girls before, so sexuality isn’t a problem for me, but he had always seemed a little out of touch, so I assumed it wasn’t really his thing. I don’t necessarily want to say no to him, but I’m also scared that if I say yes, then our relationship will never go back to the way it was and it could ruin us.

Dean takes a big breath, dragging a hand down his face. He sounds like a whiny bitch and he knows it - Sammy would be laughing his ass off if he could read this now - but he forces himself to finish anyway.

Any advice would be appreciated. I really don’t know what to do, and I don’t think either of us can keep trying to avoid each other for much longer.

-Dean.

Without giving himself a moment to reread it or doubt his decision, Dean sends the email, slamming his laptop shut.

“What are you doing?” Sam asks, popping his head around the kitchen door and staring at Dean suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Dean replies, a little too quickly.

Sam narrows his eyes but decides not to push. “I’m going to stay with Eileen. I’ll be back in a few days.”

Dean nods, trying to pretend that this is absolutely fine with him. “Tell her I said hi.”

After a moment of hesitation, Sam asks, “You’ll be okay, right?”

He flashes him his most convincing smile. “I’ll be fine. Have fun, Sammy. You’ve earned it.”

As Dean predicted, things get even more awkward around the bunker without Sam to act as a buffer. He spends most of his days in his bedroom, binging horror movies in his sweatpants, only leaving when he has to make food. He always makes enough for Cas and leaves it on a plate wrapped in tinfoil, just in case he needs to eat food now.

Dean hasn’t held a conversation with him for long enough since he came back to know.

A few days pass, and Dean forgets about the email entirely. He’s pretty sure those websites are a scam, and besides, his situation is weird enough to warrant being ignored.

Then one day, he is pouring his morning coffee when he receives an email notification. All it contains is a link to the Agony Aunt’s blog, and a single phrase: I hope things get better for you!

Dean clicks the link, not sure what to expect.

Dear Dean, it begins, and he can already feel his palms beginning to sweat.

I’m so sorry to hear that your friend was in an accident, but I’m glad he is okay now! I’m sure that was a very traumatic time for both of you, and it is good to hear you got through it.

“Oh lady,” Dean mutters. “You have no idea.”

Now, from what you have written, it is clear that the confession your friend made led to quite a shock. I often get messages from people who are unsure how to deal with other people’s feelings, but it is a rare occasion that they aren’t sure how to react. Usually, they ask me how to move someone to the ‘friendzone’, or how to move a friendship to a relationship. It seems to me that you have yet to decide which one of these you would like to choose.

Listen to me, Dean: I could sit here and write an essay on the pros and cons of each option, but I will never know the exact circumstances of your situation, so it will never feel right. Ultimately, the decision has to be up to you. Would you like your relationship to stay the same as it was before? You mention that your friend has never expected anything of you beforehand, so I doubt he will expect anything of you now if you choose to let him down gently. Or would you like to take the brave step and try and transform your relationship into something more? If this is the case, then you mustn't be scared of losing him. He has stayed by your side for twelve years, and has even defied death to be with you. The potential of more is always worth the risk, trust me.

All I can suggest in this case is to decide, and to decide quickly. If you continue to ignore and avoid your feelings instead of facing up to them, then you will lose him entirely - both as a friend and a potential lover.

So, Dean, what will you choose?

Yours,

Agony Aunt.

Dean stares at his phone for a very long time. The woman behind the screen has no idea exactly how many times Cas has defied death to be by his side, and how they had both saved each other. The last line rings in his head, repeating over and over like a mantra.

So, Dean, what will you choose?

“Dean?” Cas’ gravelly voice jerks him out of his thoughts. “What are you doing?”

He looks down and realises that he has poured coffee all over the counter. He’s lucky he hasn’t scalded himself. “Uh… I just got a bit distracted, I guess.”

“Oh,” Cas answers, hovering awkwardly in the doorway. “Thank you for all the meals you have been leaving.”

Dean spaces out for a minute, forgetting that he had done that entirely. “No worries, dude,” he manages to answer, the question still bouncing around his head like the DVD logo on a TV screen. So, Dean, what will you choose?

She’s right, he thinks suddenly. She is utterly and completely right. He needs to make a decision.

“I choose you,” Dean declares, not realising he has said it out loud until it is too late.

“Pardon?” Cas asks politely, squinting at him.

“I, uh - sorry, that was a shit way of phrasing it, I sound like I’m playing Pokemon.” He lets out a nervous laugh, his brain screaming at him to say something. This is his last moment to back out. If he wanted, he could brush it off as a weird comment and retreat back to his room, leaving his problems for Future Dean.

“What you said,” he says instead, stumbling over his words. “Before you died, I mean. I guess I had to think about it for a bit because I’m pretty fucked up and my brain sorta short-circuited, and I was so focused on getting you back that I never really stopped to think-”

He cuts himself off, taking a deep breath in. “What I mean to say,” he states slowly, lifting his head up to look Cas in the eye. “Is that I’m an idiot. But I’m an idiot who loves you, so…”

Cas’ entire body seems to melt under the statement. “Really?” he asks, as if Dean would be cruel enough to mess with his feelings like that. “I thought you hated me. You’ve been ignoring me ever since I came back, so I assumed-”

Dean crosses the room in three easy strides, pulling Cas into a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling him close. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’ll probably fuck things up along the way… but I love you man, I think I have for a long, long time.”

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: Catching them off-guard by being naked

Hii, I've noticed your requests are open. And i've been seeing your Ateez reactions recently, which are amazing. :D I just wondered, do you think you could do an Ateez reaction where their S.O. walks into the room naked while they are playing a game, working on music etc? (Kind of like that new Tik tok trend going around atm) x

Guuurl, sorry I waited so long to actually do something about this ask lol, but hopefully this will make you happy :)

Songs Listened To: X by CODE KUNST + LEE HI, FXXK It by BIGBANG, Dante’s Creek by THEY + DEAN, Baby Don’t Stop by NCT, Love Talk - Wayv, A Little Death by The Neighborhood

Hongjoong ♡:

• This man was straight vibing and your sneaky ass just HAD to do something

• “Joong.”

• “Yeah?” he didn’t look up from the small journal, with which he was jotting down lyrics for a future song he was to produce for

• He kept his eyes trained on the pages

• And uh-uh, that wouldn’t do 😤

• You rolled your eyes and waltzed over to the boy, putting a hand on the shoulder of the chair so you could swing him around to face you, an eyebrow raised

• “Look at me.”

• And he sure as hell did dafdsaffwq

• Face said :O

• Doesn’t matter how many times he sees your nude body, still looks like a kid in a candy store lol

• To say he was completely distracted would be a huge understatement

• Hanky panky in his mini studio? Yessir

Seonghwa ♡:

• Looking at this gif and listening to a slowed sexy song is gonna kill me istg

• Also, who let him act like a little hoe in their comeback? Keep your shirt down, mister, it’s not safe

• Gorl has nothing to do in his sparetime because he’s not too big of a gAMeR, but he does like to play phone games when he’s especially bored

• Would probably be playing like fuckin uhhhh candy crush or something when you said “lemme do sum a lil crazy 😌💅“

• You were kinda just curious to see what his reaction would be if you showed up witcha tiddies out

• So you got out the shower and half-assedly threw on a silk robe that Hwa got you for your birthday, not tying it or anything, but rather letting it slip off your damp shoulders while the front sat open and displayed your body for all to see

• His reaction when you leant against the doorframe and fake pouted?

• Immediate 📉

• Everday and night he’s gon chase you frfr

• “C’mere...,” He’d mumble, tossing his phone to the side 

• Level thirty-seven could wait ;)

Yunho ♡:

• Playing pc games at home is one of his favorite things to do (He’s even said so)

• PC games are his go-to when he gets bored of console

• So he’s constantly in his lil gaming room so that if you’re ever sleeping, he doesn’t wake you up

• He was on a multiuplayer session of Valorant when you decided to ruin his gaymer grind

• F in the chat boys

• “Yunho?”

• “Yes?” He stops his hastily typed directions to his game buddies in favor of giving you a quick glance from his chair, and has to look over again to make sure he's seeing things right

• Yeah, he was definitely seeing the pretty rise of your breasts and smoothness of your thighs, revealed from the towel now on the floor, right. Especially the way both of those lovely attributes were becoming larger as you approached him

• "W-woah!" He rushes to shield his eyes, though you only giggle and swivel his chair around in order to straddle him, removing his hands from his face

• "What? Am I too repulsive to?"

• "No! No it's just...," Yunho trails off, letting out a shaky breath and trying his best to not stare so obviously. Literally just paying attention at anything but what you wanted him to

• You only grin, tilting his chin to you face you head-on, "It's ok to look, baby. Don't be so shy"

• a forgotten game and heated chair sex is what would lead to your surprise

• kiss kiss for baby 😘

Yeosang ♡:

• We need more Yeosang gifs, this is ridiculous y'all ;(. Also, we're just... Not gonna talk about San on the side 💀

• Oh oh! And Yeosang getting bolder on stage is my favorite thing

• soooo snowboarding

• Yeosang said he likes to do that in his free time

• He'd just got a new custom board, which the front had lovely baby blue dripping forest face and the meaning of his name painted in black for the back, "Sound Resonating From A High Point."

• He was waxing it in the kitchen with it sat atop the island for easier space when he felt your arms slide around his waist, to which he smiled at, still continuing his work

• "Hello there," he mused

• "Baby, what would you do if I told you I was naked?"

• bitch hUH??

• He really did not waste time with turning in your hold and IMMEDIATELY looking down to see what you're wearing

• He chuckles upon , giving a cat whistle before bending down to set you on top of the counter

• "What's this for?"

• "Bored," you purse your lips, allowing yourself to lean back on your forearms as you spread your legs, "And you seemed like a good time-passer"

• Yeosang hums, falling to his knees easily enough and pulling you towards the edge of the island, then presses an affectionate kiss to your inner thigh

• "Fair enough"

San ♡:

• San likes to spiffy up on his English, which is still pretty hard for him even if you assure him that he's doing just fine when he speaks it around your family

• That being said, you'll sometimes catch him at the table with a textbook in front of him and a language journal by the side that he uses to write small romanizations

• You were particularly bored today. And damn, was San looking good with his messy black hair and shirtless torso. He never really did wear shirts around the house.

• "Sannie," You sang from the doorframe, fresh out of the shower and a bit sexually frustrated considering San hadn't touched you for a couple weeks due to your busy schedule

• He hummed in acknowledgement, jotting something down in the journal as he alternated between both the book and notebook

• You knew he was busy but his English really wasn't bad, so it didn't need to be now. It could wait a bit longer

• Sighing, you drop the towel from your body and fling it at San, which makes him jump and pull it from off of his head, looking towards you immediately and gasping

• You put a hand on your hip, giggling at how he tries to calm himself down

• lol goofy boy

• "C'mon, I know you're tired, I can help you relax," you gesture with a finger in a beckoning motion, and like he was already planning on it, he hops up from his seat and follows you back to the bedroom

• sorry if this was kinda boring lol, let's just San could have literally any reaction and frankly, this is probably the most tame he would be

Mingi ♡:

• Like Yunho in a lot of ways

• He does like to play games (probably PC, too), so you already know he'd be mashing that controller in the living room lol

• "Aww man, are you kidding me!?"

• Mingi gets shy, especially when it comes to you, so when you decided it'd be a good idea to step in front of the screen while he was playing Zelda with the towel around your body held open, he was a visual representation of keyboard mashing

• "Woah—Ohmygod-" [insert Minnie baby accidentally throwing his controller in his haste to cover his eyes]

• "You don't want me?" You ask, pouting and tilting your head

• His response is spreading two of the fingers across his eyes to peek, nodding his head frantically but trying to find the right words so he doesn't make you sad, "You just scared me is all! I don't wanna be rude by looking when you don't want me to or anything..."

• He takes his fingers away to hold them out instead, making grabby hands until you smile and crawl into them, in turn, climbing on top of his lap and letting him press his face into the valley between your breasts so he could kiss the skin there while looking at you

• "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea," he mumbles, nuzzling his head farther down

• "No baby, you're fine," You reassure him with a hand ruffling the strands of his hair

• sweet hanky panky alert 🚨 sweet hanky panky alert 🚨

Wooyoung ♡:

• it's the large ass gif of Woo and his ponytail for me

• Oh and yeah, I know this doesn't quite fit theme of YOU walking in on them to flash your boobies but you're gonna keep your mouth shut and pretend it does 😏

• Another gamer.. damn this is getting repetitive

• hmmm

• Dance practice it is! 😃

• Woo doesn't like repeatedly practicing the same moves over and over again, but he did like the progress he made with each re-do, so he supposes he'll bear with the exhaustion

• Well.. obviously not now, because he's just walking through the bedroom door when he finally registers that you're sitting on the bed, lying on your stomach and scrolling through your phone with a leg raising your body go the side

• You snap your head to look at him, "Ah, there you are," you grin, pushing yourself up to a sitting position, "Thought you were gonna come home late again"

• Wooyoung let's out a snort as he closes the door behind him and drops his dance bag to the side, already taking his inky black hair out of the ponytail it was previously in and shaking it loose

• "What a nice surprise"

Jongho ♡:

• No thoughts, only buff babie

• And how he sung "sex in the morning baby" with a scary amount of aggression

• lol it makes sense that sweetie likes to play racing games on his computer

• LITerally so precious ;(

• Same trope (yes I'm a disappointment); Jongie plopped onto his lil chair with a fluffy blanket around his shoulders and headphones on that cute little head of his

• He said "I love playing car games, vroom vroom y'all 😤"

• And you said "I love playing surprise games, yes yes 😈"

• Gorl, when I tell you he squeaked out of surprise at how you turned his chair around to face you ;(

• "Uhh... Am I- Am I supposed to be looking?" He stammers, eyebrows raised and eyes locked on your bare front

• "By all means, baby," you purr, shaking your head with a familiar fondness at the boy in awe before you

• Just like Joong, he never tires of seeing you naked. He loves looking at you when you're nude, because it's when he can appreciate all aspects of you

• "Hang on, let me pause the game, I'll meet you in the bedroom"

• Getting intimate with Jongho is quite easy. He'll pretty much always say yes to sex, and it's pretty casual when you hint at it

[sidecarghost]

(x)

Proof Castiel is Sam Winchester’s blurry non-gendered spouse.

Y yo at ti, Cas.

And I, you.

Castiel honoring Dean’s wishes. And watches over Sam for the rest of his life.

Spn 11x23 Alpha and Omega

CAS: I could go with you.

DEAN: No, I got to do this alone. Listen, if—when—when this works, Sam—he's gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

CAS: Of course.

DEAN: [places his hand on Cas’s shoulder] Thank you for everything.

I think Sastiel would have fun married couple adventures. And they’d both be amazing dads for their son Dean. Cas probably splits his time between cosmic duties with Jack and time with Sam. So his presence is more in the background and out of focus then attention demanding.

Sam and Cas both miss Dean terribly, but they accept Dean just wasn’t ready to flip that hourglass over one more time for a chance at a normal life. And even though they can’t understand it they respect that it was Dean’s choice to make.

Getting married wasn’t planned by Sam and Cas, but they both consoled each other over Dean’s violent passing at a young age. And Sam wanted to hunt but knew better than to hunt on his own so he prayed to Cas, and Cas came to help. When Cas learned Dean Winchester died from getting jabbed by pointy rebar he was devastated. Dean didn’t pray to him, so Cas kept his distance from Heaven. He figured Dean would call when he was ready for him. Or if he was ever ready for him.

Cas knew Dean would want Sam to have a good life, so Cas picked that as his new mission and made sure to carry foam packs to cover pointy metal wherever Sam went. Sam rolled his eyes at Cas’s attempt to baby proof the Earth but he was touched to see the angel pull himself out of his own misery to watch over Sam.

After months of monster hunting Sam told Cas he was quitting. The hunting had been a way to cope with the soul crushing sorrow of losing his brother. But hunting wasn’t who he was anymore. Castiel thought and nodded. He thought the Winchester’s had bled enough for humanity and deserved some peace.

~~ I meant to poke at this idea a little bit, but it got lengthy and remainder is under the cut. And it’s just a happy Sastiel fic pretty much following the finale without much deviation, but is meant to make the whole Sam montage less soulless. I don’t have any resolution for Dean, because Dean’s character is just ruined for me at the moment. His meaningless death in series finale still prevents me from writing anything remotely cheerful for Dean. So I’m just avoiding doing anything more than mentioning him.~~

Sam and Castiel rented a little house, because the bunker was too depressing to live in. Castiel called in a favor with Jack to expunge all the Winchester’s public records. Sam and Dean were now upstanding citizens with a spotless record. Dean’s obituary now stated he died during a construction accident while working on a barn. Castiel had a mausoleum built for the Winchester’s, and even though Dean’s remains had been burned he tracked down every molecule of scattered carbon ash that had been part of Dean and set it in his coffin. He also held a second service for the hunter that was a huge affair exactly as Dean had wished for when he faced off against Amara.

Meanwhile, Sam Winchester had started taking night courses to get his law degree and pass the bar exam. With his spotless record he was able to become a prosecuting attorney and did amazing work bringing criminals to justice within the judicial system.

Castiel ends up being really good at dog training after working with Miracle on obedience and agility training. So he starts a dog training school for pet owners to learn how to train their pets without any harsh methods.

One day around Christmas, Sam and Cas are sitting on the couch watching some lgbt hallmark Christmas movie and drinking eggnog. Cas leans his head on Sam’s chest, and they start kissing and they don’t stop. Maybe they both still missed Dean and were just looking for a distraction or maybe they both had slowly fallen in love with each other over the years. They have a small ceremony and Castiel spends the rest of his immortal life proudly bearing the Winchester last name as his own.

Angel reproduction may grant human vessels hermaphrodite sex organs or maybe Sam finds a spell that lets Cas or himself swap sex. Whatever the case, they decide to have a family and nine months later their son Dean is born. Dean is a nephilim, and he has a good heart and a kind soul just like his dads. And he also has all the selflessness and sensitivity of his deceased uncle enjoying a solitary road trip across Heaven.

Original Charlie was brought back by Jack, (along with everyone else that had sacrificed their lives and wanted to have another chance to live a normal life). Charlie buys baby Dean the most obnoxious toddler overalls ever with the name “Dean” embroidered in bright yellow across the front. Sam takes one look at them and after a fit of laughter gets ready to throw them in the trash, but Castiel starts tearing up over them and traces out the letters. Sam doesn’t have the heart to tell him how ridiculous the pants look, so he just smiles at Cas and places a hand reassuringly on Cas’s waist and hopes Dean isn’t looking down from Heaven and seeing that outfit.

Sam lives a long life, and his death occurs at an old age while in hospice care at their home. Castiel knew Sam’s life was coming to an end, and he had been keeping an eye out for the reaper that would come to collect Sam’s soul. And finally one day he sees a reaper beside the bedside of his beloved. Cas fetched their son Dean to Sam’s bedside. He wants their son to have a chance to say goodbye to Sam while he’s alive, and then Cas will accompany Sam’s soul to Heaven. Castiel watches invisibly next to the quiet reaper standing nearby. He still feels a terrible ache in his heart that Dean had missed out on growing old.

After all this time, Castiel had still never heard a prayer from Dean. Bobby had told Castiel that he mentioned to Dean his rescue by Jack from the Empty. But that Dean had taken off in the Impala after that. It seemed that Bobby couldn’t resist busting Dean’s chops about John Winchester living next door. Maybe that attempt at a joke shook Dean, and he just needed 40 years to collect himself.

Regardless of the reason for Dean’s silence, Castiel thinks about the best way to facilitate the reunion of Sam and Dean without causing Dean any distress. Castiel decides he’ll stay invisible when Sam and Dean get their reunion in Heaven. He’ll let Sam tell Dean when he is ready, or maybe Dean will ask about him and that makes him smile softly to himself.

With that settled Cas lets his attention rest on his son. He is so proud of his and Sam’s son, and he is sure Dean will be proud of his nephew too. Their son will be able to visit freely between Heaven and Earth so this goodbye isn’t the end for them. 

Sam and Cas’s son, Dean, leans over the recumbent body of Sam Winchester and kisses him goodbye and tells him it’s okay to go. Sam’s eyes close for the final time. Then, a moment later, Sam’s soul is standing next to Castiel and the reaper. All the years have vanished from Sam’s appearance, and Cas is looking at the same young man he had fallen in love with watching formulaic romcoms some 40 years ago. Their son, Dean, can still see Sam, because his nephilim abilities let him pierce the Veil. He embraces his dad, and Sam tells his son to come visit him in Heaven whenever he wants, and Sam whispers to his son to promise to take good care of Castiel for him. Their son, Dean, nods with sincerity and whispers back to his dad Sam that he’ll keep that promise for the rest of his life.

Sam turns towards Castiel and the lovers share a passionate kiss. All the chronic pain from Sam’s failing health is gone. And Cas feels a rush of excitement from Sam’s rising libido. Cas kind of wishes the reaper and his son weren’t standing right there at this moment. Sam notices Castiel’s discomfort and laughs. He then offers his husband his hand to hold. Castiel gazes at Sam’s face with eyes full of love and takes hold of Sam’s hand.

Castiel locks on to the location of Dean’s soul in Heaven. He unfurls his majestic rainbow wings and flies Sam to a few feet behind his brother on the bridge. After he sets Sam down he sees Dean smile, and he hears the brothers greet each other. Castiel remains invisible and he sees the reaper responsible for Sam nod and teleport away. Castiel feels tears come to his eyes watching the two brothers have the reunion they have deserved for so long. He watches them embrace and smiles to himself.

A moment later Castiel teleports back to his home with his son Dean. The father and son hug, and Castiel begins making plans for a celebration of the life of Sam Winchester. He wants the funeral of Sam to be the biggest ever seen in their state. Sam and Dean had been true heroes and their memory deserved no less. The mausoleum where Sam and Dean’s remains rest will be guarded for eternity by the angel that loved them beyond all logic and reason.

While Castiel makes himself busy planning, his son Dean helps tidy the house and stumbles over a board game. “Hey dad, how do you play Twister?” Dean asks. Castiel can’t resist smiling and begins to explain the rules of the game to his son. “Can we bring some of these games to Heaven when we visit dad Sam and uncle Dean?” Dean asks. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea,” Cas smiles to his son thinking back to playing “Sorry” with Dean and “Connect 4″ with Jack. He feels like those were memories from yesterday and not decades ago. But decades is barely a moment relative to the immortal life of an angel.

“These games are special, Dean, because they give us the most precious thing in the universe,” Castiel tells his son. “They give us time spent enjoying the company of our loved ones. I haven’t spent very long on Earth in the company of humanity, but in my short time here I learned that time is a gift. It’s the most precious gift we can give the people we love. And spending that time on big gestures is never as fulfilling as just all the little things we can do together. The grand gestures seems to get forgotten rather quickly by those closest to use. Big events are important for posterity and the history books, and they are important for shaping the world we live in. I want Sam and Dean to have a big, beautiful funeral so their memory lives on for the people that didn’t know them well. The big funeral isn’t so much about me honoring them, as me keeping their story alive for posterity. But honoring them is even more important to me, and I honor them with every decision I make, for every moment of the day, for the rest of my existence. I choose the selfless and sensitive choice that Dean would have chosen, and I choose the courageous and loyal choice that Sam would have chosen. Humans were never meant to be grand visions set on a pedestal, they were meant to be appreciated on a much smaller scale along with full attention to their strengths and their quirks. 

“And our life spent together hurtling through space in orbit around a star is oddly enough defined by the mundane. The simple times spent together are the treasures that we seem ideally equipped to hold close and carry on.”

[notfunnydean]

SPN Advent Calendar Day: 12

Prompt: Bow  Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel  Warnings: none Word Count: 887 Summary: Dean has a special gift for Castiel this christmas and he really hopes Castiel likes it, otherwise he would just die from embarrassment. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/27823264/chapters/68683176

“I don’t think this will work.” Dean says and he looks at himself in the mirror. He wipes his hands on the black pants, because his hands are already sweating.

“Of course it will!” Charlie says, from where she sits on his bed. Eileen is sitting next to her and they’re both painting each other’s nail. Dean shrugs a bit helpless, he always thinks he looks bad in a suit.

“Dean how many years are you in love with Castiel?” Eileen asks and Dean is even more ashamed about that. He blushes badly and even the tips of his ears grow hot.

“Ten years.” Dean says quietly. Charlie sighs loudly.

“Look Dean, I know crushing on someone is actually pretty nice and safe too, but at this point it’s just ridiculous. Don’t you wanna marry someday? Have kids?” Charlie says and Dean nods to all of this.

He knows that she’s right. She always is anyway, that’s why she’s the queen.

“We kinda have kids.” Dean says then, smiling widely when he thinks about Claire and Jack. He did kinda adopt them, but it would be nice if they could give them a little sibling as well. Claire would be a wonderful big sister, no matter how much trouble she brings.

And Jack has so much to learn himself, sometimes Dean wishes he’d be a real two-year old and he could teach him to walk and speak, just like he did with Sammy once.

“And Castiel loves you so much Dean. Everyone can see it.” Eileen says and that is the only point Dean is not sure about.

“You all always say that but he never really made a move.” Dean says and both girls roll their eyes. Dean pouts.

“He literally told you that he loves you when he was dying.” Eileen points out and Dean looks down to his shiny shoes. 

“He said he loves all of us. As in Sammy and Mom, too.” Dean says and Charlie groans loudly. Dean chuckles a bit, he loves it when she’s so dramatic.

“Course he does. But he’s in love with you. He watched over you when you slept, he always came when you called Dean. You know he left heaven and turned against his family just for you.” Charlie says and Dean knows she means well.

“I really hope so.” Dean says and Charlie gets up from the bed. She’s holding up a huge red bow and helps Dean to tie it around his neck. Dean’s smile wobbles.

He looks so stupid. 

Eileen holds both her thumb up when she sees him. Dean is not really happy with the finished look, but he really hopes that Castiel likes it.

“Go get him tiger.” Charlie says and Dean kisses both girl’s cheeks and thanks them quietly before he leaves. His stomach in knots.

*

“Dean?”

Castiel walks into the bunker and looks around. Dean had texted him that he should be here at 4pm. He’s a little late, but Dean is nowhere to be seen.

Instead there is a huge tree in the war room. It looks wonderful and Castiel carefully strokes over one of the ornaments. He really likes all those colorful lights.

“Hey Cas.”

Castiel turns around to see Dean standing under the stairs. He looks really good, but Castiel is confused why he’s wearing a suit. Maybe he needs his help for another hunt?

“Hello Dean.” Castiel says and he can’t help but smile. He had missed Dean even though he was only gone for two days. He always misses the hunter, Castiel had known about his feelings for years by now but had never really acted on it. 

“I’m glad you came, because I got something for you.” Dean says and he seems so nervous. He wipes his hands on his suit pants more than once and Castiel can’t help but frown. He hopes Dean doesn’t have another date.

“Okay.” 

“I know it’s not Christmas but I wanted to give you your gift a bit early.” Dean says and he stutters over a few words. 

“Oh, but Dean I don’t have your gift with me.” Castiel tries to protest but Dean just comes closer and actually takes Castiel’s hands into his own. 

Castiel is mostly surprised because Dean often does something like that. Castiel knows Dean is touch starved as Sam calls it, but Dean always pretends he doesn’t need soft touches or anything.

“What is it?” Castiel whispers.

“My… It’s me Cas. My heart and my love and everything I can give you and - and I know it’s not a lot, but I’m in love with you, Castiel. And I… I can’t do this anymore. I need you.” Dean says and Castiel’s heart seems to stop.

“What?” Castiel whispers and Dean slowly tears up. Castiel is frozen, still holding Dean’s hand and now he understands the red bow around Dean’s neck. As the first tear drops down Dean’s beautiful face and his face crumbles, Castiel finally moves.

He kisses Dean.

“I love you too. Dean this is the best present I’ve ever gotten and I just want to give you the same thing back. I’m yours.” Castiel says, when he needs to breath again.

Dean smiles through his tears and Castiel had never seen something more beautiful. And now it was all his.

[thatsamericano]

The Unawesome Assumption

Characters/Pairing: Awesome Trio (Denmark, Prussia, and America), with America having an obvious crush on Romano and established Gerita. If you squint, there might be mild implications of one-sided Pruita and Prumano. Also mentions of Spamano, but that’s pretty much all in America’s paranoid brain. (Note that America does rant about the idea of Spamano in an anti-ish way, but it’s based on jealousy. I have nothing against Spamano shippers.)

Summary: The Awesome Trio is enjoying a day out at a carnival when America gets a phone call from “Little Italy” and acts strangely during the call. Believing that “Little Italy” is his brother’s boyfriend, Prussia warns America that Italy is off limits and gets a response he wasn’t expecting.

Rating: Teen for some crude sexual humor, cursing, and mentions of violence

Word Count: 1971

Notes: Credit to @bitchapalooza for the idea of what the Awesome Trio would do when hanging out together, including some specific details that got mentioned in this story. This will be posted on my AO3 account soon, if you’d rather read or comment there.

America took a bite of the snack he had just purchased from the carnival booth and made a satisfied noise. “Damn, these things are good. I swear, deep frying an Oreo just makes it better.”

Denmark grinned at him. “Try dipping it in that huge Slurpie you’re holding.”

America dipped his deep-fried Oreo into the Slurpie, took a bite, then closed his eyes and moaned in a way that was, quite frankly, obscene. “Holy shit! It’s like a flavor orgasm in my mouth!”

Prussia laughed at him. “You like having orgasms in your mouth, Al?”

America’s face turned red as Denmark joined in on the snickering too. “Shut up, dude! You know what I meant!”

Prussia reached over and ruffled America’s hair fondly. “Of course we do, kiddo.” America wasn’t really a kid anymore, but he was younger than Prussia and Denmark, and not just in physical age. And as far as Prussia was aware, America had never been in a relationship or done anything that would involve orgasms in his mouth. Maybe he just wasn’t into people that way, Prussia mused.

America rolled his eyes. “Whatever. What do you guys want to do next?”

Denmark glanced around. “It looks like there’s a petting zoo over there,” he said, pointing with his index finger. “That could be fun.”

“I’m up for it,” Prussia agreed. They’d already done most of the rides anyway, and seriously, who would pass up the opportunity to pet a cute farm animal? Not Prussia.

America nodded too, and they all started heading towards the petting zoo, which was a fair distance away from the deep-fried Oreo booth. Right after they finished up their deep-fried Oreos, an old-fashioned song began to play. Old-fashioned as in more than 50 years old, but still played often enough that most people could recognize it from the first line.

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore

Prussia looked around in confusion, wondering what could have been playing a Dean Martin song over carnival music and kids running around and screaming with delight. “Does this place have an Italy-themed booth?” Prussia wondered aloud.

“I think it’s coming from America,” Denmark replied. When Prussia glanced at him, America was scrambling to retrieve his cell phone from his jeans pocket and trying to shift a giant inflatable alien he had won at the bottle shooting booth into his other arm at the same time. In the process, his cell phone bounced out of his pocket and fell to the ground, but the screen didn’t crack. Denmark swooped in to pick up the phone before America could bend down to get it.

His eyebrows lifted in amusement as he read the contact name on the screen. “Little Italy is calling you?”

America scowled, face flushing just as red as it had earlier when Prussia had been teasing him about his accidental sexual innuendo. Prussia felt a strange, foreboding sense that something just wasn’t right. “Give me back my phone, Denmark.”

“Sure.” Denmark handed the phone over. “Wouldn’t want to keep little Italy waiting, huh?”

America shot Denmark an irritated glare as he answered the call. But as soon as Italy started speaking to him, America smiled fondly and took a few steps away so he could speak to Italy without Denmark and Prussia overhearing everything he said.

“Well, that was weird,” Denmark said.

Prussia’s eyes narrowed as he watched America talking to Italy. “Ja, it was.” America had a lot of customized ringtones for his cell phone, and it made sense that he would have one for Italy. But Prussia had never heard America’s phone ringing with a love song before. And America’s demeanor was strange too. Prussia had spent a lot of time around America, and he wasn’t normally this quiet. He smiled often, but it was a big, bright grin, not the small, almost shy smile on his face now. Did America have a crush on Italy? If he did, Prussia couldn’t really blame him. Both of the Italian brothers were cute, and Italy was especially sweet and adorable. But Italy was Germany’s boyfriend. Everyone knew that. America knew that.

America giggled in response to something Italy said. “Aww, Vene, you worry too much! I doubt I’m gonna get sick from the carnival food. But if I did, I wouldn’t mind having you nurse me back to health. I know you’d take great care of me.”

“Dude. Isn’t Italy dating your little brother?” Denmark whispered in a worried tone of voice.

“He is,” Prussia answered, nearly growling out the words. “And if America keeps talking to him like that, I’m gonna have to beat him so badly he won’t be able to walk for the next two weeks.” America was clearly picturing Italy “taking care of him” in more than just in a medical way. He was flirting with Ludwig’s boyfriend, and that was an incredibly stupid thing to do right in front of Prussia. Gilbert would protect his baby brother with his life, and he would not allow anyone to hurt him by attempting to lure Feliciano away. Not even one of his closest friends.

America talked to Italy for a couple more minutes, but Prussia didn’t overhear anything else he said, other than the goodbye that was way too affectionate for a friend. America hung up the phone and walked back towards Denmark and Prussia with a content expression on his face, and Prussia immediately began to question him.

“What the fuck were you just doing?”

America’s eyes widened. “What do you mean? I answered a phone call?”

“We saw you trying to flirt with Italy over the phone,” Denmark explained. “Your attempt was so cheesy I doubt it was effective, but it was also really obvious. Iceland’s puffin could have picked up on what you were doing.”

“What? Dude, that’s crazy! I don’t like Vene that way.” America wheezed with phony laughter, and he shifted his gaze around like he always did when he was attempting to lie. America was a notoriously horrible liar, and that’s why Denmark and Prussia usually got the beers for Alfred if they wanted to hang out in the US and drink together. America might have an excellent fake ID that said he was 21, but no bartender would believe Alfred when he showed them his ID with such a guilty expression. And Prussia didn’t believe him now.

“Listen, I don’t care if you’ve got some silly little crush on Italy,” Prussia told him. “That’s something you can’t help. But you can’t talk to him like that ever again. Italy is off limits.” Gilbert thought he was being incredibly reasonable, given the circumstances. The fact that America wasn’t lying on the ground bleeding was a goddamn miracle.

But apparently, America didn’t see it that way. He scoffed and put his hands on his hips. “Off limits? Why? Because you’ve got a thing for him? You can’t claim dibs on a person, Gil. That’s not how it works.”

“What?! No, this isn’t about me!” Why the hell would America even think that?

“Oh, I see. This is about Spain.” America’s lip curled into a disgusted sneer, but before Prussia could interrupt to correct America’s bizarre assumption, he continued, launching into a tirade against Prussia and Spain. “I guess he’s your real friend, and I’m not! It doesn’t matter how I feel, because Spain has a permanent claim on Vene just because he’s known him for longer. Well, you know something, I think you’re full of shit! And I think it’s up to Vene who he wants to be with! Maybe he wouldn’t want to be with the guy who fucking raised him from the time he was a toddler! But guess even considering that makes me the crazy one!”

Prussia was aware of some nearby humans turning to stare at them in surprise, and many of them seemed almost as shocked as the lady who guessed people’s ages had been when Denmark told her his real age. But he was pretty startled too, because America was much more bitter than he had been expecting. Prussia was also startled by the realization that his righteous anger had all been based on a ridiculous misunderstanding.

“Really, Spain too?” Denmark murmured. “I don’t get it. Is Italy emitting some kind of magic love pheromones or something?”

Prussia shook his head without taking his eyes off America. “He wasn’t talking about Italy. He was talking about Italy’s brother. Romano.”

America’s face cleared in understanding. “Oh… oh! You thought I was talking about North Italy! No wonder you got so mad at me!”

Prussia nodded and chuckled a little, at both himself and the situation. “You didn’t exactly help when you started calling him ‘Vinny.’ I thought that was short for Veneziano.”

“No, dude, that’s based on his human name, Savino. I started calling him that back when we lived together.” America sounded pretty damn nostalgic, and Prussia felt a little silly for assuming Alfred had been talking to Feliciano. He’d sounded nostalgic about the 1920s before, but Prussia had assumed it was just a friendship thing.

“Did you come up with the Little Italy thing around then too?” Denmark asked.

“Yeah.” America smiled, and his eyes went all soft, like he was staring at the world’s most adorable kitten. “It’s not just ‘cause he’s little compared to me, though he is. It’s ‘cause most of the people who lived in those neighborhoods were from his part of Italy. It would feel pretty weird to call North Italy that.”

Prussia rolled his eyes as all three of them started walking towards the petting zoo again. “Right, and we’re supposed to believe you don’t have a crush on him?”

“I don’t!” America insisted. “I swear.”

Denmark snorted. “Okay, then why’d you pick that song to be his ringtone?”

“Well, it mentions Naples. It’s a nice song, and it reminds me of Romano. Honestly, you guys should’ve known I was talking to him based on the ringtone alone.”

Prussia exchanged a smirk with Denmark. “He knows where Naples is, but I bet he couldn’t locate either of us on a map.”

“That’s not true! I know for a fact that Prussia is East Germany. Denmark is directly to the left of Finland and right above Norway.”

Denmark burst into a fit of raucous laughter, and Prussia did too. America sounded so confident about Denmark’s location even though he was completely off, and it was hilarious.

America pouted as they all got in line behind a group of children. “You guys are mean.”

Denmark shoved America’s shoulder playfully. “Cheer up, Al. We’re just teasing you a little.”

“Yeah. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about with Spain,” Prussia added. “I mean, sure, he might go overprotective on you if you try to date Romano, but I don’t think he’s into him like that. So, you’re in the clear there.”

For someone who had denied having a crush on Romano twice in the past few minutes, America looked incredibly relieved that Spain was not going to be romantic competition for him. But then, the guy running the little petting zoo announced that the next person in line would get a chance to milk a goat, and Denmark pushed past multiple children to the front of the line, so Prussia naturally turned his attention to that. The man running the zoo had a flabbergasted expression on his face as Denmark ran up to him and the goat, and both America and Prussia found it hysterical. This carnival was turning out to be one of the most awesome things Prussia had done in a while, and he was glad he got to hang out with his friends today and make entertaining memories like this one.

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 6: College AU

Kisses | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 1227 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, College AU, Fluff Summary: Some Hershey's Kisses, a misunderstanding and a very flustered Dean.

Where the Skies Are Blue | @deservetobesaved

Rating: General Word Count: 1361 Main Tags/Warnings: meet-cute, fluff, mutual pining Summary: Dean is mesmerized by a boy in class, but he doesn't show up again, much to Dean's dismay. (Spoiler Alert: Yes, he sees him again.)

The Dare On Your Lips | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1540 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Truth or Dare, Drinking, Alcohol, Oblivious!Dean, bad flirt!Cas, Dean has the biggest crush, Kissing, Minor Misunderstandings, Fluff Summary: Dean Winchester has had the biggest crush on Castiel, but believes that Castiel isn't interested. Then on one drunken night, Dean is dared to kiss Castiel.

Raspberry Jelly | @envydean

Rating: Mature Word Count: 1729 Main Tags/Warnings: brief Dean/Cassie, No Sex, Angst, Fluff, Getting Together, unexpected bi, College AU, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, accidental (brief) voyeurism, Dean in Panties Summary: After Castiel walks in on Dean wearing a pair of panties and grinding against Cassie Robinson, an awkward (tired-brained) conversation happens that almost ruins their friendship - until it doesn't.

Everything to Me | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2607 Main Tags/Warnings: jealous Cas, insecure Cas, established relationship, love confession, college AU Summary: Dean pulls back from their kiss eventually, leaving Cas feeling way more than just a little horny, and also honestly very empty. Dean looks gorgeous with those stupid rainbow lights casting colorful streaks on his cheeks in the dark room. He looks gorgeous all the time, actually, and Cas is allowed to tell him now, so he does. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says, against the loud music and noise around them, and Dean’s giddy-wide smile makes him even prettier. “So are you,” Dean calls back over the music with a twinkle in his eyes, and then he leans in for another short little kiss. “I’ll grab us some drinks, be back in a minute.” And then he turns around and saunters across the room towards where Charlie turned her cabinet and lunch table into a bar. If Cas wasn’t sure that Dean’s shaking his ass on purpose just by watching him walk away, the wink Dean sends him when he looks back over his shoulder is enough to convince him. For a little while, he just stands there and watches as Dean orders them drinks from the barkeeper Charlie rented for the party. Cas can’t help but consider how he looks, tall, huge muscles, wild dark hair and a blinding smile — just Dean’s type.

Extra Credit | @tobythewise

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2837 Main Tags/Warnings: Professor Castiel, College Student Dean, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Rimming, Dom/Sub Undertones Summary: After Dean turns in a less than perfect paper, his professor, Mr. Novak, allows him an opportunity for extra credit. Dean REALLY wants that A.

Stargazing Has A Noble History | @jemariel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3058 Main Tags/Warnings: College AU, college party, casual sex, recreational drug use, frottage, photographer!Cas, business student!Dean, sculptor!Dean Summary: “Dean, shut up. You’re good. Have you seen yourself? You have an eye for dynamic lines and -- look, you’re obviously talented. Why aren’t you taking advantage of that?” The night air is growing cooler but Dean’s face feels like a red hot poker. “That’s what Ellen keeps telling me.” “Ellen? Ellen Harvelle? How do you know Ellen?” “She teaches my sculpting class. I had to take an elective, so.” He shrugs. “And how are you enjoying it?” Dean shakes his head. “I love it."" A first.

I Saw You | @kitmistry

Rating: General Word Count: 5899 Main Tags/Warnings: Secret Admirer, Mutual Pining, Fluff Summary: ISawYou: The newspaper column that has made every student on campus look each other in the eyes. Dean has never paid any attention to the messages posted on the newspaper, but everything changes when Charlie finds one that she insists just has to be about him. Or the one where Dean has a secret admirer.

La Vie A Plus | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: General Word Count: 6260 Main Tags/Warnings: Asexual!Castiel, Artist!Castiel, Pining Summary: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.

Hue Burn | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7594 Main Tags/Warnings: Synesthesia, Radio Host!Castiel, Artist!Dean, Summary: Castiel lives in a world of colour and sound, endlessly intertwined like two parts of a whole. As a radio broadcasting student, he runs a small segment on their campus radio program in the evening - and with help from his synaesthesia - tries to make the program more interesting by bringing in a little bit of colour. Castiel views his synaesthesia as both a gift and a curse, but after a chance encounter with a mysterious, stunning, golden-green voice, he's starting to think that it's more of the former.

Dear Virgo | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: General Word Count: 9970 Main Tags/Warnings: Asexual Castiel, Soccer Player Castiel, Journalist Dean, Summary: Dean Winchester is a journalism major planning to coast his last year by mostly just sticking to writing the campus newspaper's daily horoscopes, and he almost succeeds. Enter Castiel Novak, captain of the soccer team, and his next interview appointment. It's obvious from the start that there's something between them, but things don't quite go as Dean first hopes, and he ends up learning a lot more about Castiel than he ever planned on - luckily for him.

Honesty Is All About The Timing | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12017 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe Alternate Universe - College/University Childhood Friends Misunderstandings Bisexual Dean Winchester Gay Castiel (Supernatural) Drunk Blow Jobs Slow Burn Happy Ending Summary: Cas Novak and Dean Winchester were inseparable best friends since grade school, but Dean's father moves Dean away when they get to high school. They connect again in college, but neither of them have been exactly honest about their sexual orientation. Not using their words leads to misunderstandings, then problems, then...?

A Study in Motion | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 24094 Main Tags/Warnings: Photographer!Castiel, Ice Skater!Dean, College AU Summary: Castiel Novak’s one true passion is photography, though he’s still considered just an amateur with dreams of something more. When one of his professors gives the class the assignment of effortlessly capturing the idea of motion in a photograph, Castiel finds himself without a muse until his study partner, one Sam Winchester, volunteers his brother - a professional figure skater with dreams of his own and a past that held him back.

The Stars, They Shine | kradarua (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 52953 Main Tags/Warnings: Theatre, Homophobia, Misappropriated Christianity, Astronomer!Castiel, Accidental Actor!Dean, Gay Panic, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time, Minor Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Minor Castiel/Meg Masters, Top Dean/Bottom Castiel Summary: Engineer-in-training Dean Winchester just wants to work on cars. Astronomer Castiel Novak spends his time holed up in the school’s observatory looking at the stars and trying to piece together his dissertation. They’ve never had any reason to cross paths. Not until they get roped into participating in the college theatre group, anyway. When Lisa invites Dean to join her at the mass meeting, he can’t say no to a pretty face. But the joke is on Dean when he accidentally lands the male lead and has to come to terms with memorizing lines and trying not to make a fool of himself on stage. Moreover, despite his best attempts to stay interested in Lisa, there’s no denying the strange gravitational pull he feels around Castiel. Castiel is just here to prove to Charlie that he’s capable of doing something besides research; it should be easy, except he finds himself becoming interested in Dean in a way he really did not expect. Dean is trying to navigate being way outside his skill set; Castiel just wants to hold onto his scholarship without pissing off the religious organization that gave it to him. It’s going to be a long semester, especially if Dean keeps forgetting his goddamn lines. The show must go on!

Evangelist | @valleydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 334403 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/UniversityCollege, Drinking, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, Minor Character Death, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Demisexual Castiel (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Break Up, Rich Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel's Family is Rich (Supernatural), Corporate Espionage, down with capitalism tbh, Near Death Experiences, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), References to Drugs, References to Abuse, References to Depression, Frat Parties, Poker, Roman Catholicism, Homophobia, Fire, Gambling, Drunkenness, Drunken Flirting, Drunken Kissing, Slow Dancing, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Bartender Dean Winchester, College | University Student Castiel (Supernatural), Student Castiel (Supernatural), Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Jealous Dean Winchester, Jealous Castiel (Supernatural), Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, a frankly ridiculous amount of references to abraham lincoln vampire hunter, Secret Relationship, ALSO!! the megstiel is not explicit! Summary: In Lawrence, the Novak family owns more than god. Castiel is expected to graduate with a business degree, become a community leader, meet a nice girl, and one day help run the family business, Evangelist, Inc. Then he meets Dean Winchester, who vehemently opposes everything Evangelist stands for. When Dean’s need for cash to pay the bills leads him down a risky path, both he and Castiel learn there may be more to Evangelist than philanthropy and good will.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

written for anon who asked for a fic where dean has a huge crush on cas, cas is asexual, and that changes nothing :) happy ace week <3

Dean finds out his crush is asexual, one fine Monday in a group chat — when everyone's wishing Castiel a >>> happy ace week. And it's not the most ideal setting, but at least now he has a timeframe to figure out his next move within.

(Figure out how to ask the most beautiful, awesomest dork on campus out. During Ace Week — because it's memorable that way, that's why. Basically, look into those unbelievably blue eyes, and somehow manage the words, "Please go out with me, Cas. Please." (but less lame, hopefully) without spontaneously combusting.

Easy.

Sure, he wants to flee already, but easy. Stupid, glorious eyes, laugh, voice — nope. No drifting away, Winchester. Easy.

He's got this.)

Charlie's a blessing, and it's not like Dean didn't know that already, but it feels like a realization of even greater magnitude when she sits with him through coffee after coffee, patiently (and kindly) dismissing his ideas.

It is what it fucking is.

Charlie's a blessing, and Dean Winchester is a chick-flick-saturated, ridiculous romantic.

("You've got to remember." She'd stressed, sympathetically. "Grand gestures can't be how it begins. We don't even know yet if he's a Blue French Horn kind of guy."

"I'm not a Blue French Horn kinda guy either."

She'd just tsked. "Well, you're a boombox serenade guy, so trust me, it evens out."

Dean had proceeded to sulk through the rest of that evening, obviously, but he'd come back to his dorm with the meaning of his best friend's words clear in his head. Lowkey it is.)

And here he was.

Parked outside Castiel's apartment — one year Dean's senior, same branch (engineering) — with sweaty palms and cold feet.

(It's not like he didn't know how stupid it was to overthink something this trivial, but also not like he could stop.)

His phone rings, and Dean jerks back to reality.

"Hello?"

"Dean, is that your car —"

Holy shit, it's Cas.

"Uh, I —" Before he can process words, or explanations, his hand decides the best move would be to turn completely incompetent at the moment, and he drops the phone. Rummaging for it immediately in the depths between the seat and the door, he feels his heart thud in his chest.

Goddammit, he hates crushes.

When he finds his phone finally, the call's ended — fucking obviously, he's such a mess — and he drops his head on the steering wheel.

Great.

Now Cas thinks he's a creep who spends time staring at random apartment buildings. Exactly the boost his confidence had needed.

He'd typically wallow a little (way) longer, but there's a knock on his window and Dean whips around to see Castiel blinking at him.

Ever the genius, Dean rushes to open the door — and freezes entirely when he sees Castiel's eyebrows pinch as the door up and slams into him.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so —" He chokes, horrified, beginning to roll down the windows but Castiel's already begun to walk to the other side, curving around the front of the Impala, laughing for some reason.

He pulls open the passenger's door, and gets in, still shaking with mirth.

"I opened my door in your face." Dean points out.

"I am aware."

Castiel returns, simple as that. He's wearing a hoodie with a local diner's logo on it — and either he won it being the millionth customer to order black coffee, or just woke up and decided to support small businesses. Either way, it's clearly overworn, bulky, and a shade of grey that matches his glasses, and he's too fucking cute for Dean's sake.

"And I'm hoping you didn't do it on purpose, because if so, I'm afraid I just defeated your motives by coming in." He adds, and Dean rolls his eyes. (Funny. Why did he have to be funny too?)

"Nah, you're always welcome."

Castiel beams. "Why thank you." At this point his eyes leave Dean's to check out his surroundings — and Dean mentally prepares himself to modestly receive compliments on his Baby, but Cas just stills, staring at the space between them.

Oh no, Dean recoils. The flowers.

"Are those —"

"Look, I can explain —"

They start at the same time, but Cas pauses, and allows Dean to go on with a hint of urgency in his frown.

And Dean — well, he does go on.

He goes on once he's picked up the bouquet, cleared his throat, and forced down the annoying heat rising to his cheeks to the best of his abilities. He goes on, holding the flowers for Cas.

"Happy Ace Week."

The tension in Castiel's brow evaporates as he brightens. "Dean."

"I - I think you're aces."

Castiel bites back a laugh, eyes shining. "That's a good gaydar you've got there. I am asexual."

"I know." Dean blushes. "And I meant the 'awesome' kind."

"They're both the awesome kind." Castiel teases.

"I know." Dean ducks his head, looks up at the other through his eyelashes. "I just meant, uh, the 'please go out with me, please' kind."

(Huh. Turns out he doesn't phrase it less lame after all. But Castiel's smiling, wide and happy, so maybe it doesn't really matter how he said it.

Of course, it will, but he doesn't know yet that this'll continue to plague him in friendly and family gatherings whenever Cas recounts their getting-together tale for posterity, but that's something else entirely.)

"You're way too adorable."

Castiel laughs, and takes the flowers from Dean — leaning in to kiss his cheek after he does, and as Dean blushes again, he knows all those coffees and embarrassment from the dismissed ideas was truly worth it.

Because anything that makes Cas look as happy as he does right now, is always going to be worth it.

Who knows, maybe the next time, he'd even show up with a less wornout pun?

"So that's a yes?"

"More of an of course." Castiel tells him as he smiles, and Dean smiles back, his insides still fluttering, but at least his chest feels warm instead of frozen.

"I can live with that."

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Lupa-Tundra thing - Hamish Duke X reader

request by @pamelalur15​: Hi can i get an imaginr with Hamish of The Order where the reader is part of The Knights and he has a huge crush on her but doesnt want to tell her.

a\n: for the sake of the fanfic I made up a hide called Lupa and she's like.. the mom friend of the hides.

"Hey" I smiled at my tall, blond, blue-eyed.. friend. Just a friend. "Hey" he smiled back. I entered the "reliquary" As Jack insisted on calling it. Hamish stood there, reading a diary he believed belonged to the former champion who was Tundra. "Journal" his voice corrected me. Even in my thoughts, he's still an arrogant prick.

He looked up from the book to catch me staring at his perfect character - With his sharp bone structure, and perfectly combed hair, and those blue eyes that looked at you like they can see right through your bullshit.

"I was just, uh, admiring the outfit. I like the pants chain, very, uh, up-to-date fashion with---" I started mumbling, embarrassed to be caught yet again. "Belt chains became popular back in the 50's, so I wouldn't necessarily call it up-to-date fashion" Hamish corrected me. I sigh and nod, "yeah, obviously, I knew that" I said, but it's the least convincing acting I've done ever since my shining moment as "tree #3" in my school's production of Peter pan.

He laughed and took one last look at the book before putting it aside.

"So, why did you call me?" I asked, biting my lips as I looked around. The place was a mess, and it looked like Hamish just did some heavy researching.  "I need your help going through these books" he said. "what?" I said, confused. "see, there are a lot of books, a lot of information. I'm one person, I can't look through it all" Hamish explained. I guess it makes sense. I grabbed the closest book and started reading it.

"do you want a drink?" Hamish offered. I was in the finale pages of "The History Of Hides", a journal of a knight from god-knows-how-many years ago. it listed known hides through-out the years and certain patterns, like Midnight sacrificing himself. I wonder if Lilith has a crush on Randall or Hamish then.

"sure" I replied, and as I started to say my favorite drink, he said the same. "-yeah, I know" he laughed, and went to make it. As I finished the book, he came back and handed me my glass. "thank you" I smiled, and he grinned back. i swear, whenever this small smile spread across his face, my heart starts to go so fast I'm scared Hamish's enhanced senses can pick that up.

"so, learned anything interesting?" he asked. "turns out Midnight usually sacrifices himself" I say, "dodged a bullet then, ha?" I laugh. "yeah, definitely" Hamish says as he took a sip of his drink. When I was accepted into the knights it was Silverback, Midnight and Lupa. Both Midnight and Lupa came out of their trunk that night, but Lupa got to me first. Silverback is sexist apparently, because according to the journal I read his hide always chooses guys.

"how about you?" I asked. "well, nothing much, it was all mentioned in the other books as well" he replied. "oh" I said, and we kept talking until my favorite song cut him mid-sentence.

"shit, Hamish, I really need to go" I said, "it's my 'go to bed already' alarm". I started searching for my bag between the piles of books. "you have an alarm for that?" he asked, and I nodded. "yes, I get really sucked into rom-coms" I confess, lowering my voice as I finally find the bag. "okay" he says, "bye then". He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a hug.

"he did what?!" Lilith screams. "oh my god, Lilith lower your voice" I sigh. "sorry" she says, giving a side-eye to a girl who looked at us weird. "anyways, yeah, it's so weird" I say. "Hamish? Hugging someone? That's not weird, that's supernatural. And coming from, you know, me, that's something" she corrects me, and I laugh. "yeah" I say, "that's some supernatural shit right there. Sam? Dean? Got your new case".

"hi" Hamish smiles at me from across the hall, and I smile back. "oh, let me help you with that" he says, rushing to me to grab my books. He sneaked in a subtle hug as he grabbed the pile in my hands, which featured Philosophy 101 or whatever it was called, a notebook for notes, a notebook for scribbles and the essay I wrote yesterday. "thanks" I say. Lilith looks at him, and then at me. "freaking supernatural" she mutters. "ha?" Hamish asks. "nothing, we just talked about the TV show, supernatural" I quickly say before Lilith will say the real topic we discussed. We arrive to class, and Hamish puts down the books at my seat, waving at me before going to the board.

"oh my god, nice move" the girl by my side whispers. "Beth, for the 100th time I am not – quote unquote – banging the professor" I sigh. "oh, I know, but he definitely wants a piece of that" she says, discussing the fact she's pointing at me by using her pencil to do that. "yeah, whatever" I reply, not interested in arguing, and she smiled with satisfaction. "just go for it, it's an easy A if you ask me" she says, and I roll my eyes. If only he meant nothing more to me.

The day was finally over, and after hanging out with the knights it was finally my time to get 'home' meaning my dorm. Hamish offered to walk me, which made Lilith look at me with wide-open eyes. When I told her what Beth said, she agreed, although she phrased it differently. "Hamish is into you, that's the only explanation" she said, and the more I heard it the more i believed it. It might just be the fact I wanted it to be true.

We walked quietly, and it was nice. The campus is so beautiful, and the moonlight makes it so… calming. Maybe it's the fact you can actually see the view and the view is not couples making out, students smoking and fighting…

"I love how the moonlight makes this place look" Hamish said. "dude, I know you're senses are sharp but you just straight up read my mind" I laughed, and so did he. "anything new you found today?" I asked, "you spent a lot of time in the reliquary-" "don't call it that, we are not giving Jack that win-" "why not?" I laugh, and he just sighs and answer my question.

"I did, yeah. Turns out the original Lupa and Tundra had an affair" he said, looking at me, "and ever since, their champions are just… drawn to each other, they always end up falling in love" he cuts the eye content I finally dared to make. "say what now?" I reply. "i- yeah no, I just made that up" he says, "I thought it would make something easier to say, but now that I am actually hearing it out loud, it's ridicules. Sounds straight out of a really bad teen drama" he says, and for once in my life I hear him nervous.

"what's the thing you wanted to say?" I ask and stop walking for two reasons: this is a serous conversation, and my dorm-building door is right next to us.

"well, (y\n), I like you. A lot, actually, and not in the same way I like the other knights" Hamish says. "oh, so like what? you like me as a-" "as a girlfriend, I hope" he cuts me off. "oh" I say, and with the lack of words I go for actions. My hand reaches for his cheek, and his hands reach for my waist.

He leans down, and I pull him closer and he pulls me into the kiss. our lips move against the other's in perfect synch, it's like the Lupa-Tundra thing wasn't made up and we are simply meant to be together.

"so you ARE banging the professor" Beth says the moment I walk into the dorm room. "I- we literally just kissed for the first time. Also, why do you know that, you fucking stocker, did you watch us from the window-" I say, and she nods with a "uh-ha". "-And he is not a professor, he's a TA" I correct her, but her satisfied smile doesn't come off. "whatever" she says and gets under her blanket. I sigh and wave at Hamish through the window. He smiles at me, and I just want to feel his lips against mine again, so I do what anyone would do and leave my room. I open the door to find Hamish with his hand in the air, ready to knock. I grab his cheeks and kiss him. "exactly what I wanted to do" he smiles into the kiss, adjusting his hands around my waist.

"go bang the TA somewhere else, I need some sleep to work on the essay, unlike you I don't bang the TA" Beth calls from under the covers, and I bite my lips trying to holdback the laughter. He smiles, "well, I should get back, Lilith and Randell must be wondering why It takes me so long" Hamish said, and gave me a short sweet kiss for goodbye. "Bye, Hamish" I say, waving, "bye Mr. Duke!" adds Beth.

[laufire]

And you know I am always here for any crumbs of the Belaatiel AU or Ruby's Terror Twins xDD

Belastiel AU

I'm trying to find stuff that I haven't told you about already xD, and that isn't too spoilery lol. Hmm. Okay. I can't resist the idea of still keeping the canon s5 Megstiel moment, since there's no reason not to. Since the fic is solely from Bela's POV I'll get creative on how she witness it/finds out about it, because a little petty jealousy is fun to write xD

I'm taking Bela along for the Endverse to meet her future self, as you know (she's going to be more openly questioning on whether it's a real future or a simulation than Dean was, but it's not going to be confirmed either way because I love the doubt. Although in fics I tend to operate on the premise that it's a genuine possible future For Reasons). The first thing she's going to ask to endverse!Bela when they're alone is if she's told her Castiel about her past, which tells you a lot of where she stands with him in the present time, that she can imagine telling him.

I'm also bringing her into the past to meet young Mary and John Winchester, because apparently I have a huge witness for Bela meeting and being affected by mothers who actually care and show devotion to their children (but then trying to dissuade them from dying for them lmao). I've written a little of this part and there's probably going to be some unintentional comedy there.

-*Anna plans to kill John and Mary to prevent the apocalypse* / Bela: hmm, the world would keep spinning so it's not a bad plan. But oh well, Sam and I are sort of friends, Castiel would be sad, and most importantly I'd still be stuck in Hell. Let's not rock the boat.

-*Sam and Dean try to convince Mary to leave John and save herself and the world* / Mary: but I'm already pregnant with Dean! / Bela: girl, that has a very easy solution.

BTW, thinking about she meeting them made me start headcanoning that she did meet future John once. He never wrote it in his little hunter journal because she conned him in a most humiliating way. She took care of keeping tabs on him so they wouldn't cross paths again because she has survival instincts (and anticipating the moment she could raid his hidden storages for occult objects lol).

The first time she wants to kiss Castiel is when he comes to let her know Alastair, the demon in charge of torture in Hell, is dead. It's not necessarily the first time she acknowledges (to herself, vaguely) that there are some pesky feelings there, but it's the first time they express themselves in such an ~earthly way lol (Castiel and earthly are two concepts she'd struggle to mix at first, probably).

Ruby's Terror Twins

For those not In The Know lol, this story was inspired by a ridiculous dream I had where Ruby yelled "I'm pregnant!" before Dean stabbed her, startling so she could grab her knife and get away. She returned later with a toddler alternately called Lucille or Angelica. I couldn't decide which name I liked better, so I made them twins. This WIP will consist of series of one-shots without following a strict chronological order, all of them cracky mixed with horrifying concepts (because kids lol).

Other than the very beginning, more focuses on Ruby and on Sam, I look forward to writing them a little more grown up, with more developed personalities. I'm even on the verge of making them grow a little faster than humans, thought not by much, so I can get there more quickly. Physically they're both brunette; Lucille has Sam's hazel eyes and Angelica Ruby's brown ones, and they'll both grow to be enormously tall.

Lucille is the """nice""" twin (kind of hate describing them like this given all the things I've seen in the Legacies fandom lol -a show that definitely influences how I think of this series a little-, but still). It's in large part a reaction to others' perception of her and her demonic nature, striving to be as gentle as possible, to make Sam proud instead of wary, to connect with people etc. She has psychic powers like Sam, and a temper she struggles to control.

Angelica is more abrasive and difficult. She went the opposite direction: if they're going to hate me for being part demon, fuck them, I'll give them demon XD. She's far less in touch with her powers, practicing magic to compensate (Rowena finds teaching her a delight lol. Ruby is a far more impatient teacher). She's very jealous of Jack and Jack-Sam (frankly, Lucille is too, but she deals with it by welcoming him with open arms. Angelica found him easier to stomach when Dean hated him and she could find some sisterly ~solidarity with Jack there). The first time Sam went to hold her she showed her demon eyes and he almost drops her xD

Family wise, they're fiercely devoted to each other, even if they often fight for their very different approaches to... anything lol. They have a complicated relationship with Ruby, who lbr would be a terrible mother xD, yet they're both huge mommy's girls at the end of the day. Huge daddy's girls too, but mommy comes first xD. They're both a bit afraid of Dean. I haven't thought that much about them meeting Mary, but I could imagine it going in different ways. OTOH grandchildren?? And half demons at that. OTOH they're kids, which might be easier for Mary to deal with than meeting their sons as older than her.

Lucille's first proto-crush was Bela (who never died in this AU cause I said so). Angelica's was Meg. They both think Castiel is incredibly cool, to almost everyone's bafflement lol. Crowley sometimes jokes about making them heirs to his throne just to piss off Sam. Their favourite family, however, is Jody, who never treated them as anything other than two kids deserving of kindness.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Warnings: Emetophilia, dirty talk, humiliation, dub-con (although not really because Sam is hella into it), and all the typical fucked up incesty shit that you'd expect for yours truly. 💋 Please read with caution, my lovelies!

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Sam hates it when Dean talks about his random hook-ups. Honestly, the last thing Sam needed was to hear his big brother explain how he'd made a girl come screaming his name. It was just nasty. Which is exactly why Dean, vindictive asshole that he was, felt the need to tell Sam every time they happened.

And Sam doesn't waste breath blaming his feelings toward the subject on everything except for his jealousy, of course. But still, all of Sam's logical reasons for wanting to plug his ears and yell "la la la la" whenever his brother was saying something ridiculously gross doesn't stop Dean from going into graphic detail. Trying to do the typical big brother thing and scar Sam for life.

Truthfully, sometimes Sam thinks Dean enjoys making him uncomfortable a little too much and he really doesn't know how to feel about it. Especially now, when they were alone. Their father off on a hunt with Bobby and nobody there to rescue Sam. No one to help Sam stomp out that hungry, red-hot flame of cruelty dancing just on the edge of Dean's laser focused stare. That hauntingly familiar smile on his big brother's lips threatening to set Sam's icy skin ablaze.

"God, Sam. She was so fucking wet for me. Barely even touched her and she was such a God damn mess when I finally got those cute little panties pulled to the side."

There's something about the dark look in Dean's brilliant green eyes that makes Sam's toes curl for all the wrong reasons. Makes him clear his throat nervously and turn his head away.

And yeah, maybe he doesn't need to throw himself on the bed with a loud huff, but he's fifteen and emotional, feeling shit he didn't even know he could feel so at the time it doesn't seem so dramatic. Despite what his big brother would say.

"Hey." There's a hint of amusement in Dean's voice and it makes Sam's stomach twist into knots. The blush on his cheeks stinging as tears of embarrassment start to well up in his eyes when he feels the mattress dip behind him. The warmth from Dean's body almost suffocating Sam as his brother snuggles up to him on the bed. Rough fingertips dancing playfully across the waistband of Sam's jeans. "Why ya gettin' so embarrassed, baby?"

God, Dean knows why, but of fucking course he'd make Sam say it out loud.

"S'gross, Dean."

"Really?" Dean asks with a filthy chuckle as he slips his hand into Sam's pants, making his little brother whimper. "Then why are you so hard right now, Sammy?"

Sam doesn't have an answer for that, except to say that his body is a God damn traitor. That was the only tangible explanation he had at the moment for feeling this way.

"Dean please, just leave me alone."

Sam's eyes are shut tight, hot tears rolling down his flushed cheeks when he feels Dean start to stroke his cock lazily. Rough pad of his brother's thumb teasing the slit, rubbing circles against it, soft but deliberate, until Sam's hips jerked upward involuntary. The younger boy unable to bite back a low, mournful groan when he feels Dean's mouth on his neck. Kissing and sucking possessively at the sensitive skin, making Sam's whole body tremble with need.

"You know what's actually kinda gross, Sammy?" Dean muses in a dark, raspy tone that sets Sam's insides on fire and leaves him gasping for air. Slim hips arching up off the mattress in desperation as Sam struggles to keep himself quiet. Something between a sob and a moan lodged in the back of his throat, choking him. "My baby brother laying here acting like a dumb slut, fucking my fist because he's so needy that he can't stop himself."

Sam's not sure if it's the malice behind Dean's words or the soul crushing shame he feels hearing them that makes him whine like a bitch in heat. Either way, it's perfectly clear that that pitiful sound was Dean's desired reaction because the older boy laughs in his ear. Grip tightening a little around Sam's throbbing cock before he speeds up his pace.

"I'm- fuck Dean, I'm gonna..."

Sam has a thousand reasons to be embarrassed, but he puts coming all over his brother's hand in less than two minutes at the very top of the list. Regret sitting landslide heavy on his chest as Dean gives his overstimulated dick one more rough, pain inducing jerk before sliding his hand out of Sam's pants. His long, skilled fingers now creamy white and sticky, visibly dripping with Sam's release.

"Jesus, Sammy. You're too fucking easy," Dean growls, low and gritty, sending a shiver down Sam's spine. He's turned a little on the bed so that he's spooning Sam from the side now, dirty fingers finding Sam's parted lips before the younger boy can stop him.

"Don't-" Sam tries to protest, but Dean doesn't give a shit. Just fucks into Sam's mouth with those filthy, come soaked fingers, sliding them slowly up the length of Sam's tongue until he reaches the back of his little brother's tight throat. Not stopping until Sam started to gag, the younger boy's whole body convulsing as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Fuck, baby." Dean looks downright predatory through Sam's teary gaze and Sam's never been more conflicted. He wants to run away, but at the same time never leave. Barely able to taste himself over the bittersweet guilt lingering on the tip of his tongue. "Do the boys at school know how disgusting you are, Sammy? Do they know that you'll do anything, no matter how sick it is, for just a little bit of attention?"

Fuck, Sam wants to scream. He wants to kick and punch and deny his brother's accusations even though they both know that Dean's right. But Sam can't dispute what Dean's saying this time, no matter how much he wants to, because he can't stop gagging. Fear and excitement twisted around his guts like barbed wire when Dean's lips crash against his. The older boy greedily licking all those unspoken lies off of his little brother's tongue as Sam tries so desperately not to throw up.

"It's okay, Sam." Dean's words are unsteady, half moaned half growled into Sam's mouth as he grinds hard against his little brother's hip. "Puke if you need to. I like seeing you all messy and embarrassed."

"Dean!" Sam hates himself for even considering the older boy's offer, fighting with all he has to control his gag reflex. Humiliation washing over him like a tidal wave when he feels his dick twitch at the mere thought of Dean getting off on this like he was.

"So easy, baby brother," Dean laughs wickedly, rubbing his nose against Sam's. "Bet all the dudes at school love how much of a freak you are."

The younger boy lets out a high-pitched whine, eyes fluttering close when Dean pushes his fingers past Sam's swollen lips again. A huge part of him eternity grateful that his big brother didn't make him admit out loud that the only person Sam has ever let see him like this was Dean.

Or more pointly, that Sam never wanted that to change.