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anonymous asked:

Sidekick!!! Once again I come to humbly ask (beg) you for a primer on Liam's history! What are the specific devastations of 'Illusion' having been written either before or during the tour? Thank you!

OKAY BEFORE WE BEGIN I WANT TO STRESS THAT THIS IS ALL BLATANT UNFOUNDED SPECULATION, I DO NOT KNOW ANYONE’S LIVES, I DO NOT WANT ANYONE TO THINK I KNOW ANYONE’S LIVES, I PROMISE I BARELY EVEN KNOW MY OWN LIFE. But let’s get to MAKING UP SOME SHIT BASED ON WHAT LITTLE WE KNOW, because having emotions is fun:

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anonymous asked:

something with cuddling in the morning maybe? or cuddingling during the night during a thunderstorm. or just cuddling? :D

oooo i love deancas cuddles!! i went with the thunderstorm idea. thank you very much for the prompt and i hope you like the drabble c:

“Are you just… sitting here in the dark?” Dean asks as he opens the door to his and Cas’ bedroom, lighting up the room with his phone flashlight, and sees the other man sitting cross legged on their bed, the bed covers pooling at his waist.

“The power’s out,” Cas sighs as he runs a hand through his already unruly hair. Dean doesn’t think he’s gotten out of bed once yet today, if the state of Cas’ dress - or lack there of - is anything to go by. If Dean’s watch is correct it’s already after 5pm.

“Yeah, I realized that when I flicked the light switch and nothing happened,” Dean replies with a smirk as he starts to take off his wet socks.

There’s a crack of thunder followed quickly by a flash of lightning. Cas rolls his eyes at Dean’s sarcasm, but he lifts the covers up for Dean so he can crawl in bed next to him. Once Dean has stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers he presses up close to Cas.

Cas jumps away from Dean, which only causes Dean to laugh. “You’re fucking freezing, Dean! Keep your feet off of me!”

“Aw, c’mon, babe!” Dean teases, “My feet got soaked today from the rain,” he murmurs with an exaggerated pout as he reaches his arms out for Cas.

“Shouldn’t have worn your converse today then,” Cas teases back as he playfully pushes Dean’s arms away and curls up in the bed covers, trying to protect himself from Dean’s freezing toes.

“You’re so mean to me,” Dean whines, although he’s trying not to smile at how cute Cas looks curled up and scruffy with his hair going in every direction. He even still has a faint mark on his neck from the hickey Dean gave him last night.

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