The imprint.

Requested - yes - a Paul Lahote one where he imprints and the reader is best friends with Seth.

A/N: I suck at titles. Hope you like it!!

“Have you read it all?” Seth asked as the two of you left the classroom after a long period of biology. “It must have been over a hundred pages!”

“Of course I haven’t.” you laughed. Biology was your last class of the dat and you were glad. “Mr. Barnes gives us way to many assignments.”

It had already gotten dark outside - which wasn’t unusual since it was December. Light snow had fallen the day before and it was quite slippery.

“You got that right.” Seth chuckled as he pushed open the large doors that led outside to the parking lot. “Want me to drive you home?”

“My mom is picking me up.” you smiled as you shook your head. “Thank you, though.”

Loud and boisterous laughter was coming from the other side of the parking lot and you both turned your head.

“Ugh,” Seth muttered. “Sam’s cult.”

Your eyes scanned them over as you leaned against Seth’s car. There were five of them; all very tall, tan, buff and half naked. Only wearing a pair of boots and shorts with a very thin shirt.

“Aren’t they cold?”

“I don’t know.” Seth replied. “I heard they were on steriods.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. Of course they weren’t.

“You don’t have to wait for me.” you said, giving your best friend a pointed look. “You can go home and make sure you don’t catch a cold.”

“I don’t mind.” he smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m quite warm actually.”

“Alright,” you grinned.

In the distance you could see your moms car and you nudged Seth with your elbow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he asked and you nodded.

“See you tomorrow, wolf boy.” He rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on your cheek before getting in his car and starting the engine.

You waved at him as he drove off right as your mother pulled up in his spot.

“You idiot!” you heard a shout from where ‘Sam’s cult’ stood and you glanced towards them.

Two of them were wrestling each other - Embry and Jacob. You didn’t know them personally but you knew their faces.

You reached for the door handle but stopped mid-way when your eyes made contact with his’.

Your heart started beating at a rather hard pace as your lips parted slightly. He was gorgeous.

His eyebrows were furrowed before turning into a look of awe. The sounds of his friends were faded as if they were underwater - all he could see was you and hear your soft breathing.

He wanted to run over to you and scoop you up in his arms and hold you. He wanted to protect you and take of you. You were the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes upon and also the last. He didn’t want anyone else but you.

“Y/N?” your mother’s voice snapped you out of your trance. “Everything okay, darling?”

“Y - yeah,” you muttered, getting in the car which was much warmer than outside. “I’m fine.”

You looked at him through the window and saw that he was still staring at you. You quickly averted your eyes elsewhere as your mother revved the engine and excited the schools parking lot.

“Who was that boy?” your mother asked. “The one staring at you? They looked a bit cold, didn’t they? Are they your friends?”

“Calm down with the questions mom.” you sighed and closed your eyes. “That was Paul Lahote. He graduated last year with Jared. They were probably here to pick up their friends.”

“He seemed nice.” she smiled.

“I wouldn’t know.” you shrugged, seeing the group getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.


Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,270

Request: Could I please get a one-shot where the reader has anxiety and has repeated panic attacks late at night that are causing insomnia, and Gabriel/Castiel/Sam/Crowley find out (I don’t mind who) and help calm the reader down, or maybe try to, but can’t do anything, so after the reader calms down, it gets fluffy? Sorry for the excessive description. I’ve cleaned out all the panic attack imagines on the internet lately looking to escape my own. I don’t usually request, so. If you can’t, that’s fine! X

Warnings: Panic Attack

A/N: I freaking suck at titles, so forgive me… Also I just wanna say again that I’ve never had a panic attack so I’m not entirely sure how it feels, I mean its gotta be different for everyone, but I hope I made this as realistic and relatable as possible. Hope you feel better love, sorry this took me so freaking long to write :)

For @hey-alex-hey

Your name: submit What is this?

You walked quietly down the empty hallways of the bunker, listening to the sound of your own feet padding across the floor as you paced anxiously. Your mind was numb, and it seemed you had lost all feeling and emotion except that of anxiety, your constant companion.

In all honesty, you couldn’t remember the last time you had slept more than a few hours at a time, and you were so physically exhausted from constantly being awake that you felt as if you could lay down right now and sleep for a few years, but your mind refused to let you rest. So instead of laying down and staring at your ceiling all night, you roamed the bunker awaiting your nightly panic attack.

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Andy Biersack Imagine (I suck at titles lol)

“You and Andy would be so cute together!”

“Oh please, not again…” You chuckle lightly. Your friend had been trying to sit you and Andy up for weeks now. Andy had been one of your friends for a few years now and you wouldn’t do anything to change that.

“Oh come on! Y/N, I just feel the connection when you tell me you guys hang out, or every picture I see of you two! You can see the sparks and I swear I’m not the only one.”

“Everyone picks on me about it, but they know I never saw Andy like that.”

“Really? Not ever? Not once did you wonder what it would be like to have Andy as your boyfriend.”

“I…. well, like once or twice, but it wasn’t necessarily my fault, I had some weird dreams and I would woke up and wonder but, technically no.”

“That’s not what it sounds like.” You sigh.

“Seriously Y/N, its okay to admit you feel something with Andy, I’m not saying it because I’m judging you, Andy is a smoking hot babe, there, I said it. We all know Andy is really attractive.”

You knew this, all this information she was saying was just a repeat of the lecture she gave you about every 2 weeks.

“I know he is, he is attractive and the girl that he decides to go with is going to be one lucky girl, listen Y/F/N. You tell me the same stuff every time we have this talk about Andy. You tell me it’s okay to admit I feel something, I tell you that no matter what, Andy will always be my friend and that my past relationships ruined the friendship I had with them because when I didn’t feel the same, shit got awkward. You tell me that it’s different with Andy, that Andy wouldn’t make you feel awkward and I tell you it’s not that simple to face a guy that confessed his whole love for you and to call them friend again, you tell me that I have to feel something and give me examples, like when Andy took me to prom because I had no one, like when Andy hugs me a lot, or does little favors for me. It’s all just friendly stuff.” You finish your little rant and took a deep breathe. You were hoping you didn’t sound that rude, it just got tiring to have to keep repeating yourself.

“Y/N, I’m not trying to force you into a relationship with Andy, I’m just telling you what I know. When I say Andy isn’t the guy to make things awkward, I don’t mean if you tried a relationship and things didn’t work. Andy clearly likes you, but he’s not going to make a move because he doesn’t want to hurt you because he cares and loves you. It’s really sweet. He knows you better than I do, and I’m your best friend. He knows that all your previous relationships went sour and you felt like you couldn’t speak to them afterwards being it was too awkward, and that’s why Andy wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t want to lose you because things get awkward. He is such a sweet guy and I just wish you would see just how much he does for you, the look he gives you, and stop being clueless. Don’t forcefully push away feelings, because that’s straight up unhealthy. Now, you don’t have to listen to me, but just think back to all the stuff he does for you, think about your connection with him. I understand it’s scary to risk losing such an amazing friend for a relationship, especially when you have such a perfect connection with them, but you just need to know it’s okay.”

You sit there, processing the words she just told you. Unlike all the other times she had talked to you, it was like something in her speech registered in your brain because you didn’t feel a need to deny what she just said. Unlike any other time she had spoken to you about Andy, it really made you think about Andy.

“Hello, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m just….”

“Thinking what I said because you finally realized I’m right? Nah, just kidding about the being right part. But for real, you are thinking about it, right?”

“Yeah, I mean…. Kind of. I don’t know. I really don’t. Listen, now that you put it that way… I wouldn’t mind being with someone like Andy, I mean… he’s perfection. But what the hell on world do you think he likes me for?”

She laughs. “You’re kidding. You’re seriously asking me why he likes you? Oh Y/N, you are really overthinking now.”


“THINK ABOUT IT. I’m pretty sure Andy would take a bullet for you if it came down to it, that’s love Y/N.”

“I guess.”

“No, you know. You know Andy would do, hell he already does, anything to make sure you’re okay and happy. Isn’t that right? How many “bad days” have you had since you met Andy versus how many you had before?”

“I mean, a lot. He’s certainly changed me for the better, I’ve never really felt sad when he’s with me. He’s always made me feel like… someone cares. Someone cares for me. I feel important, wanted by Andy.”

“Exactly, that’s love Y/N, and you know it.”

“I gu- I…. I know.”

“Yep. Just think about that next time you two talk, okay? He’s just waiting for you to give him the sign that you’re mentally and physically ready for this, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something and ruin his chance. He’s waiting for the perfect time.”

“And I’m guessing I’ll know when.”

“Of course, it’s up to you. I gotta go, but just give yourself some time to think, alright? Love ya.”

“Mhmm, love ya too Y/F/N. See you later.”

You hang up and think about the conversation you just had. It was like she had knocked a hole into these walls you had built up about anything more than a friendship with Andy. You started to realize that maybe, just maybe she was right. You were nervous, you weren’t going to lie. Your past relationships were kind of shitty and it made you wonder if you even wanted one. But with Andy, you knew you could trust him, you knew you could be with him for the rest of your life and be happy. That’s when it clicked. You could be with Andy for your life and be okay with that. You were be delighted to spend your life with him. It’d be a nice adventure.

Speaking of the devil, your phone began ringing again and sure enough, it was Andy. You press the green answer button.


“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Andy, you’re just the person I needed to hear from.” You chuckle and suddenly you feel nervous, nervous? You had never felt that with Andy.

“Really? What’s up?”

“Oh nothing bad, I just… really wanted to talk to you.”

“Awh, well I’m free today, how about we go get something to eat? I’m straving.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, what at?”

“How about Claire’s diner, I meet you there in 20?”

“Sounds great, see you then.”

“See you.”

You hang up and get up quickly. You throw on a tank top and flannel, keeping on the jeans you had on and slipping on your shoes and head out the door.

20 minutes pass, you get to the diner early and pick out a booth in the back. You figured if you were going to bring up this whole thing to Andy, you wanted to in privacy.

For the first time in the years you known Andy, this was probably the most nervous you been. You had no idea what to say or how to say it. It was like waiting for the doctor to call your name out, nerve wrecking.

You hear the bell chime and see the tall and lanky boy looking around. You wave as he looks in your direction and he smiles, walking over to you.

“Hello love.” He sing songs, giving you a small hug before sitting across from you.

“Hey lanky.” You chuckle.

He smiles. “So, how was your day so far?”

You look down at your menu. “Pretty good, talked to Y/F/N for a while on the phone, you know she goes on and on.”

“She’s the one that always thinks we’re dating right? Comments all the kissy face and heart emojis on our pictures?” He chuckles and you force one.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s determined that we’re soulmates.” You realize that you say it a little too jokingly and regret it.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you’re okay.” He jokes back, smirking.

“Okay? I’m the queen and you know it.” You strike a royal pose and he laughs.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He shakes his head. “I’m a king, I could be the king to your queen, if ya know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shaking your head.

“How do you always make things sound so wrong?”

The waiter comes by and collects your orders and goes back, leaving you and Andy. You decide to keep hinting through Y/F/N, hoping he gets the hint.

“But seriously, she said we’re destined for each other. Every phone call I get….”

“She must like me then, we’ve only met a few times though.” He laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

“She knows ‘em when she sees ‘em, that’s how she met her boyfriend Damien. I remember when they first met, she told me “He’s the one for me, I know it. Just wait and see, this will be my longest relationship yet.” And almost 5 years later, they still are happy than ever. I’m waiting for him to propose to her anyday now.”

“Awh, that’s sweet. That’s honestly relationship goals right there.”

“Right? She’s amazing and in a way, I trust her with what she says, I mean, she hasn’t been wrong about things like that yet.”

“Really? So you think we might actually be soulmates?”

You shrug, suddenly your nervousness went away and you had this weird confidence.

“I don’t know, what about you?”

“I think we totally could be. I mean we’re both pretty damn awesome.” You laugh.

“No but seriously….”

“You’d be an amazing boyfriend.”

“You really think so?”

You nod, smiling. “If you spoiled her like you do me, of course.”

He chuckles. “I don’t spoil you, I just give you what you deserve.”

“Oh c’mon, I don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve having such an amazing person like you in my life, I got pretty damn lucky.”

“But Y/N, I AM the lucky one. Having someone like you in my life….”

You can’t help but smile and look down. Your orders arrive and you both take a break from talking to eat, afterwards, you both start walking out together. You get to his car and turn towards him.

“So, about our conversation…. Does your friend know something?”


He sighs but smiles. “The way you described her talking about us, it sounds a lot like what I’ve told my friends, you sure she doesn’t talk to them?” You chuckle.

“Wait, so you actually talk about me to them?”

“Of course, you’re beautiful, lovely, sweet, funny, cute. They’ve been waiting months for me to make the first move and I’ve been too damn nervous, and plus I knew you were always iffy about relationships and I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew you wanted it, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know you do easily. But Y/N, now all my cards are on the table. Yes, I’ve liked you for some time now, and I’ve waited months to tell you, but if you’re not feeling it now, understand that I will wait for you as long as you need, I’ll always be here for you waiting because… I know that I want to be with you. And I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes because I’m confessing my feelings to you. I just simply want you to know that I want you to take your time and I don’t want you to feel weird around me. I’m pretty sure you knew I felt something towards you all these weeks, but…. Yeah. I’m… I’m not sure what to say now, but there. You know everything now.”

You were speechless, but not in a bad way. You didn’t have those weird feelings like you did when everyone else confessed they liked you. Andy’s made you feel… different.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He seemed shocked by your action but quickly hugged back.

“I appreciate you telling me because I wanted to and…. I don’t know, I kept telling myself that I didn’t want to ruin anything with you because…. Well it’s happened too many time before. But now… I’m willing to give us a chance because I have a strong feeling that this is what I want, I’m pretty confident that you are who I want to spend my life with. I have basically for the past few years and… I don’t know. I love you a lot.” You laugh at the last part and so does Andy.

You connect eyes and you quickly press your lips to his, his hands grip your waist and you smile. It felt right, nothing felt wrong and everything seemed to go in bullet time. After pulling away, Andy presses a kiss to your hair.

“So we’re official, eh?” He jokes.

“Yep, can’t wait until y/f/n hears about this.”

“Same with the guys. You want a ride home, girlfriend?” You laugh and smile.

“Sure, let’s go, boyfriend.”


This is probably the longest imagine I’ve made, it’s about 2,300 words and I totally didn’t mean for it to be but I got really carried away. xD I hope you all like though, feedback is appreciated.


Summary:  Dan and Phil get snowed in causing Dan’s severe claustrophobia to resurface.  Phil’s there to calm him down.  

Word Count:  1,083

Warnings:  Mentions of being snowed in, cabin fever, claustrophobia, smut, cursing 

Tags:  The holy trinity of fanfiction; smut, fluff, angst 

A.N.:  I’m sorry my titles suck ass.  I’ll work on it.  Inspired by not having school because of snow. ^_^

Dan’s eyes flutter open slowly as I gently sway him back and forth.  "Baby, wake up.“  I say softly in case he’s hungover.  He had a lot of alcohol at the bar last night, so I’m not sure if he’ll have a head ache.  

He groans closing his eyes; rolling away from me.  "Let me sleep a little longer, pleassse.”  He whines making me smile at his childish behavior.  "It’s already 11:30, you’re going to sleep the day away.“  He rolls back towards me snuggling into my torso.  "Good morning,”  he says; opening his eyes again.  “Good afternoon.”  I correct him with a laugh making him smile.  

“There’s no better way to wake up then to wake up to your laugh.”  I smile adoringly at him before it drops slightly.  "What’s wrong?“  He asks rubbing his eye sitting up a little.  "Are you feeling alright?”  I ask; avoiding his question.

“Yeah, I feel ok.  What’s wrong?”  He questions again looking more worried by the second.  I take his hand; gently stroking the back of it with my thumb and looking down at the sheets.  "Phil, you’re scaring me.“  He says quietly lifting my head up to meet his eyes.

“D-Dan, you know how there was supposed to be a big snow storm last night?  Well there was and it snowed a lot.”  He makes a funny face; laughing lightly.  "That’s what you had to tell me?  Phil, we’re in Canada, in the winter, of course it snowed a lot.  Jesus, you’d think that you’ve never traveled before.  Are you going to tell me that it rained in London next?“  

I frown at his tone which is practically dripping with sarcasm because he doesn’t understand the severity of the situation.  "Dan, you don’t understand.  It wasn’t just some light snow storm.  It snowed forty six centimeters.”  Dan’s face drops as he finally understands what I’m saying.  "Y-You’re saying th-that we’re-“  He trails off as his face pales.  "Yes, we’re snowed in.  It’s still snowing, so they’ve advised everyone not to go outside.”  

I bite my lip gauging his reaction.  Dan’s deathly afraid of situations like this.  Being stuck in one place with no way of getting out.  You could say that he has a severe case of cabin fever.  

He closes his eyes breathing out un-evenly.  I rest my hand on his cheek, “Are you ok?”  I ask gently as his eyes open holding surprisingly no panic.  "Yeah,“ he says slowly.  My eyebrows furrow as I cock my head.  

"But I thought you hated things like this.  Being stuck.”  I say in confusion and motion to everything around us.  He smiles looking up at me.  "I do, but I’m with you so I can handle it.  We have plenty of food and water and I’m sure Canada is an expert when it comes to dealing with snow.“  I laugh nodding in agreement.

"Plus-” he smirks scooting closer to me.  "We’re together, so we’ll never get bored.“  He nuzzles into my neck and places his hand on my crotch making me yelp in surprise.  

"Seriously, Dan?  How could you be horny at a time like this?”  I try to hold back a giggle at his manic behavior.  Instead of answering my question he just pushes me back climbing on top of me kissing me slowly.

I close my eyes kissing back; completely forgetting about being snowed in.  "Mmm, Dan,“  I moan out as his lips travel down my neck biting and sucking harshly.  Great, another hickey I’ll have to cover up, I think to myself.  The annoyed thought is soon erased though when he peels my shirt off kissing down my chest.  He unbuckles my pants pulling them off quickly.  

"Wait, you’re wearing too many articles of clothing.”  He rolls his eyes before pulling his own shirt.  "You sound like a fucking fanfiction.“  He murmurs before going back to kissing down my stomach.  He palms me lightly over my boxers making me let out a small gasps.

"Fuck, get on with it Dan.”  He smirks looking up through his lashes, before hooking his fingers in my underwear and pulling them down.  He licks up my length slowly making my head fall back.  "Dan,“  I groan before tangling my hand in his hair guiding his mouth down on me.  I let out a low moan finally getting some relief.

I pull on his hair causing him to moan around me; the vibrations taking me to cloud nine.  Curses roll off my tongue as he continues bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks.  I bite my lip as I come close to the edge and grip his hair tighter pushing him down further.  He chokes slightly around me his throat constricting as I finally let go; cumming down his throat.  

Panting heavily I let go of his hair looking down at his watery eyes and swollen lips.  I pull him up kissing his lips roughly before switching our positions.  "Ooh, has dominant Phil come to play?”  He teases as I smirk at him while I hovering above him.  

I kiss down his neck already making him squirm.  My hands wander over his chest before I grab his hips squeezing them; kissing down his chest.  I pull down his pajama pants and boxers and nip at his hip bones making small red spots appear.  "Phil, please.“  

I smirk again and continue to kiss down his thighs biting them a little making his hips buck up.  "The more you whine the longer I’m going to make you wait.”  He glares down at me making me darkly chuckle.  He gulps thickly before he goes back to staring at the ceiling.

After biting a few more vibrant bruises onto his inner thighs; I relieve him by taking him into my mouth.  His eyes roll back and I hum around him making him buck his hips into my mouth.  He lets out small sounds of pleasure while I press a hand firmly down onto his stomach to keep him from writhing any further.

“Close.”  He squeaks out and I hum around him again signaling for him to cum.  He waits a few seconds before his mouth falls open and he lets out loud moans, curses, and screams of my name.  

I crawl back up beside him after he finishes kissing him sweetly on the cheek.  "I love you.“  He whispers and kisses my neck.  I pull him closer kissing the top of his head this time, "I love you too, baby.”

Inside The Night (Steve x Reader-Part One)

Author: Tierra from crowxqueenxsecretsx

Ship: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Instances of abuse, name calling, implied/attempted rape, self harm

Word Count: 889

Original Post: “The reader is an avenger and steve is secretly in love with her but she has a boyfriend. Her boyfriend is emotionally/physically abusive and reader cuts herself. Steve saves the day, and fluff!” - Anon

Author’s Notes: This one will probably be my first oneshot EVER. I don’t normally write one shots because I usually make them go longer so if there is to be a second piece to this, I will let you all know :) The title is taken from two Disturbed songs and I feel like they fit perfectly with this story… unless that’s just me feeling the Indestructible album as I write this XD Also, I have had experience with a drunken idiot so this kind of hits home for me. Betrayal sucks hard.

Title Reference: Disturbed’s “Inside The Fire” or “Devin” and “The Night”

Originally posted by hatunuzbiz

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Insecurities (Miraculous Ladybug)

I’m still keeping them underage, but not as underage. I picture Adrien and Marinette as seventeen. BUT STILL TEENS. P.S. I suck at titles.

Summary: Adrien Agreste stood out in the middle of models around him because he wasn’t as skinny, or as attractive in his mind. Marinette Dupain-Cheng found him one day upset because of his insecurities about him body and self. So, she bought body paint.

This is rated PG-13 (hell, it could almost be just PG). //throws Adrinette in your face// P.P.S I never reread over things… so isn’t edited, and apologies for mistakes!

Dedicated to @zenwisterias because she’s the air I breathe and a major role model <3 

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Master post of Fics

As requested by @sweetlikeomelia. Finally getting around to making one of these.

One Shots:

The Watch

Omelia 12x05 (because I suck at titles)

After You’re Gone

I Vow


Won’t Let You Fall



Keeping the Faith

Let You Go

Love Contract


The Picture

Adventures in Babysitting (this was supposed to be multi parted but that never happened so it’s under one shots for now)

Part One

Multi-Part Stories:

Two Pink Lines (finished) Part One  Part Two  Part Three

The Choice (on hiatus) Prelude  Part One  Part Two  Part Three

The Disney Chronicles (finished)  Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Missing Moments (chronologically from when I wrote them)




anonymous asked:

I can't get over how good the title "Force of Nature" is tbh A+ good job

ITS LITERALLY PERFECT ISNT IT??? i usually suck at titles but this one just like slapped me in the face

Hands off! ... Or Not, I Actually Like You

– A/N: I know, the title sucks, (it doesn’t seem like a title?) but, in the spirit of my first Sirius Black fic on tumblr, I let him name it (he would come up with a sucky title like that). In the mood for some HP, so I sat down with a bit of free time to write this. Hope you like it! Tagging @misswinchester221b because I know that my Stardust buddy also enjoys some marauders era!

Also, side note, there is a little moment that kind mimics the Rey/Finn “You don’t need to hold my hand!” moment from The Force Awakens. It’s rather cute, and I’m a little proud of it, not that it matters… (but really, you’d better smile at that part!!!!!!!!!)

Summary: Reader and Sirius spend a quiet evening together, though it’s not quite as romantic as it sounds. Spoiler! Though it begins with two friends, things don’t end quite as platonically as anticipated.

Pairing: Sirius x reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count:  1135  


You opened an eye. You were lying on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, just in front of the fire. To your right, a group of girls from your dormitory were studying, quizzing each other. You’d honestly gotten too bored to pay much attention. “I don’t know the answer,” you mumbled, glancing over.

Annette frowned at you, her bushy red hair shaking as she rolled her eyes. “I asked if you wanted to go down to dinner with us?”

“Oh, um,” you paused for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I should probably study some more.”

Annette looked at you for a moment, exasperated. She knew you had no intention of doing any work. Still, she stood, heading over to join the rest of the group already clambering in front of the portrait hole.

You blew air through your cheeks tiredly, closing your eyes and laying back down.

“You really gonna study?”

You didn’t even bother to open your eyes again, recognizing the voice. “Of course not.”

You heard a thump beside you as Sirius Black sat down. “You don’t look too comfortable down there.”

“Fine, then move over,” you stood and made a move to sit on the empty couch space, but Sirius smirked and pulled his feet up, sprawling across the entire length. “What are you, a first year?” you rolled your eyes and chose to sit on an armchair nearby.

“Why didn’t you go down with your friends?” Sirius questioned, kicking his legs further up the couch so that he was looking at you almost upside down.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, because I’m tired?” you yawned, almost as if on cue. “And anyway, does it matter?”

Now it was Sirius’s turn to shrug. “No. I was just wondering what the cause of you gracing me with your presence was.”

“Smooth,” you shot sarcastically. Sure, Sirius had a reputation with girls, but he’d been rather persistent with you over the past year. You paused, a thought crossing your mind. “Sirius?”

“Hm?” he hummed lightly, glancing at you.

“Why didn’t you go down with your friends? Or, admirers or, whatever.”

Sirius smirked at your last comment. “First of all, I don’t really eat with my- what did you call them? Admirers? And secondly, I figured a nice lady like you shouldn’t be left all to her lonely self,” he winked slightly, and you rolled your eyes.

“Well, you might as well go down now, cause I’m skipping dinner. I’m not hungry,” you sighed.

He shook his head. “Me neither.”

You groaned inwardly, not sure how you could quite keep the sarcastic comments coming all night. Sure, you enjoyed the playful banter with your friend rather often, but tonight you felt more like being alone. Shifting around in the chair, you shot up quickly as you realized there was a spider one of the armrests. “Get- move!” you shot at Sirius as you sped over to the couch, shoving him over.

“What, you afraid of a little spider?” he grinned, obviously delighted at this turn of events.

“Let’s just say I’ve had bad experiences with them in the past,” you muttered, your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

Sirius laughed. “Of course you have. And anyway, like I said, a lady like you shouldn’t be left alone.”

You shivered slightly, your body instinctively reacting to the encounter with the spider. Sirius, however, mistook the action for you being cold. An arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Sirius,” you protested immediately, moving away slightly.

He removed his arm, raising his hands in an “I’m innocent” gesture. “Purely platonic,” he promised.

You huffed indignantly, unconvinced. Still, you scooted down, your shoulders brushing as you found a comfortable position. “I don’t believe you,” you murmured tiredly.

“About what?” Sirius questioned, his voice by your ear.

“A lot of things,” you heard him laugh fondly before drifting off. A little while later, you awoke to the sight of the crackling fire, your eyes adjusting to the orange lighting for a moment. You realized that you were leaning almost completely against Sirius, your head on his shoulder. Sitting up immediately, you put a hand to your temple at the headrush.

“See, that’s never a good idea,” his teasing voice caused you to frown more.

You stood, tilting your head at him. “Ever the sympathetic.”

Sirius spread his hands out. “It’s true,” he stood as well, turning toward the portrait hole. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry now. Fancy a trip to the kitchens?”

You nodded, unable to deny your now grumbling stomach. The two of you wandered down the corridors, and were almost to the kitchens when a mewling sounded behind you.

Norris. Sirius mouthed to you. The patter of retreating feet alerted you to her departure. “Quick, Filch’ll be here soon,” he warned. You both began moving again, a slight hurry in your steps now.

Filch’s arrival turned out to be much sooner than anticipated, however. Hardly two minutes later, his croaking voice could be heard just down the corridor.

“He must’ve been nearby,” Sirius whispered. “C’mon,” he grabbed your hand, pulling you down a hallway to the side, one you hadn’t even noticed before. 

You barely registered what was happening. “Sirius, I don’t need you holding my hand!” Your protest went unnoticed. Through a couple of doorways, down a flight of stairs, and around quite a few corners, the two of you finally arrived just outside the kitchens.

“How did you… ?” you looked at Sirius, admiration and confusion in your gaze.

He shrugged. “I know my way around.”

“I know, but- ” you stopped as you realized that he was still holding your hand. Tugging it away, you furrowed your brows slightly. You were opening your mouth to say something when a noise sounded in the corridor behind you. Sirius pulled you further into the shadows, his hand gripping yours again. After a minute or two, the silence prevailed, and you shook your head. It had been nothing.

“Okay, we can go now,” Sirius murmured quietly. The two of you looked down, and, seeing that your hands were still together, he began to pull away.

Your grip tightened, and you smiled as he looked at you, unsure. “It’s fine.”

He smiled too, leading you back toward the kitchens.

“And Sirius?”

He glanced down at you. “Yeah?”

“Thanks,” you stretched up on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek.

Sirius’s face was blank for a second, not quite registering was had just happened. “For- For what?”

“A lot of things.”

Penelope and Basil's Plan

hi. i posted about a fic i wrote in school this morning (?) and this is it.

i am aware the title sucks, i never know what titles should be

word count: only 888
pairing: simon snow and basilton pitch
short summary
basil and penelope are friends. penelope knows how basil and simon feel towards each other and creates a plan to get them together.


Basil sat in his shared room with Simon Snow. He had a plan, but he wasn’t sure it was going to work out as planned. He was finally going to let Snow know how he feels.

Of course, he had Penelope Bunce, Snow’s best friend, helping him. Penelope knows Simon feels the same way towards Basil as Basil does towards Snow, and she was determined to get the two together.

Penelope had never really talked to Basil before. That was until the three had been paired up for a project. Basil and Simon had decided not to attempt to kill each other while working on said project.

Penelope had started talking to Basil — she couldn’t see why Simon thought he was so evil — and the pair became close. Of course, Simon didn’t know about this, so the two barely talked. Though, when they could, they put together this plan for Basil and Simon to finally date.

Penelope was the one who brought up the idea. She had come running towards Basil after class one day.

“Basil! Basil!” She had yelled, running toward him in the hall, “I need to talk to you.” She was breathing heavily and walking with Basil.

“Hello, Penelope.”

“I thought you’d like to know? I just found out Simon also likes you — he didn’t tell me, but it’s quite obvious. Anyway, I know how to get you two together.” She was now smiling, obviously happy with this plan.

“And how is that, exactly?”

“Well, first, you need to start getting Simon to realize you are a vampire,” she said vampire very quiet, “It shouldn’t be too hard, though, he’s already suspecting something. Anyway, it will eventually get to the point where he’ll start following you to the Catacombs and when he finally confronts you, that’ll be when you make a move and we’ll all be happy.” Penelope’s smile had grown.

“What do you get out of this?”

“The satisfaction of knowing my two best friends have completely fallen in love and are finally able to express it.”

“You’re sure this will work?”


Snow had been following basil to the Catacombs for a few weeks now, but has yet to confront him. Basil had been lying in bed all day, and when Penelope had come running in, he wasn’t surprised.

“Basil,” She was breathing heavy again, “Simon was just telling me how positive he is that you’re a vampire.”

“You think he’ll finally tell me how evil I am?” He made finger quotes as he said “evil”.

“No, I have another idea. You will tell Simon you know he’s there.”

“That should work.”

“Great. I have to go because Simon should be on his way back now.” She was halfway out the door when she turned around and said, “Tomorrow, you two are telling me everything.” And then, she was gone.

Basil had lied there for a while longer. When Snow had walked into the room, he didn’t do anything. Though, Basil could basically hear Snow roll his eyes. He probably picked that up from Penelope, Basil thought.

Basil didn’t get up until it was well past ten at night. He headed straight for the Catacombs and Snow was obviously following him. Basil had wandered around for a while, not draining any of the rats. (He didn’t want Snow watching him.)

Basil eventually stopped, leaning against a wall.

“I know you’re there, Snow.” And Basil turned around to see Simon Snow standing there, shock visible on his face.

“I know why you’re down here.” Simon stated.

“Do you?”

“Yes. I know what you are.”

“And what am I?” Basil walked towards Snow, a smirk on his face.

“You’re… You’re a — ” Snow’s fave was red before Basil kissed him, and even more so after. “Vampire,0 Snow breathed after Basil pulled away.

“I don’t see anything bad about being a vampire.”

“You….” Simon tried, then sighed in defeat. Simon kissed Basil.

The pair kissed for a while longer in the Catacombs before making their way back to their room together.

“What does this make us?” Simon had asked after the two sat on Basil’s bed and kissed some more.

“What do you want to be?”


“That could work.” Basil smiled and kissed Simon again.


Simon and Basil walked to breakfast together and met Penelope at the table. She had the widest smile on her face when she saw the two walking together.

“I told you it would work,” Penelope told Basil when they sat down across from her.

“What?” Simon asked, looking from Penelope to Basil.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Snow.” Basil said, then kissed Simon’s cheek. Just because he wanted to.

“It’s about time this finally happened. Basil, I expect you did what we discussed?” Penelope said, turning towards Basil once she said his name.

“Of course, Penelope. What else would I have done?”

“Wait,” Simon interrupted their conversation, “You two are friends?”

“Yes.” Basil answered.

“We have been for a while now,” Penelope explained.

“And you didn’t tell me?” Simon asked.

“No,” Penelope answered. “We have out reasons.” She smirked and Basil smiled.

“You two are weird.” Simon stated. Basil replied by laughing and kissing Simon. (Mainly his moles.) (He always wanted to do that.)

“We know,” Penelope said, now smiling, glad her two friends are finally together.

tagged by: @ravensays

Rules: using only song titles from 1 artist, cleverly answer these 10 questions. Tag 10 people at the end! 

The artist I choose is: Halsey
What is your gender?: Hurricane
Describe yourself: Young God
How do you feel?: Trouble
If you could go anywhere, where would it be?: Castle
Favourite mode of transportation: Drive
Your best friend: Ghost
Favourite time of day: Colors
If your life was a tv show, what would it be called?: Strange Love
What is life to you?: Empty Gold
Relationship status: Is There Somewhere
Your fear: Haunting

& I tag: @ravenias @glad-i-suck-at-maths @proud-to-be-a-freak @hell-of-a-circus @smalljessamine & anyone who wants to suffer :D

Dan’s Younow

Dan’s Younow (I know, I suck at titles!)

Summary : Phil wants to tell their subscribers Phan is real but Dan doesn’t want to so they make a deal. Phil can do whatever he wants to Dan during his liveshow, and if Dan gives them away they have to tell their fans, but if Dan can keep it secret Phil will drop the subject.

Warning: I guess a little bit public sex?

A/N : Well, this is just smut. I might come back one day and put some actual plot in it but until then enjoy!

Word Count : 791

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Blood Thicker than Water? (Repost from my old dev account)

Start from the beginning, she thought while stumbling into the only remaining shower stall in the devastated building, Anything, just don’t sleep. Sleep will be death. Exhaustion seeped into her mind like poison and she collapsed, weak on the stained and cracked tiles. Each breathe was a struggled gasp that sent her whole body desperately begging for more. But she didn’t dare take more than the absolute minimum out of fear and pain. Being invisible was the only hope if she failed at her mission. Ignoring the sharp flares of pain, she propped herself on one elbow and revolved the rusted handle before slumping back to the floor.

Slowly, the long-untouched pipes groaned and woke from their ages of sleep, spilling life’s precious water down on her.. Unmoving, she lay on the freezing ground trying to focus on what led her to this decrepit cleaning room. Blood pounding like an over-used bass, the memories flashed through her mind, the horrors of the day real again for another moment.

The world was an uninhabitable oven. Visible heat rose from the blacktop and nothing moved. For now. The huntress kneeled in the shade of a dying tree, and the air continued to smolder like the depths of Hades. Her whisper-light clothes clung to her sweat covered skin making her shift awkwardly, and she all but sliced herself. The blade rested at her side, seeming to itch for the battle to come and longing to kill the enemy. Waiting was the hardest part of the hunt and was what she found the most irritating. Days could pass without a single sighting, only to be gifted with a mere hour of effortless victory.

This day would no doubt be different though. Invisible, she stared down to the silent ruins in which her enemy made their base, the original city they claimed during the infection and the largest they ever did before the humans started to retaliate stood menacing and ominous. Some sign of life would be guaranteed in the scorching heat, though the huntress used “life” as loosely as possible when referring to her prey. Don’t consider them to be alive, she scolded herself constantly, doing that will cause hesitation. Out of the corner of her eye something flitted down an abandoned street and it took only moments for her to respond. Without a second thought, she flew down ready to attack while donning her jacket she used as makeshift armor. The tattered edges flapped in the wind as she neared her prey and it turned swiftly aware of the threat. The inhuman grotesque nature of the target made her stomach twist upon itself in pure disgust. Once upon a time, she wondered how it was possible for a human ever become something so foul and full of bloodlust, but that was before watching her whole school either be slaughtered or transformed.

Draw sword. Avoid razor sharp claws. Twitch in reflex. Thrust sword into its stomach. Retreat and repeat, only to the heart cavity. Watch the blue blood seep into the dust. Don’t get sick at the sight.

The routine never changes, but the face of a former acquaintance always throws a new twist in the battle. Slowly, the huntress pivoted and walked the opposite direction from her most recent kill, towards the the street she once called home. To face her fears at last, after all these years and countless deaths. Would it be worth it? Can I handle this? she questioned as the dilapidated house grew larger and more imposing. Fighting strangers didn’t require a conscience, but the closer she got to home, the cloud of her kills lingered, tugging on emotions she couldn’t allow herself to feel. People from her life before, those who once cared about her were the next targets. I will finish this, she declared while standing in front of the ancient facade of her childhood safe house. Then, without a second thought she high kicked the door in, sword in hand. They saw her coming, and were tensed to pounce like the animals they’d become. And in that moment, every ounce of training flew out the window as she stared down her now inhuman family.

Soak to the core, she winced at the haunting flashbacks of her dad lunging for her throat and her life blood. How could they do that to their own daughter? she cried watching her tears mix with the two kinds of blood. Blue mixing with red, a disturbing diluted purple was what finally trickled down the rusted drain. Once the same, but now so horribly different. If Blood is thicker than water, why is there such a contrast?


More Ways Than One

A/N: So this sort of just happened… I swear I was working on Falling For The Wrong One and then out of know where I pull this crap out of my ass but I kinda liked it soooo yeah… this is my first time posting a destiel fic and I’m not at all proud of this moment but I couldn’t help myself bc I’m becoming full of destiel trash. Also sorry for the crappy title bc I suck at that

Word Count: 1611

Dean x Castiel AU

Dean ran through the halls of the Psychology building trying to find room 382. It was his first day of classes and he was already late. He didn’t even want to take the damn psych class but it was all part of it. There was certain things he had to take in order to keep his football scholarship.

Dean Winchester was a football prodigy. He had trained all his life for this moment. He was the captain of his high school football team and the scouts had been keeping a close eye on him since he was twelve years old. His father, John Winchester played for the Rebels at Ole Miss and now he was to carry on the torch, also playing for Ole Miss.

Dean had everything he ever wanted. Football. His family. Money. A full ride. Even his girlfriend, Jo, who was also attending The University of Mississippi. What more could he ask for. Now he was going to blow it all by being late for his first class. He came to a halt in the middle of the hallway when he saw the numbers 382 above a door. He peered in at the rather small class that was sat in the desks, not filling the rather large room. The door creaked as he tried to sneak into the classroom causing everyone’s eyes to land on him, including the prof.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Winchester I presume.” the prof let out as Dean made his way to an empty chair.

“Sorry sir. Just got a little lost, won’t happen again.” Dean said with his sweetest smile, the one that could win over anyone’s heart. The prof nodded and went back to his lecture. Dean gazed around the class at all the new faces. No one was familiar. Dean wasn’t threatened by that though, he was good at making new friends. Suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder causing him to turn around.

“You’re Dean Winchester, right? That football god they’ve all been talking about.” the stranger whispered. Dean let out a soft chuckle and smiled.

“Well I wouldn’t go to that extreme.” Dean said trying to be humble like always. “But yes, I’m Dean. You are?”

“Benny Lafitte. Pleasure to meet you.” Benny said extending his hand to Dean. Dean took it and shook before turning his attention back to the professor. The hour went by pretty slow but every now and then Benny would crack a joke or something to make the time go by a little better. By the end of class Dean and Benny were acting like they had been friends for years.

“Hey.” Benny shouted at someone up the hall as him and Dean left class. “Dean, there’s someone I want you to meet.” he exclaimed as the two made their way up to the guy. As he turned around, Dean’s gaze immediately fell on the strangers piercing blue eyes. They were mesmerizing, drawing Dean in. When they finally stopped, Dean managed to snap himself out of his trance and put on his best charming smile.

“Dean this is Cas. Cas this is Dean Winchester, football god.” Benny said with a hardy laugh at the end. Cas swallowed hard as he extended a hand to Dean. Dean took it and all of a sudden felt nervous and flustered.

“Uh- h-hi.” Dean let out. He kept his charming smile, trying to act cool but this complete stranger was making him feel so… he couldn’t put it in to words. What was he doing?

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Cas smiled. Dean nodded and tried to avoid eye contact. Cas nervously took his hand back and shoved it into his pocket like his other one.

“Listen, I got to go. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Dean said as he looked up the hall to see Jo coming toward him, the biggest grin on her face that caused Dean to break in to a smile just from seeing her so happy. She ran into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, Dean gripping on to her thighs to hold her up.

“Looks like football god has it all.” Benny chuckled. Cas watched as the girls lips landed on Dean’s and he pulled her in close. For some reason he hated her automatically for that. He was jealous of her and he didn’t even know her. Or Dean. But he wanted to. He wanted to know Dean in every way possible. Just from sharing one longing look, from one hand shake, from one awkward smile, he was hooked.

“Hey! Earth to Cas!” Benny shouted at Cas causing him to snap back to reality. Cas didn’t realize he had been staring for so long. “You in there buddy?”

“Yes- yeah I’m here.” Cas sighed.

“Oh no.” Benny said looking at Cas with wide eyes.

“What?” Cas asked, confused by Benny’s expression.

“You’re falling for Winchester aren’t you?” Benny replied. Cas started to blush and turned away from Benny and started to walk up the hall. Benny caught up as they walked past Dean and Jo who were hand in hand heading the opposite direction. “You have a crush on Dean.” Benny whispered.

“Shut up Benny. I don’t, it’s not that.” Cas said keeping his gaze forward. Benny just smiled and shook his head.

“Oh boy, this isn’t good.” he chuckled.


Later on that day Cas made his way into his English Literature class only for his eyes to fall on the handsome stranger once again. His green eyes gazed up at Cas and caused him to get all nervous and flustered again. Dean flashed him his charming smile and nodded for Cas to come take a seat next to him.

“Hey.” Dean exclaimed as Cas sat down in the chair next to him. “Sorry for rushing off earlier, didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s alright.”Cas said quietly as he opened up his books and avoided eye contact.

“So, what are you majoring in?” Dean asked, attempting at small talk. Cas finally looked up at him and he swore his heart skipped a beat when he saw the bright grin on Dean’s face.

“English.” Cas spoke up. “I guess you’re here for football.”

“Yes sir.” Dean smiled.

“So you like football?” Cas said awkwardly, knowing that he asked a stupid question and regretting it immediately. Dean let out a soft chuckle and Cas almost melted. The sound was music to his ears.

“Well yeah. It’s everything to me.” Dean exclaimed. “You like football?”

“I’ve never been a huge fan.” Cas half smiled, gazing into Dean’s emerald orbs. “But I guess I could learn to like it.” he said feeling a little burst of confidence before averting his gaze down to the book on his desk.

Dean licked his lips and stared at Cas for a moment. He took note of how his hair curled behind his ears and his soft pink lips and the way his eyes flickered nervously over the pages of the book as he tried to avoid any awkwardness between the two. He was shy and quiet unlike Dean who was confident and outgoing.

“Yeah, well I really hope you do.” Dean grinned before looking up to see the prof walking into the class. Cas glanced over at Dean as a smile grew on his face. Every now and then through out the class he would share glances with Dean, a quick smile here and there. Of course it couldn’t mean anything to Dean, right? Cas had to pull himself back to reality every now and then and remember that Dean had a girlfriend. That Dean didn’t feel those butterflies in his stomach every time their eyes met each other.

But Cas didn’t know the truth. Deep down Dean was feeling something too. His heart was racing and his stomach was doing flips. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He couldn’t feel like this about a complete stranger though. He loved Jo right? Dean was confused. How did Cas make him question everything all of a sudden? Soon enough Dean was brought back to the real world when everyone started to move about and leave class.

“Dean? Are you alright?” Cas asked, putting a hand on his arm and shaking him a little. Dean’s eyes widened and he put on a small smile. Then he looked down at Cas’ hand that was still touching his arm. They shared a longing gaze before Cas pulled away, feeling a blush start on his cheeks.

“Sorry, I was uh- I was day dreaming.” Dean let out. Cas nodded and headed for the door, Dean not far behind. “So uh-um what are you doing now?” Dean asked as he walked along side Cas in the hallway.

“Going back to my dorm room.” Cas replied. Dean nudged his shoulder against Cas’ and grinned.

“C'mon, my girlfriends in class for another hour. You wanna grab a coffee or something?” Dean exclaimed, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and nervously staring down at his feet. Cas’ stomach started up again with butterflies dancing about.

“Sure.” Cas smiled over at Dean and watched as his shoulders began to relax.

“Alright, lead the way.” Dean said as he held the door open for Cas. Dean didn’t know what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to spend time with Cas. He wanted to know him. Maybe in more ways than one.

Jake Peralta Is An Amazing Detective/Genius/Father

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by artemis_west

So the title kind of sucks, but this is just a VERY short fluff piece I did toying with the idea that Jake wants kids. Which I am so totally sold on the fact that he does. There are like, three or four episodes supplying solid evidence that Jacob Peralta wants to be a dad. So this is what I did with it. Hope you enjoy!

Words: 567, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Annie: “It’s us, now. You two taught me. Till the end of the line. I’m not gonna leave you.”

(Civil war is about to happen.)


Annie Winter is my OC from this story I’m writing, something like “The Annie Winter Series” or “Winter’s Tale” (LOL! - but still I sucks with titles).

After New York’s battle in 2012, Steve Rogers lives in Washington DC trying to catch up with the modern era. An unexpected help comes in the petite form of an ordinary girl who has no superpower or special ability: but Annie Winter is funny, smart and kind, and while their friendship blossoms, Steve finds out that she’s exactly what he needs to feel less lost.

Woah, Destiel fic

Title: Don’t Pull Away (wow, I suck at titles, I’m open to ideas)

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Castiel can pinpoint the moment he knew Dean Winchester would be his best friend, but he can’t pinpoint when he fell for the same boy. Now as they face their last summer before college, Cas is determined to find out why Dean has been acting so distant. All he wanted was one last summer with his best friend, was that too much to ask?

A/N: This is another one of my kiss list ones. I really don’t know what I was writing so I’m not sure it makes total sense, but man I kinda love this kiss. Also, after this week’s episode, I’m just really feeling some destiel. Honestly. As always, please let me know what you think! I love to hear from you guys! I’m new at this and still trying to learn!

Castiel could pinpoint the moment he knew he would be best friends with Dean.

He was in second grade, and it was the time in the day when the kids would sit and read until their eyes were heavy and the teacher would no doubt have to wake a few kids up. But there was something different today, a new voice took over his thoughts threatening Amelia Bedilia’s reign on his mind. He looked up to see a boy with a mess of blonde hair that looked like he hardly brushed it,, though he could see that the boy had tried, and green eyes that pierced through the room.

Castiel knew the new boy would be sitting by him as it was the only seat available in Mrs. Pozzi’s classroom. So He let himself watch as the boy put his backpack in the cubby and grabbed his book out before making his way timidly through the room to the seat next to him. Castiel didn’t say anything at first only sat and waited, but when it became clear that the new boy wouldn’t say anything first, he decided to start the introductions.

“Hello, I’m Castiel, but you can call me Cas because everyone says Castiel is a hard name, but I don’t care.”

Dean had smiled back brighter than Cas had ever seen before answering easily

“I think it’s a pretty name! My name is Dean. It’s not as cool as yours, and I don’t like it.”

“Well I do.”

And they had spent the rest of the day reading and laughing and getting in trouble, but they hadn’t cared. Cas knew that he would have a friend from that day on and he was certainly not disappointed.

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