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Of Shampoo and Fruit Flies - almaasi - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Single-Room Occupancy, Friendship, Secret Crush, Caring Dean, Asexuality, Asexual Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Autism Spectrum, Asperger Syndrome, Social Anxiety, Gardener Castiel, Bugs & Insects, Ducks, First Kiss, POV Dean Winchester, Illustrated


Dean’s roommate is not what anyone would call ordinary. Cas is asexual, and autistic, and he frustrates other people with his unrelentingly ‘childish’ ways – but it’s different with Dean: they have an exceptional bond, something truly profound. Dean figures Cas wouldn’t respond to the idea of a crush the way most people would, so he has no intention of telling him he’s been harbouring non-platonic feelings for him for years. Then one night everything falls to pieces: Cas overhears something he wasn’t meant to hear. Things were never normal between the two of them, but now they might never be comfortable again.

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can i please tell you about the lirry wimbledon movie au of my dreams that i need you to write

entirely the fault of this tennis video going around and this au isn’t the 60s because it’s the movie but here goes, okay?

Lights up on Liam “ranked 17th in the world during his prime which is not right now” Payne announcing in a press conference his retirement from professional tennis. He’s been playing since he was sixteen, he’s had a good run, but it’s time to hang up the racket. 

Nobody really cares.

Liam catches up in the city with childhood friend Louis, who is a little shit and always gambles against Liam, but Liam loves him anyway because Louis doesn’t let him get away with anything, no mopey shit about his ho hum career, because let’s face it. At the end of the day Liam fucking plays tennis for money, he can’t really complain.

He meets up with Ireland’s favorite son Niall Horan, who isn’t much better at tennis than Liam is, but he’s fucking Niall Horan, so literally everyone knows him and loves him. They like to train together, always hanging out, never really playing against each other, but nobody pays them much mind. Because nobody pays Liam much mind. Nobody expects Liam to go very far.

Liam’s unpacking his stuff into the swank hotel room sports agent Zayn’s gotten him for the tourney with all the other Wimbledon players. He’s half watching the television when on comes Up and Coming Tennis Ingenue Harry Styles, being interviewed on the occasion of his Very First Wimbledon (despite being English, he traitorously lives in LA). Liam knows about him, of course, like he does all of his competition, but he knows his serves and his strengths and weaknesses and how much trouble he got when he tried to wear a pink headband once, not about him.

He’s fresh off a win at the French Open, which Liam did not attend but he heard all about it from Niall. Harry’s not expected to win Wimbledon, not with the presence of Current Frontrunner, but he is expected to go far. He’s Britain’s Best Hope at the title. Harry’s charming as fuck, nobody’s surprised, but he gives the most ridiculous answers to the same seven questions everyone’s always asked. 

“What do you think you’ll do if you don’t win Wimbledon, Harry?” the interviewer asks.

“Well, I used to be a baker, so I figure I’ll probably just get back to the shops,” he drawls with a smile. They chuckle amiably. He’ll never just go back to baking. But it’s a cute joke.

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke + "I'm lost."

I have a thing for Bellamy running into Clarke (and vice versa) during her away time sue me (slightly bittersweet, like dark chocolate fluff)

send me a thing. or not. really it’s up to you i’m just the apathetic writer

Bellamy was fairly certain that he’d passed that tree before.

Several times before.

He wouldn’t exactly say that he was lost because that would mean that he had some semblance of a destination, but he had been walking around this part of the woods for the past few hours, apparently long enough that the fucking tree became familiar to him.

He huffed out an irritated breath and drew her jacket closer as she trudged through the snow. Fucking brilliant.

So there he was, in the middle of January, trudging through knee deep snow in the forest by himself with a hole in the sole of one of his boots, and no more than maybe two more rounds left in her rifle because he was the idiot who didn’t check his ammo before heading out on an impromptu escape trip from camp.

Bellamy gritted his teeth and sent a patch of snow flying through the air for no damn reason whatsoever.

Leaving camp in the middle of fucking winter for some alone time was probably the most idiotic idea he’s had in a long time. And he’s used to being told that his ideas are idiotic. Or at least he was.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and shoved his hands inside his coat pocket, kicking up more of the fresh snow as he went. He passed the tree again, and he glared at it, as though it was its fault that he’d been going in circles.

“That’s not going to do much to the tree,” a wry voice said from behind him. He jumped and held the gun out, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice.

He didn’t of course, because leaning against one of the other trees, arms crossed and exuding confidence, was Clarke Griffin. His breath caught as she stared at him, and he stared back, trying to wrap his head around that yes, this was indeed Clarke, and no he wasn’t going crazy, or ate some more weird, hallucinogenic shit that caused him to picture his heart’s greatest desire. No, this was real, she was real, standing before him in the same dirty, bloodstained clothes she had left camp in almost two months before.

She looked weary and skinnier, with bloodshot eyes that brought out the blue in her irises, and longer hair than the last time he saw her. Unlike then though, the tenseness in her shoulders had decreased a little bit, and she looked as though she wasn’t faced with quite as many ghosts as before.

“Clarke,” he nodded in greeting after he finished scrutinizing her, eyes sliding back up to hers.

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never want it to stop
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Still wanna sleep?” Louis teased, panting only inches above Harry.

Smirking, Harry let go of Louis lip and flipped them over. “No,” she admitted teasingly. Louis was panting, stunned as Harry let her hands roam up the length of Louis’ body and pin her down by her wrists. “I want you to call me daddy.”

[lesbian larry ft. daddy kink]

AO3, Smut, Oneshot, 4.6K

by: sowearegay

this ♥ fic ♥ is ♥ so ♥ perfect ♥ lesbian daddy kink ♥ is ♥ my ♥ ultimate ♥ favorite ♥ personal ♥ kink ♥ 

- Lynxh ♥

Close to You - squeemonster - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury
Additional Tags: AU, mention of past relationship: Dean/Rhonda Hurley, mention of past relationship: Dean/Aaron Bass, First Time, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, hints of Castiel/Daphne (but not really), Schmoop


The one where Dean and Castiel are vets in Vegas, and Dean’s crippling crush finally gets the best of both of them.

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in the mornings when i think about you

for when you need to get it on

i. touch ; holy other ii. the party & the after party ; the weeknd iii. fuck you all the time (shlohmo remix) ; jeremih iv. studio ; julio ee v. what you need ; the weeknd vi. hate sleeping alone ; drake vii. or nah (remix) ; ty dolla sign viii. high for this (cover) ; ellie goulding ix. often ; the weeknd x. pink matter (sivey slow burn edit) ; frank ocean xi. dnf ; p. reign feat. drake and future xii. novacane ; frank ocean xiii. earned it ; the weeknd xiv. pony (esta remix) ; ginuwine

kiss it better (do it right)

Author: taonsils @ ao3

Pairing: Zitao/Chanyeol

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Chanyeol’s uncovered eye shoots open wide and accusing before drawing back into a tight squint. “You broke my face and I have to use it tomorrow.”

[Notes: Chantao fics are so rare but fluffy, happy Chantao fics are even rarer (they’re usually angst for some reason). This was so cute!]

drearydean replied to your post:does anybody want to talk samjess ay we did that…

I need more Sam/Jess fics :( I love it when they are together but I’ve only read ones where they are side stories

AH FRIEND YES not only is it difficult to find fics that are strictly samjess (i’ve had to utilize so many filters on a03 to find fics just about them, haha) but they tend to get shoved aside or turn into a mention and  :/// plus there aren’t that many long fics about them? like i wanna read 20k of pure fluff or something ok, not 200 words. but at this point i will take anything, aha.


breakable girls and boys — The first time Robert Moore meets his daughter’s boyfriend is at Thanksgiving. The first time Dean meets his brother’s would-be father-in-law is at the funeral.

I’m Kind of Worried about Sam — Jessica survives the fire, she’s okay, she’s healing. But Sam is acting suspicious and after a while, Jess doesn’t know what to think.

No, Make Something Up — How to be honest in seven easy lessons.  An Stanford-era AU.

Quake, the Pillars of Heaven — After a ritual gone wrong, Dean expected obstacles in retrieving his brother. Jessica Moore punching him in the face hard enough to knock him off his feet was not one of them.

The Secret Life of Sam Winchester, or: Five Possible Reasons He Won’t Tell Me Anything About His Family (by Jessica L. Moore) — What I Know: Sam’s parents are named John and Mary. He has an older brother named Dean. They lived in Lawrence, Kansas until Mary died suddenly. Sam was just a baby when it happened, and Dean was four. John took his boys on the road and eighteen years later, Sam got a full ride to Stanford. He hasn’t seen or spoken to his father or brother for four years.
What I Don’t Know: Everything else.

i’m also reading this one right now (as in i just started it a few minutes before i got your reply, haha) so hey