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“Am I at ninety-four yet?”

Neil asked.

He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.

Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.

Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.

For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.

Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”

“You are at one hundred.”

anonymous asked:

46, 93, 98 Yoongi pleaseeeeeee

I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Yoongi x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “If they find out, I’ll kill you then myself.” + “You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” + "Where are your pants?”

Summary: Every time you go to work, you look out the window and see your classmate, Yoongi, jumping a fence and disappearing into the darkness. One day, you decide to follow him. To put it simply: shit hits the fan.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by rapnamu

You leaned over the counter, the used bookstore almost completely empty. The clock near the cash was a few minutes behind, but it was nearly seven o’clock. You knew that soon, if you looked to your left, you would see your mysterious classmate, Yoongi, leap over the fences across the street.

Every time you went to work, which was three times a week, you would see Yoongi appear and disappear into a shroud of darkness in nearly seconds.

At school, Yoongi had a bit of a dangerous reputation. No one actually knew if the rumours were true, but Yoongi’s standoffish behaviour and dark appearance didn’t help to dispel them. During your uneventful shifts, you often imagined what Yoongi could be doing.

You wondered if you were overthinking things, and this was just a shortcut for Yoongi to get home. But sometimes your mind wandered, and guiltily, you questioned if Yoongi was up to something dangerous. Drug deals? Vandalism? Gang stuff?

“Hey, Y/N,” your supervisor called, snapping you out of your reverie. “Suzy wants to go home early, so can you take your break now?”

“Yeah, sure,” you responded immediately, not really caring. You stepped out from behind the cash register to make way for your co-worker and made your way to the employee room in the back of the store.

Once you were in the small room, you reached for your locker and retrieved your hoodie. Throwing it over your uniform shirt, you quickly made up your mind. You were going to follow Yoongi to figure out what was really going on.

Quickly, you made your way out of the story. Taking the back exit, you found yourself in an alleyway shared with a few other nearby stores. The sun was beginning to set already, casting dark shadows in between the buildings.

As you approached the main street, you stuck close to the wall in case Yoongi was near. Just as you reached the front of your building, you caught a glimpse of a small-framed boy with bleach blond hair swinging his body over the tall, chain link fence across the street. He landed gently on his feet and continued quickly, soon becoming lost in the darkness in front of you.

Gulping, you stood rooted in place for a few moments while you considered if following Yoongi was really a good idea. But eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and you ran across the street to where Yoongi had slipped away.

The closer you got to the fence, the more daunting it looked. It was higher than you anticipated, and you wondered if you’d be able to climb it at all.

Inhaling deeply, you grabbed onto some chain links and jammed your right foot into another. With a mighty heave, you managed to lift yourself up. Foot by foot, you slowly ascended the fence, the metal links clanging loudly against the poles supporting it as you moved. Yoongi made scaling the fence look much easier than it actually was.

Eventually, when you reached the top of the fence, you were coated in a sheen sweat. Straddling the top, you glanced down at the ground, which seemed miles away. Unsure of how to disembark, you recalled Yoongi’s effortless jump over the fence.

The drop was far enough to look like it hurt, but not enough to break any bones.

Awkwardly, you repositioned your body so that your legs were dangling over the edge. With a muffled scream, you let yourself fall. Something snagged your right leg, and you heard a loud rip as you tumbled to the ground.

You landed unsteadily on your feet, quickly losing your balance and falling to the pavement. Groaning in pain, you pulled yourself back up.

A cool breeze tickled at your thigh.

Looking down, you realized that your jeans had been torn from the knee through the waistband, the denim dangling uselessly around your leg. Cursing underneath your breath, you grabbed the torn ends and pulled them together to salvage your decency.

Lifting your gaze, you realized you were standing in a dark alleyway leading in many other directions. You had no way of knowing what was waiting in the obscurity, but you had come this far, so you weren’t going to turn back. Plus, you weren’t ready to tackle that fence again.

Quietly, you began walking, the sound of your footsteps loud in the silence around you.

As you progressed, you could hear something faintly in the distance. Increasing your pace, you followed the sound. Eventually, it became louder, and the high pitched noise resembled something of the cries of an animal.

Concerned, you broke into a light jog and followed the source, which led to a narrower alleyway. The meows of what sounded like kittens was nearly deafening now, but the sight that greeted you was even more surprising.

Yoongi sat in the middle of the alley, his bodies covered in kittens, and a bowl of milk beside him. He gazed down at the small animals around him, smiling softly as the stray kittens nuzzled against him.

You couldn’t help it–you burst out laughing.

Yoongi’s head whipped up, his mouth growing slack as he saw you.

“Y/N, w-what the fuck are you doing here?” he spluttered, plucking the kittens off of him. Yoongi jumped to his feet and approached you, but he no longer seemed intimidating. You wiped away tears from your eyes. “Did you follow me? The fuck?”

“I can’t believe this,” you cried, falling into another fit of laughter. “This is so weird. I thought you’d be doing drugs or something, not nursing kittens. Man, everyone at school is so wrong. You’re a huge softie, this is hilarious!”

“If they find out, I’ll kill you then myself,” Yoongi growled, staring down at you with a menacing expression. He was still coming closer, and you backed up instinctively.

“Shit, Yoongi, I’m just joking!” you gasped. “You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!”

A soft meow interrupted you, and you looked down at your feet. One of the kittens had approached you curiously and was sitting beside your shoe, looking up at you. Your heart melted at the pink-nosed kitten, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Where are your pants?” Yoongi asked, his voice tight. When you looked down again, you noticed that your ripped pants had slipped down, and your pants were circling around your ankles.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, reaching for your pants. The kitten scampered away, startled by your shouting. “Look away! Close your eyes!”

Even in the dim lighting, you could see Yoongi’s cheeks turn red. It was futile, but you held your ripped jeans up, trying to keep the torn fabric together to hide your underwear. Faintly, you could hear Yoongi snickering.

“Shut up,” you snapped, your cheeks heating up. “We’re even now. Everything that happened here stays here. Deal?”

“Deal,” Yoongi agreed. “Can I open my eyes now?”

“Whatever,” you sighed. Kneeling down, you reached your hand toward the kittens that were slowly crowding you and Yoongi. “These kittens are so small. How long have you been taking care of them?”

A few weeks later, Yoongi approached you at school and quietly disclosed that the kittens were old enough to adopt. He offered you one, and you accepted eagerly. Later, he explained that he couldn’t keep any of them because his parents were allergic.

The other kids at school were shocked to see you and Yoongi talking, but you paid them no mind. You became much closer as time went on, bonding over your shared parenthood over Yoongi’s favourite kitten.

And if Yoongi used the cat as an excuse to start talking to you, well, no one needed to know.

- Girl in Luv

The fence thing sort of happened to me before. I jumped off a truck and my pants got stuck on something and ripped ALL THE WAY DOWN. I also grabbed onto a broken chain link once and gashed my palm open. Moral of the story: don’t jump fences or other things. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! This request was so much fun and I’m sorry I wasn’t creative enough to think of a weirder scenario :( As always, thanks for reading!

100 Ways to Say “I Love You” No. 15

“I made your favourite.”

Human!AU - slight angst with a happy ending, baking, making up


Castiel rested his head against the kitchen table with a long, strained sigh as the front door slammed closed. He knew Dean would be heading off to The Roadhouse to let off some steam. He wouldn’t drink, Castiel knew that as Dean had been sober for the past eighteen months and would probably sit in Ellen’s back office until she scorned at him enough to come back home. Castiel wished he’d never left. He wished they could hash things out like normal people rather than not talking to each other and just offering themselves to each other to reconnect.

Eventually, head aching from feeling so tense, Castiel got up. He rifled mechanically through the kitchen cupboards, pulling out ingredients to make something. He needed to do something with himself or he’ll drive himself crazy worrying over Dean. They may have argued but that didn’t mean Castiel stopped worrying over Dean.

He peeled apples and set them in a pan to boil with sugar and water and a cinnamon stick before sifting flour into Dean’s favourite mixing bowl with butter, salt and water. Kneading the dough was relaxing. Simple and mind numbing and he could feel the tension release as he baked. Laying the pastry into a tin, he blind baked it before adding the apples. Baking it with the lid on top for the final time, Castiel relaxed and a small smile graced his face as he could smell it permeating the air.

The timer beeped and he pulled the bubbling apple pie from the oven and set it upon the kitchen table. Returning to his seat Castiel stared at the steaming pie as it almost mocked him from where it sat. Of course, he’d made Dean’s favourite. Scowling at the innocent pie, Castiel didn’t even realise he’d dozed off, head resting on his crossed arms.


When Dean got back from The Roadhouse, he was exhausted, mentally and physically. He’d begged Ellen for a job to do but when she’d told him to sit in her office to cool off he’d ignored her. Instead, he let the college kid take a break and took over as dishwasher.

It was methodical and he was able to lose himself in the simple motions. If the kid sat on the chair in the corner was chatting to him, he wasn’t listening. He was thinking of every bad thing he’d said earlier that night and it ate at him.

A cuff around the back of his head by Ellen and a quick-footed teenager taking his place back had him heading home after several hours. It was dark and cold by then so opening the front door to the warming smell of apple pie was absolute heaven. Any normal circumstance he’d forget everything he wanted to say and dive right in except he spotted Castiel hunched over the kitchen table with the pie on a trivet in front of him. He was asleep and Dean knew that Castiel couldn’t be comfortable in his current position.

“Hey, Cas?” He said quietly, shaking his shoulders and pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. “Cas? Wake up…”

There was a grumble before Castiel sat up with a groan and was rubbing his neck. “ow…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Dean said.

“Dean? When did you get back?” Sleep was still curling around Castiel’s voice and it made it more gravelly than usual.

“Not long ago,” Dean told him. Dean reached out his hand for Castiel’s and the other man took it quietly. “How about we go to bed, huh?”

“Yeah, oh… I… um… I made your favourite,”

“Thank you, I love you, Cas, you know that. Not just because you make the best damn pie in the universe but I really love you, okay…”

Castiel just nodded tiredly. Dean knew they needed to talk, knew that Castiel would want to talk, but neither of them were in much of a state to do so. They’d talk in the morning – and eat pie (for breakfast because that’s just the sort of thing Dean likes to do, especially when it tastes as good as Castiel’s).

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100 Ways to Say “I Love You” No. 47

“Did you get my letter?”

Requested by @blissfulcastiel | Human!AU, reuniting, fluff with a little tiny bit of angst


The last time Castiel had seen Dean was midnight the day he left.

Stolen kisses in Castiel’s unlit bedroom, frenzied hands not wanting to let go. Castiel could still feel Dean’s hands on his bare hips underneath one of Dean’s t-shirt he’d borrowed. It no longer fit but he kept it in a drawer for safe keeping anyway.

It had been seven years. He never expected to see Dean standing in front of him once again.

It was like looking at a ghost. Dean was very much the same but different too. He was older, of course, and had a small scruff on his face and lines across his brow. His eyes were still a beautiful green but they looked tired. There was a scar on his forehead that look particularly nasty.

They stood several meters apart, seemingly unable to move towards each other. Silence engulfed them.

Castiel’s heart was beating fast as he long to run to Dean. He’d spent the last seven years wishing Dean would come back and now he had. It was obvious his brain was having a hard time coping with it.

Finally, he moved towards Dean slowly. He wondered what Dean had been up to the past seven years, if he even cared for him any longer. He’s here, so maybe. Dean had come back and he’d come back to see Cas or perhaps he’d just come to announce he had someone else. Dean wouldn’t do that, he’s not like that. Then, people change.

Castiel’s stomach ached. His gut twisted in ways he never thought possible, the excitement he’d felt when he first saw Dean’s face now twisted into agony.

They were mere inches apart, neither of them said a word but Castiel wanted to.

“Did… did you get my letter?” Castiel asked, voice barely above a whisper. He’d slipped it into Dean backpack as he left.

Dean nodded. “I came back. Just like you asked.”

I love you, Dean Winchester. Please come back.

It was the bottom line of the letter, the rest of it waxing poetic about Dean and some select memories.

Dean’s hand moved towards his back pocket and he pulled out the sheet of paper. Castiel watched his hands as he unfolded the letter, delicate from the years. The coffee mug stain was still there albeit faded. The paper was dirty, especially at the creases and there were a few greasy thumbprints of the back.

“You kept it?”

“Couldn’t get rid of it.” Dean’s eyes softened and suddenly, Castiel was embraced in a warm hug. If he wasn’t so tense, he’d have melted into Dean the moment he touched him. “I’ve been waiting to come back for a very long time.” The words were muffled into Cas’ shoulder.

Castiel didn’t really understand what that meant. Why hadn’t Dean contacted him?

Dean pulled away and looked at Castiel “Dad died three years ago. Sam went to Stanford. I had a job over in Palo Alto for a bit but Sam was doing okay on his own, ya know – he’s got a fiancé now. I was thinking maybe I wasn’t staying around for Sam anymore and maybe I was staying around just because I was putting this off. Shouldn’t have though.”

“I’m sorry about your dad,” Cas replied quietly not sure how to respond to his last comment.

“Yeah, me too. Eighteen-wheeler hit us on the freeway.”

“You were in the car!?” Cas said with concern and then he remembered the scar on Dean’s forehead.

“Yeah, I’m not convinced dad even had a chance. He was conscious when we got to the hospital but it all went downhill from there. I woke up from surgery to Sam telling me dad was gone.” Dean’s eyes were a little misty so Cas pulled him in again.

“Seems we have a lot to catch up on. Coffee?”

Dean smiled. Castiel remembered that smile like the last time he had seen it was yesterday. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Black? No sugar, no creamer, no nothing that makes it taste good?” the words rolled off his tongue with ease and suddenly it felt as if Dean had never left. There was still a gap in his heart but he hoped Dean would stay long enough to fill it again.

Dean laughed loudly. “Don’t ever change, Cas.” Dean said, grin big and eyes crinkling in the corners.

I won’t as long as you’re with me.

“Hey, Cas?” Cas turned and paused on his way to the kitchen. “I still love you, if that’s okay.”

“I meant what I said in the letter, Dean. I never stopped loving you.”

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BİR ÖZEL HAREKATÇI ABİMİZİN BİR SİTEDE PAYLAŞTIĞI BLOG YAZISI, AYNEN AKTARIYORUM: Arkadaşım pek konuşmam ama burada yazıcam. Özel Harekat polisiyim. Birincisi ben hiç bir zaman şehit, terör diye ağlamadım. Çevremdeki bir Allah’ın kulu da ağlamadı. Senin tv de gördüğün ünlüler siyasetçiler politikacılar oy toplamak arkasına kitle almak kendini sevdirmek için aha benim askerim şehidim diye göz yaşı döküverdi. Sende bunu biz korkuyoruz, üzülüyoruz, ağlıyoruz, zor durumdayız ve barış istiyoruz olarak yorumladın. Bir kere Türk ırkı ''bilinen'' tarihinde bile 2500 küsur yıldır savaşıyor, ölüyor, şehit oluyor. Bizim için askerlikte savaşmakta savaşarak ölmekte ekstradan bir iş değil. Zaten olması gereken bu çünkü biz Türk’üz. Bu arada bize savaşma imkanı sunup asimile olmamızı engellediğiniz için el altından da teşekkürlerimi sunarım. Bazen düşünüyorum pkk olmasa ya da tamamen çözüme kavuşsa ben kiminle savaşırdım, çatışma yaşamadan nasıl bu dünyadan göçüp gidebilirdim diye. İkinci olarak, gelgelelim devletin ihanetini sende biliyorsun bende biliyorum. Güya devrilen askeri araçları, helikopterle atmak varken özellikle karadan konvoyla asker taşımayı,o taşıma esnasında güvenli yollar varken özellikle pusu atılabilecek yollardan yüzlerce askeri yollamayı, elinde tüfek bile olmayan 33 askeri pkk’nın eline bizzat devletin yollamasını (33 er olayı) hepimiz biliyoruz. Daha neler neler var. Normal çatışma esnasında yaşananlarıda biliyoruz. Mesela tam üçünüz beşiniz bir köşeye sıkıştırılıyorsunuz, telsizden emir geliyor öldürmeyin bırakın kaçsınlar geri dönün diye. Asker tam operasyona yollanıyor, güya pkk kampına sızılacak, ilk tim kampın ortasına atılıyor. Hesaplama hatası oldu deniyor. Arkadan gelen timlerede artık ifşa oldu geri dönün diyor. Atılan tim noldu? Pusunun ortasında kaldı. Mesela efendim, bizi kandil dağına yolladılar. 2012 yılında. Operasyonun adını vermeyeceğim. Zaten bi 15 dk yada silerim bu entryi. Özelciler kendi silahlarıyla uğraşmaz, silahları temizleyen hazırlayan ayrı bir çalışan vardır orada. Biz kapar operasyona gideriz. Dağa gidip çatışmada 3-5 mermi sıkıp hepimiz yerimizi belli ettikten sonra, şans bu ya, hepimizin tüfeği tutukluk yapıverdi. Allah Allah? 3 arkadaşımı kaybettim o gün. Bütün bunlara rağmen sadece 3. Senin aklın almaz, pkk’yı devlet uluslararası işler için besledi. Gizli, ortaya pek çıkmayan ama azıcık beyni olanın farkedebileceği sebeplerden dolayı. Mesela askerin vur emri yoktu. Pkklıyı görsen bile o senin üzerine ateş açmadıkça sen asla ona tüfek bile doğrultmayacaksın. Sırf mağaranın önünde teröriste teslim ol diye yalvarırken bi 5 bin şehit verilmiştir. Niye yalvarıyorsun? Sallasana içeri el bombasını? Neden teslim ol dedirtiyor devlet acaba? Misal, özel harekatçılar 93-98 arası dağa çıkarıldı. Tabii asker gibi sırtımızda 40 kilo çanta elimizde 60′lardan kalma g-3 yok. Ortalığın anasını gibtik, apar topar en ufak bir sebep dahi gösterilmeden tasfiye edildik. Sebep? Yok. Yakalanan ya da teslim olan pkklılara ne oldu? Teslim alınıp hastanede sağlık kontrolüne sokulup bi yarası hastalığı varsa beleşe tedavi edilip sorguya bile alınmadan cebine 1000 TL para koyulup serbest bırakıldı. Nolacak ? Bunu başka hangi ülke yaptı? Yani, amcamın evladı, yada or*spu çocuğu, gerilla tek başına savaşan ve orduyu yıpratan demektir. Dağda mağarada yaşarsın. Askeri gördün mü üzerine ateş açar kaçarsın. Tim halinde hareket eder asker. Şarjörün yarısını 3-5 saniyede boşaltıp kaçsan bile, rastgele sıksan bile en kötü 5-6 tanesini indirebilirsin. Savunmasızdır çünkü. Kaldı ki, o kadar olay, o kadar ihanet var. Benim bile anlatmadığım var, bilmediğim var, ortaya çıkmayan var. Belki ruhumuzun bile duymadığı neler neler var. Buna rağmen, 40′dan fazla senedir kaç vatandaşımızı öldürebildiniz? 30-40 bin küsur ki bunun %20 si de zaten sivil. %10 uda korucu. Adam gibi eğitimi bile yok. Tarihte, hiçbir terör grubu bu kadar başarısız olamamıştır. Hemde mücadele gösterilmesine rağmen. Biz sizle mücadele etmememize, serbest bırakmamıza, el altından besleyip 33 er olayı gibi askeri savunmasız bi şekilde avucunuza yollamamıza rağmen (devletin başındaki huur çocuklarından bahsediyorum) 40 yılda sadece bir arpa başı kadar yol gidebildiniz ve daha da komiği bunu ''başarı, zafer'' olarak değerlendiriyorsunuz. Tak yediğinizi zannediyorsunuz. sorarım sana, ülkenin başında akp değilde mesela mhp olsa, hdp gibi bir partiyi kurdurtmasa yani, sokakta paçavra açabilir misiniz? Ya da şunu söyle. Sadece 750 bin küsür askerimiz var. Bunun yanında polisi var, korucusu var, gelin lan dese gelecek gönüllü savaşçıları var. Orduyuz devletiz biz. Elimizde her türlü teçhizat var. Tankı da var, topu da, tüfeği de, helikopteri de, uçağı da. Her bir taku var. Sadece bordo bereliler tugay büyüklüğünde bugün. Biz pkk’yı bitirmek istesek ve bunu yapabilmek için her yolu denemeye hazır olsak, hakikaten bize kaç saat dayanabilirsiniz? 1 milyon asker ve polisi, uçak,helikopter ve tank desteğiyle doğudaki tüm dağlara ve şehirlere indirip, canının istediğini vurabilirsin, yeter ki terörü bitir diye emir versek, terörün tamamen bütün köklerinin kazınması,bir daha toparlanamaz hale getirilmesi kaç saat sürer bana bir söyle. Bak gün bile demiyorum, elini vicdanına koy azıcık delikanlıysan söyle. Kaç saatlik işiniz var ? Dünyanın en mal ırkısınız. İhanetin ortasında olmamıza rağmen en başarısız gerilla topluluğusunuz ama bu yaptıklarınızı başarı zannedecek kadar da düşük seviyede savaşçılarsınız. Savaşçı demek de Türk'lere hakaret olur şimdi. Bilmem anlatabildim mi? Not: haa, lan bizde 750 bin asker,3-5 milyon kadar polis ve 20-30 bin kadar korucu var. Terör için olağanüstü hal ilan edilse askere alınabilecek 40-50 milyon kadar Türk var. Onun yanında orduda dediğim gibi her türlü silah, milyarlarca mermi, top tüfek uçak helikopter var. Bordo bereliler Dünya’nın en iyi 3 özel kuvvetlerinden biri ve tugay büyüklüğünde. Sat-Sas komandoları ise bordo berelilerden daha seçkin bir birlik ve sayıları bilinmiyor. Kim bilir kaç Peki sizde ne var? 15 bin kadar gerilla, keleş,bixi ve kanas. Sınırlı sayıda mermi. Bütün halk toplanıp dağa çıksanız bizim polis sayısını bulamazsınız Söyle bana kaç saat dayanabilirsin ? Tüm bu ihanetlere rağmen 40 senede bu kadarcık yol alabilmişsin, kaç saat dayanabilirsin lan 6-7 milyon profesyonel savaşçıyı ya da seferberlik ilan etsem profesyonellerin yanında 50 milyon orta halli savaşçıyı Dünyanın teçhizat ve aracıyla bölgene indirsem?

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100 Ways to Say “I Love You” No. 71

“No reason.”

Requested by @fireproofie 

[AO3]  Deaf!Cas, Human!AU, Domestic AU, Daddy!Destiel, fluff, teensy bit of angst ish kinda

Something was up with Castiel. Dean had noticed it ever since they put their kids to bed. He was quiet and forlorn looking and it was frankly troubling. Castiel was a thoughtful man, he knew that, they’d been together for over eight years now.

Once Castiel sat on the couch, seemingly as far from Dean as possible Dean thought maybe he’d done something wrong. It was confusing to say the least.

Dean poked Cas with his toe before starting. “Hey, Cas?” Dean signed. He flipped the remote in his hand slowly as he awaited Castiel’s answer.

Castiel didn’t answer for a while, as if he were lost in space. Eventually, he turned his head again, still partly looking lost. “Yes, Dean?” his features softened slightly, making him look more relax, less tense and lost in thought.

Are you okay?” Dean reached out his hand and laced it over Castiel’s. It was warm, and after a moment, curled around his own.

“I’m okay.” He replied, using his voice. Just okay, not good or great or anything, just okay. “Why do you ask?

The question was odd, Dean frequently asked how Cas was feeling and how his day at work had been and Castiel never questioned his motives.

No reason,” Dean decided. He hated being pushed for his own thoughts, he wasn’t about to force them out of Cas. Instead, Dean pulled Castiel closer and let him lie against his chest, the TV was on mute with just the subtitles, though neither of them were watching it.

Cas picked up Dean’s hand and traced patterns over the tanned skin, prodding each freckle with a tender gentleness that made Dean smile sadly. This was the sort of thing Cas did when he was worried about something. He pressed a kiss to Cas’ temple as they relaxed and they slowly tuned into the nature program that was showing. They were Cas’ favourite, he doesn’t really need to hear what was being said and he could focus on the beautiful sceneries and animals darting across the screen.

At some point, Cas released Dean’s hands with a sigh and sat up before facing Dean. The way he looked at Dean like he was going to say something groundbreakingly important set Dean on edge a little.

I want to get the cochlear implant.” He signed, hands moving fast as if he was hoping Dean wouldn’t catch on.

Dean nodded in agreement, it would be Cas’ decision either way and he told him that.

I want to hear our children tell stories and learn to read and laugh. God, I want to hear you laugh too.” Cas was smiling now, his previous anxiety dissipating once he knew Dean was on board with his idea.

That’s great, Cas. That…” Dean’s hands fumbled a little as he struggled to show the right word. Instead of that he pulls Cas in hard towards him, crushing him in an all-encompassing hug.

Eventually, Cas pulls away gently, eyes wet and Dean thumbs away the tears. “I don’t know if I qualify yet, but research suggests that I can.

You do what you want to do, Cas; whatever makes you happy, okay?” Dean smiled brightly.


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Okay! I finished some OCS for today!

First, we have OC 98! Her name is Sumiko Hanari, and she is a witch! (She’s a part of Series 3: Circus in Wonderland! And shares the role of Alice from Alice in Wonderland!)

Sumiko is a part of The Rabbit Hole, and her mission is to corrupt good candy people and turn them into somethings twisted. She’s very hyperactive and persistent, and of course has some sort of twisted side to her (I’ll get to this later on!) . She has three familiars, but prefers to only travel with one, which is “Black Rabbit” (Acel Nasuka). She of course loves candy, and will do anything to get some. 

Next, we have OC 93! Her name is Beruki, and she is a Beluga whale! ( She is yet to appear in any series.)

She is Kido’s mother, and is very loving and kind. When Kido was an infant, she sent him away to protect him from a group of orcas, but Kido doesn’t really like her, and he believes that she dislikes him dearly. But, she is shown to give Kido tons of affection, and is willing to let Kido do anything he wants as long as it isn’t something dangerous. She apparently has two forms, her whale form and then her more human form! 

Finally, we have OC 84! Her name is Michi, and she is a Blue crab! (She is yet to appear in any series.)

She puts up a serious yet withdrawn act, but she is actually super friendly. She loves to cook, especially if she gets to dice food, which she loves to do. She has a clownfish friend who she treasures dearly, and will do anything to protect her. Also, she seems to adore octopus and squids a lot. 

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theadventurerrr  asked:


Have you ever had sex in a car?
I’ve certain things in a car.. 😅 But I’m still a virgin.

Have you ever had friends with benefits?

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

Thanks for asking ❤️

100 Ways To Say “I Love You” No. 18

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

Requested  by @queen-icicle-fandom 

[AO3]  Canon divergent, human!Cas, sick!Cas, bunker fluff.

Cas was usually grumpy in the mornings, but nothing could compare it to that morning. The one where Cas shuffled into the kitchen, nose red and tissues spilling out of his hands.

“I hate everything.” He grumbled.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Dean quipped from behind his coffee cup.

In return, Dean only received a glare that could smite a hundred people – if Cas were still an angel anyway.

Cas had caught a cold and had been suffering for the past few days but today seemed to be the peak of it.

“Everything hurts, Dean. Is being human supposed to hurt this much?” Dean pursed his lips at Castiel’s words.

No doubt he was achy and out of breath, sore-nosed and sniffly, Dean wasn’t fond on the common cold either.

“It’s just a cold, Cas. It’ll clear up soon.” Dean told him, he filled the kettle and set it to boil before pulling out a cold and flu drink that was sure to help relive him of some of his symptoms.

Soon enough water was boiled and the smell of eucalyptus and blackcurrant filled the small kitchen. He set the steaming mug in front of Castiel and squeezed his shoulder.

“Here, drink this. You’ll you feel better.” He pressed a kiss to Castiel’s temple making a small smile form on Castiel’s lips as he took a tentative sip and breathed in the steam.

“Thank you, Dean.”

Castiel drained his cold and flu drink as soon as it was deemed cool enough to be drinkable and smiled. Already he could breathe better through his nose and wasn’t sneezing every five seconds. His was still achy and felt cold despite the warm clothing he had on.

“Go sit on the couch, we’ll watch a movie.” Dean told him, holding out his hand for Cas to take.

Cas nodded and stood up, letting himself be led by Dean wards their movie room and landed heavily on the couch, joints aching until he found a suitable position.

Dean joined him again moments later, large blanket in hand and an orange.

“Don’t tell Sam, but this blanket is the best thing in this bunker – apart from you of course.”

Castiel blushed a little and Dean sat down on the couch, pulling Cas against him and curling the blanket around them.

The movie started, some old western, and Castiel sighed into Dean’s chest. Dean’s arm tightened around him and they both settled into the film.

Despite still being morning, Cas dropped off to sleep again and Dean could hear Cas’ breath rattle a little in his chest. He was warming up though, which was a good thing. It wasn’t the best start into being human but he’d get Cas through his cold and hopefully back on his feet and possibly hunting again soon before they knew it.

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12, 51, 93, 98, 104, 105, 111 ((ifuwanttoofc))

yo nice B)

12. Who is your favorite blogger?

all of my mutuals!! so you (are we mutuals?? i think so???), @angexlos, @dreamingpink and @saltygayshark

ily guys

51. Can you do something stupid for someone else?

Depends how stupid.. the last stupid thing i did for someone was at my friends birthday and uuuh we ordered some pizzaz and three sauces, but after we ate everything some of the garlic sauce was left and my friend was like “hey bob ;))) i know that you like challenges like this ;))))) so maybe you should try eating this ;))))” and i KNOW that she didnt really wanted me to do it but. i did it anyway. and i regret it to this very day.

i know that this probably isnt really what the question is about but fdhighdf i just really wanted to share this story

93. Do you believe in destiny?

Not really.

98. What should you be doing right now?

nothing?? sleeping maybe, i couldnt sleep for the entire week and im super tired but im here instead

104. Who is your celebrity crush?

Final Pam and Susan Crushbone idk honestly, i dont watch a lot of shows or movies and i dont have any musician crushes so. i guess i dont have any.

105. What is your OTP?

Oh Boy I Haven’t Heard That Word In Years. I.. don’t know?? I don’t think that I have “OTPS” anymore i just. have some ships that i like. im really attached to all of the pairings between my characters because, well, their mine and i spend a lot of time developing them!! my favorite ship among my oc is a secret tho I cant say who they are because that would be a spoiler for my future webcomic sorry

111. Post a picture of yourself.

hello there