The funniest moment in Victor and Yuuri’s relationship was probably just after Yuuri got his wisdom teeth removed. During that time, Yuuri couldn’t believe that someone as beautiful as Victor was actually his boyfriend (he didn’t recognize Victor at first and was very pleasantly surprised to find out they were lovers), he thought he’d lost his nose (and actually went looking for it while Victor giggled behind his cellphone camera), and then he was absolutely, completely convinced that Victor had gotten him pregnant… And he was VERY happy about it… To the point of tears. Yuuri even thought up names: Eiji, Katya, Tsukimi, or Pasha just in case it was a dog (yeah, Yuuri thought he could give birth to a dog…). That video got millions of hits once Victor uploaded it to Youtube.
The entire venezuelan army/police with guns and bombs against regular people that are doing what they can to defend themselves… guess who is winning? tip: the ones with the guns. They have killed hundreds of people: kids, elderly, young, adult. Journalists that are against the regime have to hide and can’t take their cameras except cellphones and they need to use bullet proof vests and carry masks. No meds. No food. No education. No safety. No liberties. No one gives a fuck.
“Ok, I’m going to go on record saying this is a bad idea - ”
“And I agree.”
Dean’s already got his hand raised in the air, making a gesture to whatever invisible viewers of the future that will someday get ahold of his cellphone camera, so it’s only natural that the hand comes up to his mouth when a combination of shock and horror rushes through him.
I’m really doing this, he thinks, a little hysterically. He’s not sure if it’s the weed or the impending sense that his life is about the end that’s got him more fucked up.
And Sam really isn’t helping. He’s the one who started this whole thing anyway and now he’s acting like he has no idea what Dean’s talking about.
“I agree,” Sam repeats.
Dean tries to swallow a laugh. “Ok.”
It doesn’t work - he bursts out into laughter anyway, reaching for his phone screen. He taps it so the view switches, and instead of looking at his own face in selfie mode he’s looking at Castiel, chilled out in a chair on the other side of the room. His hair hangs in his face a little, and his t-shirt is stained dark with sweat.
“Cas. Cas,” Dean giggles. The bottoms of his shoes are still sticky with the stale beer and sweat that slicked the club floor earlier in the evening, so he trips over his feet a little as he makes his way over. “Hey buddy.”
Castiel opens one eye, eyebrow cocked lazily in Dean’s direction, a faint smile on his face. “Hm?”
“Hey, c’mere,” Dean slurs, even though he’s the one moving closer. “C’mere, I gotta do something. Sam said I have to.”
“No, no I didn’t,” Sam sighs.
“Yeah he did. Yeah.”
Dean drops unceremoniously into Castiel’s lap and slings his arms around his neck. Castiel goes without a fight as he pulls him up into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, open-mouthed and wild.
“Oh my god,” Sam starts to laugh. “Oh my god, no way.”
Dean’s too busy making out with Castiel to answer him, honestly. If he had enough braincells to spare he’d probably try to give Sam the finger, but right now Castiel tastes like the acrid tang of pot smoke and he has to hold the phone steady or else the bet won’t count and then Sam will never let him live it down -
Then Castiel brings both hands down to grab at Dean’s ass and all higher brain function stops.
“Christ alive,” Sam snorts. “Ok, I’m leaving now.”
Dean pulls away from Castiel’s mouth with a horrifying slurp. “Bye,” he replies, a little breathlessly.
Sam shakes his head as he starts to leave the room.
“You’re the one who said, ‘You dare me to kiss Cas?’ The, ‘Yeah, on camera,” thing was a joke.”
“What are you doing in the dark,” you ask waddling into your room. You close the door behind you same time your arm reaches for the light switch. “You’re supposed to be putting the armour together!” you remind him.
Dean blinks repeatedly, letting his eyes adjust to the light. “I finished it about five minutes ago. So I decided to wait for you. You know, to see if you needed any help putting on your socks and shoes?” he says pushing up to his elbows and licking his lips as you loosen the knot on the front of your bathrobe, letting the soft material slide off your body.
“Yeah, right!” you scoff. “You just wanted to see me naked.” Turning around you take your bra from the bureau and adjust your boobs in the cups before hooking it on the back.
“That’s true,” Dean admits and stares at you while you struggle with a pair of control briefs. “Wow that belly is really popping out today!” He sits up biting his lips and digs on his front pocket for his phone, he opens the camera app and waits for you to stay still to snap a pic.
“Don’t do that, dumbass! Or at least lemme put some nicer underwear! I look like an old lady with these granny panties!” You twist around to look at your own butt and Dean chuckles.
“You know I don’t mind how you wrap your ass, I like it and imma eat it no matter what.” he grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“Gah, I love when you say romantic things like that. Especially in front of your unborn child!” You face him completely and put both hands on your stomach, simulating covering the baby’s ears. “You know he’s able to hear you, right?”
“Yeah, a baby’s inner ear is fully developed by the twentieth week, so…”
“Oops.” He shrugs and keeps his cellphone up, camera pointed at you.
“You’re filming aren’tcha? You’re an ass!” You do your best to run to him so you can knock the phone off his hand.
“Shh the baby can hear you,” he laughs moving the phone away from your reach.
“Stop filming me, moron!” You take one of his flannels from the back of the room chair and put it on, even though it doesn’t cover you belly. “Ugh, you’re such a-”
“Ah shh shh, the baby…” he warns and you sigh, rolling your eyes. “Besides, you know what happened to the last person who spoke so freely around me, Y/N?”
“Um… you knocked her up and married her?” You sit down next to him, shoving him back to the bed by the shoulder.
“You bet your old lady looking ass I did!” he adjust the camera trying to get a shot of your ass.
“Y/N, the baby!” he laugh finally putting the phone away.
“Ugh shut up, he can’t even hear me, he’s asleep!.”
Summary: The reader witnesses a cute moment between Dean and their daughter.
Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader and their young daughter
Word Count: 592
Warnings: Basic talk about giving birth, Literally one curse word, SO MUCH FLUFF
A/N: Just a short little thing for this week’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. I used both prompts here: “Stop filming me, moron!” and “Person 1 is ticklish and person 2 uses that to get cuddles during the day.” It’s been a while since I’ve written anything that’s just pure fluff and it was nice to get back to it, even if it was only for about 600 words. Enjoy some domestic Daddy!Dean fluff below the cut!
synopsis: a soulmate au where a person cannot see themselves until they have met their soulmate.
i’ve never posted for this account yet i hOPE THIS WON’T FLOP I’m going to tag my favorite writer in the whole world @choco-seventeen because she was one of the reasons i made this blog :)
She knew the color of her hair, the color of her skin, the shape of her body. She knew her ethnicity, her height, her weight. But never once has she seen herself, her face. She could not simply go to the mirror and examine her face and hair, it wasn’t possible. She was invisible to herself. She couldn’t take a photo, she’d look distorted to her own eyes. Her friends could tell her she looked fine, but she would never know.
“We really should’ve let the cookies cool down.” Keith said, lifting the ice cream sandwich to hus mouth before it drips to the couch.
“Ya think?” Lance laughed on the floor, fervently licking at his hand for every drip of the melting ice cream.
“You guys stick with your ice cream, while I enjoy my doughy, warm goodness.” Shiro gave up on the ice cream sandwich and grabbed a bowl from the counter. There he dunk his share of the cookies and mashed them together. He ate the warm cookies with a spoon and seemed content with it.
“I have an idea!” Lance crawled towards them, grabbing the tub of ice cream on the table and his share of warm cookies. He kneeled in front of them on the couch and waved for Shiro to hand over his bowl.
“What are you planning, Lance.” Shiro raised a brow at Lance, refusing to hand over his bowl. He saw the mischievous glint of Lance’s eyes, he knows the idea was a bad one.
Lance rolled his eyes at him. “Keeeeith, your boyfriend won’t hand his goods!” Lance whined, pawing at Keith’s shoulder.
“Pfft, Lance, you can’t just say things like that!” Keith laughed, burrowing even deeper on Shiro’s chest. They occupied much of the couch’s space where Shiro sat at the corner and Keith languidly leaning on Shiro’s side with his feet on the remaining space.
They look comfy, Lance thought as he tried to grab Shiro’s bowl.
“No! You’re gonna ruin it with your ice cream!” Shiro refused to hand over the bowl, enjoying the way Lance tried to reach for it.
Shiro has to admit that it was fun hanging out with Lance. It was like he was friends with him too.
They’ve been eating cookies and ice cream for a while now, and he very much enjoyed Lance’s company. Of course it’s also a plus how Lance made Keith smile. He can see now that Keith and Lance truly had years of friendship connecting them in a way that it’s fascinating to watch. Whenever Keith would recall a certain event in their younger years, Lance would smile wide and continue the story with much enthusiasm that all you could do was listen and smile back.
Given the fact that they had a rocky reunion, you wouldn’t know that they just had a confrontation a while ago with the way they were talking to each other. Keith was relaxed in his arms, laughing and eating melting ice cream. That’s all he could ask for.
“Cmon, Shiro. Pleeease?” Lance leaned in further, his hand digging on the sofa’s surface between his legs and his chest near his. His face was close too and he was struck with how blue his eyes were.
Dr. Aadland had never been much of a coffee drinker until he’d taken this job.
My (very last-second) entry for the Testing Maintenance contest!
I wish I could’ve done this whole scene because God, is it awesome, but I didn’t want to run out of time to enter! I’ll probably do a couple more pages at some point, though, because I really like how these came out! (I did change a bit from the original writing, because I wasn’t sure how to make it work in comic form.. I hope that’s okay–)
Was at a rather large car show today getting more classic car material (photos & research) and saw this new ‘vette with a vanity plate. The car was actually driving away from me and I barely got the plate on my cellphone camera. “SIX50HP”.
(650 horsepower). I bet she’ll run like a scalded dog!