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requested by @kaarencastle

I understand this whole journalism thing is new to you but a real journalist doesn’t up and quit. That’s not fair. That’s exactly fair.

au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.

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Wild & Free: by @whoaeasytiger

“They lose their mother to a smoldering candle, and their father to an all-consuming grief. Sam and Dean grow up with their “uncle” Bobby, fixing cars and motorcycles in his salvage yard, and developing a passion for bikes along the way.So when Sam asks if Dean wants to go on a roadtrip, Dean doesn’t think about it twice. He says yes, packs a bag, fixes it to the back of his motorcycle, and they leave. 

Their bikes carry them across the States, from South Dakota to California, and along the road they meet ephemeral friends and create life-long memories. Their trip takes them away but brings them closer together, the pieces finally all coming together and closing the last gap between their names.”

(read it here)

So in the group chat I brought up the Mystery Skulls gang dealing with a wendigo. @ectoimp and @huppupbup threw in their thoughts and I put this thing together.

Just a note, this isn’t really a story. It’s more snippets of a story that may or may not be fully written in the future, so it’s not written very well here. 

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“What…the FUCK was that?”

It took Lewis a few more seconds for his heart to stop racing before he even felt comfortable answering. “It was…uh…a w-wendigo, I think.”

“Okay, the fuck is a wendigo then?”

“I’ve only read about them once…” Lewis swallowed. “They’re like…demon…cannibal…things.”

“…Cannibals,” Arthur deadpanned. “You’re serious.”

“I really wish I wasn’t.”

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*takes your coat leads you to your table gives you a menu* AHEM…….will you be having the lunch special today Ms. sansansuu ?? ^_>^ bahA H AHA A JUST KIDDING NOT A REAL QUESTION U GOT NO CHOICE!!! in other words—-my dearest shining star jean, by some twist of fate, i became your secret santa this year!!! life’s p funny like that huh…….

i know how much you love food illustrations so i prepared a humble lunch menu with one character from each of your stories according to their specific tastes…..now that i look at it again i might’ve missed the mark with this idea…wasn’t the focus supposed to be your characters EATING the food?! OTL…..i think my efforts were a bit misguided here…im sorry jean ;;_;; bbBUT I STILL HOPE U LIKE THIS!!!! to get one of my dearest friends as my SS really gave me a good laugh….i was really, really happy that i got a chance to try and draw something better for you than what i’ve done so far. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and New Years jean!!! thank you for making my life brighter with your presence and limitless strength!! you are my friend and role model for life!!! PLACES U ON TOP O’ THE XMAS TREE PUTS ON SHADES Y A A AAAAAA

come back, move in, mess my place; a zouis playlist not exactly about being weed bros but about being friends and in love, maybe? (some –if not all– songs apply after zayn left.. oh well..)

hourglass – catfish and the bottlemen || twin skeleton’s (hotel in nyc) – fall out boy || bed peace – jhene aiko || the boy who blocked his own shot – brand new || the only one – black keys || i won’t mind – zayn malik || come back be here – taylor swift || after mindnight – blink 182 || wicked games – the weeknd || sleeping with a friend – neon trees || superhuman touch – athlete || drunk texting – chris brown || meet me in the middle – jessie ware

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solar: *comes out with a victory wave* I WON THE MOONSUN WAR
moonbyul: hey wheein lets hang out tonight ;)

thegeekyblonde I tried painting you in watercolor but then I wanted to draw flowers and then I wanted to paint fairy hair so I sorta painted you as the pollinator queen with fairy hair and a flower crown that displayed the depth of our parasocial relationship <3

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Pairing: Jikook
Fandom: BTS-fandom / A.R.M.Y.
Genre: Pure fluff & domesticity ^^
Rating: G
Word Count: 1 704
Summary: Jimin comforts Kookie. Based on this Japanese interview (when Jikook talked about their relationship).

Jimin stands in the kitchen (his muscles are burning after hours of rough exercise) and thinks about the possibilities of what to eat when hears the quiet, muffled sniffles through the thin wall. He recognizes almost immediately who the sound belongs to. He looks after Jungkook really really well, after all.

Childish idea pops in Jimin’s mind while he’s making his way to the maknae’s room: he’d like to tease Kookie mercilessly after all the disrespectful things the younger said on camera to him. He’d like to joke about Jungkook being a whining crybaby and would like to finally show Jungkook that he’s not just older but also so much more mature than him.

Jimin enters the room and opens his mouth to laugh at Jungkook – but his voice dies on his tongue because he sees a view what was not expected: Jungkook is actually sobbing. Lips are trembling, big, doe eyes which normally are shining with mischievous joy now are puffy, red and full of tears. Fat, round drops are rolling down on the so loved face. Bitter lump forms in Jimin’s throat and he swallows the cheesy jokes.

„Jungkookie?” he says in a low, calming tone as he’s sitting down on the bed, next to the curled up maknae. „What’s wrong?”

„Nothing.” Jungkook angrily wipes away the tears with his hand. Crying before his hyungs is such a shame. Ridiculous. He’s not a little kid anymore. „I’m not crying.”

„Of course you aren’t.” Jimin agrees with a soft smile. His fingers are drawing slow circles on the younger’s back. „But you are sad, aren’t you, Jungkookie?”

There is a silence. A long, long silence but Jimin waits for the answer patiently. His palm fondly wanders to Jungkook’s hair, and he starts to play with the black locks.

„You… You’re not missing your parents sometimes?” Jungkook asks finally, the ’sometimes’ in the end is as inaudible like a whisper.

„I am.” Jimin admits quietly, his hand doesn’t stop touching the other. „I’m missing my father’s voice and my mother’s hug and my little brother’s smile. Technology helps to keep in touch with them but they’re still so far away… Sometimes I cry too and after crying I feel relieved but not less sad.” Jungkook looks at him curiously, his body is not shivering anymore. „But I have a dream and in order to fulfill this dream, I have to make sacrifices. So I can’t be with my family all the time but… You know, I’m not lonely at all. I have the A.R.M.Y. and most importantly I have you, guys.” He kindly pats Jungkook’s shoulder. „I’m grateful for having so many people helping me to reach my dream and being with me.”

„Yeah” Jungkook’s mouth curls into a tiny smile and Jimin feels like melting. „I’m grateful too. Especially for having Bangtan in my life.”

„Great. So, are you still sad, brat?” Jimin laughs while ruffling the younger’s silky hair.

„No…” Jungkook bites his bottom lip and shyly searches for Jimin’s eyes. „Thank you- hyung.” he adds, and watches as the older’s face is brightening up and the clouds of worry starting to disappear from his beautiful dark brown eyes.

„Happy to hear that~” Jimin says and flashes his angelic, wide smile at Jungkook. „Come here, Jungkookie.”

He pulls Jungkook’s body into an embrace, chubby fingers are running down on the maknae’s spine, sending chills to his bones. Jungkook is shuddering with pleasure but doesn’t make a single sound. He buries his face in the tanned, honey-golden skin of Jimin’s neck, and he can taste the smoothness on his tongue, he can smell Jimin’s scent (sweat and cinnamon and deodorant) and feel his pounding heartbeat through the fabric of their shirts, and he can hear Jimin’s light, hot breathing against his ear.
Jungkook’s senses are full of Jimin. He is full of Jimin and the fluffy, comfortable feeling of domesticity.
Jimin is home. Jungkook’s home.

Jimin is from Busan as well as Jungkook – but this is not the reason why Jimin feels like home to him. There are so many reasons Jungkook doesn’t even try to count them.
Jimin is sweet and small and soft and radiating warmth and is way too nice. He is sunshine and optimism. He is safety. He is steady, he is a shelter.  He is the one who always takes care of him and listens when Jungkook needs it. Always. Their worlds inseparably intertwined. Jimin became one of his family members within a second alongside with the other Bangtan-members but he is different from them with slowly, imperceptibly becoming to Jungkook’s second home.

Jimin breaks the hug and plays with Jungkook’s long, slim, bony fingers. Jungkook stares at him silently, with a loving sparkle in his eyes. He loves and hates the way Jimin makes him feel, these mixed feelings are leading to that push-and-pull relationship with the older. At first it was a game for Jungkook and he never ever wanted to really hurt Jimin but it was getting just so… weird lately. There is a tension between them – it’s undeniable and sometimes a little bit awkward, but Jungkook doesn’t really know how to put in words that what kind of tension it is. Jungkook doesn’t know how to handle those strange, overwhelming desires what are waking up in his body whenever Jimin is too close to him. He doesn’t know how to control himself properly and cameras all around him are not helping at all. He doesn’t know what true love is, and he doesn’t want to be into that topic this deeply. He doesn’t want to be in love, not with a boy, not with a bandmate, and especially not with Jimin. Because the idea of being in love with Jimin feels too normal and is too forbidden and too, too freaking awesome. It feels like heaven. It scares Jungkook – it scares him how much his mood depends on one person, it scares him how much he craves Jimin’s support and presence next to himself. It scares him that in the bottom of his heart, he wants to love Jimin and being loved by Jimin – he wants more than anything else in life.

Jungkook is the best, the perfect, the ’Golden Maknae’. He’s not allowed to make mistakes, he’s under the pressure of a million eyes, all around the world watching him with predatory hunger. A single wrong move is enough and they will judge Jungkook, they will judge Jimin and they will judge Bangtan. And being in love with another boy is not just simply a ’wrong move’, according to the rest of society, no: it’s awful, wicked and disgusting.

Jimin’s hand maps through the milky white skin of the younger’s arm, gently travels up to the collarbone, making Jungkook’s heart skip a beat, stomach flutter, his blood rush and boil. His breathing suddenly becomes heavy.

„Gross”  Jungkook hums to cover his embarrassment. No, it’s not a ’gross’ feeling, it’s more than right.

Jimin’s fingers are dancing to the maknae’s wet and flushed face. He wants to place butterfly-kisses everywhere, in order to kiss away the memories of the tears. He wants to prove to the other boy that he’s not alone. He wants Jungkook to be happy. He wants so, so many things…

„Jungkookie” he whispers admiringly, thumb circling on the younger’s jawline, the name rolls familiarly from his lips, with a sugar-sweet flavour, full of love.

The maknae feels his heart stutter and ready to burst into pieces, and a strong urge to make a move.

„Jiminie hyung-” Jungkook starts with a serious tone, looking into the other’s eyes. The pulse in his veins drums incredibly fast. „You know, when I said I’m grateful for having Bangtan in my life… I-uhm… I really meant it.” God, he is so awful at expressing his feelings. He sucks at showing and confessing emotions. He’d like to say something else, something more but he already feels that his hands are sweating and his cheeks are heating up and changing its color to tomato red.

Jimin giggles.

„You’re cute, Kookie~” he says playfully. „Don’t worry, we will always be with you.”

Yeah, you better. Because I want you to always be by my side. I need you. And I guess… I guess I lik-

The perfect moment is ruined and gone when Jungkook hears from the direction of the kitchen a loud, high pitched laugher followed by a wild scream (o-kay, thank you, Hobi hyung) and other cheerful noises. He closes his mouth and doesn’t say anything, just nods with a sincerely happy smile. And when Jimin smiles back at him encouragingly with that stupidly adorable smile of his and crescent eyes while petting his hair, Jungkook decides that crying before his hyungs is maybe ridiculous and shameful and childish (or maybe not so) – but this time definitely worth it.

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[On the next day]

The interviewer quickly writes down their conversation, and Jungkook is happy that the main topic today is his relationship with Jimin. He thinks, it’s a good opportunity to finally show openly his respect and love for his hyung.

JK: When I’m thinking (stressing) about something and you ask me first ‘Are you okay? (Why are you like this?)’, I think you feel like a hyung to me.
JM: Because I take good care of you.
JK: Are you saying good things about yourself? (laughs) These days I have been missing my parents and I have been feeling very down, and you have given strength to me.
JM: When I’m doing muscle training in the kitchen I hear you 'sniffling’ your nose in the room, so I would question you jokingly and ask you 'Jungkook-ah, why are you crying?’, but you would be actually crying.

(…)

JM: The thing that we aren’t similar to. The fact that I am 'Jungkook love’ but Jungkook isn’t. (sniff)
JK: What are you talking about! I really like you, Jimin!
JM: Really? Really? You like me? Do you really like me?

Thanks God, Hobi hyung (the ‘accidentally-forever-cockblocker’) is not here. So Jungkook takes a deep breath and finally, finally manages to say it again, with a full heart.

JK: Yes yes. I do. I like you.”

Author’s Note: Hi there~ :3 Thank you so much for reading!! ( ^ w ^ ) This is my first fanfiction in English so my grammar is probably shitty, and the whole thingy is pretty cheesy and lame too, I’m so sorry! But I wanted to share it because IMHO the Jikook tag needs even more fluff, and this fanfic is basically nothing else but FWP (Fluff Without Plot) hahaha
Also, the parts of the interview are not mine, credits to the scanlators, translators and owners.