A/N: I found a gif and I wanted my wifee @mrsgabrieltrickster to talk me out of it but then she made a great point and boop here you go DESTIEL WARNING
He was staring just a little too long, laughing just a little too hard.
And Castiel, though a patient man, is on the edge of losing his temper. Dean smiles – the smile that crinkles his eyes and tugs at his cheeks – at the woman in front of him, smoothing his hand down his suit jacket.
“I appreciate your time ma’am,” Dean says, cocking an eyebrow as she jots down a number on a piece of paper. “We do have a few more questions–”
“Just in case I forget,” she purrs, offering him the number. Castiel cocks an eyebrow, clearing his throat. “If you have any more questions,” she blurts. Sam shifts in his seat, frowning as the angel lets out a short breath.
“And we appreciate that ma’am,” Sam cuts in. Dean nods in agreement, clamping his mouth shut as Castiel shoots him a glare.
“Dean, a word,” he grunts, shooting Sam a look before heading down the hallway.
“U-uhm…we like to get a good feel for your home…so my colleagues are…gonna have a look,” Sam says, followed by an uncomfortable laugh.
Castiel walks into the first room he can find, dragging Dean along with him. The moment the door closes, he’s pushing Dean against a shelf of books, gripping both of his wrists.
“Is she your type?” Castiel growls, his voice a whisper. Dean shudders out a response, grunting as the other man forced his leg between his thighs. “I know when you’re flirting Dean, you aren’t subtle.”
“I wasn’t – fuck – you’re just –” He cuts himself off as Castiel’s grace wraps around his neck, a stifled moan escaping him. “This really isn’t the time Cas,” he chuckles, tilting his head as Castiel’s lips met his neck.
“Then stop looking at her.” His voice is muffled against the Winchester’s neck, but the assertion is clearly heard. “Stop laughing at her jokes.” He pauses, rolling his hips and gaining a light whimper from Dean. God, the sounds he makes can send Castiel’s head spinning in seconds.
“J-jealous fuck,” Dean breathes, his eyes widening as the tingle of Castiel’s grace teased down the length of his cock.
“You’re right, I am a ‘jealous fuck’, Dean.” Castiel pauses, letting out a long, hot breath against Dean’s neck. Dean shudders, his hands gripping into fists. “And I suppose you want me to stop?” he asks. He shakes his head, groaning as Castiel grinds against him. “Then what? I thought this wasn’t the time, Dean –”
“S-stop fucking around,” he whines.
“Oh, I will.” Castiel begins pulling away, chuckling as Dean lets out a desperate whine.
“Please?” he breathes, biting his cherry red lip between his teeth. Smiling, Castiel reclaims his place pressed up against his boyfriend, nuzzling against his sensitive skin.
Sam stares ahead with a tight-lipped smile, his eyes wide as moans echo down the hallway.
i taught the cats to high five for treats, but now nova thinks highfiving will get anything he wants. i just tried to eat some pringles, he tried layin a sick five down, but no these are my fukkin chips cat! i hid my hands to stop him…. and the little fucker climbs on my lap, looks deep into my eyes, and slowly, gingerly, lifts one paw and boops me on the fukkin nose what the fuck even are cats
mogai post: “i can’t believe how monosexuals see some cutie patootie hottie babe in the street and don’t want to smooch and cuddle them and bump their sexy parts or beep-boop their noses just because they are the “wrong” gender! how can you even deal with knowing that you will miss out on so many beautiful awesome valid peeps and folks! uwu. monosexuals are weird.”
1.) On the lips/forehead/cheek/nose/ear/neck/shoulder/hand 2.) Cute 3.) Awkward/shy 4.) Surprise! 5.) French Kiss 6.) Passionate 7.) “I’m sorry” 8.) Dip/War’s end 9.) Angry 10.) drunk/sloppy/tired
11.) Hug/hug from behind/ 12.) Cuddle 13.) Holding hands 14.) Lean on shoulder 15.) Surprise! 16.) Poke/boop! 17.) Carry on back/ over shoulder/ bridal style/ over head 18.) Arm around
shoulder/arm/waist 19.) Awkward/shy 20.) comfort
Misc: 21.) Blank (write in something that isn’t already listed) 22.) Random!
Summary: A ten chapter Check, Please! future fic where Jack and Bitty have been married for four years and decide to become parents. They have a house, a cat, a dog, and now they want a child. So much fluff, you have no idea. Lots of fluff, with a bit of smut thrown in for good measure. No angst, no drama – just love and fluff. Thanks to @devereauxsdisease for her support with this one! <3 Also on AO3…
Madison, Georgia. 2000 ”And what does your daddy do?”
“I bet you wanna be a football coach, too, when you grow up.”
“No? Well what do you wanna be?”
“I wanna makes pies! And I wanna be a daddy, too.”
Montreal, Quebec. 2002 His first game in the minor leagues, and he blew it. He absolutely blew it. Jack threw his helmet against the wall and held his head in his hands. He fought hard to regulate his breathing, but already knew it was an uphill battle.
The losing wasn’t so bad. It was facing papa. That was…well, for now, all he could do was breathe. Just try to breathe and fight back the tears that he could feel coming up from the back of his throat, punching their way forward.
He was a terrible son. And now he’d have to face papa’s disappointed face.
“I hope I never have kids, so no one has to ever feel this way about me,” he said as he swallowed down a sob.
Four years into their marriage, Jack and Bitty were traversing the park during one of their early morning runs. Married life had come easy to them. As throughout most of their relationship, Jack never had a doubt, for once he let Bitty into his routine, his life, his heart, there was never any hesitation. Bitty was always the truth. Bitty was happiness. Bitty was home. So as they were taking their morning run through Prospect Park, it happened.
A woman ran past them with a jogging stroller, and then slowed down to take a drink of water. Her son, about a year old, tossed a stuffed giraffe out the side without her noticing and she began to jog away. Bitty saw, and ran after them.
“Wait!” Bitty called out, holding the giraffe. “Wait!”
He caught up to them.
“Carlos, did you drop Mr. G?”
“Hi, honey,” Bitty said as he returned Mr. G go his rightful owner.
“Thanks so much.”
“No problem. I know that if I would have lost Señor Bun I would have been devastated.
The mom smiled warmly.
“How old is he?” Bitty asked lowering onto his haunches to smile at Carlos.
“What a cutie pie,” Bitty said softly.
Jack watched from where he stood. He watched Bitty chat effortlessly with a complete stranger. He watched and something inside him suddenly shifted. As Bitty made funny faces at the baby, and laughed while the baby reached out for him, Jack was hit with a realization so strong, it made his breath hitch. It was something he never expected, but now made all the sense in the world.
Smackle needs to flirt with lucas just bc she wants farkle to be more affectionate towards her but like….zay wrote a million reasons why she was great in a book??? Was the only one who attempted in snapping her out of her trance??? Booped her??? Put his arm around her?? Put her glasses on?? ZAY IS IN LOVE SMACKLE WHY CANT YOU SEE
i am at the hospital today with my mom and there is this little robot that just boops around and makes cute noises and says excuse me when it passes. when it delivers the medicine it’s carrying, it chirrs and says little things like, “hi, do you want to take a selfie?”
basically, i eagerly await the arrival of our adorable robot overlords.
Alright, hi guys. I know, I don’t want to get serious on this blog, but I kinda feel like I have to for today. And I just want to say I know things are looking super bad right now, honestly, I’ve been feeling anxiety for everyone over there for the entire day!
But I just want to remind you that this isn’t the end. You’ll all get through this, you might think that there’s no point but please don’t give up! Don’t stop fighting!
But also please remember to take care of yourselves and take care of each other.
I know it’s easy for me to say this as someone who’s not from America, but I just want you all to know that I’m here rooting for you and I hope that my words and work would provide some form of comfort.