Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…
“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”
They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”
“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”
The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.
“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”
With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.
Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.
And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.
In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.
Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.
So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.
A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.
Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.
Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.
Kay, um, well, I love you.
Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.
Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”
It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.
Hello friends today I would like to talk about Damian (surprise!)
It’s just that I noticed a pattern, and I felt like y’all needed to hear about it: I can think of six different times where Damian went out of his way to give people very thoughtful, very individual gifts.
1) The pearl from Martha Wayne’s necklace (B&R 14), which he found in the sewers after a considerable amount of effort– we see him searching for it in two different issues (B&R 9, 13). Side note: made a rat friend, named it Spotty
2) In the first B&R Annual, Damian literally set up a scavenger hunt for Bruce, resulting in three different gifts. A painting by his mom
3) This photo of Thomas and Martha’s honeymoon, at the exact spot the picture was taken
Hey Mush, quick question: how do you draw Michael's hair? My hand can never really seem to get it right... (i love your art btw💕 and uh.... i-think-ur-cool-sorry-bye)
Aw shucks I’ll try- I’m terrible at explaining
Okay first of all, I draw his head. I ALWAYS start with the head.
Two, I find his hairline. This totally depends on what kind of art style you have, but for me it doesn’t draw too far from the eyes. He barely has a forehead, but it’s my style preference.
The third step also depends on what kind of style you’re going for. But for me, it’s pretty cartoony, so I just put simple strokes on the top of his head to create the “top hair”. It’s pretty poofy and alive, like it’s always gelled up ahaha
Four, I bring the hair down. (I don’t know how to explain this further, sorry DX)
Lastly, I clean up the sketch.
And voila! It’s done :D I hope this helps, but keep in mind that this isn’t how you’re SUPPOSED to be drawing Michael, this is just how I draw him. Not everyone is comfortable with this method, because everyone has their own style of drawing. But if this helps you, great! I’m glad :D
It is my favorite scene right when Malfoy sees Harry again after his transformation and I must say that I tried to portray how I viewed Harry in that moment. I hope I did it justice even though I suck at drawing guys. 😅😥
If you haven’t read this fic… Well I’m not saying you will be hated or anything but years from now when you stumble upon this masterpiece and read it you will remember this and regret not reading it when I suggested you too because it is THE MOST FLIPPING AMAZING THING IN THE HISTORY OF THINGS AND WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE PLEASE GO READ IT AND THEN COME BACK and maybe drop me a like.
That is all.
(Someone just dropped off oranges at my work while I was writing this and wished me a Happy New Year oml so nice but I’m allergic to Vitamin C. 😂😂)
Summary: an unexpected person arrives on Christmas eve.
Word count: 1176
Warnings: none. Just fluff
A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Don’t know if it was to early to post this or not. Sorry for any mistakes. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
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His little feet dangled from the couch. His small mouth hung open as his steel blue eyes focused on the television in front of him. You were curled up on the couch next to your four year old son James watching his all time favourite holiday movie, Home Alone.Far into the film James turned to you and asked;
“When’s Daddy coming home?” You looked down and saw sadness in your son’s eyes. Your husband Sebastian was on a press tour promoting his new movie, “I Tonya” and he won’t be back until tomorrow on Christmas morning. James missed his father terribly and you can honestly say you felt the same, especially on times like these. You wanted your little family together on Christmas. It would be such a lovely surprise for James if Seb turned up earlier, although you had some surprises of your own.
“He’ll be here tomorrow.” You brushed strands of dark hair away from his angelic face. He looked so much like his father, but Sebastian tended to say he looked more like you.
“I hope so,” he whispered. He clutched his winter soldier plush toy against his chest. It was a gift from Chris when James was born. It was meant as a joke, but James loved the toy. He always carried it under his arm and went everywhere with it. When you tried to take it away to wash it, James started to cry blue murder, but you handed him back toy Bucky and held up your hands in surrender and refused to touch the toy ever since.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. You frowned, and stood up from the couch. You walked over to the door and unlocked it. You were in such a shock, because you didn’t expect to see who stood before you.
“Ho ho ho. Merry Christmas.” Before you stood a man with a big silly grin on his face, dressed all in red, with a fake white beard and white eyebrows, but under the prosthetics you could clearly see who it was.
“Sebastian?” You half whispered, confused and still a bit shocked. He winked at you. James ran to your side. His jaw went slack.
“Santa!” The look on James’ face was pure awe.
“Hey bud…” He cleared his throat as he stepped into the house. You closed the door.
“Hello young man,” he said in a rougher voice.
“Is it really you Santa?” James squinted his eyes to look more closely.
“The one and only,” Seb replied.
“How come you didn’t go through the chimney?” Sebastian was quiet for a moment, thinking.
“I’m… I’m too fat to climb through the chimney,” he said slapping his hands against his flat stomach. You bit your lip to stifle your laughter that wanted to bubble out. You saw James overlooking Santa’s physique, but he didn’t question it. Sebastian hunched down to be on eye level with your son.
“So what do you want for Christmas James?” James thought hard about it for a moment. You leaned against the door covering your stomach with your hands and looked down at the two of them in front of you.
“For my dad to come home,” he said softly lowering his eyes, his Bucky plush toy tucked under his arm. Sebastian’s eyes turned a different shade of blue, sadder you thought as he looked at his son.
“You know what James?” He gently lifted James chin to meet his eyes.
“If you go to bed now, I can promise you your dad will be home tomorrow. James’ eyes lit up with joy and excitement.
“Yeah, but you must promise to fall asleep. Okay?”
“I promise. Thank you Santa.”
“You heard Santa. Off to bed with you mister,” you said.
“Goodnight mommy. Bye Santa.” He waved one last time before he skipped into his room. Sebastian stood up and smiled at you. He easily scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, kicking it shut behind him. He pulled the fake beard away. You cupped his face in your hands and pressed your mouth against his. All the love and kisses you wanted to give him in the month that he has been gone was in the kiss. He kissed you back with the same passion. Your lips in sync with his. He held you to him with his arms hooked underneath your but and your locked around his neck. You both pulled away to breath.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he said slightly out of breath.
“Oh? Actually I do.” You eyes wandered to the Santa suit he was wearing.
“Do I want to know?” He chuckled, taking off the fake eyebrows too.
“Just thought it would be a funny gesture.”
The next morning when you woke up. Your eyes stared into the incredible blue ones staring back at you. His beard was more thicker than a month ago, covering his jawline. You loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you.
“Morning beautiful,” Sebastian said. Ever charming. A blush crept along your cheeks. He chuckled. After six years together he still found it adorable when you blushed over a compliment he gives you nearly everyday.
“Merry Christmas Sebastian.”
“Merry Christmas Y/N.” He kept on smiling at you. He noticed you were wearing pajamas he’s never seen on you before.
“New pj’s?” He asked curiously.
“Yeah… I.” You sat up. You back rested against the leather headboard.
“I kind of needed bigger pj’s since I’m… Pregnant.” You bit your lip waiting for his reaction. His eyes drifted to your belly and then back to your eyes.
“What? Are you kidding me!” He sat up hastily.
“That’s wonderful honey!” He hugged you, pulling away looking at your belly. He laughed with teary eyes. He kissed you.
“I know isn’t it great?!” Your eyes were watery too.
“That’s amazing we’re gonna have another baby!” He cupped your cheek wiping your tears away with his thumb.
“I love you so much Seb,” you whispered as he cradled your head against his chest.
“I love you too so much baby,” he whispered back.
Suddenly your bedroom door burst open, revealing your son.
“Daddy!” He squealed with glee.
“Hey Buddy!” Sebastian yelled, happy to be with his son. James jumped onto the bed attacking his father with a big hug.
“I missed you so much kiddo!” He said hugging his son to his chest.
“I missed you too daddy. Daddy you won’t believe it, Santa was here!” He let go of his father.
“What? No way! Did you see him?” You laughed, throwing your head back.
“Yeah he was here ask mommy. He said you will be home on Christmas.”
“Did he now?” James nodded.
“Merry Christmas James,” you told your son pulling him to you.
“Merry Christmas buddy,” Sebastian said ruffling his son’s dark brown hair.
“Merry Christmas,” your son replied pulling his dad into a hug too. This is the moments you lived for with your family.