i'm laughing and i'm also red faced and i don't know why

fluffyblue-artnwriting  asked:

Aaah I'm so happy you're doing prompts! So, I'd like to request some Klance, with the opening "I'm sorry." (also please don't kill anyone?)

Haha never fear, I can, occasionally, do the fluff thing too :P (good to specify though lol). Hope you enjoy!!


           “I’m sorry.”

           Lance paused in the middle of stripping off his gloves, looking up to see Keith still in full Paladin armor, holding his helmet under his right arm and looking away awkwardly. He was flushed, whether from exertion or embarrassment Lance couldn’t tell, his hair drawn back in a ponytail with the loose strands plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat.

           “Um… for what?” Lance asked, pulling his gloves all the way off and stretching his fingers. “For whupping my ass in training? I know that can’t be it, you do that every day and always have a real smug look on your face about it.” He stripped his black spacesuit shirt off and reached for his regular t-shirt.

           “No,” Keith said. “I mean, I– I’m not smug– That’s not the point.” He took a deep breath. Lance looked over his shoulder curiously. “I’m sorry I yelled at you when we first met. Back at the Garrison, I mean.” His mouth twitched in discomfort. Lance stared at him, slowly setting down the spacesuit shirt half-folded. His brain spun its wheels in place.

           “So… you do remember me.” Keith went red.

           “I had to think about it. Well, I mean, I remembered you, I remembered I had seen you around, but I only the other day remembered that we’d actually had a conversation and… I was kind of an ass.”

           “I asked you if you knew the way to the simulator and you told me the simulator was a piece of junk and if I relied on it for practice I must not be able to take off without crashing.” Keith ran a hand across his forehead, shoving his bangs to the side where sweat held them stuck at an unnatural angle.

           “I had crashed the simulator the day before,” he admitted. “I was being stupid and not paying attention because it wasn’t a real flight so it didn’t really matter, and Iverson chewed me out for almost an hour. ‘I know you can do better than that, Cadet’ and all that. It was the first time I’d crashed anything since I was twelve.” Lance was quiet, Keith still avoiding his gaze, but something bubbled up inside him and suddenly he was laughing, bent over double, his stomach aching from the pressure after the workout he’d just had, but he couldn’t stop. Keith whipped his head around to look at him. “What– Why are you—?”

           “I’m sorry,” Lance gasped. “I’m sorry it’s just… The great Keith Kogane… And you crashed… In the simulator… Oh my God I need a minute…” He bent over again, laughing for another good ten seconds before he managed to take a deep breath and stand back up, wiping tears from his eyes. “I guess you’re human after all,” he said, grinning. Keith shifted his weight back and forth.

           “Well, I just… We got off on the wrong foot, and that was my fault.” It was clearly a rehearsed line. Lance waited patiently, hiccups of laughter still leaking through every few seconds. “So I wanted to apologize and, um, maybe we can, uh, start over?” He stuck out a hand. “I’m Keith Kogane. Hi.” Lance rolled his eyes and took Keith’s hand.

           “Lance McClain. Former cargo pilot, now the Blue Paladin of Voltron. Pleasure to meet you.” They stopped shaking, but Keith didn’t let go of his hand just yet.

           “I don’t know if there’s a flight simulator on this ship, but I’m pretty hungry after that training session so. Um. Want to get something to eat?” Lance was suddenly hyper aware of the pressure of Keith’s hand in his, the ever-present intensity of his stare, and he felt warmth creeping into his cheeks as he stuttered slightly.

           “Why, Keith, are you asking me on a date? That’s pretty forward, considering we just met.” Lance winked at him and felt his cheeks go even redder. Keith yanked his hand away.

           “No, I’m– I’m just– I’m…” Lance felt a stone drop into his stomach and knew it showed on his face. Keith paused, staring, cleared his throat, and started over.

           “If I was, what would you say?” Lance’s eyes went wide, and he smiled just a little uncertainly.

           “I’d say,” he reached out and took Keith’s hand again, “that forward is just my style.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Love your blog! I'm from the uk and I was wondering if you can do junkrat/reaper/genji/soldier/Hanzo with a British s/o who starts to use British slang words like "sod it (forget it)" "I'm knackered (tired)" "bloody hell (fgs)" and they think it's really cute that they've gone full British mode and then their s/o gets self conscious and embarrassed cause they don't like their accent but they reassure them it's adorable?(you don't just have to use those words either if you don't want to)🤗

((Does it count that I use Aussie slang so I was about to say to an American friend how a bunch of bogans are having a party at like, 1am and I haven’t had a chance to get 40 winks in almost 3 weeks now??? - Mod Tez))

Originally posted by smauganna

Jamison Fawkes

  • Man he bloody loves British accents
  • poor lad he doesn’t show it well though.
  • The first time you went full on British mode he went total Aussie mode.
  • So you both spoke in so much slang that not even Sombra could hack you guys to understand the convo.
  • If you ever feel self conscious about your accent or the way you talk he tries to cheer you up.
  • “Oi get exactly what ya mean sheila! trust me ‘ere love half the time even good ol Roadie here doesn’t even get me!”
  • “If you think your accent is bad then oi must be the worst then eh love?”
  • Will pepper your face with kisses.
  • You’ll probably end up with soot all over your face.
  • But the soot is shaped like kiss marks.

Originally posted by thingsarelookinggrim

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

  • This man?????
  • Somehow????
  • Understands???
  • Some??
  • Slang?
  • He probably picks things up from the tone of voice and is actually quick to get what you say.
  • He finds the way your face scrunches up and turns red very cute.
  • He usually swears in Spanish and loves to talk shit about others with you.
  • He probably, solely, learns how to use your slang to talk shit about people’s fashion.
  • “Ah that red dress with the green high heels that have golden stilts… Aye I must say that’s bloody bullocks.”
  • Will totally ask if he’s saying things right.
  • If you’re feeling embarrassed he likes to pet your head to calm you down.
  • Honestly really cares for you and if anyone talks shit about your slang you can say that they’ll get their balls busted bad.

Originally posted by theblackmegadeus

Jack Morrison (Dad™76)

  • bOI
  • This man doesn’t understand even bloody hell
  • He’s always like, “??????”
  • “Why is bloody an insult? No one’s bleeding”
  • Tries to understand but never will.
  • Kinda feels bad about it too because when you get embarrassed he blames himself.
  • Tries to make you feel better by completely butchering the slang in a really, really strong attempt to try and make you smile.
  • “I feel…um, bloody knackered? because I don’t know what most of the bullocks you say means. Can you try and teach me some of those bullocks?”
  • you end up laughing a little and he feels like he accomplished something.
  • Just tell him what he said was right.
  • He ain’t leaving you alone until you teach him.
  • Wants to be very supportive about it.

Originally posted by bokumetsu

Genji Shimada

  • You see, the thing with Genji is.
  • He travelled alot to find peace with himself.
  • In the process he passed by the UK
  • He understands slang but doesn’t know how to use it himself.
  • He finds your tone change when you speak in slang very cute.
  • Will start to freak out in a good way when you go full British mode.
  • If you ever get upset about the slang
  • or embarrassed
  • or anything really.
  • He will pap your cheeks
  • He’ll squish your cheeks
  • And he’ll press his visor against them.
  • He always tells you,
  • “It took me years to come to terms with myself, you mustn’t worry about a small matter such as this one. You sound cute and you’re happy. That is what matters.”
  • Will totally hug you.
  • Gotta love cyborg boy

Originally posted by maneljavier

Hanzo Shimada

  • Lookie here
  • Hanzo was raised in a very traditional lifestyle and possibly the type of English he was taught was American English.
  • He wouldn’t understand smidge of British slang
  • Hell, he doesn’t even understand Aussie slang mate!
  • But unlike Soldier, he is quick to learn
  • and also unlike Soldier, he is stubborn about learning new stuff.
  • But if he sees you start to become upset about your accent and/or slang use, he will throw himself on a desk and get his ass schooled.
  • Will approach you with tea and surprise you.
  • “Bloody hell this tea and learning about your bloody slang was hell to get through… But for you it was worth.”
  • He sets the tea down and hugs you.
  • Will probably never use the slang again but is willing to use it to cheer you up.
Voltron: Legendary Defender, Keith and Lance in "Sexy" First Times
  • Keith and Lance sat on the bed making out, tongues colliding, hearts racing, hands running through hair and tracing up sides.
  • They both leaned back and gasped for air. Keith kissed Lance's neck and down his shoulders.
  • Lance pulled Keith back. They were laying on top of one another. However, Lance starts shaking nervously and blushes when he looks down at Keith.
  • -
  • Keith: *laying on the bed looking to see Lance on top of him, shaking with a nervous look on his face* What's wrong, Lance?
  • Lance: *still shaking* S-Sorry, Keith. Looks like I'm still nervous.
  • Keith: Oh
  • Lance: It's just... You l-look so c-cute and I can't j-just be...
  • Keith: *interrupts Lance* Will it help if I behave like the Red Lion?
  • Lance: No! That would be worse!
  • Keith: Oh, come on, Lance. We've been waiting for this for quite some time by now! Stop being such a drama king!
  • Lance: I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm like this. I really want this too!
  • Keith: How come you're such a flirt with the girls but a mess with me?
  • Lance: *sits up on the bed and rubs his head* Ugh, no idea. Maybe it has something to do with the Blue Lion.
  • Keith: Then, will it help if the Blue Lion would be of assistance?
  • Lance: *shocked and blushes* WHAT? No! I don't want the lions to be part of this, NEVER! It has to b-be just between us!
  • Keith: Well, I bet they have something to do with you being a flirt. Also... *takes out a part of blue cat ears and puts it on Lance* There, I meant it like this!
  • Lance: *confused* Huh?
  • Keith: *sits up and almost begins to laugh* Now you're the Blue Lion.
  • Lance: *growls with an angry look on his face* I'm not in the mood anymore.😠😡😠😡😠
  • Keith: *turns around and start laughing* Me neither!😂😂😂😂😂
  • Lance: 😡😠 I hate you, Keith.
  • Keith: No, you love me! 😆😂😆😂
  • Lance: Ugh 😡😡😡
26th & 28th/29th December Show Reports

Okay, I’m going to have to come clean at the start. This is another recap of two performances. One was with the full original cast (which I’ll talk less about, but I will cover the mistakes in it which were plentiful and glorious), which I will refer to as the Boxing Day show when I mention it, and the other was with James Howard as Draco and Morag Cross as McGonagall. The latter is the one for which I was sitting near the front of the stalls, and that’s the one I’ll focus on, because it was better and more interesting. 

(You’ll all be pleased to know I wrote over 2000 words less in this recap than I did my last one. It’s still almost long enough to be a dissertation though so… Sorry about that! I hope you enjoy.)

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la-mia-amico  asked:

Hello. I'm a huge fangirl and also a HUGE fan of your fanfics. I was wondering if I could request a Tadashi x reader story where in there's like this dance or something but then Tadashi wasn't able to come because of work but when the reader gets home, he surprises her there (it was dark but the apartment was filled with candlelights) and then they just have this incredibly romantic dance. (I'm a sucker for romance)Thanks so much for the Tadashi/Hiro feels. Please don't stop writing!

Sorry this took so long to post!  But here you go!


You walk into your boyfriend’s lab with a knock on the glass door to alert him of your presence.  He looks up and smiles when he sees you.  “Hey, Beautiful,” he greets, standing up as you walk over.  He places his hands on your hips as he leans in to kiss you.

“Hi, Tadashi,” you say to him with a smile.

“How were classes today over at USF?” he asks.

You shrug a shoulder, “School is school.  Nothing too interesting happened.  The only thing really, which is why I came over to ask you, is that my school is having a dance and I was wondering if you wanted to go.”

Tadashi raises an amused eyebrow, “Your school has dances?  I thought that whole thing ended after high school.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Normal schools have dances, Tadashi. Yours doesn’t only because everyone here is too wrapped up in their technology projects to notice that there’s still a world revolving outside their window.”

“Hey!” he protests, slightly insulted.

You laugh and cup his cheeks with your hands.  “Calm down, I’m only joking,” you pull his face down to yours to give him another kiss. “So, what do you say?” you ask.

“When is it?”

“Next Friday.”

Tadashi frowns and gives you his sad puppy look.  “(Name), I’m so sorry…”

You frown as well, “What is it?”

“Aunt Cass is going to be away next weekend and she asked me to cover the shift at the café on Friday for poetry night.”

You try not to let your disappointment show on your face, but looking up at Tadashi’s reaction, you can tell you aren’t doing a very good job.  “Oh, that’s alright.  It was just a stupid dance, anyways.” You try to wave it off.

Tadashi’s arms wrap around you as he pulls you into his chest.  “If I had any faith that Hiro could run the café for me, I’d ask, but I seriously don’t think he could do it without burning the whole place down.”

You laugh lightly, “Yeah, that’s probably not a very good idea.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Tadashi promises.

You pull back enough to look up at him, “You don’t have to do that.  There will be other dances.”

He leans down to kiss you again, “I’m still making it up to you,” he insists.

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  • psychic: *reading my mind*
  • me: here we go, the whiskering begins. gimme your face. no pressure. nose pressure ahahahhaha pa ching and pa zam. your nose is quite a nice texture today. today? that face is not helping. no, no, no, no. how do I look? pretty great. fabulous. aw aw. whiskening achieved. let's answer some Qs. that's an X. you had one job, phil. *clapping* what happens in the basement of google? it's where vloggers are born. mother. would you rather have barbed wire eyelashes, ow, or grass hair? uh, grass hair. why? get a tiny mower, different style everyday. brrr brrr brrr. is canada real? uh, no. it's a fictional country, isn't it? I was aboot to say. *finger snapping* advertise the item closest to you in the most disturbing way you can. it's actually a pair of my underwear which was on the floor. that is your underwear? oh my god. underwear? watch out for an under-scare! disturb not make the worst pun ever. sorry. do a creepy face! *dramatic music* oh wow, that's horrific *weird noises* nooo, no no no no. phil, sing the first song that comes into your head in a scottish accent. oh, I don't know what song is in my head. what the what was that? ow. rekt. no. that was like a russian no. what the fuck was that? there's a russian man in my stomach. I think phil's trying to drop hints that's he's a cannibal, guys. rrr. play tug of war with phil's stress mushroom. what is the stress mushroom? they mean this baby. no, not that. I hate that. No! *struggling* no *more struggling noises* Oh. there's wet stuff in it- OH MY GOD -what is this?-WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENED? rest in peace, disturbing mushroom. do the next question in dan's room. invent a new swear word and use it in a sentence. alright, ch-chanksplooned. alright, go on then. yeah, I chanksplooned your mom's face. do we wanna know what does chanksplooned-ok. what would be written on your tombstone? oh phil, there was never a better king of the universe. for god's sake. what's on yours, dan? ugh. dan, you're a penguin with rabies and phil, you're a mouse that's constipated. *weird noises* have a staring contest with dan while barking like dogs. whoever laughs first, wins. (?) 3, 2, 1. *barking noises* AH HA HA. y'all laughed. invent something that not one person would ever use. a bed made out of smashed glass. I wouldn't use it. fair enough. phil, sing the john cena theme while dan pretends to be john cena. *john cena theme* ow haha ow I knew that was coming *laughter* do an impression of a dying goose *weird noise* what the hell was- oh my god. *laughter* *weird noise* make a duet about ladders. ladders ladders ladders ladders ladders ladders ladders- who would(?) you step on them and you climb-ladders ladders ladders ladders- they're made of metal, they go up-ladders ladders ladders- if you're a fireman, they're really high. laddeeeerss. ladders ep. that's the symbol of our band. everyone put out their ladder hands. yeah, that's what the crowd's gonna be doing to our concerts. YEAH, LADDERS AH. you just broke the sound barrier. that's what happens when you go fast, you idiot. what the f- oh my god. become a season. oh oh wha what was that? oh, it's spring. you were birthing something. phil, what vegetable should be king? the op-carrot? scroll through your camera roll without looking, choose a random picture and explain the story. scroll scroll scroll STOP. I- I was witnessing nature in action. and taking sneaky photos of it, you perv. HAHAHA. what is happening in this photo? it looks like I'm in a public toilet mid-blink. wow. *bad beatboxing* dan, you're a nacho. phil, you're the salsa. make fanfic. I'm just so dry and crusty and until I just get inside you and submerged myself in your red juices. DIP ME - I can't get into myself-DIP ME DIP ME DIP ME AH DIP DIP AHH AHHH AAAHHH AHHH I'M COMPLETE MMMM MMM. stop it. let's all take a moment to just forget that happened. what is your favorite number of the alphabet? seventy-L. how dry is your wenis? wait, I know what your wenis is! ayee, ayee. it's this. mine's pretty soft. this is your wenis. let me stroke your wenis. that is a smooth wenis. tickle my wenis? *laughter* pretty soft as well. damn, guys. moisturized wenii. ah, let's just move on. let's move on. say a really unerotic word in a sexy voice and then lick your lips. exhaust pipe. OH *disgusted voice* OH I FEEL VIOLATED. concrete. *laughter* nooo. play the spoons. my grandma actually used to play the spoons so, prepare yourselves. *metal sounds* spoons. look up friendship yoga and imitate the first image. what? what the hell is that? HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THAT? so, we sit on our butts, not on our backs and make sure you're kinda like resting on your butt then feet together and then hands. reach. ah, I got one. and the other one. ow. ok. wait, wait, wait. alright now, over to the top. friendship. ow. *laughter* ow ow oh my god I pulled my leg oh oh. we have a very low friendship level otherwise that clearly would've worked. disaster. phil, reenact the photo of chris pratt and his raptors using house plants. I've got this. oh, god. here it is. ok, phil, very well done. *clapping* I'm so proud. that's pretty- you have a problem though. you seriously- I am chris plant. oh, did you just? do a trust exercise. no, no, no that's not a good idea. I'm actually scared. phil, you better-I'm gonna catch you. fall. oh my god. fall. AH OH OH MY GOD OH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH. your scream was incredible. YOU CAUGHT ME. I did. I DIDN'T DIE. Yeah. let's end this right now. So, there we go. thumbs up for another year of phil is not on fire. I'm quite shocked that I actually lived through this video-yeah- it was quite dangerous. You can click on phil's face to subscribe to his channel or my face to subscribe to dan. or click our bellies to subscribe to danandphilgames. is that a thing? give em a little tickle. ok. also, there's loads of new stuff on dan and phil shop so check the out- check that out- there's a link below. and we will see you guys next year. yeahh. i mean, we are gonna make videos but until this, the whiskers will return- there, there will be another of this. ACHOO. uh, sorry. I think that that's a good time to end it. Goodbye. *slow motion screaming*
  • psychic: what the actual fuck
Wrap Those Boys Around Your Finger (Rian Dawson/Jack Barakat imagine)

A/N: gonna be honest here, I’m not sure about this one but I hope it’s okay. Really great request but I just didn’t know how to end it cx Hope you like it!

Also when I was writing this I imagined everyone being teenagers, there’s a little bit of context I guess.

Title cred: Dear Maria, Count Me In // All Time Low

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An Unexpected Evening

Author: Assbutt

Character: Sam

Reader gender: female

Warnings: smut, fluff, cussing

You sit down on your bed and pop open your laptop for another hour of research. Sam was in the library and Dean was either eating or taking a nap, maybe both knowing him. Your phone buzzed next to you and the name ‘Sam’ lit up on the screen. You unlocked your phone and opened the message to see a picture of him hard. The only thing was, he wasn’t wearing anything over it. You gasped sharply and threw your phone at the foot of the bed. The image was burned into your mind, you shook your head and tried to blink it away, but nothing helped. You slowly got up and hesitantly picked up your phone, the picture still bright on your screen. You stared at it for what you knew was too long and then closed it. Sam hadn’t sent any words with it, so maybe he accidentally sent it to you. You type 'Uh, wrong person?’

The gray bubble pops up on the left of your screen, dots circulating. The words that came after were 'Actually, you are exactly the right person. :)’

Shit. Sam… He- what? You went and sat on your bed again, still thinking about the picture. This turned you on. Sam turned you on. You had never-

A light moan fell from your lips as your phone vibrated between your legs. Why did you set it there?

'How’s my baby?’ You read the message at least five times before replying 'Since when am I your baby?’ with a smug look.

'Since you stared at that picture as long as you did.’

What the fuck?! Did he have cameras in your room?! Jedi mind tricks?! You felt your face get hot and red.

'I gotta admit, that was pretty nice. ;)’ you quickly text back.

'There’s more where that came from.’ You could just imagine the look on his face right now.

Damn, this really did turn you on. Sam had never, ever since you’ve known him, been like this. Especially with you. 'I have a little something for you too.’ You snapped a picture of your cleavage and sent that.

'Oh, you don’t want to tease
me. 😈’ Sam quickly texted back.

'I think I do.’ You sent a picture of your thighs that time.

Sam shot back a picture that started with his belly button, to him tugging at the waistband of his jeans. You bit your lip at how you wish that could be your hand. You sent back the same sort of picture, tugging at the waist band on your shorts.

'Damn, you’re gorgeous.’ He replied.

'And you, are sexy as hell. 😏’ you laughed at yourself and the fact that this was actually happening.

'Glad to know I can live up to Crowley. 😋’ he texted.

'Lol, so Sam… What’s with the sudden burst of feelings for me?’ You gulp as you hesitantly press send.

Nothing. Then you see him type for a minute. It stops. Your heart is pounding hard against your rib cage and it feels like a hummingbird, begging to get out. Typing. Nothing. Typing for a couple minutes. Then a message pops up. 'Well, I was reading about how these creatures mate… And how similar it is to humans. They spend a lot of time together, then one day they develop feelings and just get together. I don’t know… But I thought of you and how much time we spend together. And I got a little excited…’

'Yeah Sam. I saw.’ You snickered and hoped he heard it through text.

'Would you like a live show?… We ask for volunteers. 😉’ you thought you almost heard him giggle all the way from the library.

'Oh idk… I’m kind of enjoying this Sam. 😆’

He sends another picture just like the first. You groaned and bit your lip at the picture, staring even longer this time.

'Don’t taunt me Sam. Plus, we’re sexting, not snapchatting. 🙊’

'What’s behind those hands (y/n)?’

'😳’ you clear your throat. Maybe there was a reason you and him had never done this before. You waited a solid five minutes, still no more messages. 'Sam, you know I was joking right?’ You pace the room nervously.

'Come to the library.’

'Gladly. 😊’ you look yourself over, fixing your clothes (although they would probably be in a pile on the floor in five minutes), and combing through your hair with your fingers. You walked out into the hall and out to the library. You skipped to the library excitedly, hoping today was your day to finally get laid by a Winchester. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. 'Come find me. 😋’

'The library is huge! How am I supposed to do that?’ You quickly typed.

'Look down each aisle of shelves. If I’m not there, remove an article of clothing. Then move to the next aisle. 😏’

'Shit, Sam. Once I get a hold of you… I swear…’

'😂’ Sam texted before your other message hardly got out.

'Can I get a hint or something?’ You ask.

'Start on the left shelves. Hurry, I’m growing impatient. 😈’

'You aren’t the only one.’ You snarked.

You walked to the left, the first aisle… Empty. You remove your shirt and continue. Aisle two, also empty. You remove your tank top. Next aisle vacant… Buh bye jeans. Doesn’t he want to take off ANY of your clothes himself? Guess not. The next aisle empty. You throw your bra down and that leaves you in your underwear. Now this is just pissing you off. Your brow begins to furrow in frustration until you see Sam in the next aisle. He was fully dressed. “What the hell? Why did I have to get undressed but you didn’t?”

“I thought you might like to undress me.”

“You thought right.” You smiled. You walked over to him beginning to remove his jacket and then his shirt. He pulled you in close, grabbing your ass. You moan into each other’s mouths as he grinds himself against you, giving the friction you both crave. You pull away from him to pull his pants down and throw them at the books in one swift move. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your feet off the ground and shoves you into the shelf. There would be bruises tomorrow, but not from the books. “Fuck, you’re so hot. And so wet for me.” He grunted and moved a hand down to your panties. You moaned as he stuck his fingers in them and pulled them down. He let you down to the floor, still pushing you against the books, kissing you violently. “Saaam-” you moan. “I need you. Now Sam.” You gripped his shoulders as he pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust. He then got up to speed, his hips slapping against yours. You could hardly hear the flesh on flesh over the ridiculous moaning from the both of you. “SAM!!!” You screamed into his neck and you went over the edge. He started trembling and he went over his edge in seconds. Once you were both done you got down to the floor, panting next to each other. You laid on top of him and he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you stroked his hair. In this moment you felt bliss, and comfort. You would never leave his side as long as you lived.

anonymous asked:

Great to have you back ! Can I have an one shot where I'm best friends with Golden Trio and I finally tell them that I'm dating Draco Malfoy and they don't really like it ?(: love you !

Oh my goodness thank you! It’s great to be back! I mean that, too, my writing is everything to me. I put a bit of a spin on the story and took some creative liberties, but still included what you mentioned here- I hope that’s alright!

PS I love you too!! xxxxx

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One week, he could understand. Two was fine. A month was alright. Two months was pushing it… and anything after that, well, let’s just say Draco didn’t appreciate your desire to keep your relationship a secret. It had been nearly two years since you had been official, yet you wouldn’t let him tell anyone. Sure, you had told your parents and he had told his, but that didn’t matter much to you. Your problem wasn’t even that the two of you were in Houses with a notorious rivalry! It was that you had three best friends that were also in your Gryffindor House: Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

This would pose quite the problem, as the four hated each other with a passion. You had even felt the same way about Draco for the first year and a half of Hogwarts… but one detention together and you found him not only undeniably attractive, but also rather witty and- dare you say it- kind. He was polite to you, at least. After lots of conversation, the two of you began dating during your third year at Hogwarts.

You were on your way to History of Magic when a hand grabbed your robes and tugged you out of the corridor and into an empty classroom. 

“Good morning, someone’s looking fit today.” Draco murmured into your ear, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. 

“Hey, babe.” You smiled up at him before kissing for a few moments. 

“I was thinking we could go into Hogsmeade this weekend for a bit on Saturday, what do you think, love?” He suggested, his pale face flushed in your presence and blue eyes bright. 

You bit your lip and his face fell slightly, “I want to Draco, you know I do. But we haven’t told anyone yet and-" 

"Alright, I get it. Never mind.” He frowned and released his hold on you.

“Aw, please don’t be upset with me.” You took his hands in yours and played with his fingers, trying to get him to smile. 

“We’ve almost been dating for two years and I don’t think I can keep it a secret like this- it’s ridiculous.” He argued flatly. 

“I know, Draco, I’m sorry! I- I’ll tell them tonight.” You conceded and he immediately flashed a smile he reserved solely for you. Picking you up, he spun you and and kissed you hard repeatedly before you had to get to class. 

“I love you! Have fun with Professor Binns!” He teased and you made for the door. 

“Aren’t you coming?” You asked, waiting for him. 

“I don’t much feel like Divination today, I’m skiving off.” He grinned wickedly and you rolled your eyes, exasperated, as you exited the room and hurried to class. 

You entered the History of Magic classroom at least ten minutes late, but Binns paid no attention. Out of breath, you made your way to your seat next to Hermione in the very back. 

“Where were you?” She whispered, Harry and Ron looking at you expectantly. 

“Oh, you know,” They only blinked and you turned red, “I’ll tell you after dinner.” Your friends seemed to accept this and you groaned internally at what was to come. 

* * * *

All throughout the day you were uneasy, and it didn’t help that Draco stared and winked every chance he got. 

* * * * 

“I can’t believe Snape gave us an entire essay on elixirs- the slimy git!” Ron moaned as the four of you trudged up to Gryffindor Tower. 

“He’s evil, that’s what he is.” You joined in, and Ron nodded fervently. 

“Well, Professor Vector gave me top marks on my last assignment- why don’t you just take Ancient Runes?” Hermione suggested and you laughed. 

“Hermione, no offense, but I have a hard enough time understanding each Transfiguration lesson- runes won’t help anything.” Harry interjected and you all chuckled, entering into the common room and grabbing your favorite chairs. 

“Oh! Y/N, what did you have to tell us earlier?” Hermione asked, setting aside a thick volume for a moment. 

“Uhhh.. well I actually feel bad about this…” You were red, but forced yourself to continue, “See, I’ve sort of had a- a boyfriend for quite some time now.” You finished and scratched your arm nervously. 

“Pfft,” Ron made a noise of indignation, “You didn’t think you could tell us that?" 

"Yeah, c'mon, Y/N, we are your best friends.” Harry added jokingly. 

“You’re right. We’ve been dating for almost two years, now.” You added. 

“That’s wonderful! When can we meet him? He’s a Ravenclaw isn’t he?” Hermione asked excitedly. 

“Er- not exactly." 

"A Hufflepuff then!” Ron interjected, “Not MacMillan, is it?”

“Oh, God, no- not Ernie! And… not a Hufflepuff.” You hesitated. 

“Wow, I thought we could’ve figured it out since he’s a Gryffindor. But I give up- tell us the name." 

"Draco.” Their reactions would have been comical, had it not been the present situation. Ron sputtered and turned an odd shade of light green; Harry looked furious at the mention of his nemesis’ name; Hermione was in such shock that her book fell to the floor and she didn’t even notice. 

What?!” All three of them shouted at the same time. 

“We met in detention once and just sort of… started talking. He’s quite kind to me.” You added quickly. 

“Erm,” Hermione was the first to speak, “I ‘spose as long as her, er, is nice then it’s okay?” She finished it as a question and grimaced a bit. 

“I know you guys probably don’t like it,” At this, Harry and Ron nodded vigorously out of sheer horror, “But that’s what I had to tell you." 

"Uh. Well that's… right. Okay.” Ron struggled for words and you laughed, breaking the tension. 

“You’re still our best friend, Y/N, we just hate your slimy- sorry- git of a boyfriend.” Harry summed it up for you and you smiled. With that, you left to find Malfoy to tell him the news.

As soon as you stepped out of the portrait hole, you ran straight into someone and they caught you just before you fell. Looking up, your eyes met his blue ones and you relaxed into his arms. 

“I told them!” You grinned and he kissed you hard. 

“So, Hogsmeade it is.” Draco winked and intertwined his hand with yours.

Give Me Love - Chapter Five

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |

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anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//

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‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.

'Yeah?’

'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’

'Yeah?’

'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’

'Ok.’

-

'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.

-

'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.

-

'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.

-

'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.

-

//The end.//

The Dusk

It’s the end of the battle. Everything is in ruin.

And Yuu is dying. Mika can only cry, holding onto him and keep on calling, “Yuu-chan…” in a broken voice.

Yuu turns his head to his squad, his trembling fingers reaching at Shinoa’s. Begging her to promise him that she will take care of Mika, because Shinoa is the one Yuu trusts the most.

“Please keep on living.”

It was the last thing Yuu can say to his family. His fingers stop caressing Mika’s hair.

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Bond With the Fishes

Prompt from codenameianto: I was thinking about the “don’t step on that fish, castiel” line, and just- what if cas can talk to fish? like, an angel thing? and team fw are walking across the street to the grocery store or whatever and pass like a petco with goldfish on display in the windows? cas hearing all of the fish horror stories of the pet store and buying EVERY LAST FISHY there. destiel bunker + like 200 fish.

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“What are you guys, twelve?!” As loud as Dean screamed it across the street, he knew it went on deaf ears. With a heavy sigh, the hunter ducked his head and busied himself unloading the groceries into the Impala by himself.

When the last bag was stuffed into the back seat, and the door was slammed, Dean found himself muttering curses under his breath as he made his way across the street. He knew the moment Sam mentioned that there might be puppies or kittens at Petco that Castiel would be gooey eyed over the place. All he wanted was to go back to the bunker and soak in a tub of water that would melt the skin off of his aching bones. But he didn’t grumble anymore when he walked into the building and saw his brother crouching down with a golden retriever on his lap.

It wasn’t every day Dean got to see that spark in Sam’s eyes, the same spark that used to be apparent before Sam found out about the supernatural. It took Dean’s breath away as he stood stone still in the middle of the pet store. The puppy was yipping and lapping at Sam’s cheeks, making the taller man coo and laugh heartedly.

Dean found himself walking over toward Sam with a smile on his face. “No dogs at the bunker, Sammy.”

“You’re such a party pooper.” Sam stuck out his tongue at his older brother before turning his attention back to the ball of fur now curling up against his shins. “She could be a guard dog.”

“Nope.” Dean’s heart hurt a little to deny this but he knew it was for the best. “Our life is no place for a pet.”

“Then you should probably go find Cas. My best guess is he went straight for the guinea pigs.” Sam shot Dean a shit-eating grin. “Good luck saying no to his ‘puppy face’.”

“Fuck.” Dean turned on his heel before searching frantically through the store. All he needed was his angel to bring home a box full of rodents.

The more empty isles he came upon the more worried he grew. He breathed in relief when he saw that the guinea pig area was Cas-free. Then his gut dropped to the floor. His eyes fell on a dark-haired head on top of a tan trenchcoat at the register. The closer Dean got, the more he could hear what Castiel was saying along with his flailing arms.

“They’re trapped in there! When do you feed them?! They are starving! One of them dies and you allow it to float there for hours! How could you be so blatantly cruel to one of God’s creatures?!” Castiel was menacingly glaring down the worker with the wrath of God Himself.

“Shit,” Dean murmured under his breath when he saw how red his angel’s face was. Taking in a deep breath, he reached out and pressed his palm against Cas’ choulder softly. “Hey, sweetheart? What’s going on here?”

Castiel’s blue eyes flashed over to meet his, a little of the anger receding. “They are miserable here, Dean! I will not allow for such a monumental creature to be treated as such!”

“’Monumental creature’?” Dean glanced over at the worker to see that she was flushing and looking anyway but at them. “How do you know they’re miserable? They could love-“

“They told me.” Cas stated simply before turning back to the worker. “I am taking all of them.”

Her eyes widened comically as her jaw fell open. “All of them?”

“Yes. I don’t care about the cost.” Castiel reached into his coat pocket. “Please have them bagged for me. I will also need a tank.”

“’A tank’? ‘All of them’? Wait, what-“ Dean felt like he was living his worst nightmare right there in Petco. “Cas, we can’t-“

The angel tilted his head to give Dean a seriously deadly glare. “Are you going to stop me?”

Dean swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No.”

As the three of them were driving back to the bunker in the Impala, Castiel was idly chatting with the fish that were bagged and spread out across the entire back seat and floor. Dean couldn’t find the heart to pretend like this wasn’t one of the reasons why he loved Cas so much. And even though he spent a week getting dirty looks from Sam, he thought it was worth it when he’d see Castiel reading a book by one of the many tanks now littering the library.

Valentine's Day
  • A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE. It's actually close to the end of the day for us, but I know that many of you have just started the day. So I hope that you all have a terrific valentine's day. Feel free to share with us in our askbox what you are planning for the day or what you did!
  • Liam: The boys were currently on tour, and for Valentine's Day they happened to be just a few cities away. However, you pretended that there was too many things happening and you were busy so you couldn't visit him. Being the understanding boyfriend that he is, he encouraged you to stay at home and deal with the things. You had told the rest of the boys about your plan and they helped with the execution of the plan. So there you are, sitting near the front of the stage, but not so close that he can spot you whilst performing. The boys had spent the first half of the concert annoying Liam, such as pulling up his shirt during his solo, just to entertain you (and the screaming fans too). "Daddy Direction's been a bit lonely lately." Louis pipes up during their twitter session, nudging Liam a few times. "Especially tonight since it's valentine's day" he continues, as Liam nods facing the crowd and pouts. "But we can help him out, can't we?" Harry jests, as he and Zayn make their way off stage and towards you. "You see, we can make dreams come true." Niall chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows at a confused Liam. As Harry and Zayn bring guide you towards the stage, Liam laughs in surprise. "(Y/N)! You lied to me" he chuckles as he runs to hug you. "Oh! Get a room!" Louis exclaims in mock disgust, causing the crowd to respond with 'awwww's and laughs.
  • Zayn: "What's this?" you ask in bewilderment as he hands you a Tiffany & Co. box. "Oh Zayn! We promised on no presents" you smile at him, before slowly untying the ribbon and opening the box. You gasp as you see the gold necklace with a bow pendent. "I know you've had your eyes on something like that for ages." he explains, with a lopsided-grin painted on his face. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe!" he exclaims as you jump into his arms and wrap your arms around him. "You really really shouldn't have." you muse. "Turn around so I can put it on you" he tells you. After he fastens the necklace he leans down and places a kiss on your neck, mumbling an "I love you" into the nap of your neck. You turn around and kiss him, your hands running through his hair. "I love you too" you beam back at him. You both share a moment, staring into each other's eyes, until Zayn blurts "We should really get ready soon. We have a booking at that fancy French restaurant in the city for 7pm and it's-" "Dinner?" you interrupt, surprised at the plans he's made for the day. "Yeah" he smirks, "so go get dressed".
  • Niall: Niall had surprised you with tickets to London for Valentine's Day. The boys were there for a couple of weeks for promotion for their upcoming album. "Should I dress fancy?" you call out to your boyfriend from the bathroom. "No. Just something comfy and casual, love" he replies. "That will definitely do" he smirks, leaning on the bathroom door frame, watching you wrapped in your towel. "Actually, why don't we just cancel the plans and have a night in" he suggests, placing his hands on your hips and trailing soft kissed up your neck. "Not now" You giggle, trying to push him away so you can get dressed. Having decided on what to wear, you catch a cab to South Bank, where the London Eye is. Upon arriving, you are redirected straight to the capsule, as Niall had a reservation. "This is beautiful, Niall" you sigh, looking out at all the lights and buildings. He has booked a private capsule just for the two of you, and you had insisted on bringing take away pizza to eat during the rotation. "It's not the most beautiful thing here though" he smoothly replies, as you blush under his gaze. "Thank you so much for all this" you tell him, "honestly, this is amazing!" You lean in to kiss him, placing one hand on the side of his face, the other hand's fingers laced with his. Your lips yield to the softness of his lips, and your hands run feverishly through his hair. His hands linger at the small of your back. You both relish in the passion, until you let out a gasp for breath. "I love you so so much" he whispers, "happy valentine's day". "I love you too, Niall" you smile, before he closes the gap between your lips with one swift movement.
  • Harry: "GOOD MORNING, LOVE!" Harry exclaims cheerfully, sliding the curtains open to let the morning sunshine in, much to your chagrin. "Just 10 more minutes" you mumble from under the duvet, placing the pillow on top of your head. "It's Valentine's Day and I made you breakfast" he responds enthusiastically, jumping on to the bed and under the duvet. He lifts the pillow from your head and kisses you on the cheek, accentuating the 'mwah' sound. "Urgh" you groan, "you are way too chirpy in the morning". "You love it." He smirks, as his arms snake around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You turn around to face him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He places kisses on your neck and cheek, as you giggle, noticing that his hands had slipped under your top. "Harry, stop!" you laugh as his slight stubble tickles you. "Not until you wake up." he tells you, his hands tickling the side of your stomach. "OKAY, OKAY! I'M UP!" you exclaim, jumping out of bed and making your way towards the kitchen. You turn around, looking at your boyfriend still resting on the bed with a smug look on his face. "I thought you wanted me to wake up" you grumble, annoyed that you could have stayed in bed. "I did. But I also like the view" he smirks, pointing at your hot pants, which you wore to bed, "On second thought, why don't we just have breakfast in bed" he continues, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you. You roll your eyes, too hungry to even take him seriously. "Come on, Harold! You said you made breakfast. I'm hoping you made pancakes" you reply, walking towards the kitchen.
  • Louis: As you walk into your living room, you notice a yellow envelope on your coffee table with your name scribbled on the front of it. You open it to find a note written to you, clearly from Louis judging by the handwriting. "Dear (Y/N), hopefully by the time you read this you have had some coffee and a nice lunch so you don't become annoyed at me. Today is a very special day, so I have set out some clues for my very special person (that's you, in case you're wondering). So let's continue with the first one: Roses are red, this one is blue. Sometimes I like to ride with you ;) You chuckle at his childish antics, pondering on what it could be. You walk around your house, attempting to scope out the item, until you pass a picture of you and Louis on your third date, and you were holding- "THE BLUE BICYCLE. Of course" you mutter to yourself, jogging towards the garage, and lo and behold, attached to your bicycle is another envelope. "Congratulations! As you can remember, this is the bicycle you had with you when I first met you. Anyways, I know scavenger hunts are supposed to have more clues but I couldn't wait. So, make your way to the place we met that night, and maybe we'll have some afternoon delight ;)" You quickly take your handbag and lock the house, snapping your helmet in place and wheeling your bicycle outside. You make your way to the local park, where you had first met Louis. Upon arriving, you spot him sitting on a picnic blanket under a tree, near the duck pond, with a picnic set up. "Happy Valentine's!" he beams at you as you drop your bicycle on the grass, running towards him with a giant grin on your face. You jump on him causing him to fall backwards out of surprise. You both laugh hysterically, with you lying on top of him. "I love you so much" he tells you, carefully brushing back loose strands of your hair. "I love you too, Louis' you reply with a sincere smile, resting your head against his chest.
Preference #42: Sharing Time

Jack: ‘Come on, mate, you have to tell us!’ 'No! She’d kill me if I did! She’s right in there!’ 'Oh, she’s in the kitchen, and the other girls are chatting away in there, she can’t hear you. Go on! Tell us a little about Y/N!’ 'Yeah!’ 'Yeah!’ 'Oh, I’m sure you guys don’t want to hear all the horny details! That’d be boring conversation!’ The boys chided him playfully, Will and Ben shoving him at the sides while Jacob continuously tapped his knee with a pencil. They asked about his sex life with you, and Jack normally didn’t kiss and tell, but you did things too good to resist. 'Is she kinky?’ 'Is she shy?’ 'Does she like it from the back or front?’ 'Guys! I’m not telling you all that! It’s private!’ 'For once, I’m actually NOT the boring twin,’ Finn teased from his seat on the armchair. Fortunately for you, through all the girl-talk in the kitchen, you heard his reply in between. 'Alright, alright, one question. I’ll answer one question,’ You saw him through the little window between the living room and kitchen, blushing in his foolish grin. They all jumped at him with questions, but Finn simply said: 'I think there’s one thing we all want to know…What are her tits like?’ The boys all agreed with the question, and Jack turned red, hiding his face in a pillow. Finn gave a smug smirk and waited. 'Are they as big as they look or is that a padded bra she wears?’ He asked. 'No, no…they’re…they’re pretty nice.’ 'Just nice? Not amazing or fantastic?’ Finn mocked a yawn. He locked eyes with you and winked. Ugh, the little bugger! He’s only doing it because you’re listening. 'No, they’re gorgeous. I mean, they sort of fit in my hands a bit, but they’re big and soft and…you know…’ 'And? Eh? Don’t leave us hanging!’ Ben prodded his side. 'And I like them.’ 'I think it’s a little bit more than just like when you stare down my top all the time,’ You commented as you set down a fresh bowl of crisps for them. Their jeering fell silent once they saw you; Jack sunk back into the couch as if they were one. You sauntered back into the kitchen where you and the girls began bursting into laughter.

Finn: 'So, where you two going?’ You heard Jack ask his brother in the hallway. All your luggage was packed, but you were making a few last minute preparations and checks before you left for the airport. 'Rome. She’s been begging me to take her since we went, so now that I got some time off, I’m going.’ 'You do realize that you’ve always had time off?’ 'No, I’ve had our channel and the new office and other stuff going on that I couldn’t leave home. Now I can.’ 'Is this one of those 'we’re-actually-going-to-see-stuff-when-we-get-there’ trips or the 'let’s-go-to-a-foreign-country-and-have-loads-of-sex-all-day-long’ kind of trips? Are you actually leaving the room at any point? Emmy will see the pictures and I’d prefer they were of an innocent nature.’ Finn laughed, 'Yes, because you’re so concerned about our little sister’s virgin eyes, right?’ 'I am.’ 'If you must know, we ARE actually doing things when we get there. I planned a whole weekend for just the two of us…one of those days being a sex-driven rampage throughout our hotel room.’ 'I…I don’t need to know-’ ’-We can start on the bed, then move to the floor, then get on a table, then a chair, then against the windows! Fuck, I’ll screw her on the balcony if she let me.’ Your jaw dropped but you also laughed. You saw Jack’s reaction from the doorway, putting hands over his ears and quickly humming 'Mary had a Little Lamb’. Finn followed him up the stairs, detailing more sexual escapades in store for you before Jack shut the door. He came back down them please as ever. 'Nothing makes him run off like putting dirty images of me naked in his head.’ 'Why would he picture you?!’ 'Because in order to picture you, he has to picture me.’ You blushed as he pecked your cheek, let him take your hand as he announced your departure to the rest of the house. 'Would you let me screw you on a balcony?’ He asked hours later on the plane. 'Depends.’ 'On?’ 'What position? Like over the railing? Against the railing? On a table on the balcony? On the balcony floor? Like, what’s the plan there, Finn?’ 'Probably against it or like at the table and just be super discrete the whole time…wait, hold on, you didn’t say 'no’…’ 'Eh, I guess I didn’t. How about that?’

Dan: 'Okay Dan, you ready?’ 'Yes.’ 'Truth or Dare.’ 'Oh gosh…Um…I think I’m gonna go with truth on this one.’ 'Alright…’ You watched Louise pull a paper from the 'truth hat’, and succumb to laughter. 'What? What is it?“ Dan asked nervously. Louise said, 'Tell us about your first time.’ 'Like…Like first time with sex?’ 'Uh huh’. 'Oh my…Um, I…’ He exchanged a glance with you before answering, 'Embarrassingly enough, it was with my girlfriend, Y/N.’ 'Awww! How sweet!’ 'Yeah, uh, we had been dating for a bit before. She said she didn’t want to immediately jump into sex and I didn’t either, so we like didn’t talk about sex much for I’d say….the first six months of our relationship. Like, I wanted her to feel comfortable with me. I didn’t want to like rip off my clothes and be like 'lay with me, fair maiden!’, you know!’ 'Just come dressed as Prince Charming and just-’ She made a ripping motion on her chest, ’-Strip if off.’ 'Yes, I didn’t want to frighten her away with my hideous physique. But then one night, we had gone to this friend’s house for a party and when I dropped her off she invited me in for a bit. We started kissing quite, um, heavily,’ You saw the blush rising in his cheeks, which Louise pointed out. 'And…um, yeah we got down to it. At first I thought like, 'omg, this is it. I’m gonna shag her. What do I do?’, but then everything sort of fell into place. I didn’t feel dirty or completely ashamed of myself afterwards, which I hear is a good thing-’ ’-very good thing. Not to be ashamed. How was he?’ She asked you quickly.Dan instantly laughed into a pillow, looking up at you for an answer. 'Come here, get over here,’ She called you over to the sofa, where you sat beside her to get into the shot, 'If you guys don’t know, this is Dan’s girlfriend, Y/N. You can check her out a quick moment on (your youtube channel) and subscribe,’ 'Appreciate it lots,’ 'Now, Y/N?’ 'Yes, Louise?’ 'I have a question all the Dangirls and I want to know…’ 'Oh god! Why?!’ Dan chuckled into the pillow, though you ignored him. You were blushing enough as it was, 'On a scale of 1 to 10, how was he?’ '11…Definitely an 11.’ 'Woah!’ You winked at him, laughing at his sheepish face.

Phil: You loved coming home with Phil. You loved his parent’s house, him showing all the places he hung out at, meeting his old school friends and generally seeing a different side of Phil. You loved his old bedroom, hearing about his old obsessions and how weird of a child he’d been. His parents were lovely people, and Alan couldn’t be more welcoming when he visited. You spent Christmas Eve helping him mother around the house, setting up for the party while the men were occasionally called in for heavy lifting. His mother taught you all the old dishes Phil loved (you asked, since you wanted to make them for him one day). It made you feel so old-fashioned, but you liked it. Phil did too. 'Hey, Y/N looks great,’ You heard Alan say from outside. He and Phil were making snowmen out of pure boredom, but there weren’t too far for you not to hear them. 'Yeah, she does. I’m surprised she even likes me. She’s too pretty for me.’ 'I second that,’ 'Shut up.’ You laughed watching Phil throw a bit of snow at his brother. You heard a bit of silence, before Alan spoke up again: 'So…What’s she like?’ 'What do you mean 'what’s she like’? You’ve met her.’ 'No, not like that you doofus. I mean…in the bedroom…What’s she like?’ You saw Phil become more concentrated on making the snowman’s head, before Alan began nudging him. 'Come on, Phil.’ 'I’m not going to talk about her like that. She’s a lady, and I respect her.’ 'Don’t be boring, mate. Does she wear sexy underwear? Does she like it rough or are you gentle with her? Come on, don’t hold out.’ 'Alan, I’m not telling you that. It’s private.’ 'What’s her favorite position? She looks like the cowgirl riding type to me.’ 'Alan…’ 'Or maybe missionary. I don’t know. I see her as a traditional position kind of lover. I mean, I could be wrong. Am I wrong?’ 'Well…She does like being on top.’ Alan chuckled, 'Really?’ 'Yeah, she’s amazing too. She like does all these little hip movements, and I just like…I never know what to do except just like, enjoy her.’ 'I’d enjoy her too if it were me.’ 'Oh my God, shut it!’ Phil laughed. You saw his red cheeks, and the embarrassment in them as he threw more snow at Alan. The two then began a miniature snowball fight ended by their mother calling them in for dinner. You couldn’t help yourself. You retired early to bed, going into Phil’s old bedroom and texting him from upstairs: 'When I do those little hip movements…you can just watch ;)’

one direction // preference // he sticks up for you
  • harry: you'd always been quite shy when it came to people you weren't familiar with. but it always made it worse when the people you weren't familiar with, weren't exactly all that friendly to you. usually run ins with fans were pleasant experiences because you didn't really say all that much while harry did all the talking, signing and photographs. however, this time, the fans that had stopped you weren't the least bit friendly towards you. they took their photos with harry before one of them muttered how harry could do much better than you. you decided to ignore it since the confrontation wasn't really your thing, but harry immediately turned around to the girls and asked them to come back over. once they did, he shook his head, talking softly but sternly, 'i understand that jealousy can cause people to do ugly things, but seriously, if you have nothing nice to say; don't say anything at all. i'd appreciate it if you girls were happy that i'm happy with my girlfriend. that's really all i ask.'
  • zayn: the two of you had gone out shopping for the day, zayn deciding to spoil you with clothes and such since you would be flying home soon - and he would be staying on tour. he was holding most of your shopping bags as you looked through the clothing racks. after you'd picked out a few items, you moved to the change rooms and tried them on. you showed zayn a bit of a revealing outfit because you thought it would be nice to feel a little bit sexy. as you stepped out, you smiled at zayn, but caught two of the sales assistants whispering to each other before laughing and looking at you. immediately your heart sank, and you moved straight back into the dressing room and got back into the clothes you wore into the shop. you left the items hanging up as you walked out of the store, but zayn was talking to the sales assistants. you wanted to just get out of there, but he was adamant that he needed to scold them for being so awful to you. and he did just that - leaving the two girls red faced and speechless.
  • louis: it was on the red carpet, louis' arm around you while you both posed for the photographs being taken. this was a big enough feat for you in itself. you didn't ever feel comfortable in front of so many cameras - especially since you were just the girlfriend. not the celebrity. as you two continued down the carpet, you heard a few yells from the paparazzi and the fans, but one caught your attention. a girl behind a barrier had shouted out, 'why did you even bring her? you deserve better louis!'. though you tried to ignore it because you didn't want to make a big deal out of it; mainly so you didn't get embarrassed but also because you didn't know what you'd even say to the girl; louis had different ideas. he told you to wait there, before he walked over to the girl and quietly asked her to keep her opinion to herself and that she needs to get over her jealousy.
  • niall: you'd tagged along to one of the signings that the boys were doing for their new book. you sat to the side with some of the crew, staying out of the way but occasionally bringing over bottles of water for the boys, and helping move some of the gifts to the back. it was fun, and you were enjoying getting to see the boys interacting with all their fans and having a good time. as you brought over the bottles of water again, you stopped a little longer with niall. he leant up and pressed a kiss to your lips with a grin. the girl that was waiting for her book to be signed, rolled her eyes and muttered, 'fame-whore.' she looked straight at you as she said it, and you felt your cheeks heat and a flash of heat go through your body. you didn't say anything, taking a step back but niall reached out and grabbed your wrist, keeping you close to him. 'i think you can apologise to my girlfriend thanks.' he said to the girl who turned bright red, 'i'd like you to apologise, and realise that she's dating me because we love each other. not for anything else.'
  • liam: the two of you had gone out to an exhibition that liam's friend was holding - and it had been a generally good day. then everyone went to the after-party and had a few drinks. you were standing with liam, drink in hand, when one of the guests came up to you and with a laugh said, 'of course you're having another drink. how could you have a girlfriend like that? not in control of her at all.' she slurred to liam, shaking her head. you felt sick, and unbelievably embarrassed. you bit your lip and walked off, but liam didn't follow. he stepped closer to the girl and shook his head, 'first of all, i'm not supposed to control her. she's my girlfriend, not my fucking dog. and second of all, if you think you can say shit like that to or about her, you have another thing coming for you. i think you need to take a look at yourself before you start on other people. got it?' he said, before following you through the crowd. he took your hands and brought them to his lips, sighing, 'don't listen to it okay? none of it has any truth to it. i promise.'
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