i'm sorry i made something totally different and it was so ugly

victims of circumstance

Pairing: Reader x Hansol/Vernon
Genre: ANGST OH BOY is there angst (and some fluff I guess)
Request: “could i request a Vernon scenario where it’s angsty at first because vernon and the reader get into a big fight and break up and then they see each other at a party later on and its really awkward. but then they get trapped in a room together and eventually make up.”
Word count: 3,619
A/N: Requested by anon. I’m sorry this took me like. A month. I’m sorry if I didn’t stay entirely true to form as per the request, but I hope you like it (sorry it’s a mess)!

“You miss him, don’t you?”

You loved Jun, but you hated the fact that he was always right. You couldn’t hide anything from him. He would pick up on literally everything: the slightest falter in your smile, the quietest crack in your voice, or the smallest tremor in your hand. Recently, it had been all three.

"Yeah,” you admitted. It wasn’t worth lying to Jun. He always knew when you were lying.
“Y/N…”
“I know, I know,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I just…”
“In fairness, it’s only been two weeks.”
“I’d hoped I would’ve at least gotten a bit better by now.”
Jun sighed. “Have you spoken to him at all?”
“Nope.”
“Would you?”
“Nope.”

You still couldn’t quite believe that you and Hansol had broken up. For the longest time, you’d thought the two of you were unshakable. You’d been together for a year and a half - longer than any relationship the two of you had been in prior - and you’d loved him with all your heart. And he’d loved you, too. The breakup seemed to just be a product of circumstance. That, more than anything, was the worst part about it. It just seemed to be something that neither of you could do anything about. Worst of all, it felt like he hadn’t wanted to do anything. He’d just let you go.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
You felt Jun’s arm over your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. You felt bad for him; he’d put up with your heartbroken bullshit for two whole weeks. He’d listened diligently, and he’d been very kind to you, but you knew that it was beginning to rub him the wrong way; he was a pragmatist.
“It’s just…” You took a deep breath, genuinely impressed by how stable it was. “I just feel like he didn’t want to try. Like… he didn’t care about me or the relationship enough to try and work things out.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a headcannon where the MC has an eating disorder and the rfa (+v and saeran) find out and how they would react?

Sure, sure!! Thanks for the request, anon!! TRIGGER WARNING: ANOREXIA


Yoosung:

-You and Yoosung binge ate

-And then you finally beat the boss in LOLOL

-By that time

-It was 2am

-As Yoosung lumbered off to bed

-You went to bathroom

-Time to get this over with

-It was about a month ago

-You and Yoosung went to a LOLOL Convention

-And Yoosung being Yoosung

-Made you cosplay with him

-“Yoosung, please, I’m not skinny enough to be a cosplayer.”

-“PLEASEEEEEEE???!”

-You finally gave in and dressed up

-The whole time you were there you felt self conscious

-You couldn’t help but look at everyone’s fit, beautiful body

-Ugh.

-You leaned over the toilet

-until you heard a whimper

-You turned your head in horror to see Yoosung leaning on the door

-He slowly slides down until he is seated

-tears are streaming down his face

-“MC, just..why..?”

-You slowly walk over to him

-but before you can say anything

-He grabs you and wraps you in a tight hug

-“MC…it was that time wasn’t it… the convention..I’m so sorry..MC…”

-“Yoosung.. I…-”

-“MC, I don’t understand… you’re perfect. Perfect in every way possible. I love you, MC, and it… it hurts to see you like this..”

-His face is red from crying

-his eyes gave such a sorrowful look you couldn’t bare to see

-“Please, MC, Please.”

-You told him about it

-He told you over and over that you’re beautiful

-even if it makes him blush

-And he secretly hates cosplaying now

Jaehee:

-You got up from your dinner the two you were eating

-“Ah–MC, there’s still food on you plate”

-“I-Oh-I’m not hungry.”

-You’re never hungry

-Jaehee noticed this and took careful note of when you were actually eating

-One night

-You hovered over the toilet

-You stuck two fingers in your mouth

-You threw up the small amount of food you ate

-UNTIL

-you sensed someone’s presence

-Jaehee.

-You turned and saw Jaehee staring at you

-Her horrified expression hurt more than your stomach

-“I-uh… Jaehee..”

-Her hand covered her mouth

-You can hear inaudible sentences in-between sobs

-She reaches for you and holds you in a tight embrace

-“MC, you’re beautiful. I love you. You have to eat something, please.”

-You both cry together

-Later she makes you one of your favorite foods

-And you both snuggle together as she talks to you until you fall asleep

Zen:

-It happened about two weeks ago

-One of Zen’s fans was trashing you and on the internet

-“Omi god did you see Zen’s girlfriend? Such an ugly bitch. How much does she eat?! Fucking fat ass! I guess anyone can be Zen’s girlfriend Lol!”

-You knew that it was probably some girl that was jealous of you but the harsh words got to you

-And soon

-You were fasting

-It was this particular night

-You thought he wouldn’t be home from his acting practice so soon

-“MC! I’m home!”

-He looks around

-when he doesn’t find you

-He gets a little nervous

-he literally searches the entire apartment

-And where does he find you?

-In your room, weighing yourself again

-His face changes to one of remorse

-“MC, this is the fifth time today.”

-Before you can say anything

-He kisses you

-“MC, you’re beautiful, inside and out. I love you with all my heart…What happened?”

-You tell him about the fans comment

-IF YOU DON’T THINK HE’LL MAKE A SUPER LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG LETTER TO ALL HIS FANS ABOUT ‘HOW DISAPPOINTED HE IS’ YOU ARE VERY VERY VERY WRONG

-Similar to Yoosung, he’ll constantly tell you how beautiful you are

-almost as if he’s blaming himself

-he’ll totally sweet talk you and flirt with you pretty much the same tbh

Jumin:

-It was after the meeting that you realized

-Jumin was getting a lot of attention from girls lately

-you are just his girlfriend not for long

-they all looked very different but there was one thing they all had in common

-they were all very skinny

-You felt disgusted with yourself

-comparing your body to theirs

-Finding all the flaws

-so you decided to fast

-just a few more months and you’ll look flawless.

-You stood over the toilet

-when you were finished, you wiped your mouth and turn to open the door

-but the door was open

-and there stood Jumin

-he didn’t speak or do anything for a moment

-which was

-truth be told

-scarier than if he was to yell at you

-He just

-stared 

-with that solemn face that broke your heart

-“J-Jumin…”

-He grabbed you and held you in his arms

-He didn’t say anything for a while

-“…..MC…how long have you been like this?…..How long have I not been here for you?..”

-His face was red from crying and his voice came out cracked and hoarse

-Jumin held you tighter

-“I love you MC…so much.”

-“I know you do Jumin. I love you, too.”

-He cradles you in his arms and rocks you back and forth in his arms until you fall asleep

Seven:

-You hadn’t eaten anything in weeks

-You would always refuse to take part in his “Honey Buddha Chip Fest”

-Seven was beginning to notice your eating habits, or rather the neglect of it

-“Wait, MC, did you have dinner yet?”

-You nodded and plastered the best smile you could before walking up stairs to do it

-Seven had suspected it for a while

-and as he walked upstairs

-all that he feared

-was right there

-His girlfriend

-throwing up

-You turned around in surprise

-Actually, you half expected him crack some joke

-But all expectations were shattered when you saw her boyfriend

-with his hands covering his face

-and tears.

-Seven was crying.

-“How could I not know about this? I thought I knew everything about you..but..”

-You began to cry too.

-“Seven… please… it’s not your fault…”

-You two sat there

-crying

-and suddenly felt all warm

-Seven was hugging you

-“MC, your hilarious, your beautiful, you’ve got the most wonderful personality…please don’t do this to yourself.”

-You two continued hugging each other

-later he made you eat a lot

V:

-V has always liked taking pictures of you

-but you

-hated it

-“MC, please? One more photo?”

-you were sometimes even in magazines

-you saw yourself

-in a magazines with all those beautiful women

-and then there’s you.

-It had been a month since you started fasting

-and now here you are…

-hovering over the toilet

-regurgitating

-You didn’t notice

-but

-V had walked into the bathroom

-And he was staring at you

-And when you turned around

-ran up to you and hugged you

-“MC!! You’re so gorgeous!! Why would you do something like that?”

, you could feel his tears stain your shirt,despite him trying to hide it

-“V, I'm sor-”

-“No, MC, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most.“ 

-He still takes photos of you secretly because your so pretty tho

Saeran:

-“MC, that’s the third time you’ve weighed yourself this morning.”

-“Ah-oh-uh-habit..”

-You quickly walk out of the room

-or at least you try to

-But Saeran grabs your hand

-“MC, wait.”

-You look at him and right then

-your heart rips in two

-His eyes are filled with worry, even with him doing his best to conceal the fact that he knows.

-“MC, eat something.”

-“Ah, I already a-”

-“DON’T LIE TO ME!”

-You can see tears swell up in his eyes

-“Saeran-”

-“….that’s it. You’re staying home today.”

-He pulls you into a hug

-“MC, please take better care of yourself or I’ll have to.” Hey that doesn’t sound too bad

-“A-alright..”

-He kisses you on the forehead then goes to get you something to eat

-now he makes you go everywhere with him


*Not that my theory is that in V’s route after the good ending he’ll get eye surgery ;)

Wahhhhh my second request!! Thank you and keep sending in those requests! Tell me what you think! Got any tips for me? Anything at all, thanks again!

-Elly

New Remedy

Author’s note: Izumi and Ryouma with 23. “Just once.”
*screeches* THANK YOU, MIIAAAAAAA. THESE TWO NEED MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. Sorry it took so longgasdjfk sdf 
Also this turned out soooo effing vanilla I don’t even 

Summary: Izumi and Ryouma have some time to kill and Izumi starts freaking out because he’s super nervous about recording his single. Luckily, Ryouma thinks of a silly way to get rid of his nerves. 


The morning before the recording, Izumi went over to Ryouma’s apartment to hang out. It was definitely a miracle that Ryouma had time in the first place, so to say that both of them jumped each other as soon as they made eye-contact was an understatement. Izumi had immediately wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, laughing happily as Ryouma picked him up to carry him to the living room.

“You nervous about the recording?”

The flush on Izumi’s cheeks darkened and he nodded shyly. Ryouma was holding his waist, gently stroking his sides with his thumbs. After convincing Izumi that he was definitely not too heavy, they ended up in this position quite often: Ryouma lying either on the couch or in bed with Izumi on top of him. In the beginning it was quite clumsy but Izumi soon grew used to it and often took the first step nowadays, seeing as he grew addicted to cuddling.

“It’ll be okay. You sing good after all,” Ryouma grinned and bumped their noses together. “If you get stage fright, just think about me.”

Izumi snorted at the cheeky joke and buried his face in Ryouma’s neck. “I’ll miss you.”

“Hmm, I’ll miss you, too.”

Nudging Izumi with his nose, Ryouma initiated their first kiss of the night. Izumi’s face grew hot at the continuous movement of Ryouma’s lips against his own and the hands squeezing his waist, thumbs massaging his hips. Lips were nibbling playfully at his cupid’s bow and Izumi felt himself becoming weak because wow he loved Ryouma’s kisses so much.

Izumi’s hands that had been resting on Ryouma’s chest were now clutching his shirt, playing with the fabric because he didn’t want to move too much in case he’d ruin the moment. The steady heartbeat under his fingers made him smile into the kiss, loving Ryouma’s sense of serenity.

“Shall we go to the bedroom?” was a soft whisper against his now slightly plump lips.  

His heart fluttered nervously. “U-um, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

One of the many talents Izumi possessed was making things awkward in less than five seconds. He started sputtering right away, half-words blubbering out, trying to explain himself to his now shocked boyfriend who looked like he just got slapped in the face.

“Izumi…?”

“No, I mean! It’s not like I don’t want to, uh, I just— I’m too tense! And-and I don’t want my butt to hurt when I’m recording, like, what i-if they start asking weird questions or notice and I’m not a good liar, Ryouma! And Rei, oh god, he’d never let me live it down! I don’t wanna have that talk with him again! I hate having to explain myself to him, especially when he’s wearing that stupid smirk ‘cause he always thinks he’s super smart. And Onii-chan will definitely beat you up if he finds out, nooooooo!”

At this point Izumi had basically become a blushing mess that was constantly making weird noises and hid his face in Ryouma’s shirt to muffle his words.

A hand was laid on the back of his head. “Izumi.”

“What?”

“We don’t have to do it, you know?” Ryouma mumbled against his hair and Izumi looked up, teary-eyed.

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. Holding you in my arms is good enough for me, but…” Ryouma stroked his back and paused at his lower back. “you are a bit tense, I can feel it. Are you really that nervous?”

It was obviously incomprehensible from his side, but Izumi was so inexperienced with these things that he couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. Singing in front of other people (professionals on top of that), watching and listening carefully, judging him for every wrong note, but masking it with polite smiles. He would be stuck in this awful circle: sing off key, resulting in more nerves, which made his singing worse and him even more nervous.

Without even noticing it, Izumi had started shaking and clutching Ryouma’s shirt for support.

Ryouma,” he whined lowly and sniffed. “I can’t do it! I-It’s in a couple of hours and I feel like I’m gonna throw up!”

Izumi jumped off the couch and started pacing, waving his arms around as if he was trying to fly away. There was a big lump in his throat, making him feel like he couldn’t even talk and a knot in his chest made it hard for him to breathe and since both were kind of really important for the recording, Izumi felt like dying.

“Izumi—”

“And I broke the marble! What do I do?”

Strong arms circled around his shoulders to hug him from behind, forcing him to stay in place. “I’m sorry. If I didn’t have that photoshoot today, I’d totally come with you.”

Ryouma buried his nose in the back of Izumi’s neck, nuzzling the spot just below his hairline and squeezing his shoulders, causing Izumi’s knees to buckle under his weight. He felt Ryouma’s small breaths against his sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to appear all over his arms and back. His warmth, cologne and natural scent, reassuring squeezes and tender kisses on his neck did wonders for Izumi’s nerves but he was still shaking like a leaf.

In the beginning, Ryouma’s kisses would’ve relaxed him but now that they had been together for a while, he’d gotten pretty used to them (not that they would ever get boring though) and the magic was kind of wearing off.

But when one kiss was placed right on his pulse point, Izumi jumped up with an unmanly squeak and giggled. “S-sorry, that tickled.”

This was not very uncommon. In fact, it happened about every time they would get intimidate and usually Ryouma would either ignore him or apologize and move to a different spot, but this time, his boyfriend gasped in excitement and turned him around.  

“I got it!”

“Got what?” Izumi inquired and raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe you’ll relax if I tickle you!”

“… Eeeeeeeeh?”

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Dean/Cas fic: The Name Game

future fic: 1.1K, total fluff. Inspired by the above caps, originally posted here.

[AO3]

“They haven’t called my number,” Cas complains, glancing around the office.

Dean checks his watch and shrugs. “It’s only been an hour.”

“Is that normal?”

“I guess,” Dean says, shrugging again. He wouldn’t know; he hasn’t bothered with something like this since he was sixteen. Maybe fifteen. He doesn’t really remember, except that he’d applied in some flyspeck town in Louisiana. A poltergeist had broken his dad’s left arm at the shoulder, and someone had needed to be legal to drive for the next three months.

Cas subsides a little, his chair creaking as he folds his arms and stretches his legs. He glares suspiciously at the other people in the waiting area, and at a small group of people just coming through the door, and Dean smiles, clearing his throat as he swallows a laugh. Cas has only been human again for a couple of months, but he hasn’t wasted any time learning how to be impatient. Or put-upon. He nudges Cas’ knee with his and tries to settle in, himself. The chairs are uncomfortable to the point that Dean’s ass is starting to go numb, and it’s gearing up to be a hot day, the sun slicing through the window behind them like a knife, hot enough that his collar is damp with sweat.

“Now serving A-25.”

A-25 is a tall and blonde young woman in what looks like a Waffle House uniform; Cas huffs under his breath as she approaches the counter. “I’m certain she arrived her after us.”

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts, Yuuri as a small Gryffindor and Victor as the Slytherin who ADORES him

I hated everything. 

I’d been there for what? 2 years? Nothing’s changed. The same routine. The same fake smiles. The same midnight tactics. I didn’t fight back when they slammed me against the wall. Why would I? They’re not worth the wrath of my magic. 

People seemed to dislike my hair. One look at it and they knew which family of sorcerers I came from. Of course, my family was dead. I spent most holidays alone. The bullies seem to get a kick out of provoking me to ‘use it’. 

The girls were always easy to charm. If I played it right, so were the boys. But what’s the point? I only remained in school to relieve my boredom. 

Why was I born? Was this life of mine really worth living? I wanted it to end. But something kept telling me… ‘Not yet’.

Luckily, I found a spell that allowed me to share dreams with someone I could connect with. Someone who shared my loneliness. I could never see their face because my eyes would never open and I could only ever say my own name. That was my payment for creating these dreams. Even so, this person always made me smile. After we exchanged names, I experienced the best human-like companionship. This person played with my hair, poked my cheeks and leaned against me or hugged me with their warm arms. I only used this spell on my worst days. 

At only the start of my third year, I was targeted once more. I knew they would not give up until I caused trouble by releasing my powers. I ignored their taunts as I thought of ‘dreaming’ again. But that night was different. Because I didn’t need to ‘dream’. As I was dragged by my hair to the boys’ bathroom and roughly handled like usual, a clear voice cut through. 

“LET HIM GO!” Such a strong voice from a small body. In the dim-lit bathroom, I could see the trace of red on his robe. A Gryffindor. 

Was this child an idiot, I thought. When the child waved his wand against six 5th year Slytherins, I knew he was. 

They deflected the child’s spell easily and released me with their attention switching to the child instead. 

“What are you doing defending a filthy creature like him, kid? Can’t you see the colour of his hair?” the bullies mocked. I was actually rather interested in hearing the child’s answer as well. 

“V-VICTOR IS NOT FILTHY! HIS HAIR IS BEAUTIFUL!”

My eyes widened at those words. And even more so by his next words. 

“Unlike you ugly bullies!” I never wanted to laugh harder. 

“WHAT?!” The seniors took stance with their wands. But I wasn’t having any of that. Like I was going to let a bunch of weaklings hurt this child. 

I felt the air in the bathroom thicken by the release of my pheromones. The 5th years had just discovered they could no longer move. I stood up and gracefully touched their skin. Just a light tap. Oh how they shuddered and gasped in shock. My finger tips were ice cold after all. They didn’t even dare breathe. Once I came in between them and the Gryffindor child, I smiled at them. I knew my eyes were glowing. 

“If you dare come near me or this child again, I’ll be sure to trap you in ice for eternity. Is that understood?”

They couldn’t answer in their petrified state. But once I released them, they ran away like the cowards they were. 

I turned to the child. I was surprised that he was hardly fazed by my display. 

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

The child shook his head. I knelt down and smiled at him, “No one has ever complimented me before.”

Without hesitation, the child caressed my long shiny grey hair, “But Victor’s hair is really beautiful…”

Again, I was caught by surprise. He really wasn’t afraid of me. 

“How did you know my name?”

Oh? Is he blushing? 

“Y-You told me… In my dreams…”

I could feel my cold heart melting, the blood in my stream started running hot as I realized who this child was. I reached out my hands and cupped his cheeks, “You found me.. Yuuri.”

The child giggled, a sound I only used to hear in my dreams. 


Victor was blushing purposely as he reminisced how he first met Yuuri with the second years in an outdoor class, “AH~! He was such a cute child! Fighting against 6 bullies on his fifth night in this school to defend my hono-”

The children laughed as an unknown object hit Victor hard on the head.They knew who it was that had thrown it. ‘Victuuri’ was a very famous term in the school. All the young wizards adored them and their ‘unique’ outdoor classes where they had two sorcerers teaching them simultaneously.   

“You don’t have to tell that story every time!” shouted a flustered Yuuri. 

Victor smiled as Yuuri stood next to him. It’s been more than 10 years since that night in the bathroom. And Victor has never been more thankful to still be alive. 



A/N: After that night in the bathroom, Victor was seen almost everyday with Yuuri to the point that the teachers had to deliberately separate them because Yuuri could barely get to class wwwww AND VICTOR DEBATED BY SAYING HE COULD TEACH YUURI BETTER THAN THEY CAN HAHAHAHAHA (I would totally write how Victor’s hair was dramatically cut off and how he almost died in Yuuri’s arms during his sixth year but that would make this a whole fic and I’m not ready for that commitment lol You just need to imagine Victor lying on Yuuri’s lap and then gently cupping Yuuri’s face, “…I’m sorry I’m no longer beautiful…” and Yuuri is crying, “You’re always beautiful.. With or without your long hair, Victor. So please… please don’t leave me yet…”)

anonymous asked:

i'm so sorry if this is weird, but i want to say i love when you draw MacCready's teeth sorta fucked up? it's so nice to see people do that bc it makes me feel less horrible about my smile and that means a lot ok sialswd thank you

hey, anonymous! first of all, no, totally not weird at all. not in the least! in fact, this message made me so happy that i had to sit down and reply despite having company over for the weekend dflsg oops

first of all, i really, really appreciate you taking the time to send me this. <3 like honestly, i’m a little - i dunno, floored that my scribbles were able to help, even a little? this was incredibly sweet of you, and brave, and i really admire your style. thank you!

second of all, i’m - gonna be super real with you. like, i know this won’t mean much coming from a strange dog on the internet, and i don’t want to pretend to know how to make things better for you (or anyone). but i know we all have things we don’t like about ourselves, because we’re human, and very often we become convinced that there is an ugly way to be a human that has to do with our appearance instead of who we choose to be or how we choose to act. i know that’s all normal, unfortunate as it is. but just - in my personal experience, i can honestly tell you that i have never ever thought anything of the sort about a genuine smile. i’m only one person, but i find smiles - no matter how they come - extremely beautiful. i love seeing peoples’ faces light up from the inside, i love how different smiles can look, around the teeth or lips or cheeks or eyes, i love seeing people smile or laugh. there’s something very stunning about happiness to me, and seeing it warms my heart. i mean all of that genuinely.

i know even that might not help - because we can’t smile all the time. and that’s okay too. sometimes we go a long time without smiling, or forget how, and that’s allowed. finding things to smile about can be very difficult for many of us, no matter how hard we try. but, anonymous, in this case - i think maccready has survived a lot, and he has battle scars that go far beyond his teeth. but he’s alive, he’s made it! and that’s something to smile about, i think.

thank you again, dear. <3

anonymous asked:

oh yessssss valentine prompts *rub hands* yesss excelent. HOW ABOUT Dean goes to a cooking class bc he wants to bake/make chocolates or something for his crush but the teacher is Cas and they become friends [CABUM] destiel explosion and in the last day they're "oh no he's not giving those things he made to me i'm so sad" and dean "oh no he doesn't like me what do I do yada yada man-angst" BUT in the end Dean makes a surprise and gives Cas a very ugly cupcake but it tastes good when they kiss

The drawback of these Valentine’s workshops was that everyone who attended had a significant other who they made the sweet treats for. That was a problem especially when they were exactly Castiel’s type. Like Dean. Dean was easygoing, funny and ridiculously gorgeous. He was even quite skilled in the kitchen, which was really really bad because Castiel had to shake his head every five minutes to stop himself from imagining licking chocolate off Dean’s fingers.

When Dean heard about the workshop in Cupid’s Cupcakes - his favorite bakery and sweet shop, he knew it was the exact thing he needed. He actually didn’t have a Valentine, but the girls’ soccer team he’s coaching had a match on Sunday and he was sure they would love some Valentine’s sweets. Well, if Dean was being totally honest with himself, he would have to admit that it was just an excuse to finally try something like this. He always wanted to learn to bake, but never had the opportunity. On top of that Castiel, the owner of the bakery who was also a teacher at the workshop was damn hot.

Actually he looked hot, but he was cold as ice. No, that wasn’t true. He was lovely, willing to help with even the smallest problem, offering encouragement and shooting bright smiles. At everyone but Dean. When it came to Dean he pretended he was blind. When Dean addressed him directly, usually to ask for help, it was clear Cas tried to get over with the interaction as quickly as possible. At one moment, when Cas was handing Dean a whisk, their fingers brushed and Castiel literally jumped back. It was really weird and made Dean feel terrible. Castiel wasn’t why he came though, so he focused on the cake pops he was making.

They actually turned out pretty well. He had made several different kinds and they were all decorated with sugar hearts and edible glitter. He might even save some for Sam.

He was carrying the tray with his creation to an empty counter to leave it to dry. Castiel passed him and Dean driven by his instinct to check out every ass ever turned after him. It was just a second of inattention, but he tripped and bumped into one of the ladies making cake pops for her hubby. The tray was knocked out of his arms, the pops flied into the air. Dean himself stumbled and fell on his ass.

“Son of a bitch,” he breathed out looking around at his work scattered on the ground. He realized the room was dead-silent and looked up. There was a semicircle of ladies looking at him with shock and worry and Castiel - blue eyes wide and concerned.

The baker offered Dean a hand and helped him get on his feet.

“Dean, I’m so sorry!” the lady who was part of the incident said, grabbing Dean’s shoulder.

“It wasn’t your fault, Gladys. I should have looked under my feet,” Dean said.

He could pretend he was okay, but he was actually pretty upset. He had spent almost two hours making the treats and now they were ruined.

“Dean.” Castiel’s deep voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “I’m sorry. If you have time, you can stay after the workshop. I’m have some cupcakes to make, so I can help you do some. As a consolation.”

Dean had to try really hard to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

“I… ugh. Yeah. Okay, that’s really nice of you. Thank you.”

Castiel’s full pink lips that Dean definitely hadn’t been staring at quirked up into a small smile.

“I can’t let you go home without a gift for your Valentine, can I?” There was something sad about the way he said it.

Why had he done that? He must had lost his mind. It had been hard enough to have Dean in the room full of other people and Castiel offered to be alone with him for at least another hour.

Of course his crush on Dean had only grown harder. Dean tried to break the awkward silence that fell on them every time Castiel wasn’t giving baking instruction with small chat which led to Castiel learning that Dean was a teacher and a classic cars’ lover.

By the time the first batch of cupcakes was cooling and they were preparing the cream, they were already joking and laughing as if they had known each other for years.

Castiel was totally screwed.

Well, so when he was alone with Dean, Castiel’s icy facade seemed to melt. And Dean liked it. He liked it maybe a little too much. He felt so comfortable around him, it was hard to believe they had met today. He also felt a weird pull towards the man, it was hard not to stare at his skilled hands as he was whisking eggs, or watching him biting his lower lip as he focused on decorating the cupcakes.

When they were done, Dean having his batch of cupcakes for his team and Cas having all the cupcakes he was about to deliver to a retire house (the man was an actual angel), Dean felt sudden sadness. He didn’t want to leave just like that, to be just a customer and a baker again. He believed they had become friends with Castiel, but that still wasn’t enough. He decided to try his luck; it was almost Valentine’s day after all.

The room was silent, Cas was cleaning the counters and Dean had just placed his cupcakes into a paper box. All but one.

Castiel turned when he heard Dean clearing his throat behind him. His eyes widened when they falled to the cupcake Dean was holding. The cream was all askew and there was too many little red hearts on it. Castiel recognized it as the first cupcake Dean had made.

“It’s for you,” Dean said softly with his green eyes sparkling. Castiel’s heart picked up its pace.

He carefully took the cupcake from Dean’s hand.

“It looks terrible,” he said, but there was fondness in his tone.

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But I bet it tastes great, I had a recipe from a real master.”

Trying not to blush, Castiel took a bite of the cupcake, moaning appreciatively as he tasted the cream. The recipe was one of his best.

“It’s amazing,” he said. “Take a bite,” he ordered and almost smashed the cupcake on Dean’s face. The man chuckled again and opened his mouth.

“Hm, wow,” he muttered as he chewed. “It’s even better than I expected,” he said but Castiel hardly paid any attention. His eyes were fixed on Dean’s lips and the fleck of pink cream on them.

“Y- you have a little,” he stuttered and barely stopped himself from wiping it off Dean’s lips with his thumb.

“Oh,” Dean breathed out and licked his lips. That was the exact moment when Castiel lost control. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Dean’s. Right when he was about to panic and pull away, Dean kissed back, opening his mouth and letting Cas taste the sweetness on his tongue.

“Wait!” Castiel yelped, pushing Dean away.

“We- I can’t do this! There’s someone you were baking the cupcakes for and I… I can’t.”

Dean blinked at him, his lips apart. Then he bursted into laugher.

“What?” Castiel barked, crossing his arms on his chest.

“You thought… oh my god, I’m sorry, Cas. I should have told you.” Dean took a deep breath to steady himself before he looked Castiel in the eyes.

“They’re for girls from a soccer team I couch. I don’t… I don’t have a Valentine.”

Castiel gaped at him, making Dean chuckle softly again.

“You have,” he said eventually. Dean frowned.

“I mean, if you want a Valentine, you can have me.”

A wide grin spread on Dean’s lips.

“Of course I do,” he said grabbing Castiel’s hips and pulling him closer.

The second kiss was even sweeter.