it's been a while since i made something for them~

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

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

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

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

And he never, ever gets caught.

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

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

“Dean Winchester?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One-shot: Guilt

(1506 words)

A/N (which is kinda personal this time): To those who know me it’s no news that my self esteem is below zero most of the time. Yesterday I was feeling that again, but this time it gave me something positive: a fic idea. Somehow, writing this made me feel better. I know some other fics of mine have handled the same topic, but when it comes to Alain, I don’t think we can talk about his mental issues enough. This happens a few months after the TF arc, so platonic!Marisson (though Mairin already has a childish crush). CW for suicidal thoughts.


”Charizard! Flamethrower again!” Alain yelled at his starter Pokémon. They were training for Alain’s upcoming Elite Four challenge, but the trainer wasn’t happy with Charizard’s current performance. The Flamethrower didn’t blast like it did during the Kalos league, and the Dragon Claw didn’t even split the tree Charizard was trying it on.

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“What’s got you sighing? Did something happen?” 

Too much cuteness in one panel

I genuinely cannot believe “Are straight people gay if they don’t experience sexual attraction?” was met with a resounding “Yes!”

There is no LGBT community, I mean firstable it’s been capitalized upon and exploited to Hell and back, and then secondly, and most importantly it has been diluted to such a point that the LGBT community is now partying with its oppressors, at the expense of lesbian women and girls and gay men and boys on the bizarre idea that they aren’t oppressed anymore, and have in fact BECOME the oppressors.

I mean, this battle has been going on since 2004, or something, reached its peak in 2011, and then it was finally won by straight people when real life LGBT spaces made room for straight people while barring lesbians and gays and even transgender people from entering because of their “violent aphobia” and all their aphobia was, was pointing out that cishet aces aren’t gay or trans!

Yes, this is going to be personal and I am going to be bitter, because I CAN’T access anymore safe spaces without being next to straight people, and accommodating them! Y’all took this away from me! A chance to meet people like me, meet other gay people, safely explore my gender, reach out for help, it was all gone within a month!

But y’all really don’t care about gay people. And I’m not saying this to guilt you, cause y’all have shown us you have no moral compass, lol, but… You all are really homophobic. Ace discourse has done nothing. but compared non-ace lesbians and gays to rapists, pedophiles, and nazis. All because someone said “cishets aren’t gay”. That is textbook homophobia.

So, yeah, whatever. Y’all are homophobic and have destroyed LGBT communities, and you’re continuing to do so, but whatever, keep taking pride in it or whatever. You defeated the evil homogays, at least in this part of the country,

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Family

Inspired by this post from @nozoroomie :)

A happy New Year to all of you and thank you for these amazing first months on tumblr! I wish you guys all the best. 


“Welcome to μ’s Love Live!-party!” Jumping up in the air, Honoka raised a scarf with the Love Live! inscription above her head, all the while smiling happily.

“Honoka, be careful!” Umi, standing right beside her, scolded. “What if you are going to break a leg?”

“Calm down, Umi-chan. Nothing happened, right?” As always, Kotori was the bird-like voice between her two childhood friends.

Watching the second years, Nozomi couldn’t help but giggle. The three of them would never change. Not that she wanted them to. Moments like these were the reason why the purple haired girl loved to be around all her friends. But this time, despite them all being together, was different.

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Rain tapped on the windows as Allen sat in the room his was using for tonight. It was a rather nice Inn, it was warm, family owned. They welcomed him immediately when he politely asked for a room for the night, And now here he was, his stormy eyes watching the storm though the window. For a moment the teen paused to think that maybe, just maybe the rain drops, as they tapped, were asking for shelter from the from the dark clouds gathering in the sky, however he pushed the thought away. By now the sun was gone and the air was beginning to get cold, he could see it, fogging in the corners of the window frame. His thoughts one by one began to drown themselves out in a similar fashion to how the rain was becoming static as it began to pour. Now pounding at the window, demanding to get in.

“Sir?” Huh?

Now there was pounding at his door and now Allen’s attention was on it. clearing his throat. “Yes?”

“I apologize we have run out of rooms, but there is a traveler needing shelter would you mind if–”

Allen blinked to himself, why the hell not? He would be doing something good for whoever they were. In times like these it felt like the least he could do. “Go ahead and send them up..” Once that was said there was a small voice of gratitude and footsteps sounded as they left. Soon enough new footsteps approached and there was another knock on the door. “Come on in..”

anonymous asked:

I'm loving your fic, it's so lovely, it makes my heart swell up like the grinch! And if you don't have too many to respond to I would love to give you a prompt from that fic meme, so number 7! If you've got a lot of them to do though, just have the compliment and don't worry about the prompt! I'll enjoy reading anything you write!! xoxoxo

this message is honestly the sweetest and cutest thing.  you didn’t specify a pairing, so i’ll assume ziam since it’s the default on this blog, whoops.

7. things you said while we were driving

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They never understand. They’re afraid to. They want to live in their small worlds full of nothings. I’m not like them, and now they send me away, to a prison. Will I find others like me? Maybe. One step further in this journey into night. Jade Ellsworth (Issue #1)