like in school and stuff

The Meet Cute

Dean x Reader

Summary: A package delivered to the wrong address allows you to meet Dean for the first time. And then a huge crush is born. 

Warnings: Smut, nothing too graphic.

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Every year, hundreds - thousands of packages are delivered to the wrong address. Exactly one of those mistakes was comfortably resting in your hands as you carried it to the house at the end of the block.

Three knocks were enough to push the sound of footsteps towards the front door, towards you. And when the door was pulled open, you saw him for the very first time. Tall and beautiful, like no one met before him.

“Hi,” he said and a smile showed on his lips. “Can I help you?”

“Uh, yes… They delivered this to my house. I think it belongs to you.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said, taking the box from your hands. Just then another figure appeared next to him, red hair and wide eyes as soon as they landed on you. “Holy Batman! Y/N?!”

“Charlie?! Oh my God.”

You barely had the time to blink before her arms engulfed you in the most cheerful hug, which you reciprocated. “I can’t believe this,” she told you. “The last time we saw each other, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows hadn’t come out yet. So it’s been ages!”

“Yeah,” you agreed, smiling at her exuberance. “It’s been a while. What are you doing here?”

 “I live here.” The man next to her cleared his throat, and she looked at him as if she had just remembered he was there too. “Right, this is my roommate, Dean. And this–“ she continued, indicating you– “this is Y/N. We went to high school together. I told you about her, remember?”

Dean frowned for a second until realization hit him. “Oh, right,” he said, directing his gaze to you. “You’re the one Charlie had a crush on, for like a year.”

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i saw this thing once abt how most teachers tend to adopt ‘helper children’ who tend to help the teachers with stuff that’s not expected of them (like cleaning after school and stuff) and i like to think that tsuyu has kinda become aizawa’s.  like i dunno, maybe aizawa falls asleep by accident after class so tsuyu cleans off the board and sweeps the classroom for him

I just saw a pic of k*lo ren and had a tb to that time when I knew nothing abt star wars and my friend showed me a pic of him saying that he was her fave character and really hot and I remember thinking “wow that’s the ugliest man I’ve ever seen”

  • Ravenclaw (right after they've graduated hogwarts): You know now, as far as society is concerned, we're adults.
  • Hufflepuff: Yes! Isn't it exciting?
  • Ravenclaw: Adults who have to make their own decisions about their lives.
  • Hufflepuff: It's so freeing, isn't it?
  • Ravenclaw: I have no idea what I'm doing and I want to go back to school.
  • Hufflepuff: ...
  • Ravenclaw: I don't want to do classes or anything, I just want someone to cook for me and tell me when meals are so I don't forget and basically be able to ignore life's responsibilities.
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I’m happy right now, so I’m nervous 
Because there’s always the calm before the storm
Because I don’t want to be set on fire and burn quickly
I’m cheering for love 

a desert mirage 

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Some Ravenclaws study in the library, some spread out their work in empty hallways and sit on the floor surrounded by parchment.

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reunion falls- northwest mansion mystery

uhhh so i didnt rly get a chance to develop this relationship as much as i should have before doing this but i wanted to rewrite nmm to include girl crushes and kissing so i did

@ people who arent as familiar w this au, for context pacifica has been on good terms with the twins for a long time so!! this would be the conclusion of many many episodes of shipteasing and flirting that neither one recognizes as flirting. its good. its great.

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My thesis film at School of Visual arts!
Huge thanks and lots of love to anyone who helped me work on this, and supported me along the journey of making it!  Hope You guys enjoy!

Voices were done by this lovely lad
Music by this lovely lady

wonder-creek  asked:

Tweek, what is the cutest thing that Craig does all the time that he finds totally embarrassing?

TWEEK: haha, well. he talks to his guinea pig sometimes and- i don’t know!

TWEEK: it’s like?? sometimes he keeps a conversation going with Stripe just like that OR he just says a bunch of sweet things to him and it’s.. really cute to watch?

TWEEK: ah- sorry if that sounded weird. but yeah!

the danvers sisters band au for @fiddleabout

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anonymous asked:

andreil in a hospital?

One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.

Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.

He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.

Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.

Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.

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The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.

He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.

A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.

“What is it?” he says.

“Andrew? You good?”

He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”

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