sam's dumb writing

Sam keeps seeing the ring box in Dean’s duffel bag, on motel nightstands, even in Dean’s hands when he thinks Sam isn’t looking. He knows there’s an actual ring in there because he couldn’t resist peeking inside once while Dean was out. It looks beautiful and expensive and Sam just immediately understands.

It takes almost six months of catching glimpses of the same ring box until Sam has had enough. He picks it up from the stuff splayed out on Dean’s bed while they’re packing.

Dude. Don’t you think this thing would look better on Cas’ finger than in this damn box?”

Dean blushes furiously and snatches the box back. He doesn’t speak to Sam all day. 

But apparently it was all that was needed, because next weekend Cas is in the bunker, showing off his engagement ring to Sam who has to feign surprise because he has already known about the stupid ring for so damn long.

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.

anonymous asked:

Cronus flirting with Aranea bluntly and Meenah getting a jealous with puffy fins and finally asks Aranea out... Oh yeah! 50 stuck high school AU!

(Oh gosh I’ll try to bring in the AU, but I’m not sure it’ll be super easy in three sentences :U)

Cronus leaned against the lockers, an eyebrow cocked and a smirk on his lips, staring down at the shorter female below him, her blue dress contrasting his ripped jeans and tight white shirt.
“C’mon, doll, why don’t you just come back to my place for some fun?” Cronus asked, Meenah overhearing, her fins puffing about a bit in jealousy, quickly making a bee-line over to the two other trolls, placing her arm on the lockers in front of Cronus, blocking him off from Aranea.
“Hey, Aranea, how bout you go steady with me instead of dealing with the loser?” Meenah asked, Aranea grinning and nodding as the female sea troll put her arm around Aranea’s shoulders and Aranea winding her arm around Meenah’s waist, Cronus letting out a groan as he watched the two girls walk away.

crispychocolate-blog  asked:

jhdjsd so you're still doing fic requests? Could you write something haremstuck maybe with eridan as prince and karkat as the harem boy? That would be p cool ghdshgd


Eridan sat in his throne, motioning to one of his guards to send in his favorite dancer. After a few moments, Karkat was brought into the room, a veil across the lower portion of his face, the colour being grey upon his request, his outfit of a wrap and draperies being the same colour, although his jewelry bore purple gems, at least the pieces of jewelry that had them, as a sign that he belonged to Eridan and whomever tried to take him would bare the wrath of the seadweller.
“Guards, leave,” Eridan commanded, waiting till they were gone before beckoning Karkat to come closer. Karkat did as he was instructed, walking closer to the violet prince, knowing that he was about to be instructed to dance and knowing exactly what the end result would be, butterflies gathering in his stomach at just the mere thought.
“Dance for me.” At the command, Karkat began to move his hips, dancing the way he had been taught to by the others in Eridan’s harem. The seadweller sat back and watched the show with a smug grin on his face.

Tumblr ate the ask, but here’s CronKri for whomever asked for it

Cronus drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, nervous about the outcome of the date. It was already odd enough that he was the one being asked out, but the fact that Kankri had done so made it even more bizarre. They had decided on a small hole in the wall restaurant at 8, but Cronus, in a moment of anxiety, arrived 30 minutes early. As those thirty minutes passed by, Cronus came up with different as to why Kankri had asked him on the date; it had to be a bet or Kankri was oblivious to Cronus’s romantic intentions. All of the nervous male’s anxieties were gone the moment he saw Kankri enter the restaurant. He saw his eyes, the way they shined in the light and were framed perfectly by his eyelashes. He noticed his legs and the tight pants that showed off their slight curves perfectly, his usual red sweater that fit him perfectly thanks to Porrim’s knitting, the way everyone else was staring at him in awe. Cronus was almost speechless by the time Kankri finally made his way to the table, almost being the key word.
“You’re early,” Kankri mumbled as he sat down.
“You look amazing,” Cronus blurted out.
“Thank you, although I look the same as usual. You look good, as well, even though you don’t look very different,” Kankri said as a blush danced its way across his cheeks. Cronus smiled at the sight, not thinking of his worries from before at all.

anonymous asked:

Solkat flushed

“Sollux, are you flushed for someone?” Karkat asked, the question seemingly out of the blue as the shorter laid across the bed and the other typing away on his laptop, a bit shocked at Karkat’s question, having been not expecting it. “Yeah,” Sollux finally replied after the shock of the unwarranted question. Karkat, who had been waxing red for the taller troll, did his best to not frown or show his disappointment, hoping that maybe, by some force that had decided that his life had been shitty enough and finally deserved a break, Sollux would turn and say that it was Karkat instead of a simple “yeah”; Karkat was so focused on what he had wished happened that he wasn’t able to see Sollux look over him with a hint of wistfulness and longing in his face, wishing that he could bring himself to say that all he wanted was to be in a matespritship with Karkat.

anonymous asked:

How about black to red Erisol, where Eridan has a dependent slave named Sollux and abuses him until he finally sees how scared he is after a beating one night and makes it up to him with little soft kisses and cuddles. ;w;

(Whoops. I put them on a ship because I really love pirate Eridan and this immediately made me think of that)

Captain Ampora was someone to be feared and hated. Every single one of the slaves he had working on his somewhat large ship despised Eridan, but they were so terrified of him that no one said anything, only hating him in silence. No one hated Eridan more than Sollux Captor, though. He hated him. He hated that sea dweller more than anything. He was awful. If Sollux did a single thing wrong, it was another blow or another slap or being degraded one more time. Sollux couldn’t ever find the words to explain how much he hated Eridan Ampora. One day it was raining particularly hard and Eridan had lashed out worse than he ever had, his patience being lost at very little things. Sollux, having taken shelter inside a large empty crate, had been nursing his injuries from his latest beating when Eridan walked by, his face immediately contorting in anger.
“Why the fuck aren’t you workin’? If you’re goin’ to just slack off, I might as well just through you fuckin’ overboard,” Eridan spat, raising his hand to deliver a slap, but the moment Sollux flinched away, raising his hands to try and lessen the pain, Eridan’s eyes widened and his heart sank in his chest. He muttered a curse before gathering Sollux in his arms. Sollux wiggled, trying to get free, but the violet captain’s grip was tight.

Sollux was carried into the captain’s quarters and set down on Eridan’s large bed, confused as to what was happening.
“Why the hell am I in here?” Sollux asked, turning so he was on his side, facing the sea troll who was searching around his room for first aid supplies
“It’s rainin’ too fuckin’ hard outside for me to do this there,” Eridan mumbled as he walked over to the side of the bed, dabbing any cuts that Sollux had with an alcohol wipe, trying to ignore the small flinches from the sting of the cleansing.
“Why are you doing this?” the land dweller asked. Eridan didn’t answer, finishing what he was doing before climbing onto the bed as well, scooting toward Sollux and opening up his arms.
“Hell no. I’m going to fucking cuddle you,” Sollux said defiantly, scooting away from Eridan.
“Just shut the fuck an’ come here before I change my mind,” Eridan grumbled. Sollux glared at him for a moment before listening to Eridan’s command, not wanting to go back out into the cold rain. The Aquarius wrapped his arms around Sollux, enveloping the the smaller troll in warmth and comfort, Sollux’s nose filled with the smell of the sea that seemed to just cover Eridan. It was quiet, the only noise able to be heard was both of them breathing, occasionally a sigh of contentedness escaping. As he thought Sollux was asleep, Eridan pressed a kiss to the top of the others head, right in between his horns.
“I’m sorry for the way I been treatin’ you. It may not seem like I’m capable a’ feelin’ sorry, but I promise you I am,” Eridan mumbled, giving another kiss before sighing and falling asleep. Sollux, who had been feigning slumber, felt his cheeks grow warm and his head begin to swim with confusion, not sure at all how he felt about the captain now.

anonymous asked:

Erikar… Karkat's awkward flush crush confession?

Karkat’s leg shook as he planned his words out, every ounce of him filled with anxiety, just knowing that he was going to fuck it all up some how. He saw Eridan walking by and grabbed the sea dweller’s wrist, knowing that then was his only chance; he looked up at Eridan and said, “Look, i just wanted to say that I think… you aren’t as much of an ass as everyone thinks you are. Fuck. That’s not what I meant. I meant that I think you’re… not terrible. Well, I mean I kind of.” He was cut off by Eridan rolling his eyes and pulling Karkat into a kiss, afterwards grinning and saying “I’m flushed for you, too, Kar.”

deepwebytps  asked:

Erifefkat humanstuck where Eridan has a crush on both Karkat and Feferi, but then finds out that they started to date? ((Sorry if you don't like fefkat or erifef, ahhhhh))

Eridan stared at the chalkboard during class, not really paying attention to what he was supposed to be learning, but rather his problem that had been eating away at his mind for so long: who did he like more, Karkat or Feferi? He had a major crush on both of them, but he could only act upon one person when it came to trying to court that person. Once the bell rang, Eridan went over to the two, prepared to try and talk to them, but was graced with the sight of Feferi and Karkat walking away hand-in-hand, grins and blushes on their faces; Eridan stood there, jaw agape, unable to believe what he just saw.

kijikun-deactivated20150220  asked:

Erikar, Karkat wants him in every quadrant like a desperate fool

Karkat peaked over the chest before sighing and going back into hiding, sitting with his back to the chest, his scruffy hair just barely poking over the object behind him. He hated it how much he couldn’t get that asshole out of his mind, how much he hated him, how much he loved him, how much he pitied him. That pompous, irritating, handsome, pitiful, wonderful, somehow caring sea dweller was going to be the very death of Karkat.

anonymous asked:

Meowrails Sexy Back

“I’m bringing sexy back” Nepeta sang out, turning to face away from Equius who was currently arching an eyebrow at her.
“Them other fellas don’t know how to act. I think you’re special. What’s behind your back. Just turn around and I’ll pick up the slack,” the female troll continued singing, swaying her hips from side to side to the rhythm of the song. Equius’s brow went from being arched to being furrowed, not quite pleased with the lewd song that his moirail was singing.
“Dirty babe. I’ll let you whip me if I misbeha-.” By now, Equius had clamped his hand over Nepeta’s mouth, keeping her from singing, ignore all the wriggling and biting she was doing.
“Nepeta, no.”