wow lots of notes thank you


☁️「bts!au」; sleep on the floor - “'cause if we don’t leave this town,
we might never make it out.“

leave a note on your bed
let your mother know you’re safe
and by the time she wakes
we’ll have driven through the state
we’ll have driven through the night
baby come on


Guys, I can’t even… I don’t have words. Just the other day, I was still in the 700′s for followers. Welcome, new followers!! I cannot believe the response to The Arrangement! Thank you all SO SO much. A huge thank you to everyone who reblogged to spread my work, and an especially big thank you to @bringmesomepie56 and @dancingalone21 for your recent recommendations - I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that! Also to @deanssweetheart23 and @amoreagron for keeping me sane. 

I’m sorry I haven’t been checking in much - had a long horse-show-day yesterday, but it went really well! I’m going to try to catch up with my inbox and everything now… Unfortunately since the show went well, my life is NOT calming down and in fact is only getting busier the next couple weeks. But I will try to keep writing and posting!

Also if you would like a tag in anything and want to be 100% sure I see it and tag you appropriately, PLEASE send me an ASK. I can’t guarantee that I will see/remember if you asked in a reblog or comment (though I will go through and look for those) (sorry about that) (I feel so dumb saying “there are too many notes” to keep track of everybody) (because I’m not cool enough for too many notes) (but there it is)

ALSO!!! THE TAGLIST FOR THE ARRANGEMENT IS OPEN FOR THE NEXT TWELVE HOURS so send me an ask. So many of you expressed dismay that the taglist was closed and now I feel bad. It can’t be that hard to add some more tags, so send those requests in! The general taglist is always open, so anyone wanting tags in any Dean work, for example - I can do that. (if your tag isn’t working, I’ll be really sad though. By the way. Check your settings)

Okay. I think that’s all. Other than saying THANK YOU like a billion more times. Now I’m going to go make some coffee and get to work…

Kun as Your Boyfriend


request: I’m so glad you love Kun I miss him ;-; @ SM free him !! could i get a Kun as your boyfriend post thing? Thank you <33

author note: my sister lives kun a lot and i love hansol a lot so we both are waiting impatiently for their debut. anyway, these are fun to write so I’ll probably do more
- destinee

Originally posted by nctgiri


- wow wow kun as a boyfriend bless up!!
- okay well i think he would start as a friend
- probably mutuals thanks to dong sicheng,, a pal
- he’s pretty shy when you first meet him but you two get comfortable pretty easily
- all you had to do was ask to look through the photos in his phone
- which was a mistake bc he made you look at his favorite albums
- aka album one: cat memes
- and album two: airplanes
- and you’re like, “why???”
- but he’s happy and it was a good bonding experience
- kun basically had a crush on you after that bc not even sicheng will look through all 246 of his cat memes
- some of which he made himself
- he has to get sicheng’s help to ask you out
- probably sang im yours by jason mraz or smth cheesy like that as a confession
- ofc u accept bc why wouldn’t you??
- kun is a cutie and you like him so it’s a win-win cue sicheng situation
- okay now that the backstory is done:
- as an actual boyfriend, i think kun would be super sweet and soft
- he would probably make you take a ton of selfies with him tho so be ready
- he probably takes pics of u when u aren’t looking and sends them to the members with cheesy captions
- he uses the moon emoji a lot bc it’s funny
- that wasn’t related to the caption thing i was just thinking abt it
- when you stay over it’s a dance party to his girl group playlist
- you guys dance until taeyong comes out and makes you two sleep
- no fun ty, no fun
- one day while you two were just lazing around, he was like
- “Y/n, we need a cat.”
- you guys have this discussion literally every day
- eventually, you surprise him by taking him to the local shelter and letting him pick out a little kitten to take home
- he’s so excited and basically crying at all the little kitties playing with him
- he wants to take them all home and raise a cat army
- you tell him no obviously
- after a few hours of playing with each and every kitten and cat there was
- kun decided he wanted to take home this lil gray kitten which he named smoky
- taeyong wasn’t too happy about all of the shedding smoky did around the dorm
- but kun was happy so he ignored it!!!
- that’s probably when you two had your first kiss tbh
- after you both arrived home and got the little kitten to sleep after introducing it to all the boys
- kun was so happy he probably just kissed you
- and it took some time for you to register what happened
- up until now you and kun were just like two pals who said you were dating
- but he kissed you
- and his lips were soft and warm and you already missed them
- so you kissed him again ofc
- he smiles into kisses all the time and that’s why you two can’t have a serious kiss
- he likes to tickle you when he’s bored so beware 👀
- probably took you out by the airport at night to watch airplanes take off
- it was really cute until the cops came at you guys for trespassing
- you swear you’ve never ran so fast in your life
- you like to drop into sm and ask them when your boyfriend is going to debut
- literally his biggest fan
- you probably take videos of him singing when he’s just doing it absentmindedly
- and send it to sm with a note attached
- they know it’s you but let you keep doing it
- when kun finally debuts you actually cried
- your hand “slipped” and you bought like seven copies of the album
- u keep ur kun photocard in ur wallet
- he’s actually embarrassed by how supportive you are
- it’s his fault he’s dating a fangirl i mean what did he expect ?
- you probably send everyone in your family a link to the music video tbh
- when you guys cuddle it’s rlly domestic like you guys are basically married already
- you’re kidding no one
- he likes to be the big or little spoon it doesn’t matter
- unless smoky comes to snuggle as well than he has to be the little spoon so he can pet her
- you guys always start movies and then fall asleep in the middle of them
- yuta wakes you guys up and makes you go sleep on the bed bc he wants to watch his anime and you two are hogging the couch
- idk i just feel like having kun as a boyfriend would be rlly comfortable and cute
- !!!!!
- bonus: kun blushes when you compliment him and gets rlly flustered bless
- the end haha

anonymous asked:

Side note - what do you think Harry sounds like when he comes? I think about this a lot and I need someone else's opinion. I think it's probably a low grunt, or multiples, that rumble deep in his chest like it's coming straight from groin with fast shallow breaths in between :)

Wow thanks A LOT.

I feel like he may be pretty vocal. Lots of low moans, and then when he’s actually cumming it’s a grunt. He holds his breath, and then lets it out in one long sigh “ohhhh fuck me” all quietly


Peter x Fem!Reader x Dad!Tony

Imagine request: Hi it’s me again! Can you make a imagine that the reader is tony’s daughter and she can control the elements and during civil war she’s with peter the whole time fighting sam, bucky and scott.And y/n sees rhodey get shot out of the sky and tries to slow down his fall using her powers,y/n fails BUT it was enough to stop him from dying and just breaks down and peter comforts her,and at the end just a lot of father tony fluff that he’s hugging her and telling her she did great, thank youuu ❤

Superhero name: Terrablaze️

Warnings: Violence.

Note: I LOVE THIS STORY if If I had a signature story it would be this story for real

Originally posted by worthytony

You grunted as you used your powers to fling rock at Bucky.

“Bucky, no hard feelings.” You sarcastically said while moving more rocks at him.

“Wow, Y/N, your jokes are as bad as you look right now.” You heard Peter, or Spiderman, say right beside you as your backs were pressed together while fighting.

“Har, har, har.” You sarcastically laughed. You had been in jeans and a t-shirt as you didn’t have a proper super suit. They got ripped up and dirty, exposing skin. You felt like a total badass in the moment.

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11/ Nothing in the Mirror

[…] | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven


Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events. Too bad you have no clue who you are. Apparently, that’s not the case for everyone. Scarily, not all your secrets are hidden within your head, but you have two men by your side who swear to figure everything out with you.

Warnings: uhhh, nah, it’s all harmless (a lot of Bucky in here, though)

Word Count: 1273

Authors_Note: Wow. I can’t believe we’re at Part ELEVEN already. We’re getting closer to the end. I mean, we’re not that close yet, but yeah. Thank all of you guys for reading. Please make sure to leave a comment. You’d really brighten my day (my night, actually) by reblogging and telling me what you liked. Love, Xx

The first thing that came to your mind was the burning pain on your wrists. Then, you realized you were in a bed rather than in an office chair. You almost shot up, but a hand pressed you down. A metal hand.
„Stop moving“, Buck whispered, voice husky and deep, giving the darkness a warmth. Or maybe that was just your body. He moved away and suddenly, your entire side was swarmed by cold air, making you yelp. He seemed to get the hint and moved back, causing shivers to run over your skin at the temperature change. Despite the dark, you knew he grinned.
„Just when I was starting to think you couldn’t stand sleeping next to me, doll.“ You couldn’t see him, but it freaked you out that you couldn’t move. What had he done to you? 

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General!Pyrrha AU

Wow, my short story about pyrrha being the general and jaune defending the town has exploded. O.o lots of notes here and a ton of people asking me to continue it on… Thank you to everyone who read it! I planned on finishing up the mechanicAU, then writing the street musician AU while dropping chapters for a less jnpr exclusive fic occasionally. I don’t even know what to write next xD gonna finish the mechanic first, and work through my prompts, but i’d like to hear opinions if you guys have any. I feel like juggling two stories could either go well or really bad…

fooljshgirl  asked:

AAAAAAAAAA thank you!!! duuuude six routes is a lot wow who’s routes are those? i’ve finished Nobu’s divine ending and i’m a couple of days away from finishing Saizo’s. i hope my content doesn’t go stale (??) cos of me not knowing much about the other samurai )-: i have so many half written drabbles in my notes and i’ve just been staring at them with the most 😐⁉️😓 expression the past week

YOU CAN DO IT, FRIEND. You can. Believe it. If your current writing is any indication, then you totally got this. 💕💕 It won’t go stale, it won’t stink, it won’t be a mess (unless it’s a hot mess, hoho~), and it won’t be as bad as you think it is. Please trust me. Every word you write is like another sewed section in your tapestry of creativity; it’s experience and growth and improvement and awesomeness, all wrapped in one. I can not wait to see where your series goes because it’s so interesting and complex already! 

The hardest time I had with my own writing (and I still go through this all the time) wasn’t actually the act of getting words onto a page, but that mental struggle to get over the constant scream of, “What I write is going to be crap, how can I even publish this, it’s so bad, I can’t write at all, goddamn.” You just gotta say SCREW THAT and write. Blitz through that anxiety as best you can. You got this, babe. 

As for the routes I’ve played, in order they are:

  • Nobunaga 
  • Saizo
  • Kojuro
  • Masamune
  • Shingen
  • Ieyasu  

And I’ve quite literally just started Inuchiyo. These are also just the Divine Endings; I do plan on going back around for the Noble Endings once I’ve finished all the Divine routes.

SAIZO!! You are in for a treat. Have you finished it yet? Let me know what you think. And good luck with the writing! 💖

See, I Knew You Loved Me -  A Scott Lang Imagine

A/N: Takes place during Civil War. A few of the lines are either direct or paraphrased from the movie. Reader is Team Cap and calls in Scott, who may or may not be romantically involved with the reader :)

Clint pulled open the van door and ushered a figure out. “I’d put a little coffee in him, but other than that he’s good to go,” Clint noted.

Scott rubbed his eyes groggily, “What timezone is this?” 

Steve stepped forward, “Mr. Lang. Thanks for coming.”

Scott shook Cap’s hand excitedly, “You’re Captain America! Wow, this is awesome!” He made his rounds, complimenting most of the Team Cap members, before turning back to Steve, “Listen, I know you know a lot of super people, so thinks for thanking of me!”

“Well, I trust (Y/N)’s judgement and she was very complimentary of your skills.”

Scott finally looked at (Y/N) with a grin, “Well it’s nice to know that someone appreciates me.”

“Don’t get cocky, Lang,” (Y/N) laughed. 

“We should get moving,” Bucky cut in.


Once it was clear that neither team was backing down, the fighting intensified. Rhodey, Tony, and Sam were streaking through the sky, Peter was swinging from terminal to terminal, and the rest of the superheroes were just trying not to get too seriously injured. 

As the fighting continued, Steve began to look for something big to distract Team Iron Man. 

“I might have something,” Scott chimed in. 

“Scott, no.” (Y/N) responded as she tried to keep T’Challa away from Bucky. 

“I’ve only done it once. In a lab. And I passed out,” Scott clarified. 

“Which is why you definitely shouldn’t do it now!” shouted (Y/N). 

“Fuck it,” Scott decided as he quickly fiddled with the suit’s system. Without further hesitation, Scott took a running start and chanted to himself, “I’m the boss, I’m the boss, I’m the boss!” 

Pressing the suit’s button, Scott’s size increased dramatically. 

“Holy shit!” Peter exclaimed. 

“It worked!” Scott announced as he grabbed War Machine out of the air. 

“You’re lucky it didn’t tear you in two!” (Y/N) chided. 

“I thought that by this point in our relationship you’d be more confident in my abilities!”

(Y/N) huffed pointedly as she dodged the oncoming webs being fired at her. 


After Peter suggested the “Empire Strikes Back” routine, Scott was forced to shrink back to normal size. Fortunately, as the main battle shifted towards Steve and Bucky, Scott and (Y/N) were able to breathe. 

Rushing over to Scott, who was laying motionless, (Y/N) did her best to ignore her own injuries. 

“Scott!” Lifting his head onto her lap she begged, “Wake up!”

Suddenly, Scott jerked up. He took the helmet off and sat up hesitantly. “Ouch,” he muttered. 

“Oh, thank god!” (Y/N) threw her arms around him. 

Scott winced but chuckled, “See, I knew you loved me.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Of course I do, you idiot. Now kiss me before you end up almost killing yourself again.”

Originally posted by theavengers

Hey guys...

I know I haven’t posted in like.. 2 months (wow I’m shit) a lot had been going on in my life lately and I’ve been too stressed and busy to have any time for this blog, I’m hoping maybe I might get back at it in a few months? I’m not really sure, but know I’ll be back ok? Thanks again for all your support I love you all and sorry about being a shitty admin (,:

techpirate1  asked:


Contact Name: Captain Jack

Contact Picture: Candid Photo ‘proof’ that Manda’s taller than Jack while she’s standing on top of a supply crate

Ringtone: “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top

Other Notes: 
* Measurements for custom-sized clothing
* List of potential squadmate whereabouts

Sample Texts:  
<<Wow. That’s a LOT of snake pictures. XD Matthew helped you guys with it too, right?>>

<<Thanks for hauling up the new SPARK parts from Engineering. The elevator hasn’t worked quite right since Coyote fell down it…>>

<<The Commander would totally wrestle a Berserker into submission. No contest. My turn: Isaac verses a Gatekeeper.>>

Contact Name: Kitty Lord

Contact Picture: Picture of Cat-Tower in Isaac’s lap

Ringtone: “Angel” by R. Armando Morabito

Other Notes: 
* Psi-Operative Training Schedule
* Is it genetics or Psionics that makes Isaac’s hair so perfect?!
* Note to Self: Do NOT challenge to a drinking competition

Sample Texts:  

<<The Commander wants you two to film your next duel. Just throw a Barrier over one of the GREMLINs or maybe Yvra can film it… Sectoid brains must be resistant to Psionics, right?>>

<<Cat-Tower’s with you. Right? I haven’t seen him all day and Joey’s getting worried that he might’ve chased an GREMLIN into one of the ventilation shafts. Again.>>

<<It’s on the 25th. Make sure you wish her Happy Birthday. You can help me make the cake.>> 

Contact Name: B. Wellington Mayor of Frowny Towny

Contact Picture: Blackwell giving her an unimpressed look upon hearing his new contact name designation

Ringtone: “Jump” by Van Halen

Other Notes: 
* Engineer & Scientist schedule
* Log report from Armoury sensors
* Linked Documents from Jack’s and Quynh’s contact info

Sample Texts: 
<<I’m not exactly sure how I ended up in the ventilation shaft. Can you please disregard my previous stream of drunk texts and figure out where I am?>>

<<Psst… Quynh looked a little down at lunch today. Can you surprise her with leaving something romantic in her room. I’m sure she’ll love it!>>

<<Can your contacts at get enough fabric to make Jack a suit? No pinstripes. Also, how many candles should I put on it?>>

The Consort  {Chapter Two}

Wow, first of all I’d just like to thank y’all for the crazy reaction I got for the first part of this (75 notes is a lot for me) and I’m just so thrilled that you guys liked it. And thank you for the absolutely lovely comments. 

So I think I’m going to post a chapter every week (or more if I feel like it) every Wednesday. I’m currently working on Chapter Three which I think is probably more entertaining than this chapter. I hope this one lives up to your expectations!  - Sarah 

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iKON Reaction to: you talking slang in English.

(Requested by @junemoo. Thank you sweetheart!)

Jinhwan: “I can do it to.” *GIF*

Yunhyeong: “I believe that what you said has a lot of bad words.” *unamused*

Bobby: “Y/N sounds badass.

B.I: “wow! Please teach me.”

Donghyuk: “Y/N must think they are cool.” 

Junhoe: *awkward laugh because he doesn’t get it.”

Chanwoo: “what ~?” *he doesn’t get a single word.*

(note: gifs are not mine.)

anonymous asked:

I started WH when you first posted it, and then fell out of the Frozen fandom entirely. However, I kept you on my dash because of how much I absolutely love your writing. I just caught up on WH and honestly, I cannot stress enough how much I love it. You are amazing.

Oh wow. Maybe you should come back to the fandom! There are lots of people here who are way more talented than I am creating awesome things to enjoy!

I am super flattered though that you enjoy Wandering Hearts so much. Thank you for writing me such a sweet little note. My cold dead heart is warmed❤. You are the very best

Originally posted by thenatsdorf

anonymous asked:

Wow youre work is amazing!I realy love this *~*

Ohh thank you so much!! QwQ!! That means a lot to me!

I’m really happy and thankful to everyone for liking and reblogging my pages too, especially @canadian-buckbeaver ! I have them to thank for the previous/current(?) stream of people finding my comic <3

I mean wow it’s only been 30 mins and I got twice the notes I usually get in a week for a page O_O and notes are coming in from alllll the other pages too, i’m just… pretty astonished! Thanks again!

Ladynoir Day 9: Masquerade

Note: Most of my stories up until now stood on their own, but a lot of the dynamic between Ladybug and Cat Noir in this story probably won’t make sense if you haven’t read the previous days, especially Days 2, 4, 5, 6, and 8. Also, wow did this turn out longer than I meant it to.

A heads up for new readers. All of my Ladynoir July stories are one story, so I suggest reading them in order for everything to make sense. Here’s a link to day one.

The conversation with Cat Noir last night played over and over in Marinette’s head, almost drowning out the lingering guilt over flirting with Adrien as Ladybug. How in the world had she managed to make everything so complicated? Why in the world was she making it so complicated? She could still have close friends while maintaining her secret identity. For goodness’ sake, her best friend was determined to uncover Ladybug’s identity and their friendship hadn’t suffered. Why couldn’t she have a boyfriend, too?

Cat Noir had encouraged her to talk to Adrien, and he even promised to give her the necessary space to pursue her crush. She should be thrilled. That should have made everything easier. So, why did she feel so guilty as she entered the classroom and sent Adrien a small wave? Why did it feel like she was betraying her partner when she asked the boy in front of her about his plans for the weekend?

Why did it feel like her heart was splitting in two when Adrien sent her a smile and told her about the busy weekend his father had planned for him? Marinette couldn’t even take a moment to celebrate that she was talking to Adrien without blushing or stammering. Every time she blinked, Cat Noir’s eyes appeared in her mind, a flash of sadness and maybe even a hint of jealousy in that brilliant green stare.

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A little 9 year old girl with bright red hair and emerald green eyes walks up to Bendy, “Hi Bendy! Look! I drew you with some pens I totally didn’t steal!” She holds up her notebook and shows Bendy, Her fox ears perked up.


((MUN NOTE: my response starts here lookit this amazing submission tho - mun (@bad-to-the-b0ne) ))

Bendy looked at the picture and smiled.

“Hey, thanks! It looks great!”


Okay so I’ve been getting a lot of messages like this (You’ve probably seen) but now I’m curious, how many people actually use them

Let’s bring out mobile for a moment

Wow already a few in a row in my notes.

Okay a few more…

Let’s just move to my dashboard

Oh hey thanks Kitchen

and Imaginary friend too


Let’s just check one more thing….


5,923 NOTES


Don’t touch me I’m famous

jellal-okaku25  asked:

Dean coming out to Cas and Sam as bi, with hints of Destiel?

Wow, this turned out a lot longer than I thought. I’m so sorry this is late, but here you go, hon! I hope you enjoy it!

Note: I tried, but couldn’t write a scene I was happy with for Dean coming out to Cas, so I stuck with him coming out to Sam. Sorry about that! Hope you like it!

When Dean thought about coming out as bisexual, there were multiple scenarios that came to mind.

At first, they manifested as a coiling burn of the most horrifying dread in his gut. They were echoes of John’s voice bellowing wordless obscenities at him, of his father’s hands gripping his wrists and clawing his blunt nails deep into the tender flesh of Dean’s forearms, of John’s steel-toed boots that were still caked with dried mud and blood becoming christened with Dean’s as they dug into his abdomen. They were sinking thoughts of what his mother would think, of those smiling blue eyes that were frozen in pictures filling with raw disappointment and shame for the son she had.

They were clear visions of Sammy, his gleaming hazel eyes and innocent expression flooded over with bewildered confusion and eventual hate, cowering away from Dean’s embraces and shifting his gaze to avoid his older brother. Sam calling him a freak, an abomination, pushing him away and distancing himself.

That, out of anything his mind could throw at him, was what Dean was scared of the most.

As time went on, their father died, they discovered their destinies and defied them, they encountered new allies and foes alike, they came face to face with demons and the Devil and angels and literal Death and the Darkness and God

And Castiel.

When Castiel arrived in his life, when the angel really planted himself as a permanent presence in his life, Dean was terrified. Breathtaking, heart-stopping, knees buckling, blood-running-through-flashes-of-hot-and-cold terrified.

Because Dean found himself melting underneath the scorching fires of blue, his own eyes tracing the fine lines of Castiel’s jaw and cheekbones and flitting to stare at chapped, pink lips. Because waves of electric synapses shivered through Dean’s nerves from Castiel’s voice, low and rough with crackling power that just enraptured Dean.

Because Dean fell for the angel that fell for him, and he didn’t know what to do.

When Dean first discovered his feelings toward Castiel, he immediately recoiled with disgust toward himself; Castiel was an angel of the Lord, the son of freaking God himself, and that should be enough for a direct one-way ticket to Hell, right? Because it wasn’t enough that Dean was attracted to men, but to be attracted to a non-human species on top of that?

He repressed everything he felt toward Castiel down, and that’s what he believed.

At first.

Over the years, Dean slowly and gradually allowed himself to actually see what was in front of him.

Sam loved him. Sam practically worshiped him growing up, and Sam adored him. That was pure fact that Dean had known since childhood. Dean finally came to terms with that fact’s clause which clearly stated Sam would love him no matter what.

Sam’s range of acceptance was astounding in an otherworldly sense; Dean hadn’t realized it before, or hadn’t truly allowed himself to, but his little brother was so much more open-minded and embracing of other people than Dean had given him credit for. The kid had a freaking heart of gold and diamond and all the other great things of the world, and Sam would take Dean for who he was and love him no matter what.

And Cas.

Rather than disappearing like he had fought so hard for, his feelings toward Castiel only grew. Surged up. They swelled and they twisted around his heart and squeezed tightly until Dean couldn’t breathe, the weight alleviating only when Castiel’s eyes met his.

He and Castiel had been through so much together, literally going through Hell and back as commencement to their friendship. Dean had become a damn demon, bonded to Darkness and morphed into a figure that angels were supposed to despise, and Castiel still stuck around, still saved him.

He had to believe that Castiel loved him too, even if it wasn’t the way Dean wanted him to.

So finally, finally, Dean began to believe that Sam and Castiel would still love him if (when?) he came out to them. And Dean desperately wanted to tell them. It just never seemed like the right time.

So when it did happen…

Well. It didn’t happen in the way Dean expected it to happen.

No drama, no shocked silences, no angry yelling, no judgement. There wasn’t even any tears. Not that Dean wanted tears, anyway.

In retrospect, what had actually occurred was so painfully silly in comparison to what Dean had expected.

It was a slow day, no pending cases nor ones eligible for their line of work. It was nice and quiet for once, and Sam and Dean were enjoying their rare downtime by relaxing in the Bunker. Castiel had shown up sometime in the middle of the day and Dean was quick to invite him to settle in for a beer, the pair of them sitting down at the table in the middle of the war room.

Sam was sequestered in one of the armchairs near the wall, typing away at his laptop. Dean just let himself ease into the calming atmosphere, swirling his beer bottle in front of him as he watched Castiel absently, humming amusedly when Castiel’s lips pursed at the bitter taste of his drink.

There was a sharp inhale by where Sam was.

Brows furrowing curiously, Dean turned to face his brother, and his heart dropped.

Sam’s eyes were stretched open wide in revelation, his gaping stare flickering between both Dean and Cas. Suddenly, Sam lurched forward in his seat, mouth slack in open comprehension as he struggled to form audible words, his laptop teetering dangerously on his thighs, pointing wildly at both him and Castiel.

Dean knew exactly what his brother was trying to say, and he jumped out of his seat and marched over to his brother in a panic.

“Not here, not here, not here,” he hissed, placing the laptop down on the seat of a separate armchair before hauling Sam up.

“You—! Oh my—“ Sam squawked, still pointing over toward Castiel as Dean shoved his shoulder into Sam’s chest, pushing him hurriedly toward the door.

Not here!” Dean snapped before glancing quickly over his shoulder toward Castiel, who was hovering uncertainly over his seat. “Stay there, Cas! We’ll be back!”

“Um, okay,” came the perplexed reply from behind him as Dean shoved his brother out of the door and down the hall, away from Castiel’s hearing range.

“Keep quiet,” Dean growled as Sam opened his mouth once more, choking off any word that threatened to escape Sam’s throat. “In here.” Clasping his hand around Sam’s shoulder, he whirled his brother around and pushed him into his bedroom. He quickly followed after Sam’s stumble, closing the door behind them both. Dean clenched his jaw as Sam whipped back around, his eyes just as wide and his mouth still slack as he raised his finger to point again.

“You like him!” Sam hissed, his eyes gleaming with glee and looking as though all of the answers of the universe were suddenly presented to him. “You like him!”

Dean thought about denying it. He actually opened his mouth to, but the words went dry in his throat, and he couldn’t. Dean couldn’t deny it. Not when it was presented so blatantly to him, and not when it was to Sam.

He just couldn’t.

Huffing out a long and resigned sigh, Dean ducked his head and rubbed the nape of his neck. From the other side of the room, he could hear a sharp exhale echo throughout the room.

“Whoa, you actually like him,” Sam breathed. “Wow.”

Dean furrowed his brows and glanced up at the other man.

Wow?” Dean repeated, a nervous yet hard edge to his voice.

Sam raised his hands defensively. “Dean, I’m not judging or anything here, I promise,” he said gently. “I just… I just wanted to know what took you so long to tell me. That’s all.”

Dean’s heart throbbed in his chest. “So… you knew?”

“No,” Sam shook his head. “Not about Cas, and not about… Well, that you liked guys too. What took you so long to tell me?”

Dean swallowed, pursing his lips together uncomfortably. “I-I don’t know, Sam. I mean, I guess I just…”

“… Yeah?”

Dean’s eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders dropped with another sigh. “I just wasn’t ready, okay? Not at first. But I did want to tell you.”

Sam nodded and the corners of his mouth lifted into a tiny smile. “Okay. Dean, it’s okay. I’m not… I’m not treating you any different, I’d never do that. You’re my brother.”

The last phrase alone was enough to melt away any lingering tension off of Dean’s shoulders, the hunter’s eyes pinching together in a hard blink to ward off the burn. Within his chest, Dean’s heart inflated and grew hot with overwhelming gratitude and he cleared his throat, reopening his eyes.

“Thanks, Sammy,” he ground out roughly.

Okay, he couldn’t stop the thin film of tears that formed in his eyes. So sue him.

Sam, thankfully, did not bring this up or draw any attention to it. Rather, the younger man’s smile widened and he nodded before bringing up another point.

“So… you gonna tell Cas?”

Dean scoffed lightly and shook his head. “About my being bi or about me liking him?”

“Both?” Sam shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even know how to tell him,” Dean replied honestly. “I don’t even know if he likes guys. He’s technically not even a guy, he’s just in a male vessel and that’s – oh crap, I never thought about that! He’s using some guy as a vessel and – “

“Okay, okay, okay, first of all, calm down,” Sam placated, stepping forward to place grounding hands to each of Dean’s shoulders, giving the frantic man a small jerk. “Jimmy’s soul isn’t inside of his body anymore. Cas said himself that Jimmy’s in Heaven. So Cas is actually Cas now… If that makes any sense. Second of all, it’s like you said; Cas is technically genderless. Something tells me tells me that his point of view about this whole thing will remain utterly neutral.”

Sam’s hands slipped up to firmly cup Dean’s jaw when the older hunter look doubtful.

“I’m disregarding your whole ‘no chick-flick moments’ crap to tell you that Cas cares about you, and if you let him, I’m sure he’ll like you the way you want him to,” Sam assured. Slipping his hands from Dean’s face, Sam stepped back and shrugged. “And who knows? He probably already does.”

Struck dumb, Dean could only stand there and blink at his brother.

“… You could be a shrink. Why did you settle for being a lawyer?”

Sam chuckled. “Jerk.”

Dean smirked, allowing the familiarity of the banter to bring him back to Earth. “Bitch.”

Sam grinned. Dean huffed and nodded, pressing his lips together in a tight line. Gone was the dread and the terror swirling in his gut since he had first suspected he was bisexual, replaced by a surge of fresh fondness for his little brother and newfound hope for telling Castiel.

“Sammy,” Dean started, shifting his weight anxiously between his feet, the jittery feeling coming back in light of the request he was about to give. “You mind, uh, stepping out for a while?”

Dean caught the honest smile on Sam’s face before his brother smirked mischievously.

“A while, or for the night?”

“You’re such an ass,” Dean snickered, cupping a hand over his eyes as his face flushed. Sam laughed heartily for a moment.

“Fine, I’ll step out,” Sam readily agreed once he was able to speak clearly again.

Dean dropped his hand from his face, and his expression softened into a genuine smile toward his brother.

“Thank you,” Dean whispered.

Sam smiled in turn. “Yeah, no problem.”

They both knew Dean wasn’t just talking about Sam leaving for the moment.

Dean sighed and turned towards the door. Armed with the open support of his brother, the indirect support from Castiel, and the hope for something good in his life for the first time in a long time, Dean walked back toward the war room. Back to Castiel.