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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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Severus Snape being an awesome teacher and human being

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He makes sure to let students work on their own when they brew Amortentia. They only have to pass in a list of things they smell and he draws little smiley faces on them because he knows a lot of kids are very insecure about their feelings. (Once a kid passed in a list that just said, I’m sorry Professor but it doesn’t smell like anything, and on their paper Severus drew an ace and aro flag and a time for the student to be at Mcgonogall’s office that weekend for tea, along with a smiley face and an O grade.) (The student was Newt.) (Hailee’s just read, People are gross and if I fall in love with one I want you to kill me, to which Severus responded, Valid, and drew her a picture of a turtle.)

He makes fake batches of Felix Felicis and gives one to every student secretly before their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s so they feel extra confident going into the test but aren’t actually cheating.

He knows his area is Potions, but he teaches defense spells to students who come after class or report bullying anonymously. Severus Snape does not fucking stand for bullying in his classroom or outside of it. If you dare to pick on one of his students, he will burn you so hard with his mere words that you will wish you were dead. Do not fuck with Severus Snape’s kids.

On parent-teacher day, he drinks different batches of Polyjuice Potion to imitate certain students, all of whom hide away in their dorms after drinking a fine batch of invisibility potion. He then follows these select parents around and endures their horrifying, demeaning remarks about their “failure of a child” so his students don’t have to. He makes sure to give these students glowing praises to their parents when it’s his turn to offer feedback (after making up an excuse to go to the bathroom as the student), and takes mental notes of the parents’ most prominent criticisms so he can be sure to compliment those parts of his students during their next assignments (and also just because).

He brews sleeping potions for students he knows stay up all night studying and sometimes slips it into their drinks if they refuse to take it willingly. He then gives them back their (usually almost flawless) tests with the note that if they want a full O they need to sleep more.

He invites kids he knows don’t have many friends to have dinner and lunch and breakfast in his classroom whenever they’d like. He tries to make friends with some of them too, hoping to make their lives a little less lonely than his was.

He keeps an eye out for abusive home situations. He does his best to come up with excuses for those unfortunate students to stay at Hogwarts over breaks or to visit often over the summer. He tries to find them friends that will help them the way James helped Sirius and Regulus, and speaks to Mcgonogall about opening a home for these kids on campus. He does his best to be the parent he knows these kids don’t have, and is open about his own horrid past in hopes of getting some of them to fess up so he can help them better than he can without hearing it explicitly from their mouths.

He uses his Pensieve to collect happy memories of and for his students to reflect on when they need to and they sit in the corner of his classroom. (Among them are his wedding day to James and Lily, the day Harry was born, a couple playdates with the other Marauder children, Sirius and Remus’ wedding day, studying with Remus, pranking James with Sirius, Sirius and James asleep cuddled together with Remus on the couch in ugly Christmas sweaters, his son and many nieces and nephews playing dress-up, reading with Hermione and exploring with Luna and Newt, dancing with Draco (he likes to dance but was always ashamed to do it at the Malfoys), going on long drives with Regulus, the Blacks’ funeral (Regulus and Sirius performed a very gay stripper dance on top of their graves, it was beautiful), and many, many more.) Sometimes he can see his saddest students watching them and smiling, and their sad eyes twinkling make him smile.

He brings in a box of small kittens, puppies, and bunnies one day and lets them wander around the classroom. Some kids start crying because they haven’t felt this loved in years. After an incident with a bad potion and a rainbow puppy, he stops bringing them all out during class, but they’re there on the weekends and whenever a student needs to hug one (or borrow one, much to Mcgonogall’s chagrin).

He works to break down House biases and help students develop inter-House relationships and friendships. He wants every student to be proud of their House and not to treat anyone differently because of theirs. He creates (with Dumbledore, Sirius, and Regulus’ help) an annual House Pride, in which every student dresses up in their House colors and has their nails and skin painted and everyone is smiling and laughing and waving flags with their House emblems in the air. Even the teachers get in on it.

He stresses the importance of friendships, communication, and choices. He urges students not to make his mistakes by treating their friends well, talking about their feelings even if they’re ugly, and making the right choices in life for you and your loved ones, even if those choices are hard. He invites Lily in to talk about this too sometimes.

He sends out his Patronus every night to wander around the school. Often it comes back to him with nothing, but sometimes he can hear a student crying through it. He’ll instruct his doe to sit with the student until he gets there, and then he’ll walk around the castle, pretending to “accidentally” happen upon the crying student. He’ll sit with them until they’ve calmed down and listen if they want to talk and then take them to their dorm, bidding them goodnight and get well soon.

He gives students hugs when they want them. He didn’t want to originally, but Harry would greet him every class with a hug, and then one day Draco came in crying and attached himself to Severus like a sloth, so he patted him on the back and continued to hug him. Not long after, Hermione couldn’t figure out a potion and burst into tears out of frustration, turning and burying herself in his chest. After Luna wrapped her stick arms around his neck for no reason, Severus just accepted his fate and let his students hug him.

A lot of first years get scared in the hallways, since the staircases move and everywhere is incredibly crowded and they are oh so very small. Severus will often hold the hand of the most anxious ones for the first few weeks and walk them to class. Eventually they become more confident with the castle and themselves and stop needing it, but the occasional sixth year will slip their hand into his just because sometimes.

He walks around campus with students sometimes. He can tell when they’re nervous or sad or angry and he takes them on walks around the outskirts of campus and lets them vent. He also teaches them how to throw curses at the Whomping Willow just because (it’s for Remus but nobody’s gonna say it out loud).

He teaches students how to walk dramatically (as he should). He puts on student drag shows in the Great Hall with James’ help (who always kisses him way too enthusiastically because of it) and Dumbledore’s permission (so long as he gets to be the finale). The students work with Sirius on their drag looks and Sirius and Remus both join in the drag show for the opening act. Sirius’ job is to design and create the students’ looks while Remus tells them they look pretty and tames their stage fright. Severus just sits in the audience smirking while Lily screams in delight. (Regulus also shrieks with excitement eventually, though he does usually spend the first half trying to look disinterested.) (Peter’s job is to get the cookies and sweets (and underage alcohol).)

He turns into his snake Animagus form sometimes without warning when his students aren’t looking and just slithers around the classroom scaring the crap out of people. His favorite students are the ones brave enough to pet him. Harry and Newt are the only ones brave enough (and allowed) to wind him around their shoulders. Severus and Harry sometimes have conversations in Parseltongue.

He invents spells to help with dyslexia and other learning disabilities in his spare time. When he’s done with that he plans to try looking into some cures to mental illness. He’s thinking possibly a potion that treats PTSD by replacing traumatic memories with pictures of puppies, unicorns, bunnies, cats, and parrots. What do you think?

He tries hard to come up with solutions and modifications to his lessons for students with ADHD. He often talks to James about what the best steps to take are because James has ADHD. (So does Sirius, but his insecurities are bad enough that he won’t talk about it with anyone but Remus and James.)

He plays the violin sometimes during tests and uses Sonorus to make it echo throughout the classroom. Occasionally he cancels class and just plays until most of his students fall asleep. Those who want to work on extra work can, but he tries to keep their stress and general teenage angst to a minimum. (Though he encourages the emo phase.)

One of the first things he does after the Prank is get to work on a lycanthropy solution for Remus. After a couple years he invents the wolfsbane potion, but it doesn’t quite do the trick. Eventually he manages to figure out the cure, and when Remus finds out he cries so hard he can’t breathe right for days. (Sirius also cries. So does James. And Peter. And Lily and Regulus and Mcgonogall. Seriously, everyone cried and everyone hugged him and Severus tried to get away by transforming into his snake form but toddler Harry just grabbed him and refused to let go, so that didn’t work.) (He also helps Remus become a wolf Animagus when he asks almost a year later.)

He teaches certain kids Occlumency and Legilimency after school. It’s strictly for kids he knows come from abusive homes, whether they’re open about it or not, so they can tell when it’s going to be a bad night and get away or protect themselves. He teaches Occlumency for those who need to hide things from their parents (like Sirius and Regulus used to) and Legilimency to all, just in case. He focuses on stealth and untraceable versions of the craft to earn the kids as much time and protection as he can.

He figures out how to remove the Dark Mark from his own arm after the war. The next person he calls is Regulus, whose he also removes. He writes down the entire process and when the war starts up again, he keeps an eye out for students suddenly wearing long sleeves. He speaks with those he does find and helps them to make the right choice and join the right side of the war, starting with removing that horrid tattoo. (Draco bawls uncontrollably when Severus removes his.)

When they do the lesson on Veritaserum, he’s extra careful to make sure students don’t test it, especially on themselves or their friends. It, along with Amortentia, is the most guarded potion in his stash. The only times he uses it is when a student from an abusive home is too scared to tell him what’s going on, in which case he finds them somewhere private, asks them if they’d be okay with it and if so which teacher they want to be there to ask the questions (usually Remus, Sirius, or himself), and then administers the potion and leaves or begins to ask yes or no questions. It’s helped a lot of kids escape their families.

He tries to ease trepidations about himself early in the school year, since he’s aware he can be intimidating and the rampant stories regarding his time under Voldemort (though entirely as a spy) do not help. His friendships with Remus and Sirius often serve to alleviate students’ fears though, as they tend to tell embarrassing stories about him from their own Hogwarts days that make him seem more human (and make him want to strangle them, but that’s neither here nor there).

Every year, he works with Remus and Lily to arrange Muggleborn Pride. It’s an incredibly popular event with tons of Muggle inventions and artifacts floating through the air over students’ heads. At any time they can reach up and pull one down to study it. Many students dress as their favorite Muggle icons and characters. Because of this, Muggleborn students are more comfortable being who they are than ever before. (Some have even reclaimed the word Mudblood by setting up mud pits during their Pride.) (They also have more Slytherin Muggleborns now than any other time in recorded history.)

He tells Regulus’ story to every class of students, to teach them what true bravery is and how love and family, even if not blood, can change the course of history. Regulus survived his encounter with the Horcruxes and worked to destroy them and eventually Voldemort, but now lives away from the public eye in a secluded part of Muggle London. He and Severus are friends and visit often, and Regulus will occasionally come back to Hogwarts to say hello to his brother and mum (Remus), but for the most part he keeps his life intensely private. He allows his family to tell his story because he wants other kids to know they are not alone and that there is a way out, and that you are not a bad person for things you did in your childhood. Severus does his best to do it justice.

He has incredibly loud arguments with Dumbledore until he finally agrees to implement sex ed as a mandatory class at Hogwarts. Severus works with the other Marauders on the curriculum and they try to include multiple angles and identities in their lesson plan. At first they try to trust Remus with it, but Remus doesn’t go anywhere without Sirius who is less than tactful and Remus himself has some deadpan sarcasm and a lack of shame to rival James Potter’s, so. They try Lily. She can’t stop giggling. Finally they beg Regulus to come back and teach it. He’s surprisingly… perfect for the job. (He steals parenting books from Amir, that’s his secret.)

When James visits, everything becomes chaos for a bit. While he mostly hangs out with Sirius and Remus and causes trouble with them, he certainly seems to enjoy sitting in the back of Severus’ classroom and bothering him during lessons. The only way to get him to leave is to turn into a snake and wind himself around his shoulders, which makes James shriek and sputter and run away (James has always had an irrational fear of snakes; odd that he married one then, innit?). But when James isn’t causing chaos, he’s following Severus around adoringly and grabbing at his hand, whispering jokes in his ear and kissing his cheek. Despite all of the times he’s a pain in the ass, there are always these little moments that remind Severus why he fell in love with him in the first place (entirely unwillingly and with much stubborn pride on both ends, but, well. It is what it is and they got here eventually, so that’s all that matters).

When Lily visits, everything is calm. She reigns all of the Marauders in and forces them to have picnics under the tree where they all used to do homework. She often holds Severus’ hand and dances with him there, turning his insides to useless goo. She’s always full of laughter and fairy bells, and though she makes every student question their priorities and life decisions, she’s a favorite of them all. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t pull him aside and say, “You’re a lucky, lucky man.” (Or, in James’ case: “Fuck, love, how’d we bloody manage that?” (Severus just shrugs. It’s not like he knows.))

He helps kids with autism feel more like they belong. He also works to educate non-autistic students how to better socialize and respect those who are, and takes extra care to dispel myths about autism and its causes, effects, and characteristics. Lily helps when she can.

Above all, Severus tries to give his students the education he never had. Anything he can provide for them he will. He’s been given a second chance and by Merlin is he going to bloody use it.

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Hi star,

Hi love. I’m sorry I made you cry with my angst. So because you are so nice, I’ll give you some fluff to fix the soul.

Fluffy greens because you deserve it 😘

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She had always thought her first kiss would be gross and clumsy....and it was. An awkward pressing of two lips from two people who knew nothing of what they were doing and definitely nothing about love.

But it was still good. She liked it. It was messy and kinda gross but she had a sense of pride when she gushed to her sisters that the boy of her dreams, Mitch of course, finally had the balls to kiss her at the age of fourteen.

Bubbles squeal was ear shattering and Blossom taped her mouth shut as she congratulated her on the experience. The red in her cheeks only died when she went to sleep.

She had thought she was doing it wrong but when she asked Mitch was he felt, the anwser was just as promising as her own.

“Good.” Simple. Short. They didn’t do romance or gushy stuff, they were fourteen and she had more bruises and scars than Bubbles had stickers....so many stickers.

She never believed the movies when the girl would gush about seeing stars and feeling light headed. The rainbows and fluffy bunnies didn’t come to mind with the press of a short kiss. Mitch was good. She was good.

And she was okay with that. And when they broke up a year later, it was fine. They weren’t weird about it, okay maybe the first month but the moment they went into high school, they had settled their differences if you can call it that and genuinely appreciated friendship more.

Throughout school she shared kisses three more times. One with a boy for four months and that was fine. Another with a guy during spin the bottle sophomore year and a behind the bleacher make out session with the best offense player on the other high school female basketball team, so it happened once but still nothing.

After four kisses from four different people she was now convinced that kissing just wasn’t her thing.

“Mm could be.” Blossom said she asked differently questions about the idea of kissing.

“It’s not like I don’t want to kiss anyone.” She rolled her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

Bubbles braided her hair and patted her head. “Ya know sometimes you need the emotional connection for the spark. Not all relationships are based on physical attraction.” Of course the psychological point was being added but Buttercup listened and nodded.

“Maybe.”

And she graduated high school with a few more kisses here and there, mostly from party games and dates but the tingling feeling maybe was just from her being drunk as a minor or that she needed to pee.

In any case she didn’t despise kissing, she just, she didn’t know. In fact the only time kissing had ever been of any excitement was when she blew that RowdyRuff boy up and out of the sky before he returned and beat the living daylights out of her, just for a simple peak.

It felt weird to think about that. They had returned back in town during high school and hadn’t had much connection, other than him bothering her every fucking day in four of her classes.

They were buddies, besties, bffs as Bubbles would sing and she had never thought of him in any way other than that, at least not out loud.

“So we finally graduated.” He huffed as they sat on the roof top of the school. Everyone was getting ready for the graduation party of the century at Princess place and of course she was only invited because Bubbles had taken a liking to her....they were cute she couldn’t lie.

“Not surprised I did.” She said as she popped open a soda can. His shoulder pushed on hers.

“Fuck off.” He slightly laughed and it softened as the sun began to set.

“So college now.” She hummed and she was kinda dreading this. She was excited for the next chapter. She wanted to study sport medicine every since sophomore year and with a full ride on her basketball talents, it was becoming clearer everyday.

“Yep.” He popped the ‘P’.

“Have you decided which school?” She toyed with her shoe lace. He had three options, one was at her school and deep down she hopes he would pick that. College with the best freind? Yes please.

“Mostly leaning towards the one in Oregon, it’s full ride which is great for my part but the other ones are only half.”

Oh.

“Well that sucks.” She picked at the cement and took a sip of her drink.

“Well we still have summer to get all the shenanigans of the greens out of our system.” She laughed at this as she thought of the extend list of things they had planned and it some how made it sad.

Buttercup finished her soda before setting the empty can on the ground. “You know what’s stupid?” She asked and their shoulders were touching.

“Enlighten me.” He cooed and she shot him a glare.

“We nearly dated or talked to every single athlete in this school.”

“Yeah but we are both hotties with fine asses so I don’t see who wouldn’t want a piece.”

“Right.” Her voice trailed off. What was she doing? She could sense it in her stomach. That gut feeling tightening as she knew she wanted to do something bad. She got this way when she would steal a cookie from the jar or break one of Bubbles crayons.

Guilt? Not really. Sadness? A little.

“Well we never dated each other.” He had finished her thought and she shuttered.

Most people chimed in saying it was like they were already married. If Brick and Blossom were the old married couple and Princsss and Bubbles were the love sick fools while Boomer and Mitch were honeymoon babes then what were they?

Had he thought about them together? Did he sit on his bed awake in the night with sudden random flashes of them together? Them on dates and whispering things into her ears? No he couldn’t have right?

“Guess we haven’t.” She said and they sat staring at the sunset. Orange and pink mixing to yellow, pretty.

“Do you want too? Just to say we did?” He asked and she was already turned towards him and his eyes matched hers.

“Why the fuck not.” They both shrugged and it truly didn’t feel like a big deal.

“Aight.”

His hands pressed gently against her cheek. She had felt the blundering blow of them before and was a little surprise at how soft and delicate they were. She leaned into it and she watched as his eyes slightly narrowed. Almost like he was deep in thought.

His pupils were slightl wider and she was sure that hers were too. That warm sensation that rushed to her cheeks, blushing? Yeah that, she felt it in a flash and for a moment he looked at her in a way she had never felt anyone look her before.

The flashback of senior prom came when they jokingly shared a dance. It had turned slow at the last second and instead of turning away, he took her hand and swayed to the beat.

She had pressed her head against his chest, because her feet were killing her obviously but she listened as he softly sang the words to the song only so that she could hear.

The song was coming to an end and she had made the mistake of looking up at him because she saw the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen. Quickly she had looked away b she wouldn’t forget the way he gazed upon her.

That look. The one where his eyes seemed brighter than normal was her favorite and it seemed like something was on the tip of his tongue. His cheeks were slightly puffed out with that small smile and the only time she had seen it was under the light of a shitty disco ball as he held her close and the idiots thought nothing of it.

But now she came back to now. Them sitting on a foot top, graduation robes and hats tossed behind them as the sunset was fading in the distant. The classic romance movie setting and she had been so blind to everything before.

“We are so stupid.” He whispered with a laugh as her lips parted and accepted his almost as of her life had depended on it.

It rivaled her other kisses. It wasn’t sloppy or messy, not strangely wet or gross. It felt...remarkable.

His lips fit to hers in a way no one hand before and she was desperate for more as she angled her head and kissed him deeper and more passionately.

Her arms went to his neck as she pulled him impossibly closer and she felt that turn of his lips into that wicked smirk she desperately loved.

Love. The sensation that makes you feel butterflies, maybe this was it.

And all those times she didn’t believe the movies and books, she needed to write an apology for all the times she doubt them.

The fireworks as his lips heated her skin. They sparkled a bright luminous green around them as if their powers blasted in the sky. The tender feeling that could only be described as a chocolate truffle melting on your tongue, weird but true.

He tasted like heaven and soda pop and she found herself hoping for the moment to never end.

He pulled away for air and she was left panting as she stared at him in a new light. Like one of those romance movies that show the halo glowing around the love of your life? Yeah she saw that oddly enough and by the enchanted look in his eye, he saw it too.

“We really are idiots.” She laughed for she was pulled into another kiss.

She owed Bubbles her savings. The emotional connection of pure trust. She never trusted someone like this and felt a connection on a deep level that ran through her veins. Everyone else was missing that spark. That dark green spark that shines brighter than a thousand suns.

She understood everything better. If everyone else was love sick puppies and star crossed lovers then they were the fools. The ones who didn’t see that the love they craved and dream of was always besides them, a pair of green eyes and a toothy grin.

“Well I think my college choice is made up.” He winked and she knew in her heart that the fireworks were just the beginning.

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I hope this mended your heart and was soft enough. 💕💕😊

#greens #ppg x rrb #butch x buttercup #butchercup #powerpuff girls #thewritingstar

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hiddendreamer67 · 5 years

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The Dragonfly Curse

Summary: Roman often gets hit with small curses by the Dragon Witch- little things being forced to speak only in rhyme or becoming incredibly clumsy for a day. He hides this from the others, as to him they’re punishment enough for his failures. They’re small measly problems- which makes this latest curse ironic in that he’s reduced to a four-inch tall dragonfly-winged fairy.

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Roman treaded through the forest, footsteps light as he fought to keep his presence unknown. Uneasily he twisted his wrist, the handle of his blade recognizing the familiar movements as he gave the sword a small twirl to calm his nerves. It grounded him, reminding him that even in this vast expanse Roman still had strength. A strength he had to wield if he intended to protect those he loved.

Imagination could be a fickle thing. Once upon a time, Thomas was young. His dreams were filled with puppy dogs and rainbows (the symbolism ever present in his gay subconscious), and Roman was happy to traverse the magical paradise that had appeared through a portal in his room. Back then it was a magical place, so full of laughter and cheer. Roman had always wished he could bring some of that wonderous joy into his own room so that he could let his fellow sides in on the fun.

Now, Roman’s greatest fear was exposing his family to this hell.

As Thomas had grown older, the Imagination had become overgrown with negative creations, a side effect of the dark sides no doubt. For far too long Roman had blamed Virgil for the shadow figures that now crept behind every tree, or the inky dark marshes that threatened to swallow unsuspecting villagers whole. Now Roman knew better; the horrible demons lurking around the Imagination had appeared on their own, independent of a single creator, instead representing something far darker than the embodiment of anxiety himself.

Roman chuckled darkly to himself. Maybe Virgil would be amusedly offended at the idea of something having a more terrifying aesthetic than his hundred layers of black eyeshadow. The image was nice to chuckle at, but Roman knew it would never be a reality. He couldn’t let Virgil, or anyone else he cared about for that matter, ever learn about these invaders. They were Roman’s problem alone, his burden to bear. Why else would the portal into Imagination only exist in his own room? Clearly this was his purpose as a knight- to protect those he loved, even from fear of danger itself. Ignorance was bliss, surely.

Of course, Roman was unable to hide everything from the sides, much as he wanted to remain covert. There were times when Roman would… lose. The Dragon Witch was a formidable opponent, much as Roman loathed to admit it, and she took pleasure in laying curses upon Roman for her amusement. These curses were hardly permanent but would carry into the mindscape. Perhaps this was the Dragon Witch’s way of trying to affect the world beyond this accursed land, knowing she herself could never get past the portal. Sending back a defeated and hexed Roman was the closest she could get to throwing something of her own into the mindscape.

Thankfully, these curses had never been particularly threatening to Roman’s physical form, just his pride. That only made them hurt worse in Roman’s mind. Was it not enough to be defeated in his own realm? Must she bruise his fragile ego? But in this way, she knew his weaknesses. Stabs wounds healed. The echoing laughter in his mind did not.

Roman thought back briefly, recounting some of her more memorable curses. One of the first had been upon his tongue, turning it a dull silver in mockery of the phrase ‘silver tongue’ and forcing the princely figure to only speak in rhymes. The others thought he was just being dramatic as ever, putting up with his antics as Roman attempted to compliment Patton’s cooking skills and ended up launching into an eloquent soliloquy about the talent of the heart to bring such “delectable, respectable, selectable treats to the table, how my dearest Patton have you proven yourself so able-“ and so the rhyming continued. Roman had even enjoyed that one, leaning into it to test his own feats of poetry. He challenged Logan to a rematch of their rap battle, this time proving himself a worthy opponent.

The Dragon Witch had been less than pleased when he returned the next week, whistling a nameless tune and declaring how “your devious plan backfired; I’m feeling rather inspired!” Perhaps it was his jesting that had earned him the next hex, cursing him to become unstable on his feet. Roman had spent the day tripping over himself, spilling water any time a cup was placed in his hands and falling flat on his face on more than one occasion. Roman could only play those instances off with the line “I’ve falling for you, my fairest Virgil!” so many times before it was clear that this behavior wasn’t going to end. Virgil told him to snap out of it, and Roman was forced to spend the rest of the evening in his room willing his boots to stop making a fool of him.

So the curses continued, slowly accumulating through the years to remind Roman of his failures. Each lasted only a day, gone by the time he woke the next day. Never the same curse- after all, being part of the Imagination, even the Dragon Witch had standards. Unoriginality wouldn’t stand. Normally Roman would appreciate this creativity, but used against him it was less than pleasant having to bravely face his punishments. Which is why Roman made it a point not to lose often.

Roman paused, his feet stopping atop the large carpet of leaves painted in beautiful golden hues. It would be a beautiful sight, if the stillness in the air did not make the hairs on the back of his neck stand so unpleasantly.

“I was almost thinking you would not show.” Roman spoke up, raising his voice. He kept his gaze straight ahead, giving no other indication he knew there was a trespasser amongst the woods. “Or rather, if you’re attempting to be sneaky, you need to work on your dramatics, you son of a birch.”

There was a giggling through the air, as though the trees found this insult particularly amusing. Roman thought they might, and he gave a small smirk, radiating the essence of a casual hero who was sure of his blade. Perhaps if he imagined himself as such, it would prove true.

“Son of a birch?” A tree, darker than the rest, appeared insulted off to the left a few more paces down the path. The foliage shifted, the tree shrinking and curling in on itself as a woman emerged from the wreckage. She looked annoyed, the atmosphere immediately darkening as she stepped forwards. “I was an aspen, you royal twig!”

“Well you’re certainly as-pain in my butt.” Roman retorted. The trees merely groaned at that one, a few of the younger saplings muttering amongst themselves as though trying to figure out what exactly he meant. Roman rolled his eyes. “Alright peanut gallery, I get it, not my best work.”

“Peanut gallery, now there’s an idea.” The Dragon Witch put a finger to her chin, as if considering an idea. “Perhaps when I beat you today I’ll turn you into a peanut plant. Or better yet, I’ll trap you in a peanut gallery comic, so you will be forced to watch everyone laugh at your antics.”

“I’ve already been a comic book character.” Roman groaned, pretending to be bored as he stretched out a crick in his neck. “And you did a strawberry bush only a month ago. Have you really run out of curses so soon? You seem a bit lost for inspiration. How about I do you a favor. After I kick your butt, you can spend the week thinking up better ideas.”

“You make me laugh, Prince Roman.” The Dragon Witch said, but her mouth was still a flat line. “But perhaps you should save the theatrics for your stage.”

“Gladly.” With no more fanfare, Roman charged, sword at the ready. He took a swipe at the Dragon Witch. Unsurprisingly, she disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke. Knowing this trick, Roman wasted no time in bringing his elbow reeling backwards, satisfied by the ‘oof!’ of pain that came as he painfully elbowed her in the stomach. Roman had no qualms against playing dirty against a girl, especially because gender is a social construct and she started it.

“Why, you little-!” Before she could wrap her claws around Roman the prince rolled to the side, coming up to face her head on again. The Dragon Witch growled, a ball of green flame appearing in her hand.

“You wouldn’t.” Roman squinted, trying to gauge how far his opponent would go.

“Oh, I would.” The Dragon Witch sneered, tossing the flame to the ground. Instantly the golden leaves began to catch fire, the flames spreading as quickly the entire scene became ablaze.

Roman’s eyes widened only momentarily before he began to frantically dash back down the path, the flames licking at his heels. He knew that the trees themselves would likely be protected, mere puppets designed by the Witch who wanted an audience (she always was one for theatrics), but everything else in this forest was fair game.

“You’re insane!” Roman yelped, shaking his leg briefly as his pants briefly caught fire. The Witch cackled at this, giving chase through the path as the green flickers did nothing to harm her. If anything, they curled around her ankles, hugging their creator gently.

“Liar liar, pants on fire!” The Dragon Witch seemed to only find humor in this scenario, grinning manically.

“What are you, twelve?” Roman huffed, his breathing becoming heaving as he fought to keep running. Why didn’t Thomas go to the gym more often? Probably due to Patton’s love of cookies. Even if Patton was a fluffball, at this particular moment Roman was wishing he could change a lot of the heart’s habits if only to gain a little more endurance for these aggravating chase scenes. When he got back to the Mindspace, Roman was certainly going to fill Thomas’ dreams with more eye candy muscled men in the hopes of inspiring him to exercise even once.

Too distracted by thoughts of shirtless men, Roman was oblivious to the branches reaching out for him until it was too late. The wooden limbs wrapped around him, forcing his sword to clatter to the ground as one of the tree spirits tugged him into a tight grip.

“No fair!” Roman pouted, watching the Dragon Witch approach with a devious smirk, her flames coming with her.

“What’s wrong, Prince Roman?” She feigned ignorance, lifting her hand to direct the flames to begin climbing the tree, getting closer and closer to his legs which were desperately trying to kick out of their way. “Come now, surely you haven’t been bested by a few candle flames and a tree? Get up, Prince Roman. Fight. Where’s that courageous hero who dared to march into myrealm just hours ago, dressed in regal colors and claiming ownership of a land he can never hope to control?”

“I YIELD!” Roman suddenly declared through gritted teeth, his knees tucked up to his chest as the fire licked at his boots. To declare himself unsuccessful hurt more than their burn, and as the flames disappeared Roman felt the own fire of determination dying in his heart.

It seemed recently it had burning out quicker with each battle, these losses slowly taking a toll on even his resolve.

“Aww, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The Dragon Witch teased. Roman gave her a defiant glare.

“I already yielded, there’s no need to drag it out.” Roman huffed, slumping back in the tree’s embrace. “Just get it over with, do your thing. Give me your curse and I’ll be on my way. What will it be, the comic or the plant? Well? What are you waiting for?”

The Dragon Witch paused, her expression for once perfectly blank. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Why should I be?” Roman shrugged, feeling a bit proud that he could make her scowl even in her victory. A conversation was still a battle when it came to the Dragon Witch, and at least Roman could win this. “Your little curses are nuisances at best. Your strongest has only ever left me cowering under a blanket for a day. Just a day, nothing more. Nothing sticks. You can’t hurt me, not in any real way at least, because everything you do is temporary. Your magic is just little parlor tricks.”

“Little parlor tricks?!” She screeched and spat. “How dare you! You insufferable pest, you incompetent sprite, you infinitesimal thorn in my side!” The Dragon Witch’s eyes blazed with a fury unmated by any Roman had ever seen, and for the first time in forever Roman really did feel afraid. She struck her hand across his face, leaving a scorching mark with a familiar tingling feeling of magic.

“There.” The Dragon Witch hissed, letting the tree drop Roman into an unassuming pile on the ground. “How’s that for a parlor trick?” Without another word she spun on her heel and left. The fact that she didn’t stick around to watch her spell take effect was a sure sign that Roman had pissed her off more than usual, which likely didn’t bode well for whatever unfortunate hex had just been quite literally slapped upon him.

Roman groaned, his body feeling like it was collapsing in on itself as Roman curled up into a tight ball. A searing pain had begun just along his spine, and Roman heard the fabric of his shirt begin to tear. Rude; he was particularly fond of this ensemble. But even Princey couldn’t lament the ruination of his garments for long, instead letting out a gasp as another round of fiery discomfort shot through his back. Was this the curse? To be in misery for a day? It certainly made Roman regret being so mouthy.

Thankfully, the pain slowly began to ebb away, leaving only a dull ache in its wake. Roman felt as though something was laying across his back, and new nerves connected to these new appendages. Cautiously Roman opened his eyes, looking back for confirmation.

Wings- he had wings. Dragonfly wings, to be exact. It seemed the Dragon Witch was still just as fond of draconic irony as always.

“Well that’s not so bad.” Roman decided. Sure, they were painful to grow, and they would certainly be impossible to hide, but Roman had stayed in his room during a curse before. He gave them a cautious flutter, wincing as one wing smacked him in the face. Perhaps this would take a bit more practice.

Roman stood up, gaining his footing on the slippery leaf below him and prepping for a test flight. Wait… yes, that was leaf, singular. Roman stared down at his feet incredulously, not believing his eyes. That had to be a very large leaf, unless…

The princely figure let out a groan, looking up to see his suspicions were confirmed. The dark trees now loomed over him, appearing to be hundreds of feet tall. It wasn’t just wings, then. The witch had cursed Roman to become a fairy of all things, reduced to nothing but a poor copy of tinkerbell.

At this size, Roman was even more wary of Imagination land, picturing all the horrible creatures that could make quick work of him. He had to get back, now.

“Alright, faith and trust and all that jazz.” Roman psyched himself up, scrunching his face and giving his body a shake to let out his nerves. He focused on getting his wings to flap properly this time, nearly crying out in relief when his feet left the ground.

“Don’t look down.” Roman instructed himself, firmly keeping his gaze forward as he shot through the air, beginning to get the hang of flying as he dodged the various brambles. More than once Roman nearly went headfirst into a spiderweb, skidding to a stop at the last moment. Thankfully he reached the exit on the other side of the forest without becoming prey to any of the shadowy demons. He was relieved that the door still recognized his presence in this form, swinging open wide. Roman wouldn’t have been able to open it himself.

“…woah.” Roman floated inside, momentarily shocked by how unfamiliar his own bedroom looked at this size. He settled down onto his desk, thrown off by the way he had to look up to see the bristled tips of his paintbrushes. How odd.

A knock came at the door, so loud and intimidating that Roman nearly jumped out of his skin. “Kiddo?” Patton’s voice was clearly gentle, but still it rumbled with an unnatural quality. “Do you want to join us for lunch?”

“Ah, no thanks, Pat!” Roman called back, hoping his nerves weren’t heard in his voice.

There was silence, and then another knock. “Kiddo? You in there?”

Oh, of course- an impulse to hit his own forehead overcame Roman. If Patton’s voice was so loud, it only followed that Roman’s voice must be quiet in comparison. He’d have to commit if he wanted to be heard.

“NO THANKS!” Roman called again, this time cupping his hands to his mouth to be heard.

“Oh, okay!” Patton sounded relieved, if not a bit disappointed. Roman deflated slightly, knowing this was another consequence of the curse. He hated letting Patton down. “Well, uh, I’ll check in on you again later!”

He would, of course, the little puffball.

***

Roman tried not to let the knot of guilt twist in him too tight when Patton came back to ask at dinner, then again at breakfast, and a third time at lunch the next day.

This was the longest day of his life. Roman groaned, collapsing back onto his pillow. It only took a few moments for him to realize this was a terrible plan, nearly getting stuck as he sunk into the overly plush surface. Why wasn’t he back to normal yet? It had been 24 hours, hadn’t it?

Patton came back again at dinner. He was more insistent. Roman snapped at him, and it hurt.

What was he meant to do? Roman couldn’t sleep that second night, his wings beginning to twitch anxiously. A curse had never lasted this long before. Should he tell the others?

The new fairy quickly shook his head. No, he couldn’t do that. Going to them meant admitting defeat. He would have to come clean about his rivalry with the Dragon Witch, letting them know of all his countless failures. What would they think of him? What sort of creativity was he if he couldn’t do his one job of keeping Imagination in check? Roman had to protect his family, not the other way around. Besides, he could only imagine the jests he would receive in this form:

“It seems you are incapable of even performing your own tasks adequately-“

“You tried your best, Kiddo, but leave it up to the real sides next time-”

“What’s the matter, Princey? A little thing like you couldn’t possibly help-“

A knock on the door jolted Roman out of his thoughts, the fae rubbing at the wetness on his cheeks. When had he started crying?

“Roman?” That was Logan’s voice, so cool and calculating and pleasant in tone. “We have been sent to retrieve you for breakfast. Are you alright?”

Roman couldn’t even work up the energy to respond. He just let his head loll to the side. Sooner or later the others would learn to leave him alone. Maybe they’d even forget about him… if he was going to be stuck like this, it might be for the best. Roman was useless.

“I can feel the sulking from here.” A third voice muttered, Roman’s sensitive ears picking up Virgil’s annoyed tone. “I say we just break in.”

Roman quickly sat up. What? Them, here? No, they couldn’t see him like this! He flew into the air, eyes scanning for any place he could hide.

“I thought you were against barging into bedrooms?” Logan spoke.

“Nah, just my room. Call me a hypocrite.”

Roman panicked, hearing the doorknob begin to turn. Without hesitation he dashed out of sight, settling onto the top of his wardrobe. Just in time, too, as moments later his fellow sides came barging into the room.

“PRINCEY, GET UP!” Virgil’s volume made the tiny side cringe, Roman pressing his hands firmly to his ears. “…princey?”

“It appears he’s not here.” Logan sated, the two gazing at the bed with conflicting amounts of bewilderment.

“Yeah, thanks, Sherlock.” Virgil’s facial features had turned decidedly blank, trying to process what was right in front of him.

“You do not sound thankful.” Logan murmured.

Virgil ignored his quip, throwing the blanket off the bed. Of course, the entire thing still looked untouched. The anxious side began to run his hands through his hair, seeming conflicted before he rushed back to the door. “PATTON, GET UP HERE!”

There was a frantic pounding of footsteps, Patton clearly running up the stairs before he too appeared in the doorway. “What is it? Is Roman sick?”

“Sick in the head- he’s gone.” Despite his angry words, Virgil looked frantic, and Roman felt far more than a twinge of guilt.

“This is peculiar.” Logan frowned, a hand put to his chin. “The mindscape is only so large. It contains each of our respective spaces and one communal area. Thomas is asleep, so he’s not there, and none of us have seen Roman in over 48 hours. Where could he possibly have gone?”

“Uh…I have an idea.”

The other two sides looked where Patton was pointing, the door to Imagination still ajar.

No! Roman’s eyes widened with fear. The others couldn’t go in there, they’d be killed for sure! Roman had always lied about Imagination, treating it like a magical secret only for him so that they would never know the true misery he faced every day.

“Do you think his realm would grant us access?” Logan took a step closer, making Roman tense up. “I was under the impression that subconscious domains were only accessible by the primary side.”

“Well, the door’s open.” Patton shrugged. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

“Hold on a minute, Pat.” Virgil reached an arm out, grabbing Patton’s forearm. “I don’t like the look of this. Roman’s an idiot-“ Hey! “-but maybe there’s a reason we shouldn’t go in there. We don’t know what it’s like. Maybe we’ll get corrupted just like you guys do in my room.”

For once, Roman was relieved Dark and Brooding was always so cautious. Maybe his friends would be safe after all.

“Virgil, it’s Imagination.” Patton removed Virgil’s hand with a smile, crushing all Roman’s hopes and dreams. “It’s not going to hurt us! I bet it’s got cotton candy clouds and singing flowers and puppies everywhere. “

“I take it back, that’s much worse.” Virgil cringed, but he allowed Patton to take his hand and guide him forward.

“Assumptions will get us nowhere; there is only one way to know for certain.” Logan reached for the handle-

“WAIT!” Roman cried out, his voice shrill and high-pitched as three heads whirling around to meet his terrified expression. Roman gulped, still frightened of their reactions but knowing he had made the right decision. It was better they looked down on him forever if it meant they stayed safe.

Still, having three giants focused on him was nothing to sneeze at- even with all his pomp and circumstance, Roman found himself continuing to huddle against the top of the wardrobe, knowing the jig was up.

“…Roman?” Patton called out, his voice softer than it had ever been. “Is that you?”

Roman winced. “Yeah, it’s… it’s me.”

He was thankful for his high vantage point, but he knew that if the others wanted to get him down it would be an easy enough task. He might be able to fly, but there were three of them for goodness sakes. At this size, a butterfly net could overpower him.

Roman groaned at the imagery, trying to get these thoughts out of his head. Why was he so frightened of the people he loved? Sure they were bigger now- er, he was smaller now- but they still had to care a little bit for him… right? Logan wouldn’t really pin him to a board and Patton wouldn’t really squeeze the life out of him and wow these images really need to stop right now get a GRIP, Princey!

“Are you harmed?” Logan asked, his question surprising the creative side. Logan was often ignorant to other’s state of being.

“Just my pride.” Roman admitted.

Virgil quirked an eyebrow, but it lacked its usual sass. His expression was more shaken than it should be, and the emo looked paler than usual. “Care to tell us what’s going on?”

Not really. Roman wanted to say, but he knew it was too late to back out now.

“Will you come down from there, Kiddo?” Patton took a step forward, cupping his palms and looking ready to catch Roman. He gazed at those hands for a minute, contemplating the risk before he fluttered down to stand in Patton’s palms. This action earned a series of gasps as his wings had previously gone unnoticed.

“It was the Dragon Witch.” Roman admitted, rubbing at his arm self-consciously. “She cursed me to take this form.”

“So, you’ve just been hiding up here all alone?” Patton looked just about ready to cry. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want you all to think any lesser of me.” Roman ran a hand through his hair. “I know you all think of me as foolish already, and I thought- if you knew how much I failed, that would just be used against me as well. I’m not the protector I pretend to be. I’ve tried to hide this from you because look at me now! A few inches tall and wings on my back like some laughable child cartoon character. I couldn’t stand the mockery on top of everything else.”

“Roman, that is preposterous.” Logan said firmly, earning an elbow to the side from Virgil that didn’t stop the nerd from continuing. “Regardless of your current stature, you are a core element of Thomas’ personality. We require your input. We function best as a cohesive team. Sharing information about your own struggles will only better us as a unit because we will be better equipped to assist you.”

“The nerd’s right.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty. “Jeez, Princey, I mean… I know we call each other names, but I don’t mean anything by it. I just thought that was our thing. I’m not gonna mock you when you’re clearly hurting, that’d just be cruel.”

“Failure is normal, kiddo.” Patton reached his thumb up, rubbing it comfortingly along Roman’s side. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. “Just because you failed once doesn’t mean you’re a failure.”

Roman winced. “Ah, actually, it’s… it’s more than once.” The words began to spill out of him, gaining momentum. “I lose to her so often, she always has the upper hand and it’s never the same curse and I keep hiding them from you but they only last a day and this one hasn’t stopped and I don’t know what to do and I’m going to be tiny and useless forever-“

“OY!” Virgil’s shout made Roman flinch again, and the anxious side had the decency to look sheepish. “…sorry. But you need to cut it out. Panicking is my thing.”

“Roman, it doesn’t matter if you’ve failed a hundred, trillion, billion times.” Patton corrected his wording.

“That’s not statistically possible.” Logan looked confused.

“You will never be a failure in our eyes.” Patton insisted. “You are brave, and kind, and lovable, and you bring so much to the table every single day. We couldn’t do it without you, Kiddo. And even at this size you’re the same amazing Prince we know and love. You’re just… a pocket prince now!”

“Roman, I admit that curses are not my area of expertise.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “But, I believe that with our efforts combined, there is certain to be a way to reverse these effects, especially given the knowledge the previous curses all took time to wear off.”

“Let us help you.” Virgil said, his tone bordering on pleading.

Roman looked around at his family. His fantastic, brilliant, amazing family. How could he have not trusted them with this? Of course they wouldn’t see him as lesser, just because of a small curse. His failures were not what defined him.

“Okay.” Roman agreed, feeling nearly overwhelmed with the love he had for them all.

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autisticgayplushie · 1 year

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can't remember if I ever properly showed off their bandana accessory add-ons here :)

also an announcement that the colorful puppies will all be re-stocked on hannimations.net at 5pm EST on January 27th!! I only have limited amounts of each in stock so be sure to mark your calendars!

#colorful puppies collection #plushies #plushblr #plush #plushcore #beans the ace puppy #cookie the rainbow pride puppy #sprinkles the pan puppy #pride #lgbtq #ace #pan #beans looks SO so good with their bandana also sprinkles :)) they're so cuties :3

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oikirstein · 3 years

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idk if this serious or not but i’m going to do it anyways 😁

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

on oikawa 😏

2. what’s your favorite candy?

my favorite candy are those rainbow sour belts and also that tamarind candy that you push up in the green container with a red cap

3. favorite love song?

i have such a hard time picking my favorite songs because it always changes but right now, it’s probably white ferrari by frank ocean which probably is more of a falling out of love song than a love song but oh well

4. what was your first kiss like?

lmaooooo hahaha n e wayz

5. what was your last kiss like?

the last person i kissed was my oikawa plushie

6. sexual/romantic orientation?

heteroromantic (i think) & bisexual

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

what about a poem in a love letter 😉

8. favorite fanfic trope?

50k words slowburn enemies to lovers with eventual mutal pining but they’re both too prideful and blinded by their “hate” that the tension keeps building and building until one of them goes “you wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid” and then they makeout until they pull apart so the other can say “what now?”

9. have you ever been in love?

no </3

10. favorite milkshake flavor?

oreo/cookies and cream/chocolate and vanilla swirl

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

answered

12. favorite flowers?

probably hibiscuses, roses, purple hydrangeas and irises, baby’s breath, and cherry blossoms (or is that classified as a tree)

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

i don’t really wear expensive perfume or anything but my favorite scents one of my favorite scents is rose from bath and body. some of my other favorite scents are winter candy apple, black cherry merlot, japanese cherry blossom, and cucumber melon

14. favorite candle scent?

i like candles that smell refreshing. candles that smell like food or something too sweet (like snickerdoodles or caramel) give me headaches.

15. what’s your ideal first date?

my ideal first date would be making each other short little playlists on spotify and driving around late at night heading towards the sunset while we play each other the songs and rate them.

16. favorite love story?

me and oikawa 🥰

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

one of those nice silky button ups with the sleeve rolled up to their elbows and a few of the top buttons popped open + nice black slacks

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

red velvet is just chocolate with red food coloring and cream cheese frosting so do i really need to pick between the two?

19. snow, rain, or sun?

as someone from the west, i would like to say snow but i know i love the sunny days

20. sweetest romantic memory?

when i got my oikawa plush in the mail

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

i must be dumb because when i read this i thought of the sims—like the game with bob pancakes. i haven't played that many dating simulator games but for now i’d say mystic messenger because talking to 707 gives me serotonin

22. fictional crushes?

*harshly exhales through nose*

my current brainrots go as following in no particular order:

toru oikawa

jean kirsten

rintaro suna

levi ackerman

ryota kise

mikasa ackerman

annie leonhart

armin arlert

koshi sugawara

kyoko kirigiri

sayaka maizono

byakuya togami

nozomu nanashima

LANGA HASEGAWA

shoto todoroki

dabi

hawks

shouta aizawa

denki kaminari

should i go on 🤔

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

answered

24. what makes you blush?

physical contact and witty remarks

25. do you believe in love at first sight?

no because i think to be in love there needs to be an established form of trust

26. do you believe in soulmates?

answered

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

denim jackets for sure

28. what’s your sign?

leo sun, libra moon, capricorn rising

29. are you single?

yeah 🙂 but that can change 😏

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

be charmed

31. guitar or piano?

i really want to buy an electric so im saving my money, but i have an acoustic and a keyboard. i’m pretty basic on the acoustic i can’t do barre chords to save my life but i’m trying to get better at piano haha. if i had to pick, then i wish i could master piano.

30. favorite romcom?

i like to watch the notebook :)

33. do you fall in love easily?

please i almost applied for a job at pet smart because a cute guy worked there

34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

i want to say no because they’re tacky but some of them are cute

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

i would prefer to be proposed to. my dream proposal would be quaint and intimate, maybe going to a little place that holds a significant memory for the both of us or maybe it would be in aisle 3 of 7/11 🤷🏽‍♀️ i think the only thing that matters is that we’re both sure of our feelings for each other and are ready to commit to a life of love

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?

star gazing thru the sunroof of their car in the woods or smth 🥺

37. do you like to dance?

i’m not good at dancing, but i’ll dice roll into every room

38. what’s your OTP?

dramione aka the blueprint for my love of enemies to lovers + tsunderes

and also kagehina because they just have so much chemistry and also because they’re my comfort ship

like before i even really got into the fandom, i was sitting there on netflix like “they would be cute together”

39. kittens or puppies?

puppies!

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

i really only drink hot chocolate in winter or around the holidays so i think i’d say tea. my favorite to drink is black tea with 3 teaspoons of sugar and a splash of milk

41. favorite soda?

diet coke or royal (filipino brand orange soda)

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

lying dramatically on the sofa and pretending i’m dead to practice how my body is going to look when i finally kick the bucket

43. favorite ABBA song?

gimmie! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight), waterloo, dancing queen, mamma mia, andante andante, one of us, thank you for the music, and lay all your love on me

sorry lol i can't pick a favorite

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

sorry i can’t answer this one without the people 😣

45. favorite pajamas?

they’re red fleece plaid pajama pants and a black tank top or just a really baggy shirt

46. favorite liquor?

this feels illegal to answer

47. do you think about love a lot?

yeah *sighs* i might try shifting to haiykuu or something

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

a walk on the beach 🤩

49. hand kisses or nose kisses?

wait those are both so cute. nose kisses and inner wrist kisses

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

my dream house would probably be something like a colonial modern house with a porch that wraps all the way around, blue shutters, and a painting room, with a big kitchen, maybe 2 stories, 3-4 bedrooms with 4-5 bathrooms (yes i want every room to have an ensuite bathroom), central vacuum system, dishwasher, etc.

i just want a semi-large house with all the things i wasn’t able to have growing up

#gel's letterbox #anon.letters #phew that took me way longer than it needed to

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ittakesrain · 4 years

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💙 Happy things to appreciate 💙 Random acts of kindness 💕 Cloud watching ☁️ Giving something my all💯 The tippytap of my dog’s paws as he comes to me when I call him 🐾❣️ Family!! 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 Fairytales about princesses and castles 🏰👑 Classic Disney movies °O° 📼 Waking up without an alarm ⏰ 🌅 Selfies when I’m really feeling myself 🤳🏻 Coffee ☕️ enjoying that first cup in the morning :) Meeting up with friends 👭 Getting stronger 🏋🏼‍♀️ (physically or mentallyyy)❗️ Proving my resilience ⬇️🆙 Beer with friends after a long week 🗓🍻 Going on a trip ✈️ Pretty bows 🎀 (and other accessories) 💍 Smiling for no particular reason 😃 Roller coasters!🎢 the anticipation at the top! Fruit salad 🍒🥝🍍🍎🍉🍇🍐🍌 When it all comes together like a puzzle 🧩 Old school video games 🎮 Leaving love notes (or any notes!) 💌 Gettingggg love notes (or any notes!) 📬 Good news in the paper 📰 Enjoying nature 🏔🏕 Karaoke 🎤 Flowers on a spring day 🌷🌻🌺🌿🌸 Cookies and milk 🍪🥛 The smell of rain/ thunderstorms ⛈⚡️ Balloons 🎈 Tea 🍵 with honey 🍯 Binge watching a good show on Netflix/Hulu 🖥 Tropical vacations 🏝 The smell of mom baking apple pie on a fall morning 🍎 🥧 The sun, rising every day 🌅 A fresh notebook waiting to be filled 📓 Cute puppies 🐶 Cute cats 🐱 My favorite music 🎼 🎶🎵 A stack of books waiting to be read 📚 Seeing a rainbow 🌈 Photography that captures feelings 📸 Improving myself 📈 The sun coming out 🌥⛅️🌤☀️ Fireworks 🎆🎇 Cosmic phenomena 🌙💫 -notice the miracles Getting a good night’s sleep 💤😴 City skylines 🌇 🌃 Office supplies 📎✏️ 📋 Magic✨/ unicorns 🦄 / etc 🌟 Being alive!! 🌎 appreciate that 👈🏻 Shooting for the moon 🚀 🌕 Hot chocolate 🍫 on a cold winter day ❄️ Making someone happy 😃 Deep conversations 🗣 with close friends 👥 My perfect nephew 👶🏼 Learning something new about science 🧬 Comfy pajamas ✔️ Jeans that fit just right 👖 Frantically writing ✍🏻 getting ideas💡 on paper Pride 🏳️‍🌈 for whatever I am Connecting w people I love on social media 💻📱 Self-care 🕯 🧼🛁🧖🏻‍♀️ Really appreciating stars 🌟 in the night sky 🌌 Good fortune 🔮 Getting into a video game 🎮 (or watching one) Shopping sprees! 🛍 Fall 🍁🍂🌾🌼 bonfires 🔥 Achieving something to be proud of 🎓 A big paycheck 💵 Late night car rides🚙 with Andrew🥰 singing🎶 Funny memes 😂 The incredibleee excitement the night before a Disney trip 🔜 Waking up on Christmas morning 🎄🎁 Feeling lucky 🍀 Winning something 🎰 Classical music that brings back memories 🎻 When things fit together perfectly 🔐 Making art 👩🏻‍🎨🖍🖌🖊 Appreciating all the world’s differences 🗺 Becoming the best version of me 🏆 Learning 👩🏻‍🎓 Books 📖 & how so many of them exist📚 Making wishes 🧞‍♀️🧞‍♂️✨ Things that comfort me 🧸 🐘 (my stuffed elly!) My favorite perfume 🥰 The first snow ⛄️ of the season 🗓 [peaceful!] Singing in the rain ☔️ Checking something off my to do list ☑️ Tattoos 🌀 Ice cream (size congruent with my mood) 🍦 Parties 🥳 Quiet mornings 🔇 Crocheting someone a hat 🧶 Ska shows 🏁 Facing fears 🕸 My infinite internal power ♾ 💥 The journey 🛤 Climbing into bed feeling accomplished after a long day 🛏 A new haircut (or color!) 🆕👱🏻‍♀️💙 Reliving memories 💭 / looking through keepsakes 🎟🎫 Being the perfect amount of energetic🔋 Finding light in the darkness 🔦 When good things fall apart but better things fall together 💔➡️❤️ Counting down on New Year’s Eve just like the entire rest of the world 🎆🎇 Making someone proud (even if it’s myself)☺️ Late night adventures 🌙 The fact that I kicked the fucking shit out of anorexia once and I can fucking do it again 🍽

#happy things #be happy #reasons to be happy #happiness #smile #ideas #mental health #positive #optimism #positive attitude #affirmations #positive affirmations #the little things #good things #good #happy #appreciation

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patchworkofstars · 5 years

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Synopsis: Patton is aromantic, and that's more than okay.

Word Count: 843

Warnings: There’s a paragraph about food, but it’s all in one place so you can skip it if you need to.

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Patton loves his friends. He loves them so much he feels he could almost burst from the overwhelming emotions. From that happiness that bubbles up in his chest and warms his soul whenever he meets one of them after too long spent apart, or when they surprise him with a tight hug. Or when they're all together, playing games, watching movies, or simply enjoying each other's company, and he looks around and feels his heart swell with joy at just spending time with them.

And so what if the love he feels is never romantic? If he doesn’t even know how romantic love would feel? He has no need for romantic love, not when his platonic love for them all runs so deep and so true.

Patton finds so much in the world to love, in so many different ways. He loves the way puppies wriggle gleefully when he rubs their bellies, and the way their tails wag their whole bodies with enthusiasm. The way their ears flap when they run fast, and the way they leap and bounce with excitement when they play. Really, he loves everything there is about puppies.

And then there are cats! With their velvet-soft fur and the contented motor sound of their purring. To Patton, the chance to make a cat happy will always be worth the sniffles and itchy eyes his allergy brings.

He loves the blue of the sky on a clear day and the soft warmth of sunshine on his skin. Long walks ending in picnics, or lazy days spent relaxing on the beach. Gardening, and then enjoying a cool drink among the bright colours and fragrances of the flowers.

But he also loves the rain! The sound of it drumming against the windows when he’s safe and warm inside, and the freshness of the air after a storm. The way each leaf sparkles with droplets, and the radiant colours of the rainbow.

When he gets to experience winter beyond Florida’s warm borders, he relishes the crunch of fresh snow under his boots and the fluffiness of it in his hands. The glint of sunlight on icicles, and the cosiness of fuzzy winter sweaters and curling up near an open fire as the early darkness falls outside.

And then there’s food! So many favourite flavours that make him fall in love with every mouthful. Cakes and cookies: chocolate chip, triple chocolate, red velvet, and even the oatmeal raisin cookies that Roman refuses to touch. And as if all the sweet delights weren’t enough to satisfy him, there are so many savoury ones to enjoy! The tang of pizza, hot or cold, and the soft-firmness of pasta seasoned with a love that doesn’t need romance to make it taste delicious.

But most of all, more than anything else in the whole world, Patton loves his famILY. He loves the way Logan’s eyes light up when he gets to share information on a topic he’s passionate about. The way he fiddles with his necktie when he’s flustered, and his hesitant, awkward, yet heartfelt apologies when he realises he’s unintentionally hurt someone’s feelings. The thought he puts into gifts for them when words alone cease to be enough.

Patton loves Virgil’s small, amused smiles when he thinks that no one’s watching, and those rare but precious laughs he can’t quite manage to suppress – especially when they’re at one of Patton’s jokes. And he loves the deep and genuine caring Virgil shows in his own subtle ways, and his determination to protect them all even at his own expense.

And then, of course, there's Roman. Roman with his boldness, his loud gestures, his dramatic flair and theatricality that liven up every conversation. But also those softer, quieter moments when he ceases to be Roman-the-prince, or Roman-the-actor, and becomes simply Roman-the-friend. Patton loves his big dreams and his big heart, his passion and his devotion.

And as for Thomas… Patton feels so proud of him every day, a father’s pride in one he has watched grow and blossom since the day he was born. Patton sees how hard he tries, how much he cares for his fans and his abiding devotion to each one of his many friends. Of course he loves Thomas, how could he not? As a father, as a friend, and as his own emotional heart. A love beyond words.

Patton is aromantic, but every day he falls in his own kind of love with the sunrise or the sunset, with the music of his favourite TV show or the colours of his favourite clothes. With Roman’s swirling cursive and the timbre of his voice. With the steady rhythm of Logan’s typing and his unconscious murmuring of facts as he works. With Virgil’s soft humming, his sweater paws, and his inner strength. Patton watches over them all with a soft smile and a platonic love strong enough to conquer even the melancholy feelings that life still brings him sometimes.

Patton is aromantic, and with his heart overflowing with so much love, he will always be complete.

@metaphoricalpluto2 @the-awesome-mitchie @uwillbeefoundtonight @virgilssweaterpaws @bi-one @existential-extrovert @monstercupcake61176 @vrexemi @musikasworld @softestlittlepuffball @the-prince-and-the-emo @evilmuffin @xxladystarlightxx @suyun-doo @pearls-of-patton @patton-in-name @shesavampirequeen @fandersfic-patton

#patton sanders #sanders sides #platonic lamp #sanders sides headcanon #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #aro #aromantic #pride #patchwork fic #patchwork moodboard

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i-think-2-much · 5 years

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Stupid things Voltron has done on national TV

These were popular with the Batfam, so I decided to have some fun...

Lance: called Keith gay. Keith didn’t realize that Lance didn’t know he was gay. This resulted in Keith making a gay joke and causing Lance to PANIC

Keith:accidentally called the Blade of Marmora “BOM” during an interview and people thought he had actually brought a BOMB and couldn’t spell

Hunk: this isn’t a stupid thing but he would 100% go on one of those cooking shows and CREAM everywhere (pun unintended for once)

Pidge:said “what the Garrison doesn’t know won’t hurt them” before realizing that Iverson was just right behind the camera

Allura: asked what communism was

Coran: Coran doesn’t do stupid things really... but someone totally taught him a fort night dance that he did on national TV

Shiro: showed up to a talk show wearing a rainbow/pride suit

Lance/Allura: Lance convinced Allura that when speaking politely to an earthen, they were supposed to address them as,”Dawg” and “homie”, which resulted in Allura calling Iverson “homedawg” while talking in her most diplomatic voice

Keith: accidentally walked through a metal detector wearing full paladin armor and carrying his knife.

Pidge: realized the answer to one of her problems in the middle of an interview and ran off to go deal with it before she forgot. She just left everyone there

Hunk: brought cookies to an interview as a thank you. Even made sure all of the camera men got their cookies

Shiro: his arm started malfunctioning and began to casually float around the entire set and they couldn’t do anything about it

Lance: called Keith’s dad a furry

Keith: told Lance that he had a pimple, and after Lance ran out of the frame to go check for himself, whispered to the camera,”He doesn’t actually. I’m just mad at him.”

Pidge:laughed impishly as people argued what her pronouns were and refused to elaborate (earth was very confused after the whole Pidge/Katie incident)

Hunk:mentioned Kaltenecker, which resulted in a fifteen minute explanation on how the Voltron team got a cow

Keith: went into a 10 minute rant about how stressful the Galra government is

Lance: recited two Dr. Seuss books from memory

Shiro: got his hand stuck somewhere and just went to the interview without it

Keith/Lance: Hair/make-up/clothing competition where they did everything themselves (Lance was taught by sisters, Keith by foster sisters). Keith had a killer cat eye. Lance contour was on pointe

Pidge: had one of those puppy interviews and just completely lost her mind over the dogs and started crying at one point because they were so cute

Allura: found out that Earth had over 100 languages and just sorta... shut down

#on national TV #funny #voltron #headcanon #headcanons #keith kogane #lance mclain #shiro #takashi shirogane #hunk garett #pidge gunderson #katie holt #allura #coran #vld #defenders of the universe

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omegaqueencas · 7 years

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Wincest Love Week Day Five: Going to a Pride Parade

This one is shorter. And honestly? I don’t even know what happened here. It was supposed to be more cracky and funny, then… this. I like it. I hope you do too. I can’t believe I only have two more of these to send to you!!! Also, I can’t wait to come off anon, I have enjoyed stalking your blog this week.

They didn’t talk about their sexuality. Especially Dean. They knew they had holes and pegs and made things work with others that had pegs and holes. They’ve been with their share of women, and men, and Sam knew that Dean went home with that one trans woman once even if Dean was unaware that Sam knew. It was never a big deal.

So it caught Sam off guard when his brother asked him if he wanted to go to the local Pride Parade. It was the middle of June and hot. Sam really wasn’t up for it. But honestly? This was Dean asking. If it were anyone else Sam may have declined. But Dean never asked for anything like this from Sam. Other things, sure. Pie, bacon cheeseburgers, a blow job, more bullets. So it caught Sam off guard.

He grinned wide at Dean and agreed. Until the day came and Dean told him that he already had their outfits.

Sam was not so sure about this when Dean held up two pairs of the shortest chevron patterned rainbow spandex shorts that Sam had ever seen.

“Uh, no, Dean. Absolutely not.” Sam said turning to walk away from his brother who had clearly lost his mind.

Dean ran in front of him and stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Come on, Sam. You promised.”

“Dean, I did not promise to wear a tiny piece of stretchy fabric in front of hundreds of people.” Sam was trying to relay his annoyance at the idea without upsetting Dean. He knew if he said the wrong thing that Dean would elect not to go. Obviously Dean wanted to go bad enough to actually ask Sam to go.

“Sam. Come on, get in the spirit. Show off that amazing body.” Dean wagged his eyebrows at Sam and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Dean, I don’t know.” Dean attempted to give him puppy dog eyes but they both knew it wasn’t working. “We’d look like twins.”

“No, Sammy. That is where you are wrong. We won’t look like twins hell we won’t even look like brothers because out there, where no one knows us, where we can openly show our affection and celebrate? We are boyfriends. Or husbands if anyone really wants to push the issue.” There was a glint in Dean’s eye that Sam couldn’t ignore, an even bigger flip in his stomach at the word husbands. Something that they would never legally be able to do. It had him reaching out for the pair of spandex shorts that Dean was offering to him.

That was how Sam found himself on the side of a road being hauled up by Dean onto a float with a bunch of Drag Queens, body covered in rainbow glitter and sweat, dancing with (or more like grinding against) Dean while they traveled down the road in the parade in only a pair of short rainbow spandex shorts.

He had the time of his life that day. Openly showing Dean affection, being groped out in public more than a dozen times by his brother. Or his husband as far as anyone else was concerned. Sam made it clear to Dean that was what they would tell others. Much to his surprise Dean was able to produce a matching set of rings that fit perfectly for both of them. For the rouse, Sammy.

If neither of them took them off after that day, well, Dean was practical, he made sure they were made of pure silver so they came in handy with hunting.

Sam would never forget their first Pride Parade together.

holy fucking shIT ANON THIS IS SO GORGEOUS AND WONDERFUL AND I MIGHT HAVE SHED A TEAR (in all honesty I think I’m PMSing but who cares? it was beautiful nonetheless) omg omg I want to see them in this spandex short so badly sOMEONE DRAW THIS PLS AND THANK.

also, you deserve bonus hugs and cookies for writing that Dean had sex with a trans woman because I L O V E trans people and I screamed here when I read it and I love it.

and yesss please come off anon at the end of the week and let’s be bffs tbh because I’m loving everything you’re writing me and everything you’re putting into these ficlets. come love me at the end of the week ♥♥♥

#wincest love week #wincest #presents #also i'm sorry it took me a long time to reply to this #i'm getting better of my cold but i've been sleeping a lot still lol #submission

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luciferneedsconsent-blog · 7 years

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Destiel Christmas AU

Characters: [Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Sam Winchester {mentioned}]

Word Count: 1971

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: PG

Type: Fluff//Drabble

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So Castiel wasn't the cleanest roommate. But he was small and cute, and he easily had Dean wrapped around his little finger. It was almost as if he had ‘SUCKER' written on his forehead, and in the fine print it would read ‘for Castiel Novak only.’

Castiel's name was a household term to the Winchester brothers. His infamous ideas constantly got them into trouble. Sam would always raise his eyebrows towards Dean when Cass would visit with him and have “An epiphany, Dean!” And all it would take to make the older Winchester give in would be the famous grin and bug eyes from the smaller male. It drove Dean insane. Cass knew he was cute. It wasn't a secret. And more importantly, he could read the fine print of Dean's invisible SUCKER tattoo on his forehead.

To be fair, however, Dean wasn't the best at keeping his crush a secret. He would always steal glances at Castiel and get caught in some sort of trance. His heart would freeze and go a thousand miles an hour whenever Cass would hold his gaze. And the way Cass would lick his lips and look Dean's body over slowly-well, that was cruel. Not to mention all of the ‘accidental' touches Castiel would just-so-happen to graze across Dean's skin whenever he walked by. And yes, it was always on skin. Cass made sure of it. Even the ghosting of Castiel's movements around Dean's body was enough to send shivers down his spine, and fire coursing through his bones.

Enter now, a crisp December evening, while gentle snowflakes floated against the windowsill. Dean and Castiel were intertwined on their sofa underneath a thick, wool blanket. Castiel was positioned between Dean's legs with his back pressing against Dean's chest. Dean was propped against the armrest of the sofa, his arms lazily wrapped around Castiel's waist while his face was nuzzled into the smaller man's neck. Somehow, Castiel had managed to get Dean to wear an ugly Christmas sweater. It was red with a white and grey etched Grumpy Cat in the middle. It had ‘Meowy Christmas' stitched in white, and Castiel decided to add his own ‘personal touch' by stitching a Rudolph nose over Grumpy Cat’s and some Christmas lights. Needless to say, Dean would be caught dead wearing it in public. On the other hand, Castiel was wearing a ridiculously bright green Christmas sweater. It had red reindeer lining it, with snowflakes separating each row of the deer. Some white and silver pom poms were placed around the sweater as well, possibly supposed to be snowballs. Dean didn't know. Not to mention, Cass had on an elf hat (complete with the ears), and managed to get Dean to wear a Santa one. They were cuddled in front of the television, watching a rerun of It's Christmas Charlie Brown! while a fire cracked beneath the screen. The room smelled of fresh pine, since Castiel insisted that they have a tree in their small room. It had been decorated in blue and silver tinsel with an assortment of glass ornaments. It also had rainbow lights since, “Rainbows make everything better, Dean. It's been scientifically proven!”

“Yeah? By who?”

“By me.”

“Well then, guess I can't argue with that logic.”

“You really can't!”

Dean was listening to the movie while it played on the screen. He was much too focused on taking in Castiel's scent of gingerbread cologne. He didn't even know gingerbread cologne existed. Regardless, the scene might have seen a bit too intimate, but the heater was broken (it really wasn't, Dean just turned the dial all the way down and insisted they cuddle “For survival , Cass”). It was the least they could do, right? Whilst Dean accidentally-on-purpose lightly left kisses on Castiel's neck, Castiel was editing on his computer. He had gotten Dean to film ‘ A Night Before Christmas ' with him so he could send it to his family as a Christmas gift. They made a rather incredible acting duo. If however, incredible meant disastrous. The pair had printed out copies of the story and made their own cardboard set to act around. Since they couldn't quite remember everything, they made cue cards to help them with their stage directions so they would know where to be when said line was read. Which, of course, explains the fancy sweaters. They needed costumes, and it was as close as they could get. Dean wouldn't have done it if it weren't for the asker being Castiel; but at the end of it all, he thought he was a kick-ass Saint Nicholas (and about eight cardboard reindeer-what? Cass gave him puppy-dog eyes and a lip quiver. What was he supposed to do? Turn him down!? Absolutely not). During the middle of Castiel's editing process, his stomach had emitted a low growl. Dean smiled into Cass' neck when he heard it, the vibrations had rattled against his own body as well.

“I think someone's hungry.” Dean teased, lifting his nose from Castiel's gingerbread skin.

Cass saved his document and closed the lid to his laptop. He removed his headphones from his ears and shifted the machine to rest on the coffee table. “I can't work on an empty stomach.” he stated. Why couldn't he just say he was hungry? Don't dodge the statement, gosh. Castiel pulled the blanket off of their bodies, making them shiver. He slipped his feet into a pair of bee slippers while Dean stood up. Dean wasn't going to just bare the cold. And he especially was not going to let Castiel do it either. Being the noble Winchester, he tugged Cass back by his wrist and wrapped the blanket around their cold bodies. They weren't wearing pants, only fuzzy socks to keep their toes warm. The blanket was needed.

“Dean…” Castiel hummed. Dean had wrapped an arm around his waist as they carefully sauntered into the kitchen.

“Mhm?” Dean responded, hot breath panting onto Cass' rosy cheek.

“What're you doing?”

“Keeping you warm.”

“It's not that cold.”

“Baby, it's cold outside.”

“We can use the oven to heat the kitchen.”

“Baby, it's cold outside.”

“That's why I'm staying in.”

“Mind if I move in closer?”

“You're already in my personal space.”

“At least I can say that I tried.”

“Are you hitting on me?”

“What's the sense in hurting my pride?”

“Well if you don't ask, there's no way of getting an answer.” Castiel pointed out with a smirk. Dean froze, figuratively of course, and Castiel stepped into the kitchen. After he recomposed himself, he followed into the kitchen after Castiel, who was pulling numerous bags and packages out of the pantry and refrigerator. Dean leaned against the doorframe as he watched Castiel finish putting everything on the counter.

“Heya!” Cass grinned.

“That's it?” Dean questioned. Castiel ripped open a bag of flour and poured some into a bowl.

“That's what?” He asked innocently, cracking two eggs in the bowl as well.

“‘ If you don't ask there's no way of getting an answer .’” Dean mimicked, watching Castiel with a raised eyebrow.

Cass poured some milk and sugar into the bowl and grabbed a whisk with a blush. “It's not like what I said was a lie.”

Dean took a step closer. Cass blushed harder and looked away as he ripped open a bag of chocolate chips.

“Cass?”

“Hmm?”

Dean was now standing right next to him. “What did you mean by that?” his voice was low.

Castiel squirmed beneath his breath. Dean took this as his chance to put an arm around him. “C-ould you whisk the chocolate chips in? I'm not strong enough to mix it all in completely.”

Dean didn't hesitate to push Castiel into a corner. “What did you mean by that?” he repeated.

Castiel bowed his head sheepishly, trying to hide the profound blush that had now spread from his cheeks to his entire face. “I just-uhm…” Cass paused to clear his throat. Dean's eyes scanned over Castiel's movements carefully. “I've been waiting for you to ask me out.” He barely managed to squeak. Dean froze once more. His eyes darted to anywhere besides Castiel, who was now scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Oh..” was all that Dean could conjure to speak. He definitely didn't expect to hear that. Castiel bit his lip. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything I thought you were-” Cass' sentence was cut short by Dean's index finger tilting his chin up so they could stare into each other's eyes. Now it was Dean's turn to smirk. Castiel squirmed underneath his now loving gaze. “I am.” Dean responded, answering the question. Castiel smiled in relief, standing up on the tips of his toes to lean in and close the gap between them.

“So would you like-”

Dean nodded, leaning his head in to be closer to Cass'. Their noses were just barely touching. Cass decided that he should make the final move, and was met by a snowball of flour being squished against his mouth and a smirk to rival his own.

“Dean!”

Dean giggled and pulled apart from him.

“We were having a moment!”

More giggles.

Castiel stomped over to Dean, who was now mixing the ingredients in the bowl.

“That wasn't fair!” he argued.

“Neither was leading me on for months and months knowing damn well that I liked you.” Castiel blushed profoundly.

“I didn't.” he bowed his head.

“And by the way your head moved like that, I know that that's a damn lie.”

Castiel blushed more and Dean grabbed a cookie sheet and spread some aluminum foil over it. Cass rolled the dough into balls and placed them evenly onto the sheet before slipping them into the already preheated oven.

“Soooo..” Castiel hummed once they were in, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“So.” Dean repeated, stretching his arms so that his palms rested on the counter. Castiel took a cautious step towards him, an innocent smile on his lips. Dean watched Castiel step towards him, and smiled down at his roommate, who was now wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist.

“So I was thinking…”

“-Well that’s not a good thing.” Dean joked, earning a nudge.

“I was thinking that since we already like each other we should probably-”

“-Be boyfriends? I agree.” Dean smiled down at Castiel, who was returning the same smile, cheeks rosy as ever.

“I was going to suggest going on a date.”

“Dude, we were just cuddling on the sofa. I think we’re way past dating.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “Well if this makes us boyfriends, I think we should seal our relationship with a kiss.”

Dean pursed his lips as he pretended to consider the option. When he deemed it a good idea, he grinned. “Come here then.” He blushed.

Castiel leaned into Dean, and soon threw a flour snowball against his lips just as he had done previously.

“Cass! -oh you’re definitely getting it!” Castiel tried to run away, but Dean had quickly grabbed him by the waist and spun him around so that his back was pressed against the wall.

Castiel squirmed beneath him, but Dean didn’t let him go. He kept Cass in the corner while he grabbed the bag of flour and poured it over Castiel’s head.

A few minutes later, and both of the men were covered head to foot in flour. Along with their skin, the cupboards, floor, and practically the whole entire kitchen was now decorated in flour. Dean was now laying on the floor with Castiel on top of him, almost as if he were a mattress. Cass had his arms wrapped around Dean’s neck, and Dean had his hands resting softly on Castiel’s sides. Their eyes were closed, and their lips were moving softly against each other. Christmas was pretty good with Cass

#luciferneedsconsentfanfics #Destiel #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural

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