#study blues

A/N: hi it's been forever I'm aware (this is the busiest I've been in my fucking life goddamn) but here's a little destiel college au fluff to celebrate me finishing a huge project a.k.a. I need me a man like cas lol. ... Cas, nose deep in a novel, barely noticed the silence that ebbed into the room. The past 4 hours had been a quiet chorus of keys tapping, complemented by the occasional page turn. "Oh my god." Dean's whisper cut through the newfound silence. "What?" Cas closed his book, straightening up on the bed. "It's done." Dean cleared his throat. "I mean. I think it's done. I'll probably look it over one more time before I submit this but... I finally finished it." He turned to face Cas, his eyes tired with a small gleam of relief. Cas smirked. "Well, you know what that means." Dean narrowed his eyes at him. Cas patted on the bed next to him, setting his book on the night stand. Dean hesitated a moment before getting up and moving to the bed. "What?" "Come on." Cas smiled. He scooted over and gestured for Dean to lay down. "I think you deserve a reward." Dean fought the blush rising to his cheeks, unsure exactly of Castiel's intention. Cas leaned over his resting body, eying Dean up and down before cracking his knuckles. "You know, I haven't seen you smile once since you've been working on that awful project." "What can I say, it's a pain in the ass. It's tedious. It's not even required for my job, just school." He groaned. A moment later he caught on to Cas' wording. "Hey, wait a sec..." Cas stretched a leg over Dean's waist, wiggling his fingers tauntingly. "We both know you will be much happier in a few minutes. I just want to see you genuinely happy." He replied innocently. Dean curled his hands into fists on the blankets, wadding them up in anticipation. Cas was such a tease and knew him too damn well. He hated and loved it. "Where should we start, hmm? This is a reward for all your hard work, after all. Any preferences?" Dean huffed out a laugh, leaning his face into his shoulder. "No? I guess I'll just find somewhere and see where it takes us." Cas smirked, slowly lowering his hands toward Dean's middle. The thin t-shirt did little to protect him when soft fingers descended, lightly scratching and playing over the soft fabric. Dean bit his lip, already squirming. "Yohohou're the worst." He giggled. "I know you mean best." Cas snickered, leaning down to press a kiss to Dean's red cheek. Without much warning, he picked up the pace, growing impatient and wanting to see Dean happy and bubbly again. They both needed to de-stress. "Ohmygohohod!" Dean squeaked, kicking his feet against the mattress as fingers scribbled along his stomach and lower ribs. A few squeezes to his sides brought nearly undeniable urges to jerk his arms down against him for protection. Cas slid a hand under Dean's shirt and he was lost. Giggling, light laughter that hadn't been heard from Dean in weeks filled the room, an intoxicating sound. Cas hummed along, reaching one hand up to sneak a few tickles under Dean's arm and around his neck, which he squirmed at. "Ahahaha Cas! Yohohohou-" Dean whined on principle, not because he didn't love it just as much as Cas enjoyed dishing it out. "You're so cute when you're flustered." Cas pressed another kiss to Dean's forehead. "And when you laugh. And when you giggle." "Shuhuhut up." Dean snorted. Cas only kept it up for a few more minutes before collapsing down next to Dean, a smile on both of their faces. "Feeling less stressed?" "Definitely. Well, mostly. I'm still gonna be nervous until it's submitted I guess." Dean chuckled. "I'm sure you're gonna do great with the project. If you want I can peer review a little for you, just double check for any last minute mistakes?" "I would love that." Dean replied as he pulled Cas closer to him.

I hope all of you guys are having a super awesome, relaxing Sunday!

It’s a wonderful time to start learning Welsh! Woohoo!

since i missed last class i missed the explanation of whats on todays test and from the powerpoints we are only up to ch. 4 in class. but according to our syllabus we are suppose to be about 5 chapters ahead. i really hope my teacher is one of those, "oh we only made it here so thats what in the test" and not the "well u were suppose to be reading up to here so even though we didnt cover it you'll be tested on it". like we're literally 5 chapters behind in the lectures, if my teacher is the latter i'll be so screwed.

A sigh escaped Jiwon's lips, practically throwing her backpack on her sore shoulders. It had been a long day for her, with her lacrosse practice earlier during the day and track meet right after. However, she couldn't bail out on her friend, Xue Fu, more commonly known as Puff around campus. The two met during their first semester in a common class but for this time around, they had no classes together anymore. However, she was taking Korean History as of the moment, a subject she highly excelled in and she poorly failed at. It wasn't as if she didn't study because it definitely wasn't that, more so that the language barrier was tough to break through.  Pulling her long dark hair into a messy ponytail, her eyes searched Verte cafe, attentively looking for the familiar short haired girl. She rolled her eyes when she found her slumped into the corner, a blanket snugly wrapped around her shoulders. Marching forward where she sat, Jiwon couldn't help but think, did this girl come here to study or to sleep?