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Countdown to Christmas with BanG Dream! Day 8: Himari

Ahh I love Himari so much!! Sorry I’ve been feeling so uninspired, no promises but when I’m feeling better I might come back and redo this because Himari deserves the world!! Anyway thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy~

“It’s ready!” Himari called from the kitchen. She made her way back to the living room with two drinks in her hands, and carefully handed them both to you before she sat down, pulling the blanket back up around her shoulders before taking one of the mugs back. “It’s really hot, so you need to be careful when you drink it, but I put pretty much all the chocolate we had in there, so I hope you like it!” She looked at you expectantly, her eyes glowing, so you slowly raised it to your lips and took a sip.

“Ohhh my gmm,” you moaned into the cup, immediately taking a bigger sip. “It’s so good,” you said, licking your lips. Himari’s face lit up, obviously proud of herself, and you smiled.

“I’m glad you like it!” she giggled, settling herself down on the floor next to you. You and Himari had pushed the couch around so you could lean on it as you sat in front of the fire. Soft music played in the background, and once Himari had gotten comfy, you gave her the other cup of cocoa.

“Mmmm, you’re so comfy~” Himari said as she snuggled further into your side.

“Thanks, I guess,” you snorted, readjusting your arm around her to get more comfortable yourself. It was a picturesque scene, the two lovebirds cuddled up together in front of the fireplace in Himari’s living room, a fluffy comforter draped over you, keeping you nice and toasty in tandem with the fire. Himari was being extra clingy today, not that you didn’t appreciate it.

“I’m glad we finally got an evening to ourselves, sorry we’ve been practicing so hard, it’s just the concert is coming up and Tsugu’s been nervous, so we’re all putting in 200% effort to try to help her feel better,” Himari said, then took a sip of her drink.

You shook your head, telling her that it was okay.

“It’s just that I’m tired of carrying my base with me to school everyday, since it’s such a hassle to go back home and get it when we’re going to practice right after, and…”

You smiled as she rattled on complaints, hugging her to your side a little tighter. She complained a lot, sure, but at the end of it all you knew it was really because she cared so deeply for her friends and for you. This time, she didn’t complain for very long, instead merging into a story of something Ran did at practice.

“Yeah, and she went to hit Moca, but she accidentally almost dropped her guitar like - ah!”

You jumped when Himari yelped, and then again when you saw the hot chocolate dripping out of Himari’s cup that she had dropped onto the blanket.

“Oh, no! Quick, don’t let it drip on you, I’ll get some towels!” Himari got up in a hurry and ran off to get something to clean it up with. You laughed as you gathered up the comforter. Luckily it was thick enough that it hadn’t dripped onto you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! Just throw that in the washing machine, oh my goodness, I’m such a mess,” Himari apologized and laughed as she dropped down with some towels to soak up the liquid.

Sure, hun!(sorry for taking so long!)

Here it goes:

"Cas?" She screamed "Cas?!" She scremed again, louder this time. The girl looked at her hands, covered in blood, trying to make some pressure over Catsiel's wound."C'mon Aerin! DO SOMETHING!" Dean urged, looking at the vanishing expression on the angel's face."I... I can't!" The girl cried, looking helplessly at Cas."What d'you mean you can't?!" Shouted the older of the Winchesters "You're an angel!"The girl looked at him with empty eyes and cheeks covered in tears "I'm broken, Dean! The fell hurt us all! And even if I wasn't... This was made with an angel blade... I-I..." Her voice was shaky and her throat dry.Suddenly, a hand touched her cheek."It's ok, sister. I've accepted my fate already" She looked at him in silence, tears running down her face."You can't be serious!" Dean said, trying to swallow but almost choking."Dean, please don't... Just..." The angel went silent for a little while and then tried to look at his right side "Is Sam alright?""Well, he better be!" Said Dean, looking at the point Castiel was trying to look at. Sam was lying there, on the floor, unconscious but harmless."Then it's alright" The angel said as he closed his eyes."Cas, no, please, no... CAS!" The angel girl cried, getting her face closer to Castiel's."Aerin..." He said in a low voice, only hearable to her. She repressed a little cry and closed her eyes, focusing only on the older angel's voice, trying to percieve every single one of its inflections. Castiel smiled when he noticed the attention she was paying to him. He liked her, she was still young, but she was brave and dedicated. He could trust her, he could ask one last thing to her...

"Please take good care of them"

(Sorry if this was too tragic T_T)

I'm SO SORRY for taking this long to answer. I just finished finals yesterday! But here's the Destiel fluff!

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"Come out!" Sam urged, as he tapped his knee with his fingers."I'm not really sure about all this" Castiel's voice came out from the dresser cubicle."It will be fine, I promise Cas!" Sam leaned forward and placed his elbows onto his knees, letting his head rest on his hands. He passed one hand over his hair and sighted, leaning back again "He'll love it. I swear it, Cas!" Sam stood up from his chair and walked directly to the dresser and pulled out the curtain "C'mon man, I- Wow..." Sam looked at the angel and smiled widely. "It's perfect""I think I might prefer wearing my trenchcoat again, and...""Cas, man, shut up. You're fine"The angel looked at Sam and shook his head with resignation. The Winchesters were the most stubborn men he had ever met.

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"Come in" Said Dean as he heard the soft knock over his bedroom door.The door opened slowly and Cas stepped in, with his sight fixed on his feet.Dean left the magazine he had been reading and turned his face to look at the angel."Cas, what the..." Dean's eyes widened as he looked at the clothes Cas was wearing. His tight jeans, his black AC/DC t-shirt and the leather jacket on top of it.Cas cheeks turned red instantly as he tried to close the jacket to hide the t-shirt, wishing the jacket was big enough to dig a hole on it and live there for the eternity."You don't like it" He mumbled, looking away and starting to take a few steps back from where he had came from. "I knew this was a bad idea, I don't know why I let him convince me otherwise, I..." Cas froze as Dean stood up from his bed and went directly towards him. Cas eyes opened wide and so did his mouth a little bit. He felt his heart was bumping with too much strength, making his chest hurt a little. But Dean didn't stopped at his side, he kept walking towards the door and Cas felt a sudden void filling his stomach. It wasn't that he didn't like the clothes, he hated them, obviously. It was a terrible idea and Dean was probably thinking that it was a total joke. "Dean, I..." He tried to say, but his throat was too dry for talking."I'm going to kill him, Cas. He crossed the line" Dean said, as he closed the door... With both of them inside the room."What do you... What..." Cas wasn't able to find a proper way to express the confusion that was taking over his head at that moment."Sammy is stupid" Dean continued, walking back to the place Cas was standing. "You don't need" Dean stopped just behind the angel and placed his hands over Cas' shoulders "any of this" He pulled down the leather jacket slowly, and Cas felt he was going to pass out right there "to impress me" The jacket fell and Dean proceeded to start pulling the t-shirt. "Cas, I like you" The angel let Dean took the t-shirt out, feeling how his body trembled as Dean's fingers brushed his sides. "just the way you are" Finished the freckled man, taking one of Cas' wrists and pulling from it to make the angel turn around.It took him several seconds to realize what Dean was trying to do, but the angel finally moved and faced the older of the Winchesters.Dean smiled to him and Cas felt the sudden heat on his face, making him feel dizzy."You look awesome just like this" Dean assured and then placed his hands onto Cas' hips.The angel automatically closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next, but unable to avoid the shiver traveling down his spine.Dean gave him a look for a few seconds and drew a little smile. He lift one of his hands and brushed Cas' cheek with the back of his fingers. The angel opened his a eyes a little bit, just enough to see the way Dean was getting closer and the way he closed his beautiful green eyes just before his lips touched his owns.

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Dude, look! Pie! Only finishing the ones in my ask now!Blacklist “XPromos” to avoid.

Sure, hun! And don't worry about making a mess with the other three messages, xD it's totally fine! It's fun for me! Hehehe.

It's a little long, so more under the cut.Here it goes!

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Dude, look! Pie! Only finishing the ones in my ask now!Blacklist “XPromos” to avoid.

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Dean wasn't really used to celebrate christmas. Growing up on the road didn't let much time for celebrations or holidays. His father work kept taking him and his brother all around the country and they never had a home to decorate and celebrate, so he just never had the tradition.

He had been away from the road for only a year now and it was his first Christmas at college. He had moved to a little flat with Sam, and he worked hard and balanced it with his studies to keep them both living there. Little Sammy was still at high school and Dean didn't let him work at all, because he had to focus on his studies. That's why all the weight was in Dean's shoulders and celebrations weren't something primary yet.

Sure, dear! Hope you like it ^^And thank you for asking for a story :3

I keep writing too much! D:So, more under the cut because I can't shut myself up T_T

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Harry hit the door with his hand open, every hit was harder than the last one."Let me in!" He shouted, trying to make himself audible over the uproar of thunders.Rain kept falling like the world was about to end that night, and Harry was soaked from his toes to his head.The young Gryffindor kept hitting the door of the Shrieking Shack, this time so hard that the door trembled dangerously."DRACO, LET ME IN!" He yelled, while he let his head go straight to the door, hurting himself. His glasses were about one inch to fell from his nose."C'mon..." He muttered, talking to himself, almost giving in on his try to getting into the shack. "I'm sorry Draco... I'm sorry..." He took his glasses off and passed the sleeve of his robe over his face, trying to dry it a little bit, but the robe was as wet as his face and everything around.He looked at the Shrieking Shack one more time and sighted, ready to leave with a dead weight on his stomach.But then, the door opened slowly.

Be hopeful on that. Maybe the guy was looking at you as you were sending me the message ;)

Oh, dear! More under the cut because I wrote too much! x_x

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The Freckled man:

The freckled guy sat down on his regular place and proceeded to wear his earphones. He looked at phone for a little while, but then left it on the table as he started to tap.Castiel noticed as soon as he entered the coffee shop, but tried to ignore the situation for a little while. That boy's presence was really welcomed, but it made him feel distracted and forgetful about the orders that clients placed.After about five minutes of ordering cups, the smell of burnt bread made him ran towards the little oven, trying to save the bread puffs he was heating just before the freckled guy entered his shop.He threw them to the garbage can with a sight and thanked that day weren't much clients around.He placed another three puffs on the oven and served a piece of pecan pie with a cup of the irish coffee the freckled guy liked so much.Before leaving the bar, he made sure to turn off the oven. Three more burnt puffs wouldn't be good for him.

The time seemed to slow down to almost zero as he walked towards the table. He had to many ideas in his head, too many hypothetical worlds and situations scrambling his brain and making him sick.The freckled guy was too handsome, too nice and too unreachable. Dreaming about him wouldn't change none of those things, but Castiel couldn't keep his mind shut and he felt his legs started to shake as he approached to his target.He tried to control himself, but suddenly he realized that time there was no book, no computer, no anything. Just the freckled guy phone and a hand tapping on the table. What if he was waiting for someone? That wouldn't be the first time the guy came here with a girl... Or a boy.

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There wasn’t the first time, off course. No one on Earth had died as many times as the Winchesters. However, that didn’t stop the feeling that it was the end of the world. Specially because this time, there was no chance of coming back, and they both knew it.It was too much for Dean to handle. First Cas went to Heaven with the rest of the angels, closing the gates with no return, and then Sam finished the stupid trials.There was no more demons, no more angels, no one to sell his soul to and no God to bring his brother back.

And Sam was getting worse and worse. No hospital could help him and no magic was enough to reverse the effect the the trials had on him. Apparently, Death had finally caught one of them.

"Dean, could you please stop?" The voice of his little brother interrupted his thoughts."Ah? What thing?" Dean asked, looking up just to see Sam lying in the bed, wrapped in a blanket and sweating because of the fever. He had to look back."That thing with your fingers on the table"Dean looked at his hand, only realizing now that he had been tapping with his fingers for about probably the past fifteen minutes."Ah, yeah, sure. Whatever you need, man" The older Winchester answered, as he put his hand inside his jacket’s pocket."Thank you" Sam muttered and closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep.Dean looked at him and felt his chest started to burn painfully. He wasn’t able to accept what was going on, he just didn’t think it was fair. His brother didn’t deserve that, the one that should’ve done the trials was him."It’s ok, Dean" Said Sam without opening his eyes, he probably felt the way Dean kept staring at him.Dean was surprised for a second, but then the confusion turned into anger."No, it’s not, Sammy!" He shouted "This should’ve never happened! Stupid trials that made this to you!" He stood up from his chair, almost knocking it down.Sam opened his eyes and gathered enough strength to sit down, looking at his brother."No, Dean. It’s ok. It’s only fair" He said calmly "I mean… We shut down Hell, dude! Off course there was going to be a price!" He explained, trying to sound confident and convincing about what he was saying."But not YOU!" Spitted Dean, punching the wall with his fist and hearing the crack of probably broken knuckles, but he didn’t even feel the pain.Sam looked at him with a sad smile, knowing how his brother was feeling at that moment. He felt sorry for Dean, not for himself. He was tired, he didn’t want to keep fighting. That sacrifice was necessary."Dean… Just…" Sam fixed his eyes onto his brother’s "Come here" He finished."Sam, we can’t. You’re not alright. I mean… I would kill you, man!" Dean said in a worried whisper, but his eyes recovered some of their light.Sam’s smile got wider."Hey, what could be better than die in your arms?" Sam asked as Dean walked slowly towards the bed, looking anxiously for his brother’s touch.

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Off course, sweetie! ^w^

July 25th, 1997. Ten months before the Battle of Hogwarts:

She remembered it pretty well.The first time she saw him, the look he gave to her and then the suddenly feeling of dizziness taking over her head.She also remembered the first time she tried to explain him how to do a spell without using words, and how frustrated he got. The way he pushed everything away and left the room, like a little kid disappointed of himself.She also remembered when he came to say "I'm sorry" in a voice so low that she almost didn't understand what he was trying to do.She also remembered the way everyone kept looking at him, like they were always expecting him to do something, to be someone, to act like he was supposed to. She remembered the way he kept walking past all those faces, the way he kept his cocky attitude and the way he dismissed the opinions he didn't like. She remembered thinking how incredibly arrogant the Slytherin boy was.But she also remembered the first time he broke in front of her. She remembered his tears and the look in his eyes. She remembered finally noticing all the pressure over his shoulders, the lost-puppy expression and the shaky voice as he repeated himself that he was better than that, the way he apologized to her over and over, assuring that she should had never saw him cry, because it was beneath him, he was stronger than that and he could handle things on his own. She remembered the fear in his eyes as he waited for her to say something, she knew he was afraid of disappointing her as well as he thought he was disappointing everyone else.She remembered opening her arms and wrapping the confused boy. She remembered the stiffness of his body and then the way he relaxed. She remembered his tears wetting her shoulders and his difficult breathing next to her ear.She remembered how later that night he laid his head on her lap, and played with the ends of her hair with a silent smile. She remembered the blush that covered her cheeks and the way he was looking so deep into her big bright blue eyes.

She also remembered that kiss and the way now her tears rode down her cheeks.She remembered the way he promised that things would be fine but that he had to leave.She remembered feeling the void in her chest and the pain in her heart. She remembered feeling somehow that her boy would never come back.

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