Harry is in love with Louis , Louis is in love with Harry . Harry likes tattooes and boxing , Louis likes flowercrowns and cuddles . Harry found out about Louis' past , and is willing to give him everything he needs ; kisses , cuddles , hugs , tickles . And mostly , Love . Louis is a shy , adorable boy who gets insecure around people . But Harry is always there , to tell him how beautiful he is and how much he loves him . Something about their relationship makes Louis feel like it's all a dream , but it's all reality . And he's grateful . (Or in which Louis is the adorable flowerchild and Harry is his overprotective , gentleman boyfriend)

Blazers, polos, plaid shirts, varsity jackets, and red pants... all because of one little dare, a bag of carrots, and a kiss. «»«»«» Written By : @lillybird10 (Kat) Cover By : @lillybird10 (me!) [Don't take this story seriously. It's not supposed to be realistic. Also please ignore typos. I don't have time to go back and edit them all. Sorry.]

One shots from my story Like and Sub. This will include many different time periods from when Cas and Dean first met to years with Mary. I hope you all enjoy.

No this is not my story, it belongs to standbyme and gabriel. What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Dean Winchester is a famous YouTube star. Castiel is a history teacher at the local high school. Many of Cas' students fawn over Dean, or as they know him, Dean Zepplin. But none of them know their own teacher is married to the celebrity they are all madly in love with. Although tough times will come, but they will pull through and be as strong as ever.

"They still write poems about you, you know?" He looked at me strangely, "Why?" I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those." He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a moment." - last night, I dreamed of Icarus laughing Warning ⚠️ : This story contains swearing, indications of assault, mature content and serious Harry feels. Read at your own discretion.