Here's the next little drabble. This was a request from a wonderful reader and I loveeee it. So here it is.

Title: Ink and Soil.

Dean Winchester owned his family flower shop. He'd worked there since he turned twelve and so had his younger brother Sam. When his dad died a couple of years back he left Dean the shop. The shop had been in business for more than thirty years and every couple of years whatever store was adjacent to his own would close because it would go out of business or the family who owned it would move.

Recently a tattoo parlor opened up there but Dean hadn't seen who the new owners were yet because he always got to work really early and the parlor hadn't officially opened yet. Dean drives to work every morning in his baby, then goes for a run, does a work out in the shop when he gets back and then showers at work.

As Dean was doing sit ups on the floor of the shop he got a peek through the side window in his shop to see someone moving around in the tattoo parlor. Every time he his face came level with his knees he could sort of catch a glimpse of somebody but he couldn't make out what they looked like exactly because he was on the ground.

Other than staying fit, loving his car, and keeping his shop in impeccable order, Dean was known for never shying away from a bet and always making good on bets that he lost. Currently Dean had a bet going with Sam about Garth, the delivery guy for Dean's shop.

Dean was sure that Garth could manage the big order for Mother's Day coming up, and Sam bet him that Garth would mess up at least two of the orders that Dean had put in for flower groupings. This time Sam wouldn't tell Dean what the wager was and Dean just couldn't turn it down. Dean walked into the main area of the shop after his shower, it was almost eight, when the store opened. He was towel drying his hair and Sam was leaning against the cash register.

"Why're you here?" Dean asked, setting his towel down and putting on his shirt.

Sam had a wicked grin on his face, "I'm here to see if Garth fucks up or not."

"You don't trust that I'd tell you?"

"Of course I trust you. I just wanna see your face when you lose."

Dean rolled his eyes and hung his damp towel up in the back room. Garth's truck showed up and Sam and Dean headed outside. Dean had ordered a large assortment of succulents, twelve dozen red roses, white, and pink, a dozen lilacs, two dozen daisies, and his regular order of seeds.

"Hiya Garth."

"Hey Dean, I got yer order in the back of the truck, oh hey Sam!" Garth said happily when he saw the younger Winchester.

"Hey Garth, how's it goin," Sam said with a smile and walked around the truck with Dean and Garth.

"Pretty good Sam," Garth replied with a goofy smile, "So I got the seeds here and I got the roses—"

"Garth," Dean sighed rubbing his nose, "I ordered red, pink and white roses, and you gave me all pink ones. Those are also not daisies, those are daffodils."

"Oh man," Garth face palmed, I'm so sorry Dean. I can give you what I got right and I promise I'll fix it."

Dean nodded and was trying to ignore Sam who was trying much too hard to stop himself from laughing. "Yeah Garth, just try to get back here quick okay? Mother's day is next weekend."

Garth got into the truck in a hurry and gave Dean a timid wave as he drove away. Dean turned around to see Sam looking at him.

"Stop starin' at me and say it." Dean grumbled, "What is it? What's the wager?"

Sam smiled again, "Get a tattoo."

Dean took a doubled take, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Dean." Sam said seriously, "Listen, not only have you always wanted to get a tattoo for mom, but it'll help you overcome your fear of needles."

"I am not afraid of needles, Sammy."

"When was the last time you got a flu shot?"

They were back in the shop and Dean was doing whatever needed to be done for the flowers.

"I don't get sick," he said bluntly, "and I don't like needles, it's different."

A group of little old ladies walked in.

"You're afraid of them," Sam persisted.

"You know what Sam? I need to get to work so help out or get out."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Are you gonna get one?"

"Yes Sam, I lost the bet, now git." Dean shooed him away.

He sighed when Sam left. Needles gave him the heebee jeebees, but he lost, and Sam was right, he wanted one. He might as well use this situation to his advantage.

-x-

Castile and Lucifer Novak had just opened their own tattoo shop in the quaint little town of Lawrence, Kansas. Cas was tasked with setting everything up while Lucifer went out to get all of the materials. He knew there was a flower shop older than God next door but it wasn't until this morning did Cas actually see someone inside.

As Cas was unpacking some boxes he heard an engine rumble outside and it wasn't Lucifer's motorcycle. He peeked out the front window to see a large, sleek, black, muscle car parked right in front of the flower shop. A tall broad guy gout out. He was wearing gym shorts, a sweatshirt, and running shoes. He put headphones in and Cas assumed, went for a run.

Cas had unloaded all of their tools and was setting up chairs when the man returned. There was a large picture window that separated the two shops and although the flower shop's side was framed with plants Cas could still see inside. The man walked into the shop and immediately dropped into push-ups, he probably did eighty at least. It was when he switched into doing sit-ups that Cas stopped staring. He wasn't about to get caught as a peeping tom, not when Luci and he had just moved. No, Cas got back to work.

For the next half an hour he was setting up mirrors when he heard the bell to the flower shop. A very tall young man walked in. He had longer hair and a kind face. Not two minutes later the man who had been exercising walked out of the back room with a pair of snug jeans on and a bare torso. Now Cas just couldn't look away.

The man had been moving so much before that Cas hadn't gotten a good look at him. Now his view couldn't be better. This man's body great—he was built, super built, and tan skinned and his face was pretty and rugged at the same time. He was towel drying his hair and to Cas' dismay he slipped on a forest green 'Winchester's Flower Shop' t-shirt.

He and the taller man were looked like they were laughing and bickering with one another. Cas wondered who he was to the florist. Then Lucifer walked in.

"Cassie what the hell are you doing?"

"What?" Cas turned abruptly and knocked over a box of magazines, "Um, nothing. I wasn't doing anything."

Lucifer squinted at him and the leaned to the side to see around his brother. He too saw the florist.

"Checking out the florist are we?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just curious," Cas said flippantly.

"Oh sure," Lucifer grinned as he set a box on the desk, "Why don't you take a break from ogling the neighbors and help out?"

Cas rolled his eyes but helped. Today was their third day moving in and they should finish officially by the end of the day and should be open for business tomorrow.

"You know, we could really use some life around here," Lucifer said putting his hands on his hips and looking around the place.

"What do you mean?" Cas asked.

"Maybe you can take a visit to the flower shop tomorrow?" his big brother asked with a wicked grin.

"I mean, if you think I should." Cas replied with a small smile.

-x-

Cas waited until he saw the florist turn his sign to open before he headed into the shop. He gave it a good five minutes before he casually strolled next door and stepped into the cute little place.

It wasn't what Cas was expecting. Sure it had flowers but not just flowers—plants of all kinds hanging and sitting everywhere. It was like he set foot into a tiny botanical garden.

The florist smiled at him, "How're you doin' today?"

Cas nodded at him politely, "I'm good, just lookin for some stuff to livin the place up."

Before the florist could reply Cas disappeared into the shop. Yes, he was interested in the florist but he had also become fascinated with the little store and his love for nature surged up inside of him.

Cas grabbed a lot of things. He had several large spider plants, a medium sized fern, and a bouquet of daisies. On impulse as he walked towards the register he picked up a tiny spiked succulent that he thought Lucifer would like on his desk.

"Need some help?" a voice asked behind all of the shrubbery in Cas' hands. The florist peeked his head around the vegetation so that he could see Cas.

"Oh, um yes please." Cas smiled brightly at the man.

He was very beautiful up close. His features were so sharp they could cut glass, but the stubble on his jaw softened them. His eyes were as green as the plants he tended to and his freshly washed hair was soft like a puffy duckling's. Cas hoped he didn't look like a mess.

"You own the new tattoo parlor next door, Luci's right?" the florist asked as he rang him up.

Cas nodded, "Yes my brother and I run it. We've opened officially today."

The florist flashed him a genuine smile, "Wow that's great. I inherited this place from my dad. My brother works with me sometimes. The name's Dean, nice to meet you."

Cas shook the man's hand when he offered it. "Winchester, I assume?"

Dean nodded, "Your name's not Luci is it?" he asked with a shy chuckle.

Cas shook his head, "Lucifer is my brother. He owns it technically. My name's Castiel, but you can call Cas."

"Lucifer and Castiel, interesting names. My brother's name is Sam, kinda boring."

Cas laughed, "Our mother was very religious. We're named after angels. She told my father he could name their first child and he decided to a little rebellious. My other two brothers are named Michael and Gabriel."

"Wow four boys, geez."

"Yes, it was an interesting childhood."

"Well thanks for stopping by, I hope you guys stay for a while. Don't be afraid to come in and say hi, I'm pretty bored in here unless Sam is here."

"I hope we stay for a while too." Cas couldn't stop smiling at him, "You ca do the same, even if you don't want some ink."

"Maybe I will." Dean said with a wink and Cas was gone. He wanted to go back inside.

When he walked back into the parlor he saw Lucifer was already working with their first client. They were already booked full with customers from the area and this side of Kansas. Lucifer and Castiel were well known in the tattoo world for putting out really amazing work, they always booked up fast even thought they had moved a couple of times.

"Luci I got you a little succulent." Cas said setting it on his desk.

"Oh thank you Cassie," Lucifer said not taking his eyes from his work, "Did you talk to the florist?"

"I did," Cas placed the plants strategically throughout the parlor, "His name is Dean."

"Ooh sexy."

Cas ignored him, "He's extremely nice. He's the owner of the shop, said he inherited it from his father."

"You should give him some ink." Lucifer suggested.

"Luci I can't just offer some guy a tattoo. He had to want one, they are permanent."

"I am aware of this Cassie, hence my ink covered skin."

"Whatever, I might go back over during my lunch break."

Lucifer continued to tattoo their client and Cas set up for the one that had booked him that afternoon.

-x-

Dean was surprised when he saw someone come into the shop a couple minutes after he opened. He was even more surprised when he looked up to see one of the owners of the tattoo parlor. He hadn't gotten a good at either of them but this one did not disappoint.

The man who walked in was a little shorter than himself. He had a lean build and messy black hair that looked windblown and uncooperative. His jaw line was square and his five o'clock shadow was terribly endearing. His eyes were the color of the ocean.

He had a lot less tattoos than Dean was expecting. Or at least, a lot less visible tattoos. On his left forearm he had several tribal bands and one on his bicep. On the inside of his right forearm he had a think cross. Sticking out of his sleeve on the inside of that bicep were some flowers that Dean recognized as daisies. Dean may have been staring too much and may have also noticed tattoo behind his ear of a single wave.

Hearing him talk was also so much better than Dean was expecting. The guy's voice was deeper than absolutely necessary and went down to Dean's bones. His name was Castiel, and he told Dean to call him Cas. Cas was the most perfect, cute, short, little name for this sexy adorable handsome man that had walked into his shop.

Dean was absolutely getting a tattoo now. Fuck his stupid, petty fear of needles. Sam walked in later that day.

"Get your tattoo yet?"

Dean hit him in the back of the head on his way past to water the flowers on one side of the shop. "I'm going in tomorrow."

"You made an appointment already?"

Dean looked confused, "No, I was just gonna walk in. It's not like I want a massive one or anything. Plus, one the artists came in yesterday, Cas, he told me to come in if I wanted to say hi or if I wanted ink."

Sam crossed his arms. There was no way Dean was getting a tattoo this easily, he hated needles. "He's hot isn't he?"

"Oh my god Sam he's a babe." Dean said turning and waggling his eyebrows at his brother, "He bought a bunch of plants and some daisies yesterday."

"Okay lover boy."

"Sam you don't understand, every time he smiled at me it was like the sun." Dean told him as he repotted some plants that had grown out of their smaller pots, "And I'm positive he checked me out."

"Alright, alright. But seriously, what're you getting for mom?"

"Nothing like yours," Dean said. Sam had a Mary Winchester's birthdate in roman numerals on his right wrist, "I'm getting a carnation. It'll be small. I mean this flower shop's been in our family since the dawn of time and not only were they mom's favorite but they're also a symbol of a mother's love."

Sam smiled at Dean sincerely, "That's really nice Dean."

-x-

After Dean showered at work he kept the shop closed and headed over to the tattoo parlor. When he walked in there were two different desks on the back wall facing the entries. He could see his plants throughout the parlor and that made him smile. He looked around for Cas but didn't see him. He did see a tall blonde man with cold blue eyes but a kind smile. He was covered in tattoos, from the neck down you couldn't see his skin.

"Uh, hi I'm Dean I own the flower shop next door, you must be Lucifer." Dean greeted him with his hands in pockets. This was Cas'

Luci turned around and then gave him a very weird knowing smile, "Dean, the florist. Cassie told me about you."

"He did?"

"He did."

Dean nodded, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "So uh, is he uh, here?"

"Yeah he is." Lucifer didn't say anything else.

Dean was a little uncomfortable and he was positive that Lucifer was making him uncomfortable on purpose. Dean knew, he had a little brother too.

"Could you get him?" Dean asked with a smile.

Lucifer chuckled, "Yeah sure," he turned towards one of the back door and shouted, "CASSIE YOUR FLORIST IS HERE."

A moment later an annoyed Cas walked out of the back room of the parlor. He looked at Lucifer like he wanted to murder him. Cas didn't really look like your typical tattoo artist, like his brother. He was wearing a pair of black sweat pants low on his waist and a fitted black t-shirt that said 'surf naked' on it.

"Thank you Luci," he grumbled but then his face immediately lit up when he looked at Dean, "Hey Dean, just here to say hi or you lookin for some ink?" Cas was clearly joking but Dean actually wanted to get his tattoo.

"Actually a little of both actually," Dean said with a sheepish smile, "If you have time that is."

"Wait really?" Cas asked, "Um yeah, I have time as long as it's not a big piece. I don't have anyone for an hour or so."

"Cassie your tail is wagging you're so excited."

"You know what Luci? Suck a dick." Cas took Dean's hand and lead him away from Lucifer and to his desk on the other side of the store. "Sorry about him."

"It's alright, I have a brother too I get it." Dean said with a laugh, "That's actually partially why I'm here."

"It is?"

Dean chuckled, "Uh yeah. We made a bet and I lost so now I have to get a tattoo."

Cas shook his head, "Oh Dean, that's a terrible reason to get a tattoo," Cas sat down at his desk and Dean sat down in the chair on the other side, "As a professional tattoo artist I am not tattooing you because you lost a bet."

"That's not the only reason I'm getting it. Sammy made this the wager because I've always wanted to get a tattoo for our mom, she passed away when we were little, but I uh, I'm not a fan of needles."

"You're afraid of needles?"

Dean blushed a little, "Yes." He grit out.

"Dean that's totally normal," Cas said with a smile, reaching across the desk to take Dean's hand. Dean was very okay with this. "Listen with tattoos, the needle is very small and it doesn't go nearly as far into the skin as a shot, only the first couple of layers." Cas was rubbing his thumb gently on Dean's hand. "It's quick too, in and out faster than a blink. It feels kinda like someone is drawing on a sunburn."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Dean looked down at their hands and turned his so that he was holding Cas' in his own. "What I want is pretty small."

"What is it?"

Dean pulled a little pocket sized flower encyclopedia from his jacket and turned to the page that was doggy eared.

"A carnation. They were my mom's favorite, and they also symbolize a mother's love." Dean took his hand from Cas and rubbed the back of his neck with it, "it's corny, I know."

Cas shook his head, "Dean that sound beautiful. It's not corny at all."

"So uh, can we do it now or—"

Cas nodded, "Come on." They got up from Cas' desk, and Dean realized that the daisies he sold to Cas were sitting on his desk. He smiled.

"Where do you want it?" Cas asked.

"Uh, my hip."

Cas smiled and licked his lips in the most unintentional but also very obvious way. He blushed a little, "Take off your shirt and recline in the chair."

Dean pulled his t-shirt over his head and got in the chair. He was very hyper aware of the fact that Cas was drooling over his very muscled body and chose to focus on that while the procedure happened.

"Ready?" Cas asked.

"As I'll ever be." Dean laughed nervously.

"Just focus on me, talk to me, and listen to my voice."

Cas started and Dean's body tensed a little but he handled it. It was a slow burn, but Cas was right, it didn't feel like a needle at all.

"This isn't so bad." Dean huffed.

"See I told you," Cas smiled, focused on the simple flower. He needed to focus, because the fact that he was face to face with Dean's hip bone was terribly distracting, "It's looking great. We're almost done."

"Wow that's quick," Dean breathed.

"Yeah it is," Cas could tell Dean didn't really know what to talk about, "So you work out a lot?"

Dean tried not to chuckle, he didn't wanna mess Cas up, "You checkin out my hot bod, Cas?"

"That's beside the point. I see you go running in the morning and the window between our shops is pretty big so it's hard to miss the routine you do when you get back."

"Oh okay so you're checkin me out while I work out?"

Cas chuckled, wiping the excess ink from Dean's skin, "Yes I suppose so."

"I don't mind Cas, I was peepin in on you too."

"Oh you were?"

"Yeah, couldn't help myself, not after you walked into my shop."

Cas laughed and wiped the excess ink for the last time, "Alright you're done."

"Really?"

"Yeah, go on, have a look."

Dean got up from the chair, his t-shirt was still tucked in his back pocket. He stood in front of the mirror. A simple carnation, with a stem about an inch and a half long was sitting on his right hip. It was glowing red because the tattoo was brandy new.

"Wow, Cas. It's beautiful. Thank you." He said turning to Cas with a small smile.

"I'm glad you like it."

"How much do I owe you?"

Cas shook his head, "First one's on the house."

Dean beamed at him, "Thank you." He put his shirt back on, "I gotta open shop, but I'll see you later, okay?"

Cas was shocked at how determined Dean was about this, "Yeah Dean, see you later."

Dean kissed Cas on the cheek and left with a smile.

-x-

Two days later Sam walked into the flower shop.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said.

"Did you get it yet?" Sam asked.

"Yeah actually," Dean said lifting his shirt to show Sam his hip, "It wasn't bad at all."

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh wow, dude that looks great."

"Yeah, Cas did a great job."

"Cas did it for you?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah," Dean said smiling without even thinking about it. "What a cutie man."

"You really like him, huh?"

"I do. He's super down to earth and smiley and amazing."

"Wow okay Dean, didn't realize you were a hallmark card."

"Shut up."

Over the next week Cas and Dean would enter one another's shops to say hi and hang out. They had their lunch breaks together and listened to Lucifer tease them. They constantly flirted and hugged and held hands and Dean always kissed Cas on the cheek when he left.

One day Dean realized that Cas' daisies were dying, so he brought over some new ones.

"Hey Cas," Dean said holding the bouqet and walking up to Cas' desk, "Think it's time to replace those daisies huh?"

"Oh, Dean, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to Cas," Dean said removing the old ones from the vase to put the new ones in. Cas loved how gentle Dean was with the daisies, and all the plants that he cared for, for that matter.

"I uh got my tax returns yesterday and was thinking you could give me some new ink."

"Really?" Cas asked, "So soon? I thought you didn't like needles?"

"I've seemed to overcome my fear, especially when you're the one givin' me the ink." Dean said with a wink.

"What do you want this time?" Cas asked standing and pulling Dean towards the tattoo chair by his hand. Technically the tattoo parlor was closed but Dean always came in when they were doing paper work and stuff.

"I wanted a Latin phrase, on the inside of my forearm. Fratres, usque as finem. It means—"

Cas cut him off, "Brothers, until the end. I tool Latin all through high school."

"Oh, well Sam got it a while ago and I was thinking that I could get it too. He wanted me to but I was too chicken before."

"Let's do it."

-x-

Over the next month or two Dean replaced Cas' daisies whenever they started to die. Nothing cheered Cas up more and filled him with joy and butterflies when he got to work in the morning to fresh daisies—especially when he knew they were from Dean.

Dean also got two more tattoos in this time period. He got his father's military number in roman numerals in the inside of his right wrist and a set of woods, with a couple of pine trees all coming up from his wrist and onto his left forearm.

Dean was walking into the tattoo shop with another bundle of fresh daisies to replenish the wilting ones on Cas's desk. Cas told him to come in the back door when they shop was closed. He knew Cas was there because although it was Lucifer's day off Cas had to stay and do some paperwork and work on a sketch for a client.

"Cas?" he said poking his head into the parlor.

"In the front Dean!"

Dean clunked his way into the front of the parlor, he was careful not to scuff the floor with his boots. "I brought you some more daisies."

Cas smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek, "Dean, are you losing profit off of this or is there just an abundance of daisies in the world?"

Dean smiled back, pulling Cas forward a little with a hand on his hip, he thought for a moment before saying, "The second one."

Cas smiled up at him, their faces were very close, he took the daisies from Dean and pulled them away and put them in the vase. "Well thank you Dean. They're beautiful."

Dean leaned on the wall and crossed one foot over the other. "You're welcome handsome." Cas blushed and Dean crossed his arms, "Can I set up an appointment?"

Cas raised an eyebrow, "You want some more ink?" Cas walked forward so that he was closer to Dean, he rested a hand on Dean's bicep, "I think you've got the ink addiction my friend."

Dean smirked, raising only part of his mouth, "Maybe I do. Or maybe I just like the guy who's really good at giving them to me?"

"Well, I have the rest of the day if you wanna show me the sketch."

Dean showed Cas a pentagram design that was technically an anti-possession symbol. It was one that his dad had also had.

"Sam wants to get one too."

Cas took his hand and brought him into one of the rooms with a tattooing chair, "Sam can come in tomorrow if he wants. Lucifer's free. So, where do you want it?"

Dean took his shirt off, "On my chest."

Cas looked him up and down. There was literally no effort in hiding the appreciation that crossed Cas' face and Dean absolutely loved it. Cas and Dean hadn't gone out on any official dates yet but they'd gone out to lunch at least twice a week for the past two months and Dean was sort of counting it in his head.

"Alright, let's get started." Cas grinned.

Dean laid down in the chair and Cas went to get his favorite tattoo gun and the black ink that Dean had requested. He started on Dean's chest and as he was reaching the half way mark, Dean spoke up.

"You know, if it's easier you can uh, sit on my lap. For better access."

Cas smirked, "Yeah, I think you're right."

Cas set down the tattoo gun and straddled Dean. He got comfortable, all the while maintaining eye contact with Dean. He picked up the tattoo gun, leaned down so that his chest was pressing on Dean's lower torso. Dean could feel Cas' breath on his skin.

Dean was hyper aware of Cas every time he readjusted himself. Dean knew he couldn't move because a tattoo was serious, he could get hurt and have a permanent fuck up on his chest.

Twenty agonizing minutes later Cas is finishing up. Every time Cas wiped the excess ink from Dean's tingling skin his pulse raced. The mixture of pain and the soothing feeling of the cool cloth Cas was using to wipe his skin was overwhelming.

Finally Cas finished and Dean let out a breath of relief. The burning was still there but it was fading and Cas hadn't gotten up from his lap. Cas set the tattoo gun down and sat up so that Dean could also sit up. Cas was still on his lap though.

"How's it look?" Dean breathed.

"It looks…hot." Cas chuckled, "It looks really hot." He was shaking his head and smiling.

Dean lifted a hand to frame Cas' face, "Cas, what?"

"What're we doing, Dean?" he asked curiously, "What have we become? Are we friends? More than friends, what?"

Dean smiled because Cas wasn't angry and he wasn't sad, he was genuinely curious, "We're definitely not friends Cas. I really like you. Like a lot."

Cas smiled, crinkling his nose, "You do?"

"Yeah Cas!" Dean said chuckling, "Why do you think I spend so much time with you? I still hate needles Cas. Sure all my new tatts are important to me but I wouldn't get them if I didn't know you."

"Oh, wow," Cas covered his mouth with his hand and smiled again, he couldn't stop smiling, "Every time you bring me new daisies I melt inside. Not only do I really like you too but the friendship that we've made is super important to me."

"Good, you're super important to me too."

Cas wrapped his arms loosely around Dean's neck, resting his forearms on Dean's shoulders.

"I am?" Cas asked, his voiced had lowered to almost a whisper. Dean loved Cas' voice, it was low and deep and grumbly.

"Yes," Dean smiled, "You are." Their noses were almost touching.

Cas pulled Dean to him, the short distance that it was, and kissed him. Dean smiled against Cas' lips and lifted a hand to the back of Cas' neck to get them closer, as if that was even possible. The kiss became feverish, and Dean hissed and pulled away.

"My chest, it's sensitive." Dean breathed into Cas' mouth and Cas laughed, "Sorry."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Dean put his hands on Cas' hips and backed him up so that they were both standing and he walked over to Cas' desk and grabbed a single daisy. He held it out to Cas, "Will you be my boyfriend Cas?"

"Sure thing Dean."

Alright! Here's another drabble! ImmaSlytherout requested this and I kinda ran away with it a little so I really hope that you like it! Read and Review! Also if you want a drabble lemme know, comment a request and if it's not something I find absolutely horrible I'll totally write one up! One love. Liz.