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sugawaraxo · 4 years

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sex tape

warnings: smut ofc

characters: yu nishinoya, ryu tanaka, tetsoru kuroo, koutarou bokuto

request: Hc of asking your man to make a sex tape with you? With Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kuroo, and Bokuto please! 🖤

a/n: i really like bokuto’s, his was fun to write lol

nishinoya

- with nishinoya traveling all the time because of volleyball, it gets extremely hard not to miss him a lot when he’s gone

- especially when you’re craving his touch

- most times you’re able to satisfy yourself decently well, but sometimes it’s just not enough

- and porn does absolutely nothing to help you because watching other people fuck just isn’t the same as watching as nishinoya fucks you

- so you get an idea that sparks both yours and nishinoya’s attention

- he’s very excited

“babe, can i ask you something?” you say while you massage noya’s scalp, his head resting in your lap comfortably as you two lay on the couch.

“hm?” he hums, teetering on the verge of sleep at the gentle feeling of your touch.

“what if we made a sex tape?” you question and noya’s head shoots up to look at you, eyes wide with interest.

“is this a joke? like some sort of prank? please tell me it’s not a prank.” he begs and you laugh at his response.

“no, it’s not a prank. i was just thinking about it and sometimes, when you’re away, i get really needy and it’s hard to get the kind of pleasure i’m looking for without you here. so maybe if we make a little sex tape, i can have something to watch and help when you’re away.” you explain. nishinoya stares at you blankly, his brain slowly processing each word you just said. the thought of you getting all needy when he’s not here and touching yourself while watching a video of him fucking you was more than enough to make him and his mini noya very excited.

“is that even a question? i’m so down, can we do it right now?” he asks eagerly causing you to laugh at him again.

“i mean, i don’t see why not.” you shrug.

nishinoya props himself up so that he’s hovering above you and he kisses you deeply. your lips always work together so perfectly, synchronizing in a nice steady rhythm. his hands are traveling all over your body in an attempt to get you as aroused as he already is, and it works without a doubt. noya continues kissing you and lightly grazing your sides with his fingers or rubbing small circles on your inner thighs until he earns a moan from you that makes him grin.

“i know how i want to start the sex tape.” he says confidently.

“how?”

“grab your phone and start recording.” is his only response. you grab your phone from beside you on the couch and open the camera app, pressing record and waiting for noya’s next move. he slides down your body and effortlessly discards your shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere. he looks down in between your legs then up at you, you watching him through the screen of your phone. he gives the camera a small smirk before pressing a kiss on the lower part of your tummy, trailing more soft kisses all over your thighs, hips, and waist. he then lightly moves his lips over your core which was only being covered by the thin lace of your underwear. you begin to grow a bit impatient at nishinoya’s teasing, writhing under his gentle yet alluring kisses.

“noya, please.” you whine softly and he looks up at you for a quick second before pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere unknown. he wastes no time pressing his mouth against your warm folds, licking circles around your clit repetitively. you to let out an airy gasp of his name and he continues to work his mouth around your clit for awhile, progressively sucking and licking more and more aggressively, just so he could selfishly earn more moans from you that make his dick painstakingly hard. and as if his tongue relentlessly moving around your clit wasn’t enough, he sticks two fingers inside of you and curls them upward to hit your spot.

“holy shit noya.” you moan, reaching your free hand down to grip onto his hair lightly while trying to maintain a steady grip on your phone with the other. he looks up at you and you nearly cum at the sight. his eyes are blown with lust and his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. you just know this part of the video is going to constantly be on replay when it’s finished. you absentmindedly start jutting your hips against noya’s tongue, a thing you do when you’re about to unravel.

you giving him the clear sign that you’re about to cum is noya’s cue to stop, so he removes his fingers from your soaking hole and wipes his mouth clean as he sits up between your legs. you whimper a little at the cum denial, but you know exactly why he did it.

“wanna see you cum with me inside you.” he mumbles, confirming your guess.

“me too.” you respond and he smiles down at you softly which makes your heart jump. he pulls his pants down along with his boxers revealing his member. his tip is dripping with precum and you feel your pussy clench as you look at it. nishinoya takes his shirt off before saying, “yours too” and you remove yours aswell. he looks at your now fully nude body and sighs,

“how’d i get so fucking lucky?” he coos and for the second time, your hearts jumps and you can’t help but smile at his words. he presses himself at your entrance, teasing it slowly and you adjust the camera angle so that you can get more of noya’s face and body in it because that’ll come in handy later. he slides into you at a teasingly slow pace, drawing out the loud moan that’s leaving your lips. once he’s all the way in, he looks at the camera and winks before pulling out and thrusting back into you, hitting your spot perfectly. you planned on rolling your eyes at his cockiness, but your eyes end up squeezing shut at the sudden excess of pleasure.

“that feel good?” noya asks, already knowing the answer but still wanting to fuel his ego. you can’t even answer in actual words as he continues to thrust into you deeply, so you just nod and moan in response. he grins in satisfaction and thrusts into you a bit harder, not letting up on wanting to milk you of every moan you could possibly utter. he wants this video to be really nice for you since he feels guilty about being away for so long sometimes. he wants to make you feel so good so that every time you look back at this, you remember how amazing he can make you feel. he reaches down to play with your nipples a bit, making you squirm in pleasure. you use your free hand to start playing with your throbbing clit, not being able to hold back the lewd noises building in your throat. you’re a moaning mess beneath him, shaking and struggling to keep the camera steady as you get closer to your orgasm.

“here, let me take it.” noya says, grabbing the phone from you as he notices you struggling. he focuses it down on you, watching himself go in and out of you on the screen and he lets out a groan.

“noya, i’m so close.” you whimper, your chest heaving heavily as you start rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“good girl, cum for me.” nishinoya coos, making his thrusts sharper and deeper against your g-spot.

a few more thrusts and you’re arching your back off the couch and practically screaming nishinoya’s name. he smirks as you tremble beneath him, the sight completely destroying him aswell. he pulls out of you and cums all over your stomach, grunting and panting while he reaches his peak.

he wipes his mess up with his fingers then places them at your mouth, you sucking all of his faintly salty remnants off obediently and his cock twitches. after getting that all on camera, noya stops the recording and collapses next to you.

“that felt so good.” you sigh before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“it really did.” he replies, returning a kiss on your forehead. “now you can watch it whenever you want. and you better send me that video, i need it too.” he continues, handing you back your phone. you laugh at his statement and give him a quick peck before sending him the video.

you guys definitely watch it that night and go for another round.

tanaka

- he would be the one to bring it up actually

- tanaka just enjoys taking lewd photos of you in general

- he’ll come up behind you as you look at yourself in the mirror after getting ready and take a handful of your boob before snapping a pic

- or he’ll have you sit on his lap, facing towards him so he can take a mirror pic of him grabbing your ass like that

- he doesn’t post them or anything, but just likes looking at them every once in awhile

- he did print out the ass grabbing one and put it on the dash board of his car though

- it makes him feel a sense of security that he’s the only one you’ll pose in pictures like that for

- and he’s always had the desire to film you guys while having sex, to have a permanent memory of the encounter

- which is no surprise to you

tanaka is balls deep in your mouth, fucking your face at a slow yet rough tempo while muttering all sorts of nonsense as he does so. he’s leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter and you’re resting on your knees in front him, pleasing him the way he loves the most. your eyes are shut tightly as you try your best not to choke on tanaka’s length, them beginning to brim with tears a bit at the feeling of him continuously thrusting into the back of your throat. you open your eyes so that the tears would fall and you could wipe them away. but when you open them, you’re met with tanaka’s phone camera facing down at you and him looking at you with a shy smile.

“is this ok?” he asks, motioning to his phone.

“mhmm.” you hum, your mouth too full to talk.

you think it’s kind of hot being recorded actually. knowing that tanaka will go back and watch this vid countless times the same way you always catch him looking at the nsfw pictures that you two take every so often. it also gives you the motivation to be a little extra with your sucking. you wanna make tanaka weak with moans so whenever he goes back to watch the video, he’s reminded of just how crazy he is for your lips around his dick.

you hollow your cheeks a bit more, moving your wet mouth down his shaft at a teasing pace, maintaining eye contact with him in the process. he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as your nose touches his abdomen, you completely taking tanaka’s length down your throat.

“holy fuck y/n.” tanaka pants and you smirk, now circling the tip of his dick with your tongue. you suck the tip gently, remembering to slide your tongue over the slit occasionally which causes tanaka to grip your hair roughly as he moans your name. he watches you through his phone screen, basking in the fact that he knows this will be his favorite video on the planet.

“i’m not gonna last very long if you keep this up.” he sighs breathlessly, looking down at you through hooded eyes. it’s taking every bit of his strength not to just release in your mouth right then, because you look so destroyed on his cock. there’s saliva and precum on your swollen lips and rolling down your chin in thin clear strands, your face is stained with the tears that spilled from your eyes whenever you took tanaka’s full length down your throat, and your hair is a little messy from tanaka instinctively gripping it whenever he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. it’s definitely a sight to see, a sight that has tanaka teetering on his edge. you’re about to try deepthroating him again, but he pulls you off by your hair and gestures for you to stand up.

“bend over the counter.” he grunts.

you get up and rest your stomach on the edge of the cold counter, bending over for him. he lifts one of your legs, placing it on the counter while you maintain balance with the other still planted on the floor. now your cunt is fully exposed to him and both of you shiver, you at the feeling and him at the view. tanaka makes sure he has a decent camera angle before thrusting into you. no teasing, no gimmicks, just straight to it. your body lurches forward a bit, tanaka is not taking it easy on you today and you don’t mind at all. his eyes are glued to your ass on his phone screen, watching it bounce every time he thrusts into you.

“fuck.” he moans, the grip that his free hand has on your hip growing a bit tighter. you’re whimpering with each thrust, each and every one of them hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. if anyone were to speak to you right now, anything you tried to say would sound like a bunch of babbling. that’s the power tanaka’s cock has over you, and he absolutely loves it.

“you ok down there baby?” he asks but you can hear the smirk he’s carrying in his tone. you say nothing, just continue to let your sweet, loud moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen. tanaka pulls you up so that your leg is still lifted on the counter, but your back is pressed flush against his body. he switches to the selfie camera and sets the phone down, resting it against a vase on the countertop so that both of you are in view.

“i want you to cum like this, ok?” he says and you nod eagerly in return. he begins thrusting into you again, placing tender kisses on the sides of your neck while his hands roam all over your body. you watch him on the phone screen, he looks just as fucked out as you do which makes you pulse around him. you move your hand down to your clit, knowing that neither of you would last much longer. tanaka slows the speed of his thrusts, but increases the precision as he aims directly for your special spot.

“oh my god ryu, i’m gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he looses it, just as well as you do.

he pulls out of you and cums all over your backside, some dripping onto the floor as you use the counter to stable yourself from your weakening legs. he kisses your shoulder before reaching down to grab his phone and stop the recording. then he grabs your hips and turns you towards him and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“that was insanely hot.” he says as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“you’re telling me.” you sigh, still shaking slightly from your orgasm. he cleans up the mess he made on the floor with a paper towel, then makes his way back over to you and picks you up bridal style.

“well let’s go shower and maybe we can record another one while we’re in there.” tanaka smirks and you shake your head as you laugh.

i guess that’s what happens when you have a boyfriend with high stamina.

kuroo

- like tanaka, kuroo would initiate it

- kuroo loves to take pictures and videos of you to show you off

- like he’s definitely one of those boyfriend’s whose instagram has more pictures of their partner than themselves

- he just thinks you’re so cute and wants the whole world to know you’re his

- but he doesn’t want them to know what you guys do behind closed doors

- so those pics and videos stay private, for his and your eyes only

- but he definitely loves taking them while you guys are in the heat of the moment

- is 100% the type to fuck you while watching your own sex tape

“kuroo, i’m kinda in the mood to ride you.” you say bluntly to your boyfriend who is sitting across from you on the couch. he pulls his phone away from his line of vision so he could look at you, searching for any signs of a joke in your expression. but you’re dead serious.

“i mean, what am i supposed to say to that? no?” he smirks that infamous smirk of his and you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“just wanted to give you a heads up is all.” you say, climbing your way over to him and straddling his lap. he lays his phone on his chest and his hands instinctively find their way to your thighs, rubbing the smooth skin gently.

“hm, go for it. i’m all yours.” he grins then lifts his arms above his head as if permitting you access to his body. you smile down at him amusedly, desire eating away at you as you process his appearance. he’s shirtless, so his muscular build is on full display for you to inherently drool over. he’s wearing a pair of shorts made of the same material sweatpants are made out of, the fabric loosely resting on his hips dangerously low now that you’re sitting there and unintentionally pulling them down a bit. he catches your wandering eyes and chuckles at you.

“you know you can look and touch, right kitten?” he teases and you allow yourself to roll your eyes at him this time.

“sheesh, can i not just admire my hot boyfriend?” you huff jokingly before rubbing your hands up his chest and down his torso tenderly. you don’t fail to miss the slight blush raising over the bridge of kuroo’s nose which makes you smile.

“only if you let me admire you back.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. you do, bringing the piece of clothing over your head slowly, quite literally feeling kuroo’s gaze burning through you the entire time. once your top half is just as naked as kuroo’s, he starts massaging your boobs lightly and you let out a sigh at his touch. he moves his hands down your sides and over your thighs, letting them rest there again while rubbing his thumbs over your now tingling skin.

“can’t wait to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” he groans as he scans over your entire body with eager eyes and a flush of heat runs through your body.

“yeah?” you question, beginning to roll your hips over his clothed shaft. his breath hitches and he picks up his phone that’s still laying on his chest.

“mhm, i’m gonna record it. so put on a show for me.” he grins and you feel a surge of arousal flow through you. you pull off the only piece of clothing you have left which is a simple pair of underwear, and pull down kuroo’s bottoms just enough so that you can get what you need. you grind your damp cunt against kuroo’s now hardening member in an attempt to get him fully erect. it works with ease, him getting hard for you in just a matter of seconds as he watches you desperately rock your hips against him.

you reach down beneath your body, grabbing his length and giving it a couple strokes before placing his tip at your center sinking down on him and feeling every inch stretch and fill you up perfectly. you let out a shaky breath and kuroo holds back a moan by biting his lip harshly. you begin to set a steady pace for yourself, lifting your hips up and letting them fall back down slowly enough for you to get used to kuroo’s above average size. you sturdy yourself by placing your hands on his chest, now picking up the pace of your movements.

“you’re so hot.” kuroo groans as he reaches down to grab your ass before giving it a harsh spank. you wince at the pain, but also moan at the pleasure from him massaging the cheek afterwards. you lift yourself a bit higher off of his length and sink back down quickly, causing you and kuroo to moan in unison. you continue this, lifting your body all the way up to his tip and then crashing back down to take all of him inside of you, making you both just a jumble of moans and pants.

“fuck, turn around. i wanna see that ass.” kuroo smirks and you follow his order. your now facing away from him, reverse cowgirl style, while he teases your hole with his tip. he has a firm grasp on his dick as he rubs it against your glistening folds, admiring the view in front of him.

“you ready?” he asks.

“mhm.” you hum. you move your hips around, eagerly waiting to feel him fill you up again. he chuckles at you before pushing himself into you, thrusting a couple times before letting you take the lead again. you start bouncing your hips up and down his shaft and kuroo nearly passes out. watching you ride him with your ass on full display for him is testing his strength, but he pushes through. he grabs onto your ass tightly and guides your hips to move at a bit of a slower pace.

“jesus, fuck.” kuroo moans, his grip on his phone faltering a bit as he begins to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. he tightens his grasp on the phone and starts fucking into you, matching the movements of your hips.

“yes kuroo, just like that.” you sigh, throwing your head back at the sensation.

“touch yourself, i want you to cum first.” kuroo breathes and you do as told. you rub your clit as you continue to grind on kuroo’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway.

“mm, kuroo-” is all you manage to get out before you’re trembling and moaning, your core pulsating as you orgasm.

“fuck.” kuroo pants as he pulls out of you, giving himself a few tugs before spurting warm cum all over your ass. you two sit like that for a few seconds, letting yourselves regain stability. once you feel as though you can move again, you turn around and lay on kuroo’s chest. he’s still recording so he flips the camera to face you guys, lifts your chin, and presses your lips together lovingly.

“probably the hottest one we’ve recorded yet.” kuroo says after ending recording.

“yeah?” you laugh at his enthusiastic expression.

“mhmm, because you’re the star of it.” he smiles.

bokuto

- he comes home from practice and finds you waiting on the bed naked with your already recording camera set up on the side table

- babie is FLUSTERED

- like he just stands in the doorway, mouth gaped open, as if he’s too scared to walk in

- he’s seen you naked numerous times but you still take his breath away every time

- he’s so adorable

- finally snaps out of his trance and joins you on the bed

bokuto removes his shoes and climbs into bed with you. the contrast between him being fully clothed and you being completely naked makes both of you blush a bit.

“what’s all this about?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow, scanning your entire body which makes you tense under his stare.

“umm well, i was thinking about it and i thought it’d be really hot if we made a sex tape.” you explain.

“you wanna make a sex tape?” he questions.

“i mean yeah. it’ll be nice to have something to look back-”

“say less.” he cuts you off and practically tears off his shirt. you giggle at his excitement, already knowing that he was probably going to react this way. within the next few seconds, you aren’t the only naked one anymore and your eyes trail down bokuto’s body. just like how you never fail to amaze him, he never fails to amaze you. the way his toned muscles flex whenever he moves makes all your heat rush to your core.

“the view’s nice huh?” he teases and flexes his biceps a bit.

“shut up.” you laugh, “but yes, it is.”

bokuto grins at your compliment, then cups your face in his hands and captures your lips with his passionately. your lips mesh together effortlessly, as if you guys were made to kiss each other. bokuto deepens the kiss by swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, alerting you that he’s about to insert it into your mouth. he does just that and you let out a breathy moan that shoots right down to his dick. he hardens at your noises, kissing you deeper just to earn more. you could honestly kiss bokuto for hours. the way he always makes you feel like you’re the most fragile and precious thing he’s ever touched when he kisses you makes you feel overwhelmingly loved. though today’s makeout session is unfortunately cut short when bokuto pulls away and flips you over onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. you let out a gasp, a little startled by the sudden force.

“sorry babe, i just really need to be inside you right now.” he admits and you laugh a little. you prop yourself up onto your elbows and knees, preparing for bokuto to insert himself into you.

“mm, look at that. all pretty and perched up for me.” he groans, rubbing your exposed cunt with two fingers. you tense at his light yet arousing touch, desperately wanting him to do more. as if he read your mind, he inserts those fingers inside of you at an antagonizing pace. you move your hips back in an attempt to speed up the friction but instead he pulls his fingers out and rests his hand on your ass.

“be” he spanks one cheek, “patient.” he finishes as he spanks the other. you whine at the stinging yet pleasurable pain and bokuto smiles sadistically while entering his fingers back inside you at a much faster rate. you moan as you watch yourself on your phone screen. you intentionally set it up using the selfie camera so that you could watch as bokuto fucked you senseless on the screen, and boy are you glad you did that. the smug look on his face while he fingerfucks you and thrusts into his own hand makes you clench around his fingers, craving something a bit bigger than the two digits.

“please just fuck me kou, i need it.” you moan. bokuto tries to pretend he’s not flustered by your words but is clearly taken aback. he could be the dominant one all he wants, but it’ll never change the fact that he goes completely weak when you beg for him.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” he grins, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his painfully hard member.

“mhmm, please kou.” you hum, knowing that begging gets you anything you want with him. this instance just further proves that statement because he begins pushing into you at the same antagonizing speed he moved his fingers at. but you can’t complain since it helps a lot with getting used to his size, because he most definitely does not have the smallest tool in the shed. he continues slowly pushing his way in until his lower abdomen is pressed against your ass, his cock buried deep within your tight hole.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he moans. you glance at your phone to see what he looks like and his head is thrown back, eyes shut tightly and mouth open slightly. your body tingles at the sight, pleasure is written all over his expression and you love it. he pulls out of you and thrusts back into you with brute force. his favorite thing to do ever since he learned that it makes you scream. he pulls out of you exceptionally slowly, waits a short second, and then slam back into you relentlessly. your toes curl at his his little trick and you bury your face into a pillow in an attempt to muffle your loud moans of his name and plenty other profanities. he does this a few more times, smirking at the way you’re completely falling apart beneath him, then takes a break and fucks you at a more steady pace. though he’s no longer pounding into your sweet spot, his tip is still brushing against it and your head goes fuzzy with pleasure.

“you fuck me so good kotaro.” you moan into the pillow, gripping the sheets around you tightly.

“only the best for my pretty girl.” he smiles “here, turn over. wanna see your face.”

you flip over onto your back, now looking up at bokuto who’s smiling down at you lovingly.

“beautiful, so beautiful.” he coos, rubbing his thumb over your cheek softly. your heart drops into your stomach. you know you probably look a hot mess right now. makeup ruined from you shoving your face into a pillow, face flushed from the immense pleasure, and hair a bit messy from it all. but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in existence and your heart almost can’t take it.

“can’t wait to make you cum.” he finishes and without any warning, he grinds his hips into you smoothly yet assertively. he has a tight grip on your hips as he rocks into them and you are just about losing it beneath him. you’re gripping onto his biceps, surely leaving bruises that’ll form by tomorrow. but he doesn’t mind whatsoever. he loves seeing you all fucked out as he pounds into you, sputtering all sorts of moans and lewd words here and there with each thrust. he can tell you won’t be able to hold on for much longer, so he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs small and quick circles on it. he matches the tempo of his thrusts and watches you turn into a blabbering mess at his touch.

“fuck kou, jesus christ. i can’t-you’re gonna make me-oh my god-i’m gonna-“

you’re grip on his arms gets a bit tighter as you succumb to your forceful orgasm. your eyes roll back, your back arches off the bed, and you swear your vision goes dark for a few seconds. bokuto can almost never get a full thrust in after seeing you cum and this is no exception to that. as soon as he sees you come undone, he pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach with a rich moan of your name.

“i came so hard i went blind there for a second.” you admit and bokuto busts out laughing.

“shit sorry. not really though.” he shrugs, collapsing next to you.

“hush. i’m just glad we got that all on camera. i’ll definitely be watching that soon. speaking of, can you hand me my phone?”

bokuto reaches over to grab your phone of the nightstand and you stop recording.

“twenty minutes of gold content.” you say as you look at the length of the video.

“wanna make it twenty more?”

“say less.” you reply smugly.

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bearificationtransformations · 3 years

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As the day went on Daniel swore he could feel his muscles growing. It was like the gym pump never subsided, but kept going. His arms and shoulders were looking bigger and more jacked than ever. Daniel knew his way around anabolics, but he never had heard of anything that worked like this. As he stared at his reflection in the bathroom at home he knew he was bigger. He looked bigger for sure, and his beard was coming in fast. Daniel showered put on a clean shirt and it felt tighter than normal. How was that possible? As the evening went on he continued to feel like his body was gaining more and more muscle mass.

Daniel stepped on the scale that evening. There was no denying now that he had grown. Instead of normal 210 pounds, Daniel was now pushing 240. He was so into this growth he got a boner from just looking at the numbers. Fucking hell, he had actually gained 30 pounds of solid muscle in a matter of hours. He jacked off at his own reflection, seeing his bigger arms flex with each pump. Fuck it felt so good to be big.

Daniel was horned up all night. He kept feeling up his bigger pecs and thicker arms and got worked up all over again. His chest hair, which he usually kept short, was growing in, and his beard was getting longer quickly. Fuck, he was getting hairier. All this testosterone was overloading his system. Even his dick felt fatter in his hands. Daniel slept like a rock after jerking off for the third time in bed. The

The next morning he moved quickly to head to the gym again. He cleaned up all the used up socks around his bed and got dressed. He was bigger and his shirts were tighter. He had a full beard. For the first time in his life he had grown out a full beard. He wore one of his big tank tops only to find it fit him well, hugging his increasingly hairy pecs. Fuck, He looked even bigger. After jerking off quickly Daniel went to the gym.

Fuck he was big. He looked like a pro bodybuilder. The scale at the gym confirmed it. 260 pounds. He was one of the big boys now. Forget fitness magazines, Daniel wanted to be on the cover of FLEX magazine, or on stage at Mr. Olympia. He looked practically stage ready. 50 pounds of lean muscle mass had piled on without seemingly a single pound of fat. If anything, he looked even more defined.

It was hard to concentrate at the gym, he was so horned up. So obsessed with his new size. His strength was way up. Benching 405 was no problem now. He was probably the most jacked, and the strongest dude in his gym.

And he was nearly the size of a real mass monster now. Goddamn he loved this. He loved ever second of it. He was getting boned up at the gym just seeing his own muscles flex and press.

His libido continued running at this extreme high.The growth may have run its course but his testerone seemed to be supercharged. A super horned up 260 pound bodybuilder. Goddamn that wasn’t such a bad arrangement, not at all.

Days went by, and his libido didn’t repent. He had to jack off four or five times a day to keep himself in check. He needed new shirts to fit his broader, beefier muscular frame. Friends at the gym were shocked by his sudden growth. He kept jerking off in the mirror, loving his size, feeling his huge muscles up with his hands as he stroked his fat heavy cock. Goddamn, had that grown too? It felt thicker and maybe even longer, but it was hard to tell.

But Daniel wanted more still. He dreamed of more mass piling on to his frame again. That wave of growth had been such a high, he still hadn’t come down from it. Daniel had to keep trimming his beard and trimming back the chest hair every day. It was growing in fast and thick. He was a beast. It had to be his hyped up test levels.

And that second vial. It sat there on his nightstand, tempting him. He wanted more, he fucking loved being huge, and what a better way to get noticed than to be an absolute mass monster? This was his ticket, it would make his dreams of true muscle freakdom come true. He could be inhumanly massive. Inhumanly strong. Damn, had he always wanted to be that huge? Wasn’t he big enough? Nahh, he wanted more. Whatever voice of his that envisioned him at 260 forever was getting drowned out by the desire for more. Lots more.

So four days after his first transformation into a heavyweight bodybuilder, Daniel decided to make the plunge. Would it bring him another 50 pounds of pure muscle mass? Fuck, he’d be over 300 pounds if it did. Just the idea turned him on so much.

When did he get so horny thinking about muscle mass like this? Was this the side effect of stuff he took? Even other men’s muscles got him worked up now. Fuck, was he gay? Not that he had anything against gay guys, but he didn’t used to get a boner looking at other jacked guys. Now he was into it. Totally into it.

Fuck, maybe he was bi?

Daniel shrugged at the idea. Muscle mass was so fucking hot, who cares. He just wanted more. He wanted to get so huge that he wouldn’t be able to fit into any of his clothes. He wanted to outgrow the fucking doorway.

After hitting the gym that morning, Daniel came back home and without jesistaying, just downed that second vial. A warmth spread over his entire body like he hadn’t felt before. Fuck yeah, it was starting to work.

Daniel could actually see his muscles grow minute by minute, he stood there with the biggest boner of his life, flexing, posing, jerking off.. watching himself steadily grow larger and larger. It was intoxicating, insanely hot. He stepped on the scale just 30 minutes after taking the potion to find his weight had climbed to 280 pounds. He jerked off on the scale looking at those numbers and looking at the mass monster in the mirror in front of him. Jizz flung everywhere in the bathroom.

This was the best experience in his whole life, the best thing he had ever felt. Better than sex, better than drugs. Growth was the hottest thing he’d ever experience. He was so indebted to this company, what was their name? God he would rep them in anything they did now. He owed everything to them now.

God he was getting so huge. So enormous. Becoming the mass monster he always dreamed of being.

The mass kept piling on, faster than before. He walked around his apartment, noticing how his arms had to swing out further to move around his massive blown up lats. His saunter was more exaggerated as his quads had grown thicker and were now pressing against each other. His footfalls were heavy, deliberate. They seemed to shake the walls a little. He was getting hard, his fat dick slapping heavily against his massive thighs. He loved this. Daniel made his way back to the bathroom to examine the changes further. His triceps hit the doorframe as he walked into the bathroom.

How big was he going to get? He looked into the mirror and was shocked to see his size. Looking down he could barely see passed his pumped up pecs, which now was getting a thick coat of fur on them. He sauntered back to the scale. 304... fuck no wonder his arms were flaired out to his sides like that, no wonder his footsteps were so heavy. Goddamn he had made it. He had grown to muscle freak status.

And he was still growing. Steadily growing. It wasn’t noticeable with the passing seconds, but it was event he was still getting bigger with the passing minutes. Lats pushing out wider, shoulders growing more and more broad, pecs blowing up, his arms packing on more mass. He tested the doorway to see if he could clear it at his shoulders now. He still had tiny bit off space to clear the doorway at his shoulders, but not at his arms, which pushed out far from his sides due to their hulking mass. Damn, he really was wider than the doorway now. It was such a rush.

Daniel jerked off furiously again, watching the overblown muscular beast in the mirror flex with each tug on his thick cock. His dick felt heavy and fat in his hands. He was definitely bigger down there now too. No way to deny it now.

He came again just looking at himself. All that freaky mass, that size, that bulk. He was a monster, a gigantic hulking stud. Overblown muscles growing so big they seemed almost impossible. So overgrown.

327 pounds. Fucking hell, that was more than 50 pounds. No wonder this was so much more intense than last time. He began jerking up again, unable to keep his big fat dick down. It had a mind of its own now and it didn’t want to quit.

His beard was getting heavy. Growing higher up on his cheeks. It was getting heavy on his massive chest too. Swirling fur was starting to cover those huge bulging pecs. God he was an animal. A freaky huge muscle bear he thought. Wait, what? A bear? Where did that term come from?

Daniel kept growing over the next few hours. His shoulders finally growing too wide for his door frame. Even sideways, getting through doors in his home would be a little tricky. He was that massive, that thick. All night he had Slowly morphed into a freak of inhuman size. An utter overblown giant in the world of bodybuilding that would put most mass monsters to shame. 360 something pounds of hairy lean muscle. Pure, extreme, mass.

Daniel lost count how many times he blew his loads, he just knew his hefty 9 incher was tired by the end of it, sore from too much use and abuse. His heavy balls were still pumping out more cum, but he could keep up. He passed out that night with cum soaked towels covering every inch of his floor.

Daniel could hardly reconcile with the freak had become. Muscle mass competed for space on his 5’9” frame. He could barely His libido was now barely manageable, his dick was huge, beer-can thick, constantly sporting a chub, and eager to blow. He had to trim his beard back, it had grown enormous since taking the potion. He had to clean up all the hair on his stomach and abs too...at least if he wanted people to see the definition. And he definitely wanted people to see the definition.

Jerking off, Working out, eating, and jerking off more. This was his life now. He was meant to be seen, meant to be stared at. And he did get stared at. Everywhere he went.

Daniel got a new set of professional physique photos taken a few days later. The world of bodybuilding ignited into furious speculation and talk over this new giant, this new 360 pound freak, that was now making his presence known online and on instagram.

Daniel didn’t know how to thank Enorme except to write them back with the new photos attached. He explained to them how much attention he was getting now, how many other offers he was getting from supplement companies... and his deep deep gratitude to their product.

A few weeks later, Daniel got another vial. A hot gay bodybuilder, Jordan, had come over for another hot session of muscle worship when the package arrived. Jordan was just starting to suck off the giant muscle freak when Daniel heard the package come to the front door.

It was from Enorme. A letter of thanks for the photos and a little note. “We wanted to provide you with some more lean mass, in case you’d like to show anyone else how well it works” Daniel look at three more vials with the note “these extra vials are for sharing, that is, if you want to” and a smile crossed his face.

“Hey Jordan” Daniel called out from the hall. “Are you looking to get huge?” Daniel went back to the bedrooms and handed Jordan the vial. “Just drink this”.

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dcforts · 3 years

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[day 19: photographs]

Miracle likes Cas right away, from the moment he sees him coming out of the rift, one arm slung over Dean’s shoulders.

One sniff at his boots, one at the hand tentatively offered seem to be more than enough to convince him. He doesn't even have to pet him once.

Dean can’t blame him honestly and he doesn’t mind sharing the morning cuddles if Miracle still chooses to trail after him in the kitchen when he gets up, keeps him company in the garage and comes running to him if he wants a cuddle.

He spends all his nap times with Cas though. At first, he gets in the habit of falling asleep laying across his feet whenever Cas is sitting down and more than once Dean finds him in uncomfortable positions yet unwilling to move, insisting that he'd rather suffer than bother Miracle.

One time Dean happens to have his phone in his hand so he stops to take a picture with an amused smile, despite the annoyed face Cas makes at the camera.

Then Cas and Miracle start napping together.

In the library, in front of the tv, and some nights on the bed leaving barely any room for Dean to squeeze in next to them and then, when they get to their new place, it happens in the study, on their couch, and still sometimes on the bed but Dean doesn’t need to try and squeeze in next to them anymore cause they got a bigger one.

Dean takes a picture the first time he sees them, because it's the first time and needs to be documented. The second time, they're in a weird position and he wants to show it to Cas later and the third time - well, they just look cute.

On the day they move out he takes a picture of Miracle in front of the bunker’s door. Then they stop for gas and Miracle looks so happy with his head sticking out of the car window that he has to take one there, and then another one in front of their new house and then he finds that he just – can’t stop.

He gets him a rubber chicken that makes a sound the annoys the crap out of Cas. Dean takes a picture of him as it happily chews on it.

Miracle tries to get Dean to play one afternoon, pushing his snout against his hands, scratching at his jeans and resting his head on Dean’s tight, looking up at him. The pleading eyes is what does it. Dean closes his laptop shut to concede defeat and stand up but first he snaps a picture of him.

He wakes from where he's fallen asleep on the couch in Cas’ arms and finds their feet trapped by a heavy furry donut. He reaches for his phone on the coffee table and snaps a picture of him.

It gets – a little out of control, but Dean doesn’t realize it, not until Sam comes around one time and he's scrolling through his phone, saying, “Dude, how many pictures of Miracle have you got?”

A very pregnant Eileen rounds the kitchen table to look over his shoulder and raises her eyebrows. “Wow,” she says, “you got a problem.”

Dean leans over to snatch it away from his hands. “What are you talking about?" he says, but from just a quick look at his gallery it's pretty clear that she may be right.

There's Miracle. Then Miracle. One of Cas. Miracle and Cas. Miracle sans Cas. He and Cas. Sam and Eileen from when they all went to that restaurant on Saturday. Miracle. Cas. Miracle. Garth holding a plant? A colour palette for the guest room. Three of Miracle that look identical. The tap he's eyeing for their unfinished upstairs bathroom. Miracle again. Miracle as he's running in the park -

He puts his phone down. "It’s Cas, he’s always stealing my phone,” he says lamely, and he knows he doesn’t sound at all convincing so he adds, “And Jack wants me to send him pictures all the time.”

Eileen nods to herself, “God wants my brother in law to text him dog pics,” she says and signs, "Okay cool. Totally normal."

“Whatever. You’ll be worse than me when that one gets out,” he says pointing at Eileen’s belly. She laughs and Dean looks at her to say, “Sam will be one of those that shows pictures of their children to strangers, you know that, right?”

Behind Sam's back she silently signs, "I know," but Sam catches her anyway and bitchfaces them both, betrayed. “I’m not! And - we were talking about Dean and his obsession. I’m surprised you don’t have them framed all around the house.”

Cas chooses that moment to come in from the back door with Miracle in tow. “Not yet,” he says, amused.

Dean doesn’t even bother arguing, all he has eyes for is that fluffy ball running happily towards him, as if they haven’t seen each other less than an hour before. "There he is!" he says with a silly voice that makes Miracle wag his tail more energetically.

He crouches to take his head in his hands, "Did you have a good walk? Yes?” he says as Miracle wiggles like a fish in a net. He frees himself from his hold just to run around the kitchen table and get himself quickly pet by Sam and Eileen before going back to Dean with renewed energy, jumping on him and licking his cheek. Dean scratches behind his ears, “Uncle Sam is jealous cause he's as not photogenic as you. Well, he won’t get the awesome Christmas card we prepared for him this year, will he? He doesn’t deserve it.”

Cas has put away leash and waste bags and he's watching them with a smile. "We need to wash up," he says, so Dean plants a parting kiss on Miracle's snout and says, "Alright, go," but he stays put.

And yet, as soon as Cas says, "Come on, Miracle," he immediatly runs to his side and even anticipates him out of the room.

Dean stands up, throwing his hands in the air, “Can you believe this? He does everything he tells him, I say ‘sit’ and he licks my face.”

Sam and Eileen laugh at him and then Sam gets to his feet.

"We should go, we still need to go to the store," he says as they put their jacket on.

"Thanks for the coffee," signs Eileen, and then asks "Are we still on for Friday?"

"Yeah."

Sam says, "Cool. And if you find that picture I asked you in Miracle's personal photo book send it my way."

Dean flips him off.

"Add me to your dog mailing list," says Eileen when they get to the door and Dean rolls his eyes but gives her a hug and says, "I will."

Sam shouts "Bye Cas," immediatly followed by a "Bye, see you on Friday," coming from the bathroom down the hall.

Dean stays on the door to watch them as they get in the car and drive away.

Then he goes back to the kitchen, turns the radio on, washes up the coffee mugs and starts dinner.

When the timer dings, he turns off the oven, sets the table for two and goes to find Cas.

Sure enough, he's in the bedroom and he's fallen asleep on top of the covers with a hand on Miracle's back and him curled towards him, his head near Cas' shoulder.

Dean stops in his track. Flipping his family off in his mind, he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of the two.

Then carefully, as not to disturb Miracle, he climbs into bed to lay down right on top of Cas.

Cas makes a oof sound when he drops his weight on his chest but one of his arms circles him all the same.

"If you sleep now you're gonna be up all night," Dean says kissing his chin and jaw and any part of his face he can reach.

"Mh," says Cas cracking his eyes open, "you're heavy."

"Dinner is ready."

At that, Miracles lifts his head and his ears perks up, clearly interested in the conversation. He starts wagging his tail. Dean and Cas share an amused smile.

"Just another minute," says Cas.

"Alright," says Dean, planting one last kiss against his cheek, but when he tries to push himself up, Cas doesn't let him go.

He says, "Stay," and Dean doesn't need to hear it twice to collapse down once again. Miracle does the same; Dean closes his eyes and feels his wet nose against his forehead and his breath on his face as he gets comfortable.

"Wait, you meant that for me or Miracle?"

"Both," says Cas, one hand stroking his back, the other on Miracle's head. "Did you take a picture when you came in?"

"No," mumbles Dean, and then after a moment, "Maybe."

Cas huffs a laugh and Dean gets to feel it against his chest. He keeps his eyes closed and tries to match his breath with Cas' under him and Miracle's on his face and that's how he dozes off, smiling.

joining @bend-me-shape-me in doing this!

#SPNAdventCalendar2020 #deancas #deancas ficlet #saileen #destiel fanfic #miracle the dog #fluff #domesticity #i live here now #anyway when i picture deancas house it always looks like bobbys a little #also i never had a dog

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secretlynestaarcheron · 4 years

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Nesta Ballerina AU ~ should I write a one shot??

One shot:

Nesta stretched her arms above her head, before plopping them back on the comforter, yawning as she opened her eyes squinting at the beam of light peeking through her tiny window. She rips of the comforter, throwing her legs at the side, a new wave of excitement rushing through her.

She throws on a sweater and slips on her slippers as she pushes open the door of her room and enters the kitchen, living room, office, dance studio combo. Mor was already up, moving around the kitchen, bopping her head to the music that was playing from her phone.

“It’s show day!” Nesta yells.

Mor jumps turning to see Nesta. “It’s show day!” Mor screams back, jumping up and down. They had moved to New York together four years ago, going to school to be professional ballerinas, and then auditioning for company after company until they finally got in. “Celebratory pancakes?”

Nesta smiles as she slides onto one of the bar stools as Mor slides a plate in front of her. “Any news about the boyfriend?” Mor asks, stuffing a fork full of pancake into her mouth.

Nesta frowns, reaching forward to grab the jar of syrup, squeezing a little bit on top. She shrugs, “It’s not a big deal, he called me last night,” Nesta says, pushing her food around, “He couldn’t get off work, some important meeting tonight. He’s going to try and come next week.”

Mor bites her lip, reaching over to squeeze her hand, before pulling back and going back to her pancakes. “Issa okay, it’ll be so busy today, you won’t even miss him,” she replies. “I think almond milk lattes from Beans and then we head to the theater early and check everything out.”

Nesta nods, she was going to need all the coffee she can get, their director Amara wanted to do a few more run throughs of the show to touch up any mistakes before the first showing. Nesta’s ankles already ached from yesterday's rehearsal.

“So Rhysand and Azriel are both coming,” Mor responds, looking down at her phone. “Feyre is coming straight after work. I think she’s bringing her loser boyfriend, Tamlin or whatever. Elain and Lucien found a babysitter so they are coming. I haven’t heard from Amren.”

Nesta rolls her eyes. “I called her yesterday, she's coming. She just wanted to pull on your strings.”

There’s a knock on the door and Mor twirls as she moves towards it, Nesta pulling her phone out from her pocket to see a text from Cassian. Good luck tonight, beat all those other bunheads. She smiles, he meant well but as a professional hockey player he didn’t really get the whole non-competing thing.

“I think these are for you,” Mor sing-songs. Nesta quickly hits send on her message back and looks up at Mor who was holding a boutique of flowers. Nesta jumps out of her seat and grabs the flowers, looking for the card. Cassian.

She smiles, “Take a pic of me? I’ll send it to him,” she responds.

Mor grabs Nesta’s phone and snaps a picture. “Okay, now hurry up,” Mor replies, “I don’t want to be late.”

Nesta rolls her eyes as her friend pushes her into her room. “You don’t want to be late to get to the theater early?” she deadpans. Mor gives her a look before slamming the door. Nesta chuckles, sending the picture to Cassian. I’d rather have you but the flowers were a nice touch.

She hits send before putting on her leotard, slipping on a skirt and sweater, she slides on some boots before heading back out into the living room. “Look at this sweet video Elain sent me on snapchat,” Mor says, handing me the phone, it was Nesta niece in a tutu dancing around the living room. “I can’t believe it’s real, I feel like someone needs to pitch me and I’ll wake back up in small town Prythian, Rhode Island in Night Court Dance Studio.”

“Stars, remember how many times Feyre would get yelled at by Morta Queen?” Nesta asks as she grabs her dance bag and wallet and they make their way out of their crabby little apartment and down the narrow hall towards the exit. “She was so uncoordinated.”

Mor laughs as they move down the stairs and onto the busy street, squeezing through the people towards the coffee shop between their apartment and the theater. “And how Morta Queen used to bring her cat to rehearsals, she always wondered why our tights would always be ripped up,” Mor laughs as they clumsily fall into the door of the shop.

“Nesta! Mor! How nervous are you?” the barista behind the counter asks. “I can’t wait to see you guys perform, got my tickets for two weekends from now.”

Mor smiles and goes on a rant about how excited and nervous she is while Nesta can’t help but feel incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so many people that loved and supported her. She looks down at her phone, Cassian hadn’t responded to her last message but he was probably in his meeting.

She was hoping to call him before the show but as Mor thrusts a coffee in her hand and pulls the other out the door she knows that's a long shot. The halls are already bustling with chatter as they move towards their dressing room. Tutus and leotards littering the hall, the halls foggy from hairspray.

“I told you we would be late to be early,” Mor says, giving Nesta a pointed look as they move into the dressing room. Two girls are already inside breaking in their pointe shoes. One of them looks up and smiles, “Amara is already on a rampage, I’d get into practice gear quick,” she warns.

Nesta downs her coffee before grabbing her pointe shoes from her bag and following Mor out onto the stage.

A long draining couple of hours later, Mor and Nesta make their way back into the dressing room falling onto the couch. “No....energy,” Mor groans, her face pushed against a pillow. “My blisters have blisters.”

“Tell me about it,” Nesta says, falling into one of the makeup chairs and rubbing her feet. “Amara said we have ten minutes to get dressed and then be in hair and makeup so I am-,”

“Going to go call the boyfriend?” Mor ques, pushing herself into a sitting position, giving Nesta a taunting smile. “I’ll grab you a snack and bring it to you when we meet up for hair and makeup.”

Nesta grabs her phone and touches her chest. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” Nesta exclaims as she leaves the dressing room, shoving through the line of girls in puffy tutus until she's in the back alley. She hits his contact and then puts the phone to her ear.

She bites her nail as she listens to it ring. His voice booming through the speakers seconds later: You’ve reached Cassian Monte, you know what to do.

She pauses, wanting to hang up and pretend she never called. It was a pretty new relationship, they went to high school together but never spoke until two years ago when they met at some fancy dinner her school threw. She had absolutely hated him at first as he kept popping into her life.

She finally let him take her out on a date the last time he was in town five months ago. “Hey Cas, um, I am about to go on soon so I thought I’d give you a call-,” she pauses biting her lip. “I hope your meeting went well today.”

There's a pause and she feels like she should say no but she just hangs up. Blowing at a strain of hair that slipped out from her pony-tail. She still had a whole army of people coming to support her. Besides he had sent her flowers this morning, it’s not his fault that he had meetings.

She looks down at her phone as if he was about to call her but when she’s only met with a black screen she swallows and pushes her way back into the building, walking down the crowded halls and into her dressing room where she changed into her costume before finding Mor at a vanity.

“Hey lovebird,” Mor says, as she leaned forward in the mirror to apply mascara. “You didn’t talk long.”

Nesta gave her a tight smile, as she took the seat next to her, two crew members immediately moving to begin working on her hair. “Yeah, well, I have an opening night to get ready for!” she exclaims.

Mor smiles, handing Nesta a stack of cards, “Well wishes from the friends and family,” Mor says, turning away from her to begin speaking to the hairdresser as Nesta fingered through different cards from her friends and family.

I am super excited for you both but did you really have to seat me right next to the love of my life and her douche boyfriend Tamlin? Stars, someone needs to punch him. -Rhys

You both have been working so hard for this, I am so excited for both of you Nesta eyes squint as the handwriting becomes more scribbled and tinier. Sorry. Elain started crying. It’s Lucien. She wants me to write that she is proud of both of you and that you are both role models for Lucy. -Elain and Lucien

“Curtain is up in ten minutes, everyone!” a producer yells, clapping her hands, Mor turns to smile at Nesta.

“This is it,” Mor comments.

The show is a blur of motion and music, Nesta can’t express what she’s feeling when she steps forward to take her final bow. She is speechless when she exits the theater and her friends and family surround her, Elain pulling her into a tearful hug while Feyre gives her a boutique of flowers.

She turns to see a tall man that she had never seen before that Rhysand was causally glaring at. “You must be the boyfriend, Tamlin, we are grabbing drinks after-,” Nesta says. Feyre who stood next to him shakes her head, her eyes wide as if trying to give Nesta a message.

“Drinks?” Tamlin asks, turning to Feyre who immediately stops shaking her head and laughs. “No, uh remember I mentioned having a thing in the morning, so I can’t stay out late.”

Tamlin nods, “I’ll grab us a taxi,” he muses as he moves towards the street.

“You were beautiful, Nes. Mom would have been proud,” Feyre says, pulling Nesta into a hug. “If I ever say I am going on a date with him ever again please knock some sense into me.”

“Feyre, ready?” Tamlin calls.

She rolls her eyes as she moved towards the taxi. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Feyre yells at them before Tamlin shuts the door and sits in the passenger seat.

“Ick, who sits in the front of a taxi?” Rhysand complains.

Mor bumps his shoulder. “She wouldn’t go on all these terrible dates if you just admitted how you felt already,” she exclaims.

“I have, it’s her turn,” Rhysand retorts.

Nesta rolls her eyes at their stubborness before turning to Elain and Lucien. “One drink? The bar I am thinking is just around the corner,” Nesta says, pulling at her sisters hands as if to guide her.

Elain chuckles turning to look at Lucien who shrugs. “We did tell the babysitter we would be out late,” she says and Nesta let’s out a cheer as she wraps an arm around her sisters shoulder and guides them down the street.

A few of there cast mates were already there celebrating. Elain and Lucien only staying for one drink, while the rest kept going strong.

Nesta catches Mor staring down at her phone before smiling. “Wanna head back soon?” Mor calls over the music.

Nesta nods feeling the exhaustion set in. They didn’t have a show tomorrow but they did have rehearsals and then a show Sunday. She probably should stay out too late.

Mor disappears before coming back minutes later a mischievous smile on her face. “I actually got asked to go home with that pretty blue eyed brunette over there, do you mind?” Mor asks.

Nesta follows Mor finger, it was one of girls on the makeup crew. She wasn’t Mors usual type. “You deserve your happy ending, go for it,” Nesta says. “Text me or call me anytime, okay?”

Mor nods pulling her into a hug. “Text me when you make it home, I might have a package waiting on the doorstep mind bringing it in for me?”

Nesta rolls her eyes but nods, mor was always treating herself to an online shopping spree. She moves through the crowd of sweaty people rubbing arms and onto the almost empty street.

They lived three doors down so it was a quick walk to their apartment. Nesta looks on the doorstep for a package but doesn’t see anything as she slides in the key and twists the knob.

She pauses in the doorway when she flicks on the light and there was a stack of her favorite snacks and a new romcom dvd sitting on the counter, as well as the blankets from both their rooms spread out on the furniture to create a fort.

She raises an eyebrow as she shuts the door, moving deeper into the apartment. Someone in the fort mutters a curse before popping out and giving her a sheepish smile. “You weren’t supposed to be back yet,” Cassian says as he awkwardly gets out of the fort and stands up.

He scratches the back of his neck nervously as he looks at her and she realizes she hasn’t said anything. “I am sorry, is this overstepping? I guess I wouldn’t be too thrilled to have a guy-,”

“No, it’s-,” she pauses as she looks at the fort and she’s the laptop screen beaming through the opening. She drops her bag in the ground and moves quickly to him. She throws her arms around his neck and he tightens his around her waist, picking her up in one smooth motion. “I am just shocked that you're here. No one has done something like this before.”

He smiles as they pull away, she slides down so her feet touch the ground but he’s still holding tightly to her waist. “If you’re tired I get it, you did so well tonight. God, Nes, you looked stunning up there,” he whispers against her temple.

She looks up at him. “You were there? You saw my performance?” She asks with excitement dripping from her voice. She hated being out of the know but Cassian was glad he was able to surprise her.

“My flight was delayed, I almost didn’t make it. That’s why I didn’t answer when you called. I was still up in the air,” Cassian says. “I had to rush to the theater. I was standing all the way in the back, but I could still see you crush it.”

She laughs, pulling away from him and looking up at him seriously. “I missed you, a lot,” she says honestly.

“I missed you too,” he replies, pulling her back into his chest and stroking her hair. When she finally pulls away to shower and change she half expects him not to be there. That her dehydrated exhausted mind created a false reality but she opens her door he’s curled up in the fort waiting for her with a big bowl of popcorn.

Before she crawls in to join him, she looks over as her phone lights up with a new message from Mor. Did you like my package? Nesta smiles sending back a quick response and then crawling in the fort and curling up beside Cassian.

#nessian #acotar #cassian #nesta archeron #nessian fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #sjmaas #acotar instagram au #rhysand #acomaf

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joliebean · 4 years

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Simmer- Get To Know

Tagged by: @ice-creamforbreakfast tysm!! 🥰

Languages you speak: My first language is Russian. I can speak pretty fluently English and a bit of French.

Are you a mermaid: Ew I hate fish

Your Playstyle: I live in Blender, PS and s4s. Does it count for playing? :D I like making sims as well, and I even have a legacy in my game. Though I barely play it atm.

Your Simself Picture:

It’s an old pic from 2017 don’t sue me.

Stories or Gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: My body is ready for everything

Your favorite age state: Tbh I like playing all life stages, each of them have unique features! Ofc YA is the most exciting one since they are not limited and you can do most of things only with them, but limitations make the game fun, so I like children, teens, toddlers and elders too. If only infants weren’t so boring.

Your favorite season: Summer

Your favorite holiday: I assume in the sims game? I like winterfest a lot, and new year is fun too! I also always add leisure day to my game bc simmies deserve to have some fun in summertime. Irl I don’t have favourite holidays, they all make me sad :D

How was your day: I woke up 3 hrs ago so it’s pretty fine by far.

Your favorite career: The rabbit hole ones xD

Your favorite aspiration: There are basically no aspirations in ts4 so I’ll choose one from ts2. I guess it will be wealth, tbh I like to choose in ts4 life goals career\money related too. Romance\family will be my second favourite choice.

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: Seasons, Parenthood, Laundry Day

How old is your Simblr: I’ve started it in 2015 so this summer it will be 5 years old!

Have you woohooed: who wrote this question??

Your favorite skill: Handiness, Cooking, Photography, Charisma

The size of your mods folder: 5,75GB, mostly cas items

Your 3 favorite mods: 5 columns mod, ui cheat extensions, safe fireplaces ;D

Your interests (other than the sims): Videogames in general, makeup, scrolling memes when I should be sleeping

Your favorite Sim (picture if possible):

I’ve made her in 2018 and she’s my fav since then. I struggle not to put her on every single of my preview.

Same for this bad boy. He even made to my legacy, prob he’s one of favourite male sims I’ve ever made.

Which Sims games have you played (including mobile games): TS2 to TS4, Medieval, Castaway stories and that online Sims game on FB xD

Propose a crazy scheme: Don’t judge other ppl’s gameplay!

Best part of Simblr: I’ve met bunch of lovely people here, and the creativity of this community is something. Tbh the whole game depends on the community bc new content and improvements are released every single day by the community for free. No developer can do such a thing.

Worst part of Simblr: You steal from *creator name*!! Guys, we work with the same meshes, that’s why sometimes cc can be similar. Stop dissing others, when such incidents happen it is never intentionally. + toxic anon hate. I don’t understand why you spend your time sending someone hate. When I don’t like something, I just go further and never go back to this thing. Thankfully, it’s pretty easy to do on the Internet.

What other games you play: My favs are: Dragon Age, Mass Effect, The Witcher, Resident Evil, Nancy Drew (dont @ me). I play other games too but I dont bother to count them rn.

Other websites or accounts (Origin, Twitter, etc…): I have only twitter related to the sims, so you can check it in my nav if you’re interested

Are you single: yes, so set up me with your cute brothers and cousins who are around 20-30 y.o. 🤣

I tag @anotherplumbob @alxandergoth @ophelia-nygmos @ivypots @teekalu @furbynurbs @clumsyalienn @saurussims

#tag thing

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shealynn88 · 4 years

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TWENTY-FOUR CREAM OF THE CROP BDSM FICS!!

There are three main categories:

BDSM Alternate Universe (3): Au trope where everyone is born a dom or a sub.

Safe, Sane and Consensual (10): Mostly AUs where they have some experience in the scene and try to work through things in a healthy way. It’s not, always, because they’re them and messy and human. But these are typically on the more realistic side of things (at least the negotiation/agreement side).

Don’t Try This At Home (11) - dark, a lot of pain and bloodplay, characters handling themselves or each other in ways you probably shouldn’t put into practice..but reading them is HOT (for some of us, anyhow).

BDSM Alternate Universe: everyone is born a Dom or a Sub

all the other things by @reallyelegantsharkfish (Destiel) - Words: 8,439

Castiel is a dom at a service for unattached subs. Dean never knew being a sub didn’t have to hurt.

This is such an incredible story of kindness and healing. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s just gorgeous and sweet.

The Meaning On My Skin by @saltnhalo (Destiel) - Words: 82,787

Castiel despises everything about being a dom. Then he meets Dean, and begins to see there might be another way.

I love the way this weaves in the ‘born a dom’ au, insecure Cas, tattoo artist Dean, a lot of personal growth and some blazing hot, gentle BDSM.

Closer to Bound, Closer to Free by bendingsignpost (Destiel) - Words: 5,867

Sam is going far, and the country needs his leadership. So Dean holds off on what he wants to be sure nothing gets complicated. Even when he meets Cas.

This is an incredible take on the characters - the way Sam serves the greater good, the way Dean serves him. It’s an incredible take on the BDSM AU - the culture of it, the assumptions, the dynamics...it’s an incredible world built in very few words.

Safe, Sane, Consensual: trying to do their best in an imperfect world

riptides by @reallyelegantsharkfish (Destiel) - Words: 138,635

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

This is one of the most gorgeous things I’ve read in my existence. Truly. It is heartfelt, it is sweet, it is filthy, it gets into a vast number of kinks, the ups and downs of BDSM, delves into some dark and difficult character exploration, and ends up...transcendent. Read the tags, but then read the fic. You will not regret it.

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by @bendingsignpost (Destiel) - Words: 194,739

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

This is another one that is just...incredible. It is sweet, it is heartfelt, it is hot, it is a story of self discovery and mistaken identity and bravery, and it is a really great representation of something healthy growing out of a lot of angst and doubt.

Unsolicited by @dangerousnotbroken - (Destiel) Words: 56,348

Dean get a dick pic from a wrong number...and he cannot believe who it’s from.

Porn star Cas. Mechanic Dean. Hotness, sweetness, and a whole lotta fantastic sexy times ensue. This is just 100% fun and lovely.

Love, light me on fire by ThePornFairy (Destiel) - Words: 3,841

He took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to turn around and forget this, forget what he was about to do, just go back to never having to deal with it ever again. Instead, he threw the heavy object in his hand on the table before crossing his arms and all but glaring at his husband, whose smile disappeared as his eyes narrowed.

Incredible character exploration and seeing Dean as a masochist with self esteem issues is so true and the way Cas takes care of him is so lovely. It’s hurt/comfort, S/M style.

Kinetics by kittenbot (Destiel) - Words: 106,440

Set in the modern world without the supernatural, Dean is a sculptor and Castiel is a photographer. Castiel is also a Dom and Bakushi—an expert that ties people up in the traditional Japanese way; his specialty is suspension ties. Cas wants to show Dean how wonderful submission can be and he’s absolutely dying to tie Dean up and suspend him. Dean wants to let him.

A long, plotty, character exploration and BDSM scene exploration sort of fic. It will break your heart and heal you. I love this one so much.

Aesthetics in Autoerotica by @relucant (Destiel) - Words: 8,260(+)

Cas is a photography student doing an erotic shoot, Dean is a student who needs money and does some modeling on the side. It ends up being more than either of them expected.

This is incredibly hot and steamy and lovely - it has many of your kinky needs, and the BDSM starts slowly but there are gorgeous rope scenes and soft Dom!Cas is just delicious.

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17 (Destiel) - Words: 142,717

Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. The only outlet that’s been helpful is for him to have control over a sub. Dean is the novice submissive who may be his last hope.

This is lovely. It deals with some hard things, so read the tags and be ready for some emotional times, but it is beautifully handled, the character development is fantastic and the hotness is off the scales.

Cloud Nine by Ltleflrt (Destiel) - Words: 2,254

Alpha Cas is a sub, and his Omega is happy to take him apart when he needs it.

Some gorgeous role reversal A/B/O fic.

Send Me Thorns by nhpw (Destiel) - Words: 34,297

Castiel is an experienced masochist submissive whose first meeting with Dean doesn’t go well. But when they end up working together, Cas is forced to consider that there’s more to Dean than he’d realized.

An animal shelter, a masochist, an idiot with a dash of romance and insecurity - this is so lovely in so many ways. It’s sweet and hot and plotty and wonderful.

Russian to the Altar by @malmuses (Destiel) - Words: 144258

It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

Picture, if you will, Cas with a Russian accent, Dean baking cooking and cakes, the two of them married and having not a damn clue what to do with each other, except maybe crush from afar. Until they start having a D/s relationships as friends, which of COURSE isn’t how either of them feel. Slow burn, but with lots of sex, funny jokes, hot hot hot D/s scenes, a lot of desire to bash them both over the head, and then an ending that makes it all worth it. So good.

Don’t Try This At Home: it may not be healthy but it’s hot

Countin' One Two Three by Minxchester (ComeAlongPond14) (Dean/Cas/Sam/Gabriel+) - Words: 7,963

AU in which Sam and Dean Winchester are not relatively moral hunters who travel around saving people, but are instead road-tripping, bank-robbing, diner-dining rogues with nothing but their car, a slightly-too-intimate sibling relationship, and a passion for double-teaming cute waiters.

This is basically just a smutfest. If you’re looking for Wincest, it takes a very long time to get there, but it does happen. if you’re looking for WinCasWin, there’s plenty of that to soothe you before you get to any real brotherly sexy times. This is unabashed porn, and it is on FIRE.

Blind Date by @hazeldomain (Wincest) - Words: 1,489

Sam finds out Dean has a kink for anonymous gang bangs, and takes advantage of that to feed a kink of his own...

Some hot wincest pwp. Nothing more to say, it’s just smokin’. Non-con, officially, but ultimately desired.

All Inclusive K!ink by Amazonia_8 (WinCasWin) - Words: 29,552

Castiel has never been in a BDSM relationship, but he’s ready to fully submerge himself in the lifestyle. Dean has been a dom for a long time, but Cas is something entirely new and irresistable.

The second story in this series is my favorite, but this entire thing is just out of control hotness. Sub slave Cas, experienced Doms Dean and Sam. I love this take on the brothers, and on Cas, and the way it shows them working through their insecurities and unwillingness to communicate in order to help them develop a healthier relationship. Sam is brilliant and insightful and dark. Dean is sweet and thoughtful and a well meaning mess. Cas is inexperienced and stubborn, but he knows what he wants. This is definitely a go-to for me!

SextersAnon.com by @unforth (Destiel) - Words: 16,739

SextersAnon.com, is a site that helps like-minded individuals find each other for anonymous sexting. Dean and Cas have no idea what they’re getting themselves into when they match up!

This and it’s sequel Offline are just incredible. It is incredibly emotional and goes into a lot of difficult trauma and backstory. But it is absolutely incredible. Dean is a sadist, Cas is a masochist and they are a PERFECT match...if only they can get through all the baggage, history and fears that keep them apart. Grab a tissue box and have a friend available for comfort, and then go read this fic!!! (Happy ending, just a rough time getting there.)

Dirty Laundry by vipjuly (Destiel) - Words: 28,566

Dr. Castiel Novak is a leading name in the mental health community. When Dean Winchester, self-proclaimed Golden Gardens killer, lies down on his couch for the first time, Castiel feels it. Dean is exactly who he says he is.

Aw, yeah. That’s some quality murder husband fic, right there. This is supremely written dark destiel, and I am HERE FOR IT. The push/pull of it is very Hannibal-esque...it’s just lovely, dark and deep and stunning in the best ways.

Ancient Cultivars by @wingstocarryon (Sastiel) - Words: 7063

Castiel cries for the first time, and Sam doesn’t know what to do. He just does what he can.

This is such a deep and heartbreaking and beautiful exploration of Sam and Cas, on the same and opposite sides of the same trauma. It’s panic attacks and feeling at home and using pain to find a way back...it’s stunning and I can’t say enough about it.

Orpheus by sysrae (Destiel) - Words: 84,007

Dean keeps going back because he thinks he deserves what they give him. But when Castiel picks him up, it’s different. And it’s just the beginning.

Long, plotty, thought provoking AU exploration of Alistair and Dean and the aftermath of that. how Cas comes in not understanding any of it, but treating Dean kindly because that’s the way he is, and it’s hard and also needed so deeply. This is another one that’s just stunning and hard but so worth while.

Willing by @chiisana-sukima (Wincest) - Words: 13,466

After expelling Gadreel, Sam kills himself to close the Gates of Hell. Dean copes poorly alone, and then they cope poorly together.

The atmosphere of this fic is incredible - gritty, noir desaturated feeling to it. It’s subtle and thought provoking and you see Dean serve in a way he really doesn’t in canon, but the growth of it, the way he gets there, is utterly believable and perfect. This is absolutely one of my favorites of all time.

hurt me because you love me by blamethemusk (Sastiel) - Words: 4,374

Sam is a masochist. Castiel is not a sadist, but he can adapt.

Castiel serving the Winchesters in difficult ways is probably one of my favorite things. Here, Castiel gives Sam the pain he needs because no one else can. This is so dark and painful and so full of love. I can’t explain it. If you like some loving S/M, I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Rise Above It by @silver9mm (Destiel, Wincestiel) - Words: 10,692

Cas wants to show Dean that, despite what he did in Hell, he’s not a monster. Dean disagrees.

This is the darkest, hardest fic I’ve ever loved. Definitely heed the tags. BUT, it’s also gorgeous and full of an incredibly selfless love, and it has such strong characterization and exploration of motives and mindsets...truly a masterpiece.

Dollars & Cents by ekbe_vile (Destiel) - Words: 4,602

Dean has a taste for causing pain, and Cas takes it.

Heartbreaking, this one. But again, so much exploration of character in the giving and receiving of pain. There are threads of repentance and horror and challenges of self acceptance. So much packed into so few words.

Been Down So Long by BlindSwandive (Wincest) - Words: 14,404

Sam’s addicted to demon blood and Dean is willing to do absolutely anything to get him over it.

Dark, dark, dark. Non-con all the way. Sam needs demon blood and it’s making Dean crazy. This is so well done - you can see the downward spiral for them both. Sam is an unreliable narrator while experiencing withdrawal; Dean is coming unraveled trying to take care of an unwilling Sam. Chilling but gorgeous. If you like bloodplay/blood-drinking, this is the fic for you.

#shearecsfic

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schrijverr · 4 years

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Reacting to Destiel Pictures

Continuing like normal after everything that had happened. Dean has invited his husband, Cas, again to make a video in which take some time to react to picture of themselves throughout the years

Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: none, but tell me if you want me to tag something for you, cause I’ll do so happily without question!

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“I look like a rat, Dean.” Castiel deadpanned.

“No, you were the cutest ever!” Dean replied.

Cas pouted: “You only say that, because you love me.”

Dean gave him a quick peck and said: “That doesn’t make it less true, angel.”

Then the intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

Hi, Hunters! Welcome back.” Dean smiled, “Today I am with my husband, Castiel, and we’re reacting to old pictures of us.”

“Hello, everyone.” Cas greeted everyone.

“Disclaimer.” Dean said, “For anyone confused about the last time we had Cas on the channel. He did not murder me or brainwash me.”

Castiel nodded, but he did stare into the camera for a moment and Dean had used the moment to edit in a light blue glowing gleam in them. Just because he could and it was fun, he liked feeding the fire.

“Are you ready?” Dean asked, moving on. Cas nodded, then Dean turned to the audience and explained: “We have a laptop here where we are watching the photos, but I will display them on the screen here. Sam picked these images, so we both have no idea what is coming.”

The first image came up, it was from their first year at college. Castiel was sitting behind a desk, thick book in front of him. He had a small familiar frown on his face as he tried to concentrate on the text. Next to him was Dean, he also had a book in front of him, but he was looking into the camera and sticking out his tongue.

Both smiled at the image and Dean lovingly said: “Ahw, you were always a little nerd, weren’t ya.”

Cas rolled his eyes with a fond smile and said: “If I remember correctly, you did quite good in school as well.”

“Yeah,” Dean rubbed the back of his head with a blush and shrugged, “what a stable home life can do for you, you know.”

He clicked through to the next picture. This one was a bit older still at college, but they hadn’t confessed yet, despite both being in love. Dean commented that and noted: “How did we not see how smitten we were?”

Cas laughed: “I don’t know.”

In the picture they were both standing in front of a monument of some sort. Dean had slung his arm over Castiels shoulder and had pulled him close. They weren’t even looking into the camera, lost in each others eyes.

Dean told the camera: “This was after our second year at college. We took a trip with Sammy for the summer. He took this pic of us.”

“That was nice, we went to the beach. You taught me how to swim remember.” Cas said.

Dean smiled at the memory. “Yeah,” he said, “you were very cute. I think I used a picture of that in my fake documentary of you. The ones with the bee sunglasses?”

“Oh, yeah I remember that one.” Castiel laughed.

They went on to the next picture. This was from their graduation, they were both wearing the stupid robes. Cas was hugging Dean from behind, resting his head on Deans shoulder as he looked into the camera with a smile. Dean held the arm that was slung across his chest with two hands and also grinned in the camera.

Cas said: “We had been together for three weeks in this picture.”

“Ahw, look at that baby face.” Dean said, “So young and besotted.”

“You still are.” Cas ribbed him.

Dean just melted and agreed: “Yeah, I am.”

He gave Cas a quick kiss, before moving on to the next picture. That one was of their one year anniversary. They’d climbed a mountain together and asked a stranger on top of it to take a picture of them. Cas was on Deans back, his head resting on Deans head. Both were sweating, but they had smiles that took over their entire faces.

“This was our one year.” Dean explained, “We climbed a mountain. I was so tired when we reached the top.”

Cas nodded: “It’s a miracle we stayed up long enough for the picture.”

“Yeah.” Dean laughed, “I had to sit for like an hour, before we could head back down.”

He clicked to the following photo. It was a selfie he had taken to sent to Sam to explain why he couldn’t come to diner that night. He had completely forgotten about it, but it seemed Sam still had it. Dean smiled apologetically in the picture, while an obviously sick Cas was in the background.

Castiel immediately deadpanned: “I look like a rat, Dean.”

“No, you were the cutest ever!” Dean replied.

Cas pouted: “You only say that, because you love me.

Dean gave him a quick peck and said: “That doesn’t make it less true, angel. You are the cutest ever. I remember you wanted to cuddle the entire time, it was so sweet.”

Cas looked guilty and said: “I remember, you got sick the week after.”

Dean ruffled his hair and reassured him by saying: “And you cared for me, very sweetly. You even asked Ellen to make that soup I like.”

They moved on to the next one. It was one of Dean sleeping in the backseat of the Impala, over him lay a familiar trench coat. Dean asked: “Where does this photo come from?”

“I took it, when we were making that road trip.” Castiel answered, “I sent it to Sam, since he had asked how the trip was going. I believe I captured it ‘Going to wake up the angry bear’”

Dean pouted: “I’m not that grumpy in mornings.”

Cas smiled, but didn’t say anything. Dean looked offended, but his reaction was cut out.

The next picture was the same one they had framed above their bed. It was taken at their wedding. Dean was holding Cas in a bridal-carry, both grinning like idiots.

Both couldn’t help the same stupid grin that took over their faces. Dean said: “This was the best day of my life, I think. Never regretted it, angel.”

Cas smiled at him, eyes filled with love and he quickly embraced Dean as he said: “Me neither. My Dean.”

They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at the picture. Then Dean softly said: “I’m so glad I found you, Cas. I can’t imagine my life without you… or Claire for that matter.”

The last part had been edited out, along with the deep and teary kiss the two shared after it.

When it cut the new picture was shown on screen. Cas was standing at the door, coat already on, bag in hand. He was about to leave, but his tie had been crooked, so Dean was fixing it for him. They both had a fond look in their eyes as they smiled softly. Claire had taken that picture a week ago and sent it to Sam, saying ‘Papa and Pops are being gross again’

Dean smiled and wondered out loud: “When did we get so domestic.”

“Probably around the time we bought a house together and fell into a routine.” Cas said, before realizing it was rhetorical, so he added: “I think it suits us.”

Dean thought about his tumultuous youth and nodded and agreed: “Yeah it does.”

Castiel looked at the picture again, then reached for the laptop. Dean asked: “What are you doing, sunshine?”

“I’m sending this to myself, so I can make it my background.” Castiel answered.

Then it cut to the endcard. Dean said: “That was it for today, hope you enjoyed it.”

“I did.” Castiel said.

Dean smiled at him then turned back to the viewers: “Cas here enjoyed it, so leave a like for Cas. If you don’t want to miss out, subscribe and ring that bell. If you wanna watch more amazing Cas content you can click here and you can click here for just me. Which is also fun and just as handsome, but maybe not what you want.”

“Assbutt.” Cas said with an eyeroll.

“Still not a real swearword, darling.” Dean told him, turning back to the audience he said: “Bye Hunters, see you on the road.”

Then the video ended

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I cried at the wedding photo so

cute, my gay heart can’t take it

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Dudes, what’s up with the eye

glowy thing at 00:50 scary

angel Cas is back. I’m scared

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I didn’t know I needed Dean

asleep on the backseat under

Castiels coat until now, but

damn did I need it

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GUYS?? IS NO ONE

WONDERING WHO TOOK THAT LAST PICTURE? LIKE WHO WAS THERE???

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The fact that Dean got sick

because he couldn’t refuse hugs

from his husband is the best

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Alternate title: husbands being

soft and reminiscing

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Wtf? Assbutt? Who came up

with that shit? Fucking whack

bro

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Ahw they are so disgustingly

sweet

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Do you think Cass knows bear

also has a different meaning with

the gays? Is he innocent? Should

we tell him??

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Dean and Cas: tell us they went

on a road trip

Fanfic writers: WRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN

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#RR writing #supernatural #youtuber dean #destiel youtuber au #dean winchester #castiel/dean #castiel #Destiel AU #married destiel #Destiel #fluff #SPN #spn fanfic #spn AU

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ain-t-bovvered · 4 years

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15X11 Commentary

I’M AN ASSHOLE THAT FORGOT I STILL HAD THIS EPISODE TO FINISH LOL.

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Nat: 3

Nat: 2

Nat: 1

Nat: go

Giulia: lol that tapping tho

Zee: The hissing again

Giulia: Didn t need the hiss

Nat: All good thing must come to an end

Nat: Ew

Giulia: This song tho

Nat: "Big Sam left Seattle"

Zee: He’s too mousy

Giulia: DADDY

Zee: Oh the snacc

Zee: Tf?

Nat: Ah

Giulia: AAAH JEEZ

Nat: Yum

Giulia: he had to have that deep voice. Damn

Nat: Who dat

Zee: Of course

Giulia: Yummy

Giulia: I hope the Winchester won’t kill him

Giulia: Wow

Zee: Ouch

Zee: Welcome

Giulia: MY BABY

Nat: Ah the other daddy

Giulia: LOVE HIM

Zee: When did his voice get so deep?

Nat: snorts, they really went right

Giulia: WHY DIDN T THEY USE THE PHONE

Zee: Silent mode

Nat: SILENT MODE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION. I AGREE

Giulia: what a dad

Zee: Old school bitches

Nat: That smolder

Giulia: Change your diet

Zee: Damn. Does he really sound that deep?

Giulia: Jensen doesn t

Nat: Jensen doesn't but he does have a loud voice

Giulia: Compensating for last time’s kick

Giulia: HEWWO

Giulia: Agent Watts

Nat: Working a Case in Alaska

Giulia: Lizzo

Nat: I'm too old for this shit

Zee: Jack

Giulia: AAAAAH BB

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: AWE BABE

Nat: BABY

Giulia: AWE

Giulia: DON T

Giulia: MY HEART

Giulia: THAT FUCKING UGH

Giulia: WOW

Nat: LOL

Zee: Stop shouting y’all

Nat: WE'RE ON A BUDGET

Giulia: wow

Nat: Two forks

Nat: awe

Zee: Awe poor babies

Giulia: Snort he’s lactose intolerant

Nat: I feel you Dean

Zee: Nuts is good

Giulia: Nuts is good

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: NUTS IS GOOD

Zee: He should shut his face

Giulia: Yeah you are

Giulia: THAT POUT

Nat: Sort of an accident. Yeah

Giulia: DEAN CONTROL YOUR FACE

Giulia: sounds like a job for them

Nat: OH NO

Giulia: OH UH

Zee: He’s so done

Giulia: aaah not ready for cas reaction

Nat: CAS IS DONE

Giulia: AAAAH

Zee: I mean you can stab him but not baby

Zee: Oh shit

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: AW JACK

Nat: NO

Giulia: I DON T UNDERSTAND

Nat: WHY

Giulia: oh ok

Zee: A heart?

Nat: NO

Nat: JACK BB

Giulia: Lol those bar are always the same tho

Zee: Tf is that coin ?

Nat: Winchesters are broke

Zee: Two waters

Giulia: Waters

Nat: Two waters

Nat: PAX

Zee: Pax

Giulia: PAX

Nat: PAX THE SNAXX

Giulia: TO THE MAXX

Giulia: look at him

Nat: so deep

Zee: What she said

Giulia: He’s getting me distracted

Nat: touch it

Zee: Touch it

Giulia: TOUCH IT

Nat: i'd love to

Giulia: don t mind if I do

Giulia: Average

Zee: Control your fucking lips

Nat: lol of course "keep playing"

Zee: Is this the deep voice ep?

Nat: It's probably a criteria to be cast

Giulia: Can he stop with his hands

Nat: I know

Giulia: When he was 4

Nat: Swinging clubs before you were born snorts

Zee: Between naps and snacks

Giulia: The triangle right

Nat: you saw it too. THANK GOD

Giulia: of course.

My eyes went : ZOOOOOM

still me:

Nat: I swear it was on purpose

Giulia: He’s so strong

Giulia: Oh

Zee: I think I miss important

Nat: What

Nat: that fucking smolder

Nat: stop your lips

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: fuck off

Giulia: What she doesn’t say

Nat: oh oh

Giulia: I DON T LIKE IT

Zee: Lots of hands close-ups, I ain’t complaining

Giulia: ah

Giulia: Sam

Nat: Bundles of eggs?

Giulia: Witch hex bags

Giulia: IT’S REALLY NOT

Nat: ah

Zee: Does she really not know ?

Nat: OH, she knows

Giulia: Where is the snac

Zee: should have walked away

Zee: There’s one

Nat: What

Giulia: Ah

Giulia: MY OTHER BABY

Giulia: MURDER BABY

Nat: Wha does Jack want

Giulia: hearts

Zee: But why?

Nat: I'm on a roll

Zee: Sucks you in

Giulia: What he said

Nat: OnE mORe GamE

Giulia: I heard Daddy out of dean’s mouth and im not ok

Zee: I’m dying here

Giulia: NICE

Nat: He's so full of himself

Giulia: KICK MY ASS TOO

Giulia: SO COCKY

Zee: Smack is better

Giulia: NO KICK IT

Nat: oh no

Giulia: AWE

Zee: Rodeo

Giulia: are we spending this whole ep with jazz music and pool

Nat: Sam so proud

Zee: Hell of an ep

Giulia: Stop that tongue

Nat: Apparently not

Nat: OH shit

Nat: He ded

Zee: The crinkles

Zee: I’m dead

Giulia: Dean will be happy

Nat: Dean won't like this. He just involuntarily killed a man

Giulia: Yup

Zee: Great

Nat: shit

Giulia: Yup

Giulia: Awe Sam

Nat: Sam's always so righteous

Giulia: Well he actually doesn’t seem so bummed

Zee: Annoyingly so sometimes

Giulia: Baby treat me right

Giulia: AWE HE GOT IT RIGHT

Nat: No, because he's really set to beat Chuck

Giulia: yeah

Zee: Awe his face

Giulia: SNORT

Nat: Ah Cas showed his badge right?

Giulia: yeah

Nat: Did ya see?

Nat: He was holding it up the wrong way?

Giulia: .

Giulia: PAX

Nat: She's the one who played you, Dean!

Giulia: the fuck he is

Giulia: Dark castiel?

Zee: A what ?

Giulia: With that black trench coat

Zee: I want cas dressed like that

Giulia: He should have had the black trench. In the promo he was

Giulia: Ok but how is Jack alright now

Nat: Billy got work for him

Zee: Hello

Giulia: HEY SNACC

Nat: See. It's her

Giulia: AWE SO YUMMY

Nat: He's bulkier than Dean

Nat: I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE SONS

Giulia: Can I be in that sandwich tho

Nat: A beach read?

Zee: Beach read

Giulia: Beach read

Giulia: Wow

Nat: YES YOU ARE BABY

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAH

Nat: TOLSTOY

Giulia: TOLSTOY

Nat: Tell her

Giulia: don t touch sam

Giulia: OF COURSE SAM

Zee: Oh come on

Giulia: HEY STOP THAT

Zee: Thanks for the recap

Giulia: so tired of people hurting my innocent baby ok

Nat: Jack's not afraid because he knows that he's gonna come back

Giulia: Completely innocent

Giulia: U like children

Giulia: Yuck

Giulia: Kill him

Nat: YEAH you fucking pedo

Giulia: AAAAAH

Giulia: DAD

Nat: so billy sends Jack out to kill those

Giulia: NICE

Zee: Dad to the rescue

Giulia: I AM NOT PREPARED

Nat: That eyebrow

Zee: We could use some more light

Giulia: SOB

Nat: Sammy you got this

Giulia: He is so worried

Zee: So focused

Nat: Liver failure... and she looks at Dean lol

Giulia: Liver failure

Zee: THE god

Giulia: Little guy

Giulia: Squirrley as hell

Zee: Welcome to the club

Nat: When you apes climbed down from the trees... aw

Giulia: Thanks

Giulia: Oh this is actually interesting tho

Nat: Get her on board and then go against Chuck

Zee: She knows Chuck

Nat: I mean

Giulia: All the gods

Zee: And when you lose

Nat: Dean lol

Giulia: YAS SAM

Zee: Learnt from my brother

Giulia: No stop it

Nat: NO

Giulia: NO

Zee: There’s always a catch

Nat: DON'T

Giulia: STOP

Zee: They will say yes

Giulia: OF COURSE

Nat: WHY DID KNOW THAT SAM WOULD SAY YES

Giulia: AWE SAM

Giulia: not to the Winchesters

Zee: 15 years

Nat: Ok, but now beat her alright

Giulia: SUCH HEROES

Nat: But like, she fucking lives in a pool hall. What are the odds

Giulia: I ‘m sick of this music and pool tho

Nat: Hate it

Nat: NO

Giulia: Of course

Nat: Are they gonna die

Zee: Fuck

Zee: They can’t yet

Giulia: Thanks

Nat: Ah right, still 9 episodes to go

Nat: Our luck will do that on its own

Giulia: Awe

Nat: Wait what

Zee: She let them out

Giulia: Sob

Zee: Our kind

Nat: Awe

Nat: She helps them

Zee: Make him play yours

Giulia: Make him play yours

Zee: Mojo back

Giulia: Awe are they back to normal

Nat: Awe

Zee: Yes

Nat: Good

Giulia: Dean stuffing his mouth with cheese

Nat: Scratcher

Nat: lol

Zee: Porn

Giulia: Sob

Giulia: What was that high note lol

Nat: Back to back double cheese burgers

Nat: Oh oh

Zee: Wait for it

Nat: Oh oh

Giulia: can t wait for jack

Nat: Oh Oh

Nat: OOOHHHHH

Giulia: SOB

Giulia: HEWWO

Nat: AAAAHHHHHH

Zee: So much hurt

Giulia: AAAAAAAAAAAH

Giulia: SAAAAM

Nat: I didn't think I would cry

Giulia: SOB

Giulia: NO

Giulia: STOP DEANP

Giulia: HE LOOKS AT CAS

Zee: Our son is back

Giulia: SOB

Zee: And you let him?

Nat: every day I wanted to come HOME

Giulia: awe Jack bb

Giulia: Grandfather

Nat: He's afraid of me.

Giulia: YES HE IS

Nat: JACK WILL BECOME THE NEW GOD

Giulia: OF COURSE

Giulia: but they just said that there can’t be no god

Zee: So it won’t be the Winchesters?

Nat: It's plausible that Jack will take over.

Nat: He's not God-god. He's Jack-god.

Nat: Ok, so promo then I need to leave

Giulia: UGH

Giulia: if don’t come I’m dead

Giulia: ...same

Giulia: Snort

Giulia: I need Jesus

Nat: What I say

Zee: March 16!

Zee: Hate it

Nat: Sob

Zee: It’s been established

Giulia: I just wish they could change the finale date

Zee: I mean why do they have to drag it like that?

Giulia: There are festivities or some shit idk

Giulia: The superbowl?

Giulia: Whatever

Zee: Oh that shit is on?

Zee: We have a month and a half to find a solution

Nat: There. He showed it the wrong way first?

Zee: Yeah he did

Zee: Lovely dork

Giulia: Ah shit I was writing here and look after he turned it around

Zee: Me too

Nat: Yes hi hello, this is Pax the Snaxx

Zee: Yes hi hello

Giulia: Fuck

Zee: I didn’t ask for this

Nat: Apparently, I don't care

Zee: Apparently you’re a bitch

Nat: Apparently, he's not been always a snaxx

Nat: Because

Nat: snorts

Giulia: Aaaaand it’s gone

Giulia: I love beards, my god

Zee: So fucking vanilla

Giulia: I can’t taste anything

Giulia: This tho?

....the flavour is amazing

Giulia: Yum

Zee: I can’t complain about this flavor either

Zee: Nat started chaos and now she’s sitting somewhere laughing like the evil bitch she is

Nat: No, like I've seen other pics of him and I will spare it for you. But like in the ep he's a damn fucking main course

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You take my breath away - part III

I had so much fun writing this part! Enjoy and please let me know what you think

Part I, Part II

As usual while reading this fic you need to pretend that Dominique was given much more space on the storyline, just like to the other love interests of the boys. Of course it is just fiction, even though I tried to make it as realistic as possible. I know it might seem a bit confusing so if you have any questions or if you’d like to let me know what you think of it just know that my DMs and Inbox are always open :)

Summary: reader has always dreamt of being an actress and she gets the chance of a lifetime when she’s cast as Dominique Beyrand in the infamous biopic about the legend himself, Freddie Mercury. But what will happen when she gets to know better the man who plays his love interest in the movie, Roger Taylor? Will Ben and Y/N’s story be as lucky as the one of characters they portray or will they be starcrossed lovers? Because it happens that things might get complicated because of Ellie, Ben’s long-term girlfriend.

there are a few visual evidence ;)

South London - December 21st, 2017

Being busy helped you not to think about Ben. You’d been foolish to think that he might actually be interested in you, his co-star. Because that’s all you were — his fictional love interest. And you had to get over it.

You tried to fully enjoy your free time with your family and friends after wrapping on BoRhap. “Did you already write your letter to Santa?” Your six-years-old nephew was sitting on your lap, his head resting on your chest as you gently rubbed his back.

“Yes, mommy helped me out with it.” You smiled by hearing his soft, sleepy voice.

“And what did you ask Santa for?”

His answer made your heart sank and melt at the same time. “A drum set, just like the one that’s in your movie, auntie.”

You remembered facetiming your sister while being on set. That day Ben had tweaked his drums – why didn’t it sound like a news to you? – and Gwil was mocking him for that. Your nephew had popped up on the camera just when you were filming Ben, who was trying to fix the mess he made.

He had given Francis the biggest of the smiles, but the kid’s eyes were all for the magnificent drum set. And that’s the reason why his request to Santa didn’t surprise you at all.

While Francis was falling asleep on your lap, you managed to get your phone, opening the Whatsapp group you had with the rest of the cast and which you hoped no one ever sees.

You: How to react when your nephew asks you Roger’s drum set as a Christmas present? Asking for a friend.

You bit your lip as you waited for them to read, but you didn’t have to wait long — Joe was already typing.

Joe: Just buy him a bass, woman

You tried not to chuckle at his answer in order not to wake the baby up. The rest of the boys joined the conversation.

Lucy: You’re doomed

You: I guess I am

Gwil: Try on Wikihow

You: 🤦‍♀️

Rami: I’ll pretend I didn’t read that

And your heart speeded up when you noticed Ben was typing, too.

Ben: they boy has good tastes 😉

Your smile grew wider by reading his reply and just for a moment everything seemed normal between the two of you. No Ellie, no kissing, no feelings. Just you and Ben. Your phone buzzed again as you got other messages.

Joe: don’t act like it isn’t your fault, man

Lucy: lol just don’t tell Roger

You: no way

Gwil: Alexa play Money, money, money by ABBA

Aaaand Ben was typing again – which was pretty normal, given that you were in a group chat. But that didn’t stop your heart from racing in your chest.

Ben: I’m afraid I can’t take credits for that

Actually it was because of him but there was no need for him to know that.

Allen: what’s going on??

Rami: just Y/N’s nephew asking for Roger’s drums

Allen: I thought kids still played with Lego’s?

Oh and before I forget

I’ll see y’all in a couple of days, right?

Crap. You’d forgotten that Allen was getting married and you were all invited to the ceremony, which happened to be in California. The bop of the phone brought you back from your thoughts.

Lucy: sure thing

And shortly after she sent a picture of her and Rami with their thumbs up. Theirs were the biggest smiles you’d ever seen. Gwil did the same, sending a picture of him with his fist raised and a warm smile on his face. You couldn’t help but notice he was wearing a Wales shirt, his favourite one. “I’ll be there!”, he texted right after sending the picture.

You decided to send one too right after seeing Joe’s one. He was clearly jogging, given his messy hair and the fact that he had his headphones on. He was wearing a shirt of a bright pink and he was standing right next to a flower of the same colour. “Count on me”, He texted, adding shortly after “I’ll match with the flower.”

You took a picture of you and Francis – who was still asleep – but it took you a few moments to decide whether to send it or not. There was a tight smile in your face as your cheek rested on Francis’ head, his angelic features relaxed while sleeping. You were looking straight at the camera and after giving it a better look, it became your favourite picture.

But you tended to overthink on everything, even on pictures you were supposed to send to your friends. At the end you sent it anyways, adding a text. “Ofc! Hopefully he’ll wake up by then.”

Lucy replied to your message with the heart eyes emoji and you were about to put the phone away when you got another message.

It was Ben’s pic; the first thing you noticed – aside that he was handsome as hell – was that he looked tired. You didn’t see the typical sparkle that usually lit up his eyes. If you had to be completely honest with yourself you missed seeing his beautiful face in the morning or spending whole nights in his company.

Santa Ynez Valley (CA) – January 5th, 2018

“This damn thing”, You heard Joe say under his breath in front of the mirror. You turned towards him with your brows narrowed just to see him struggle with his tie.

“Maz, wait.” You sighed deeply and walked towards him. You’d given him that nickname after watching Undrafted together, the movie he’d directed and produced, and somehow it just stuck to him.

You moved away his hands from the tie, stopping him from trying – and fail again – to do a decent knot. You gave him an amused look right when he looked at you with gratitude, starting to do it for him just like your mom had taught you to do.

“Ties are the devil’s tools.”

You chuckled at his words, moving your gaze to him just for an instant before turning your attention back to the tie. “Don’t be overdramatic.”

“Oh, you know I am.” You grinned at him and just when you finished your job someone knocked at the door.

“Mate, are you ready?” Ben’s deep voice came crystal clear to your ears. Your heart started racing in your chest and by the look Joe gave you, you knew he suspected something.

“Yeah, coming!”, He replied and while he walked towards the door you adjusted the folds of your dress, giving a quick look at your hair through the mirror just to make sure it was fine.

You were so bloody nervous that your hands began to get sweaty. Joe gave you a quick look from above his shoulder before opening the door. Ben didn’t notice you at first so you had the chance to give him a better look.

You weren’t surprised to see him in a black suit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t leave you speechless. He had his hair back and it was oddly in order but it highlighted the shining of his green eyes, which seemed even more clear than you remembered.

“I was sure to see you with your tie undone, buddy”, He said in an amused tone, nodding towards the know you’d made. He peeked out his tongue as he used to do and in that moment you wish you could kill the butterflies in your stomach.

He’s not your man, you kept saying to yourself.

Joe softly laughed at his words, pointing at you with a thumb. “Y/N was here to save the day.”

And that’s when Ben’s gaze moved to the back of the room, looking straight at you. You felt his gaze raking your body before meeting your eyes. His lips were a bit parted in surprise and he slowly raised a corner of his lips in a tight smile. “Y/N.”

He pronounced your name like if it was a praise and you shyly smiled at him. “Hey, Ben.”

You heard Joe sigh and you were pretty sure he rolled his eyes at the two of you. He murmured something under his breath before saying out loud “I’ll see you downstairs.”

Ben didn’t seem to pay him attention when he walked past him and shortly after you heard his footsteps walking down the stairs. You forced yourself to move your gaze away from him, grabbing your purse and giving a last look at the room to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

When you joined Ben in the hallway, closing the door behind you, his gaze was still on you. “You still blush?”, He murmured in an amused tone and you wondered if he’d ever stop asking you that.

“Oh, shut up, Jones.” He giggled at your words and the two of you, one right next to the other, started to walk towards the stairs. In the hallway you crossed two or three people and given that they were all dressed elegant you were pretty sure they were heading to the wedding, too.

“You look gorgeous.” You bit the interior of your cheeks at his words, giving him a look with the corner of your eyes.

“You look good, too. But you know that exist other colours beside black, right?”

“Don’t sass me, wifey.” You grinned at him and you gave yourself a second to appreciate his presence next to you. You had bloody missed him and now that you were together again, that night at the pub seemed to be forgotten. Seemed, because you couldn’t forget how humiliated you felt when he left you.

Ben was looking at you with a grin, his gaze raking your body once again. You felt flattered by the fact that he couldn’t stop looking at you and you couldn’t help but smile in victory. He even tried to place a hand in your back while walking through the hallway and if at first you couldn’t bring yourself to move his hand away because of the shivers his touch sent down your spine, subsequently you pulled your arm back and gently moved it away.

“Hands off, Jones”, You said with a half-smile, meeting his gaze. “I don’t want to be chased by any angry girlfriend.”

He let out a small laughter and even if by now you were in a dangerous ground, you felt pretty confident. “At least take my arm, I don’t wanna see you roll down the stairs.” And by saying so he offered you his arm, which you gratefully accepted.

As you focused not to stumble over the stairs with your heels, Ben’s tone suddenly changed. “There isn’t any angry girlfriend.”

You suddenly felt a knot in your throat and you didn’t look at him, afraid that if you did you’d loose your balance. “Yeah, like for the last time.” You didn’t mean to say these words but now the damage was done.

He turned his head towards you and you could feel him staring at you; thankfully you were at the last step of the stairs. “For real this time.” You were about to let go of his arm but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so when meeting his eyes, looking at you like you were the only woman in the room. And maybe that’s how he saw you.

You looked away from him when you heard Allen drawing the attention of those presents from the garden where the ceremony would take place, so you murmured “We’ll talk later.” And he just nodded at you.

The whole ceremony was touching and you had to admit you even teared up a little, gaining some amused looks by Joe and Gwil. It was an emotional moment to see a person you cared about making a move that important – and besides, Lucy had teary eyes, too.

The whole crowd cheered up by hearing their “I do” and right after the ceremony you and the boys went to congratulate with them. Their smiles were unbelievably contagious and they just couldn’t stop looking at each other.

The alfresco ceremony started shortly after ad it took place in the amazing garden of the resort. Among the rest of the guests you spotted a few popular faces such as ‪Lea Michele‬ and ‪Darren Criss‬, who started to sing shortly after.‬‬‬‬‬‬

You were taking a sip of your champagne when you suddenly realised you were alone. Rami and Lucy were already on the dance floor, her arms around his neck as the slowly followed the rhythm of the music. Gwil was dancing with his girlfriend, too, and Joe and Ben were having a chat near the buffet table.

You were about to take a seat in one of the closest tables when you noticed someone approaching you. “Hey.”

You raised your gaze just to meet a handsome ginger. “Hi”, You replied hesitantly.

“I’m Seth”, The man said, extending you a hand. “I’m the brother of the bride.” He could’ve been two or three years older than you and you couldn’t help but notice that he looked good. “Oh, right. I’m Y/N.” You shook his hand, giving him a big smile.

“Are you Allen’s friend?”, He politely asked and you nodded your head ‘yes’ at his question.

“Yeah, we met on set.”

“Of Bohemian Rhapsody?” He seemed amazed and surprised by the fact that you were an actress. Well, who wouldn’t? Your face wasn’t exactly well known.

“Yeah”, You said once again and you felt your cheeks turning rose. He noticed your reaction and his smile grew wider.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying not to freak out. I’m surrounded by actors.” You let out a small laugh and you nodded in comprehension, giving a look at the rest of the guests. You noticed Ben looking at you, probably even not paying attention to what Joe was telling him. You quickly looked away, focusing again on Seth.

“We’re not aliens, y’know”, You replied in an amused tone and he gave you an apologetic look.

“Oh no, no. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude. It’s just… never mind. What d’ya think if to make up for it—”

But Seth never finished his sentence because the two of you were interrupted by a new voice. “Hey, babe.”

You looked above your shoulder just to see Ben standing behind you, an arm surrounding your waist as he looked at you with a smile. You narrowed your brows, looking at Seth first — who was staring at Ben with a confused look — and then at him. “Hey”, You simply replied, not knowing what game he was playing.

He nodded towards the dance floor, saying without paying the smallest attention to Seth “Shall we dance?” And you gave an apologetic look at the ginger before following Ben at the centre of the floor.

“What was that?”, You asked him in an amused but confused look. He placed both his hands on your hips, pulling your body closer to his. You hesitantly surrounded his neck with an arm, placing the other hand on his chest. You could easily feel his heart beating as fast as yours.

Lea Michele and Darren Criss — who had kindly offered to sing when the band that Allen hired couldn’t play because of the weather — were still playing in the background one of your favourites song: My Eyes by ‪The Lumineers‬.‬‬‬

“What?”, Ben asked with a brow raised. You raised your chin to meet his eyes – the last time you’d been this close you ended up kissing. And for as much as you liked it, you weren’t going to do it again. Not when he was still thinking about someone else.

“You literally dragged me away”, You managed to say as he lowered his gaze to your lips. Your breath become heavier under his staring gaze and the way he was gently caressing your hip with his thumb didn’t help at all. “Ben”, You whispered, almost begging him to stop. But you didn’t want him to.

His eyes were again fixed on yours when he spoke again. “I’ve broken up with Ellie. For real this time.”

You sighed deeply, looking at his green eyes while thinking at his words. “Sometimes breaking up doesn’t mean not to be still in love with someone.”

“She’ll always be important to me. I mean, we’ve been together since we were like nineteen, but it’s over now.” And he seemed sure of his words. You bit your lower lip, looking away from him in order to think clearly. And you couldn’t do that with his eyes fixed on yours.

You placed your forehead on his chest, taking deep breaths as you could feel your head fighting with your heart. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and lowering under your forehead. Ben surrounded your back with one arm, placing his cheek on your head. It took him a few moments to speak again. “I’ve missed this.”

“I missed it, too.”

London - February 7th, 2018

Plenty of big, rectangular screens had been placed in every wall of the room, in which were projected old pictures of the band and new stills of the movie. There was also a small stage in where a band was playing Queen songs.

You never thought you’d spend the BoRhap wrap party — also called BoWrap — singing Queen songs at the top of your lungs between a drink and the other. But thanks exactly what you were doing.

“Y/N, come on up here!” You bursted into laughter by hearing Lucy calling you through the mic. You raised your arm in the air, letting out a little scream of excitement before finishing your drink in one gulp and starting to walk towards the stage.

You grinned at Clara and Rachael while walking past them on your way to the stage and you grabbed the hand Rami was extending you to join them. Somehow you ended up holding a microphone and singing — or better, shouting — the words of Radio Ga-Ga alongside with Lucy and Rami.

From the stage you could easily see the rest of the room, which was illuminated with a pink light. Everyone was there — every member of the cast and crew, even Roger, Sarina, Brian and Anita.

But you were looking for one person in particular — Ben was standing in the front row, a drink in his hand and a grin in his face. He was already looking at you and probably for the first time ever you didn’t blush. Ah, the power of alcohol.

“All we hear is radio gaga, radio goo goo”, You sang to the mic, trying to clap with your free hand. Lucy moved closer to you and started to sing, too before the two of you bursted into laughter. Joe and Gwil were also singing, clapping their hands by following the rhythm of the song.

“He can’t take his eyes off you”, Lucy murmured in your ear, pushing away the mic from you. You quickly turned towards her with a surprised look, your lips parted as you met her amused gaze. “Lucy!”

“What? It’s true!” She couldn’t have been more obvious by the way she nodded towards him. And the thing was, she was right. The way Ben was looking at you sent shivers all over your body.

When he noticed you were staring at him he raised a corner of his lips in an amused grin to which you replied with a big smile. The song wasn’t even over yet when somehow you managed to get off the stage without stumbling. He was standing there, not so far away from you, in his dark jeans and grey sweater.

“Hey, stranger”, You said when you moved closer to him, giving him a tight smile.

“Didn’t know that hidden talent of yours”, He replied, nodding towards the stage. You let out a soft laughter, shaking your head.

“That’s nothing.” His green eyes were fixed on yours and he gave you a look you couldn’t read. You didn’t like the things his stare made you feel and you looked away from him, when you spotted something at the corner of the room. “Is that...” You started to say in excitement, gaining a confused look by Ben. “A photo booth?”

“What?”, He asked with a small laugh, following your gaze to that spot. You grabbed him by his hand, his gentle touch once again on you. “Please, please come with me.”

Maybe it was the look on your face, maybe it was your excitement, but somehow he agree on coming with you.

“‘right, fine”, He said with a big smile and you were about to clap your hands when you noticed he was still holding your hand. “C’mon”, He added, and you followed him through the crowd.

You waited for him to insert the coins and while doing so he gave you an amused look by noticing your excitement. “You’re cute.”

You narrowed your eyes at his words and it might’ve been silly or you, but you just couldn’t stop smiling. “Thanks?”

I want to break free was playing in the background as the two of you entered the booth. It was small, though, and one could barely move in there.

“Uhm.” Ben was giving a look around him and you could easily see the inner workings in his brain try to find a solution, but you both had too many drinks to think clearly.

“‘kay, how about you sit in my lap? I’ll behave, I promise.” You narrowed your brows at his proposal, looking at him while he took his seat. You nodded in agreement — probably because of the alcohol — and you took a deep breath before doing so. You noticed the bin of his Adam apple and by the look in his eyes you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“It’s gonna be so much fun!” He smiled at your words, his arm surrounding your waist and yours was around his shoulders. Your cheek was right next to his and that’s when the first photo was taken.

“I wasn’t ready!”, He complained and you looked at him with a big smile.

“C’mon, Ben. Don’t be so serious.” You turned again towards the camera and you pulled out your tongue for the next picture.

Ben in the meantime was mouthing ‘God knows!’ as the song played in the background and that’s why he was all so pouty in the next picture.

For the third one you parted your lips and it captured Ben’s hand on his way to your face. And for the next one Ben placed a kiss on your cheek, your smile bigger than ever. You’d been taken aback and that’s why you turned towards him with a surprised look “Ben!”

Man, if you thought you’d been taken aback a few moments before, thanks because you didn’t know what was waiting. Ben’s hand was still on your cheek when he crushed your lips into yours. You immediately kissed him back, placing a hand on his chest. You both forgot about the pictures the moment you felt his tongue asking for permission to deepen the kiss, and you let him. His hand moved to your hip and he gently caressed your bare skin given that your shirt had lifted up a bit.

The little, hot moan that escaped his mouth made you crave for more, if it wasn’t for the curtain of the booth that swung open.

“Shit!”, Joe said, immediately closing in again. You backed away from Ben’s lips and you giggled.

“Go away, Maz!”, You shouted and you didn’t have to wait for long for him to shout back “Go get a room!”

And that’s when Ben said in an amused tone “Shall we follow his advice?” Just the idea left you speechless and that’s why it took you a few moments to answer. “Oh, shut up.”

Ben giggled but despite your words, you were considering his proposal for real and Ben noticed it by the look in your eyes. Oh man, you were doomed.

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What About Us?

Pairings: Dean/Cas (endgame), Cas/April, Dean/April Rating: Mature (What!?) Word Count: 9417 Warnings: There’s no actual sex? Sorry? Seriously though. Implied Domestic Abuse (Not Dean/Cas), Implied Demiphobia. Implied Homophobia. Infidelity (Not Dean/Cas) On Ao3

Dean's hand went flying to his nightstand as he heard the loud vibrations of a cellphone going off, pulling him out of his slumber. His hand wrapped around his phone and he pulled it close, able to see that it was 1 AM. However, it wasn't his phone ringing. He set the phone down and rolled back over, kissing his girlfriend April on her shoulder. "Babe, your phone is going off."

April nuzzled in closer before sitting up abruptly. "What!?" She looked around before sliding to the edge of the bed to grab her phone out of her pants pocket. "Shit!" She answered the phone. "Hey, Daphne!" April pulled her pants on while listening to her friend. "No, I haven't seen him. I've been a little wrapped up." She bent back over and picked up her shirt and slid it on. "I'm not his keeper."

Dean sat up in the bed and turned his lamp on low to help April search for her things. "Well, I'm sorry that he stormed in and out on you like that." Dean's head tilted in confusion. He wasn't sure who April was talking about, but it didn't sound good. "Fine. I'll try and give him a call for you. I'll call you back if I hear anything Daph." April hung up the phone and walked around the foot of the bed, before stopping next to Dean. "Sorry to run out on you like this."

"It's all good. You don't like spending the night anyway." Dean shrugged. "Daphne having guy issues?"

"You can say that." April leaned in and kissed Dean's cheek. "I'm gonna use the restroom then head out, ok?"

"Of course, Babe." Dean nodded. "Just lock up after yourself and drive safe, ok?"

"I always do." April blew him a kiss as she walked out of Dean's room and to the restroom. After a quick check-up, making sure her make up was still good, her hair was still in place, and her clothes looked good, April flushed the toilet and headed out.

A short drive later, April pulled into her driveway. Another car was there, and she sighed heavily. She gave herself one more look over in her rearview mirror before hopping out of her car and heading into her home.

Not alarmed by her front door being unlocked, April let herself in, dropping her keys into a dish and hanging her purse off of the banister. She climbed the stairs toward the top level of her home and saw a figure sitting at her kitchen table. She could smell the bergamot before she even got next to the not-so-mysterious person, and wrapped her arms in an embrace around his neck. "Hiya, Baby."

Blue eyes looked up at her, a storm threatening to darken them. "That's all you're going to say?"

"Castiel, what do you want me to say? Sorry you missed me at the bar? I got a headache and went for a drive." April sat next to him and took his hand. "The music was too loud, the air was too stuffy. I just needed to get out of there. I may have also had a couple of drinks, so that didn't help."

"So why didn't you call? Or answer your cell?" Castiel's eyes grew wide in surprise and frustration. "Instead you went for a drive while intoxicated? What if you had gotten in an accident?" He cupped his forehead in his hands. "Look, I don't like being the overbearing boyfriend, or looks like they're following you, but you've been acting strangely lately. And you just admitted you drank and drove?" Castiel shook his head. "April, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry babe. I appreciate that you worry about me, I do." April held her hand out. "I'm just, I'm stressed, frazzled. I need to relax."

Castiel smiled sympathetically and took her hand. "Well what are you doing this weekend? Maybe we can go away?"

"Let me see." April used her free hand to reach for her phone. It wasn't in either of her pockets. "Uh, let me go grab my purse. I think I left my phone in there." She let go of Cas' hand and ran down the stairs and dug into her purse. "Shit."

Castiel looked down at her from the top of the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"I lost my phone." She patted her pockets again, doing the lost phone macarena.

"I can call it." Castiel went to grab his phone.

April ran back up the stairs. "You know what, don't worry about it." She took his hands and held them. "It's either in my car, or it's at the bar," she faked a smile, realizing that she never picked it up off of the sink in Dean's bathroom. "I'll check tomorrow. I think it was also low on battery, so no big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure baby. Why don't we go get ready for bed? We've both got work tomorrow, and we should get some rest."

"Tomorrow is Saturday." Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "Neither of us work."

April pressed up against him and grabbed Castiel's ass. "You'll have something to work tomorrow." She slapped his ass playfully before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Dean's alarm went off at 6 AM, just like it did every day. Running his own garage was a blessing and a curse. He slapped the button to shut off the alarm and sat up, only slightly cursing April's name. He still had no idea what had happen the night before, but he did hope that Daphne was ok. Whoever she was dating now sounded like a real douche.

He stood up and stretched before meandering down to the bathroom. He stumbled in, hissing as the fluorescent light hit him in the face. After taking care of business and washing his hands, Dean noticed something unfamiliar sitting on the counter. He squinted and rubbed his eyes again before grabbing and picking it up. He flipped it over and realized that April left her phone by accident.

Dean shuffled back to the bedroom to get dressed, the phone in hand, and curiosity eating away at him. Did April even know that she had forgotten it last night? At the very least he should call Daphne to tell her that he had April's phone. He sat on the edge of his bed and pressed the button to wake it up, and was met with a 5x5 grid pattern lock. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. As pretty and as smart as April was, she was a simple creature. He figured out her heart pattern on the second try.

Her background was one of those fancy moving ones, again, all hearts and it hurt Dean's eyes to look at it for too long. He quickly found her contacts and opened them to find Daphne's info. Much like his own list, at the top, there was a list of favorite contacts. As his eyes ran over them, he saw one for Daddy Bear, another for Daphodil, one for Deaniekins, one for Momma Bear, and one for Sweetcheeks.

Dean tilted his head in confusion. He was Deaniekins, who the fuck was Sweetcheeks?

He clicked the contact info and took a look, it wasn't any number he recognized, and there were no pictures associated with the contact. He rubbed his eyes and looked over it again. Dean grabbed a pad of paper and a pen out of his nightstand and wrote the mystery contact information down. He was about to exit out of it and call Daphne when there was a knock at the door.

Dean stood up and walked down the hall again, this time heading to the front door of his apartment. He peaked out the peephole and saw April standing there. He slightly panicked and quickly exited out of her contacts entirely before putting her phone back to sleep. Dean opened the door and swung it open wide, letting April waltz in. He forced out a cheerful, "Morning, Beautiful."

"Morning, Dean." She looked at his hand. "Ah, I see you found it already." She pressed up against his chest and placed a quick peck on his lips. "I felt so bad rushing out on you last night. I went to text you and send you some pics. I realized I didn't have my phone."

Dean nodded and bit his bottom lip. "Is that so?" He grabbed her hips and watched as she checked her phone. Relief flooded her face, and Dean felt the sting when he realized that she thought he didn't see anything on her phone. He swallowed with some difficulty, trying to keep the next words that came out from his mouth from sounding wholly forced. "Since I couldn't get some pictures, is there time for me to get the real thing?"

"Deaniekins!" She playfully slapped his chest. "You've got to get to work, and trust me, when we get back in that bed, I'm going to keep you in it all. Day. Long." She winked at him.

"Huh, that's unlike you." Dean mentally kicked himself, as the words escaped him.

April paused and looked at him. "Excuse me?"

"You offering to stay all day long. No offense babe, but you're a dine and dash kinda gal" Dean let go of her and crossed his arms. "April, I need to ask. Is there another guy? Am I the other guy?"

"What!?" April took a significant step back. "Are you kidding me? Dean, that's fucking low."

"Look, I'm sorry babe, I'm just, something's not right."

"Get to work. We'll talk later." April turned on her heel and stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.

Dean ran his hand down his face and headed back to his bedroom. He pulled out “Sweetcheeks'” information and grabbed his phone. After double and triple checking the number, Dean pressed the call button. He wasn't sure what to expect but took a deep breath in and out for each time the phone rang.

After several rings, the voicemail picked up:

Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Castiel Novak. I'm sorry I was unable to take your call at this time. If you could please leave your name, your number, and the reason for your call, I'll be glad to call you back as soon as possible. Have a wonderful day.

Dean frowned. The guy sounded like a decent sort. It also meant that he had probably been the other guy. As the tone sounded, Dean let out a heavy sigh and left his message.

"Hi, Castiel. I'm probably the last person on the planet you ever want to hear from, but my name is Dean, and I think we need to have a talk. It's about April. My number is (555)-555-6767. That's my cell. I'll have it on me all day, so please call as soon as you can. Thanks."

Dean disconnected the call and tossed his phone on his bed. He rested his head in his hands rubbing his thumbs against his temples. It was going to be a long day.

The one thing Castiel hated more than being jinxed, was being jinxed to actually have to go into work. He wasn't supposed to be working on a Saturday, but here was. Charlie's mom was sick again, and Kevin had some sort of state genius testing to go to, and frankly, Castiel didn't feel like fighting with anyone else to come into the Library on a Saturday.

He would only have to be there for a couple of hours until Becky and Chuck could come in to relieve him. Castiel made quick work of restocking the shelves, pulling online requests, and any small cleaning tasks that could be done before the Library got too busy.

Castiel ended up staying an extra hour, even after his relief arrived. A book club had decided to use one of their resource rooms for a meeting without making a prior arrangement. Castiel couldn't leave them short-staffed, and stayed in on the meeting, even if they were talking about the newest vampire/werewolf/trashy romance novel.

Once the meeting was over, Castiel snuck back to the break room and found his phone. He had several missed messages from April, a missed phone call from his brother, and a missed phone call from an unknown number. He played the voicemails while texting back to April, letting her know what had happened at the Library.

Gabe had just wanted to know if he could swing by the bakery that afternoon, and Castiel texted April that he was going to, so to not worry about stopping by right away. The voicemail from the unknown number threw him off completely.

Hi, Castiel. I'm probably the last person on the planet you ever want to hear from, but my name is Dean, and I think we need to have a talk. It's about April. My number is (555)-555-6767. That's my cell. I'll have it on me all day, so please call as soon as you can. Thanks.

Castiel tilted his head and slid on his trench coat as he headed out to his car. He entered the number and pressed the call button.

Two rings and the voice belonging to Dean picked up. "Hello, this is Dean."

"Dean? This is Castiel. You called and left me a voicemail this morning saying we needed to have a talk about April."

"Watch it, Benny!" Dean shouted at someone. "Uh, yeah, one second. Let me get off the floor." A rustle sounded across the phone, indicating that Dean had probably covered the phone with his hand. "Benny, I'm going to my office for a few. Don't screw up the chrome on the Goat!" The rustle happened again, and the sounds were unmuted. "Sorry about that Castiel. Almost in my office."

"It's ok." Castiel heard a door click and then the squeak of a chair. "You made it sound like it was important. I called as soon as I got your message."

"I, uh. I appreciate you calling." Dean responded. "Look, buddy, I don't know how to say this, I've never had to before, and all I know is blunt." A few seconds passed. "April's cheating on you."

"You're really funny." Castiel rolled his eyes. "Did Daphne put you up to this? Or was it Lisa?"

"Neither. Look, I can prove it." Dean sighed. "April was with me last night. She left my place at 1 AM after she got a phone from Daphne. I only heard April's side of the convo, so I thought she was talking about Daphne's boyfriend, but they were talking about someone coming to the Bar looking for someone. I guess you came to the bar looking for April?"

Castiel dropped the phone and scrambled to pick it back up. "How the hell do you know that?"

"I told you, I was with her." Something like shame came from the other man's voice. "She left her phone at my house last night. It's how I got your number. I was going to call Daphne to let April know I had it, but I saw someone named Sweetcheeks in her phone."

"And assumed it wasn't you?"

"I'm in there as Deaniekins," mumbled Dean.

"Well, Deaniekins. Don't you ever go near her again." Castiel gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white.

"I don't plan on it. I've already blocked her number. I don't know how long you two have been together, but I'm sorry. If I had known, I never would... I'm not like that. I don't..." Castiel could have sworn he heard a small sniffle. "I'm sorry, Castiel."

The phone disconnected, and Castiel pulled it away from his ear, staring at it. In one phone call, his entire world had been turned upside down. Five years together, for what?

Castiel started to pull up the information to call April but knew that without further proof, she could deny and deny and deny. He swiped down and did the next best thing. He called Daphne.

Daphne answered the phone after the first ring. "Castiel! How are you doing today?"

"I'm not so good, Daph." He sighed into the phone. "Look, if you're not busy, can you meet me at Gabe's Bakery? I'll treat you to coffee and one of his pastries that you like so much."

"You need to talk? I can talk. Give me like five, I'll be there." Daphne disconnected the call.

Castiel tossed his phone into the passenger seat and started the car. Daphne and April were close, but he and Daphne went back further. He was hoping that meant that she would be honest with him. Even if she didn't let him down easy, she needed to tell him the truth, the whole truth. Not the lying by omittances that he received last night.

He drove across town and pulled into a spot in front of Angel Cakes, his brother's bakery. Daphne was already waiting outside, leaning against the wall. "I should have realized you were coming from the library."

"If you hadn't just disconnected the call, I could have warned you."

"Touché, Castiel." Daphne winked at him as he held the door open for her.

"Cassie!" Gabe peeked over the counter. "You came! And you brought Daphne. Hazelnut Danish, lovely lady?"

"Yep, but put it on his tab. He bribed me to come with." Daphne sat a table. I'll also take a coffee, black just leave some room for cream please."

"He had to bribe you? You didn't just want to see me?" Gabe put a hand over his heart. "You want anything, Cassie?"

"Just a black coffee, room for cream." He pulled out his wallet and threw a ten on the counter before going to sit with Daphne. "So, I really need to talk to you. And I need you to be honest with me."

"I'm always honest, Cas-"

"Who's Dean?"

Daphne paled but attempted to keep her composure. "Dean?"

"Daphne, please, now is not the time to play stupid. He called me this morning, and I called him back." Castiel paused as Gabe brought over their coffees, some creamers, and Daphne's Danish. "Please. I just need to know if he's telling me the truth."

"Ooo, drama!" Gabe slid over a chair.

"Dean is a guy that we met at the bar one night." Daphne hung her head. "He had been flirting with some guy, but when that struck out, he came over to our table and started flirting with us."

"Was he desperate to get laid?" Gabe laughed.

Daphne quickly shook her head no. "He could have had anyone in that bar. He just accidentally picked a guy who was taken and had the willpower to say no. The moment the guy flashed his ring, Dean backed off. He apologized and everything."

"So he came to your table, and what?" Castiel glared at his brother as Gabe prepped his coffee for him.

"He's kind, and he's charming. He doesn't do that negging thing that most jerks do nowadays. Asked how we were doing. Complimented everyone of us." Daphne let out a sigh. "Lisa's with Matt, and I was dating Emmanuel at the time, so we both turned him down."

Castiel stared incredulously. "And April?"

Gabe poured in an extra pack of sugar into Castiel's coffee before getting up. He walked behind the counter and came back with a couple of peanut butter cookies that he sat in front of his brother. "So, I'm gathering April's cheating on Cassie."

Daphne nodded solemnly. "We didn't know she went back up to him. Dean had complimented her, but he was more interested in Lisa. And again, when he found out we were taken. Backed off completely." She chuckled sadly. "He even made a quip about 'Whatever happened to single's night.'"

"Okay, Hold on. You and Emmanuel broke up three months ago. This affair has been going on at least that long?" Cas pushed the cookies away but took a sip of his coffee.

"Uh, that was about three months before that." Daphne braced herself.

"The last six months of my life have been a lie, Daphne!?" Castiel ran his fingers through his hair as Gabe grabbed his shoulder.

"I know it doesn't help, but I didn't even know until right after Emmanuel broke up with me."

Gabe spoke up. "Daphne, April tells you everything, how didn't you know?"

"Oh, I don't know? Who am I spilling everything I know to right now?" Daphne deadpanned.

"Shut it, Gabe." Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose. "So how did you find out?"

"Remember that guy I went on a few dates with? Zeke?" Daphne waited until the guys nodded in confirmation before continuing. "I asked her to go on a double date with me. Imagine my surprise when she showed up with Dean and not you."

"And you didn't tell Cassie afterward?"

Daphne hung her head. "I couldn't."

"Does she have something on you?" Castiel inquired.

Daphne nodded, looking away from her friends. "It's nothing my friends would shame me for, but..."

"I'm not going to ask. You tell me..." Castiel held up his finger to silence his brother, "and Gabriel when you're ready."

"Thank you." Daphne smiled softly. "Look, let me say this. From getting to know Dean over the last month? He is a nice guy. You both have been led on. You both deserve better than April." She played with her swizzle stick. "I think, if he found out and extended an olive branch, you should take it. You at least owe him that much. I mean, I know you had been looking at rings."

Castiel looked to Gabriel who shrugged and held his hands up in front of him. Finding no help from his brother, he turned back to Daphne. "Where can I find him?"

"He owns and runs Singer Auto Shop. It's that big detailing and repair shop on the other side of town. Apparently, he inherited from his uncle, made it bigger and better than ever." Daphne pulled out her phone and swiped and typed around on it, before turning it to face Castiel. "This is the place."

Castiel entered the address into his phone. "You ok from here, Daph?"

"You're leaving me with Gabe?"

"Yeah, I think that's punishment enough for hiding this from me." Castiel stood up and put his trench coat back on. "Gabe. Be nice."

"I make no promises."

Castiel rushed out the door of the bakery and hopped into his car, heading across town.

Singer Auto looked like an old beat-up warehouse that had been transformed into a repair shop. Perhaps that's what it was, but Castiel wasn't going to ask as the last thing he wanted to was insult anyone. He parked his car in front of the main office and took a deep breath. He was about to go face the man who was able to steal his April away. He wondered if she was truly faithful to him in the five years they were together.

He got out of the car and headed inside, met by a giant guy with a Cajun accent. "What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Uh, yes. I was hoping I could speak with Dean, please."

"The bossman's pretty busy. If it's about your car out there, any one of us can handle it, I assure you."

"Can you let him know Castiel is here? I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Castiel?" The other man stiffened and squared himself up. "If you're here for funny business."

"Does it honestly look like I'm here for that? I just want to talk. He said he wanted to talk, and... here I am." Castiel shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling them out and exposing them. "I just, I need some closure."

"Go sit down." The Cajun pointed over to the waiting area. "If he says no, you leave. No questions asked, no pleading, no begging. Understood?"

Castiel nodded and watched as the other man walked through a door and disappeared from view.

After a few minutes, a newly familiar voice called out. "Castiel?"

Castiel looked up and realized that his breath had been taken away. For a moment, he almost couldn't blame April, if this was Dean. His light brown hair, his sun-kissed skin, bespeckled with freckles, green eyes the shade of peridot. He was absolutely gorgeous. He swallowed and stood up, walking across the room to shake Dean's hand. "That would be me."

"Hi, I'm um, Dean. Dean Winchester. I really wish we could have met under better circumstances." Dean took Castiel's hand in a firm grip and shook it.

"I wish that as well," Castiel replied. "I also wanted to apologize for my comments from earlier this afternoon. They are not how I wish to be remembered."

"Dude, I had just told you that your girl had been cheating on you for..." Dean paused. "It is safe to assume I was the other guy, correct?"

Castiel hung his head and nodded. "You were, yes. April and I have been to get a little over five years.

"Shit." Dean's shoulders fell, and he turned to head back from the direction he came from. "Come with me?"

"Not going to hit me over the head with an oil pan, are you?" Castiel attempted at a joke, as his hands slipped back into his pockets and he followed Dean back through the door.

Dean shook his head. "Nah. Might extend the offer to you though."

Castiel was directed into what he could only assume was Dean's office. He took a seat in a plush chair across from a chair that looked even plusher.

"No judging the furniture. My shop, my rules. My office, my comfort." Dean offered a smile before going serious again. "I really do want to apologize again. And again. And again. If I had known April had a boyfriend, I would have walked away."

"I know. I spoke with Daphne." Castiel held up his hand. "How do you think I found you?"

"If Daphne knew, why didn't she speak up?" Dean tilted his head in confusion. "She was there when I first met April."

"She said that April approached you separate from the rest of them, after you flirted with them first. And then she didn't see you again until about five, six weeks ago." Castiel looked away from Dean and focused on a loose thread on the sleeve of his trench coat.

"Shit. Now that you mention it. I was wondering why I didn't get to hang out with any of April’s friends when she talked about them so much. And then there was that double date with Daphne and that weird guy." Castiel looked up to a thud, where Dean's head had met the desk. "I feel like I should have known. But I missed it all. I ruined someone's life. I never wanted to be that person." Dean looked up. "I'm sorry, Cas. I'm really sorry, man."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

Dean replied quickly, "If you're going to stay with April, I've already blocked everything. I'll never talk to her again. I have STD tests to show that I'm clean."

"I'm not staying with her, Dean." Cas sat up straighter, feeling better admitting that they were done. "I don't know if you were the first, but I definitely know you were the last."

Dean paused for a moment and looked at the clock on his desk. "Do you know the Roadhouse?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't want to presume or be pushy. But, let me make this up to you. Let's go grab a couple of burgers and some beers." Dean smiled, and Cas noted that he looked slightly hopeful. "It's also quitting time around here, and I don't really want to be alone right now."

"I really don't want to be either." Cas agreed.

"Cool. Then, um. Let me go let Benny know he can close up. And you and I can head over." Dean stood up and pointed at the door.

A short drive later, and Dean making light fun of Cas' car in the parking lot before showing off his own, the pair were seated in a booth at the Roadhouse. Ellen - who turned out to be Dean's aunt - brought them over their first beers and promised to keep them coming.

"Can I ask you questions about her, if you don't mind?" Dean played with the label on his bottle. "You can ask any and all questions you want as well."

"I reserve the right to say no, but yes, you can ask." Cas took a swig of his beer and watched as the corner of Dean's mouth twisted up into a small smile.

"How did you two meet?"

"That one's not so bad." Cas chuckled. "She kept coming into the library. I'm the lead librarian at the branch here in town. I was oblivious to the fact that she was coming in to see me until she spelled it out and asked me on a date."

Dean smiled and bit his bottom lip. "Do you wear glasses?"

"What?" Cas tilted his head in confusion. "I'm not sure what that has to do with what we're talking about."

"Nothing, Cas." Dean licked his lips and chuckled. "You said you two were together for five years? Did you not keep anything at her house?"

Cas shook his head. "It's why I'm starting to think you weren't the first, just the first time she's been caught. She wouldn't keep anything at my place either. She let me have a key, but God Forbid I accidentally left my toothbrush or a pair of boxers there."

"Sadly, that makes sense." Dean took a pull from his bottle.

"So you've been seeing her for six months."

Ellen dropped off their burgers, and Dean took a bite before responding. "Yeah. I honestly thought it was gonna just be a one-night stand kinda thing. She's not normally my type."

"Huh." Cas popped a fry into his mouth. "Daphne mentioned that too. Said that you were paying more attention to Lisa."

Dean choked on his food and took a chug of his beer to wash it down. "Daphne noticed that?"

"I've known Daphne since college. She notices the smallest details." Cas took another drink of his beer. "She noticed that you had been flirting with a guy who was married before you came to them. But you didn't realize he was married. The moment he told you, you backed off."

"She saw that too?"

Cas nodded. "That's what she said. And clearly she must be right, 'cause you're not denying it."

"Not ashamed." Dean shrugged. "Life's too short to not enjoy what you enjoy." Dean went for another drink of his beer and finished it off. "Ready for another?" He looked over to the bar and held up two fingers and got a nod from Ellen. "So, what are you gonna do?"

"About?"

"Really Cas? About April." Dean looked up at Ellen when she dropped off the beers. "Thanks, Elle." He looked back at Cas. "You haven't broken up with her yet, right?"

"No. I was actually supposed to go see her this evening." Cas pulled out his phone and unlocked it, showing the missed calls and texts. "She's quote-unquote worried sick about me."

"Would she actually go out looking for you, like you did last night?" Dean started peeling the label off of his new bottle.

"No." Cas slouched down in his seat and kicked his feet up on the bench next to Dean. "I guess I get it. I'm just too boring. I don't even know what she saw in me to begin with."

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Dean sat up and leaned forward across the table. I see a tall, tanned, gorgeous man, with bright blue eyes that one could just drown in. You're built, so I'm pretty sure you'd be hard to take in a fight, but yet here you are talking to me instead of beating the shit out of me. That tells me you're kind and compassionate. You're also the lead librarian. They don't just put stupid people in charge there." Dean rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck would she want to cheat on you?"

Cas blushed, and took a drink of his beer before muttering his thanks to Dean.

"Don't thank me. Not yet anyway. You're going to go break up with her, and then you and me? We're going to take matters into our own hands." Dean smiled and winked.

"Dean, are you going to land us in jail?"

"Nothing entirely illegal if they can't pin it back to us." Dean smiled around the lip of his beer bottle.

Cas rubbed his forehead and took another bite of his burger. "Let me hear it."

"You telling me you don't like surprises Cas? You break up with her tomorrow, and Monday, we get to have all the fun."

"Why do I have to wait until tomorrow to break up with her?" Cas took a sip of his beer.

"Cause we're going to drink, celebrate our new friendship, and that gives me the chance to get all the paperwork together tomorrow, so we're not doing anything illegal on Monday."

"You know how expensive lawyers are on Sundays, Dean?" Cas stretched his arms up and out, and he could have sworn that he caught Dean sneaking a peek.

Dean pointed with the neck of his bottle. "Ancient secret, Cas. Put your younger brother through Law School. He'll owe you forever." Dean took another swig of his beer before holding up two fingers again and getting Ellen's attention.

A few more beers later, and close to closing time, Cas and Dean were laughing and giggling like old friends. Cas learned that Dean loved Vonnegut and the other beat writers, while he had admitted that he was quite the Star Wars fan. Their likes and hobbies overlapped, but not so much so where they didn't have their own unique personalities.

"Cas, this is gonna sound like something out of a chick flick, but I kinda wish it was you I had met at the bar." Dean smiled as he and Cas waited outside for Cas' ride to arrive.

"I was in a relationship, Dean. I would have said no." Cas tilted his head.

"I know, that's why I said kinda. I would have been happy just to be your friend too. I am happy to be your friend. This could have gone so much worse." Dean swayed a little and rested his head on Cas' shoulder.

"You sure you don't want to ride with me back to your place?" Cas offered, resting his head on Dean's. "I'm sure it's not too far out of the way for Gabe."

Dean yawned and shook his head. "I live a block that way. Just want to make sure you get picked up safe."

"I appreciate that."

"Do you want me to come with you tomorrow?" Dean tilted his head to look up at Cas. "I'm serious. For moral support, or something like that?"

"I think I need to do this on my own. But if you want to come over afterward?" Cas pulled his head back and looked down. "I could use some time with my friends."

"Text me your address when you get home. That way I have it, and I know you're safe." Dean sat up as a car pulled into a lot. "I'm assuming this is Gabe?"

"This would be Gabe." Cas stood up and offered his hand to Dean. "Last call, you sure you don't want us to drop you off?"

"I'm sure. See you tomorrow, Cas."

The next day, Cas finally answered one of April's calls. She was crying, telling him how worried she was about him. He apologized profusely, trying his hardest not to laugh, not to give away the master plan. Cas promised to make it up to her and asked April to meet him at Angel Cake for brunch.

Depending on which brother you asked, the plan was partially Gabe's idea. As Cas and April sat down to eat, he brought out the brunch special, and once they finished eating, Gabe presented April with a loaf of focaccia with olives spelling out Congrats, You're About To Be Dumped! Just like Cas had expected, she tried to deny, cover and gaslight her way out of all proof he had against her cheating. When she realized that she was indeed caught, she flipped the bread, causing it to land all over Cas.

"You took way too much joy in that, Gabe." Cas looked up at his laughing brother as he picked the pieces of bread off of his lap. He took a bite and smiled. "Her loss though. Rosemary and olives is apparently a good combination."

While Cas and Gabe cleaned up the mess, Daphne, Dean, and his coworker Charlie from the library showed up to help him celebrate his newfound freedom.

"So," Daphne tilted her head in amusement. "How'd it go?"

Cas laughed and pointed around at the floor. "I'll give you two guesses." He looked at Dean and smiled. "I take it Daphne already introduced you to Charlie?"

"Yep, she's adopted. I'm claiming her. I always wanted a little sister." Dean leaned forward. "She plays D&D. You didn't tell me you had friends that play D&D."

"Look, I know we drank a lot last night, but I think I would remember you asking a question about D&D."

"You two drank together last night?" Daphne sat down at a table and put her feet up. "That friendship escalated fast."

Cas shrugged and looked at Dean. "He's not who I was mad at. He could have cut ties with April, stayed quiet, and walked away. I would be none the wiser." Their eyes met, and Cas smiled widely. "Instead, he took a risk, figured out who I am, talked to me, and protected me from making a huge mistake. I think that deserves a chance at friendship."

Dean blushed, and his mouth curled up into the slight smile Cas was becoming fond of. "I appreciate you giving me the chance, Cas and not just running in, fist raised."

The ladies shared a glance but otherwise stayed quiet.

"By the way, I can only stay for a little bit, ‘cause I do have a shop to run. But, Sammy and I talked this morning. All the paperwork is together. Can you swing by the shop around 1 PM tomorrow, Cas?" Dean offered his best puppy dog eyes. "I promised you sweet, sweet revenge. You can have it."

"You're still not going to tell me what it is?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

Dean shook his head. "Nope, you have to show up at the shop at 1 PM." He turned to Daphne and Charlie. "If you want to watch, you two are invited as well."

"I'll have to stay at the library to make sure it can function without the head librarian. But, if anything can be recorded? Get it on camera for me." Charlie commented before she sat down next to Daphne and whispered something in her ear.

Cas eyed them suspiciously. "I guess I will be there. You promise it's not illegal?"

"I promise, Cas. All the Ts are dotted, and all the Is are crossed." Dean clapped his hand on Cas' shoulder and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow." Dean headed towards the door, looking back and waving before heading out.

"Well, that was intriguing," Daphne stated, her eyes still on the door. "New friend, huh?" Charlie elbowed her in the side. "Careful, Charlie."

"Sorry!"

"All good, just need to watch out now." Daphne's attention was back on Cas. "So, you gonna spill, or do Charlie and I have to play 20 questions?"

"Guessing games?" Gabe leaned over the counter where the register was located. "Count me in."

"I'm not sure what I need to spill about?"

Charlie spoke up first. "Okay then! Question one. What the hell was that?" She pointed between the door and Cas.

"What was what? I don't understand?" Cas looked from Charlie to Daphne before looking at Gabe and shrugging.

"He's oblivious. He can't answer that one, Charlie." Daphne tapped her fingers on the table. "Question two. What happened to the idea of just going to get closure?"

"He wanted to apologize, he offered dinner. We were getting along, so I said 'Why not?'" Cas crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, my turn, I've got a good one." Gabe raised his hand. "Since when do you go by Cas?"

Cas felt his ears turn red and he walked out the front door, and hopped into his own car and headed home.

The next day Cas arrived at the Auto Shop, by 1 PM as requested. As he pulled in, he quickly put his car in park and hopped out. Out in front of the bays was a Chrysler PT Cruiser Convertible. But not just any old one. It was an ugly, bright pink one, with bright pink and white interior, pink and white rims and those nasty ass light headlight eyelashes. It was April's Car.

"Hiya Cas."

It suddenly clicked for Cas. All the upgrades and changes had come within the past 6 months. Dean had done all the work on the car. But that didn't answer... "How were you able to grab her car?"

"She never paid for any of the work. I never told her I would do it for free. She kinda just assumed. I put the liens in this morning, they were approved by noon. I have my own repo team, knew I'd have it by one." Dean picked up a baseball bat, casually flipping it in his hand before handing the grip to Cas. "I figured I would offer you the first swing."

Cas hesitantly took the baseball bat in hand. "We won't get in trouble for destroying the car?"

"Until she pays for it, it's mine. I can do whatever I want to my property. I know for a fact she is running around trying to get the money to pay off the liens. We have until she steps foot here with the receipts."

Cas looked at Dean and smiled, "Do you know how much I hate this fucking car?" He walked around to the front and put the bat upon his shoulder. He swung down hard, shattering the headlamp. Cheers and applause erupted around him.

Dean chuckled and clasped his hand on Cas' shoulder. "Just remember, we want her to be able to drive off the lot when she gets here. Cause I'm not fixing it. And there are no shops in town that'll fix her."

"Yeah, bossman, made sure of that," Benny called out clapping and laughing.

"Shut it, Benny." Dean waved off his worker before picking up a golf club. "What are you waiting for, Cas?" Dean walked over to the other headlamp, taking position before shouting "Fore!" and swinging the club, smashing out the other light.

Jo, another one of Dean's employee's brought out one of their large drill bits and offered it up. "That'll scratch the hell out her paint. Just like keying, only better." Cas' eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning and he took it, quickly scratching CHEATER as large as he could into every door and the hood of the car.

"You know Cas, a car is technically drivable without side-view mirrors." Dean had grabbed a lead pipe at some point and swung it, smashing the side mirror clear off of the car and into the street. Dean's phone went off right after, and he answered it. "Hiya, Jess." He nodded at Cas who smashed off his own mirror. "It's paid off? Who's driving her?" Dean bowed over in laughter. "I'm pretty sure you just described Daphne." Dean turned to face his crew and Cas and circled his finger in the air. "Five minutes out? Perfect. I'll make sure Sammy gets you the biggest diamond for that engagement ring. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone. "Get in one or two more good hits, Cas. Guys, get the brooms and the lawn chairs. Someone go make popcorn."

Dean's crew scattered as Cas attacked the area where the convertible hood was stored. All the shattered glass, broken, fiberglass and scratched off paint was cleaned up quickly, and the lawn chairs were set up in front of and on top of one of the flatbed tow trucks. Dean insisted that he and Cas get seats on top of the flatbed, and he handed Cas a cold bottle of water as Daphne pulled in with April.

April didn't even wait until Daphne came to a stop. She hopped out of the car and ran to hers, staring at the damage. She started screaming, pulling at her hair and looking at the staff until her eyes fell on Cas and Dean. "BOTH OF YOU!? YOU DID THIS!?"

Dean leaned forward in his seat. "I understand that you're coming to take possession of this car from me? May I see some receipts please?"

"YOU DESTROYED MY CAR!" April screamed up at him. "YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE?"

"No, but I hear your fucking is a joke." Jo piped up. "I mean, 2 out of 2 guys, can't be a coincidence, can it?"

April's jaw dropped, and she nearly leaped at Jo, if it weren't for Benny standing up and catching her. Once Benny put her back down, she straightened her shirt back out. "I demand that you fix this! I will sue you for destroying my car."

"April, former dear. Between the hours of 12 PM and just now when you set foot on my property that was my car." Dean stood up. "Since it was mine, I can do whatever I want to do with it. I chose to give it a facelift."

"So why is Castiel here?" April crossed her arms over her chest. "There's no reason you two should know each other."

"Cas here's my new best friend. Has been since Saturday. Just happens to be a coincidence that you two happened to break up yesterday." Dean shrugged. "Sorry, not sorry, about that by the way. You lost one hell of a good man." Dean gently nudged Cas' knee with his own.

"Glad you like him so much. I was sick of being his fucking beard anyway." April exposed. "Get me the keys to my car, so I can get out of here and find a respectable place to fix my car."

Dean looked back to Cas who was looking down at his feet. "Hey, ignore her. I'll be right back. I have to sign the keys over to her since it's my name on the lien." Dean took Benny's hand and jumped down off the back of the flatbed. He spared one more look at Cas before heading into the office.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" April snapped at Dean as he walked behind the counter.

"I think I'm adorable."

April mused as Dean filled out the paperwork. "So let me guess. Saturday, you had already figured out you were the other guy. You pulled the good guy routine, found Castiel and contacted him."

"Yep." Dean turned the papers and handed the pen to April. "You're an idiot for cheating on him."

"Did you think I was kidding about the whole beard thing?" April reminded. "I've been with the guy for five years. Why do you think I needed an 'other guy'? There's only so much my hand can do."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Ever think it was you, and not him?" Dean separated the paperwork, giving April her copied before handing her the keys to her car. "I would say I wish I never met you, but would mean I never would have met Cas."

"You're disgusting. Just go fuck him already." April turned heel and walked out of the office.

Dean quickly filed the paperwork and updated the computer before heading back outside. His crew was hanging their heads and putting things away, and Daphne was leaning against her car. He looked around for Cas, and not finding him, walked over to Daphne to find out what happened. "What did I miss?"

"Castiel thinks you're going to hate him now." Daphne shook her head. "He was gently reminded that you're bi, but he's got a bit of a thick skull."

"So he does like guys?" Dean smiled.

Daphne nodded. "And girls. He doesn't care. Never has. It's more of an emotional thing for him."

"So where is he?"

"Charlie's going to keep an eye out at the library, Gabe will let us know if he shows up to the Bakery. I was going to swing by his house." Daphne sighed. "I think it may be best if you stay here, and I'll call you if we find him." She put her hand out expectantly for Dean's phone.

Dean obliged and gave her his phone. "I don't like this plan."

"He may come back here. He likes you." She handed Dean his phone back. "I don't know if you realize it, but Charlie, Gabe and I? We saw more from Castiel in the past three days from him knowing you, than in the past three years of his relationship with April."

"I'm the guy who ruined his life."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Daphne smiled and pushed off her car. Dean watched as Daphne slid into her car and started it back up, rolling her window down. "I promise that one of us will call you if we find him. You call us if he comes back here."

Dean nodded. "You give my number to Gabe and Charlie so I can get theirs."

Daphne offered a half-smile and waved as she pulled out of the lot.

A few swipes on his phone and Dean pulled up his text messaging.

[To: Cas] Cas, I don't like that you're missing. Where are you? Please text me.

Dean put his phone away and went to find Benny. There was no way he'd be able to work not knowing where Cas was.

After making sure that the shop was taken care of for the rest of the day, and putting Benny under strict orders to call if Cas did show up, Dean headed over to the Roadhouse. He pulled into his usual spot, and headed in, walking up to the bar. He grabbed a stool and pulled out his phone, double and triple-checking to see if Cas had responded to him.

Ellen walked up to him and smacked his arm. "Why are you here, and not with your friend." She pointed over his shoulder. Dean looked over to where she was pointing.

Cas was sitting in the private corner booth that was well hidden from the rest of the roadhouse. Dean stumbled off his stool and crossed to the booth as fast as he could.

"Cas!" Dean slid into the opposite seat. "Everyone is worried sick. Why did you run off?"

Cas looked up in surprise. "You found me? Shouldn't you be working? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't focus not knowing where you were. Not very safe in a job that works with tons of metal and power tools." Dean smiled at Cas. "I left Benny in charge. I came here to talk to Ellen, cause I feel like this is all my fault, and I lucked out that you were here."

"Don't tell Daphne yet?"

"Can I at least tell her that you're safe and I found you? I won't say where you are, and you can talk to me if you want. Daphne, Charlie, and Gabe? They're really worried." Dean showed his phone and waited until Cas nodded before shooting off a quick text to Daphne.

"She wasn't wrong you know."

Dean looked up from his phone. "Who wasn't wrong about what?"

"April." Cas stared at Dean. "Seriously? We were just there."

"Cas..." Dean sighed.

"I loved her once." Cas picked at a string on his shirt. "But she changed. And I didn't see her the same anymore. And when she wanted things... I couldn't provide. Not like I had been able to." Cas looked up at Dean. "I didn't love her anymore."

"Falling out of love happens, Cas."

"I know. But she called me broken. Told me there was something wrong with me. Told me she would fix me. Tried to force Viagra and all those other things on me. That wasn't the issue."

"You stayed, because she told you no one else would love you."

Cas nodded. "Little did I know she was finding what she needed elsewhere. But she couldn't just let me go."

"Cas, you did something even better. You let go, and pushed her away." Dean offered his hand. "That's not an easy thing to do. Ever."

"Can I ask you a question?" Cas slid his hand into Dean's. "Why have you been so apologetic about his whole thing?"

"Dad cheated on my mom. The other woman had a kid. Dad chose them. Destroyed us." Dean ran his thumb over Cas' knuckles. "I never wanted to put someone through what we went through. I thought I was careful, I thought I was paying attention. I still fucked up."

"Did you though?" Cas gently squeezed Dean's hand. "I had talked about proposing to April. It might sting now, but I rather it hurt now, than further down the road."

Dean's phone buzzed, and he picked it up from the table. "Daphne says you need to text her to prove I'm not lying."

"She would say that." Cas picked up his phone and sent a text. "That should satisfy her." Cas looked back up at Dean. "Can I ask you another question?"

"That's normally how people get to know each other, Cas," Dean smirked.

Cas looked down at their hands entwined. "Those things you said the other night, did you mean them?"

"The stuff about how handsome you are, and how kind you are, and how smart you are?" Dean took a deep breath. "Yeah, I did. I'm not going to lie, I was kind of slapped upside the head by everything that you are. You seriously check all of my boxes, Cas. I'm doing everything I can to not push on all the charm and make the moves, cause I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Dean laughed. "I mean, I legit thought you were going to hate me, and then all of a sudden, you want to be my friend? Shit, I thought my heart was about to explode."

"When you stepped out into the waiting room, I wasn't surprised that you were the other guy," Cas admitted. "You're beautiful, and I've come to learn that you're friendly and patient and kind and hilarious." Cas swallowed. "I'm feeling again, and I shouldn't be. I just broke up with April. I should be upset. But I just want to move forward and ask you out on a date."

"Ask me." Dean's eyes were shining playfully. "Please?"

"But aren't you upset? Are you ready?" Cas tilted his head. "I don't want to push you either."

"Cas, ask me."

"Dean, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Yes, Cas. I would like to go on a date with you. I would like that a lot." Dean squeezed Cas' hand. "Can I come sit next to you?"

Cas scooted over closer to the wall and patted the seat next to him, "I'd like that."

Dean chuckled at the parroted response and swung around the table to sit next to Cas, temporarily letting go of his hand, only to get a better grasp once they were side by side. Cas rested his head on Dean's shoulder, and Dean rested his head on top of Cas'. "Hey Cas, we move at your pace, ok? I'm happy with just stuff like this, as long as you're happy too, ok?"

Cas looked up and smiled, his nod a nuzzle into Dean's neck. His phone went off, Daphne responding to his text, asking for photo proof that he was ok. "Dean? Can I?"

"Yeah, Cas. You can."

Cas snapped a picture of them snuggling in the booth and sent it back to Daphne. Not perfect. But can probably get pretty damn close.

#profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #spn #spn fic #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #rating: m #tw: homophobia #tw: demiphobia #tw: implied domestic abuse #tw: infidelity #nickel writes

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9x22: Stairway to Heaven

Then:

Metatron!!!!

Now:

Dixon, MIssouri

A very particular mom orders ice cream for herself and then asks her son what he would like. He points to a girl eating a Ziggy Piggy all alone and wants that! She goes over to the girl to berate her not for eating something with a symbol of racism as decoration but for eating diabetes in a bowl. The girl says she’s an angel though and can do as she pleases. A man walks into the store--and pulls out an angel blade. The girl tells the woman to run as her eyes flash blue. Too late, the place disintegrates in a flash of white.

Sam WInchester sleeps with his gun under his pillow in his own room. That breaks me a little. Dean, the Mark of Cain in full jerk mode, wakes him and even though they’ve only slept for two hours, wants to get going.

Sam joins Dean in the library and Dean tells him that he talked to Cas and there’s something happening in Missouri. He couldn’t give details over the phone because (And mind you, Dean says this while looking wistfully upwards) “He’s a weird, dorky little guy.” smh.

Dean grabs the First Blade and Sam questions whether it’s necessary. Dean insists they need it with them all the time if they’re going to take down Metatron. Sam thinks he should leave it in the bunker for this trip. Dean agrees.

Once at the ice cream shop, the brothers learn their FBI covers are Agents Spears and Agulera. #BlessAndrewDabb. (Sidenote: I just LOVE Dean’s little plaid tie.) Cas is already inside. They meet up and Cas shows them a victim, eyes burned out. He doesn’t know what happened but six people died and one angel. Whatever Metatron is doing is abhorrent.

Cut to Metatron trying on a trench coat in his headquarters. Someone knocks at the door and he quickly scrambles to take the coat off.

Gadreel walks in. He wants to talk about their plans. Cas’s side of the war is winning. Metatron doesn’t understand why angels are choosing Cas over him when he can get them home. The Metatron admits THE TRUTH: He’s cute and he’s got charm. He counters that he --Metatron-- is lovable and funny, which gets an eyebrow lift from Gadreel. Oh Metatron, you’re the worst. Gadreel tells Metatron that they’re meeting with the last large faction of angels left. Metatron isn’t stressed, he has a plan! (It’s not the trench coat, no, nope)

At Trench Coat Headquarters, Cas introduces Dean and Sam to Hannah. There’s some light ‘he likes me better’ banter between Dean and Hannah.

Hannah tells Cas an angel is missing. Josiah was a mole and now he’s gone. Dean and Sam set to tracking him. (Hannah’s little unimpressed attitude towards Dean is entertaining.) Two seconds later, Sam finds that his credit card was used at a Gas ‘n Sip in Colorado. Dean turns to Hannah and gets his ruler out to measure.

Another angel has video of the ice cream shop attack. Just before the megasmiting, the angel, Orin, announced, “I do this for Castiel!” and stabs himself in the chest. Dean wants answers but Cas has no clue what that was. “I’m going to be sick.” Oh, bby. (Also, how is this not a reaction gif for fandom wank all the time?) In any event, Dean doesn’t seem to want to believe Cas, accusing him of running a cult and dredging up his little attempt at playing God back in the day.

For I know Dean is Mad but This Sure Makes a Pretty Shot Science:

Interrupting Moose uses his powers for good and drags them into a private room to continue the conversation.

Cas explains the Enochian sigil on the angel’s torso was something to draw energy and the stabbing unleashed that energy, atomizing the other angel. Dean tells Cas that he needs to stay back while the brothers investigate. Cas responds with a flat, defiant “No.” And let us never forget this dorky little guy is a BAMF. That prompts the plan of Cas and Sam heading to Colorado to find Josiah.

On the road, Sam fills Cas in on what’s really been happening this season because Dean and Cas apparently only whisper sweet nothings and giggle on the phone.

Sam and Cas talk about how the Mark is changing Dean. Cas’s admission that Dean is “always a little angry” breaks me a little.

Metatron is busy wooing angels at a bowling alley. They don’t want to go back to heaven. Life’s too good on earth. The smell of the bowling alley is enough to keep them here. (OMG and LOL)

Metatron pulls out his blade. The angel laughs and tells him that if he dies, all his angels will side with Castiel. He’ll talk if Metatron out bowls him though.

On the road, Sam and Cas have a lead on Josiah.

Dean interviews other angels that knew Orin. One decides to poke the bear a bit, telling Dean that he doesn’t save lives. He forces her at the end of an angel blade to name names. One of them is Tessa. Yep, the reaper Tessa.

Cas and Sam track Josiah’s car to a place that Cas can sense is radiating power. They try entering a door to a warehouse but Sam’s lock picking skills fail. Cas, ancient angel of infinite strength informs Sam that he’s “got this.” He slams the door a couple of times and tries the door, to no avail. “I don’t got this.” <Insert jensen with camera you’re doing amazing pic>

Dean tracks down Tessa. And we learn that Dean Winchester likes Fiddler on the Roof. But really he’s wants to know what she thinks she’s doing. She tries walking away from him when he grabs her and sees something carved on her chest. He handcuffs her and demands she tell him where the other rogue angel, Constantine, is.

Cut to the bowling alley, as Metatron huffs away from losing his game of bowling, an angel calls his name. It’s Constantine. “I do this for Castiel,” he announces and stabs himself. The world goes white.

It’s now night and Sam and Cas are still trying to get into the warehouse. Cas reveals there’s a riddle in Enochian warding the place.

“Why is 6 afraid of 7? I assume because 7 is a prime number and prime numbers can be intimidating.” “It’s because 7 ate (8) 9,” Sam corrects, and the door opens. GOLD. Even more GOLD: Cas references Lord of the Rings. Yeah, Cas knows a thing about things now.

Cas and Sam finally enter the building, walking through a shadowy concrete tunnel. Sam happens upon a message inscribed on the wall: “Only the penitent man shall pass.” Holy Indiana Jones, Batman! He shouts a warning to Cas, but Cas has already crouched below the whirling blades. (Thank god he’s pop culture saavy now. Pop culture saved his life! #Relatable)

Dean interrogates Tessa with Hannah lurking in the background. Tessa is adamant that she turned herself into a suicide bomber for Castiel - he assigned her that task, personally. Hannah is SHOOK.

Hannah wants to fight and Dean shoos her out the door to get her in line. They agree that Tessa believes what she’s saying. Yikes.

In the Raiders of the Lost Heaven, Cas strides towards a lit door at the end of the hallway and something in him seems to lighten and lift as he approaches it. It’s the door to Heaven! It’s calling him in. Cas approaches, ready to seize control of the door to Heaven. He opens the door and--

Soft music and valentine-hued rotating lights play across poor Castiel’s astonished face. The room is a total joke, set up like a party with little paper cupids and angels strung up alongside balloons and gold streamers. Fred Astaire croons “Cheek to Cheek” in the otherwise empty room. Sam finds a card addressed to Cas that reads: "Welcome to your own personal heaven, Castiel. Good luck finding the real one."

They discover a terribly burned body lying on the floor - an angel burned by holy oil. Sam looks up and spots a Home-Alone-style door mounted flame torch. Suddenly the body jumps and grabs Cas. He’s not dead yet! He says that Metatron promised that he could return home. But he’s not going with Cas now. He looks at Cas, and he doesn’t see an angel anymore. (Cas bby!)

Dean heads back in to talk to Tessa. He begs her for a reason for her actions. “I guess I just can’t take the screaming,” she says at last, her voice breaking. There are tons of lost souls wandering the Earth now who can’t get into Heaven since it’s been closed. She hears all of their torment and suffers, to the point where death is preferable. But now that Cas gave her a reason to die…

Dean, bless him (finally!) doesn’t believe her - not fully. It doesn’t sound like the Cas he knows. Tessa counters with the fact that he also didn’t know that Cas leading a super secret army and….fair, I suppose. Dean asks for names and then threatens her, pulling out the first blade. Tessa immediately freaks out over it. “What have you done?” she asks. “What I had to,” he responds. Dean. Bean. She grips him then and pulls herself onto the first blade, dying in his arms.

Dean falls into a kind of lull after the kill, just barely snapping out of it as Hannah and another angel rushes in.

Cut to Dean, handcuffed to a chair and his mouth duct-taped. “He put up a fight,” Hannah says testily as Cas and Sam rush in to him. Sam immediately lays into Dean about bringing the first blade.

Cas interrupts their squabble, only to be interrupted by Hannah. Metatron’s calling…

On screen, Metatron talks about Castiel’s henchman’s attack in the bowling alley. Poor dead Titus’ followers have all joined Metatron’s team in retaliation. Cas protests that he sent nobody to kill Metatron.

Metatron laughs at him, and then delivers his elevator speech. He’s only doing what’s best for the angels.

Metatron delivers his offer: amnesty to any angel crossing to his side. Angels need to follow someone - so they might as well follow him. He tells them that Cas isn’t the bold leader they think. He’s sending angels out to die AND he’s sporting stolen grace that is fading quickly. (Some half truths and a lie!)

Metatron goes a step further: Cas only cares about himself and the Winchesters. Cas tries for some damage control with a pissed off host of angels. He admits to the stolen grace and they assume the worst based on that. Cas’s defense is going...poorly.

Hannah asks for proof. Cas has to punish Dean for killing Tessa. “You gave us order, Castiel, and we gave you our trust. Don't lose it over one man.” She holds up on angel blade while angels hold Dean and Sam fast.

Cas takes the blade, contemplating his choices, his army. He looks at Dean...and then looks down. “No, I can’t,” he says. He lets the blade fall to his side and just like that, his army leaves. Cas, Dean, and Sam watch them file out of the room. (Don’t mind me while I gabble on about all that wasted infrastructure they’re leaving behind.)

In Heaven, Metatron gleefully chats on the phone to the first defector from Castiel’s army before chortling to Gadreel about how his plan is working. Gadreel is pissed, though. The “elite unit” (Tessa, etcetera) he helped recruit for Metatron’s team weren’t supposed to blow themselves up - but Metatron brainwashed them as soon as they came over. Metatron’s dismissive of Gadreel’s ire. “You start by building up a seemingly unbeatable enemy, like the death star, or a rival angel with a bigger army. That way, I look like the underdog. But then, oh, no! The competition gets greedy. He starts pushing things too much. With the help of my combustible double agents. And then, after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed. He's in love...with humanity.”

Boris and I are going to take a moment to burn in the fires of that last sentence. We’re FINE.

Gadreel asks after Josiah and Metatron blithely describes him as a loose end, cleaned up by his booby-traps.

Driving back, the Impala is silent. Cas sits in the back seat stoically and HOW symbolic is THAT? When they get back to the bunker, Sam confronts Dean again about the first blade. Dean snaps a little bit and says he’s the only one who can kill Metatron, armed with the blade. He’s in charge now. (UGH I really do dislike Mark of Cain Dean.) Sam heads off in a huff and Dean corners Cas, asking about his grace. Cas tries to deflect but Dean’s done with bullshit. He asks how long Cas has to live. “Long enough to destroy Metatron, I hope.” Cas bby ;_;

Cas asks again if Dean believes he would have ordered those angels to kill themselves. Dean finally, unequivocally says that he believes Cas would never do that - he just gave up his “whole army for one guy,” after all.

Cas wonders if the three of them can prevail. Dean believes in Team Free Will. And then... Gadreel walks in. He tells them that Metatron is a problem and he’s willing to work with them. Gadreel begs for them to give him a chance. For a moment, everybody’s chill and I think...hey they’re gonna sit down, have a nice cup of tea, come up with a civilized battle plan.

Instead, Dean approaches Gadreel slowly. Holds out his hand. And...hauls up the first blade to slice him across the chest. Dean snarls like a raging beast at Gadreel and the episode fades away.

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In Love with Quote-manity:

“They like to hear me say their names.” “I know a couple women like that.”

Yeah, I heard he had a real explosive personality.

Honey, there ain’t no other men like me.

I’m very pop culture savvy now.

He’s a weird, dorky little guy

I've noticed your aliases are usually the names of popular musicians

You’re such an...angel sometimes

I don’t got this

Why is six afraid of seven?" Now, I assume it's because seven is a prime number, and prime numbers can be intimidating

You’re Mother Theresa with neckbeard!

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