#cas is allergic to cuddling

[redfirerai]

They are eepy 🥺

#batfam #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #damian wayne #robin #cassandra wayne #stephanie brown #black bat #spoiler #batgirl #digital art #my art #they all pout when they sleep #cas is allergic to cuddling #dick stole Jason’s sweater #because damian stole his #dc #trying to feed the batfam brainrot #Tim took this photo

[thisted02herman]

Dealing with Your Pet Cat: A Brief Guide

As among the ideal pets available, pet cats are a pleasure to have, however taking care of them can get a bit spendy. Taking care of a pet cat appropriately implies offering it with appropriate nourishment, appropriate stimulation, wellness treatment, and also numerous various other needs; this can become costly. This short article has suggestions you can make use of to make dealing with a pet cat less costly and also simpler. Your pet cat could not come running when you call, yet a lot of cats take pleasure in cuddling on their terms as well as time. Cats enjoy to have their heads as well as backs pet. Not all cats like their tummies rubbed so take care. Spending high quality time with your feline will certainly make enduring memories to review at some point. If you wish to have your cat for years, it is a great concept to keep them inside. While a pet cat might delight in going outside, it is statistically confirmed that exterior cats live shorter lives than interior felines. There are threats to a cat that spends time outside, not the very least of all various other animals. Is your pet cat constantly damaging your toilet tissue? See to it that your bath cells is stopping it from surrendering the top. You can also make or acquire a bathroom tissue cover. These covers are not pricey as well as will conserve you money if your hairy pal firmly insists on having fun with your tissue. pet portrait When educating a pet cat, take the appropriate approach. Support works better than rage. If you are trying to show a kittycat to utilize a litterbox, for instance, shouting will just discourage a tiny cat. When the pet cat begins to go outside the box, delicately put them in package so they learn. Do you like your pet cat however deal with allergies? If providing up your feline-friend is not something that you can do, try these things. Do away with as much carpets as feasible due to the fact that your pet cats dander obtains trapped in it. You can additionally not enable your feline in your bed room whatsoever. This will make living with your feline simpler on your allergic reactions. Utilize your cat to instruct your kids responsibilities. A pet demands care that the entire family can take part in. Each kid can take different day to feed the pet cat, for example. Exact same thing for litterbox care. You can make a timetable as well as upload it on the fridge. After that, everyone understands what they are accountable for. While kids should help with the treatment and responsibilities of a pet cat, leave the litterbox tasks to the adults or older youngsters. A cat's litterbox can carry conditions and also bloodsuckers. Because younger kids might not adhere to appropriate handwashing procedures, this job is better left to those older as well as extra responsible. Exists a pet in your house, as well as a pet cat? Canines take every opportunity they can reach eat the feline's food. Because of this, you require to put your pet cat's bowl in a location that is to high for a canine to reach. This also makes sure that there are no spats over the water between the two, when the food is gone. Felines might make a small mess outside their trash box. Your pet cat probably did not utilize the can due to the fact that it is not well cared for. Your feline will certainly come to be terrified of you if you punish it or reprimand it frequently. In some cases you require to offer your cat a pill. Some pet cats are harder than others, but you must trim their nails first. Then hold the head, open up the mouth, as well as put the pill in. Blow on the felines face. This will likely make the cat lick its nose, and also the tablet will certainly decrease naturally. Understand that your feline is quickly influenced by its surroundings. Cats have premium memories and will typically retain training for a lifetime. Conversely, they also keep frightening experiences and it takes them a long period of time to overcome their worries. Be encouraging with your pet cat and avoid situations that terrify them. Buy your cat a water fountain it can consume from. Cats that reside in the wild like drinking from running water, and also they have the exact same desires in a home. Pet cats generally such as to consume from a water stream. Actually, specific pet cats like to consume right from the sink faucet as it runs. Additionally, alcohol consumption water fountains are a lot more environmentally pleasant as well as provides them the capacity to consume naturally. Long-haired types are pretty, but understand how much work they are before you get one. That beautiful, silky coat will not look virtually as good around your floors as it does on the pet cat. Don't get a lengthy haired pet cat unless you're prepared to do a little extra cleaning. Hair rounds are likewise much more common in long haired felines. Moving the trash box can typically aid curb a trouble with cats that refuse to use it. Make certain to put it in a peaceful place in your residence. Some fantastic instances of such places are cellars, utility room or any type of other much less regularly used area in your residence. Sometimes it appears as if your cat is sleeping every one of his 9 lives away, nonetheless, this is completely normal. It is not unusual for pet cats to rest up to 16 hours per day, and much more. Much of their sleep is light rest, an impulse that keeps them ready on the occasion that a predator is close by. Regarding 25 percent of their rest is deep rest, where they fantasize and save power. Cats enjoy to sleep-a great deal! Cats are among several pets that are pricy to care for. Being a feline parent can be labor and also time extensive. These tips make it clear that you can care for your pet cat properly while investing less money.

#pet portrait #pet portrait painting #pet portrait art

[billiewena]

so much Miracle the Dog hate on the dash, what’s wrong with you people. don’t you understand the dog was symbolism. dean was a repressed dog person. it was always something he was so vocally against something against liking when really he could’ve adopted one and enjoyed it and loved them all along if he got a grip and let himself be free. it’s a metaphor for him loving m—

#by 'hate' ofc I mean two posts that suggested dean was a catperson I'm just dramatic <3 #cas IS a cat person tho this is only a known fact #they are catperson4dogperson this IS the dynamic #dean is either indifferent to cats or allergic to them but that's okay because I believe in phyllis supremacy #also miracle is cute okay #those five seconds of them cuddling was the only good part of the entire finale #and I say this as a cat person who just cuddled with my own only a minute ago #the only endgame that matters is cas and dean owning an adorable golden retriever and the ugliest naked cat you've ever seen #destiel #miracle the dog

[fantastic-bby]

SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

#kwritersworldnet #kpopccc #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff #stray kids animal hybrid au #stray kids boyfriend au #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz headcanons #skz fluff #skz animal hybrid au #skz boyfriend au #skz x reader #skz x you #bang chan #chan #lee know #lee minho #minho #seo changbin #changbin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #han jisung

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

AU: Where Dean lives in the bunker with his ducklings. After Jack arrives home with a big coat...

Jack: Greetings fellow bunker members

Claire, suspiciously: Alright, what are you hiding?

Jack, almost sweating: Nothing, what would you think I am hiding something?

Krissy: Because you called us “fellow bunker members”

Alex: Because you are visibly sweating

Kaia: Because you are wearing a big coat

Jesse: And because your big coat is meowing

Jack: Those are not Meows, that is my stomach

Bobby John: Cut the crap, and show us the kitten

Jack, getting the kitten out of his coat: Fine, but be careful please, he is fragile

(Cue awws)

Patience: It is so little and fluffy

Emma: It is so beautiful

Ben, after they start hearing footsteps: Wait, we have to hide it. Dean cant see it

Dean, rounding the room: Dean cant see what?

Bobby John, hiding the kitten: Nothing

Dean, sneezing: Really? Then what do you have there?

Jack, panicking: Cocaine (Cue kitten meowing)

Dean, sneezzing: That cocaine sound suspiciously like a cat

Ben, bulshitting his way out: Crazy what science can do today.

Bobby John, seeing Deans glare: Fine, it is a cat, but (showing him the cat) just look at him, he is so cute.

Dean: Guys, we talked about this, we cant have a cat.

Jesse: Why not dad?

Emma: Yeah, how can you say no to that face?

Dean, still sneezing: Because I will remind you I am allergic to cats

Emma: That sounds  like a you problem.

Dean, glaring with his sinuses blocked: We are not having a cat, I cant live here if there is a cat

Claire: I am sorry Dean

Dean: Thanks Claire, nice to know someone....

Claire interrupting: It looks like you will have to look somewhere else to live

Dean, glaring: WTF I am not moving out for some damn cat

(Cas and Sam entering the room after hearing the conmontion)

Sam: What is going on? (seeing the cat) Awww, what a nice little fellow! Can we keep it Dean (giving Dean the puppy eyes)

Dean, glaring: No, we cant keep it I am allergic to the damn thing

Cas, sensing the situation is about to scalate: Well that can be resolve easily (he puts a finger in Deans forhead and suddenly his sinuses are free) There I cure your allergy.

Dean: We are still not keeping it

(They kept it. Furthermore, a month in, you could find the cat at the Deans cave cuddling with Dean, Castiel swears he is not jealous, even if he contemplates giving Dean his allergy back)

#supernatural #destiel #dad dean #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #jesse turner #jack kline #emma winchester #claire novak #patience turner #krissy chambers #ben braeden #alex jones #kaia nieves #bobby john #deans ducklings

[bourbonbees]

Suptober Day 4- Secrets

Saccharine and Secret

Dean is keeping a secret, a big one, and he hopes that this is the one and only time he’s keeping a secret from Castiel. Because the guy is making it nearly impossible, he was far to attune to Dean’s routine. He noticed when Dean started to slip away every evening for a few moments to the room at the far corner of the bunker, the furthest away from their bedroom. Dean had made sure to choose that room to keep his secret in, knowing Cas was unlikely to go into the room full of old files.

“Where have you been?” Cas asks softly, setting the book he’d been reading on the bed side table and patting the spot on the bed next to him.

“You’ll find out soon enough, don’t you worry.” Dean smiles, sitting next to his angel and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He sighs when Cas furrows his brows in reply and studies him carefully as if he will be able to extract the secret from Dean’s mind. Matter of fact, he might be able to. Dean hopes he can’t.

“All I do is worry about you.” Cas sighs heavily, gently cupping Dean’s cheek with his hand and leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“You don’t have to this time. I promise it’s a not anything dangerous or at least not most of the time.” Dean chuckles, thinking about the secret tucked away in the room. He needs to show Cas soon, maybe in the morning.  

“Alright, well, you be careful, I love you, you’re precious cargo.” Cas resigns, tucking Dean in securely under the covers.

“Aww you think I’m precious?” Dean grins, batting his lashes at Cas exaggeratedly.

“Don’t push it.” Cas warns, turning off the light before settling in with Dean laying his head on his chest.

“You don’t have to stay here all night, you know? I know angels don’t sleep.” Dean yawns.

“I want to. Now go to sleep you pest.” Cas says lovingly, pressing his fingers to Dean’s temple and using his grace to lull him into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Dean awakes to an empty bed, he follows clanging sounds down the hall to the kitchen. Cas is busy attempting to make pancakes while Sam watches, his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Good morning! I’m making breakfast!” Cas says proudly. Dean really needs to show him his secret after breakfast, because if a wave of celestial intent making food he does eat isn’t love, he doesn’t know what is. He deserves to see his secret.

Dean eats the pancakes without restrain, shoveling them into his mouth and ignoring Sam’s disgusted expression which deepens when Cas kisses Dean in full view, syrup on his chin and all. Dean just grins proudly pulls Cas into his lap.

“Get a room!” Sam groans, sipping the last bit of his green smoothie, and he thinks he has the right to look at Dean like he’s the disgusting one. What a bitch.

“Actually, matter of fact. I have a room I’d like to show you.” Dean says to Cas who gives him an adorably confused head tilt.

“Gross.” Sam says with a roll of his eyes.

“Shuddup Sammy. You’re just jealous because you miss Eileen!” Dean preens, patting Cas’ hip so he would stand up and then joining him, hand in hand.

“Run.” Dean smirks, all mirth and mischief as he pulls Cas out of the kitchen, Sam half-heartedly chasing them half way down the hall before giving up.

“You’re the worst!” Sam calls after them, Dean all but giggling as he leads Cas to the room that holds his secret.

“Okay, so I have something to show you. I was trying to wait, to make this an anniversary gift but I can’t wait!” Dean says excitedly, hand on the door knob, his secret moments away from being revealed.

“Oh, it’s a gift.” Cas sighs in relief, visibly relaxing.

“Yeah what did you think, I was brining you to my secret opium den or something?” Dean teases, rubbing Cas’ back.

“I wasn’t sure what to think. Can never tell with you. You keep life, interesting.” Cas shrugs, pecking Dean’s lips as he opens the door, revealing a small black kitten waiting on the other side.

“Surprise!” Dean beams, feeling a swell of pride when Cas immediately bursts into happy tears, picking up the kitten and cooing over it as he cuddles it to his chest.

“Dean! This is wonderful, I love them. You got me a cat! But you said you were sort of allergic, didn’t you?” Cas rambles, sitting on the floor and letting the kitten curl up in his lap.

“Well after Jack and Claire taught you about Tik Tok,” Dean pauses rolling his eyes at the memory of the two teens helping Castiel, eldritch terror turned certified dorky dad, download the app. “I noticed you were watching lots of cat videos and that they make you light up. I love seeing you that happy. So, I figured, if your grace can cure cancer and things like that, why not my allergies.” Dean shrugs, sitting on the floor next to Cas.

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Cas wells up again, holding the kitten to his chest and giving Dean a long slow kiss.

“You deserve it and more.” Dean says honestly, petting the kitten’s soft ears and then kissing Castiel back lovingly. He chuckles as the kitten paws at his jaw, trying to push him back from Cas.

“Looks like I have competition. Good thing he’s cute.” Dean hums, sitting back and watching fondly as Cas kisses the kitten on the head.

“He, it’s a boy?” Cas asks curiously, nuzzling his nose against the kitten’s soft black fur.

“Yup, what are you going to name him?” Dean ventures to ask, resting a hand on Cas’ thigh, ignoring the fact that his eyes were itching like crazy, his allergies could wait.

“I think maybe Shiloh. It means peace. Because being with you and with him brings me peace.” Cas says decisively, making Dean’s heart swell with joy.

“Being with you brings me peace too, babe. Happy anniversary.” Dean says softly, resting their foreheads together.

They spend the rest of the day with Shiloh, setting up all the kitten supplies Dean had been hiding in the file room. It’s all painfully domestic which is what Dean wants, which is why he still has an even bigger secret right under Cas’ nose.

Cas has yet to find it, the gold ring Dean had tucked into the pocket of his trench coat with a little note attached in simple script reading “marry me?”

#suptober21 #suptober #secrets #destiel #deancas #ficlet

[regalrain]

Prompts Requested

(I shall one day get to all on here. This list will change as more are added or I complete them)

Hc’s -

how would the egos react to the reader having a crisis episode.. where theyre laughing and crying simultaneously and basically breaking down on such small things..

hmm perhaps a look on how would host react to a gender-questioning reader? or when they feel disphoric and how he tries to help?

Prompt: Illinois x a very touch starved reader. They just melt at his touch. With Lots of cuddling and kisses and hair petting.

your favorite damien and celine headcannons ?

Story-

Hehehhee.....Illy and Illi for Romantic scavenger hunt. Or?? A and B go to a bunch of restaurants and fake propose to get free food. -🤍

🥺👉👈Illy n yancy..... maybe A yancy,B illy? A plans a magical and elaborate date to celebrate their first Valentines Day with B. Little do they know, B hates Valentines Day. ?

Wait ok. Illy yancy. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m allergic to those flowers”

mmmmm that one with “on your knees” screams Cowboys.....cowboy boys......maybe Illi/Yancy first meeting.....mayhaps? (Yes this is a request dkgdkg)

https://regalrain.tumblr.com/post/647223664907042816 this for yanois if your taking requests?

6. The concept: Illi taking Dark, Yancy, and Ahperikaar out on a fun tropical vacation to a jungle. Wants: Gotta swim at a jungle lagoon/lake.....gotta have Ahperikaar/Yancy shenanigans.....gotta have Illi being a little bit of a bastard and eating/trying to get them to eat bugs just to watch Dark and Yancy squirm....

7. Actor and Jims whump

8. Could you possibly write me an unofficial “bad ending” for one of the In Space With Markiplier routes, where the reader goes into a room despite some warnings, and “whoopsie!” all of the Google androids are in there waiting for them? (Under a dumb new name like “G Bots” because Google co DEFINITELY didn’t want to be associated with their killer AI) - I just really miss my murder boys, man;v; Google, come back under a different name </3 (and if possible can I request no “Oliver”? Personal reason)

9. hello-i am unfortunately sad and sick and i wanted to read smth cute to cheer myself up. as always me love some illinois x gn reader maybe where the reader feels down after not being able to keep up with his adventures; (or really when youre so tired you just ca n t do a simple task and you keep forcing yourself to do so)and illy notices and helps. thank you for your time hope you have a nice day/night

Nsfw below cut

Story:

Illinois x werewolf!Yancy smut where Yancy is in heat and also fully transformed.

Illinois x afab Gn!Reader x Yancy - size kink and praise and degradation

“Having fun?” and “I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy.” - With the og Google IRL? Soft dom Googs- Ya gotta have it, sometimes.👌🏻Maybe a sprinkle of condescending praise? No degradation, please- and no names, “daddy, baby, kitten, sl-t,” - Just stuff like “good girl” *insert more praise-y lines I can’t think of* (or- “Good human” to be gn!) This is said voyeurism one <<

Could you maybe do a somnophilia scenario with the og Google blue? Reader’s his owner, and for some reason he just decides to uhh, “explore” some anatomy, while they’re asleep << (y/n or reader- is she/they) and yes indeed he is a cocky bastard ;)

#Regal!For #all in one place for me #I firmly believe in doing it when I have the muse so it comes out better #muse/drive

[lavenderclearwater]

The Little Things

Over the years, Dean and Cas have sacrificed so much for each other. Some of those were big, some were small. Either way, it meant a lot to them for them to do those things for one another.

Cas lights a dozen different candles in their bedroom because he can't decide which scent he likes best, nearly choking Dean out from the overwhelming smell of it all. He never complains though (at least not to Cas).

Dean is constantly cold and keeps the heat on year-round, sometimes making Cas feel like he is living in an oven. That doesn't stop him from enjoying it when Dean cuddles with him because he is a "living furnace."

Cas loves to celebrate Valentine's Day, Dean doesn't really see why it is so special after all the years of spending it with some random lonely girl. He does take Cas out to a big fancy dinner and gives him the most perfect gifts.

Dean is still not a morning person, he is often compared to a bear before his first cup of coffee, unlike Cas who is up and at em by 7:00 a.m every morning no caffeine required. So he waits until he has two before lifting him up onto the counter to kiss him gently.

Cas likes an insane amount of pillows (at least five) on the bed, though Dean has never been a "swim in a pile of marshmallows" kind of guy. He's happy to risk suffocation if it means that his boyfriend is happy.

Dean doesn't like to cook but Cas gets tired of diner food after a while. He ends up getting a cookbook and they agree to eat at least one homemade meal a week (sometimes two weeks if they are really busy).

Cas likes to collect little stuffed animals from the gas stations they stop at during their hunts, which has now grown into a small army. Dean gets him a large tub to keep them in for their room, ignoring the odd looks Sam gives him when he comes into their room.

Dean doesn't like to do anything for Halloween, Cas likes to hand out candy to the kids. They settle for going to a hotel to watch Halloween movies and giving out candy to whoever knocks.

Cas loves to hear Dean sing, he truly has a beautiful voice, even though he doesn't really do it often outside of the shower. He manages to convince him to go to a karaoke bar every once in a while.

Dean likes to go out fishing, most of the time by himself, Cas isn't really a fan of it either way. When his birthday rolls around, he rents him a cabin by a lake for the weekend.

Cas likes to make Christmas cookies with intricate frosting designs and usually has to kick Dean out of the kitchen to prevent him from eating them when they come straight out from the oven. Though, when he does finish them Dean always compliments him and kisses him on the cheek.

Dean constantly gifts him mixtapes of his favorite bands, though recently Cas has gotten into pop music. He still listens to every single one and tells Dean he loves them all.

Cas likes to stop by pet stores so he can pet the cats, even though Dean is allergic to them. He pretends he doesn't notice him buying them treats and giving them to them when he thinks he isn't looking.

Dean doesn't like it when Cas drives Baby, even though he is fully capable, even when it is the only option ["No Dean, you are not driving with a broken arm."] However, he has allowed himself to be "convinced" to stick to being a passenger by other means of persuasion than logic.

Cas is fascinated by the creation of chocolate milk, Dean still thinks that buying a jug of chocolate milk would be better than buying a jug of regular milk and the chocolate syrup. He does like to watch the wide smile on his face when he makes it though.

Dean insists that they have pie for dessert after every meal, though Cas personally liked chocolate chip cookies were the best. They usually get both as a compromise.

Cas has recently gotten into Harry Potter (turns out he is a Hufflepuff), something Dean has always teased Sam for being into. Cas did end up convincing him to take a quiz for his Hogwarts house and (surprise, surprise) he got Gryffindor.

Dean loves to decorate for Christmas but is too lazy to take them all done when the holiday is over so Cas ends up doing it. The mistletoe is the last thing to come down because he loves to take advantage of the traditional kiss.

Cas loves fresh honey and always drags Dean to any nearby farmers' market to pick up some even though he doesn't understand some people's obsession with organic foods. Although they always grab some apples there because they make the "absolute best" ingredients for homemade apple pie.

Dean likes to flirt a little when they go to bars, Cas doesn't like it when the people flirt back. He does enjoy smirking at them when it is him that Dean takes home every night.

Cas doesn't see why he can't just teleport them to all their distant hunts and back, arguing it would save time, but Dean refuses. He doesn't know it's because Dean likes the time they spend in the car together.

Dean loves horror films, the cheesier the better, though Cas finds them tedious ["We could have killed the monster AND gotten burgers half an hour ago" "Shush."] He does like it when Dean holds his hand during the jump scares.

Cas likes to go to libraries where he can sit and read for hours, Dean gets bored quickly. That changes when he finds the comic book section and they both have to be told by the librarian that it is almost closing time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35668054

#Supernatural #SPN #Fanfiction #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Destiel #Fluff #Humor #Crack #Comfort #AO3

[castielific]

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Tags: Supernatural, Destiel, Alternate Ending, Canon Compliant (up to 15x10), Human!Castiel, First kiss Summary: 

Once there are no more monsters, the only thing left to fight for is happiness.

Here is my take on our boys’ happy ending. I hope you’ll enjoy it. 

**************************

"I hate you", Dean grumbles into his elbows. His arms are on the table, his head buried into it as he squeezes his hands over his ears. 

"I think he’s getting better," Sam lies, hiding his grimace just in time so that Dean doesn’t see it when he raises his head to glare at him. 

Dean opens his mouth, but is cut off by a particularly shrill note that makes him feel like someone is drilling right into his tympans. Even Sam can't help but squeeze his fists in pain, crumbling the edge of the book he's trying to read. 

"'This would be good for you, Castiel'," Dean says, imitating Sam. "What about us, Sam? This doesn't feel good for us!"

"It's not so bad," Sam offers miserably. 

Yes it is. It's even worse than bad. Dean flinches in pain at every horrible noise that resounds all around the bunker as Cas continues to play - or more like, tries to play - what Dean thinks is supposed to be 'Twinkle twinkle little star' on his newly acquired violin. 

Truth is, it is all Sam's fault. Dean can't ressent him that much though, because the look on Castiel's face when they went to the music store was worth the torture they've been enduring for the last two days. 

Since God has been defeated, they've all been having a serious case of cabin fever. Heaven and Hell have closed up their doors, angels and demons alike running home with their tails between their legs. Even the common monsters have gone into hiding. Apparently the Winchesters killing God has impressed them enough that they've all decided that they better keep quiet. Of course, they're still there, but smart enough not to do anything that might attract the wrath of the hunters. Apparently, they are exceptionally good at hiding when they want to because the only case the brothers have had in the last six months had been a rogue vampire that went on a rampage. He was still young and out of control. It took three hours to take him down, the whole deal was done in less than a day, even counting the drive. 

In short, hunting has become boring. All they've had to keep them busy have been some random salt and burn, nothing exciting. The rest of the time, they've stayed cooped up in the Bunker and it didn't take long for them to go crazy. Each in their own personal way. 

For his part, Sam has gone a little too far on his healthy lifestyle penchant, to the point that it became borderline unhealthy: Running up to three hours a day and eating nothing but vegetable smoothies. It lasted two months before he realized that all it was doing was giving him diarrhea and making his shins look like basketball. So now he's taken to digitizing and translating every book in their library….which sounds as exciting as getting all your teeth pulled out, if you were to ask Dean, but at least it passes the time. 

Dean's way of coping was on the polar opposite as his brother's: he decided it was as good a time as any to learn to cook better. Dean has always loved cooking and has been having a blast since they found the bunker. For the first time of his life, he has a home and a kitchen of his own. Until now, between the Amara, the Men of Letters, and all that crap with God, he never had time to really enjoy it, limiting himself to the few recipes he already knew: burgers, steak, and breakfast food. With the hunting gig slowing down though, he had all the time in the world to try his hand at more ambitious things like roast, chili, lasagna and way too many pies. 

His personal wake up call  came when he tried to put on clothes one morning and couldn't find any pants that fitted him anymore.They hadn't had a case for three weeks, and he had to admit that he became a little too familiar with sweatpants. When confronted with the terrible truth of his every single one of his jeans being suddenly too small, he had no other choice: he spent the whole day dismantling the dryer to find out why it was shrinking all his clothes. Sam had a blast mocking him and Castiel, with his usual discretion, was quite pointedly avoiding looking at Dean's stomach during that conversation. Dean spent a long time in front of the mirror after that. He regrettably had to admit that his stomach resembled more Father Christmas's belly than David Beckham's abs at this point. He started to follow Sam's health routine the very next day. Or, tried to, at least. It didn't last long before he couldn't take the smoothie torture anymore, and decided that limiting his pie intake to two per week and doing some exercise should be enough. 

Sam and him actually came to an agreement on food after that, and while Dean would never ever drink a kale smoothie again, it actually wasn't so bad to add a little more salad to his plate. 

All in all, it was a difficult time for everyone, but especially for Castiel. 

Castiel used to be an angel with a Godly purpose, a mission grander than anything people could even imagine. Then suddenly Chuck was gone, and the angels were gone too, and he just became a puny human with no real purpose, a soldier of God with no God to serve and no war to fight. Easy to say that he quickly joined Dean in his sweatpants' aficionados club. Except where Dean was happy to indulge in a laziness that he never really had a chance to try out before, Cas soon fell into depression. Even the best pies Dean made seemed tasteless to him after a time. He was lost in a human routine that he could find no pleasure in. It came to a point where he didn't even sleep in his own bed anymore, never leaving the couch except to satisfy the most basic needs. Sadly, on most days, showers didn't seem to be considered as one of those needs. 

Once they had their breakthrough about their own miserable situations, the Winchesters decided to tackle their new mission: helping Cas. 

It was Sam who proposed that they should all write a list of things they always wanted to do, but never had time for. 

They took a trip to the Grand Canyon on the very next day, dragging a reticent Castiel along. Their road trip lasted nearly a month, because they kept getting distracted by new destinations. Sam wanted to see the Harold Washington Library, Dean wanted to go to Baltimore to go to the Dangerously Delicious Pies shop he heard about while searching for new pies recipes, and so on. 

Castiel never asked to see anything, pretending gloomily that he used to be able to go anywhere in a flap of his wings, and therefore had seen everything he ever wanted too. Dean dragged him to an amusement park anyway, because he was pretty sure the angel had never been on a rollercoaster before. Dean regretted that pretty fast when Cas became strangely fond of them, saying that it reminded him of flying. They took so many rides that Dean threw up and Sam's nose bled for nearly one hour after. 

Still, it seemed like a wake up call for Cas. He spent the rest of the drive home lost in his thoughts or scribbling a list on the back of a gas station's receipt. He even asked them to stop in Utah on the way back to see the largest bee hives in the US. They ended up buying so many types of honey that they now have a cupboard full of it in the kitchen. 

They had been back to the bunker for two days when Cas declared he wanted to learn how to play an instrument. They went to a music store, where Castiel tried on every instrument from a harmonica to a full drum set. After the obligatory harps jokes, Dean tries to entice him to buy a guitar, and learn all the best Zep songs. Cas was too polite and knew better than to criticize Dean's taste in music, so he chose the guitar. Dean wasn't oblivious to the way his friend kept lingering in front of a black violin though, so he relented and bought that instead.

He's sorely regretting it now. 

It's still totally Sam's fault though, he was the one to come up with the idea of this stupid list in the first place. 

**********************

"I've decided what I want," Castiel declares as soon as the movie's credit starts rolling about a month later. 

Sam snorts, waking up from the doze he'd fallen into. He blinks at them, wiping his eyes tiredly. 

"I said no cat, Cas," Dean reminds. Apparently, one of Cas' item on his stupid list is to get a pet.

"I don't want a cat."

"I'm allergic to animal's hair," Dean reminds him, suspicious. Last night Cas declared he wanted a Camel. A freaking camel. 

"Of course, Dean, your health comes first," Cas concedes amicably. "Although, I do wonder if you're not using this as an excuse, and would not have been amenable to adopt a pet anyway, were it not the case."

Dean scratches under his ear. "What? No. Of course, I'd want one. I love animals. Just, no snakes or anything that eats living food. I know you, and you would just end up saving all the mice or something."

"You know, they do make hairless cats and dogs," Sam pipes up, smirking when Dean sends him a side glare. 

"Those are majestic creatures, indeed, Sam, but I much prefer the softness of fur. Don't you Dean?"

"What." What kind of question is that?

"Wouldn't you like it if you could have a pet with a soft fur that didn't make you sneeze and suffer so much?"

"Huh. I guess?"

"Good," Cas concludes with a jut of his chin. "His name is Honey," Cas announces, raising the kilt that was on his lap to reveal a…

"What the hell is that thing?" Dean shouts, jumping to his feet. 

"Honey is a texel guinea pig," Cas says, cuddling the little beast to his chest. The pet starts emitting a little noise in pleasure as Castiel caresses his fur. It has long curly hair. Its head is black with a white spot on the top while the rest of its body is a mismatch of large black, white and orange spots. 

"It looks like a freaking sheep!" Dean exclaims, sending a betrayed look to his brother that is already kneeling next to Cas and petting at the small animal. 

"See, Sam, we do have a guinea pig now," Cas says proudly, making Sam chuckle at what is obviously a private joke between them. 

"We don't have anything! I'm allergic, Cas, remember? My health…," Dean finishes, faking a cough. Sam rolls his eyes while Cas squints at him. 

"I don't think you are, Dean. Honey has been on my lap all night and you haven't shown any signs of allergy. I've looked at you closely to make sure."

"Do you think he likes kale?" Sam asks, taking the little beast on his own lap as he sits on the ground. 

"I think he might, Sam. The internet says guinea pigs need to eat a lot of vegetables. Do you want us to go and try to feed him some?"

"Yes!" Sam declares, squeezing delicately the pet against his chest as he gets up. 

"But-," Dean tries to protest. 

"I bought him a little hammock that he really likes," Cas tells Sam as he gets up too. 

"But I haven't-"

"That's cute! I want to see it!" Sam says eagerly.

"My allergies…," Dean finishes lamely as he watches the two other men leave the room without a look in his direction. He scowls, staring at the beer he's still holding. He sulks for all of thirty seconds before he grumbles. "Dammit, I want to see the tiny hammock too. Guys, wait for me!"

**********************

"Oh, that's...that's a nice...tree."

"It's supposed to be Sam," Cas says with a pout, looking at his very first painting.

"Yeah no, I mean, behind him? The big woody thing?"

"That's you," Castiel pouts, looking dejected. 

Dean grimaces, inclining his head to try, and identify himself in the glob of paint on the canvas. 

"So you're not Van Gogh," Dean finally declares. "Or Mozart. The important thing is that you wanted to give it a try and you did. If you liked doing it, then that's what matters, no matter the end result," Dean tries to reassure, squeezing his friend's shoulder reassuringly. He learned his lesson when his words about Cas' lack of music skill were not so delicate, and the ex-angel ended up giving him the cold shoulder for a whole week. 

When he looks back at him, Cas has a small smile on his lips and a look so full of...of something, that Dean can feel his cheeks warming a little. Seconds pass and Cas keeps staring until Dean clears his throat, forcing himself to look back at the ugly painting.

"What's next on your list?" 

A hand pulling on his arm makes him turn back toward Castiel. Dean barely has time to react before his friend's lips brush with his. It's so fast and soft that he's left blinking in confusion, wondering if that really happened. 

"This was."

Cas is still smiling, even though Dean recognizes the worried line creased between his brows. The hunter opens his mouth, but doesn't know what to say. To say that he wasn't expecting it would be an understatement. To say that he never thought about it, a lie. To say that he regrets it…

"I liked doing it," Cas declares, nodding his head in satisfaction. "Now I want to ride a horse."

"A- a horse?"

"Unless we can still get a camel?" Cas teases, acting hopeful. He sends Dean a wink - a goddamn wink - before he grabs his painting under one arm and leaves the room. 

"Ride a...Wait. Cas! We're not getting a horse either! Cas!!" 

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When Dean finds him, Castiel is sitting on the bench Dean made from the trunk of one of the trees they had to cut down to make this space into their garden. The sun hasn't set yet, but the end of september's evenings are already colder. The last flowers of the season are blooming, and the vegetables they planted in the spring are starting to wilt, only a few tomatoes popping red among the green and yellowing stems. 

Cas is bending forward, forearms resting on his legs. His eyes are closed and for a minute, Dean is worried that something happened, that he's sad or sick. He's reassured when he hears the low murmur of Cas' words, see the slight smile at the corner of his lips, the one Cas always gets when he's trying to be funny. 

His friend hasn't heard him approaching yet, so Dean waits, trying not to eavesdrop on a conversation he's not supposed to be a part of. 

Dean takes the time to check on the apple trees he planted instead. They're too young yet, too small to give any fruit, but by next year, maybe...He can't wait to bake a pie with his own apples. He rolls his eyes at the thought, that's so domestic. Yet here he is, planning on planting strawberries and raspberries, checking on the squash that is starting to grow and wondering if it'll be ready by Thanksgiving. 

Vegetables are Sam's thing. Flowers and the small hive they've built are Cas'. Dean is in charge of the fruits. 

They planted their garden over the underground garage, hidden by such a large ply of trees that there is no risk of anyone stumbling upon it by accident. They had to cut down trees, dig out every root, and plow the whole area to prepare the soil. They've spent nearly all spring and a good part of summer working to create that little bit of garden on the Bunker's roof. They've bought so many gardening tools that they're already making plans to build a shed here in the spring. 

It's nice. The bunker is feeling more and more like a home, like a place Dean could feel himself growing old in, maybe. 

They've talked about buying a house, especially Sam, but somehow they can't see themselves leaving anywhere else than in the bunker. It's their legacy, the place they were always meant to be, and they've come to love it despite all the horrors that happened there in the past. 

Maybe it will change someday. Maybe Sam will want to marry someone, to buy a more traditional place with a white picket fence where he can raise kids without fearing that they'll choose a cursed object or weapon laying around as their next toy. Dean has noticed more and more of Eileen's clothes in the laundry, more of her things left behind every time she comes to visit. He hopes it's only a matter of time before he's not surprised to see her at breakfast anymore. 

By the time he's checked on the fruit part of the garden, Cas has stopped praying and is observing him. The sun is setting, painting an orange glow behind him, and for a second it nearly looks like Cas has a hallo. 

"You told Jack about the horse riding lesson?" Dean asks as he straddles the bench to sit next to his friend. He rubs his hands against the cold, blowing into them to try and warm them up a little. 

"Maybe," Cas says with a mocking smile that makes Dean balks. 

"Oh, come on, you promise you wouldn't tell anyone about me falling on my ass!"

Cas chuckles at the memory of Dean's horse throwing him into a giant mud puddle. Dean had cursed for a whole ten minutes as he struggled to stand up but kept falling right back on his ass. It made Cas laugh so much that he'd started crying. That's a thing Cas does now, he laughs. He does it more and more, and Dean is amazed by it, every single time. 

"Technically, I didn't tell anyone anything," Cas argues with a smirk. He's not wrong. They have no idea if Jack can even hear their prayers now that he's taken charge of and close up Heaven. That doesn't stop them from regularly praying to him, especially Cas. 

"You tell Sam and I'll bury your damn guinea pig next to the tomatoes," Dean threatens. 

"No you won't," Cas says with a fond smile. 

"No, I won't," Dean admits, pouting half-heartedly. He's actually come to like the damn beast. Which no one would actually know if Honey didn't start screeching every time Dean comes near it, calling for the treat that he knows Dean will give him. It was supposed to be their little secret but Honey blew their cover more than once. Dean is still pretending he hates the little ball of fluff, on principle, even though no one is fooled anymore. 

"You were right about the horse, I hadn't realized the amount of dejection it actually produces," Cas concedes. "Also, my bottom is sore from the ride," he adds, squirming a little in his seat. 

Dean chokes a little on his saliva at the image that brings to mind. Honestly, even without the innuendo, watching Cas ride a horse, hips rising and bending over the saddle, has done quite a number on Dean's libido. If he hadn't been questioning his sexuality before, he would definitely be now. Good thing he already was. Cas kissing him has been the only thing on his mind for days now. They haven't talked about it, and Cas is acting like it didn't even happen, but Dean has barely slept since then, spending his nights thinking about Cas' lips on his, and how he might possibly maybe want to do that again. 

"Did you kiss Sam too?" he blurts out. It's not the most subtle or delicate way to bring up the subject, but apparently that's what his brain has chosen to say. Damn you, brain! 

"Why would I kiss Sam?" Cas asks, looking genuinely astounded by the question. 

"Wasn't that on your list?" Dean asks, scratching the back of his neck. 

Cas squints at him like he's the most idiotic thing he's ever seen and, well, Dean probably is. 

Dean squirms under the stare, rubbing his hands again, as much against the cold as in nervousness. The ex angel gives a long suffering sigh before he grabs Dean's wrists. He pulls on his hands until they're under his own sweater. Dean is so startled that he just looks at the bulge his hands are making over Cas' stomach with wide eyes, not daring to move his fingers. They're nestled between Cas' tee-shirt and his abdominal muscles. It's so warm under there that his skin is tingling from the temperature difference. 

"You're an idiot, Dean Winchester," Cas declares. Dean looks up, and Cas is looking at him so fondly that it makes him blush a little. 

"Yeah," he sighs. "I know."

"I must be one too, because I would very much like you to be my idiot for as long as you would have me," Cas confesses, a little shy as he draws patterns on the shape of Dean's fingers over the tissue of his sweater. 

"I'm not sure, Cas," Dean says, making the other man tense up. "Are you sure you want to be stuck with me forever?"

It takes a minute for Cas to get his meaning, brow furrows intensely before they relax in realization. 

"That was my plan all along," Cas says, his smile so wide it's showing his gums. 

And yeah, knowing Cas, it probably was. Cas would have stayed by Dean's side forever whether he was an angel or a human or even a God. Hell, Cas was ready to stay by his side when Dean was turning into a monster bearing the mark of Cain, and when he was a demon. He wanted to stay by Dean's side even when Dean was cruel and screaming at him to go. It was the irony of it all, wasn't it? It always felt like Cas was leaving him, running away for angel business or whatever, but Dean never ever doubted that he would come back. He always knew Cas would come back somehow. After all, even death could never keep Cas away for long. 

Dean slides his hands a little higher, making Cas shiver as they travel over his torso under his shirt. Dean's fingers tightens around the cloth, and pulls Cas closer, close enough that their noses are nearly touching. 

"And now it's mine too," Dean sworns,resting his forehead against the other man's. He cradles Cas' jaw, passing a thumb under one of his eyes. The stubborn angel refuses to close them, even though they're so close that he's going cross eyed. Still, he keeps looking right into Dean's green orbits and hell, that must mean Dean can't keep his eyes off Cas either

When they kiss, it's sappy and tender and sweet and everything Dean always thought he could never have. The relief he feels makes Dean wonders if it isn't everything he's been waiting for all along, without even realizing it. 

Cas is right by his side, as always, and Dean is damn well going to keep him as close as he can for as long as he possibly can. And hey, he knows the guy ruling Heaven now, so that might just be forever. 

The End. 

#destiel #deancas #dean/cas #dean/castiel #destiel fic #spn fix it #fic #destiel fix it #ao3 fic #Dean/castiel fanfic

[cas-rivaille]

Hello! Asking for a matchup ( Jujutsu Kaisen )! I'm a little nervous haha...

I go by the name Prince and my pronouns are : He/They. I'm an INFP and a 4'10" Pisces.

I have black, curly hair that ends above shoulders with the left side shaved. I have dark brown eyes and a slightly tanned skin tone. I am Pilipino. I'm petite and I tend to wear hoodies/jackets and shorts/jogging pants. Though, occasionally, I like to wear elaborate androgynous clothes or a mixture if feminine and masculine clothing. My ears are pierced and I have a lot of scars on my legs and arms due to skin asthma.

I'm a total introvert who would not leave the house unless necessary, and I tend to avoid large crowds and people since I have social anxiety. I'm quite distant, cold and awkward when I first meet people but I get really weird ( ahem, shameless.) and outgoing once I warm up to someone. I'm a worrywart and prone to have pessimistic/intrusive thoughts. My humor is dark and inappropriate ( I laughed when Kisaki got isekai'd. I'm so sorry. ), and very sexual. Although, I'm panromantic asexual. My love language are physical affection ( back hugs, cuddles, face peppering, playing with your hands, hand holding, & arm over the shoulder. ), and cheesy/corny flirts. I'm also a psychology student, an artist, a cosplayer, and a creative makeup artist. I enjoy horror films and historical novels. I like playing pranks on others, listening to all kinds of music, and dancing. I dream to be a full-time cosplayer or a psychologist. I like to travel the world as well, take photos, and, of course, watch anime and read manga! I like hanging out in a dimly lit bedroom, watching movies, or at an abandoned area ( parking lot, building, etc. ) I enjoy solitude and the dark. Oh! I'm scared of butterflies and allergic to dust.

My ideal type is someone who are understanding, accepting and patient. Someone who understands that I need space in order to recharge my energy to socialize again. Supportive, honest, and loyal. Perhaps someone who can love me just as much or much more as I love them. I'm a total sap and an affectionate person to the person I love. I'm the type to wake up every morning and message them, "Good morning, hun!" and I also check up on them if they're feeling well. Someone who isn't afraid to be themselves around me and can open their heart to me. That's the biggest trust they can give to me. Loving, caring, and perceptive.

Apart from that, I also like someone who can be submissive towards me. I find them to be cute and it makes me wanna bully them more for being so adorable :") ( Will spoil them to bits after ). I may be short but I do not enjoy being the little spoon/submissive partner

YAY MORE REQUESTS FROM FELLOW HE'S AND THEYS !!

i match you with… GOJO !!

- we all know this man likes to act suave but your flirting will bring him to his knees

- he loves like LOVES being the little spoon

- he’s always had to be the powerful one so when you come around and give him a chance to be vulnerable

- he gives zero shits that you’re shorter than him

- it won’t stop you from peppering his face w kisses

- he will show you every sorcery trick he knows

- pls take him on dates to get dumb souvenirs he’ll be so happy

- he doesn’t care that you’re asexual he loves you no matter what

- he loves that you’re shameless around him because you always manage to make him laugh

- he doesn’t quite understand your need to be alone because he’s such an extrovert but he does respect it and give you space when you need

- he loves watching horror movies with you

- he will loan you his clothes because they’re bigger on you and he owns on obsessive amount of sweatshirts and sweatpants anyways

- play with his hands whenever you can omg

- he will take you with him on missions so you can see the world

- overall a very loving relationship

——

I HOPE I DID A GOOD JOB AND HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AND REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER !!

- cas :)

#mars on earth #jjk requests #jjk matchups #jjk matchup #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo #gojo satoru

[smol-and-grumpy]

Something Just Like This - CH20

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

A/N: This is just a little something fluffy. And we see a lil more of what lies ahead.

WC: 3436

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean’s man helps her clean up the bar but he didn’t say a word. Only when Y/N asks him his name did he tell her that he’s Gabriel. She wonders what happened to Adam, if Dean’s really jealous and took her jokes seriously to take Adam off this job and delegate him to do something else. Because that wasn’t her intention. 

Gabriel follows her to Dean’s apartment in his own car and even follows her into the garage.

She gets out the same as he gets out of his vehicle. “You didn’t have to come down here, I’m a big girl.”

Gabriel looks at her like he thinks she’s crazy. “I live here.”

“In this building?”

“Yeah, boss provides accommodation. Here, and several other buildings around town.” 

Her jaw opens and she knows she has to close it. After a long while of staring each other down she asks, “How many of you live here?” 

Gabriel shrugs, “About twenty. The rest he rents out.”

“He owns the whole building?”

“Hey woman, you’re with him, you should know.”

Yeah, maybe Gabriel’s right. Maybe she should know. 

“And he decides who lives here and who lives in other buildings?”

“Only people he trusts live here.” Gabriel says it like it’s no big deal.

“Adam?”

“No.”

“Who’s looking after the cat when he’s not around?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Before you? Sam sometimes Cas, but Cas is allergic to cats. Big boss doesn’t trust anyone else with a key to his apartment.”

“Ah,” She says and she feels her cheeks burning up.

“Listen, it’s late, I wanna go lie down. Will you be okay? Just hit me up tomorrow when you’re leaving for your shift. I’m in apartment 17A.”

“Okay,” She says, and adds, “Thank you.”

*

She turns the key and slips in, turns on the light and immediately, Cuddles is by her side, meowing softly. “Hey Cuddles, I’m gonna stay with you for a couple of days, okay? You hungry?”

Cuddles runs straight to his feeding dish, meows some more and she drops her things in Dean’s bedroom before she returns to feed the cat.

While Cuddles is eating, she stands up, empties the litter box and walks back into the bedroom. “I’m gonna take a shower, alright?” She says to the cat in passing.

Apparently, she talks to cats now.

*

After her shower, Y/N walks out into the bedroom with a towel around her body. She goes straight to her bag but then she has an idea.

Walking over to Dean’s closet, she opens it. 

Suits and shirts. 

A lot of it.

Almost exclusively.

Dress pants too.

She opens a drawer. Ties. Neatly rolled up.

Another drawer. Cuff-links. Neatly aligned on one side, tie clips off to the other side.

She tries another drawer. Underwear and socks.

My god, where does he keep his normal clothing? 

The second to last drawer. Bingo! Simple t-shirts and henleys. Not as many as dress shirts but enough. She finds the one she’s been looking for, and pulls it out, places it to her nose, smells Dean’s detergent on it.

It’s the same shirt she wore when she was here the first time. Led Zeppelin. The letters already faded. She wonders if he’s wearing it often.

She walks back into the bathroom, hangs the towel up to dry and brushes her teeth. Everything’s still here. His toothbrush, his trimmer, his cologne. Dean must be used to traveling, maybe even has sets in his bag ready for travel so he doesn’t have to unpack a lot once he gets home.

Walking out again, she turns on the light on the bedside table before returning to the bathroom to switch off that light. She fishes out a pair of underwear she’s packed and puts her old clothes into the plastic bag before she stuffs them into her overnight bag.

When she looks at the bed again, Cuddles’ already lying in there, waiting for her.

She grins, “Hey buddy, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

The cat gives her a look that says Duh! If you wouldn’t have wanted me in here you should have closed the door! But then it’s like the cat’s face softens up when she strokes his head. And now he’s looking at her as if to say I won’t tell if you don’t. And how can she say no to that?

Y/N cozies herself into the bed, almost gets lost in the comfy sheets. Everything smells new. Dean must have changed the sheets before he left.

Turning off the light, she turns on her side, Cuddles is already purring away next to her. 

She’s almost asleep when she hears her phone vibrate. She takes it, looks at the message. Smiles because she can’t not smile at that.

D: Is everything okay? 

Y/N: Why shouldn’t it be?

D: Is the cat giving you attitude?

Y/N: He has a name.

D: Is Cuddles giving you attitude?

Y/N: Oh shit, I was supposed to go to your place!

D: Jesus Y/N! Don’t make me drive back to spank you!

Y/N: Relax. Everything’s fine. Although I wouldn’t say no to a spanking. But yeah, we’re fine. Both in bed and ready to sleep.

D: I would hope that you’re both in separate beds. With him in his cat bed which is located in the fucking living room.

Y/N: Sure.

D: Y/N!

Y/N: Good night Dean

D: I swear, if I find out that he’s been in my bed..

She laughs at that, puts her phone aside even if it’s still vibrating with incoming messages. She’s too tired to deal with texts.

It’s about another minute when her phone rings, and she picks up grumpily. “Hello?”

“I know you didn’t read the messages.”

“I’m tired.”

“That’s alright. Just want to say good night to you. So good night, baby.”

“Good night Dean.”

“Miss you.” He adds and there goes sleep because her heart is racing.

“Miss you too.” 

They’re driving to an abandoned warehouse, where the meeting with Crowley is supposed to be. They’re meeting with Crowley’s nephew. The head of Crowley’s logistics operation or so Crowley says.

The drive is a short one since they were already in town for another meeting yesterday and slept here. Sleep is maybe too good of a word. Dean has had a nightmare again, woke up in the middle of the night with sweat beading his forehead. That was when he texted her. 

It’s almost noon now and he wonders if she’s awake already.

“Dean, we’re here.” Cas says, jolting Dean back to reality. 

“Okay, you can go on, I’ll just be a minute.” He says while Inias, Ash and Cas get out of the car. Of course Dean didn’t miss Cas’ eye roll. Couldn’t have missed it if he tried.

Alone in the car, Dean thumbs over his contacts, his finger hovers above her number. He debates for a short moment, breathes in and out. He doesn’t want to wake her up but the urge to hear her voice is almost too much for him to bear.

It rings.

“‘Lo,” 

Dean exhales. The tense in his body is gone and he relaxes immediately. She sounds like she just woke up, her voice as a sexy sultry tone to it. It actually makes his cock stir in his pants and he knows he should be ashamed of it. Should be worried of the effects she has on him. Worried of the power she holds over him.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah,” Dean can hear shuffling, she’s probably getting out of the bed. His bed. The thought makes him feel kind of content. It should be like this, shouldn’t it? With her in his apartment, in his bed.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, I’m up for a while. How did you sleep?”

“What is sleep?” He snorts.

“Nightmare?”

Dean sighs, “Yeah.”

“‘M sorry.”

“Don’t bother,” He brushes it off, doesn’t want to dwell on the subject of his nightmares. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m—” There’s a sound of a machine. Loud and horrible. He makes a mental note to maybe get a new one. One that isn’t so fucking loud. “—oh my god!”

Dean chuckles, “It’s loud isn’t it?”

“No, I mean yeah, it is but I just had another shock moment.”

Dean’s alarmed. “What is it? The cat?”

Y/N laughs then, “Sorry, no. It’s just I was walking around and there’s a blob of your cum coming out of me and I think I need to change underwear again.”

“Jesus, Y/N! You seriously need to stop giving me heart attacks!” Then his voice gets lower, “Fuck, thanks for that image. Now I can’t stop thinking about you walking around in my apartment with cum stained underwear. You’re now wet and dripping, too, probably. Wet enough for me to just bend you over and fuck into you.”

Alright, that was a mistake because he’s half hard just by imagining it. 

“Thanks,” She says, and adds, “Now I’m even wetter.” 

“You’re welcome.” Dean grins. 

“Why don’t you do it?” 

“Do what?” He asks, wondering how she thinks he can go there right now.

“Bend me over and fuck me from behind. You always do it from the front.”

It’s the first time Dean thinks about it and yeah, that’s true.

“I-I just always want to see your face. I can’t if I’m behind you.”

It’s the truth. He can’t stand not seeing her face. Wants to know when he’s doing something wrong because she matters.

“You have a floor length mirror in your bedroom, just saying,”

“Ooookay, I need to cut this off because I have a meeting to attend and I can’t be thinking of you on all fours wet and ready for me.”

She laughs, “Too late.”

“It is.” He agrees. “Right, I’ll be in touch and I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, Dean.”

“Bye, baby.”

Dean hangs up, stowed his phone back into his pocket and adjusts his boner before he gets out, buttoning up his suit jacket, slips into Dean Winchester, mobster boss.

“Alright, let’s go.”

*

“Gentlemen,” Crowley says as they walk in. “Take a seat.”

There are four empty chairs around a gigantic round table. The others are all occupied.

“Sorry we’re late,” Dean says, unbuttons his jacket and sits down. He looks into the round, sees familiar faces except for one.

“Yeah, he had to call up his sweetheart.” Ash snorts and Dean gives him that look. A look that says, that Ash should shut up or he’ll find himself at the end of a barrel.

Crowley grins, “Is that so? Is that why you didn’t want a girl from the club?”

Dean’s annoyed to say the least. “Can we get on with what he came here for?”

Crowley ignores Dean, turns to Ash and says, “That waitress?”

“Barmaid.” Cas corrects Crowley, a smug grin on his face but that grin is gone when he sees the look on Dean’s face.

“Ew, the one who said she had STD.” Crowley cringes his nose but then his lips form an ‘O’, “Ah, I’ve been played, I see. Barmaid one, Crowley zero.”

“Please, it’s none if your fucking business.” Dean growls, his hand comes up to scratch at his jaw, feeling visibly uncomfortable.

“Right, it’s your ‘fucking’ business,” Crowley is still grinning, air quotes the word fucking. “Anyway, gentlemen, this is my nephew Cain. He’s something higher up at Amtrak, is responsible for routes and schedules, I asked him to help out and here he is.”

“Cain,” Dean nods. It’s hard to tell that Cain’s Crowley’s nephew. He’s much taller, doesn’t look like his uncle at all. If it’s even his real uncle. Sometimes Crowley likes to take people under his wing, mentor them so he can use them. 

“I’ll have people cover up the wagons, make them believe it’s a freight train of the city when in fact it’s gonna be methylamine for buyers in the west and countless other illegal things that I don’t even wanna know about.” Crowley is explaining it to Cain. Looking around at Dean and his men Crowley then says, “I hope gentlemen, that after this, you’ll be voting for me again in the next mayoral election.”

Dean tries not to snort out too loud.

“How many wagons are we talking about?” Cain asks, balancing a pen on his finger. Dean has noticed that Cain’s taking notes like a good school boy. He doesn’t know what it is but there’s something about Cain that rubs him the wrong way. He wonders if Crowley has run a background check on him.

“About fifteen to twenty.” Dean says. 

“Excuse me what?” Cain asks, taken aback by the large number.

“Oh, you heard me.” Dean smirks and then he turns to Crowley, “I don’t think your nephew is ready for such a big thing.”

Castiel lowers his chin and mumbles “That’s what he said.” Which in turns makes Ash spit out the water he’s been drinking and splatters it across the table.

He’s working with a bunch of kids, Dean realizes.

“Cain, are you able to do that?” Crowley asks, his gaze on Cain and it’s as if Cain knows that if he says no, Crowley will probably do something bad to him and get someone else to do it anyway.

“I can,” Cain says, but his voice is not as convincing. “I need a couple of months, though.”

“Months?” Crowley’s outraged.

“Yeah, it’s not that easy, given the amount of freight I need to be thorough with the planning.” Cain tries to explain himself.

“Ash will help you.” Dean says.

*

After everyone walks out of the meeting room, Dean pulls Crowley aside. “Listen how real of a nephew is Cain to you?”

Crowley chuckles. “He’s actually not. It’s just someone I thought has potential.”

“Good,” Dean whispers. “I don’t trust him. Do you have a back up?”

“I always have a back up. Maybe not as good but when Ash can work on it sometime with Cain, maybe Ash can do the majority and we can get the backup in. I don’t trust Cain myself.”

“Why’s that?”

“Have you seen him making notes? Who the hell does that? It’s not like the things we talk about should be found anywhere! It fucking irks me!” Crowley hisses.

“Why did you get him on board?” Dean hisses back.

“His brother worked for me and got killed. Said I’d take care of his family and when I found out that Cain works for Amtrak, he was my fucking man alright?”

“For fuck’s sake, Crowley! Why do you think that he won’t be ratting us out? For all I know he’s gonna serve our asses to the Feds on a fucking silver platter!” Dean’s annoyed, punches the wall next to him.

“He’s being watched 24/7. I tapped his phone and his emails are going through my server. For now, get Ash to work with him, I’ll take care of it when time comes.” Crowley says and with that, he walks out of the meeting room. 

Dean feels nauseous, has to sit down for a moment. He rubs his face, leans back and closes his eyes. 

No, this can’t be happening. He’s not going to lay his future (or what’s left of it) in the hands of fucking Cain. This is his only shot, it’s all or nothing. It has to work out, only then will he be a free man. And now with Y/N, he has even more to lose. 

D: I have to stay here another night, will you be okay?

Her phone lights up as she’s loading the dishwasher. She finishes the task and writes back.

Y/N: Don’t worry about me. Cuddles and me are having a good time.

D: Wish I could be there.

She giggles before she types something in.

Y/N: You’d be the third wheel.

The three dots appear, which means Dean’s typing something. And then they disappear only to reappear. The same game, again and again.

Y/N: You okay?

D: Yeah.

Then a little later.

D: No, actually I’m not. I’m having a rough day. Can I call you later? Maybe it helps when I hear your voice.

Y/N: Sure. Do you wanna call now?

D: No, I’m with Cas and the others. They’re already making enough fun of me as it is. Don’t worry, I’ll call you later, sweetheart. 

Y/N: Okay. 

Great. Does he think that she won’t worry? Ugh. Men, seriously.

She pockets her phone into her jeans and walks towards Dean’s office. She absolutely hates to do that. It’s like Dean completely turns her around and that’s not good, is it?

Her heart’s racing when she opens the door. The office is sparse, a big heavy desk, a big screen, a laptop. One big ass office chair and behind it some folders and a file cabinet. 

All of a sudden a sound makes her scream up. Cuddles jumped from the floor onto the desk. “My god, you scared me for a second there.”

The cat looks at her with the look that says something like You and me both know that neither of us should be in here.

She sighs, rolls her eyes, “This is our secret, alright? I’m not doing it because I want to.”

Y/N works fast, looks through folders, files, comes up empty handed. She picks up the cat, glances back one last time to see if everything’s as it should be and then she closes the door behind her, leans against it and breathes for the first time. She didn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath this whole time.

There’s nothing that leads to his shady things. All the folders and files are about legal investments and that is as frustrating as it is a relief.

He must have all his other things at the bunker and who knows when she’ll be able to go there next and even worse, she won’t be alone in there.

She walks back to the couch, drops herself and the cat down on it, takes out her phone and snaps a picture of them together. Her face is still a little flushed and Cuddles looks as annoyed as a cat can.

She decides to send it to Dean, to help cheer him up. 

The reply came immediately.

D: My two favorite things.

Her cheeks start to redden again. And then another text. 

D: I set it as my lock screen, hope you don’t mind. You look good in my shirt. Have you been going through my stuff?

Oh, oh…

Y/N: Just wanted to sleep in the shirt I slept in the first time I was here.

She hopes he’s buying it. Which he should because it’s the truth.

D: It’s okay, I don’t keep secrets from you. It looks better on you anyway. You can keep it if you want.

She doesn’t know if she should answer. What she should answer. Decides not to because he said before that he was busy. 

Looking at the watch, she sees that she still has two hours to kill before she has to go to work. She walks to her bag, gets out her drawing book and starts to draw. It’s a passion really. She always wanted to study art but then the thing with her dad happened and she completely turned her life around. Now she only draws when there’s time. 

Opening the a new page, she picks out Cuddles to draw and when she’s about to start, Dean’s text is coming in.

D: There’s a gym and a pool on the first floor of the building if you’re bored.

Y/N: Tell me, do you really don’t have a camera in here? I thought you didn’t have a pool?

D: No cameras, just think that you might be bored. And it’s not my pool. It’s a community pool for everyone in the building.

Y/N: I don’t have a bathing suit with me.

D: Then don’t go to the pool. It’s kinda unsanitary to swim naked. 

She snorts out a laugh.

Y/N: That’s your only concern? That I would swim there naked?

D: Yeah.

Y/N: Okay.

D: My second concern is that people will see you naked and I don’t want that.

Y/N: Thanks for being honest.

D: Anytime.

Y/N: Now stop texting me and go about your business!

D: You sound like Cas.

She grins and picks her pencil back up.

CH21

#something just like this #dean winchester #mobster!dean #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

[fandom-necromancer]

1182. Please, don’t hurt me!

This was promted by the awesome @detroitbecomestickman! Hope it’s funny, I tried XD Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

Cats loved Nines and Nines loved cats. Gavin seemed to like cats too, given that his phone had hundreds of pictures of them saved although there was little to no space left for important data. As they moved in together, Nines had asked him whether he owned one, but Gavin had just shaken his head with regret and the android hadn’t asked further. He would have loved to have a pet, but if he had to choose between Gavin and a cat, the human won.

Most of his calculations ended that way. Being promoted to Lieutenant and move to another precinct or stay Gavin’s partner? Spending his time with maintenance or steal a few more minutes with his human? Allow his love to get harmed or catch the bullet for him? Easy decisions from Nines’ perspective and maybe even no decision at all. No, he would stay with Gavin forever. Solving mysteries, finding clues and chasing suspects through Detroit was something he loved nearly as much as his human, he thought, currently doing the latter. They ran through dark alleys, their feet disturbing puddles from the last rain, while the sound of cars from the next street followed them.

‘Damn, he’s fast!’, Gavin panted by his side, keeping up with the android. Nines wasn’t running at top speed, but given the nature of their suspect, it might be better to corner him together. He was extremely fast and agile, and Nines didn’t know if he could handle him himself. The criminal had managed to escape his cell completely on his own, running for his life as the duo began chasing him outside the building and down the stairs. ‘We could always call backup’, Nines offered, but only earned a sneer from the human: ‘Like hell we are. We wanted to beat Hank and Connor in this month’s arrests, don’t you remember?’ ‘Then I hope you still have some stamina left. Our suspect has climbed the fire escape of the next building.’ ‘Oh, you gotta be kidding me!’, Gavin practically whined. But as he followed the fugitive, Nines’ observation proved itself to be true. ‘Should I throw you?’ ‘Ugh. Anything to get that bastard.’ Nines nodded, swooping his human from his feet and throwing him at the fire escape before jumping himself. Gavin managed to climb up the remaining steps, the manoeuvre a common tactic by now. But instead of climbing to the roof, their suspect jumped from the platform to a near wall and down to street level on the other side again. ‘Damn parkour. Why couldn’t he just stop at “Freeze, DPD!”?’, Gavin complained, before following the fugitive. He was less elegant, but it got the job done. Nines followed him, but Gavin now had the lead and was close enough to take the chance. He leapt forwards and managed to pin their suspect to the ground.

‘Mreeoow!’ ‘You have the phcking right to remain silent!’ ‘Mreow!’

‘I don’t think he can understand the Miranda Rights, Gavin’, Nines commented, while his human got up to his feet the thrashing cat in his arms. ‘AH! Phck! Please, don’t hurt me! Phcking bastard kitty. We are just trying to get you back to your – ah, ah, achoo!’ Nines watched Gavin near losing his grip on the cat sneezing. ‘Back to your goddamn owner!’ He sniffed and his eyes were red. ‘You are allergic to cats!’, Nines finally noticed. ‘Yeah, tell me something I didn’t know!’, Gavin barked. ‘Just get that ca- achoo! Phck, take him!’ Nines hurried over and took the cat, trying to calm him down. Meanwhile Gavin took out a handkerchief and blew his nose. ‘We should get back to Mrs. Gomez’, Nines said, and Gavin nodded, following the android and the cat in some distance.

‘Why is the human body so damn weak?’, Gavin complained, after they had given the cat back to their neighbour who had been about to take him to the vet for a check-up. One that was completely unnecessary in Gavin’s opinion. If a cat could unlock a transport box and sprint through half Detroit, near outrunning the top Detective of the DPD and the most advanced android ever created, he was fine. Now they were finally driving to work, bracing themselves to explain Fowler they were late because they had to chase a runaway housecat. ‘Cats are so cute, and I have to be horribly allergic to them!’ ‘Actually your body is quite strong’, Nines pointed out. ‘Just misfiring due to underutilisation of your immune system.’ ‘Yeah great. Makes me feel better immediately!’, Gavin spat. ‘I wanna cuddle a cat without dying, please.’ ‘You wouldn’t die. But it wouldn’t be pleasant.’ ‘Wow, toaster, you really aren’t helping.’ ‘The most common allergy against cats results from the protein Fel D1 in their saliva. A cat without that could be suitable to have as a pet if that is your type of allergy. There are eight different types of-‘ ‘Okay, Wikipedia, stop. You mean I don’t have to avoid cats all the time?’ Nines cocks his head. ‘There are breeds that you could be unaffected by.’ ‘You see? This is actually helping!’, Gavin smiled. ‘Let’s research that immediately after Fowler dissected us!’ ‘I don’t think he has any arguments to underline his statement. It is our duty as police officers to help the citizens of Detroit. We both returned one back to safety and helped Mrs. Gomez to be reunited with a missing family member.’ ‘It was a cat.’ ‘I don’t see your point’, Nines disagreed. ‘This could even be a successful detainment for our competition with the Andersons.’ ‘Okay, I’m all in. But you do the talking, you got the robot-brain.’

Nines sighed, as they walked through the bullpen. ‘Why do you only admit I’m the intelligent one when it’s saving your ass?’ ‘Come on babe. You can’t press the checkbox to prove you are not a robot…’ ‘I can! But I would lie to get access to-‘ ‘Let’s just agree we are both idiots, okay?’, Gavin interrupted, a loving smile on his lips. ‘Fine. I can live with that.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #How long has it been since I wrote from Nines' POV? Too long #allergies are the worst idea a body can get #well and autoimmune bullshit. #Androids again having an unfair advantage at life #Nines is devoted if I had to chose between cat and a human I would stay with the cat #Funny story my brother is allergic to horses so I am banished to the cellar with my sport clothes XD #Fuck allergies

[miniranboo]

before was after ch. 01

this story is also on wattpad, the link will be in my bio

Nora's inner dialogue, and events from their POV

'Welp, that hurt.' I thought, after getting a tennis ball thrown straight at my nose... and guess who threw it... HARRY DID! I know he is my crush and all, but he still threw it... AT ME!

"Are you okay? Sorry that I hit you." He said.

I started blushing immediately. "Yeah, but since I have a concussion, I'm going to the nurse. "

"Do you need me to walk you there?" He asked.

"Maybe, since you threw the ball kind of really hard... and I'm concussed and probably not steady on my feet..... that's a yes," I replied.

"Okayyyyy then."

We went off of the steps and headed to the nurse's office. I almost fell face-first down the stairs, but Harry caught me before I faceplanted on a step.

"You okay...?"

"I-I guess. That tennis ball probably aggravated my concussion. But besides that fact, I'm great." I replied.

"Nora, you basically fell, no, faceplanted on the stairs. So... are you actually okay?" He asked.

"Errr, you could say I am or you could say I'm not... either one works," I said back to him.

TIME SKIP < > POV SWITCH

2nd person

After you and Harry were done at the nurse's office, you went back to class. You and Harry were supposed to be in Life Skills, but it was almost over since you were in the nurse's office for a while, and Harry was waiting to make sure you would be okay, which you were.

When you and Harry were walking up the stairs, he grabbed your hand and didn't let go.

"Harry,  why are you holding my hand? I don't mind if you do, but is it because you like me?" You nervously asked.

"Because- I don't know. And y-yes... I do like you." He replied, blushing.

"I-I... I like you back, don't worry." You replied.

Harry stopped on the landing, then he stopped you. He was holding both of your hands and looking into your eyes. Then he pulled you into a hug.

"HARRY AND NORA! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Ms. Libby screeched.

Harry pulled away and walked up the stairs, and you followed. Life Skills was over, so now it was math class.

TIME SKIP <> same POV

Math was going by, slowly as usual. You were sitting next to Harry and holding his non-dominant hand, which was his right. You were still able to write because you were right-handed.

"Nora and Harry, hand-holding isn't usually allowed in this class, but I will let it slide today." Mr. Gordon said... out loud... and the entire class could hear it.

You were learning about inequalities, it was so boring. 'An inequalities test? ERR' you thought.

TIME SKIP <> same POV

You finished your test and waited until Harry was done. You got up, still holding his hand, and dragged him to go turn in your tests... yours and his.

"Do you think you did alright on the test? I know that I got all of them wrong, it's just a fact."

"Nora, you have to cut yourself at least a little slack. I hope that I did well, I won't know until its graded and I see my score. " He replied.

TIME SKIP <> same POV

When you were waiting to be picked up from school, you gave Harry your email, phone number, and address, so you could talk to him outside of school.  

TIME SKIP <> same POV

The following will be texts between you and Harry

Harry: hai!

Nora: hai 😊

Harry: wanna come over? (insert Harry's address)

Nora: Yeah, I'll  ask if I can go over

Harry: okay! I'm already planning what we could do... is that weird?

Nora: my humans say I can go, but my dog won't let me.  what do I do?

Harry: leave the dog. what's ur favorite movie?

Nora: IDK, it's a tie between Hercules and After

Harry: how about a favorite snack?

Nora: Nutella and peanut butter sandwich, but not anymore cuz they give me allergic reactions. soooo I guess anything chocolate covered

Harry: oof. just... OOF

Nora: answer your door already, geez

Harry: Okay, okay. ill be there in a sec

THE FOLLOWING IS NOT TEXT MESSAGES

You waited for a few seconds for Harry to open the door.

TINY TIME SKIP <> same POV

Harry started Hercules and got some snacks, a soft and warm blanket, turned off the lights, and cuddled up on the couch, which you got on after. You snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm around your shoulder.

The movie continued, and you got more and more tired as the movie went on. Your eyes eventually closed, and you fell asleep.

"Nora, love, wake up". Harry said as he brushed the hair out of your face.

"Rawr."

"Hahaha. Why and how are you so adorable." Harry asked while blushing madly.

"'Cause I can be. Why did you wake me up?" You asked.

"The movie ended forty-five minutes ago and your mom is here to bring you home."

"OH CRUD! She is going to be mad. CA-RUD!" You said, slightly panicked

"Call me when you're home!" He said while you rushed out of his house and to your mom.

"Okay!"

TIME SKIP <> same POV

You got home and went to your room to call Harry.

"Hai, Harry."

"Hi, love." He replied.

"Facetime?"

"Yeah, why not."

You were on Facetime with Harry until one AM; until you fell asleep.

TIME SKIP <>  same POV

The next day at school everything was getting to you. You eventually broke and started crying. Harry noticed, and went over to you to give you a hug.

"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked.

"Everything" You replied.

Harry didn't leave the hug until he was one-hundred percent sure you would be alright.

WORD COUNT- 927 words not including this or the author's note

AUTHOR'S NOTE

omg, I never realized this chapter was so long! I've had it written on a piece of paper since at least November 2020.

Just a little piece of info-- Harry is 5'10" in real life, and I, Nora, also the Nora in this fanfic, is 5'1/2"

[spacecadet-sims]

Imogen Gryswald -  Bio and Fun Facts

Info on Imogen for my Bachelor(ette)/Double Shot at Love mashup Challenge

The Gryswald Twins are being faced with an ultimatum: find love and get married or forfeit their inheritance. The 30-year-old heirs agree that they’re ready to find love (demands from their parents aside), but that they want to see if they can accomplish it in a way only the Gryswalds could - a reality show. 

(A CAS pic, bio, and facts under the cut.)

Imogen is the youngest of the twins, but she definitely acts like a Big Sister. Being more fiery than Atticus, she’s stuck up for him and protected him their entire lives (she may or may not have broken his bully’s nose in grade school). Imogen has always gone out of her way to stick up for the “little guy,” and when opportunity struck her to help out a cause, she’s done so. As the child of a two successful fashion magnates, Imogen is in the best position to lead by example. She makes it a point to frequently donate to, promote, and volunteer for important causes and charities.

Aside from her philanthropy work, Imogen’s other passions include photography and being a content creator for SimsTube. She mostly likes to take photos of landscapes and weddings, but if she sees a good shot, she’s taking it. Her vlog primarily consists of shopping hauls, baking tutorials, and daily vlogs.

Imogen enjoys swimming, cuddling, baking, and catching up on the latest trends (whether she partakes or not). She’s not particular on the people she dates, and doesn’t consider herself to have a “type,” but she seems to have a soft spot for blondes.

Fun Facts:

‣ Both twins have naturally red hair, freckles, dimples, vitiligo, and heterochromia (but their eyes are swapped differently). ‣ The twins currently live together in a luxury apartment in San Myshuno. The challenge is taking place at a mansion in Newcrest. ‣ Imogen has never had a serious relationship. She’s dated and slept with numerous people, but she’s never had a relationship last more than a few months. ‣ She’s never been in love. She’s never said “I love you” to someone in a romantic way. ‣ She’d love to have a few dogs later in life. ‣ She wants to have a “litter” of kids. “At least five,” she says. ‣ She’s allergic to coconut. ‣ She thinks she looks best in muted neutrals, but she loves the idea of colorful wardrobes. ‣ She hopes to find someone she can grow old with and who shares the same ideals as her, but also someone who challenges her and keeps her on her toes. ‣ She’s afraid of thunder, clowns, and monkeys. ‣ She’s allergic to coconut. ‣ She will not eat caramel. She hates it.

#beguiling the heirs #imogen gryswald #ts4 #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 challenges #ts4 bachelor challenge #sims 4 bachelorette challenge #sims 4 double shot at love #dagdagsims #imogen goes first because i had pics of her lmao #i have to go take some more of atticus

[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

Dean: He can't have a cat, Sam. You know I'm allergic to them.

Sam: So you'll sneeze a bit more, you'll be fine.

Dean: Sam, we're not getting a cat!

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Cas: This is a precious creature. I will die for you. Jack any name suggestions?

Jack: Fluffy Cuddles.

Dean: No, it's bad enough we got a cat, we are not naming it Fluffy Cuddles.

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Dean: Fluffy Cuddles is in my room again! Jack? Sam? Cas? Great. *pets her* Alright, maybe you're not that bad. Your name is horrendous, but you're a pretty good cat. Besides the fact you keep trespassing.

Sam: Sorry Dean, I'll take her to Jack's room.

Dean: Here you go.

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Cas: Where is Fluffy Cuddles?

Sam: She's in Dean's room again.

Cas: Should we go get her?

Sam: Not until he calls for one of us.

Cas: Have you seen them watching movies together?

Sam: Yes, I got a few photos. I'll send them to you and Jack later.

Dean: Fluffy Cuddles is in my room!

Sam: Now one of us can get her.

Cas: I'll get her, Jack and Dean have been hogging her lately.

Sam: Do you think we can get another cat?

Cas: Probably.

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Dean: Sam! I better be seeing double and not two cats!

Sam: Oh, I see you ran into Nugget.

Dean: Nugget?

Sam: Jack's idea.

Dean: I'm getting that kid a baby book name. Fluffy Cuddles and Nugget? Poor little babies stuck with awful awful names.

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Dean: Alright, who was it? Nugget? Was it you? Hey, don't try to purr and get out of trouble, you know better. Fluffy Cuddles don't try to distract me, you two are terrible and you two know it.

Sam: Dean, are you lecturing them?

Dean: I'm trying to, but they're not listening. Because they're rascals and they know it.

Sam: I think I'll take them.

Dean: You do that.

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Sam: Cas, look, he's taking a nap with the both of them.

Cas: Jack, take a picture.

Jack: Already on it.

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Sam: Dean, they will be fine. Cas will be here with them.

Dean: Does he have the list?

Sam: Yes, everyone has the list, let's go.

Dean: Hold on, I have to say bye. Nugget looks sick, maybe I should just stay home, Cas can go with you.

Sam: Nugget is fine, Dean.

Dean: Fine, but you owe me pie, and them treats.

Sam: Okay, but we have to go.

Dean: Okay, okay. Let's go.

Sam: Hold on, let me say bye to Jack and Cas.

Dean: Hurry up Sam, we have to go! No make-out sessions with Cas! Big softy!

Sam: Yeah, I'm the softy.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #sastiel #samstiel #dean still denies loving the cats #despite never letting them out of his sight #cats

[destiel-love-forever]

The Mysterious Case of Einstein the Cat

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"Anyone need anything from the store? Doin' a beer run," Dean calls as he walks into the bunker's kitchen with a notepad and pen.

"More carrots." Sam looks over Dean's shoulder at the list he has so far, scoffing when he sees it only has four things on it: beer, hot pockets, doritos, more beer. He rolls his eyes before adding, "Get toilet paper, too. We're almost out."

"Sick orange shit and toilet paper. Got it." Dean points a finger at Castiel. "You?"

"Green tea and cat food. Fancy feast, none of that dry stuff."

Dean and Sam exchange a look. It's Sam's turn this time. He doesn't look too happy about that. "Cas, we've talked about this buddy."

"Fancy feast," is all Castiel says in return.

"There isn't a cat to eat the fancy feast."

"Yes there is! I swear. You just haven't seen him!"

"Cas-"

"He's black and white and really cute. Super fluffy. Like crazy fluffy-"

"-with a stubby little tail and one ear that flops awkwardly. Yes." Sam looks over at Dean, who has been quiet this whole time. He tips his head in Castiel's direction, indicating this is the time where he needs to step in.

With a deep sigh, Dean does the obligatory, "Cas, the cat doesn't exist."

The look Castiel gives Dean is a mixture of betrayal and sadness. It's enough to make Dean slump a few inches and look away, staring at the floor like a child that's been scolded.

Dean knows what that look means. He's close to being kicked out of Castiel's bed and his ass better tread lightly on the thin ice beneath his feet.

"We aren't trying to be rude," Sam says quietly.

"Who is eating the fancy feast if there's no cat?" Castiel looks between the two of them, clearly thinking he has them beat. "Who else besides a cat, huh?"

Dean shrugs. "Rats. Mice. A fucking demon. This bunker is huge, Cas. It could be anything."

"Exactly! The bunker is huge!" Castiel stands up and stomps his foot. It's a total 4 year-old tantrum and he doesn't care. "It exists! His name is Einstein and he just doesn't like you guys."

Dean and Sam exchange the look they always do at this point. The agreement to give up. With a deep sigh, Dean adds it to his list, saying it out loud as he does so. "Fancy Feast for Einstein the Snuffleupagus."  

Castiel sets a death glare on Dean. The death of his sex life at least. He already knows what his boyfriend is going to say, but he still winces when Castiel growls, "No sex! No. Sex. For. You!"  

After he storms out of the room, Dean looks at Sam. It's a desperate plea for help.

Sam just shrugs. "Don't forget the carrots."

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"Cas, come on," Dean says in exasperation as he watches Castiel toss cans of fancy feast into the shopping cart. It's been six months. Six months of Castiel saying there's a cat when there isn't. Him and Sam are past worried now. They're just annoyed. Cat food costs money. Especially fucking fancy feast.

Castiel just ignores Dean, walking over to the cat litter and picking up the bucket they always get.

Another 15 dollars.

"You need to get a job," Dean grumbles.

Castiel glares at him. "You and Sam don't have jobs."

"Well - yeah, okay. You're right." Dean huffs. "But we hunt."

"I would hunt if you would just let me!"

"You could get hurt. You're fragile now."

The look Castiel gives him is harsh enough to make Dean cower. Literally cower. Before he can come up with some sort of half-assed apology, Castiel says, "I'm human - just like you guys."

"Cas, I didn't mean-"

"And I'm clearly not that fragile. Are you forgetting the sex we had last night? Pretty sure if I was fragile that would have broken me."

Dean blushes, which is absolutely adorable and would make Castiel smile if he wasn't pissed. "Cas, babe-"

"No no no. Don't you 'babe' me Dean Winchester! Even on damn house arrest, I still help! I do research for you guys when you hunt." Castiel folds his arms over his chest and tips his chin up indignantly. "And it's not my fault Einstein doesn't like you."

"Who says he doesn't like me?" Dean asks, unable to stop himself from feeling offended.

"Because he only comes out when you're gone!" Castiel pauses. He straightens his back and looks at Dean with a slow smile, feeling slightly giddy. "You just acted like you believe he's real."

"What?"

"You asked 'who says he doesn't like me?' which was an acknowledgement of his existence."

Dean scowls. "No... I just meant, ya know, if he did exist... he would totally like me."

When Castiel does nothing but smirk, Dean pushes the cart away and grumbles under his breath, "Fucking cat would love me... doesn't even exist."

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"Holy shit!" Dean stares at the thing on his stomach with wide eyes. He makes sure to keep as still as possible, not wanting to scare it away.

"I told you," Castiel says with a cocky smile.

"Holy shit." Dean tilts his head to the side and yells, "Sammy! Sammy holy shit get in here! Fast!"

Sam comes barreling through the cracked open door that the cat must have slipped through, out of breath and panicked. His gun is stretched out in front of him as he scans the room. When his eyes fall on the cat, he startles. Dean's glad he doesn't shoot, considering the cat is using him as a perch at the moment. "Holy shit!"

Then he sees that Dean and Castiel are naked and groans, turning around quickly. "Disgusting. Uggggh. Put some damn clothes on and come into the living room. I want to cuddle that elusive little asshole."

"Go away. He's ours first," Dean says with a scowl. He chuckles when the cat's tail brushes against his cheek. Then he sneezes violently, his whole body bucking forward. The cat makes a weird little meowing-screaming sound before running off. Sam tries to catch him but Einstein is way too fast.

"Way to go Dean."

Dean is about to bark something mean back at Sam when he sneezes again. Then again. And again.

"Shit." Dean rubs at his itchy eyes. "I think I'm allergic."

Castiel snorts - which is a tad rude considering Castiel's boyfriend is going to die because of his damn cat.

"Cat has to go." Dean sneezes again. "Gotta go."

"Maybe you should go," Castiel says in response.

"What?!?" Dean sits up and looks over at Sam, in need of some big brother backup. Except Sam is gone. Somewhere off in the distance yelling for Einstein. "I hate this cat."

"We'll buy ya allergy meds."

"Okay..." Dean sniffles pathetically. "Does he really not like me?"

Castiel smiles. "He hasn't met you yet. I'm sure once he does, he'll like you."

"Damn right he will." Dean wipes his nose. "I'm risking my life for him. He better love me."

"Whatever you say, dear."

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