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[thelittleangel]

[thelittleangel]

Request guidelines

Yeah, I know.

No fic.

Hello. My name is Dean, (some call me sheep.) I am 18 years old.

Please keep track of this post because some things might change every once in a while.

Request guidelines

Please do not spam with asks. I will write your fic, and I’m coming out with something new every Monday.

Do not request NSFW. I don’t feel comfortable writing that and will not do it.

I primarily do M/M. I do this because there’s a lot of straight fics for the characters I write and I’d like to change that.

I do well with hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, and reader-insert fics.

I do not feel comfortable writing

Crazy age gaps.

Incest

Cruel behavior

Non-con

Real people

That being said, if you ask me to do something I’m not comfortable with, I will ignore your request.

Characters I write for

Supernatural

Cas

Dean

Sam

The walking dead

Rick

Daryl

Shane

Negan

Twin peaks

Dale cooper

If you have any questions, feel free to message me!

#twin peaks fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction

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#supernatural fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #male reader

[thelittleangel]

Help me prove my family wrong!

I don't know if this post will break containment, but will you like/reblog if you are or know a man who is asexual? All of the people in my life seem convinced that being Ace is a 'girl thing' and that Ace men don't exist!

[thelittleangel]

I don’t know why but a lot of destiel text posts I read end up looking a little like this:

Dean: *does something that’s a minor inconvenience to cas.*

Cas: i dragged you out of hell and I can put you right back in.

Am I the only one who notices this?

#destiel #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel

[thelittleangel]

Bar Scene

tags: negan x male reader, no apocalypse au, soft romance, a little bit of a slow burn.

warnings: one of the characters are drunk in this one, a tiny bit of angst.

thanks: special thanks to @waywardseraph for helping me with this one!

It was a standing thing we did.  If a date one of us went on was unsuccessful, we would drive to a bar and get dinner together.  We’ve been friends since we were in high school, him being a grade above me.  This friendship has carried on into our adult lives.

He was there when I came out and I was there when Lucille passed.  

We made it to the bar, parking the car.  Walking inside, I hung up my coat.  “Alright,” he says to me “you know the rules.  The one rejected gets to drink and the one who wasn’t is the designated driver.”

I nod.  “Yes.  I do know.  Because you mention this every time we come here.”

He gives me a look™ and we walk to the bar.  Several drinks later, he’s giggling over the bar top, and I'm trying (and failing) to contain my laughter.  

“Okay, man.  You’ve had enough.”

“One more for the road?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Please?”

“No.  I'm not watching you pass out on the floor again.”

“Please?” 

Getting an idea, I relent.  “Yeah, one more.  But I'm picking.”

“Fffffffffffffine.” 

I walk up to the bar, leaning over so he can’t hear me whisper.  “One water.  Can you please put it in a glass, so he doesn't know?”

He smiles and fixes the drink.  “Light drinker?”

“No, he just drinks in excess.”

“Ah.  How long have you been married?”

I choke on my own spit.

“We’re not- I’m not his-”

He comes up behind me and slings his arm around my shoulders.  “Oh, it feels like forever.”  He has that smile on his face.  That one smile.

I hand him his drink.  He shoots the water back like its whiskey, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“What was that?”  

“Gin and tonic.”  I smile, letting the smooth lie fall from my lips.

He sets the glass down and I pay our tab.  I grab our coats and walk him to the car.  He’s giggling and stumbling toward the car grabbing onto my coat.  I gently open the door for him and help him sit down.  

I go to the driver's side and put the car in reverse.  Swiveling my head around, I make sure I'm not about to hit any cars behind me.  Turning my head, I made eye contact with him.  He’s still got that smile on his face.

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

He doesn’t turn his head away.  “Nothing.” 

I turn back to the road.  I pull out of the parking lot and drive back to his house.  On the drive home, he didn't take his eyes off of me.

I pulled into his driveway, putting the car into park.  He’s still looking over at me.  He gently takes my hand off the gearshift and raises it to his lips.  My heart starts beating rapidly, my breathing heavily.  “What are you doing here, Negan?”

He just smiles and presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles.  

My ears go pink, and my lips start to shake.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me.  He gently puts down my hand.  

“What did you do that for?”

He leans back into his seat, a dopey grin on his face.  “I get tired of going on these dates, you know?”  

I nod.  “I know what you mean.  Why did you kiss my hand like that?”

“I’m tired of going on these dates, man.  None of these girls are gonna be Lucille.  I keep searching for pieces of her in these girls and always end up finding nothing.”

I look away.  I missed her too.  She was my best friend and not a day goes by that I don't think of her.

“But the other day it occurred to me.  Maybe I need to stop looking for Lucille.”

I feel my eyes start stinging.  I felt like I was about to cry.

“She was one in a million.  She meant a lot to everybody around her.  Me.  You, especially.  And I miss her so much.”

“I don't think I'm ever gonna find another one like her.  But I think that’s gonna be ok.”

I look over at him.  There were tears in my eyes, but I wasn't crying yet.  “Why?” 

He looks at me, and the look in his eyes is so sweet and it makes my heart clench.  

“Because I found you.”

I shake my head.  “Negan, you’re drunk.  You don’t know what you're saying.”  

“I do.  I really do.”

“You wouldn’t be saying this if you were sober.”

“You're not understanding.”

“I think I understand enough.”  I open my door and walk over to his side of the car.  I open his door, offering a hand to let him out.  He looks up at me with an unreadable expression.  “You don’t understand shit.”  

“I understand that you're drunk.  And you're not thinking clearly.”

I pull him up and walk him inside.  I take off his jacket and hang it up.  I sit him down and take off his shoes and socks.

I walk him up the stairs to his bedroom.  I lay him down on his bed.

I go to the bathroom and get painkillers and a glass of water.

I brought them back to his room, placing them on his nightstand.  I look over at him, and he seems to be fast asleep.  I turn to leave, but his hand reaches out to grab mine.  

His dark eyes meet mine, and I hear him whisper, “Stay.”

I look down at him.  “I really shouldn’t.”

“Stay.”

I look at him and he looks back at me.  I walk around to the other side of the bed and take off my shoes.  I lay down beside him.  He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around me.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple and fell asleep.

I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

#male reader #negan x male reader #negan x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead

[thelittleangel]

Blind date (Part 2)

tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader

warnings: possible OOC, angst, reader doesn't take care of himself, references to a troubled love life, love yourselves (I mean it.)

At this point I've just given up on dating.  I’d never get a call back, whether or not we’d had a good time.  

It’s not like this was a bad thing.  I guess I'm taking time for myself.  I’m trying not to let this get to my self-esteem.  

And I'm trying not to think about Cas.  What he did, and why he left… I just can’t think about it.

I usually end up sitting alone on most nights, rotting in my pajamas on the couch.  It’s not what I want to be doing on a Friday night, but I don’t want to go out alone either.  

So, it’s one of those Fridays and I’m sitting on my couch, watching T.V. without really watching it.  I’m about to drift off when I hear a knock at the door.  I walk over and open it.  

I don’t know who I expected to be at the door, but the last person i expected to be there was Cas.  We looked at each other for a long time.  

“Hello.” 

“Hi.” 

He looks down at the ground, and then back at me.

“What’s up?”

“I want to go somewhere with you.’’ 

My brow furrows, confused.  “What?” 

“There’s a fair in town this week, I know you like those kinds of things, so I was wondering if you would want to go?”  

I look at him in shock.  “I’m confused.”

“I know.  I’m sorry I haven't answered you.  Just give me time to explain and I promise, I will.”

I breathe out a sigh.  “Fine, give me a moment to get dressed.”

We stare at each other for an awkward amount of time.  I gesture into the apartment behind me, “Do you want to come in?”

He shakes his head.  I nod.

Closing the door behind me, I walk back into my room.  One pair of jeans and a t-shirt, socks, shoes, jacket, wallet, phone, and keys later, I was back out the door.  

Cas looks me up and down.  A goofy little grin appears on his face. 

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He places a hand on my back.  His touch is very gentle, but still firm.  It’s something I've come to rely on to keep me stable.  

In less time than anyone can blink an eye, we’re at the entrance to the fairgrounds.  

The fairground was a bustling den of activity.  It was safe to say that it was crowded enough for no one to notice two men appearing out of thin air.  The lines for rides were long and yummy smells permeated the air.  

My mind immediately went to happy memories from my childhood.  My parents would take me to one of these once in a blue moon, and we’d always have a good time there.

Cas turns to me, “Do you want to go on any rides?”

My smile falters, remembering why we’re here.  I shake my head.  “I just want to do what we came here to do.”  

He begins to frown, whether out of sadness or frustration, I don't know.

“Follow me.”

He begins to walk towards a Ferris wheel, not bothering to look behind him to see if I'm still following.  

The Ferris wheel isn’t too large by any means, but it still has some element of grandeur. Standing in line, we do not talk.  Eventually, we boarded the ride.  

As the ride is moving, there’s a moment of silence.  “What did you want to talk to me about that had to be done here?”

He laces his fingers together.  “I know you’ve been going through a rough patch.  You don't talk to anyone.  You barely go outside of your home unless it's for a case and even that’s rare.  And we needed you to get out of your house.”

“Why?”

He looks up at me, blue eyes flashing.  “Because this isn’t healthy for you!  And everyone who cares about you can see it.  And I can see how you treat yourself too.”

I scoff.  “And how do I treat myself?”

“You beat yourself up.  You think the reason no one wants to go on a second date is because there is something wrong with you.  But have you ever considered that maybe you’re not the problem at all?  Have you ever considered that it may have nothing to do with you?”

I stare at him in shock.  He continues, “And it is so hard to see you beat yourself up like that.  To see you place blame on yourself for something that was never your fault to begin with.  To see you start to wonder whether or not anyone will love you.”

“You’re a fool to think that.  You’re a fool to think that no one loves you.  Sam loves you.  Dean loves you.  Your friends love you.  Your family loves you so much.”

At this point in his little speech, I'm staring down at the floor, at my shoes.  He reaches over and takes my hand in his.  “I love you.”

I look up at him in shock.  “I love you so much and it hurts me to see you do this to yourself.”

“Cas…” 

“Promise me you don’t do this to yourself anymore.”

I look at him.  His eyes are on our hands.  I reach a hand under his jaw, tilting his head to face me.  

“I can’t make any promises.  But I will try.”

He looks at me with an expression that looks like a cross between longing, desperation, and hope.  “Please try.”

I smile and nod my head.  “You love me?”

He scoots closer to me.  “So much.”  

I pull him into my arms and kiss his forehead.  He stiffens.  I look over at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not very good with physical affection.”

“What was that in the parking lot, then?”

“A feat of incredible courage.”

#castiel x male reader #castiel #male reader #supernatural #castiel x reader

[thelittleangel]

Testing Something

Apparently there is huge correlation between being asexual and agender (up to 50% of asexuals are agender) and considering only about 0.7-1% of the pop is ace and 0.1-0.5% is agender thats a huge amount! Im curious if this checks out on Tumblr

[thelittleangel]

Happy Ace day, my siblings in acedom.

#asexual #greysexual #demisexual #aromatic #grey romantic #demi romantic #ace spectrum

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

Your love and support is appreciated. It means a lot to me.

#250 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you

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Currently watching: twin peaks, supernatural

Current obsession: making the PERFECT grilled cheese sandwich.

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If I was in 2005-2006 supernatural, my mental health would improve dramatically.

s1 is just. i love you grainy unfocused shots of cemeteries and foggy roads no one travels. i love you john’s journal as a bible. i love you sam driving the impala casually with dean sleeping in the passenger seat. i love you dark motels with neon signs and dusty libraries with huge lore books. i love you side character serving as a mirror to the winchesters. i love you cleaning guns and wounds and sharpening of knives and gas stations and flip phones and laptop stickers. i love you small towns where time stands still with something unknowable and hungry lurking in the shadows. i love you psychic kid sam with anger and dean trying his best with a leather jacket too big for him. i love you looming unreachable presence of john and mary. i love you horror and tragedy and dramatic lighting. i love you -

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You heard it, pass on! :)

[thelittleangel]

assorted physical affection headcanons

author's note: these have just been floating around my brain for a while, and I just thought I might write them down.

tags: general physical affection, male reader, can be read as gender neutral,

warnings: mentions of possessiveness, mentions of rough affection.

characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan.

D. Winchester

he's very affectionate, in public or not.

he will almost always have his arm around you.

he'll be holding your hand or have an arm around your shoulders.

in public, he'd kiss your forehead, your cheek, or your mouth.

when you're in private, he'd hold you very tightly.

laying on his bed, watching a movie, he'd wrap his arms around you and press a gentle kiss to your neck.

he'd hold you in a way that your head would be resting on his chest, and you’d be listening to his heartbeat.

S. Winchester

like dean, he is very affectionate in public, but with some moderation.

he'll hug you, and hold your hand, but he will rarely kiss you in public.

in private, he will keep you close.

running his fingers through your hair, holding you tightly in his arms.

He’s holding you in such a way that you’re facing each other.

All of his kisses are gentle, and passionate.

He will not escalate unless you make the first move.

Negan

In front of the Saviors, he’s very rough.

But don’t misunderstand me, this isn’t affection.

This is him saying to everyone watching, “hey, this is mine.”

In your private rooms, he’s a gentler person.

He’ll often pick you up and carry you around.

He’ll sit on the bed with you in his arms and he’ll talk to you.

He’ll ask you about your day, and what you did. He’ll tell you about his.

He’ll hold you very tightly.

His kisses in private are very soft, and gentle.

He’ll rub your back and rest your head on his shoulder.

#Negan x male reader #dean winchester x male reader #sam winchester x male reader #supernatural headcanons #the walking dead headcanons

[thelittleangel]

Blind Date

tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader,

warnings: possible OOC, angst, reference to past relationships that weren't great, reader gets stood up.

taglist:@agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666 @waywardseraph @wraith-posts

When I agreed to do this, I didn't think there’d be this much waiting.  I thought he would have been here by now.  But sitting at the restaurant for thirty minutes seemed to me like he wasn’t coming.  

I made a deal with myself to wait another ten minutes and if he didn’t show up, I was going home.

Another five minutes, I sat, tearing up napkins.  

Three minutes pass.

“Screw it.” I mutter.

I grab my coat, dropping 5 bucks on the table.

On my way to the door, I bump into someone.  Turning to say “excuse me.”, my eyes meet with a familiar shade of blue.

“Hello.” 

“Hey, Cas.  What are you doing here?”

“Dean asked me to pick something up.  What are you doing here?”

“Nothing anymore.”

His lips shape into a frown.  “What’s nothing?”

“One of my friends set me up on a blind date.”

“How did it go?”

I breathe out a heavy sigh. “It didn’t.”

“He didn't show up?”

I shake my head.  He looks at me with what I guess is pity, and then back at the tables.  

“I’m sorry.”

I smile at him and shake my head.  “Don't be, it's not your fault.”

“May I sit with you?”

I look at him in confusion.  “Aren’t you picking something up for Dean?”

He smiles gently at me, “it can wait.”

I smile back at him, “Pie?”

He nods. “Pie.”

He gestures to the table I was just sitting at.  I look at the table and then back at him, “you sure?”

He nods.

I walk to the table, setting my stuff down.  He sits across from me.  We just watch each other awkwardly.  I don’t know what to say to him and I doubt he knows what to say to me.  I look down at my hands.  

“Why do you go on these dates?”

I breathe out a sigh.  “I honestly don’t know anymore.  I never have any luck, and when I do hit it off with someone, they never contact me again.  And I don't know if it's me or if it's just….”

We sit in silence for a moment, and I lean back into my seat, wallowing in sadness and self-pity.

“Can you look at me for a second?’

I look up at him, sure that I’m going to get some kind of stern expression and aggressive words to stop with the pity party.  And I know he wouldn’t do something like that, but it’s just a common occurrence that I've learned to expect from everybody.  But no, his expression is kind, his eyes are gentle.

“Even if you don’t can’t find someone who will love you right away, please don’t give up hope.  There are still people out there who care about you.”  

“I don’t really have a lot of people in my life, Cas.”

“You have Dean, and Sam, and you have me.  You have your friends.  Your family.  You’re not alone.”

“It feels like I am sometimes.”

“Because no one’s interested in you romantically.”

“Yes.” 

“How do you know that’s the case?”

“Because they never make an attempt to contact me after the first date, so I'm just left to wonder what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.  You just haven’t found the right person.”

I look down at my hands again.  He covers them with his own.  I look up at him again.  There’s sympathy there.  

I squeeze his hand and then let go.  I grab my stuff and head out.  

As I'm walking to my car, I hear footsteps behind me.  I turn and I see Cas.  

I force a smile onto my face.  “Hey Cas.  What’s up?”

He looks nervous.  I unlock my car and open the door.

“Before you left, I wanted to give you something.”

“What is it?”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other.  “It’s a surprise.  I’m going to have to ask you to do something strange.”

I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.  “Like what?”  

He looks away.  “I need you to close your eyes.”

“Are you sure you can’t just tell me?”

He looks back up at me, his expression serious.  “I’m sure.”

I sigh, closing my eyes.

I hear a shift, like he’s moving, maybe adjusting his coat.  He takes a step.  

I shift from one foot to the other.  Waiting. 

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I jump from the sudden and unexpected touch.  “Cas, what are you-”

His hand moves to my face, his thumb brushing my eyelashes gently.

He takes a step closer.

I feel his lips brush mine.

My eyes open wide, and I take a step back, but I realize it's all for nothing, because there’s no one in front of me.

#supernatural #castiel x male reader #male reader #castiel x reader #castiel

[thelittleangel]

Cowboys are frequently (secretly) fond of each other

Part 2

Tags: Dean Winchester x Cowboy! Reader, fluff, flirting, male reader, soft romance.

Warnings: possibly OOC, no use of Y/N.

Taglist: @wraith-posts @waywardseraph @agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666

He looked at me, then at my father, then back to me.  I focus on my hands on the table.  My father was the first to speak. “I’ve been tracking this thing for a while.”  I open my mouth, choking on the lump in my throat.  “What is it?”

My father looks over at me.  “A vampire.”  I start thinking back to all of the evidence of the last case.  “But that doesn’t make sense.  It was an animal that was killed, not a person.”  

“Son, with all due respect, I've been on this case a lot longer than you.”  I looked up at him in shock.  “How long have you been in town, dad?”  He looked over at me, his expression kept neutral.  “How long?” I demanded.  His expression turned into something more solemn.  “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?  And you didn’t even try to make contact with me?”

“I knew you wouldn’t want to get involved.”

I felt my expression morph into that of anger.  “You’re my dad!  And you’re always moving around, so it’s not like I'm ever going to see you unless you’re passing through.”

My father’s face crumpled into a face of sorrow and irritation.  His eyebrows scrunched into an expression of anger.  “That wouldn’t even be a problem if you had never left the life.”

I scoff, my eyes stinging with tears.  I managed to put a smile on my face. “And here I thought you supported me.  Guess I was wrong.”  I grab my coat and hat and leave the bar.  I put my hat on my head and stepped outside, but then stopped when I realized that someone drove me here. 

 I put on my jacket, and the door opened behind me.  “I don’t want to talk to you, dad.”  but a different voice answered me.  “Good thing I'm not your dad.  You sound like a spitfire when you’re angry.”

I turn around and look at Dean.  I study his face for any changes, but it’s mostly the same.  Still the same freckles.  Still the same stubble, the same eyes.  God, I adore those eyes.  I could never get tired of those eyes.

  I study his expression yet again.  He’s hurt, confused, but there’s still some affection there.  “I’m so sorry.”  he blinks.  More confusion.  

“Why are you sorry?”  

“I could have told you.”  

He steps closer to me, his expression going soft.  “Baby, we didn’t know.  It’s ok.”

I laugh.

“What?”

“I didn’t know we were using pet names this early in our relationship.”

His expression brightens considerably.  “There’s a relationship?”

My face begins to copy his grin.  “There could be, but I'm gonna need your name first.”

He sticks out his hand for a shake.  “Dean.  Winchester.”

I shake his hand and gently pull him close to me.  He smiles and rests his forehead against mine.  I look into those green eyes and breathe in his scent.  He smells like gun smoke and leather.  The love in his eyes is so pure and so intense.  

“Hey.  what do you say we get out of here?”

I let out a girlish giggle and take his hand.  We ran back to his car and got inside.  

He turns the heaters on, putting our hands in front of it.  We smile at each other for a soft and warm moment.  

I gently take his head into my hands.  Looking at him now, those green eyes are all I see.  I could see the most beautiful forests in the world, but they wouldn’t be Dean's eyes.  I lean away from him and take off my hat, gently placing it on his head.

His laughs, tilting the hat.  I look deeper into his eyes.  His face sobers up, looking deeply into mine.  He gently slides the hat off.  His hands find their way to my waist.  He pulls me onto his lap.  

“What are we going to do about the vamps?”

My hands are on the back of his neck. “I think that’s a problem for the future Dean.”

A goofy grin slips onto my face. “What about right now Dean?”

He smiles, and the dying sunlight hits his eyes in that way that makes them glow.  

He leans forward, with a smile.  “I’m sure he can think of a few ideas.”

I lean with him.  I place a hand on his cheek.  I feel the smile drop from my face.  I look into his green, green eyes for what feels like an eternity. 

Our breaths begin to blend into each other, becoming another beautiful product of us.  His eyes became half lidded, his expression going soft.  I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes.  

“Hey.” 

I open my eyes. “Yeah?” 

“Are you sure you want to be a part of my life?  I’m not gonna lie to you, there’s always crap going on.”

My grip on his face becomes firmer.  “I want this.  All of this.  I want your crap, your bad days.  I want your sadness and your joy too.  I want to share your life with mine.  I want to be a part of your life.  I want you.”

“And I want all of yours.”  He holds out his pinky.  “I know it seems like a cliche, but…promise?”

“I can think of a better idea.”

I pull him into me, our lips crashing together.

 I feel the rest of the world fall away, and all that’s left is him and I.

#dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #male reader #cowboy reader #dean winchester

[thelittleangel]

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