The-Established

possibly-a-potato  asked:

transjon headcanon where he does sports and all the guys are shirtless whilst jon is shirtless and in a binder, and sherwin watches him practice and he rants about guys to his friend (could be anyone tbh) like "i hate guys!!1!1!1!" then sees jonathan do sporty stuff and immediately goes "heck, i love guys." (i just thought of this, i apologize if it's v choppy)

what was that noise ?

sick day

Title: sick day
Author: elizajane
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1740
Summary: “Hey,” Jack says in surprise when Eric opens the front door. He turns around in his desk chair, “You’re home early?”
Eric sneezes.

Most memorable line: “If you don’t sleep your body can’t heal.“
"Like you ever listen to your body. Stupid body,”

While He Sleeps

While He Sleeps by SherlockianGirl14

Pairing: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Rating: M

Length: 144

Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship 

Summary: Gabriel watches over Sam while he sleeps. It is a beautiful thing to behold.

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This piece is a perfect little bite of sweetness.I really enjoy fics where the difference between humans and angels are established like this. It only takes a second to read and you won’t be sorry- Lauren 

This was so sweet and you can really see how much Gabriel loves Sam. Watching over the Winchester and admiring the other side of the hunter. - Nikki

Prompt: Hiii! Todays prompt was amazing! I love your ocs so much! Could you please write one where hayffie babysit everlark kids for the first time and aymitch is literally playing with them (after much grumbling obv XD ) and everything to keep em distracted and effies just like awww that’s my man x merci

Here goes [X]

Babysitting

“So, that one goes there?” Haymitch prompted, pointing to the empty slot on the right side of the puzzle. “What do you think, squirrel?”

Effie remained mostly out of sight, leaning against the doorframe, the sleeping baby in her arms and watched Willow and Haymitch try to put together the giant puzzle Johanna had sent from Four for her birthday. Rye fussed a little and she shifted her grip but, fortunately, the baby boy remained asleep. She didn’t have much experience with infants aside from when she had babysat Willow at that age and she wasn’t very fond of the exercise. She loved helping the children naturally and she loved their babies like her own but she had concluded long ago she had never really been made to take care of babies whose main activities were leaking suspicious fluids on her clothes.

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For @sicklylittlesnowflake (who is one of the nicest people on this planet!) Happy Birthday, sweets! I hope you had an amazing day! 

Word Count: 2,211

Grantaire’s lips are rough yet warm against Enjolras’s cheek, and Enjolras groans, a deep sound muffled behind closed lips but still loud enough to have Grantaire pulling away with a light huff. 

“You’re usually pleased when I wake you up like this.” 

Enjolras cracks his eyes open and drags a tired gaze toward Grantaire. The brunet isn’t wrong, he thinks to himself. Waking to Grantaire’s kisses is the highlight of each day, yet this morning is different. He feels an uncomfortable weight of exhaustion pushing down on him despite having a full night’s sleep, and his head feels stuffed, heavy, and just generally off. 

“I didn’t want to wake up,” he mutters, frowning at the slight twinge of pain coloring the back of his throat. 

“But, it’s your birthday,” Grantaire presses, voice almost taking on whining pitch. “We’re going to party! We’re going to celebrate the day you graced this Earth with your beautiful-”

“R,” Enjolras interrupts while trying hard to keep his lips from pulling up into a smile. “I don’t want to party,” he admits, not missing the way Grantaire’s face twitches, teasing smile threatening to give way to a frown. 

Enjolras had been on board for the club before, but he’s really not feeling all that well now. The mere thought of being pressed against hot bodies while lights flash around in time with loud, pulsing music has his head reeling, and he squeezes his eyes shut, breathing out a measured breath before meeting Grantaire’s eyes once more. 

“Maybe you and I can spend a quiet night in,” he suggests, eyes rolling when Grantaire replies by leaning over to press warm lips to his. 

“We can do that after we party, E,” Grantaire says, still close enough that his heated breath ghosts across Enjolras’s face. 

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ACT. 4: “Those Two Guys”

Finally, a KageHina feature! I’ve been asked to do KageHina ship for quite some time now. Which… I was actually going to do, but didn’t get the chance to ‘til now! I was always gonna do it at some point, hehe! ( °٢° )

Anyway, I’m back to comics and will obsessively trying to update my AUs as fast as I can. Might even throw a new one some time soon cos I run with the wind ~ (~O▽O)~

Opening Act I Act. 1 I Act. 2 I Act. 3 I Act. 4 I Act. 5Act. 6 I Act. 7 I

“I think that if I ever met a mermaid, I’d want to talk with them about what it feels like to fly. I’m sure their swimming is a similar comparison.”

“Cas, you know mermaids don’t exist, right?” Dean said, a smile playing on his lips and one arm resting along Castiel’s shoulders. Cas rambling on about odd subjects while they lay in bed together was not an unusual occurrence, but an endlessly amusing one for Dean.

Castiel frowned and turned his head to look at Dean.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but I kind of come into contact with a lot creatures like that.” Dean shrugged his shoulders, gesturing at himself. “I think with all the hunters that have ever lived, one of us would have noticed if mermaids exist.”

“Not too long ago you would have said that angels didn’t exist.”

“Yeah, but -”

“And you do realize that you’re arguing with someone who has witnessed the creation of all of earth’s creatures since the beginning of time?”

“Um, I mean - I guess…”

“So, you can say with certainty - knowing that humans have only explored less than five percent of your world’s ocean - that there are absolutely no mermaids living there?”

Dean paused, snapping his mouth shut as he stared back at the angel, trying to read between the lines.

“Cas… are you implying that you know mermaids exist?”

Castiel’s amused smile faded into something more nonchalant as he sat up and stretched his arms above his head.

“I’m going to get a glass of water. Do you want anything?”

“Cas,” Dean leaned over to make a desperate grab at his arm to keep him in bed and missed, as Castiel had already stood up. “C’mon, Cas. Wait - are mermaids real??”

Castiel grinned and began putting on a robe, cinching it loosely around his waist.

The silence dragged on while Castiel walked over to the bedroom door, tugging it open and turning to glance over his shoulder agonizingly slowly.

“I’ll have to ask the Loch Ness Monster.”

The door shut behind him.

Stiles, suited in SWAT gear, kicks down a door, moving meticulously into the room on high alert.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Derek growls, dropping the spatula and flicking off the stove as his claws sprout and fangs descend; eyes wildly searching for the potential threat.

Stiles trains his sights about the room as he moves, “Saving you.”

“From what?!” Derek spits out, full beta shift and ready to pounce.

“Loneliness,” Stiles smirks, holstering his weapon before locking it in the safe and tossing his bullet-proof vest on the coat hook by the door. Derek stares incredulously at him, fangs & claws retreating while his eyebrows slowly start to reappear as his heart rate returns to normal.

“Thought it’d be better than, ‘Honey, I’m home’,” Stiles shrugs.

“I married a moron.” Derek grunts as he backs his husband against the wall. He noses up his neck, inhaling his saccharine scent and exhales blissfully. Thoughts of ,‘He’s alive, he’s safe, he’s home,’ flood his heart and soul.

“But you’re paying for that door,” Derek rumbles as he nips roughly behind Stiles’ ear. “Again,” he continues to bite down his neck.

“We’re VIP at Home Depot by now. Always worth it,” Stiles moans as he wraps his arms and legs securely around Derek, basking in his strength and love.

pre-established relationship hearts!

❤️send to have a romantic ship with my muse
🖤send to have a toxic ship with my muse
💛send to have a platonic ship with my muse
💚send to have a friends with benefits ship with my muse
💙send to have a partnership with my muse
💜send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse
💖send to have a past romance with my muse
💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse
💕send to have a family type relationship with my muse

Dean had always thought that a good quality comforter was the most luxurious thing to wake up under. But ever since he started waking up like this, his thoughts had changed entirely.

As sunlight gently peeked through the curtains, shining a cautious soft beam of light over the queen sized bed, Dean felt Castiel’s large, black wing loosely drooped over his body. The feathers were softer and warmer than anything a comforter could ever get him, large enough to cover his upper body and part of his legs. He smiled lazily. The feathers brushed against his bare skin as he stretched and moved around to shift closer to its owner.

Castiel lay on his back, his other wing stretched out over the edge of the bed down to the floor, his naked body exposed, blankets kicked aside in his sleep. Dean looked at him from under the wing, his fingers automatically gliding over soft raven feathers and smooth lines, known little bumps and the thicker parts. 

Castiel looked peaceful. His lips were slightly parted as he slowly breathed in his steady rhythm of sleep. Dean lay there for a while, observing Cas as he let the warmth and softness of the feathers embrace him. He caressed he feathers still. Dean had been mesmerized by them ever since Castiel first exposed them. They were huge, majestic, and radiated a power Dean couldn’t compare with anything else. 

And yet, they looked gentle and fragile when Cas injured them and Dean picked out the ruffled feathers. Castiel had taught Dean how to groom them and use the preen oil, an activity Dean found himself to enjoy, often compared with soft chatting. Sometimes a movie would be playing in the background as they sat on the floor and Dean plucked feathers, pressing kisses in the crook of Castiel’s neck. 

Sometimes, Dean would take it a step further with his massages, out to get the little whimpers and groans from Castiel. He’d ended up with a panting, desperate Castiel several times, Dean’s hands full of feathers and his own body filled with arousal.

He loved it all. The quiet moments, the loud ones, the moments when Castiel held Dean with his wing or when they lay on the couch, curled up together with Castiel’s wings wrapped around them. Dean couldn’t get enough of them.

Castiel muttered softly and stirred, his eyes opening slowly.

The wing draped over Dean fluttered and shifted in Dean’s fingers. Cas turned to look at Dean, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The angel smiled.

“Morning sunshine,” Dean whispered and his own lips curved as well. Castiel made a soft noise and shifted closer. He stretched his wings for a moment, then covered Dean with his right one again and pulled him closer with the wrist of his wing.

“Good morning, Dean,” Castiel muttered, his primary feathers rustling. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he answered and pressed a sloppy kiss to Castiel’s unshaven jaw. “How couldn’t I, hm?” He slipped his fingers into the pack of feathers carefully, and Cas smiled again.

“You seem to enjoy my wings a lot.” They moved again.

“I think they’re beautiful, you know that.”

Castiel shifted and pulled his wing in, gesturing his head. Dean understood and he got up so Cas could slide his wing under Dean. As soon as Dean sank down into the feathers, Castiel pulled him closer.

Dean’s naked body pressed softly against Cas, covered by the angel’s wing and casting a shadow over their faces.

Dean kissed Castiel’s jaw again, pressed a few more kisses down his neck and shoulder.

The wings replied to the touch, shifting and shuddering when Dean softly nibbled on the skin.

“It’s rare for an angel to show his wings this… casually.” Castiel spoke, his voice still thick with sleep. His eyes were closed again, enjoying Dean’s kisses. “It’s only for… special occasions. And special people.”

Dean looked up and feathers softly brushed over the back of his head and Cas looked back. He softly rested his hand on Dean’s waist. “You’re special, Dean.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply, shy suddenly. He smiled a coy grin and pecked Castiel’s lips.

“Think I’m glad about that.” He muttered, shifting back into the feathers. This was how Sunday’s had to feel, he thought. Calm and peaceful and warm and right.

He found Castiel’s hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Maybe we should get up for some coffee soon. I’m sure Sam’s already awake.” Dean whispered, his eyes closed.

“Probably,” Cas answered. “Just- not yet.”

Dean hummed in agreement and gently slid his free hand through the silky feathers. He didn’t want to think about the case they were working on or the monsters they had to fight. Not yet. Just a few more minutes.

Destiel + established relationship + blind!dean

For @prayforjensen. Happy birthday, Lee! I love you!!

Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge. 

He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.

Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.

The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day. 

When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars. 

It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.

“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

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Cas is a terrible patient.

In the ER he fights the nurse putting an iv into his arm. It takes her three tries, and in the end Dean has to hold him down.

He actually growls at the doctor who examines him. The doctor, a young blonde, actually laughs. “I know it hurts,” she says sympathetically, “but don’t fret. We’ll get that appendix out in a few hours. And you’ll heal up from the surgery in a week or so.” Cas only glares.

When the orderly tells Cas he can’t have a drink of water because he’ll be in surgery in less than an hour, Cas actually says, “Fuck you.” Dean shakes his head in wonder. Sam snorts.

In pre-op a nurse gives Cas something “for your nerves, dear.” When she pats his shoulder Cas tries to smack her hand away, but the drugs have already begun to slow his movements. He opens his mouth to speak–almost certainly to say something rude–but all that comes out is a grunt. “That’s better,” she says sweetly. Dean can’t hold in his laughter. Thankfully Cas is already asleep.

After the surgery–a successful surgery–Cas is groggy and sweet, and Dean kisses his fingertips and tells him he’ll feel better soon. He tries the same thing a few hours later, when Cas is more awake. Cas jerks his hand away and pointedly stares at the wall. Dean sighs.


Cas’s attitude does not improve when Sam and Dean bring him home the next day. The bed is uncomfortable. His pillow is too soft. His feet are cold. He wants chicken noodle soup, and all they have is minestrone. His stitches itch. There is nothing–nothing!–worth watching on Netflix.

Dean kills Cas with kindness. He brings extra pillows, a pair of thick socks. He sends Sam–who is ever so thankful to get away from the scratchy Cas–to town for more soup. When Cas slams the laptop shut in disgust, Dean walks to one of Cas’s bookshelves, finds his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and settles carefully on his half of the bed to read aloud. Charlie would approve, he thinks.

Dean is nearly done with chapter two–‘I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear..’–when Cas says softly, “How do you do it?”

Dean’s heart leaps; this sounds like his Cas. He treads carefully, says lightly, “What, read this long without losing my voice? I used to read to Sam when we were kids, ‘til he got too smart and wanted to do everything by himself.” Dean grins.

Cas looks at his hands, bites his lower lip. “How do you deal with your body doing things you can’t control?”

Something breaks inside Dean’s chest. “Oh Cas,” he says, carefully pulling the fallen angel into his arms, “it’s–that’s humanity. I’m so sorry. It sounds ridiculous, but you’ll get used to it. And I’ll always be here, okay?” Cas’s breath hitches and Dean can feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt.

“We’ll get through this. I promise. In a few weeks we’ll start working out again, and pretty soon you won’t even think about it.” Dean rubs small, easy circles on Cas’s back. “We’ll have you beheading vampires in no time.”

Cas laughs softly. “Ow,” he groans. “Please don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”

Dean smiles as he kisses Cas’s temple and settles him back onto his pillows. “Okay, angel. Rest. Heal.” He picks up the book. “Back to Middle Earth?”

Cas nods and closes his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “Friends sharing a burden…”

Dean begins to read.



@yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend …are you feeling better? Here’s a bit more fluff…and this one I wrote just for you! :)