So you all know that urge we have
when we want to hug the living shit out of adorable creatures? Well, this is
actually a real scientific reaction called “cute aggression” (source)
and the behaviour springs up even more when we actually can’t touch the cause
Can you just imagine the aliens’ reactions to the fact that humans are
pretty much brain wired to kill things we find cute? And that a lot of them are
baby animals that grows up to be vicious creatures that could probably kill us?
Like, the aliens are having a live sending about the most dangerous animals
in the known galaxies and they have numerous teams all over the place. They are
filming it from afar and have studied them as much as possible and they’re
This is a Fantolus cub that will grow up to be most deadly predator on the
death planet Moss. A fully grown Fantolus spews poisonous gas and can kill you i-
Narrator breaks off in confusion.
On screen, tiny figures are approaching
the cub. The cub looks harmless and innocent. The alien film crew zooms in. It’s a group of humans.
They have sound.
Human with fancy space hat
Human looks into camera.
Hey, how ya doin’? Look over there, right there. That’s a Fantolus cub. If
the mother finds me this close, and I’m gone!
I’m gonna pick it up.
Human hugs it to death. The other humans sigh enviously.
↳ hi ↳ everything alright? ↳ how you doin (english) ↳ right, I went to meet my friends but they all have exams ↳ I miss you a lot ↳ feels like it’s been months since weve seen each other ↳ I miss you (japanese) ↳ I can’t write music well ↳ there are a lot of times when I want to be lazy so I’m trying to fix it ↳ I need to read read books and study Japanese ↳ why do I want to loaf around so much ↳ It’s the same as when I was a high school student ↳ ohoho ↳ I have to go shoot ↳ I’ll be back ↳ see ya (english) ↳ XD ↳ 😘
Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…
“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”
They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”
“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”
The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.
“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”
With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.
Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.
And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.
In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.
Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.
So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.
A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.
Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.
Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.
Kay, um, well, I love you.
Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.
Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”
It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.
Prompt: Could you
write a Raph one where his s/o is in a random mood for major cuddles and he
gives in to her cravings for affection and practically showers her in it with
lots of fluff??? Thanks! 😄😄😄
You stared at your phone for a few long moments.
You needed cuddles. And you needed them now. You picked up your phone and
pulled up Raph’s contact and punched in a text.
Can you come over? Pretty, pretty
I’m looooonely. And booooored.
And…I really need someone to cuddle with.
ya think I’m some sorta personal teddy bear, shorty?
guys are gonna tease me.
Then don’t tell
if you’re worth gettin’ teased over…
I’m comin’. Give me a minute.
You love it.
know. Yer lucky I care.
You waited for the big buff turtle in red
to show up at your window. He wasn’t your boyfriend, despite the feelings you hoped he
shared. But God, you wanted him to
be your boyfriend. Personally, Raphael hadn’t asked you out for one reason: he
though he wasn’t good enough for you. You were pretty, smart, funny, and worst
of all…you were human. A
pretty, smart, funny human girl could have any guy on the face of the earth.
Why would you want a mutant reject that lived in the sewers?
But nonetheless, he showed up at your
window a few minutes later, heart pounding and extremely nervous for whatever
was going to come next. Sure, the two of you had had movie nights, but you had
never cuddled. Ever. He wasn’t even sure why you had asked him to come here to
satisfy your craving for touch.
Three taps on the window signaled his
arrival. You slid the window up and helped him clamber inside. He looked down
at you in your cute little Deadpool onesie. And though he tried to ignore it,
he couldn’t deny that you looked good in red. Really good.
“Well, you look
cozy.” He smirked. You smiled.
“Picked out a movie for us.”
“Oh yeah? Which one?”
“Are ya kiddin’ me?”
“Yer kiddin’ me. Didn’t that bomb?”
“Yeah, but…” you blushed at the thought
that ran through your head. “Nevermind. Just settle in. I’ll make the popcorn.
Wanted it to be fresh.”
He watched you run off to the kitchen while
he got settled in your bed. It creaked under his weight. God, sometimes he
forgot how heavy he was. How huge he was.
And then there was you, this delicate little flower that he was so scared he
Every time he thought about you, his heart
did a backflip. The mere inkling of you was enough to drive him crazy. The thought
of your tiny little hands in his, your tiny little feet and all of your
adorable human toes. And then came the thoughts of how your skin would feel
against his, how soft and silky it must be compared to his rough scales and
He exhaled a sigh, mentally scolding
himself. There was no reason to tease himself with something he couldn’t have.
“Comfy?” You asked, setting the popcorn on
the table beside your bed, which was pushed up against the wall. Raph was
hunkered into your mound of pillows, half laying down, half propped up.
“Y-yeah. Sure am.” He wanted to punch
himself for stuttering. You smirked a little and hopped into the bed beside
him, transitioning to a comfy position laying on top of him, head pressed
against his plastron. And there, thump-thumping in
his chest was his heart. You smiled as you listened to it hammer, faster and
faster with each second you were there with him. “Am I doin’ this right?”
“Doing what right?”
“You know…cuddlin’. Or whatever.” He
paused, exhaling a somewhat embarrassed breath. “I ain’t exactly a pro.”
“You’re doing fine.” You giggled.
“Just…here.” You pulled one of his muscular arms around your back and snuggled
deeper into his plastron. “Perfect.”
“All right. Good.” He grabbed a handful of
popcorn with his free hand and you started the movie.
“So which of ‘em’s yer favorite?” he asked
as the credits rolled. Your heart hammered. Here was the moment. The moment you
were hoping he would set up. And now you could finally take the opportunity
laid out before you.
“The Thing.” You replied casually. He let
out a little breath of surprise.
“Because…” You blushed as deep as Raph’s
mask. “I like my guys big and strong and a little rough around the edges.” You
shrugged. “But I mean, where would I ever find a
guy like that?”
“Yer sayin’…” It took him a few seconds to
put the pieces together. “Me. Ya…ya like me.”
“The reasons previously stated, and also:
you might not admit it, but you, Raphael, are a huge softy and I love that.”
“I ain’t soft.”
“Look at us right now.”
“And your eyes are gorgeous.”
“And you’re super buff and brave, and
you’ve saved the world like twice and-”
“Why not Leo?” Raph’s words caused a sudden
“Leo’s all ‘uh those things. He could treat
“Okay, but I don’t love Leo, Raph. I love you.”
“Y-you what?” Raph almost choked.
“I. Love. You.”
“I l-love you too.” He paused, mulling over
the exchange that had just gone down. “So then are we…are ya my girlfriend?”
“Do you want me to
be your girlfriend?”
“Then I think that answers that question,
boyfriend.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then it hit you. That was the
first kiss he had ever received. Ever. The blush that spread across his cheeks
only confirmed your theory. You were not going to let this moment pass without
taking it one baby step further. You pressed a soft hand against his rough face
and turned it to face you. His eyes darted from your lips back to your eyes and
he gulped, green eyes wide as you leaned closer to him.
Raphael decided in a single moment that
your lips were the softest things on earth. They were also the sweetest things
he had ever tasted, freshly coated in cherry lip gloss. Bright and red and now
they were his to kiss whenever he wanted. This night had taken an unexpected
turn indeed. But he couldn’t complain. He would never complain, so long as he
“So uh…now what?” He asked after a long
“Well…we could pop in another movie and
cuddle some more, or we
could go back to the lair and brag to your brothers.” You suggested. Raph
smirked, imagining the look on Leo’s dumb face when he came home with a