it can be a one night stand thing i'm not picky

anonymous asked:

is it crazy that i've already read every fic??? (well, not all-all because some of the fanfics have topics that i don't feel comfortable reading)... and now i'm without fics to read :((( do you have any new one? it either can be kaisoo or chanbaek (i saw earlier that you like them too!!)

No it’s not crazy anon! I feel the same way tbh :/ I’m having real difficulties finding new good fics to read these days.. I’m really picky with fics too.

There are some that comes to mind tho, hope you like them^^


• Good Graces (Royal!au, romance, mpreg eventually, etc. Kyungsoo and Jongin both have special powers and goes on a quest to save Jongin’s uncle who’s in trouble, and ends up getting feelings for each other along the way) 

Spaghetti Kiss (Smuttt, fluff. Jongin getting jealous of Soo’s spaghetti kiss with kwangsoo on running man)

Red-Hot (Escort!au, smuttt, romance, teacher!au. Soo works as an escort, and gets hired by his teacher, Jongin)

Dreamwalking (Romance, smuttt, angst. Jongin: a playboy model who one day wanted to be more and a history that no one knows completely. Kyungsoo: an up-and-coming actor who can’t seem to move forward in much of anything. Who’s saving who?

Ardor (Soulmate!au, romance, angst. People are going to meet their soul mate at the age of twenty. Kyungsoo thinks he has lost his soul mate even from the beginning. Jongin thinks he has found his soul mate, but turns out he has not. Weird things happen and chemistry strikes before they meet their true soul mate.)

Instant Boyfriend (Fluff, romance. Kyungsoo needs to get away from his admirer, and uses jongin as his fake boyfriend)

Violet Silk (Arranged marriage!au, wolf!au. Omega!soo is arranged to marry alpha king jongin)

Midnight Kiss (Romance, smuttt, fluff. Jongin is kyungsoo’s butler who takes care of him and loves him)

Sunglasses (Fluff, smuttt. Kyungsoo is in a secret relationship with jongin, who’s a popular actor)

Appassionata Sonata (”Friends” with benefits!au, romance. Kyungsoo is a music prodigy. Jongin is a world class playboy. They have a one night stand.)

Like A Butterfly (Angst, mpreg, romance, side!chansoo. Yeol and Soo are having an affair while Yeol is already married to Baek. Soo gets pregnant, but Yeol is not being supportive and Soo ends up getting attention from Nini instead.) 


And Then There Was You (from my favorite baekyeol author <3) (Mpreg, angst, romance. Baekhyun and Chanyeol used to date, which ended up in a child that Yeol doesn’t know about. Chanyeol is suddenly back in town which causes a problem) 

Mine (Romance, smuttt, fluff. Chanyeol is a tough top class business man, but gets weak at the though of his Baekhyun)

I’m Not Your Cinderella (Romance, drama. Baekhyun accidentally spills his drink on Chanyeol and has to pay for what he’s done)

A Bump In The Road (ABO!au, mpreg. Faced with unforeseen events, Baekhyun, a middle class omega, must decide what is the best for his pup. He has two options, follow his heart or go along with what biology has already decided for him)

No Strings (But I’m Attached To You) (Fluff, smuttt. Baekyeol has a no strings attached kind of relationship)

Eye Smile (You Smile) (Blind!baek, fluff, romance, smuttt. Chanyeol is a single-father who likes to visit a puppet store with his twins, cause of the cute owner.)

Homeless (Romance -currently being rewritten- Chanyeol is a talented real estate agent, but wonder if he’s ever going to find a place himself to call home)

You Were Always The One For Me (Best friends to lovers!au + friends with benefits!au. Baek and Yeol are best friends who kisses each other a lot, and sometimes do a little bit more. But every time Yeol gets a gf it gets hella complicated :/ This is only marked as slight!angst, but my heart hurt a lot)

Dating Jung Jaehyun...

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Boyfriend Jaehyun ahead…

  • This guy is a true boyfriend and best-friend. All that you need.
  • Has the sweet “boy next door” vibe.
  • The kind of guy that your family and friends pray will marry you.
  • Whenever he comes around, you’re bound to smile, as if it’s a subconscious reaction to seeing him. Jaehyun’s able to light up your day like that. 
  • As a lover, he will always have your best interests at heart.
  • You guys will be the couple that makes everyone else jealous as soon as you enter the room together.
  • Jaehyun won’t let you sleep at night, because that’s the time when he likes to goof around.
  • Expect for soft laughter to fan against your ear when he spoons you in bed.
  • Lots of silly pillow talk, which will most likely be about crazy topics like “aliens” or “would you rather…” questions.
  • The both of you will be told to “shut-up” by an irritable, mumbling Johnny at some point past 2am.
  • This man is a dork (as is all of NCT), so his silliness is inevitable.
  • You calling Jaehyun by his 50 different names and confusing people in public, like????
  • His presence is so…comforting? There’s just something calming and sophisticated about Jaehyun.
  • Very encouraging boyfriend. Always makes sure to support you in whatever you choose to do. If you love it, then he’s gonna learn to as well.

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anonymous asked:

I absolutely adored that Kuroo childhood friend-->lovers post, and if I could request it for every single character, I would. However, I see that you want some Kenma in your life, and SO DO I. So can I please get the childhood friend crush ask for Kenma (or anyone else you want haha I'm not picky)


Kenma’s eyes rose from his phone at the call of his name. He turned to see you running toward him, waving excitedly. You bounded up to him with a smile on your face.

“Hi,” he mumbled.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” you exclaimed.

“H-Happy Valentine’s Day,” he repeated.

“Here, I have a present for you.”

You reached into your bag and rooted around. He heard the distinct crinkling of multiple bags. The one you pulled out for him was full of homemade chocolates, all different shapes and sizes and colors. You stuffed the bag into his waiting hand.

“Sorry if they’re not great, I tried some new things this year,” you said.

“No, they… They look good,” he murmured.

“Oh, and I have one for you too, Tetsurou!”

Kenma realized with a start that Kuroo was next to him. He’d been there the whole time. They were walking to school together, after all. Why had he forgotten he was there?

“They look delicious,” Kuroo smiled down at you as you passed his bag to him. “Yours are always the best.”

“Oh, stop,” you scoffed.

“They are, though,” he insisted. “Aren’t they, Kenma?”

“Y-yes,” Kenma nodded.

“Well, I won’t keep you, I know you have practice,” you said.

“Why are you here so early anyway?” Kuroo asked curiously.

“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss you guys!” you replied. “Well, have a good practice. Bye, Kenma!”


You waved over your shoulder as you scurried off, and in your haste, you almost knocked over a cart of supplies someone had left out the night before. But you recovered quickly, laughing as you rounded the corner.

“You could save yourself a lot of trouble if you just told her you liked her,” Kuroo said suddenly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kenma argued feebly.

“Okay, fine. You don’t like her. But we’ve known her for years now,” Kuroo pressed on. “And she’s given us chocolate every year, right?”

Kenma didn’t answer, opting instead to return his attention to his phone. He knew exactly where this conversation was going, and he didn’t feel like having it again.

“And in all those years, never once have you told her that you don’t like chocolate,” Kuroo continued. “You know she’d make you something else, she’s an amazing baker. But you don’t want to inconvenience her. Don’t you think she’d rather know you don’t like it?”

“I like chocolate fine,” Kenma argued.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

As always, Kuroo was the first to relent, raising his hands in defeat. And thankfully, he dropped the subject as they headed into the clubroom, where Yamamoto and Lev both complained loudly about how unfair it was that they already got chocolates.

Kenma tried not to ruminate on Kuroo’s comments. He’d said the same thing for years, and before now, it had been easy to deny. Back then, any lingering looks in your direction were because he was trying to figure you out.

Because truthfully, you’d always perplexed Kenma, even the first time he met you. He and Kuroo had been at the park practicing volleyball—at Kuroo’s insistence, of course. Kenma had found you crying when he went to retrieve the ball. When he asked why, you showed him an anthill you’d stepped on accidentally. You were whimpering something about “ruining all their hard work.” Kenma wasn’t sure how to handle your tears. So he just stood there, mildly horrified. The two of you watched the ants working to restore their hill, and it wasn’t until Kuroo came to find him that Kenma realized how long he’d been standing there with you. But you were smiling now. He hadn’t even done anything, but you’d told him thank you.

That was years ago. And you’d spent all this time perplexing him. You always had a carefree smile, one you seemed to point in his direction more than anyone he’d ever known. And it always made him feel so… Warm. And until recently, he hadn’t thought anything of it. You were just his friend with the easy smile.

And then suddenly, things felt different. He realized he wasn’t staring at you trying to figure you out anymore. He was just staring. Anytime your smile was directed at someone else, it made him feel cold. He’d never felt that way before. And then, when you finally did smile at him, he felt hot—hotter than he used to feel.

It was a lot harder to refute Kuroo’s arguments when he couldn’t even figure out his feelings for himself.

Kenma was on his way back from the bathroom during lunch, face buried in his phone, when a small voice called his name. He turned to see a girl from his class fidgeting nervously with a box of chocolates. Her face was so red, it matched the bow of her uniform.

“K-Kozume-kun, I… I just… Wanted to say… H-happy Valentine’s Day,” she stammered.

Kenma’s eyes widened. He hadn’t received Valentine’s chocolates from anyone but you in his entire life. He wasn’t even sure of this girl’s name. Caught off guard, he wasn’t thinking when his reply came out of his mouth.

“I don’t like chocolate.”

It was the wrong thing to say, and he knew it immediately. He could already see tears swimming in the girl’s eyes. He didn’t want to watch her cry. With a mumbled “I’m sorry,” he hurried away. He hadn’t meant to be rude. But he didn’t know what else to do. No one else had ever given him anything on Valentine’s Day. No one else had ever cried in front of him before.

No one but you.

He still didn’t know what that meant. Still didn’t know why your smile made him feel so warm. Still didn’t know why he ate the chocolates you made him every year, even though he normally hated chocolate.

Why did he like the way yours tasted?

Was it because you were the one who made them?

Kenma lay on his bed, his PSP in his hands. But he wasn’t even playing the game. All night, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you and your chocolates and your smile. The bag that had contained the chocolates was empty beside him. It had been easy to eat them all. Too easy.

Next to his head, his phone vibrated. He was surprised to see your name on the screen, and was even more surprised to read your message.

Can I come over?

Okay, he replied.

A few seconds later, you responded with I’m already outside.

Now he was more than confused as he made his way slowly to the front door. Was something wrong? When he threw open the door and you stepped inside, he could tell that you were upset. You weren’t smiling like usual, and your eyebrows were knitted together with worry.

“Pardon the intrusion,” you mumbled, slipping out of your shoes.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“Do you really not like chocolate?” you asked, taking a step toward him.

He instinctively took a step back. Had Kuroo told you? That wouldn’t be like him. But how else would you have known?

“What are you talking about?” he mumbled.

“You told that girl today you don’t like it,” you countered. “I heard her in the bathroom talking to her friend… Kenma, do you really not like it?”

“It’s… Not that I don’t like it,” he reasoned.

“Then what is it?”

“I… I don’t know,” he muttered.

“Kenma, I wouldn’t have made you chocolate every year if you didn’t like it, but I wish you would’ve just told me,” you reasoned. “You’ve had to eat something you don’t like every year just so I wouldn’t feel bad…”

“I do like it though,” he said quickly.

“But you just said—“

“I only like the ones you make…” he admitted.

When you didn’t say anything, he looked up at you, and… Were you blushing? Kenma’s eyes widened at the sight, and you glanced away hurriedly. Your face was turning redder by the second.

“Y-you don’t have to say that j-just to make me feel better,” you stuttered.

“I’m not.”

You were fidgeting with your fingers now, looking anywhere but at Kenma. He felt the way he did at the park all those years ago, unsure of what to do but rooted to his spot. And instead of watching the ants rebuild their hill, now he was watching you.

“K-Kenma… This morning… I wanted to make sure I got you your chocolates first,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Why?” he asked tentatively.

“Because… Because I… Like you…”

You weren’t smiling, and still he felt so warm, just from a few simple words.

“I like you too,” he mumbled, and now he could feel himself blushing too.

You looked at him with wide eyes. Then your face broke into a smile. And when you reached out and took his hand in yours, he felt even hotter.

He’d never particularly cared for the sunshine. But the warmth you gave him… It was something completely different, yet almost the same.

He had really come to love this feeling.

The way they see each other vs their secret reputations (For my fake suburban life au)

Jack – took an early retirement after winning big in vegas. Jack is a total sweetheart, he smiles and greets everyone in the morning, does woodwork in his open garage and is always offering to help out. Jack comes to check on anyone he hasn’t seen in a few days to make sure they are doing alright. He’s a big guy, might have managed intimidating if he could stop smiling but do not expect him to do well in a fight.  

The Beard - isn’t particularly secretive about his identity but the codename stuck. Specialised in driving/piloting, was a great strategist with an eye for back-up plans (..good to have in hairy situations..). The Beard had never been caught on a job, so was highly desired but very picky about who he worked with. He gave up the game when he got too tired of dealing with all the assholes who thought they were too clever to take advise from the getaway driver.

Geoff - Owns franchises overseas. Geoff cooks delicious food and borderline forces them all to eat it. He is often the instigator of group meetings and activities, and despite trying to deny it he mothers them all just as much as Jack. Geoff spends a lot of time trying to teach Gavin how to be a real boy, and ranting at Jack and Ryan about being the oldest people in the street. Can probably handle himself in a fight.  

Ramsey - was one of the founders of arguably the most successful gang in north america. After drifting out of the gang to do his own thing, Ramsey is basically royalty amongst criminals, and is known to be an excellent leader who’s ideas are both batshit crazy and almost always highly successful. While he is still friendly with some of the top gang leaders he retired after realising he wasn’t enjoying himself anymore.

Michael - Was a blue collar worker, into a bit of everything, until he came into a family windfall and quit. Short-tempered and loud, but quick to move on and laugh, with a surprisingly high tolerance level for Gavin’s bullshit. Has the best pool in the street and regularly gets drunk with Gavin and Geoff, or is dragged over to Rays for lads game night. Could absolutely hold his own in a fight, particularly after he inevitably takes offence.

Mogar - a freelancer, described as a force of nature, a wrecking ball of rage. He specialised in explosives, heavy weapons and his bare fists, and while he was the best at what he did he was equally well known for putting up with no bullshit. Regardless of who you were, if you fucked up he would absolutely let you know, loudly and with extreme prejudice. After finding himself in hot water again Mogar was tired of watching his own back and decided to get out while he still could.

Ray - Got his riches through a medical pay out, is both super chill and highly sarcastic. Very reluctant to do outdoorsy activities but he makes up for it by owning every console and game available. Would likely just lay down and die rather than even try to engage in a fight.

Brownman - Highly sought after sniper, an excellent shot and both willing and capable of getting into and out of difficult locations. More than decent at close range combat, especially for a sniper. Won’t get caught, won’t stir up trouble and won’t offer you his name. Got out of the business because he wanted to spend some time sleeping in, staying home and spending his money.

Ryan - Is a successful web developer who works from home. In the beginning he was polite but distant, pretty reluctant to engage with the others, but has since opened up and is now very friendly. Goes through more diet coke than any one person should and goes for a daily run at the crack of dawn. Physically intimidating but seems way too passive to fight, would probably panic in a combat situation.

Vagabond -  A mercenary with no face, no loyalties and no mercy. The vagabond is the monster under the bed for criminals around the world. He was feeling burned out, wanted to take a break from the job and reassess what he wanted.

Gavin - probably too young to have moved to America on his own, surprisingly sweet for a trust-fund baby, though just as disconnected from reality and naively privileged as you would expect from a kid with that much money to burn. He’s an irritation, too touchy, too invasive, rarely respects personal space, and way too endearing for such a menace.Weighs about 3 pounds and stands zero chance in any kind of fight, absolutely needs protection in a combat situation.

- With a reputation that has spread from Europe to America Gavin goes by a dozen code-names and is generally an absolute wildcard. Extraordinarily good hacker, but rarely content to stay out of the action, his talents are desirable enough for most to put up with the trail of chaos he leaves behind. Gavin is still doing some remote freelance hacking jobs, has some people back home who still work for him, but he’s taking a bit of a holiday to live like an american tv family.

A Dragon for Sarah

Once upon a time there was a princess in a tower. Her parents had put her up there because they didn’t know what else to do with a princess who refused to choose a suitor. They had paraded princess, barons, and earls in front of her. They had hired coy ladies-in-waiting and strapping archery instructors, hoping one of them would catch her eye. They had sent her to balls in all the neighboring kingdoms and held so many of their own that the floor of their ballroom had to be retiled every year. They had even consulted with faerie godmothers, but after one look every one they had approached had walked out, saying this was a case beyond their magic.

One left a nice bag of cookies behind for luck and another gave her a miniature winged pony to keep her company, while a third–a faerie godfather technically but details like that always confused the issue of the story, so the king and queen glossed-over that bit–had enchanted her special shoes to wear so that her feet would not get tired at the endless balls, but the princess always found a way to slip away halfway through and read so the shoes were a kind gesture, but not a very useful one. In desperation the king and queen had even opened a school for academics right in their own castle courtyard, and while the princess found many of the lectures and discussions there fascinating, she did not swoon over any of the scholars.

So her parents put her in a tower, because that was what one did with princesses when all else failed to find them their one true love. She was a bit older than most princesses are when they get confined to their towers, but that was all right with her, because her parents were still healthy and besides, it meant she wouldn’t have to go to any more balls.

It also meant she got to meet a dragon, because what good was a princess in a tower without a dragon? 

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Original Trilogy Headcanons a la Forcie

(Because I have two sleep disorders and my brain won’t shut up. Be careful y'all - it’s long and occasionally fraught with feels)

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willowolven  asked:

Eep, can I make a request? "Oh, don't stop on my account." -Klaus to Caroline can be innocent, dark, or dirty, I'm not picky hehe Thank you for doing a drabble a day, they truly brighten my day right up, I truly look forward to them! You're a gem :)

Thanks for the request, willowolven :) This is a short, fluffy one. Hope you like it!

And thanks to thetourguidebarbie for helping me decide (read: choosing) on the song Caroline sings (‘How You Get the Girl’ by Taylor Swift)


A smile tugged at Klaus’ lips as he walked down the corridor of Caroline’s cabin towards the bedroom. It was their first little getaway as a couple (their first night together, too) and he was slowly learning the little things that were left for him to know about her. Such as the way she sang as she got ready, and as he paused in the doorway, he admired her lingerie-clad body dancing along to the song blasting from her phone.

Remind her how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks,” Caroline sang along, brushing out her hair as she swung her hips and swayed to the music. Leaning against the doorjamb, he licked his lips to keep himself from laughing in amusement when she began bouncing on her feet as the tempo picked up. “And say you want m- eep!” She broke off her singing with a startled squeak when she twirled around and finally spotted him.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, love,” he teased, raking his eyes over her half-naked form in an appreciation of her beauty. Alabaster skin contrasted sexily against the navy lace of her underwear, and Klaus still couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to deserve her. To have her here with him, in his arms as they slept, crying out his name when he made love to her, and dancing unashamedly in her undressed form without a care in the world.

Sort of.

Klaus!” she yelled, breaking him out of his thoughts. Bringing his eyes back up to hers, he smiled innocently as she glared half-heartedly at her, grabbing her sundress off the bed and pulling it on in one fluid movement. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long enough,” he sighed resignedly, causing her to scoff even as he spotted the beginning of a smile quirking at the corner of her lips. Cocking his head, Klaus furrowed his brow slightly and queried, “How come I’ve never heard you sing before?”

Caroline shrugged as she replaced her hair brush onto the vanity and gave herself the onceover in the mirror. “I sing a lot; usually in the morning, or when I’m cooking, or driving,” she listed, turning to face him with a pointed look.

It was the first morning they were spending together, and as she had always pointed out, he was always the one to drive whenever they went somewhere. As for the cooking part, Klaus vividly remembered her story about burning toast one morning before they went out for lunch, and had steered clear from asking her to cook ever since out of a method of self-preservation for their relationship.

“Is that so? Perhaps we need more of these moments together in that case,” he commented suggestively, approaching her and placing his hands on her hips when he reached her to pull her into him.

Caroline pulled a face, grimacing exaggeratedly at his words. “You’ll get sick of it soon, trust me. I’m no Tay-Swift,” she informed him, bringing her arms to loop around his neck to use as leverage to lean back slightly.

“You have a beautiful voice, Caroline,” he told her, voice low and husky as he pressed her body against his until there was no space between them so it was no effort at all to whisper into her ear; “Whether you’re singing, speaking, or screaming my name.”

Scowling, she narrowed her eyes at him when he pulled back to look at her, delighted to see the light pink blush tinting her cheeks even as she tried to seem indifferent to his suggestive words. “I don’t scream,” she insisted slowly and precisely.

Klaus smirked slyly before speeding them over to the bed and throwing her gently onto it, following immediately due to his hold on her and her arms around him. He grinned at the small shriek she let out at the movement as they bounced on the rather comfortable mattress, pinning her down by tangling his jean-clad legs with her bare ones and a hand on her hip whilst he moved the other to press into the bed by her head to keep his weight off her.

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” he insisted before dipping down to capture her lips with his own, taking her giggles with it and turning them into moans.

Eventually, he got the screams of pleasure, too.

anonymous asked:

hello i appreciate all the work you do here thank you so much so i was wondering if you have any fanfic recs that are long and not too dark? its just that most of the time they all contain dark themes such as suicide, substance abuse, etc and i don't think it would be wise to read those consecutively do you have any that is long and light-hearted? I'm cool with the drama genre but not too dark sorry if I'm so picky

Oh, no don’t be sorry that’s actually a very valid request!  We should probably add a ‘fluffy’ tag or a ‘light-hearted’ tag to our tags page now that I think of it.

Besides the rec I’ll include below, you could also check the Romantic Comedy tag.  Most of those are pretty chill (and especially good for when you need to recover from something like a season finale or an especially dark or depressing fic) :)

A Room of One’s Own (NC-17 Word Count: 94,059)

All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn’t understand.

Well That Was Just Peachy (NC-17 Word Count: 63,779)

While Team Free Will is on a run-of-the-mill hunt, something abruptly goes awry out of a mess of confusing nowhere and Dean is left to deal with it all. Which is great, because without Sam and Castiel as their… usual selves, well, they may as well be giant, useless babies. There’s also conversation about personal space. Way too often. Which, of course, is even greater.

Exotic Berry (M  Word Count: 86,127)

Dean Winchester is like everyone else, mostly.  When he’s not being Deanna Winchester who moved out of the small town of Lawrence, Kansas to a prestigious boarding school with off-campus housing.  Things are going well for him, until he runs into Castiel Novak.

Preacher Comfort (M  Word Count: 42,799)

Dean Winchester works as a nurse at an after-hours medical clinic. He’s a champion at what he does, but for him, professionalism has its pitfalls: good-looking patients make him flustered. Luckily, his fly-by-night infatuation evaporates within minutes, since most patients only swing by once. Castiel (fondly known as Bee Sting Guy around the clinic) is one of those iniquitously handsome fellows – and he keeps coming back. He’s also a Catholic priest, 94% asexual, and in need of the tender love that happens to be Dean’s speciality.

Warnings:  Very Brief Mentions of Past Child-Abuse, Brief Mentions of Past Self-Harm

Comments:  Those couple of warnings may seem off-putting but I swear this is actually one of the most light-hearted, cute fics I’ve ever read.

Messenger Number 3  (M Word Count: 23,016)

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren’t enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Ten Summers (M  Word Count: 33,036)

Dean is thirteen when he starts going to Uncle Bobby’s summer camp, and when he meets his best friend, Cas Novak. Over the next ten summers, Camp Wooded Falls becomes the backdrop for friendships, romances, and drama as they move from high school to college and ultimately into adulthood.

Love Equals Tragedy Plus Time  (NC-17 Word Count: 63,397)

Castiel Novak is a perpetually single, awkward mess of a high school teacher with a thing for bad boys, so it only makes sense that Dean Winchester, the very portrait of the phrase, were to travel to Pontiac Illinois to be his student. Dean’s in town with his family to hunt a ghost, but when he meets Mr. Novak, he finds a new reason to stick around. It doesn’t take long before the two give into temptation, and when they do, neither expect the life altering events that follow.
Dean certainly doesn’t expect to meet Castiel all over again - and ten years younger.

Silhouette  (M Word Count: 52,468)

Castiel Novak has searched high and low for a place to live and finally he has no choice but to settle on a little house in the countryside with four other people, Sam and Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore and Jo Harvelle. They keep a stable of horses and have acres of land, freedom Castiel has always longed for. And not only does he get the serenity and peace of the countryside, but he learns so many new things through living with these people and they teach him in the ways of their lives day by day. For Castiel, this little group of people become a proper family to him, something he has never had before and to his immense surprise, he finds love too.

The Grace Archer (NC-17 Word Count: 31,360)

As all the great tales begin: once upon a time, in a long forgotten place, there lived an archer. He shot so well and so true that the king took note and rose him in rank, until the mysterious archer was the king’s most trusted adviser. The archer served the king well, until the royal line was no more, and further still.
Tales of The Grace Archer were told for centuries. Fact turned to legend. Legend passed into myth. And that is how the archer preferred it, hidden in the forests and lost to mankind.
There he would have forever remained, if a young man with dark blonde hair and green eyes had not crashed into his life with a problem only The Grace Archer could solve…

Sleepless in Lawrence, Kansas (NC-17 Word Count: 50,162)

“Um, yes, hi. My name is Sam and I’m calling from Lawrence, Kansas.”
A new voice… Castiel loved new voices. They always had new stories to tell.
“Kansas… well, it’s not really midnight down there, is it? What keeps you up?” he asked.
“I’m worried about my brother, Dean.”
“Destiny is something we’ve invented because we can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.” - Sleepless in Seattle

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (Accidentally) Raised Each Other (and Sam)  (NC-17 Word Count: 69,693)

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean’s angel rather sooner than intended.

Kung Fu Grip  (M  Word Count: 57,826)

“Cas, I’ve been enrolling me and Sammy in schools since I was twelve. I think I can handle it.”
Cas is frowning. “It’s not a matter of—handling it,” he says. “The principal will be more receptive and helpful to you if she believes you to have a parent or guardian who is actively concerned with your welfare. I want to make sure she understands you are important.”
Dean does not get a warm squishy feeling in his chest.
(In which Dean is de-aged, Claire and Emma are simultaneously the worst and best sisters ever, and Cas really deserves a hug.)

Seeking Friendship  (T & Up  Word Count: 36,364)

The information pops up in Castiel’s head as if he’s reading it on his computer screen right in front of him. He had come across Dean’s dating profile the very day he made his own three months ago. He must’ve looked at 20 or 30 different profiles that day, but Dean’s was the only one that kept replaying over and over in his head for a week after. “Dean W., seeking friendship.”

Forget-Me-Not Blues (NC-17 Word Count: 68,688)

Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organisational duties. The more the merrier, right?
Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.

The Last Great Race (NC-17 Word Count: 82,346)

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as “The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.
When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

Bump and Run  (NC-17 Word Count: 77,770)

Dean Winchester, a junior at KU, could have never imagined that he would cheer for a professional football team, let alone for his favorite team, the Kansas City Angels. But he gets more than he bargained for when he strikes up an odd friendship with Castiel Novak, the Angels’ hall-of-fame bound cornerback. Dean has to juggle going to school and dealing with his family’s crises and planning for the upcoming UCA Nationals cheer competition, all while struggling with his sexuality and his feelings for Castiel.

Freefall (NC-17 Word Count: 128,538)

AU. The most exciting kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester’s life ever gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby’s shop on the weekends. That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel. Dean’s life gets a lot more exciting after that.

Vita Nuova (NC-17 Word Count: 61,800)

AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn’t quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is.

The World Crashing All Around (NC-17 Word Count: 36,300)

During a storm in September of 1987, Dean and Sam hear something hit their roof. When they brave the backyard to investigate, they find a fledgling angel.
A story about best friendship, spoiled plans, and love, in four parts.

Learning Curve  (NC-17 Word Count: 37,853)

Dean is a pre-school teacher and Castiel Novak is his new student’s intriguing guardian. They both know the sacrifices that come with caring for others, but, over time, they learn what it means to want something for themselves.

Unfamiliar (NC-17 Word Count: 29,252)

“We all know that Familiars will be the closest to you. Your bond with a Familiar will transcend family, friends, and even your future husband or wife. A Familiar becomes a part of you, and you a part of them.” Mr. Adler’s dull tone rolls across the auditorium and it’s clear to everyone that he doesn’t care about the topic. It makes Castiel feel bad for his Familiar. “Now, can anyone tell me why Witches need Familiars and why they need us?”

Accelerando  (T & Up Word Count: 21,274)

When Castiel and Gabriel begged their aunt and uncle to attend public school for their senior year, Castiel had assumed they would fly below the radar, maybe attend a few social events, and more than anything, get out of the house for more than a trip to the grocery store or Emergency-Room visit.
Castiel is quickly discovering this year will be nothing like he imagined, seeing as he failed to account for one very important factor: the Winchester brothers.

Beyond The Ether  (NC-17 Word Count: 52,611)

Mythology fascinated Castiel. On a professional level, of course (a requirement when you teach world religions and philosophy), but very much on a personal one as well. When he accidentally summons an ancient pagan god and protector called Dean, he is thrust deeper into that world then he ever thought possible.

PWP: Pie Without Plot  (NC-17 Word Count: 82,517)

he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says “thank you” and cas says “you’re welcome” very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything

Halfway  (NC-17 Word Count: 29,963)

A Fallen!Castiel bunker fic; Castiel arrives back at the bunker after six months of being missing, with eighteen of his newly-fallen brothers and sisters in tow; shameless schmoop and angel-care ensues. ♥

Chasing Cars  (NC-17 Word Count: 45,400)

After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they’ve come to care for each other.

Comments:  Now whilst Dean is a stripper, it’s merely because he’s trying to pay for school, there’s no prostitution or anything.  It’s more a part of the comedy aspect of the fic.  It also has a bunch of family feels.

The Best Years of Our Lives My Ass  (NC-17 Word Count: 111,000)

AU after Season 8, episode 6, “Southern Comfort.” Dean goes to sleep in a motel room in Texarkana, and he wakes up 17 years old, in his childhood bedroom in Lawrence, Kansas, 1996. He has no idea how he got there, why his parents are still alive, why his brother is an adorable freshman with no memory of his adult life, and why the only ally he has in this place is the angel he left behind in Purgatory – somehow also 17 years old. They have to get out, that’s the important thing. Only, falling in love with his angel wasn’t a part of the plan….

Try-Something Tuesday  (NC-17 Word Count: 48,400)

Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He’s new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean’s curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not?
Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only…

The Request  (M Word Count: 36,770)

When Sam Winchester prays for his brother, Castiel is finally sent on his very first assignment. But what should be a simple love match turns into much more and Castiel finds himself risking everything to ensure the happiness of his extremely frustrating charge.

Convenient Husbands  (NC-17 Word Count: 39,000)

“It’s only temporary, right?” Dean says. “Just until you’re healed up, and then we’ll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?”

Peanut Butter-Pumpkin Wedding Cake  (NC-17 Word Count: 31,000)

Dean is a waiter in a strip club to put his kid brother through school. Castiel is dragged to the club as a part of his sister Anna’s bachelorette party. Dean and Cas hit it off, but Dean thinks Cas is the one marrying Anna.

Crossroads State  (M  Word Count: 51,002)

Castiel has a nice predictable structured life teaching high school, even if he happens to be overqualified for it. Then this guy moves in around the corner and literally knocks him on his ass.

A Warriors Rest  (NC-17 Word Count: 27,619)

Castiel, an outcast fairy, has lived most of his life in the guise of a human in a sleepy Northwestern town in the state of Oregon. It’s quiet. People move there to retire and forget the world. And it’s small so newcomers are a thing of note. So when a man not near retirement age moves in, green-eyed and handsome, Castiel pays attention. But his cabin is set up in the midst of the woods the locals avoid. Where the entrance to his people’s lands rests. The thickset trees are teeming with the supernatural. So how is it this man hasn’t run screaming from the woods? And why does his home feel so strange to Castiel’s fairy senses?
But, more importantly, does he even care for those answers when the man grins so warmly?

Chains and Handcuffs (50 Shades of Awkward)  (NC-17 Word Count: 98,068)

After Dean abuses his new demonic powers for the umpteenth time, Sam gets fed up and stages an intervention. Castiel is assigned to demon-sitting duty, but when his new charge still manages to fly the coop, Sam decides that more drastic measures must be taken. It is terribly awkward for everybody involved… until it’s not.

Comments:  This actually surprised me because I expected it to be kind of angsty because Demon!Dean tends to be, but it’s actually pretty much crack and shenanigans and fluff.  

Wow.  This was all I could scrounge together right now, but there’ll most likely be a part 2 and 3 and so on, haha.  But I hope you like!