Title: Eleven Nights with Achilles Author: xmzame Artist: izulkowa Rating: Teen Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Sam/Jess, Charlie/Dorothy) Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Minor Angst, Cats, Teacher!Cas, Moving in, Dean’s POV, Castiel’s POV Posting Date: 10/3/2017
Summary: Dean isn’t the best with cats, but when he’s asked to catsit for Sam and Jess while they’re away for their honeymoon, he doesn’t expect much to happen in a short period of time. He also doesn’t expect to face the ridiculously good looking neighbour across the hall and his own inability to ask him out.
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“Wow,” Dean utters, continuing to stare around the apartment. “I really need to get to know you better.”
Castiel smiles, taking a cereal box out of the bag. “I hope my apartment is not the only reason you want to get to know me.”
Dean looks back to him quickly. “No. No, no, no, of course not. I mean, you have a window seat, for crying out loud.” He gets distracted by the lovely setting of the kitchen, simple with cabinets underneath and over.
“It’d be nice to read there, yes,” Castiel remarks, taking out three more contents of his bag.
“Sorry,” Dean apologizes, turning back to the groceries. “It’s just- this place is great, I wonder why no one bought it earlier.”
“Maybe because the previous owner was stabbed to death here,” he announces casually.
Dean widens his eyes. “What?”
Castiel only shrugs.
“You’re not even a little spooked by that?” Dean questions.
“I can’t find a reason to be afraid of ghosts, Dean,” Castiel says, looking into his empty bag. He pauses for a moment and sighs. “I forgot the milk again.”
“Not to scare you or anything, but- have you never heard of vengeful spirits?”
“Spirits who are vengeful, yes,” Castiel remarks.
Dean stares at him for longer and lightly chuckles as he takes the pasta and a can of tuna from the bag.
“What’s so funny?” Castiel asks.
Dean shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing. Just uh-” His attention is quickly caught by a sudden presence, a shuffling noise behind the cabinets. Dean steps back from whatever it is and snaps his head to Castiel’s direction. “Did you hear that?”
“If you’re trying to scare me, that’s not very funny,” Castiel says, looking around the room carefully.
“No, I’m serious. I swear I heard something,” Dean affirms. He looks back to the cabinets as something shuffles behind it again.
Castiel follows his gaze and quickly turns his focus back to Dean with a look of realization on his face. “Oh- my apologies. That’s probably Audrey. I forget she does this sometimes,” he addresses, pacing towards the cabinet and peeps at what’s behind it.
“My cat,” Castiel clarifies, momentarily glancing at Dean. He makes a clicking noise with his tongue and reaches a hand out while bending his body forwards.
Within a couple of seconds, a small cat with a thick bluish-grey coat appears, nuzzling her head into Castiel’s palm. Her cheeks are a little chubby and she has a mouth that makes her look like she’s smiling all the time.
“She’s slightly wary of strangers at first, but once you treat her nicely she’ll trust you,” Castiel states. He crouches down to her and scratches her chin gently.
Dean isn’t used to being around cats other than Achilles, but he’s pretty sure Castiel’s hinting at him to pet Audrey, judging by the way he lifts his head at Dean and smiles.
A dibbuk box is a wine cabinet which, according to Jewish folklore, is said to be haunted by a restless, evil spirit that is capable of haunting and possessing the living. One particular dibbuk box became famous when it was listed on eBay along with a terrifying backstory.
The story began in September of 2001, when an antique buyer and
refinisher attended an estate sale in Portland, Oregon. The auction was
held to sell off the belongings of a 103-year-old woman, and her
granddaughter informed the antique dealer of the woman’s past when she
noticed that he had purchased a simple wooden wine cabinet.
woman had been Jewish, the only one of her family members to have
survived her time in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II. When
she immigrated to the United States, the wine cabinet and two other
items were the only things she brought with her.
The woman’s granddaughter explained that her grandmother had always kept
the box hidden away, and said that it should never, ever be opened
because it contained a malicious spirit called a dibbuk. She requested
that the box be buried with her, but since doing so went against Jewish
tradition, her family did not oblige. When the antique dealer asked the
granddaughter if she would like to keep the box for sentimental reasons,
the woman vehemently refused, becoming very upset and saying, “We made a
deal! You have to take it!”
The dealer took his purchase back to his shop and placed it in his
workshop in the basement. Immediately, strange and frightening things
started happening. He was called by his frantic shop assistant, who said
that the lights had gone out, the doors and security gates had locked,
and she heard terrible sounds coming from the basement. When he
investigated, he discovered a terrible odor of cat urine lingering in
the air, and every light bulb in the place had been smashed.
The dealer gave the wine box to his mother as a gift, and the woman
immediately suffered a major stroke. In the hospital, she spelled out,
“H-A-T-E G-I-F-T” as tears spilled from her eyes uncontrollably. He
attempted to give the gift to several more people, but it was always
returned to him within a few days, usually because people just didn’t
like it, or because they felt that something about it was evil. He began
suffering from a recurring nightmare, and he later found that all of
his family members who had been around the box were having the same
dream. He started seeing shadow figures darting around in his peripheral
vision, as well.
After finally admitting that there was something paranormal happening,
he went online to research and fell asleep at his computer. When he woke
up, he felt like something was breathing on his neck, and when he
turned his head he saw a huge shadow figure dashing away from him down
the hall. He then decided to list the item on eBay, along with a
detailed account of what had happened to him since obtaining the box.
Jason Haxton, the curator of a medical museum in Missouri, purchased the
box from the eBay auction. He later wrote a book detailing the strange
story of the dibbuk box, and in 2012, a horror movie based on the book
entitled The Possession was released.
hey missy! can I request 4 - a drunken kiss - with yoongi please? thank you!
four_a drunken kiss
there are days where you’d want to drown your worries away, let them swim in your mind with the battling substance of alcohol trying to ease you out and assure you hey, it’s fine. take another shot.
it just so happens this time yoongi needs a couple of drinks himself.
so what do the both of you do?
ah, simple. the cabinet above the sink, to your right; a secret place past the condiments reveal a selection of your (and yoongi’s) favorites. yoongi’s a gentleman, opting for whatever you like and you’re taking out a bottle shape that is very familiar to yoongi’s eyes and it doesn’t take very long for him to know it’s his favorite you went for.
“didn’t know you like this,” he muses, accepting the shot you pour out for him and you chuckle, shaking your head as you settle between his legs, leaning back onto his chest with an idle grin, “you looked like you needed it more than me - that’s all. i still think vodka is better,”
“vodka’s shit,” he murmurs, downing the shot of rum and you huff, tapping his thigh pressing yours in as they stretch under the coffee table, “hey, don’t mock my selection of favor. i didn’t say anything about what you like,”
“fine, fine,” he sighs, albeit too dramatic but it gets you laughing. so it’s enough for him.
what’s not enough is the drinks. so you pour him another, and another, and another. he pours you a few, intervals between his shots and it’s a little over the count you usually go for that you’re tipsy, way past that and yoongi’s no different, either. somewhere past the fifth shot is when the words and frustrations start to fly out. music’s not going smoothly with him, work isn’t exactly dandy for you either.
as much as yoongi would love to indulge for more, he sees how you’re already giggling and it’s contagious because he starts laughing. he peels the shot glass from your hands, clinking it onto the table as steady as possible before he allows you move from between his lap. you don’t get too far; a couple of crawls and you’re oofed on the floor that he laughs, head tossed back, hand motioning you over when you whine.
past a small hiccup, yoongi drags himself over to you. luckily it’s a short distance that yoongi’s able to lay by your side, deciding to just be here than make a team effort to the bedroom. you’re twice as gorgeous past the blurry vision yoongi has and let’s just say the alcohol drives your desire to hook a leg over yoongi’s legs. he smirks, hand already dragging up your thigh to pull you closer and that’s when he kisses you.
the taste burning on your tongue, similar to the ones down your throat but nothing compares to the feeling of his lips molding yours into a smile. there’s teeth, there’s teasing, a hint of a need to get frisky but tiredness overwhelms the pair of you after a passing moment. parting to get a breather, yoongi can only smile as he pushes your hair back, smoothening your leg down to tangle with his before his arms come around you, dragging the rug along the process to get you closer.
as you snuggle against his chest with your arms wrapping around his torso, yoongi asks an irrelevant question: “we gonna sleep here?”
“i’m not walking,” you murmur, squeezing him and he relents, resting his chin atop of your head, “sounds good to me.”
Democrats are complaining that Trump is gonna get most of his cabinet through with a 50 vote majority but say jack shit about how Harry Reid changed senate procedure from requiring 60 votes to a simple majority to confirm cabinet members so Democrats could ram through Obama’s cabinet appointees??? The only people Democrats have to thank for Trump’s cabinet being approved without a filibuster is themselves.
Arthur caught sight of him and stopped. They both silently looked at one another from across the vent shaft, stopping in their attempts to crawl through in. Was he trying to break out? Did he think the same of Arthur? Arthur scanned his eyes over his figure then realized he wasn’t wearing any of the prison clothing. He wore a black suit and was bigger in build than Arthur, he could tell from how much of the vent he took up. It was hot and stuffy and honestly Arthur was beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic. If there had been any better way than this he would have gone for it but as it was…