sorry about not publishing this earlier

Soulmate.

So I know it´s later than usual but I was out with friends tonight so I didn´t have time to publish earlier. This is just some fluffy Cas AU because I missed writing Cas and I needed some true happy stuff.
Please send in more Cas requests so I can work on getting more stuff about him online.

Imagine being Castiel´s soulmate 

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: super, duper, mega fluffy. soulmate!AU (Also I´m seriously so tired I can´t even see straight so if there are mistakes, I´m awfully sorry)

Length: 1808 Words

Originally posted by animarecrafter

Enjoy!

The night before a battle was always something that fascinated you.
You had lived trough thousands of those nights with the Winchesters, but of course they had somehow changed during the last years.
At first it had been just minor fights, like when you knew you were going to take a vamp nest down the next day or when it was time to approach the werewolf you had been hunting the past couple days.
But now, in the middle of the friggin apocalypse, things were different. Those nights were more intense, felt more final and somehow everyone approached them differently.
Dean would usually drink. You knew that it was a bad habit, but you couldn´t blame the man, it wasn´t as if there was much else to do.
Sam for example would read, try to find something that would help you the next day, even though he probably knew that it was in vane.
Bobby was pretty much the combination of the boys: He drank and did research at the same time.
You on the other hand would just sit somewhere, stare into the sky and think about life and what it meant to you.
Castiel was mostly gone, doing who knows what who knows where.
You had only known the angel for a little over a year, but still he somehow had managed to get into your heart and feel like a huge part of you.
It was weird, because you usually had pretty heavy trust issues and it took years for someone to settle down in your life and with him, it just felt as if you had known him forever, as if he were a part of you in a weird way.
A semi-cool breeze blew around you and you looked up into the trees to see the leaves rustle in the tree.
You had always enjoyed the sound of that as a kid and a small smile appeared on your face, when you thought about the times you had played outside in the backyard, pretending to have someone who would run around with you.
Suddenly you felt a little cold, despite the fact that the May day was rather warm and you pulled the leather jacket that was draped loosely around your shoulder closer in order to keep you warm.
For a second you thought about going back inside, but you weren´t ready to talk to any of the others just yet and you enjoyed the feeling of being outside way too much.
This could might as well be your last day on earth, who knew?
You sat in silence for another ten minutes or so, when you suddenly heard a fluttering sound beside you and turned your head to look at the angel who had appeared beside you.
“Cas”, you said and smiled lightly.
He attempted a weak smile back and even though it looked forced and a little wryly, you knew that he tried to be nice.
“You are never startled by my appearance”, he sated matter of factly and looked back at the trees before you shrugged: “Maybe it´s because I always hear the sound of your wings.”
He didn´t answer to your statement and you half figured that he had left already again but when you looked back, he was still standing there.
“Do you wanna sit down? It´s nice out here”, you offered, completely forgetting about the fact that you had wanted to be alone just minutes ago.
He hesitate but obviously figured it was the right thing to do, so awkwardly sat down beside you on the steps of the porch.
His knee was touching yours and somehow that little touch felt so intense you shifted a bit to avoid it.
“So”, you started and looked into his cold blue eyes, “are you ready to kill the devil?”
The angel didn´t move, not even shook his head, but his voice was full of doubt: “I still think the idea of killing the devil is ridiculous and reckless. But Dean seems to be certain we can do this, so I believe him.”
You chuckled a little: “Who would have known that an angel would once put all his trust into Dean Winchester?”
Cas tilted his head a bit: “What do you mean? Do you think I shouldn´t trust Dean?”
Of course he wasn´t getting the irony and you even kept yourself from rolling your eyes when you said: “No, of course you should trust Dean. Believe me, the crazy plans of that man have saved our asses so many times by now that I lost count.”
Obviously he figured that there was nothing to add because he looked away from you and up into the trees and you followed his lead.
Sitting here in silence with Cas, was really nice. You felt protected for some reason and yet you felt incredibly independent.
“I like it so much to hear the wind blow trough the trees”, you whispered, not sure why you were giving him this useless piece of information, but he immediately responded:
“Yes, I enjoy that too. I really enjoy earth in general. If the planet isn´t just threatened to be blown away, it´s actually a nice place.”
You laughed: “Yeah, that´s a way to put it.”
When you looked at him, he was still looking up and you felt somewhat excited and yet awfully calm, the two features that typically went together at one of those nights.
But there was one other feeling too, one that you had never felt before at such an occasion and it somehow made you uneasy because it was so unfamiliar:
The feeling of being completed.
It was as if a connection radiated between you and the angel and then it hit you that this really wasn´t the first time you felt this.
In fact you had felt it lots of times in the last year, always when Cas was near you.
He just had never been so close to you for such a long time and maybe that was why it took you so long to figure this out.
Of course one could probably figure that it was some kind of weird crush, but it felt rather physical than emotional, even though you also felt an psychological bond towards the angel.
You must have stared at him for a long time now, because he suddenly turned his attention away from the trees and focused completely on you:
“You are feeling it too, right?”
Totally taken aback, you opened your eyes widely: “What?”
He sighed: “I always thought that I was imagining it but apparently it´s true.”
His cryptic talk was starting to irritate you and you frowned: “Could you please stop talking in riddles and tell me what you are talking about?”
His eyes sparkled in a weird way and you knew that whatever was about to come was pretty intense but you didn´t care, because you somehow suddenly died to know.
There was silence for another minute, before he started talking: “Somehow, I really have no idea how this could have possibly happened, we are bonded. I never came close enough to you to prove the theory and I also never could figure out if it was really a bond or if…”
He stopped and you sensed this was important: “Or if what?”
Suddenly he faced away from you again: :”Well, it could only be a real bond if you could feel it too. And I was never sure if you did, so I figured that it might as well be my absurd feelings for you.”
Your heart was beating really fast and your hand somehow searched for his without you even really telling it to.

He didn´t pull away when you found it, he just let you touch him but still faced away: “But when I noticed you looking at me with this stunned look in your eyes I knew that you could feel it too.”
You nodded, even though he could probably not see that.
“This is really … strange”, you stated, not sure what else to say, this was new territory for you and you had no idea how to approach it.
That was when he looked at you again: “It really is. Usually angels bond with each other like this. Not with humans.”
This information was completely new for you and you frowned: “So you do know what this bond usually means?”
He nodded but remained silent and you sighed: “Would you mind telling me?”
As if that had never occurred to him, he looked at the ground and somehow took the hand you had placed on his and interlaced your fingers:
“Usually it means that the angels are soulmates.”
The news should have shocked you, but they didn´t. It just felt like something that had to be said.
“So, do you think we are soulmates?”, you whispered and you were sure you saw him blush a little: “Well, there´s one way we´ll know for sure. At least it works with other angels.”
You nodded eagerly: “What is it?”
He smiled shyly: “We could kiss each other. If you are my true soulmate, a bit of my grace will go over into your body and usually you would give me a bit of yours, but since you don´t have a grace, you obviously have nothing to loose.”
This was his attempt of make the situation easier with a joke, and somehow it worked because you could feel yourself smiling: “Then do it.”
His eyes grew wide: “You really want me to do that? There´s no way of going back if my grace really rubs of on you, we´re bond forever.”
And just because this revelation didn´t shock you at all, you knew that you wouldn´t regret kissing Cas right now.
“Do it!”, you whispered and he immediately leaned in, placing the most perfect kiss on your lips. It was soft and he tasted like coffee, which you didn´t even know he drank.
And then the nice warm feeling turned into something intense, something real strong and powerful and yet not painful in any way.
You parted and you whispered: “It´s happening.”
He smiled: “I know, it´s happening to me too.”
And then you felt it, the way something closed around your heart. It felt perfect and you knew it was Cas´ grace.
“I have a bit of your grace”, you said, totally stunned and he still smiled: “And I have a bit of your soul. I hope you don´t mind.”
You smiled back: “Of course I don´t. Where would it be safer than with my soulmate.”
You leaned back in and kissed him again, this time just because you wanted to and because you knew he did too.
“We are going to win”, he said confidently after the second most perfect kiss in the world and you grinned: “I know.”

about slowed activity..

[recently i’ve been preoccupied as shit with schoolwork and have been putting off this blog for days at a time without any warning or mention. i apologize for that. im going to show less activity indefinitely, but most likely until around the end of the school year (hopefully much earlier). until then, ill post a reply or a drabble for the most recent ask meme every few days. thank you for your patience.]

anonymous asked:

*whispers* I don't know if you're still going to be writing minifics but would you consider 33. Shouto x Deku?

I AM!! Sorry, I have like 40 drafts in my inbox and I publish one every couple days.  But yeh! I’m always taking requests :D feel free to send as many as you want and I’ll get to it as soon as I can. or keep bothering me about one you sent in earlier and i’ll probably reach it faster…

33. “wait what did you just say you love me?”
        — send me a pairing and a prompt and I’ll write a minific!

His heart is pounding in his ears, an unsteady, wavering thump thump thump thump thump that’s making it hard to gather his thoughts. 

He can’t even seem to focus on Todoroki’s face, his gaze trying to escape every time he comes close to meeting the other boy’s eyes. Anything but those eyes. 

“You said it first. Should I not have said it?”  

“N-no! That’s not—” The word tugs itself from his lips and he almost immediately regrets it, because the way Todoroki smiles in relief makes a whole flash of heat creep up Izuku’s skin, making his collar feel tight and his knees start to give. 

“It’s okay?” he asks, and Izuku fumbles his response so badly, he ends up just nodding his head so hard he gets dizzy, leaning against the wall behind him and as far away from Todoroki as he can. 

“Ju-just give me a second—”

Breathe, he tries to remind himself, because the over stimulation of the heart will only have adverse affects and his head is getting all woozy. He presses a hand against his chest, wiping away sweat with his sleeve, and trying to run down his usual list of calming thoughts (used generally for battles and difficult situations, but desperate times call for desperate measures). 

  1. He has to live up to All Might’s legacy. 
  2. He can’t lose to Kacchan. 
  3. He wants to make his mom proud. 
  4. He’s a professional hero. It’s his duty. 
  5. If he succeeds, Todoroki might give him that small smile and tell him “welcome back, Midoriya”—

“T-T-Todo-Todoro–um. Nevermind. Um, I’m not…that good and I’m clumsy and I can’t keep up with you. And I’m not…” To his credit, he starts out strong. But then he makes the mistake of meeting Todoroki’s eyes again and he feels like he just got knocked off his feet. His knees finally give out, and he finds himself sliding down to land on his butt, face so hot he wonders if snow will steam when it touches his skin. 

Are you lying? he wants to ask, but Todoroki doesn’t lie. Wouldn’t lie. He wouldn’t be cruel, 

“Midoriya?” 

“Y-yup! I’m fine!” But his voice cracks unconvincingly and he buries his face in his arms. “I’m just…confused.” 

“About?” 

“You don’t—you didn’t even think about it—”

“I know what I know.” 

“Ngh. Why are you so…”

“So?” 

“…Certain.” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“I-I know I am—! B-but I was just being se-selfish and—”

The other man frowns. "Are you taking it back?” 

He jerks his head up, horrified. “N-no! Definitely not!” 

Todoroki sinks to his knees, crouching in front of Izuku’s crumpled form. His expression is hard to read, hair falling in his eyes. “Then trust me.” 

Izuku groans, burying his face in his hands again. His heart is hammering, or fluttering is the better word maybe, going so fast it sounds like a hum. 

“Midoriya? Are you okay?” His voice gets softer. “Do you not believe me?” 

“I do,” he mumbles, behind his hands. “I just—” He stifles another groan, stiffening up when Todoroki rests a hand on his shoulder. “Is it okay to be this happy, Todoroki-kun?” 

He hears a soft sound and when he looks up, the other man is stifling a laugh behind his hand. 

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks anxiously.

“No,” he smiles, “I was just wondering the same.” 

hibiscus-hemorrhage  asked:

Forgot to add: I've been referring to myself as agender or NB mostly because I'm unsure, but it's a "tumblr gender" so it's not taken seriously. Which I understand based on current political stuff. But still.

Since I’ve now got permission to publish (sorry about the earlier slip-up), I’ll just go with this post to keep things simple (and in case you’d rather not have many people hearing the whole story):

I wouldn’t consider agender and non-binary to be “tumblr genders”.  They’ve actually been around for much longer (I know I had heard of them prior to tumblr, same with asexuality).  Unfortunately, they’ve been abused as terms to the point where people such as yourself find it harder to be taken seriously.  This is a hard concept to get through to these teens that are so eager to create superfluous labels for attention and popularity points.

As I’ve said before, your brain is who you really are: Everything else can be changed and rearranged in order to match (as much as possible, anyway).  Non-binary is indeed the correct term for your situation, as you don’t feel connected to any gender, and dislike sex-linked traits.  GLAAD has a site explaining the various terminologies here.

I did find a resource for guiding medical professionals in providing care for non-binary patients here, which may provide insight on how to interact with your doctor so that your visits are meaningful and mutually understanding.  There’s also Nonbinary.org, and this list which provides further info (some very interesting glimpses into terminology from around the world), and book recommendations on the subject.  Sadly, there don’t seem to be as many resources that are nation-wide as there are for specific states and campuses.

I would definitely think of it as a form of dysphoria by definition.  Unfortunately, I don’t have any personal experience with this, so it’s hard for me to say much more than what I already have.  If there are LGBT resource centers in your area, they may be able to hook you up with doctors that have experience with non-binary patients, and can help you work through your feelings, and fully understand who you are as a person.

I hope this helps!

When I was looking for all the times Monster is used in Part & Parcel for this edit, I found myself curious about it’s usage in other books which lead my to stumble across this passage in Crash & Burn:

Nick fought the urge to turn away from her. He had taken this woman’s husband, and now he was standing in her home, pretending to be someone who intended to help. Still, he couldn’t manage more than passing guilt. Don’t marry a monster, and you won’t be as likely to become a widow.

 - Abigail Roux. Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9) (Kindle Locations 2016-2018). Riptide Publishing.

Now this isn’t so much about Nick being a monster but it did remind me of this bit earlier in Crash & Burn 

“Why wouldn’t you say anything? Why would you let me think …”

Kelly’s words were like sandpaper against Nick’s conscience. He stayed silent, unable to raise his head.

“You didn’t say anything because you knew he was coming for you,” Kelly realized. “You figured why marry me if you’re just going to disappear and die on me.”

“I’m sorry,” Nick said without looking up.

 - Abigail Roux. Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9) (Kindle Locations 1518-1521). Riptide Publishing.

It’s sort of the same sentiment. Nick didn’t want to marry Kelly because he didn’t want Kelly to marry a monster.