A/N: Alrighty @wordstrings Lee!!! I am your Secret Santa and I am so very honored and happy to write for you, and also a little terrified not gonna lie, and I hope you love this! Merry Christmas!!!!
Castiel Novak had been out of hell for close to a year now and it seemed as if he was just starting to feel normal again. His big brothers, Gabriel and Balthazar, and his big sister, Anna, had gone above and beyond to make Castiel comfortable, and most importantly, safe. Castiel still jumped when dogs barked, he still slept with two extra blankets, and he still couldn’t bring himself to listen to Stairway to Heaven. But, Castiel is able to sleep in a room by himself now, he is able to cook over an open flame, and he is able to laugh once more.
Of course, his “guardian angel” had something to do with that, along with his siblings. Deaniel was the one who rescued him from hell. Although the angel had put it, “I’m the one who grabbed your short ass outta hell and put it back together.”
Castiel couldn’t help the fond smile that graced his lips as he thought about the mischievous angel. He wasn’t what Cas had expected that was for sure. He sauntered into that barn and then laughed when Cas had stabbed him. He was munching on a cheeseburger as he explained everything that had transpired the day Castiel clawed his way out of his own freaking coffin.
“Cas!” His brother Gabriel called from the kitchen in the tiny house they were all renting. “Dinner’s ready!”
Cas reluctantly pulled himself away from his book, Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle, and padded his way to the kitchen.
“Bout’ time Cassie!” Gabriel greeted as he piled spaghetti on plates for everyone. Anna and Balthazar were grabbing drinks for everyone and Castiel was prepared for a nice family dinner when a rush of wings sounded and suddenly Dean was sitting where Cas was just about to sit.
“You know, this stuff is better from Italy.” Dean stated as he took a big bite from Castiel’s plate.
“You know, it’s rude to show up unannounced.” Balthazar retorted.
“Oh hush,” Anna scolded. “You know you’re always welcome here Dean.”
Dean sent her a wink and Cas groaned, Deaniel was incorrigible.
“What brings you here feathers?” Gabriel asked.
Dean shrugged. “Bored. Sammy’s busy with heaven stuff.”
‘Sammy’ was Dean’s little brother, if angels even thought about each other like that, and the two of them were very close. It was Samuel who helped Deaniel with rescuing Cas, it was Samuel who has been by Deaniel’s side (and in extension Castiel’s side) throughout the past year, and it was Samuel who wanted to help Deaniel with saving earth.
“Well, I’m hungry so if you would please move.” Castiel motioned for Dean to leave.
Dean rolled his eyes and moved from the table, but not before grabbing another bite of Cas’ dinner.
“Do you even taste what you’re eating? I thought Sam said all you angels taste is molecules?” Gabriel questioned.
“I can taste all food, it takes a while to get past the ‘molecule’ part, but I’ve been doing it for like, ten thousand years so I’m good.”
Castiel shook his head with a small smile.
“What?” Dean asked, looking confused.
“You say ‘ten thousand years’ like it’s nothing.” Castiel replied.
“Well, to an awesome sentient being such as I, ten thousand year is nothing.” Dean replied haughtily.
Gabriel and Balthazar both snorted. Anna chastised them while Dean flipped them off.
“Any news on seals?” Anna asked.
“Nope.” Dean replied, popping his lips on the p. “Alls quiet on the western front. Although Sammy seems to think that there might be one in Egypt. That’s what he’s working on right now.”
“Egypt?” Gabriel repeated.
“Yeah, you know, sandy place with huge pyramids and what not?” Dean snarked.
“Yeah, I’m aware of what Egypt is asshat.” Gabriel retorted.
“Can we go ten minutes without snarking at one another?” Cas asked.
“No.” Deaniel, Gabriel, and Balthazar answered simultaneously.
Cas sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Where’s the fun in not being snarky?” Balthazar asked. “It’s a part of who we are Cassie, you wouldn’t want us to change would you?”
“Being nicer to one another isn’t a hardship.” Cas replied dryly.
“It is for me.” Gabriel muttered.
Castiel scowled at him and then squeaked when he felt a poke at his side.
“Now, now, no scowling at the dinner table.” Balthazar chastised as he withdraw his hand. Anna was grinning now, fond and bright. Castiel was grateful to see her smile since it seemed to happen less and less often the closer the six of them got to completing the seals. However, Castiel was less grateful when her smile was in response to his ridiculous weakness that was provoked by the other men in the room.
“Don’t.” Cas warned, trying his hardest to keep the grin off of his own face.
“Then don’t scowl.” Gabriel responded, reaching out and poking Cas’ other side.
“Gabriel!” Cas scolded, flinching violently.
“Oh we haven’t played this game in while!” Dean crowed. “Let me assist you dear humans.”
“Dean! NO!” Castiel cried, but it was too late. The youngest Novak could feel the invisible tendrils of tickling torture start to crawl up his body and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Dehehean!” Cas started squirming in his seat, twisting and turning as he helplessly grinned with giggles already pouring out of his mouth.
“You know, if you weren’t such a scowly grump, I wouldn’t have to do this quite so often.” Dean replied casually.
“You suhuhuhuhuhuck!” Cas retorted, trying to move out of his chair.
“I am so glad we showed you this,” said Gabriel. “This is the one thing you’re good for.”
Dean smirked at Gabriel before snapping his fingers and sending a ticklish jolt through the mouthy older brother.
“Hey!” Gabriel squawked. “Let’s concentrate on Cas here!”
Dean rolled his eyes before sending a wave of ticklish energy across Castiel’s stomach, relishing in the peal of laughter it produced. Cas slid to the ground and curled in on himself.
“Oh Cas, you are so adorable sometimes.” Anna giggled from her seat.
“Stahahahahap! PLEASE!” Cas screeched as Balthazar and Gabriel kneeled next to where he lay and started squeezing at his thighs.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Cas was squirming as much as he could, trying to push away at his older brother’s hands as well at the invisible ones attacking his stomach.
“Ready to stop being such a grump?” Balthazar asked.
“I WAHAHAHASN’T BEING AHAHAHAHA GRUHUHUHUMP!” Cas defended. The denial earned him a vicious attack on his ribs.
“OKAHAHAHAY! I WOHOHOHON’T BE A GRUHUHUHUHUMP!”
“Promise?” Dean asked, moving the tickling to his knees next.
Balthazar and Gabe stopped their attack and Dean let the tickle-filled grace slowly cease.
Castiel lay panting on the ground, his hair mussed and a helpless grin on his face. He slowly sat up and attempted to fix his hair and clothes with as much dignity as he could muster before flipping off the entire room.
“I hope you all know that Samuel will be here soon.” Castiel told them all.
“Why would he be here?” Dean asked. “Sammy’s not your angel, I am.”
Castiel felt his face burn at the affection in Dean’s voice. He shook his head and allowed his own smirk to fill his face.
“He may not be my specific angel, but he still hears my prayers.”
A rustle of wings were heard and in the middle of the kitchen stood Samuel, his wings displayed in all their russet-feathery glory, cracking his knuckles he grinned.
“Dean isn’t the only one who knows about tickling.” Sam stated.
“Shit.” Dean cursed as he quickly fled in a rush of his own wings, leaving the rest of the Novak’s to their doom.
Can you do an imagine were you meet Evan on set of the newest movie XMEN APOCALYPSE. You guys become really close, always hanging out on set and outside of set, fool around and do what friends do. Since you guys always post pictures on Instagram together and the paps get pics people start to rumor you like each other or dating. Evan one day finally asks you out. Can you make this imagine kinda long. Thanks have fun making this:)
“Right this way Y/N” The director said as he led you into the
set of the next movie you were starring in, “I know you haven’t met any of the
cast yet but we’re all a very tight knit bunch so I’m sure you’ll fit in well
As he walked you into the set you found yourself surrounded
by trailers with actors coming out of every corner you could see. As he walked
you to your tent you couldn’t help but get distracted by the view of everything
and it was very easy for you to not watch where you were walking and that’s how
you bumped into him.
“Ouch.” The man said and you had been paying so little
attention that you thought you had run into the director until you looked up a
saw a very handsome young man standing in front of you.
“I’m so sorry.” you quickly apologized, “I wasn’t even watching
where I was going are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” he smirked, “My name’s Evan, sorry we had to
meet like this but still, better now than never.”
“My name’s Y/N.” you said and he smirked.
“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he said and you smirked back
at him, “Well I think we are both due in the makeup tent so how about I show
you where it is.”
Evan led you to the caravan where the makeup was done and you
two talked the entire time your makeup was getting done which was a while
considering you two were playing super heroes. Once they were done you two
walked to the filming area together and had every scene for that day together. It
was like it was meant to be. You hit it off with so many other actors that day
but there was just something about Evan that made him stand out from the others
and you just knew that you two were going to be great friends.
“So what made you want to join XMEN?” Evan asked as you two
sat across the table from each other at a small café just walking distance from
“I wanted to try something different. The series is great and
I thought it would be the perfect place to change up my acting career a bit.” You
said and realized the way he smiled when you talked as you blushed.
Time was getting on and you two decided to walk back to set
so you’re not late for filming which would probably go on all night. As you
left the café you were blinded by the lights from cameras of the paparazzi that
you hadn’t even realized were waiting for you two. Out of protectiveness Evan
reached out and grabbed your hand as you two started walking in the direction
of the set and that small action drove the paparazzi crazy.
“Evan are you and Y/N dating?” one press member called out as
they all started to run after us asking the same question over and over again
as we hurried back to set and the security guards stopped the press from pursuing
us once we got there.
“That was weird. I’m not used to stuff like that.” You admitted
and he nodded his head.
“You never get used to it.” He says and you realize how
unhappy he is when he talks about the press so I quickly change the subject as
we go to film some of our scenes. By the time we finish its 9am and we are all
incredibly tired but the producer pulls us over before we all leave.
“We have a magazine reporter coming to do an interview with
the entire cast tomorrow so make sure to be here on time.” He says and we all
nod before exiting.
“I’m here with Y/N and Evan Peters from the upcoming XMEN
Apocalypse to have a quick discussion about the new film.” The interviewer says
to you two as you sit side by side with cameras in your faces answering
questions until they started to get personal.
“So you two have been getting very close lately, can you
confirm any of the dating rumors?” she asks as you two both grow increasingly
“Is it that hard to be friends without people thinking we’re
dating?” Evan says and you put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down. After
a few more questions the interviewer dismisses you two and you both walk out
slightly regretting agreeing to the interview.
There is no filming that night and as everything wraps up you
feel Evan wrap an arm around your waist.
“Wanna go do something fun?” he asks and you nod smiling when
you notice people staring at you two. You two had grown so close that even most
of the cast and crew assumed you were dating as well.
You and Evan go to the parking lot as you both get into his
car and he drives until you reach a small ice cream store and you both go and
order. You get your ice creams and go across the road to walk through the park that’s
adjacent the stores. As the two of you walk you feel like you’re being watched
and turn to see a few men with cameras standing on the other side of the road
and point them out to Evan as you both start walking a little faster. Before long
you forget that the paparazzi are even there as you walk along goofing off and
stop to take a few pictures for Instagram.
You both captured the picture ‘a great day with my favourite
person.’ And within a few seconds they were exploding with comments of people
asking if you were dating. You two kept reading the comments and laughing as you walked back to where Evan was staying whilst you two were filming the movie. You had all
rented tiny apartments and houses instead of staying in hotels for four months
and yours was only a few doors down from his so you two had been spending even more
time with each other because of that fact.
The days went on and all you and Evan did was film and spend
time together and the rumors were only getting more intense. From magazines to
fans you two met in the street all anybody could ask you two was if you were
dating even though the answer was always no.
There was only two weeks left in the filming off Apocalypse
and everybody was beyond tired from working so hard but you and Evan always
found time in every day for each other. Your most common activity was to watch
movies in his rented house after filming. No matter how late it was you two
would choose a movie and curl up on the couch together with a blanket and chat
about anything and everything.
Today was the first day in two months that you two didn’t have
any filming as you weren’t in the scenes so you decided to have a movie
marathon and play some board games.
“Winner picks the next movie.” Evan suggests and you agree
warily as you aren’t the best at board games.
Sure enough Evan successfully wins three rounds of random
board games and you two watch some of his favourite movies until it gets to the
next game and you successfully whoop his ass at scrabble.
“See I can win.” You joke poking your tongue out at him and
he just laughs, “Now we get to watch a movie I like.”
“Come on you definitely liked the Terminator.” He defends and
you nod that you did in fact like that movie. You scroll through Netflix until
you find one of your favourite movies, 50 First Dates.
Halfway through the movie, Evan wraps an arm around your
shoulder. Whilst this isn’t an irregular occurrence this time is make your
stomach do flips. You shyly look up at him to find his eyes already on you. Slowly
he starts to lean closer and when your noses are barely touching he stops.
“You know um… how we’re almost finished with the movie, well
uh… what would you say about going with me to the premiere.” He says his voice
becoming shakier with nerves every word.
“Like on a date?” You ask blushing and he nods timidly,
almost as if he’s scared that you’re going to walk out the door. “Of course I’d
“Really?” He asks and you nod smiling as he starts to become noticeably
calmer, “Then what would you say about going on a proper date with me tomorrow
“I would love that.” You say and he smiles wider than you’ve seen
him smile in the four months that you’ve known him as he leans closer and this
time before he can stop, you close the gap between you as you kiss the man who
is now your beautiful boyfriend for the first time.
Hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it I had so much fun thank you so much to the person who came up with this concept and remember that my requests are always open if you have something you want me to write :)
I migrated to Australia from Malaysia many years ago back when I was around 6 years old. My family made the decision to move here initially temporarily for my mother to complete her PhD however we fell in love with Perth and decided to make it our forever home. The first couple of months here we stayed at my sister’s friend’s house (whom she had met through an online Jay Chou fan forum lmao). The first house we rented was a tiny 3 bedroom house on a big main street with brown brick walls which we furnished with whatever we could find on our trips to the Sunday morning market. Our home was mismatched plates and mugs and inflatable barbie chairs and bright green dining chairs and we loved it.
I remember rehearsing lines in the car on the way to my first day of school, reminding myself that the word ‘light’ had several meanings and drilling into my head that I mustn’t slip up because I wanted to fit in. I hated the fact that I had an accent and that I didn’t sound like the other kids in my class. I was embarrassed of my identity before I even gave myself the chance to explore it myself. I remember feeling so ashamed at lunch when my friends pulled out their perfectly cut sandwiches with no crusts, smothered in a slick of jam and peanut butter whilst I nervously tried to keep my container of noodles in my bag and eat them without people noticing. Leftovers of the dinner I happily devoured the night before within the comforting walls of home.
These micro elements of my first memories in Australia formed the roots of the struggle I’d face with my cultural identity – a battle I’d carry through till my final years of high school. As I struggled through my first few years in this new school with an overly eager smile and a burning desire to find my place, I came across the phrase “you’re pretty for an Asian” constantly in the midst of bending over backwards to fit in. Back then, I giggled in response and nervously thanked people for the backhanded compliment because I did not know better – it always did feel uncomfortable receiving a comment like that however I never realized why it was wrong let alone why my feelings were justified. The notion of separating and sorting is a simple human tendency, we group things together to make it easier for us to wrap our heads around it – but culture and ethnicity stand as its own and should not be used a basis to lay any prejudices on another person. “You’re pretty for an Asian” – is it necessary to include my race in there? Can’t an Asian woman be beautiful simply because she is beautiful and strong and just as worthy as any woman we stand hand in hand with? I wondered why being Asian immediately counted as a strike against my name or meant that I was instantly put into a specific pool of people, blocked off from the rest.
Standards of beauty seemed to lay so strongly embedded in the foundations of a Eurocentric viewpoint whereby anything that swayed from the norm was seem as negative. My nose is flat, my eyes are smaller, my hair and eyes are black but at least apparently I’m attractive GIVEN the fact that I am Asian? The comment needs to be called out for what it is – racist and offensive. As a 12 year old girl who grew up being constantly told that, I felt like I was constantly working against my cultural roots and that my cultural identity and ethnicity were things to be ashamed of. In fact, the first and only time I was ever taken out of class was because I yelled at a boy in music class who made fun of me for having dark hair above my lip in primary school. “moustache girl, moustache girl, moustache girl”. Although my collectivist culture pushes me to bite my tongue a lot of the time and learn to shrug things off – this issue is not something I am willing to let slide.
Yes I am an Asian woman. Yes, my eyes may be smaller and they may not be piercing shades of blue, green and hazel AND I have dark hair on places other than just my head – I am no less of a woman and I refuse to be pushed aside. I am not a fetish and I definitely do not live to fit into anyone’s mould of what they think an Asian should be. Oh and next time I bring noodles for lunch I’ll make sure to heat it up and bless the people around me with the aroma of my sweet dad’s cooking because it is bomb.
Catherine and I rented a big ol’ truck to move the tiny
house. A one-ton Ford super duty, dually. The rental fee was steep, but a lot
cheaper than owning and maintain such a large vehicle. If you only plan to move
once a year or so, renting is far cheaper.
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Everyone likes to write Bethyl diner AUs where Beth is the waitress and Daryl the customer, but this made me think about one where they both work at the same diner.
Daryl is the quiet and sometimes gruff fry cook. He’s been working there for years now. It was supposed to be just a few weeks after he and Merle rolled into town, but then the deal Merle was there for went bad. His brother ended up in jail, and Daryl decided to just stay on there working as the cook, making enough money to pay for the tiny space he was renting above some old lady’s house. (He knew she’d gotten a few side-eyes when she’d rented out her attic to someone as rough looking as him, but old Mrs Wilson was a sweet lady, and he made sure to help her out however he could; mowing the lawn in the summer, changing light-bulbs, picking up groceries when the weather made her knees bad.)
It was a nice gig, all in all, and a nice little town, even if people did gossip a bit too much. It was all just easy… and then sweet little Beth Greene showed up to take on the open waitress position, and things weren’t so easy anymore. Not in a bad way… well, technically anyway, he’d suppose that accidentally burning a burger here and there because he’d gotten distracted watching her was probably not the best thing. The most surprising part was how sweet she was. All the other waitresses knew just enough about him to know he wouldn’t make a grab at them, and they otherwise avoided him, but now her. Beth was always chatting away at him when she had the chance, telling him stories about her family, or the new little apartment she’s renting with her friend, or how she’s taking classes part-time.
Good morning my friends! Today I’d like to invite you to think about Feuilly planting a tiny tiny little garden in back of the house he and Enjolras are renting. And stopping with his bare feet buried in the dirt to just close his eyes and breathe deeply in the cool early evening. He doesn’t have a lot there, just a handful of tomato plants and a hill of squash and a little raspberry bush (it won’t produce fruit for another two years, but–for once in his life, Feuilly is here for the long term).
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