#supernovastiel

[helthwyzer]

Just wondering if anyone knows if the user supernovastiel remade or something? They were one of my favorite blogs and I'm sad ah

[cardiamachina]

your poetry is so frigging lovely!!! whenever i see it on my dash it makes me want to write something

I AM SUPER GLAD YOU FEEL THIS WAY!! <3 <3 <3 GO ON AND WRITE WRITE WRITE AND TAG ME IF YOU WANT!!

[achillestiel]

I am the street where you smiled, hands entwined The song you played late at night as he drifted off to sleep The words that made you happy for a moment in time. I am that bitter nostalgia And darling I will destroy you.

A silent reminder that still burns // (c.f)

[flightlesscas]

supernovastiel replied to your post: but in good news, my dissertation supe...

Oh my gosh congrats!!!! that’s amazing

Thank you!!

[achillestiel]

“I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…” au // Pre-serum!Steve and ‘Why do I have a huge crush on such a punkass little shit?’!Bucky

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Bucky had heard some really lame reasons for cancelling a date but this one really was the worst.

“Wait…Steve you’re where?” He asked, holding his crappy cell phone to his ear to hear Steve properly. “Stevie I can’t hear shit, what did you say.”

“The emergency room Buck, I’m in the emergency room.” He heard Steve say, the service dropping out but he still got the gist of it.

“What the hell Stevie? Which one?”

“Beth Israel, I’m fine I just-”

“I’ll be there in ten.” Bucky said quickly, already racing over to the nearest subway station.

“Buck? Buck no, there’s no reason-” Bucky hung up the phone before Steve could complain too much.

“Buck? Buck no, there’s no reason for you to…Buck? Bucky are you still there?” Steve asked moving his phone away from his ear to see that Bucky had ended the call. “Jerk.” Steve muttered grumpily. He shoved his phone back into his pocket for approximately five seconds before grabbing it again and hitting speed dial for Bucky’s number.

“The ER Stevie? Seriously?” Bucky said as soon as he picked up. “You couldn’t keep yourself outta trouble for just one evening? I had this whole stupid thing planned out and you’ve gone and screwed it up. You’re a pain in my ass Rogers, a freaking pain in my ass.” Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky’s tirade but didn’t fight his smile. Somehow Buck always made him smile through anything.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth Barnes?” Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well I ain’t gonna be kissing you if you’re freaking hurt Rogers, the ER…you’re damn lucky that I ain’t far from you.”

“You’re actually coming here? You don’t have to Buck.”        

“Yeah I do, this is the only night I get off this week and I’m spending it with you, you punk.” Steve smiled at Bucky’s rant and couldn’t even be bothered to put up a fight. “I’ll be there soon Stevie.” Bucky said before hanging up yet again. 

They hadn’t always been like this. Once they’d just been friends, best friend really, then something just changed. Somehow, and Steve still wasn’t sure how it had happened, Bucky what others couldn’t see. He saw beyond the small frame, asthma and various other health issues. He saw Steve in the way Steve wanted to be seen. They’d toed around the idea of dating, both worried it would mess up their friendship, until Bucky took matters into his own hands and told Steve to ‘get your head outta your ass and go on a date with me Rogers’. Steve had agreed after rolling his eyes at Bucky’s fresh mouth.

“So what the hell did you do this time Rogers?” Bucky asked fifteen minutes later when he came stomping into the ER. “Shit Stevie, what happened to you?” Bucky asked when he looked down at Steve. Steve grimaced because things probably looked a lot worse than they were. Steve couldn’t help it, he bruised really easily.

“I got into a fight.” Steve said shrugging. “Really Buck, it’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? Stevie you’re in the emergency room. I’d call that a big deal.” Bucky grumbled as he threw his body into the nearest chair. “You’re a god-damn idiot Rogers.” He said loudly. A nearby woman with a toddler pursed her lips. “What?” Bucky asked, noticing the woman’s look. “I didn’t say a cuss, get off your high horse.”

“Buck.” Steve chastised but he still smiled; Bucky looked like such a trouble maker and had the mouth to prove it but really he wasn’t the ‘punk ass’ out of the pair of them. That crown was reserved for Steve ‘I don’t know when to shut my mouth and back away from a fight’ Rogers. 

“So…you wanna tell me what happened?” Bucky asked.

“It was just a stupid fight with some of the guys from the neighbourhood.”

“Jackasses. You just give me their names-”

“And you’ll end up with your ass in jail.” Steve pointed out. “It’ll be fine Buck, I’m tougher than I look.”

“No Stevie, you’re an asthmatic fine arts major who can barely tip the scale at a hundred pounds when soaking.” Bucky said with a snort as he gave Steve a joking punch on the arm. “Stay here, ok?”

“I’ve got tissue shoved up my nose Buck, I’m not going anywhere.” Steve said once again rolling his eyes. Bucky smirked then went strolling down the corridor. Damn, Steve was lucky to have Bucky sometimes.

A few minutes later Bucky came back holding two paper cups with several bags of chips and candy shoved in his jacket pockets. Steve looked at him questioningly as Bucky sat back down and handed him a cup of what smelt like hot chocolate.

“Well I had this whole dinner and a movie then a trip to the planetarium, planned out but you and your happy little fists screwed up that plan so…well this is dinner. We’re in a hospital so we’re gonna see a show then we can probably see some stars later on.”

“You were going to take me to the planetarium?” Steve asked. Bucky went red but nodded. Steve really couldn’t help it, he leant over and kissed Bucky on the cheek. “You’re a nerd Bucky Barnes.”

“Oh yeah? Well you’re a punk ass little shit Steve Rogers.” Bucky said before leaning over again and giving Steve another kiss on the cheek.  

[smallhorizons]

3, 15, 25 !!

Ahh, thanks for asking!!

3. Favorite angel?

If I take Cas out of the running (because Cas is my favorite Everything), I’m definitely gonna have to go with Anna! I thought she was really wonderful, and in many ways I saw her as a sort of guiding figure for Cas. She rebelled, and she was tortured back into subservience just as Cas was in 4.20. It makes me really, really confused that it’s so popular to write Anna as Cas’ younger sister in fics because like ... their relationship is SO older sister/younger sibling. Cas looks up to Anna in a lot of ways. And I wish that their relationship was explored more in fic. Anna deserved better. :(

15. What is the first episode that made you cry? (if any)

Honestly, it’s really hard for me to think of an answer to this. Dunno what the first was, but the episode that pops to mind is 9.03 lmao because I definitely cried during that, though not because the show was doing its job and making me feel super emotional. Can’t pinpoint a first episode that made me tear up, but it probably had to do with Dean and all his trauma, tbh.

25. What made you fall in love with Supernatural?

Dean Winchester, and the show’s universe. I don’t think I fell in love with Dean immediately, but it happened pretty fast, and them BAM, yikes, Dean Winchester is my precious traumatized child. And the universe of the show ... god, I just. I loved that there was a whole population of shit that goes bump in the night, and there was a secret society devoted to fighting it. I liked that it was messy and gory and scary. And when angels came into play, and it turned out they were bad guys, I was like SHIIIIIT!!!!!! I found that their interpretation of angels and their flaws and how fucked-up Heaven was, the fact that it really was just a flip side of Hell, was very unique & interesting. 

It’s the characters who really make this show for me, beyond just the supernatural universe it’s set in. I’m so emotionally invested in these characters - Cas and Dean and Sam, and Charlie and Kevin, and Bela and Anna and Ruby and and and and ??? 

I also fell in love with the potential of the show. I’m still in love with the potential of it, honestly, which is why I’m so fucking bitter over seasons 9 and 10 :(

[achillestiel]

I was tagged by the beautiful ghostran ages ago, wrote this, put it in my drafts to go over, then promptly lost said draft.

What is your favorite fic that you have written? 
It's a tie between Flaws Upon Your Wrists and Lead By Your Beating Heart. I have so much love for those fics for different reasons. I was in a bad place when writing Flaws. Cas' pain was my pain, his illness was (and still is) my illness and I was dealing with a shitty breakup, a dick of an ex and a messy time at home. I poured my heart and soul into that fic and you can kind of tell by how damn painful it is. 

LBYBH on the other hand was so different it started out as a small fic I wanted to write because of my love for cheesy medical dramas. It spawned into a sprawling 100k+ thing that actually helped me make friends. At times it was angsty, at times it was kind of smutty and some times it was even funny. It had a happy ending and I was sad when it finished.

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Too many. Far too many. I'd say at least 6. 5 will probably never be written. Do you prefer to write canon or AU? 
AU. Even when I try to write canon it ends up au. Is there a trope you haven’t tried that you really want to? 
Accidental Husbands is one I like but haven't ventured into yet and I've never really done the 'lets just screw then oops we fell in love' yet I love reading it. I always do slow burn. Love me some slow burn.

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever received? 
Write what you want when you want not because you have to. If it doesn't feel right then do t write because the words won't flow. If the inspiration hits at a random time then try to write, I always have something with I can write on like my phone (good ol' Notes - half my DCBB in 2013 was written on my iPhone) or my iPad or a good old notepad. If it's 2am and you want to write then write. In the bath? Write. On the bus? Write. In the gym? Write, but don't do it at 15% incline because shit in painful when you trip and the hot guy next to you will laugh.

If you pick one of your fics to be filmed, which one would it be? 
Flaws. I wrote that with so many scenes playing in my head like scenes from a film. The party scene and both confrontations in the bedrooms played out like film scenes in my head when writing them. I think it helped that I had so much music for that fic as well.

Who is your favorite character to write besides Castiel or Dean (or the members of your usual pairing)? 
Oh man this is so hard. I love writing for Anna, she's one of my favourite characters from the show. Do you use notes, worksheets, or outlines? 
I should but I don't. I'll plan some things out but the rest of the time it's a mess of writing.

Do you write from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? 
Out of order, I've tried to write from start to finish but it ends up out of order. The latter half of Flaws was written before the first part and in LBYBH I'd written the middle before the beginning. Actually Flaws had its ending before its beginning.

If you could write a sequel to any fic out there, not written by yourself, which fic would it be? 
I really don't know, I wouldn't write them but there are fics I wish had sequels or other parts to them.

Talk about a comment or review that made your day.
 There are several and most of them are for Flaws. They were the reviews where the reader like an emotional connection to Cas because they were suffering as well. Every time I read one of those reviews it makes me feel like my writing is doing something good.

I’m tagging casfallsinlove (I love Charlotte’s work), supernovastiel and trenchcoatandhalo

[achillestiel]

“hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you are my childs teacher” au aka ‘no one asked for this and I should be writing my dcbb instead’

Part 2 of 2

Cas wasn’t lying, his apartment was only a quick walk from the bar and Dean was damn grateful. He could feel his desire for the other man growing as soon as they left the bar. Maybe it was the mix of Cas, alcohol and lack of sex but as they waked Dean could practically hear his heart hammering against his chest. 

Cas let them into the building before gently pulling Dean in for a tender kiss that Dean wasn’t expecting at all. Slightly drunken make out? Yes. Tender kisses? Not so much. It took him aback but he melted into it and slowly wrapped himself around Cas. Did he care that he knew nothing about this man apart from his name, the fact that he was single and lived near the bar? No, not really. Dean needed to escape for the night and escape was what he was getting. 

“Not that this isn’t great but…well my neighbours are somewhat prudish. I doubt they would appreciate us continuing this in the lobby.” Cas said between kisses. 

“Oh? Why, what did you have in mind?”

“Something that would most definitely scandalise them.” Cas shot back. Wow, the guy really was throwing subtly away now. Dean grinned and let Cas lead him towards a flight of stairs. Barely a minute later they came to Cas’ apartment. Dean could have turned away, gone home to his daughter and not kiss a stranger but for one night he didn’t want to be the responsible father he’d forced himself to be over the past ten months, he wanted just wanted to be. 

As Cas opened the door Dean pressed against him and kissed him almost hungrily, barely giving Cas a chance to shut the door before he was unbuttoning the other man’s shirt. If Dean was doing this he was doing this right goddammit. 

“You wanna lead the way?” Dean asked, cocking his eyebrow suggestively. Cas looked at him with confusion for a moment before it clearly dawned on him what Dean meant. Between frantic kisses he lead Dean down the small hallway towards a closed door. Dean let out a small chuckle when Cas kicked the door open and pulled Dean into the room. 

They tumbled into the room, Dean losing his own shirt in the process as Cas quickly undid the buttons and pulled it off his shoulders. That burning feeling of desire was rising up in Dean’s chest. He quickly pulled Cas back towards him, their kiss crashing together and meeting in a wild battle. It was a flurry of biting kisses and hands scrambling for purchase. Dean desperately seeking passion from this beautiful stranger. Skin against skin, hear radiating from them both. It was pure want as basic instinct took over. The sound to ragged breathing filled the room.

By this point was almost painfully hard and if something more didn’t happen soon he was going to lose his damn mind.

“Do you have-”

“Yeah, top drawer.” Cas said between staccato breaths. He reached over, grabbed a condom from the top drawer and threw it over to Dean. Dean bit bruising kisses into Cas’ neck as he tore the wrapped open. “Let me” Cas practically groaned as he took Dean in hand and slowly worked the condom onto Dean’s hard cock. Dean bit down once again into Cas’ neck, kissing over the marks he left. Cas groaned loudly and his grasp around Dean tightened.

Without any finesse, Dean was too far gone by this point, he worked Cas open. Heavy breaths were no longer the only sound filling the room. Cas was panting loudly, every moan hitting Dean and sending a wave of lust through his flaming hot body.

“Dean…Dean…seriously Dean I’m close.” Cas gasped between moans.

It was intense, filled with heat and desperate hands digging into skin. Biting kisses and hurried rhythm that filled the room with heat and cries drowning in lust. Dean could barely hang on as the pool of burning desire in his stomach engulfed every part of him. Cas gripped onto his hand tightly, bit down on Dean’s lip and he was gone. Completely lost in this sea of pure want.

When it was over and their skin cooled Cas curled into Dean’s body, gripping onto him tightly as if he was scared Dean would escape. There was no chance of that, Dean was far too content to move. If he had his own way he wouldn’t leave this spot for a long time.    

***

The first thing Dean was aware of when he woke was that he was alone. The second was that he definitely wasn't in his own bed. Right, he'd gone out the night before. He hadn't slept in his own bed and he was alone because Emma obviously hasn't climbed into his bed in the middle of the night.

Wait...Cas. The guy he'd met the night before. Where was he? Dean groaned and rubbed his eyes as he looked around the room. 

"Sorry did I wake you?" Cas asked, placing the mug of coffee down next to Dean. 

"Nah, you're good man." Dean said. The coffee smelt fucking incredible. 

"I'm sort of an early riser." Cas said with a shrug. "I thought you'd want coffee or something like that."

"Thanks." Dean grinned over at Cas and he noticed how the other man seemed to relax a whole lot more. "You were freaked that this was going to be awkward." He said. Cas actually blushed. Hit the nail on the head there then. "Dude, chill." 

"I rarely do this Dean, last night was the first time I'd been out in a while. I have a pretty demanding job."

"Say no more." Being a single parent was probably the most demanding job of Dean's life, he knew how Cas felt.

"So...it's not awkward?" Cas asked warily. Dean rolled his eyes and motioned for Cas to come closer. He pulled the other man back onto the bed and in one swift move rolled so he was straddling Cas' hips. 

"Definitely not awkward." Dean said before gently kissing Cas. That was until his phone beeped loudly. Dean glanced at the screen and saw a text from Jess.

'Hey dirty stop out, little terror is asking if you're taking her to school.'

"Shit, I gotta get going." Dean muttered. "I...I had a really good time last night Cas."

"Same here Dean." Cas said with a grin. 

"Pass me your phone." Dean said as he quickly dressed. Cas cocked an eyebrow. "I'm giving you my number, if you want to...if you're free again or something." He said with a shrug. He'd been tempted to draw this up to a one night stand and leave it at that but there was something about Cas, he was intriguing. Dean liked intriguing. "I really have to go though." He said before planting one last kiss on Cas’ lips. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes Dean, I am sure we will see each other soon.” Cas said with a tender smile. Dean smiled back and carried on smiling as he left Cas’ apartment.

It was only a short walk back to the bar where Dean had left his car. He really should have traded the Impala in for a more 'child friendly' car but Emma loved the car and was already planning on adding her own features to the car. These mainly included Disney princess stickers and glitter. 

Dean found the car and quickly drove back home to change, mainly to stop Jess making comments, then hurried over to Emma's school. The playground was packed but he soon found Jess and Emma.

"Cutting it close aren't you?" Jess said with a playful smile as Dean hurried up to her and Emma. "Have a good night?" She then asked, the playful smile becoming a smirk. 

"Yeah and that's all you're getting." Dean muttered as Emma flung her arms around his waist. 

"Morning daddy!" Emma said happily, her hug threatening to cut off circulation. Dean smiled down at his daughter and lifted her up to hug her properly. "Auntie Jess made pancakes. Uncle Sam ate five but he said he only ate two." Emma said as if it was a huge conspiracy theory. 

"Someone doesn't get the concept of secret pancakes." Jess said.

"Did you have a nice time with Aunt Jess and Uncle Sam?" Dean asked Emma who nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Yeah! We watched a movie, I told them all about my new teacher then Aunt Jess read me two bedtime stories and we had hot cocoa and cookies!" Emma said excitedly. 

"She also doesn't get the concept of secret cookies." Jess said rolling her eyes.

"I ate five!" Emma said proudly. Dean snorted. "And I told Auntie Jess all about Mr Novak. He's the best!"

"Oh yeah, we've heard all about the brilliant new teacher. I think Emma's smitten.” Jess whispered. Have you met him?"

"Not yet, there's a welcome thing on Friday I’m trying to get out of work to go to. He hasn't been here when I've dropped Emma off or picked her up yet."

"You'd think he was the next messiah from the stories I've been told." Jess muttered. Dean smirked as he knew when Emma really liked something she would talk about it to death, new teachers included.

"That's him daddy!" Emma said as she nudged Dean excitedly and pointed over to a man quickly hurrying into the playground. "Morning Mr Novak!" Emma cried as she waved enthusiastically, nearly hitting Dean in the process. Dean looked over to see this amazing new teacher of Emma's and nearly dropped his daughter when he came saw the very same person he'd said goodbye to not an even an hour previously. “Daddy this is Mr Novak, he’s the best teacher ever.”

"Oh, good morning Emma." Cas said brightly as he gave Emma an affectionate smile. His eyes fell onto Dean and he stopped. "Dean?" Cas said, his mouth gaping open. Dean couldn't help but notice the hint of a bruise barely hidden by his shirt's collar and tried to resist the urge to smirk. That was until he realised the whole situation and saw the looked of utter confusion on Cas’ face.

"Oh...hey." Dean said nervously as he put Emma down. Jess' eyebrows raised and Dean could see the slow smirk spreading across her face. 

"Daddy, I'm going to play on the swings with Emily and Katie." Emma announced happily. “Are you picking me up after school?”

“Yeah sweetie I am, we’re going over to see Auntie Jo.” Dean said. Emma grinned happily because seeing Jo meant the young girl got to drink her weight in milkshakes even if Dean tried to stop it from happening.

“Auntie Jo is the best.” Emma said. Jess coughed loudly. “Not the bestest best though.” She added hastily before skipping off across the playground. 

“Glad to hear it kiddo!” jess called after her. "I better get going too, I need to get to work." Jess said giving Dean a quick kiss on the cheek and a very knowing look. "Say goodbye to the little munchkin for me. Dinner after Jo’s?" "Yeah...sure. I’ll call you later." Dean said, all the while he knew Cas was watching him with a questioning look. Jess hurried off and Dean just knew she was probably texting Sam right there and then. "So...you're Emma's teacher?"

"And you're Emma's father...and married?" Cas asked looking a mix between confused, hurt and angry.

"What?! Jess? Oh fuck no...she's my brother's fiancée dude!" Dean said quickly. "I'm single. Totally and completely single!"

"But you're Emma's father?"

"Um...yeah...yeah...it's a long story. Not the best story either. Look Cas..." Dean was getting flustered, well aware they were surrounded by kids and parents who had no idea that a few hours previously Dean and their precious little darling's teacher had getting down and pretty dirty. "I...I had no idea who you were, I mean I didn't know you were a teacher. Especially not Emma's teacher and if this is awkward for you then I get that but..."

"You said it's a long story?"

"What?"

"The story behind you and Emma? You said it was a long story. Well school is about to start and you have a job to get to, as do I obviously, so why don't we go over this story sometime? There's a diner by me that does quite good food, it's small and quiet, we can talk there."

"Are you asking me out?" Dean asked. This was not how he thought this conversation was going to go by any means.

"Cards on the table? I like you, I liked you last night and I liked you this morning. Finding out that you're the father of one of my students is an issue but I still like you and I'd like to see you again if that is something you want." Cas said sounding nervous. Why he sounded nervous was totally beyond Dean. 

“I’m free tomorrow night. A small and quiet diner where we can talk sounded like a great idea to me.” Dean said. Cas’ face broke into a glorious smile and Dean had to smile back. Yes this was a complicated situation but he could tell that Cas was definitely going to be worth it.