ahhhhh, I just read "Some People Would Call This Romantic" on ao3 and it led me here. It was so fucking saccharine. I loved it <33333333

the fluffiest fluff makes me happy, glad I could spread the happiness~

[Some People Would Call This Romantic, in which Dean and Cas walk on a beach]

lamppu asked:
Hi, Elmie. I hate to ask, but could tell me something that might cheer me up a little? Like, anything. I don't like to ask for comfort when I'm feeling like this, but for some reason I really really really need to be comforted right now, and I feel like if I don't ask for it I'm sure I won't get it
  • Dean ate all the cakes Cas baked, and Cas is standing there with his hands on his hips, a dripping batter spoon sticking out at a weird angle from his hand, and he has this terribly grumpy look on his face. Dean grins awkwardly and shrugs and says “they were… really good?” and Cas’ grumpy face breaks into a lopsided smile and he looks down at his toes and grins, and mutters “they were for you, anyway”.
  • Team Free Will sitting in a summer field. a butterfly lands on Dean’s nose and his eyes go wide and he hisses to Cas and Sam “get it off get it off get it off” and Sam’s just laughing but Cas chuckles and scoots closer, running a fingertip gently along Dean’s nose, and the butterfly hops off, and Cas smiles at it, then murmurs “go on, fly home,” and it flutters away. Cas turns back to Dean (who is rubbing at his nose madly because it still tickles) and leans in and kisses Dean’s nose. and Dean freezes and stares and Cas just smiles back steadily, then goes back to making daisy chains.
  • Dean: [slams laptop closed] “What do you mean, you’ve never been tickled?” // Cas [squints] “I mean I have never felt the desire to laugh when provoked by… feathers.” // Dean: “Forget feathers, you need a good old-fashioned finger tickle. C'mere.” // Cas: “What–? Wh– oh– Dean! D- Ah! Ah-h-hhno-n-o-o-nononh– AHAHA” // Dean: [laughs gleefully and chases Cas around the motel room]
  • Dean wrapped in a fluffy blanket, wearing nothing but comfy pink panties, eating popcorn and watching Looney Tunes while Cas sleeps beside him. Dean looks over and smiles, then starts to grin… and begins to stack popcorn on Cas’ head. Sam comes in later and sees a stack twenty popcorns high, and Dean looks so amused and proud of himself and happy about Cas being so close that Sam doesn’t even think to ask about the panties.
  • Dean using Cas’ shoulder as a pillow while Sam drives the Impala to their next case. (snoring and drooling and Cas is just smiling because Dean smells nice and he’s so warm and he kind of snuggles a little closer in his sleep, muttering something completely unintelligible)
  • nose boops.
Anonymous asked:
I'd just like to say thanks for recommending the fic "grip them tight and raise them from pernicion". I don't think I would have found it if it weren't for this blog and it was soooo good. I don't understand why it isn't more popular and I can't stop smiling now!

You’re welcome! …and because I now have a prime opportunity to rec it again, I shall:

grip them tight and raise them from pernicion by Flux

20k, T, AU

Summary: Dean and Cas have been at each other’s throats for years, but Anna and Sam are determined to change that for the better. With a well-placed love letter and some careful direction, they manage to get the two into a semi-antagonistic, fiercely competitive, and emotionally confusing game of relationship chicken. Now they just need to get to prom.

EVERYONE READ THIS IT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY

The Literal Bear Hug

Suddenly, Cas was a bear. This was not supposed to happen.

Dean/Cas // 1,860 words (AO3)

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» Minty Fresh Kisses

Dean teaches a newly-human Castiel how to brush his teeth properly. Things don’t go according to plan – but for once, the unexpected development actually presents a more promising outcome.

7,900 words // T

read on AO3

» Lettuce Share This Moment ― almaasi

Dean has a secret: he’s a closet salad-lover. It plagues him and shames him on a near-daily basis… and now Cas knows.

4,800 words, G

read on AO3

troglobite asked:
just finished foxfire blossom. i put off getting through chapter 27 because i fucking KNEW some shit was gonna go down and i just didn't want it to. ehhhhhhhh. but it was lovely and i can't believe the story only covered two months (well, like, six technically) and like. it just. i was so invested and there was no ~plot~ so to speak and it was lovely and i just. wow. woweewow. well done. i loved it i'm just gonna whine at it for a while. also wow sex scenes. what a good //incoherent pile of mush

if you count ~plot~ as “things happening chronologically with means to an end” then …yeah, nope, stuff just happens and Dean and Cas traipse onwards being hopelessly in love, and lovely in general

I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I’m glad I somehow made you go all mushy and kept you invested until the inevitable conclusion.

thank you for reading :3

[fic link for other people]

» For a Scarf in October [Dean/Castiel, 1,700 words, G]

A scarf is just a scarf, right? (Sam and Dean take a pointless journey through the Halloween-decked aisles of Target.)

unofficial post to say I wrote a thing today and posted it on AO3

Summary: Cas accidentally cut himself while shaving. (Spoiler: He wasn’t shaving his face.)

The two of them had been through Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and all the worst parts of Earth together, both in the past and future, and somehow, the here-and-now between them involved Dean standing there denying to himself that he was half-hard because Castiel was bleeding in his naughty place.

I wrote another thing.

» Play Nice, Kids — almaasi

Summary: Reverse!Verse. This story is not about how Dean got to be an angel. It’s about how cop!Cas sold naked pictures to a magazine that one time. And about how much Dean appreciates them. (Hint: it’s a lot.)

Cowboys and Real Estate Angels — almaasi

Castiel crosses paths with the ever-charming Dean Winchester at a rodeo show in Texas, of all places. Dean’s singing days are long bygone, but his crowd-pleasing skills haven’t waned one iota. Unexpectedly, Castiel finds himself in Dean’s bedroom; they take and they give, and discover that sometimes strangers can find love like this, too. (And if a man’s faith can’t be put in God, it needs to go somewhere…)

Anonymous asked:
I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s already some hours that I’m trying to enter your livejournal (I wanted to read “Try-Something Tuesday”, since I’ve really, REALLY liked “Angelhawke” – my compliments =333) and internet shows me an “internal server error”… maybe it’s just a problem of my pc and, in that case, I’m sorry again, but I thought to inform you anyways. Otherwise, if you have just moved your works on another site, could you please send me the link? I'd like to read them =''333

Yeah, no, it’s Livejournal that’s down, no worries.

Try-Something Tuesday is available on AO3 here.

Enjoy! <3