fangirlgeekout asked: Prompt for TDAH ‘verse if you want it: After one of Cas’ long days with back-to-back classes, Dean goes after him when he takes his sneakers off, because he wants to see if Cas’ feet are actually any more soft & sensitive like some of his blog stories suggest.
A/N: omg omg omg yes i am writing the heck out of this i love anything TDAH verse thanks pal
Not more than ten second after Cas had finally trudged back to his room and dropped his bag, a half-knock sounded on the door as it swung open; Dean stood grinning in the doorway.
Cas sighed and tried to push back a small smile, “Why bother knocking if you’re just going to come in anyway?”
"Hey, don’t get all grumpy on me. I was just bored, and I know it’s your long day for classes." Dean plopped down on the futon, patting the seat and looking expectantly at his boyfriend.
"You’re right, sorry. I’m just a little exhausted." Cas dragged himself over to the futon and fell back onto it in a heap, obviously tired from his classes and lab that day.
Dean caught his eyes, a little twinkle of mischief apparent, which made Cas a bit suspicious as he leaned down to unlace his sneaks so that he could put his feet up. His eyes narrowed as Dean’s mouth curved into a little smirk once both of his shoes were off.
"Give me those." Dean ordered.
“Those?" Cas raised a brow.
"Your feet, bitch." Dean grinned, "I wanna try something."
Cas felt butterflies and couldn’t stop the anticipatory curl of his toes, “And?”
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This changes everything now I will enjoy every fanfic about Goku getting fucked in the ass by Ronald McDonald
ok first of all can i get a link to that one
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.