#dust.writing

[masterofmaagnetism]

[ time to propose in the most in brand way possible ]

[ Characters: Gadreel, fucking me. just straight up me. not Mint. just me. ]

[ warnings: cute as fuck i am crying ]

There’s a reason shredded cheese was rarely kept in the house when I was a kid, and the reason is that I’m an uncontrollable little hell spawn that only craves it at 2 am.

Somehow, and thankfully, Gadreel has not yet caught onto this. It’s one thing having your best friends know that you are painfully white when it comes to cheese, and a completely different thing to have the love of your life know the same.

Besides, I’m not just out here for the cheese. The ring I got for him is sitting in my “junk” drawer, in the kitchen, ‘cause I know he never looks there. It’s getting more stressful the longer I wait, and god knows my adhd won’t let my block my thoughts from him for much longer.

Hell, I’m distracted now! How am I supposed to keep a literal angel out of my head long enough to actually propose to him?

“Dust?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. I hadn’t seen him come in, since the kitchen was still pitch fucking black and I was only illuminated by the light from inside the open fridge.

“Uh... mornin’ angel,” I offered, adding an awkward smile to the mix. I heard him chuckle before the lights flicked on and he made his way over to me to close the fridge door.

He glanced down at the bag of shredded cheese in my hands, and I instinctively closed it. “What are you doing up, my light?” he asked softly, which made me immediately look up at him to see that usual confused puppy look on his face.

“I uh... wanted cheese,” I explained, backing up to one of the counters and hoisting myself up on it. “And to have loud thoughts without waking you up,” I added.

I mean, is there any time better than the present?

He followed me to the counter, effectively trapping me there with his arms. Damn, I always forget how tall he is until he does shit like this.

“What loud thoughts were you having, my love,” he questioned, that confused puppy look on his face the whole time. I would destroy heaven myself for this man.

“Nothin’ much, just how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life,” I replied, all too aware of how easily I could reach into the drawer containing his ring right now. “And uh... something really important I want to ask you.”

Gadreel tilted his head ever so slightly to the side after that, and for a moment I forgot where the hell I was going with this. The power of sweet angel.

“Just- give me a second. Uh, close your eyes too. I want it to be a surprise,” I told him, and he complied instantly, just like I expected. I leaned forward to give him a quick kiss, before leaning to the side to reach into the junk drawer.

I stared at the ring for a few seconds, before sighing softly and opening the box to show Gadreel. “Aright angel, you can open your eyes now,” I told him, a nervous smile on my face when his eyes fluttered open.

He almost immediately looked surprised, but I cut off his question with, “Gadreel... I know life on earth has just... sucked for you, but you’re my world. Here, with you? That’s my heaven. And I could never want anything more. Will you marry me?”

I can’t read minds like an angel, but I could practically see his brain trying to catch up with what was happening. And then his eyes got misty, and he pulled me into a kiss.

“Yes,” he muttered against my lips, “a hundred times yes, my light.”

Huh. That wasn’t so bad after all.

[abba-namaste]

My grandmother once gave me a tip:

In difficult times, you move forward in small steps.

Do what you have to do, but little by little.

Don't think about the future, or what may happen tomorrow.

Wash the dishes.Remove the dust.Write a letter.Make a soup.

You see?You are advancing step by step.

Take a step and stop.Rest a little.Praise yourself.Take another step.

Then another.You won't notice, but your steps will grow more and more.

And the time will come when you can think about the future without crying.-

 Elena Mikhalkova

(Image of Tasha Tudor, American Illustrator 1915-2008)

[masterofmaagnetism]

[ secret santa time!!! here’s my gift for @ocxccdump !!! i was really happy to find out that i was your gift giver because i already knew what i needed to write something soft for you and Cas ^-^ i really hope you enjoy it!!! ]

“I don’t need this,” Castiel reminded his fiancé, but took the mug from him anyway, relishing the grin on his love’s face.

It was a few days before Christmas, and the other two Winchester boys were out on a hunt, leaving Castiel and Max with the bunker to themselves.

“I am well aware,” Max replied, deciding to go easy on him for now and not bully him for taking the mug anyway. “It’s not about needing it, it’s about the fact that I’m gonna make some for my brother’s when they get back and pretend I poisoned it to make them paranoid before they take a sip and find out I just spiked it to hell.”

Ah yes, the Christmas spirit was strong in the Winchester house. “Also, I put honey in yours. I think you’ll like it- if you just take the extra energy to not taste the molecules,” he added, shooting Castiel a ‘you BETTER enjoy this hot chocolate I made for you’ look.

Castiel took a cautionary sip in response, making sure to have that extra moment of focus on hand. “Hm. This is actually very good,” he decided, chuckling at the soft cheer Max let out.

“I knew you would like it! I make the best hot chocolate around here anyway,” he bragged, one hand on his hip and the other holding his own mug.

And then he bounded over to the TV they’d set up a few hours earlier (since Dean threatened them about going in the Dean Cave™ again) and rustled through the movies he’d set out while waiting for Cas to get done in heaven or whatever.

“Okay, what awful Christmas movie do you feel like experiencing?” he asked, setting down his mug to hold up two DVD cases. “The Santa Clause, aka a national treasure, or White City Girl Meets White Country Boy And Remembers The Magic Of Christmas?” He was holding up a Hallmark movie that he had definitely stolen from Maverick.

Castiel was already well aware that all Hallmark movies were the exact same, and after learning from Dean that Maverick had made him watch every single one of those Christmas movies, he had long since decided he would never suffer the same fate.

“The first one,” he decided, not missing the relieved look on Max’s face. “It sounds far more interesting. Isn’t this the one where Tim Allen kills Santa Claus and therefore becomes him?”

“I don’t know who Tim Allen is,” Max replied simply, popping in the movie and turning off most of the lights, “but yeah, Santa gets murdered and his identity stolen. It’s pretty metal.” It’s really not, but thank you for your input.

Soon enough, Max was on the couch next to his angel, mug cradled in his hands once again. Castiel wrapped an arm around his shoulders to pull him close, pressing a light kiss to his love’s temple.

The movie started just as they finished getting settled, and the two fell into a comfortable silence.

So what if Winchester Christmases had never been perfect? This was close enough. It was snowing, they were together, and no angels or demons or gods were trying to kill them.

It may not look perfect to someone outside of the family, but to Castiel? All he had to do was look at Max’s happy, content face and know that this was nothing but perfect to him.

And he knew that the next time he would be this happy was the day he finally became Max’s husband.

[masterofmaagnetism]

currently can’t stop thinking about this

[masterofmaagnetism]

“you make me feel alive. for the first time ever, i feel like i can breathe” Gadreel.

[ ooooooh anon i am kissing you DIRECTLY on the forehead for this ]

[ Characters: Gadreel, me babey! (Dust) ]

[ warnings: soft shit in bound ]

[ side note: i’ve discovered i hate writing in first person and will only do it for wedding stuff lmao ]

It had been about a month since Dust had met Gadreel, who had literally fallen from the sky almost right in front of them. Their first conversation had been brief and... hard to fully understand, since Gadreel simply wasn’t used to a human being able to hear him.

Dust had tracked him after that, following him all the way to Sam and Dean Winchester, and then the bunker. He lied to them, saying he was one of the last Men of Letters. They believed him, and let him in.

All he wanted was to keep an eye on the angel. He really didn’t expect to fall in love with him. Not that he’d tell him, of course, not while he was in Sam. That would be... weird.

He was the first one to notice the change, before Gadreel started sneaking out. It was the posture that gave it away. Sam always stood up straight when Gadreel was in control. And then the disappearing act started.

Dust was the only one to notice that Sam was no longer awake when Gadreel returned the day Kevin died. Of course he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t about to write his angel’s downfall himself.

“Take me with you,” he had practically begged the angel outside of the bunker, clinging to his sleeve like a child. “I can’t let you go out there alone, not when I know Dean will be hunting you down. Please just... just let me go with you.”

And he did. Though, Dust made it abundantly clear when he met Metatron that he hated him, and was only there for Gadreel. The scribe seemed to accept it without a second thought. Maybe he thought it was good for Gadreel to have a friend.

He became useful soon enough. As someone who wasn’t of that world, Dust knew more than any hunter gave him credit for. It helped that he was a quick learner when it came to angel blades.

It was a relief when Gadreel got his old vessel back. But something was off, and his human friend saw it instantly. He didn’t even have to explain it- he knew instantly.

They had just finished a “mission” when Gadreel confessed his feelings to Dust. He’d taken him out to the country, far away from the city lights so they could see the stars, and sat him down on the trunk.

“Dust,” he’d started, relishing in the way the human smiled at him, like he was the brightest star, “I think I love you. Because you make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I... I feel like I can breathe. Because of you. You need not love me back I just... could not hold it in any longer.”

Dust had stared at him for a long moment, long enough that he almost ran, only to be stopped by a grip on his jacket that pulled him in for a long, gentle kiss. “I love you too angel. I have since the day I met you- like a god damn fairy tale. I love you.”

Metatron had to wait until morning for that day’s report. The two of them decided there was something far more important to be handled, and it simply couldn’t wait.

[masterofmaagnetism]

“Can you throw another log on the fire?” and “Do you want something hot to drink?" for whomever you are yearning for the hardest

[ let’s GO, posting it on the ask because i don’t feel like going through the extra work of posting it on my writing blog ]

[ characters: Tenya Iida, Dust Ashton (bnha) ]

[ warnings: they are so dumb and refuse to just kiss each other ]

[ extra note: they’re older in this because i wanted to Not have the burden of everyone else in the dorms lmao ]

It was already hard enough being a pro-hero, but boy was being a pro-hero in the middle of winter like treading through a frozen hell. Dust already hated the snow, but he discovered quickly at the beginning of the season that his costume was not meant for the colder seasons.

So, he was more relieved than ever when he could swing open the door of his home and collapse onto the warm couch. He was quickly learning that deciding to live alone was a mistake- he missed the ambiance of the dorms, and would probably pay someone to be as loud as Kaminari and Kirishima right about now.

Despite that, when he heard someone outside his door, he shot up immediately. Only a handful of people knew where he lived- close friends, like Iida, Tokoyami, and Shoji- and it was very rare for him to get visitors.

“Dust, it’s me,” he heard the stranger say from the other side of the door, not bothering to knock, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

It took Iida a few years to realize that knocking loudly just gave him a headache, so he was certainly grateful the man simply announced his presence instead of banging on the door.

“You aren’t known for your surprise visits,” Dust teased as he opened the door, allowing the new Ingenium to enter his house. Iida was thankfully out of costume already, meaning Dust wouldn’t have to struggle with helping him get it off.

Iida gave him a once over now that he was inside, shooting him that Look that showed he’d expected him to at least be out of costume by now. “Go change, I’ll start a fire,” he decided, shooing the rescue hero into his bedroom.

Dust let out a groan as he was practically shoved into his hell of a bedroom, sticking his tongue out at his friend before closing the door to change.

As promised, Iida made his way over to the fireplace and, after a moment of struggle because lord knows nothing in this house functions right, got a good fire going.

“Do you want something hot to drink?” he called out to Dust’s room when he was done. Silence fell for a moment before he got a muffled, “Hot choccy!” in reply. The blue haired hero let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head at the predictability of his friend.

He moved into the kitchen, happy to find it was more… functional than the last time he came here. He found two mugs with relative ease, though finding the kettle proved to be a little more difficult. 

By the time he had everything set up, Dust had finally emerged from his room in a hoodie that legally should not belong to him (it was stolen from Tokoyami their second year) and sweatpants that had the logo of some American college on them.

“You’re too sweet you know,” he commented, reaching into one of his god awful cabinets to retrieve the tea and hot chocolate that Iida would need. “No one told you to come here, and yet here you are.”

Iida simply smiled at him, knowing that asking for help was something Dust was simply terrible at. “Well, instead of worrying about that, why don’t you turn on a movie? Maybe one of those terrible Christmas movies you’re obsessed with?”

Dust snorted at the idea of making Iida sit through a Hallmark Christmas movie, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth; those movies simply weren’t as fun when you watched them alone.

He shuffled out of the kitchen to hunt down the CD set he had (his favourite set of 25 days of Christmas from like… six years ago), leaving Iida to pour the water into the two mugs and flavour them as needed. He also decorated Dust’s as he knew he would like it, with whipped cream and a little candy cane.

Once that was done, the hero made his way into the mess of the living room, kicking a dubious bag of… something out of his way and setting the mugs on the coffee table in front of the couch that Dust was already curled up on with his cat.

“Would you mind throwing another log on the fire? Before you get too settled, of course,” Iida asked, knowing that Dust would want at least one chance to mess with the fire before inevitably passing out like he did every time they hung out.

The shorter man gave a non-committal sound, brushing his cat off his lap so he could stand up and toss another log into the fireplace, a delighted expression lighting up his face as it sparked in response.

He watched it for a moment before rejoining Iida on the couch, his drink now cradled in his hands. “Hey, thanks for coming over,” he said, looking to Iida with a smile. “I’ve missed hanging out with you, and the gang.” The “gang” being him, Tokoyami, and Shoji. “It’s been really lonely out here.”

Iida offered a smile back, wrapping an arm around Dust’s shoulders to pull him closer and press a short kiss to his temple. “I’ve missed you too,” he murmured, before pressing play on the movie.

Neither of them would ever admit to liking each other, it simply wasn’t in their nature. But that wouldn’t stop them from getting so, so close to just finally giving in. Maybe one day they would stop worrying about the consequences. Maybe.

[masterofmaagnetism]

I am sending a pat to Mint's head (and Mint bites his hand)

[ 1. pats on the head ]

Most people could get away with patting Mint on the head.

Gadreel, Castiel, Crowley, Dean if he was nice enough, Sam, and Marc, for example.

However, some people just needed to be bitten. Reminded of their place in the world, if you will. Like Aleksandra or Prophecy. Maverick, even. Definitely Maddox. And Max? Let’s just say he’s past the thin ice stage.

It was almost routine at this point. Max would see Mint at the kitchen table eating breakfast, pat his head, and get the shit bitten out of his hand. It was expected at this point.

However, that’s not how it went this morning.

Instead of Max, Sam did the patting, and therefore did not get bitten. Max was there though, so why was he not the one to do it?

Later, when they were researching a case, Castiel entered the room and gave Mint one of his signature awkward pats. As it was Castiel, he did not get bitten. Max was, once again, in the room.

The rest of the day continued on like this. People that weren’t Max would pat his head, and they wouldn’t get bitten. Hell, Gadreel even got a kiss to his palm- the polar opposite of biting.

Finally, just when Mint was about to start questioning it, Max explained.

“I wanted to see if it was just me you bite,” he said, gaining Mint’s attention instantly. “And I was right. Can’t believe I’m not special enough to go unbitten,” he teased, gaining a quirked eyebrow from Mint.

He sighed, placing his hand over Max’s. “I don’t know how to tell you this man, but you’re not even special for getting bitten. I bite Charlie and Maverick and Maddox and the girls.”

They stared at each other for a moment, before Max stood up and gave Mint the usual pat on the head, which obviously resulted in a bite.

“At least I’m special enough to be the one stupid enough to do it every morning.”

[masterofmaagnetism]

Prompt 22 with you and one of your angel f/o's (they healing you up after you got your ass kicked on a hunt, you still won though)

[ 22. kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches ]

It had been a rough fight, Mint had to admit that. It had been a while since he’d taken on a regular hunt, what with all the angel and demon and apocalypse bullshit going around. This had been a way to take a break.

Apparently, god still wanted to participate anyway, and it ended up being a little less than the break he’d hoped.

When he first scoped out the vampire nest, there were four, maybe five in there. When he went to raid it? They’d apparently picked up two more family members.

It would have been different if they were brand new, and disoriented, but they were far from it. They must have come from a different nest because they were old. It was only a matter of seconds before they had him on the ground.

“Now,” he groaned, the leader putting more pressure on his chest, “can’t we talk about this? Monster to honourary monster?” 

The woman just scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. “We know what you are, demon blood. And the last thing we want is to be negotiating. Don’t worry though, we won’t eat you. Your tainted blood would be too disgusting.”

“Rude,” he muttered, inching his hand into his jacket pocket. “If you know so much about me, why bother letting me get this far, hm? Or are the rest of your nest just fucking cowards?”

Wow, that earned him a kick to the head, right in his nose too. “You shut your mouth, you abomination!” That was a new one. Though it wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, flipping his lighter open once his hand was around. Poor vampy didn’t even know what was happening until she was already dead on the floor.

Mint didn’t waste any time jumping up, lunging for his machete and grabbing it just in time to lop off the other oldie’s head. The clearly young four stood like they were going to attack him, but hesitated.

“Y’all’s mistake,” he said, going for one of them with the machete and another with a burst of flame. “Did you know that you can make fire pretty sharp when you focus on it?” he asked the remaining two, before dropping one of them.

“Took years of practice, and a lot of time in purgatory, but I figured it out. At least you won’t feel it, since it’s quick and both ends cauterize instantly.” He gave the poor girl a smile, before he sent her head flying.

He didn’t realized just how badly he was hurt until he got back to his motel, and collapsing on the shitty bed made him feel like he was about to burst.

And apparently, that hurt enough that he heard the familiar flutter of wings in the middle of the room.

He opened his eyes to see which one it was, smiling a little when his lovely Gadreel came into a view. “Hey angel,” he greeted, sitting up with a stifled groan. “Suppose you’re not here for niceties, huh?”

The angel almost immediately came to Mint’s side, pulling his bloodied shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. “I came because I felt that you were in pain,” he paused to survey the damage, “you need to be more careful, my light.”

Mint just hummed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Yeah, I know. To be fair, they totally got the jump on me. I thought it was just a few. They did some... recruiting the night before I got ‘em.”

He went quiet when he felt Gadreel’s gaze on his face, but couldn’t stop the chuckle that escape him at the angel’s adorable confused puppy look. “But you... won, didn’t you?”

“‘Course I won. I’m alive, ain’t I?” he replied, Gadreel simply shaking his head with a muttered, “barely”.

And even though he should be used to this by now, he was still shocked when Gadreel leaned forward to press a gently, barely there kiss to the gash on his chest, allowing his grace to flow and heal it.

He continued to do this with the rest of the injuries- pressing light kisses to each and every one until they were fully healed. He ended with the nose on Mint’s nose, pausing there for a moment before transferring the kiss to his lips.

“Please be more careful, my light. You know I will take any excuse to show you the love you deserve, but seeing you injured like this always frightens me.”

There was a short pause, before, “I know. I’ll be more careful. Wouldn’t wanna scare my angel after all.”

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i am having the exact same amount of fun writing her evil monologue as i did writing Gray’s

[masterofmaagnetism]

“I’d punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours.” and “I think we were a little too loud last night.” with who ever I just want to see someone getting threatened to be punched

[ lmao i thought this was PERFECT for Crowley and Maverick ]

[ Characters: Crowley, Maverick ]

[ warnings: someone will actually get punched :) ]

So, Maverick ended up getting the short end of the stick.

Crowley hunting with them was becoming almost normal. I mean, he only showed up for demon cases and probably just so he could protect himself from Abbadon, but he showed up nonetheless.

The problem lied in him not being trustworthy enough to be left alone. Meaning that, when renting rooms, someone needed to be with him. And Maverick was unlucky enough to be that special someone.

He’d ignored the king of hell for a good hour by cleaning his weapons. There were enough that the time ticked by well enough, until he was done.

“What happened to that talkative kitten that used to visit me in the basement, hm?” Crowley asked after a while, finally capturing the hunter’s attention with that stupid nickname. “I mean, we used to talk for hours, until dumb and dumber started getting worried.”

“Well, you’re not exactly in the basement anymore,” Maverick replied, much to his own distaste, “so I no longer pity you. Back then you were just the demon we had tied up. Now you’re the demon who won’t even let me take a shower in peace, much less sleep.”

Crowley looked like he was about to argue that point, but Maverick simply gestured to the clock. It was 1 fucking am. That’s how long that idiot had kept him up.

The demon shut his mouth real quick, but it didn’t last long. “I’d punch you for that, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours,” he teased, causing the hunter to roll his eyes.

“I’d like to see you try to land a hit on me. You can’t even look at me for too long without looking like a pining idiot,” Maverick replied, ignoring how Crowley narrowed his eyes at him.

Of course, after a moment of consideration, he took it as a challenge. Crowley practically lunged at Maverick who, unfortunately for the demon, was a step ahead of him and jumped off the bed without hesitation.

The fight sure was something- breaking at least one lamp and coming real close to sending the tv crashing to the floor. Maverick ended up being the victor, landing a punch right on the edge of the demon’s jaw and sending him straight into the coffee table, breaking it as well in the process.

“I forgot how stupid you were,” Maverick commented, wiping blood off the corner of his mouth. “But at least that was fun.”

He went to bed almost immediately after that, satisfied that Crowley wouldn’t try shit again.

The next morning was quiet, until Dean started banging on the door. He almost immediately went off on Maverick when he opened the door, saying near incomprehensible shit about quieting down and not being such a loud ass.

“Now, and I may be wrong on this, but I think we were a little too loud last night,” Crowley commented once the door was shut, earning a glare from Maverick.

“Shut up before I beat your ass again.”

“Now that’s a deal I have no choice but to take.”

“Thin ice, Crowley. Thin fucking ice.”

[masterofmaagnetism]

110 with Spy maybe :)?

took me for fucking ever but here it is! it’s kinda short, but i enjoyed writing it nonetheless uwu

[masterofmaagnetism]

14 for Elias 👀

14. Kiss on the head/forehead

It was hard being the only non-merc on base, and Elias definitely noticed how awkward his lover seemed around the others when he wasn’t around.

He tried to make Dust feel more comfortable by being around more often, resting an arm on his shoulders or a keeping a hand on his back.

Even so, Dust would always come running back to his lab if he was absent for too long. He’d say something like “Demo was getting too rowdy,” or “Scout won’t shut the fuck up and I don’t wanna get shot.”

When that happened, Elias would just hold him in his lap and run his hands through his hair- it usually made him fall asleep, and then he can get back to work after moving him to the bed.

Today was a little different. Dust looked like he was about to bolt, even though Elias was standing right next to him. It was probably starting to get overwhelming.

The solution any self respecting doctor would come up with?

Elias gently placed his hand on the other side of Dust’s neck, tilting his head just enough to press a long kiss to the top of his head.

The effect was instant, and Dust relaxed as if he hadn’t been stressed to begin with. He smiled up at Elias, and that was enough to make the doctor melt. 

The rest of the day went by smoothly, and Dust thanked him a hundred times in a hundred different ways.

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Kiss number 2 for you n Elias :)!

2. Kiss on cheek

Elias was used to Dust being groggy in the morning, and he knew it would take a hot minute before he woke up, so he’d usually get up and get ready for the day, letting him sleep in a little longer before trying again.

But he just looked so... peaceful this morning. His hair all messy and sticking up, lips just slightly parted. The halo the morning sun gave him certainly helped.

Today, he decided to stay in bed with him. To admire just a little while longer. He brushed some hair out of his face, smiling at the way his nose scrunched up.

Finally, Elias leaned down and pressed a long, soft kiss to Dust’s cheek, which was enough for the man’s eyes to flutter open.

“Mornin’....” he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep and causing Elias to chuckle before pressing another kiss to Dust’s forehead.

“Good morning, mein schläfriges kleines Kätzchen,” he replied just as softly, grinning when he gave him a tired smile. “I’ll put a pot of coffee on,” he added, slipping out of the bed despite Dust clinging to him.

These were the mornings he’d always wanted.