#omega dishwasher parts

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How to Find and Replace Westinghouse Fridge Spare Parts

Fridges are a staple in every Australian home, but when they get damaged or stop working, it can be a major headache. Thankfully, westinghouse fridge spare parts are easy to find and affordable to replace. If you're shopping for a new fridge, keep an eye on the Energy Rating, which tells you how much electricity your fridge consumes. Choosing a fridge with a high Energy Rating will save you money on power bills.

If you're having trouble opening or closing your refrigerator's crisper drawer, it may be because of a damaged or warped crisper cover front support. This OEM part keeps the crisper cover in place, and mounts to the inside cabinet wall. Replacing it is considered an easy repair that can be done in minutes. Simply use a putty knife, punch or flat blade screwdriver, and a soft hammer to remove the old support. Then, slide the new one in place and lock it down with the pin.

Another possible cause of difficulty with a fridge's fresh food drawer is a defective or worn out drawer track support rail. This manufacturer-certified replacement part supports the right side of the drawer to help it move open and closed easily. This DIY repair is simple if you're careful and work on a stable surface. Remove the screws on the back of the old rail and disengage the tabs that hold it in place. Then, snap the new one into place and reinstall it with the screws.

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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain.

this one was kind of short, but heres part two! smut and rosie lore to come soon!

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part two: you ought’a wear sunscreen, lovie

Simon lay in the large cold bed of the guest room he had been provided about a week after his arrival to the cabin, wide awake. The sun was just starting to come up and he hadn’t yet slept, hadn’t even tried. How could he when you were in the room next to him snuggled up into your mound of blankets on the bed? He cursed John out when he had called him after his arrival. How had he left you out of the details when he’d coaxed him into coming to the cabin? ‘Forgoht ‘bout her, pretty little one, ain’t she?’ He had chuckled into the other end of the phone. ‘S’only for a couple o’months, LT, s’long as you’re nice to ‘er she’ll keep your belly full and your clothes clean.’ He hung up after that, and hadn’t picked up any of Simon’s calls or answered a message since.  

Forgot about her, Simon scoffed just thinking about it. He didn’t believe it for a second. How could Price possibly forget about the shy, beautifully curvy, unmated, impossibly adorable Omega he paid to be a live-in housekeeper for the cabin he conveniently sent his unmated, typically uncontrollable problem Alpha to vacation in? He smelled matchmaking all over it and he hated it. 

‘But it’s working.’ Simon grunted, rolling onto his side in hopes that his inner monologue would get the memo to shut up. ‘It’s working and you know it’ And goddess, he did. It was working. She was beautiful, and so deliciously plump and he wanted to kick himself for being an ass when he first spoke to her. He wanted to kick himself for wanting nothing more than to mark her, rub his scent all over her, keep her barefoot and fat and round with his pups. He wanted to kick himself for the way he felt his cock grow hard at just the thought of putting his pups in her. He was better than that, wasn’t he? 

He wanted to kick himself for the way that he already felt protective over her, as if he had already mated and impregnated her. As if they were already married. He felt himself wanting to be no more than an arms length away from her and he barely spoke to her. She dropped a knife while she was loading the dishwasher after supper the night before and he could have cried when he heard her mumble and ‘ow’ and bend down to rub her foot. ‘Should’ve been me, should’ve been me, should’ve been me’ He had heard his wolf chant over and over in his head and he had to really work to remember that he was an extremely disciplined man because without barely a thought he almost launched himself over the kitchen island to make sure you were okay. His fist clenched at just the memory of it. 

He could’ve cried when he heard your soft moan filter through the thin walls of the cabin, you were waking up and he would be subject to another day of breathing in your scent, of wanting to protect and hold you and not being able to.. ‘And why aren’t we able to? What’s stopping you?!” That voice again. That stupid stupid wolf trying to take over his rational sided mind. 

What was stopping him?

Nothing physically, he presumed. Aside from himself…it was always himself. The memories of watching his Alpha father and how he treated his Omega mother..of not feeling like a good enough Alpha himself because he couldn’t always protect her. Couldn’t always stop him..how could he possibly be good enough to protect this sweet little thing that was being dangled in front of him? You didn’t deserve inadequacy. He doesn’t deserve you. You want to bury your ugly mug between her legs..she made you a fucking pot roast and homemade desserts and you don’t deserve her? He’d never wanted to shut the wolf up more. 

You moved as quietly as you could, not wanting to disturb Simon in the room next door as you shuffled through the room, gathering fresh panties and a pretty little sundress for the day before making your way to the bathroom across the hall. The shower head spits out hot water almost immediately and you sigh, dropping your overly large sleep shirt to the floor as you step in, moaning as the steamy water rolls over your tense shoulders. You hadn’t been sleeping very well, images of your Papa floating behind your eyelids every time you closed them, causing you to toss and turn or wake up in a fright if you had managed to even fall asleep. 

You hum as you wet your head, massaging shampoo into it as you try to scrub the images and dreams from your mind, leaving you in a better mood by the time you’re done. 

By the time you step out it had been nearly an hour since you’d stepped in, your skin exfoliated and smooth, shining even. Your hair washed and conditioned, soft and silky and wrapped in a towel above your head where it would stay until you were ready to blow dry it in your bedroom, sat in front of your vanity. You take the time to lather your body in lotion, a cozy smelling one that moisturized your already smooth and shining skin before you slipped into your panties and tightened the little corset on the back of your sundress. 

It was a white number, with little roses on it that fell to just above your ankles and showed off plenty of cleavage. The skin of your chest was already red from the sun the other day when you were out in the garden, tending to the vegetables while Simon lounged in the living room (though unbeknownst to you he had spent the whole time watching your every move out of the window next to the plush armchair he had taken post in, waiting for something to happen so he could jump to your rescue), you had forgotten your sunblock again and the hat you wore atop your head did nothing to help protect your delicate skin from the blistering rays of the summer sun. 

A part of you wondered what Simon would think of the dress, and as you thought it your cheeks flushed, making you hurry across the hall back to your room to finish getting ready before he caught you, you could hear him rumbling around the other guest room, you were sure he’d be wanting the bathroom any moment now. 

Another hour passes before you decide that you’re ready to leave the sanctuary of your room, hair braided and tied with a cream colored ribbon, glasses on your face instead of your normal contacts (your eyes were bugging you, your head pounding - which in hindsight probably was a warning that your heat was coming) and a bit of makeup splattered across your face, presentable to the public..to Simon..

He’s already in the kitchen when you hit the stairs, you can smell the coffee starting to brew and hear the clumsy sound of him tinkering around in there, muttering to himself, though what he’s muttering about you’re unsure, not able to make out the words exactly. “Simon?” You question, stepping down off of the final stair, headed for the coat rack to grab your purse and your big sunhat. 

“Ye-” He choked on his own words and you turned to see if maybe he had burned himself with the coffee, not expecting to find him staring at you, wide eyed under his mask. You cock your head to the side, concerned, purse dangling from your hands as you make to step towards him. “You..uh..” He he clears his throat, closes his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “You look..pretty..” He says, and almost as soon as the words leave his mouth you feel your cheeks begin to heat, averting your eyes as you fidget with your skirt. “Did you need somethin’, Lovie?” 

It’s your turn to stutter and choke now, and you do, opening and closing your mouth a couple of times before you remember what you had begun to say in the first place. “I was just going to see if you wanted to go into town with me?” He thinks we’re pretty! He thinks we’re pretty! Your wolf howls in your already aching head, causing you to wince just the littlest of bits. “I need to grab a few things from the market..thought maybe you might want to get out..” When he doesn’t respond right away you panic, and word vomit starts to come out, not even realizing you’ve cut him off from speaking. “I mean of course, only if you want to..it’s stupid of me to assume that you even want to leave, i guess you’re technically on vacation right? How silly to think that you’d want to leave the house..anyway i’ll just be gone a few hours..” 

He’s got his back turned to you by the time you’re finished, fishing for something in a drawer. You dumb ditzy bitch! You’ve ruined it! Ruined! “You outght’a put on some sunscreen, lovie..” He says, turning around with a tube of it in his large hand. Oh! He’s so thoughtful! He’s so sweet! Providing for us like a good alpha! Can we thank him? Can we kiss him? Please, please, please!!! “S’long walk into town, s’awful sunny out..” Before you know it, his large palm is smathering a layer of the thick lotion onto your bare skin, grazing the top of your breasts. Your face is on fire, heat rushing to it, though you can’t look away from him, his brown eyes on yours as he works it in. “There ye’go, can’t have this delicate skin puckering up out there, can we?” His touch is lingering, caressing even, and you open your mouth to say something but before anything can even come out he’s opened the door, sun shining down as he ushers you out, hand going to your lower back as he steps out after you. 

The walk into town was a long one, and while you typically didn’t mind it, it felt even longer with the presence of him by your side. A tall, silent shadow right next to you, and if you stood on the right side of him he did more sun blocking than your hat ever did. You talked enough for the both of you though, and though you were sure you were annoying him with your endless babbling about the things you needed to buy and why, he was kind enough to grunt and throw in the occasional ‘yeah’ or ‘wow’ in where it seemed needed. You didn’t mind, though you were finally slowing down on the word vomit once you neared town, you found yourself instinctually moving closer to his side, wanting nothing more than to just cling on for dear life as townfolk began watching the two of you. 

You were familiar with most of them, you were an usual face having made many trips into the village since you’d been here, but something about the way some of the men stared at you was making your skin crawl. Was it because you were with Simon? Were they jealous? Or were they just being cautious because this was an Alpha they hadn’t seen before? They were used to you coming into town every now and then with John, but mostly by yourself, it was rare to see you with someone else, let alone another man. Your head pounded, and sweat began dripping down your face under the brim of your sunhat. 

Your belly cramped, a low grunt coming from your chest as it did and suddenly, you have a revelation. 

Heat, heat, heat, heat. You pouted, your wolf louder in your mind. No wonder she was reacting this way to him, you thought. It was just because you were due for your heat. You felt silly for not having tracked your cycle or paid attention to the dates well enough to realize it was time. Pups! Oh he could fill us with his litter! I bet his cock is nice and fat, get us nice and full! Your cheeks flushed as you tried to decipher the difference between your thoughts and hers, unsure of who thought what at that moment. 

“Okay there?” He asks, bumping your shoulder with his elbow. 

You look up and he’s already staring at you, eyes drawn tight under that damn mask. How was he not hot? “Just fine.” You smile, looking at him. “I have a few things to grab at the market..it’s just the next street over, can we go there first?”

He follows you silently, if he’s not right next to you, he’s trailing behind and in all honesty his strong, silent presence makes you feel safe and comfortable, at ease. You know you don’t have to watch your surroundings constantly while you’re out, he’s an Alpha, his natural instinct is to protect and he seems to do it just oh so naturally, holding his arm out to stop you when you’re about to cross a busy street, holding your hand gently once he deems it safe enough, ushering you to the part of the sidewalk farthest from the bustling street, his body shielding you if something were to happen..

He opened the doors of the market for you, got you a little buggy and though you insisted on pushing it, he refused, keeping your cute little purse safe in the childs seat once you had set it down. Simon followed along the aisles, watching you pout down at your little list and then stare up at the shelves, your frown deepening when they didn’t have a certain item and you had to settle for an alternative. You didn’t see his fists clenching around the mental handle of the buggy as he watched you, didn’t hear the internal battle he was having with his wolf about leveling the entire store because you were unhappy at their lack of a certain product. 

It was when you were waiting in line for the butcher that he finally spoke again. You just wanted some chicken cutlets, and a couple of good steaks but your body seemingly had other ideas. Your heat was coming strong and fast, evident in the way that you whimper and nearly double over out of nowhere, grabbing Simon’s hand as you grab your lower belly, lips puckered and eyebrow furrowed. 

“Al’righ, Rosie?” He asks softly, worried, looking down at you, his big hand is on the middle of your back, the other on your shoulder as he crouches down slightly, as if to bring himself closer to your level. He’d smelled you since about the time you had first whimpered walking through town, your scent making his mouth water more than it normally did, his wolf trying harder and harder to take control of him, now that you were clearly in pain though, his wolf was whining, crying for him to do something and he couldn’t just ignore it. You nod meekly, trying to suppress a sniffle, to discreetly wipe away the tears welling in your eyes. “No, you’re not.” His voice is gruff, and he cringes as it reaches his own ears. “Wots wrong, lovie?” He asks, gentler this time, quieter. 

You look up at him, lips quivering and eyes watery and his body just wants to sag. Fix it, fix it, fix it, fix it, she’s sad, she’s sad i dont like it! What’s wrong with you? Why are you letting her be sad? Why is she in pain? If he could tell himself to shut up and it actually work, he would have, but dammit the beast was right. Why wasn’t he fixing it? 

“Heat..” 

It was whispered, but it was all he needed. “Okay, lovie, lets get the rest of the groceries and get you home.” Home. Not just his boss’s cabin. Home. A meek nod in response. He tucks you into his side, dropping his big beefy arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side tightly as he gives a long hard glare to the staring Beta’s and Alpha’s lingering around, even the one behind the meat counter. Your face is buried in his rib cage, just under his armpit as you breathe in his scent to calm yourself down, but also to protect yourself from the stares of the other people. Other unmated omegas, even some of the mated ones staring you down as you burrowed into the side of the giant man, your scent marking the whole store. Why wouldn’t they stare? You were the stupid one who couldn’t keep track of your own cycles. 

Simon does the rest of the shopping for you, slapping your list down onto the meat counter as he glares at the butcher, tells the man to make it snappy. “Need t’get this one ‘ome.” He says, his arm still wrapped tightly around your body, his voice just as tight as his grip as he talks to the grocers. You’re still clinging to his side, now shaking as the pain is coming quicker and quicker, when he makes it to the check out. He’s polite as he can be when you squeeze his hand, pouting at his gruff words and demands to hurry as he unloads the buggy, hands the cashier a wad of cash from his wallet while the bag boy works as fast as he can. 

You can barely fathom the walk back home, can barely stand on your own two feet as the light of day shines down on you when Simon helps you step out onto the street some more. He’s kind enough to think ahead, hails a taxi that the town is just barely big enough to justify having and ushers you in, giving gruff instructions to the driver as he plops down into the seat next to you, grocery bags at your feet as you curl into his side. 

“S’alright, Lovie,” He murmurs into our hair, hand rubbing up and down your bicep soothingly as you whimper again. “Get you home and into a hot bath in no time, okay? Get your nest all built up for you..”

This was going to be a long, long week. 

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[reallyromealone]

Hello there, I was wondering if we can get a part 2 of the alpha Kirishima x alpha Bakugo adopting to mega pup reader and the reader is meet most of their aunts and uncles?

Title: adoption part 2

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing kirishima x Bakugo x male reader

Type: platonic fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, child reader

Notes: none

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(Name) was an absolute precious little guy, always following one of his dad's when he could and trying to help in the best way he could with such little hands as the two adults tried to include him in their day to day, currently on maternity leave to acclimate (name) better.

"Yaaay! Good job!" Kirishima congratulated (name) as the babe put his plastic bowl in the dishwasher, (name) beaming at this and hugged his dad's neck for comfort "were getting ready to meet some people, they're your aunt's and uncles and are very excited to meet you" when their friends learned if their tiny pup they practically exploded with excitement, mina taking everything within herself to not bust down that door to see the pup.

(Name) held the Dynamite toy close, either that or an old sweater of Kirishimas that the babe saught comfort from, a quick Google search showed Omegan pups saught comfort from their parents items it was early stages of a familial bond settling in.

Bakugo was the one to collect the little one after his nap, the aunts and uncles sitting in the livingroom to meet him "hey squirt, it's time to wake up" they changed the crib to a toddler bed when (name) tried climbing out, the little one starfished with a cute pair of pajamas on "nnh" the boy grunted as Katsuki huffed and gently lifted him "come on you" the boy nuzzling into his dad's shirt as he was brought out to the livingroom "(name), can you say hi?" Katsuki was surprisingly soft with the pup who looked confused and face had marks from the sheets "awww he's so little!" Mina gushed as she stood up and (name) clung to his dad nervously "slowly mina, he's shy" Eijiro said watching his sons movements.

The itty bitty pup looked nervous as Katsuki spoke to him "this is your aunt, she's a bit annoying but she's not gonna hurt you"

Carefully he set (name) down, the boy fidgeting before running to his other dad for protection, the redhead holding his stuffed doll "awww he has a dynamite toy!" Ochaco cooed and they watched (name).

Eventually everyone began chatting and (name) grew more comfortable and began wandering around as he normally did as he noticed the snacks on the table, things the others brought "oh look he's staring at the (treat)" denki snicked as the babe reached out and grabbed a handful, little hands getting messy in the process "well at least he likes it" Momo said as the dad's looked at each other and Katsuki cleaned him up and Eijiro got the boy a small serving "so how's being a parent?" Iida asked as he sipped his tea, glancing at the pup "he keeps trying to make nests everywhere, we don't think he knows what he's doing though" Eijiro chuckled as he let (name) get comfortable in his lap.

Later on came his former teachers + Eri and Shinsou, the two tagging along.

Katsuki saw the two as his own parents, his real parents and him had.. a hard relationship.

His mom and him never got along and when he showed up with Eiji... That went bad fast, he was seventeen at that point.

He hadnt even graduated yet.

His dad loved him but being an Omega, he couldn't really go against his alphas word but did send letters to him in secret.

After that Aizawa stepped up, using his custody over Bakugo and taking care of him and by proxy so did Yamada, the men treating him like a son.

"Hi little listener" Yamada was soft with the pup as Aizawa looked at the two fondly, Eri chatting with kirishima about her classes and her plans to join U.A under recommendations by not one but multiple heroes.

"Oh? Thanks..." Shinsou was awkward around children and when (name) handed him a Cheeto he wasn't expecting it to be so...soggy "you don't gotta eat that, just walk to the kitchen and toss it" kirishima whispered and the other man nodded and did so.

"Hello there" little (name) reached to the black haired man who had the forethought to have his hair put up "you can smell I'm an Omega" Aizawa smiled softly as (name) sniffed his face and bounced slightly "omegas feel calm with other omegas" he explained "safety in numbers sort of deal"

(Name) smushed his face, a silly baby attempt at scenting "I think he thinks I'm apart of his pack"

"Well you are" Eri said simply and everyone smiled at the interaction.

"Minas gonna be pissed that he's getting this and she's not"

When everyone left, (name) was tuckered out "he sure enjoyed those snacks"

"He's so sleepy" kirishima gently traced the boys face "let's get him to bed yeah?"

[fyodior]

⌕ pairing: alpha!gn!reader x omega!chuuya

⌕ warnings: piss, controlling reader (forces him to hold it all day), humiliation, handjob, slight dubcon, whiny chuuya, no pronouns used or anatomy described for reader; slightly ooc chuuya bc i needed to make him omega-y okay jeez MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

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Chuuya was the sweetest omega you had ever met. Pliant, obedient, eager to please his alpha. He always did exactly as you said when you said it, and to his utmost ability. All he ever wanted was for his alpha to tell him that he did a good job and to shower him in affection. And of course, you had no problem with this. You would shower him in affection no matter what, but it was hard not to give in at least a little to his enthusiasm.

The funny thing was how stark of a contrast this behavior was to his outside persona. The Chuuya he presented as at work and in public. Within the Port Mafia, as a top executive, the only other people within the entire organization who even knew he was an omega were Kouyou and Mori. It was a requirement that Mori, as the boss, knew his secondary gender, and Chuuya trusted Kouyou. Instead, it was just assumed he was a beta.

Of course, there was quiet speculation amongst the lower ranking mafiosos, considering Chuuya’s short, skinny stature reminiscent of a typical omega, but no one dared voice their thoughts anywhere near the ruthless executive. 

But at home? It was like Chuuya was a completely different person. He was able to give in to his instinctual urges to act as the omega he was meant to be. The submissive, sweet omega who needed nothing more than for you to call him a good boy. It was exhausting, playing the part of a domineering head mafioso who spent his days either barking orders or neutralizing enemies himself. By the time he gets home, all the walls come down.

Chuuya loved having tasks. Things you’d ask him to do so that he felt worthy of your praise. Usually, it was very simple things - cooking a basic dinner, vacuuming the apartment, even something as basic as unloading the dishwasher if you knew he had had a long day at work. As soon as his goal was completed, he’d snuggle up next to you and damn near purr as he begged for your praise and touch. This Chuuya was utterly unrecognizable compared to his PM persona.

But sometimes, you really couldn’t help yourself. The urge to take advantage of his submissiveness wasn’t often, but when it bubbled to the surface, it was hard to ignore. Most of the time, when the desire presented itself, you pushed it out of your head. Chuuya, your adorable, sweet Chuuya, didn’t deserve to be exploited. Not in the way you desired. 

Though the most recent desire was strong. It was simple - you wanted to see Chuuya make a mess. Thoroughly humiliate himself. Cover himself in his own piss until he’s crying. The idea was too attractive to ignore.

“Chuuya, sweetheart?” you singsonged as you slid into the bathroom, wrapping your robe around you and perching on the counter. 

Your omega was getting ready for work, freshly emerged from the shower with a towel tucked around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. His ginger hair was wrapped up in another towel, sitting on top of his head waiting to be blow dried. 

At your presence, he immediately spits out the toothpaste in his mouth, all attention immediately on you. It’s fascinating, the spell you seem to have on him, even without releasing any pheromones. 

“You’re awake early,” he smiled, padding over to you to slot himself between your legs, throwing his arms around your neck. 

“I am,” you chuckled, resting your hands on his slim waist. “Because I love my omega.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss on his face, making Chuuya giggle and squirm. “But also… because I have a request for you.”

The omega’s eyes went wide at that. A task. “What is it?” His enthusiasm made you chuckle again.

“Well…” you stalled, running your fingers up and down his torso as you second guessed your decision. “I want you to… hold it.” His brow furrowed at that. “Huh?”

“Hold it,” you repeated yourself, gaining confidence. “Hold your pee, all day. Don’t use the bathroom once until you get home, okay?” 

The poor omega’s face contorted in anxiety and confusion. “You want me to… not pee? All day? Why?”

Your soft gaze steeled at his question. “You know not to question me, Chuuya. Do as I say.” 

His soft gasp of fear of disappointing you made your heart pang, but it was essential you consistently maintained your role as dominant alpha. “Okay,” he nods, “I… I will. I’ll hold it.”

Another smile broke out on your face again. “Perfect, baby. Now finish getting ready for work. Oh - and I’m trusting you, Chuu. Not to disobey me.” 

A dusty rose colored Chuuya’s cheeks as he averted his gaze. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Good boy.”

-

Chuuya thought it would be a breeze. Just limit his liquid intake and keep himself busy, that’s all he had to do to keep the urge to pee at bay. The thought of seeing your face and how happy you’d be with him when he proudly revealed that he hadn’t used the bathroom once was more than enough to encourage him.

That was until he was unexpectedly thrusted into quite the physically grueling fight with a much larger group of gangsters than he had been prepared for, leaving him breathless and unable to keep himself from chugging water after. Surely he’d be fine…. 

An hour later and his bladder felt ready to burst. Looking down at his watch, he still had three hours before he could get home. Fuck.

‘I really gotta piss, can we please do this another day?’ He desperately found himself texting you. His heart thumped in his chest as he watched the chat bubble appear and disappear over and over. 

‘Chuuya.’ Was all you responded with. He knew what that meant. 

The drive home was painful, willing himself not to piss in his sleek luxury car, and by the time he made it inside your shared apartment, a hand was gripping his crotch as little involuntary groans slipped past his lips. 

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” you smirked, setting the book you were mindlessly flipping through on the coffee table and rising to greet your lover. Wanton eyes flicked down to see the shaking hand between the omega’s legs, biting your lip. “How are you feeling?”

Chuuya gulped. “You had your fun, can I please piss now?” 

You only laughed, setting a hand on his cheek. “Feisty now, are we? What happened to my sweet, gentle omega?” you goaded with a pout. “No need to be in such a rush, come sit with me.”

Chuuya was more than desperate to find refuge in the bathroom, but your mention of his secondary gender, how and who he’s supposed to be for you, had him crumbling. “S-sorry.”

The watery apology had you giggling. “C’mere, baby.” 

Doing his best to keep his thighs clenched as he followed you the short distance to the couch, he lowered himself slowly next to you. The desire to be a good boy for you, to do as you asked, was strongly rivaled by the overwhelming pressure in his bladder.

“How was work, hm?” you smiled, caressing the soft skin of his cheek. 

“Fine. It was fine.” His words are short and his tone is gravelly. The pressure is building, building, building, and his body is ready to give in at any point. “I really have to pee, honey.” Desperate eyes glanced towards the bathroom door, knowing he could easily make a dash for it, but you would be so disappointed. It of course doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and your excitement only grew.

“Well that’s no good baby,” you pouted, patting your lap. “C’mere, since you clearly had such a bad day, let your alpha make you feel better.” Knowing he’d likely resist, you released soft, musky hormones that always had your omega by the throat. And sure enough, without argument, Chuuya climbs into your lap. 

Back to your chest, you hugged Chuuya close, rocking him side to side. 

“ ‘m sorry you had a bad day at work, sweetheart,” you frowned. “Can I make you feel better?”

By letting me fucking piss, Chuuya thought to himself, but he dared not speak it aloud. Nonetheless, his full bladder quivered. This was miserable.

“ Yer already makin’ me feel so much better,” he chuckled halfheartedly, resting a shaky hand atop your own. The anxious pheromones emanating off him were a stark contrast to his words. You bit your lip.

“I really know what’ll make you feel better.” 

Deft hands circled around Chuuya’s slim waist to unbuckle his patent leather belt. Chuuya’s eyes went wide once he realized your goal.

“No, no, please no, it’s okay, y-you don’t have to, honey, it’s okay,” he groaned, shaky hands trying to push away your own. How disappointing.

“Chuuya.” No other words were needed to halt his desperate actions. 

The omega sat motionless in your lap, back to your chest, as you unzipped his dress pants and slithered a hand down his briefs. Little whines escaped him while he fought the urge to struggle. 

“Aww, this is exactly what my little omega needed to feel better, huh?” 

Despite his best efforts, his omega body couldn’t help but react to your alpha pheromones, cursing the way his cock twitched when you tugged it out of his briefs.

“Ngh- fuck,” he whined, wriggling in your lap. The urge to piss was blinding - he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Especially not when you wrapped a warm, tight hand around his length, pumping it slowly but surely. It was only a matter of time, you knew.

“That’s right baby, give in,” you cooed, pressing gentle kisses to his neck.

Chuuya fought it, fought it hard - he groaned, moaned and whined, overtaken by the insatiable urge to relieve himself while you jerked him off.

It was taking longer than you wanted, though. You had figured the second you touched his small cock he’d be unraveling in your arms, but the omega was putting up a fight. 

“I said give in.” 

An especially hard tug gave you exactly what you wanted.

“Fuck, fuck no!” Chuuya gasped, a hand flying to the tip of his dick to halt the inevitable, but it was exactly that - inevitable. 

Hot liquid spurted out of his tip, spraying the floor and drenching his lap. The stream was steady and seemed to never end, a result of an entire day of holding it. 

Finally, finally you had gotten what you wanted, and your arousal was palpable. You continued to massage his twitching cock as his bladder emptied, prompting the omega to writhe and groan in your lap. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, ‘m so sorry,” Chuuya babbled while his body betrayed him, covering his face with his hands. He couldn’t handle the humiliation of watching himself piss everywhere. Finally, the stream petered out. 

Using your free hand, you tugged his hands away. “It’s okay, Chuu,” you reassured. “Look baby, look at what a mess you made. An absolute mess.”

It was true. A sizable puddle had gathered on the floor, the coffee table dripped, and his lap was a hot mess. Chuuya had no words. His face burned, and he wanted to puke from pure humiliation.

“Did such a good job for your alpha, Chuu. ‘m always here to make you feel better, yeah?”

[toliveforthehopeofitall626]

You sat at the table on your own for a few moments before standing. You had been allowing yourself time to think and decide what it was you wanted to do. Everyone had assured you that it was fine for one person to handle the dishes, but you still didn't feel right about it. So, you were going to do what you thought was right. You picked up your plate and carried it inside the kitchen.

Just as expected, Bakugou was working alone to get all of the dishes done. The sink seemed like it was piled high. Though with this many pack members and a guest that was to be expected and was exactly what you had thought it would be. You carried your plate over and carefully set it with the others in the sink before turning to Bakugou who seemed to be too focused on what he was doing to notice your presence.

"If you're going to stare you can get the hell out." His tone sounded angry, however based on what everyone had told you of him, it must be his normal voice. 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare. I just..." You suddenly were filled with anxiety over talking with the alpha. You had never had this hard of a time with being anxious before, there had to be something wrong with you.

He nearly slammed a plate down into the dishwasher before turning to you. "Well come on, spit it out. I don't have time for this." 

You looked down at the ground. Had this been a mistake? Should you have just left things alone? No, no you were right in your choice. You just had to start being a bit braver. You slowly lifted your head back up to look him directly in the eye. "I came to see if you wanted any help."

"Tch, as if I would need help to do a menial task like dishes." He grumbled as he went back to working. 

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, that's not what I asked. I don't doubt that you can handle something as simple minded as dishes on your own. I asked if you wanted help, not if you needed it smart ass." You responded with some odd newly found confidence you never would have thought you'd have had before. 

Bakugou paused what he was doing again before he sighed and started working again. "Rinse."

"Excuse me?" 

"I said rinse. You can rinse the damn dishes and I'll load the dishwasher." He half mumbled as he stepped aside to make room for you. 

You smiled a bit triumphantly to yourself as you walked over and began helping. It didn't take long with the both of you tag teaming the dishes to get them all finished. You smiled proudly and looked over at Bakugou as he finished closing the dishwasher and turned it on. 

Without a word Bakugou turned and started heading out of the kitchen. You frowned a bit as you watched him. A part of you had hoped that you could have used this time to get to know him. 

"Bakugou, wait." You heard your voice before registering that it came from you. Bakugou stopped and turned back to you, waiting for you to continue. "Thank you... for helping me earlier."

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled and continued to leave. He stopped again just before walking out of the room. "Call me Katsuki." He spoke again before heading off. 

"Katsuki." You smiled a bit to yourself before leaving the kitchen as well and heading back into your room. Why was your heart suddenly starting to race? It was a different feeling from the anxiety you were starting to get used to. 

You thought about it a bit more as you walked into your room and straight into your nest. You may not have had a nest long, but it was already your biggest comfort in your room. You curled up in your nest as your omega purred happily. Thoughts of the other alpha, of Katsuki, filled your head. What was it about him that had you so obsessed in that moment. He was gruff, and a hot head. Hardly did or said anything kind. Outside of him helping you earlier and him telling you to call him Katsuki, everything you had said to you had been rude or condescending. 

You had to admit it was at least a little different from what you were used to. Most others who you had interacted with before meeting this pack had been overly fake. They found out who your family was and did everything they could to stay in good graces or keep up appearances. But this pack... they were all so genuine. And the best part was they all seemed to like you. Well mostly. 

Your thoughts drifted back to Katsuki and what the others had told you about him. How he acted like a jerk to the people he cared for. That was going to make it incredibly difficult to tell if he actually liked you, or simply tolerated your presence to keep the rest of his pack happy. 

For some reason you were begging the universe for the first option. You wanted to tell yourself that it didn't truly matter if this one alpha didn't like you. There would be plenty of people in the world who didn't care about or for you. This was different. You wanted Katsuki to like you. Maybe it was so that you could feel more secure with the rest of his pack? Maybe it was just a new need to be liked... either way you needed to figure this out. You needed to have some girl time. 

You reluctantly got up from your nest and walked back out of your room. You wanted Tsu or Ochaco... heck even Izuku, he may not be a girl, but you felt incredibly comfortable with him. You looked at the doors in the hall and frowned. Which door belonged to who? You were sure Tsu had told you at one point, or maybe Izuku had... either way the knowledge was completely gone from your brain now. Just as you were about to give up, one of the doors in the hall opened. 

[toruscoldjuicers]

The Ultimate Guide to Choosing a Top Rated Cold Press Juicer

In recent years, the popularity of cold press juicers has surged as more people seek healthier lifestyles and nutrient-rich diets. Unlike traditional centrifugal juicers, cold press juicers, also known as masticating juicers, extract juice by crushing and pressing fruits and vegetables. This method preserves more nutrients and enzymes, providing a higher quality juice. If you’re considering investing in a top rated cold press juicer, this guide will help you navigate through the various options and make an informed decision.

Understanding Cold Press Juicers

Cold press juicers operate at a slower speed compared to centrifugal juicers. This slow, masticating process minimizes heat production and oxidation, which helps in retaining the nutritional integrity of the juice. The result is a juice that is richer in vitamins, minerals, and enzymes, offering greater health benefits.

Key Features to Look for in a Top Rated Cold Press Juicer

When choosing a cold press juicer, several factors need to be considered to ensure you get the best value for your investment. Here are some essential features to look for:

1. Juice Yield and Efficiency

One of the main advantages of cold press juicers is their high juice yield. A top rated cold press juicer should efficiently extract juice, leaving behind dry pulp. This ensures that you get the maximum amount of juice from your produce, making it more cost-effective in the long run.

2. Ease of Use and Cleaning

Juicing should be a convenient process, so choose a juicer that is easy to assemble, disassemble, and clean. Look for models with dishwasher-safe parts and a simple design that allows for quick cleaning. Some top rated cold press juicers come with specialized cleaning brushes that make the process even easier.

3. Versatility

A versatile cold press juicer can handle a wide variety of fruits and vegetables, including leafy greens, nuts, and even wheatgrass. Some models also come with attachments for making nut butters, baby food, and frozen desserts. Consider your specific needs and choose a juicer that can handle the range of foods you plan to juice.

4. Noise Level

Cold press juicers generally operate more quietly than centrifugal juicers. However, noise levels can still vary between models. If you prefer a quieter operation, especially if you plan to juice early in the morning or late at night, look for a model known for its low noise output.

5. Durability and Warranty

Investing in a high-quality cold press juicer means you should expect it to last for many years. Check the materials used in construction and opt for models with stainless steel parts, which are more durable. Additionally, a longer warranty period is a good indicator of the manufacturer’s confidence in their product’s durability and reliability.

Top Rated Cold Press Juicer Models

Here are a few examples of top rated cold press juicers that have received high marks from users and experts alike:

1. Omega J8006HDS Nutrition Center

The Omega J8006HDS is a versatile and highly efficient masticating juicer. It is known for its high juice yield, quiet operation, and ease of cleaning. It also comes with multiple attachments for making nut butters, extruding pasta, and grinding coffee beans.

2. Hurom H-AA Slow Juicer

The Hurom H-AA Slow Juicer features an elegant design and is capable of producing high-quality juice with minimal oxidation. It operates quietly and is easy to clean, with parts that are BPA-free and dishwasher-safe. The Hurom H-AA is also versatile, handling a wide range of fruits and vegetables.

3. Tribest GSE-5000 Greenstar Elite

The Tribest Greenstar Elite is a twin-gear juicer known for its superior juice extraction and nutrient retention. It operates at a low speed to reduce heat and oxidation, ensuring that the juice stays fresh for longer. It’s slightly more complex to clean but offers excellent performance and durability.

Conclusion

Choosing a top rated cold press juicer involves considering factors such as juice yield, ease of use, versatility, noise level, and durability. By understanding these features and evaluating different models, you can find a juicer that meets your needs and helps you achieve your health goals.

[easy-steps-for-health-care]

How to Grow Your Nails

Introduction

Taking care of your nails is not just about aesthetics; it's an essential part of maintaining overall health and hygiene. Your nails can provide clues about your well-being, and proper care can prevent issues like brittleness, discoloration, or infections. In this article, we'll explore how to nurture healthy nails through a comprehensive care routine.

Understanding Nail Health

Nails serve more than just decorative purposes; they protect the sensitive tips of our fingers and toes. The nail plate, the visible part of the nail, is made of keratin—a protein that also forms our hair and outer skin layers. Below the nail plate lies the nail bed, rich in blood vessels, which nourish the growing nail. Understanding this anatomy helps appreciate the importance of nail care.

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Daily Nail Care Routine

Start with gentle cleaning using a soft brush and mild soap, ensuring dirt and bacteria are removed without damaging the nail. Dry thoroughly to prevent moisture-related issues like fungal infections. Moisturize regularly, focusing on the cuticles to keep them supple and prevent painful hangnails.

Nail Trimming and Shaping

Invest in high-quality nail clippers or manicure scissors to trim nails straight across, then gently file the edges to smooth them. Avoid cutting too close to the skin to prevent painful ingrown nails. Experiment with various shapes like oval, square, or almond to find what suits you best.

Healthy Nail Diets and Supplements

Maintain a balanced diet rich in nutrients that promote nail health, such as protein, biotin, zinc, and omega-3 fatty acids. Foods like eggs, nuts, leafy greens, and salmon can strengthen nails. Consider supplements under the guidance of a healthcare professional if you struggle to meet these dietary needs.

Avoiding Nail Damage

Protect your nails from excessive moisture by wearing gloves during chores like dishwashing. Avoid using nails as tools for opening cans or scratching surfaces. Steer clear of harsh chemicals in cleaning products that can weaken nails over time.

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Managing Nail Conditions

Brittle nails, yellowing, or fungal infections are common issues that can be managed with proper care. Keep nails dry and clean, and consider specialized treatments like nail hardeners or antifungal creams. Persistent or severe problems should be addressed by a dermatologist.

Nail Polish and Cosmetic Care

If you enjoy nail polish, opt for brands that are free of harmful chemicals like formaldehyde or toluene. Use a base coat to protect nails and a gentle polish remover to avoid drying them out. Allow nails to rest periodically without polish to prevent discoloration or weakening.

Conclusion

By incorporating these practices into your routine, you'll not only maintain beautiful nails but also promote their strength and health. Remember, healthy nails are a reflection of overall well-being, so treat them with care and attention they deserve. A little effort goes a long way in nurturing strong, beautiful nails that you can proudly flaunt.

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[health-care-team]

How to Grow Your Nails Fast

Introduction

Long, healthy nails have been an enduring symbol of beauty and vitality across cultures for centuries. However, achieving those coveted lengthy nails can often feel like an elusive goal. Many factors influence the rate at which our nails grow, and understanding these dynamics is crucial in our quest for nail perfection.

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Proper Nail Care

The foundation of fast nail growth lies in proper nail care practices. Keeping your nails clean and dry is essential, as moisture can weaken nails and make them prone to breakage. Gentle nail care products, such as non-acetone nail polish remover and mild soaps, are preferable to harsh alternatives. Additionally, regular moisturizing with a nourishing hand cream helps maintain nail flexibility and prevents brittleness. Lastly, avoiding exposure to harsh chemicals found in cleaning agents and beauty products is paramount for promoting healthy nail growth.

Balanced Diet and Hydration

It's often said that beauty starts from within, and the same holds true for nail growth. A balanced diet rich in essential nutrients is vital for promoting strong, fast-growing nails. Key nutrients such as protein, vitamins A and C, iron, and zinc play pivotal roles in nail health. Additionally, staying well-hydrated ensures that nails receive an adequate supply of moisture, contributing to their strength and flexibility.

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Nail Supplements

For those looking to give their nail growth a boost, supplements can be a valuable addition to their regimen. Biotin, also known as vitamin B7, is renowned for its role in promoting healthy hair, skin, and nails. Other supplements, such as collagen peptides and omega-3 fatty acids, may also support nail growth and strength when taken as part of a balanced diet.

Gentle Nail Practices

Avoiding activities that can cause nail damage is crucial for fostering rapid nail growth. This includes using proper filing techniques—opting for a fine-grit file and avoiding back-and-forth sawing motions, which can weaken nails. Limiting exposure to water and harsh chemicals, such as those found in dishwashing detergents, can also prevent nail dehydration and breakage.

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Stimulating Nail Growth

Stimulating the nail bed through gentle massage can help improve blood circulation to the nails, promoting faster growth. Additionally, incorporating nail strengthening treatments into your routine, such as keratin-based formulas, can fortify nails and reduce breakage. Nail growth serums and oils containing ingredients like argan oil or vitamin E can also nourish the nails and encourage healthy growth.

Healthy Lifestyle Habits

Maintaining overall health and well-being is essential for supporting optimal nail growth. Managing stress levels through relaxation techniques such as meditation or yoga can prevent stress-induced nail damage. Prioritizing adequate sleep allows the body time to repair and regenerate, benefiting nail health. Furthermore, regular exercise improves blood circulation, delivering essential nutrients to the nails and promoting growth.

Protecting Nails from Damage

Preventing external damage is as important as nurturing nail health from within. Wearing gloves while performing chores like washing dishes or gardening shields nails from exposure to water and abrasive materials. When using nail polish and remover, opting for acetone-free formulas minimizes drying and damage. Additionally, protecting nails from extreme temperatures, such as cold winter air or hot styling tools, helps maintain their strength and integrity.

Patience and Consistency

It's essential to remember that nail growth is a gradual process that requires patience and consistency. Understanding the natural nail growth cycle—where nails grow an average of 1/8 inch per month—can temper expectations. Consistently following a nail care routine tailored to your needs ensures that nails receive the care they need to grow long and strong.

Consulting a Professional

For individuals experiencing persistent nail growth issues or seeking personalized advice, consulting a dermatologist or nail technician is recommended. These professionals can assess your nail health and provide targeted treatments or recommendations tailored to your unique needs. Professional treatments, such as nail strengthening procedures or specialized nail growth serums, may offer solutions for stubborn nail growth challenges.

In conclusion, achieving fast nail growth requires a multifaceted approach that encompasses proper nail care, nutrition, lifestyle habits, and, when needed, professional guidance. By implementing these strategies and maintaining patience and consistency, you can cultivate long, healthy nails that are the envy of all.

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Worlds Worst Headache

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g0sJYb1 by Clownery_and_Fuckery [Set after Last Conversations] Romar thought he had his hands full with ONE longterm patient. Just wait until he's introduced to another. Words: 8726, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English Series: Part 9 of Bad Batch: Modern AU Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Romar Adell, CT-5385 | Tup, CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-5597 | Jesse, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-6922 | Dogma, Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), Royce Hemlock, Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), I think theres more.... idk, Phee Genoa Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Tech, CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Commander Mayday, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Clone Trooper Tech, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives & CT-5385 | Tup, CT-5385 | Tup & Clone Trooper Tech, CT-6922 | Dogma & CT-5385 | Tup, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives & CT-5597 | Jesse, Clone Trooper Hunter & Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Romar Adell & Clone Trooper Tech, Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Rescue Missions, Canon-Typical Violence, Hospitals, Abuse, Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Cody is a sweetheart of a brother ok argue with the wall, Mayday and Crosshair are best friends for life, Tup and Fives are siblings, Dogma Deserves Better (Star Wars), Autistic Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives are Twins, Tech Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech Whump (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Commander Mayday Lives (Star Wars), Everyone lives ok, CT-5385 | Tup Needs a Hug, Good Friend CT-5385 | Tup, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives is a Good Bro, Protective CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Good Sibling Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech and Tup are best friends too DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME, Also PheeTech are star crossed lovers.... because no one is THAT into dishwashing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g0sJYb1

[myntramiller]

How Juicing with Omega NC900HDC Juicer is Beneficial

Juicing with the Omega NC900HDC Juicer brings several benefits to your juicing experience. Here are some ways in which using this juicer can be beneficial:

Maximum Nutrition Retention: The slow masticating process of the NC900HDC helps preserve the natural enzymes, vitamins, and minerals present in fruits and vegetables. This ensures that your juices are packed with essential nutrients, promoting optimal health and well-being.

High Juice Yield: The NC900HDC is known for its excellent juice extraction capabilities. It effectively extracts juice from a wide range of ingredients, including leafy greens, hard vegetables, and soft fruits, resulting in a higher juice yield. This means you get more juice from the same amount of produce, reducing waste and maximizing the value of your ingredients.

Versatility in Ingredients: The NC900HDC is versatile and can handle a variety of produce, including both soft and hard ingredients. It excels at juicing leafy greens like kale, spinach, and wheatgrass, which are packed with essential nutrients. Additionally, you can experiment with different fruit and vegetable combinations to create customized juices according to your taste preferences and nutritional needs.

Quiet Operation: The low-speed motor of the NC900HDC ensures quiet operation. This is particularly advantageous for those who prefer a peaceful juicing experience, especially in the mornings or when juicing in noise-sensitive environments.

Easy Clean-Up: The NC900HDC is designed with ease of cleaning in mind. Its parts are easily detachable, and many components are dishwasher-safe, making the cleaning process quick and convenient. This saves you time and effort, allowing you to enjoy your freshly made juices without the hassle of extensive cleanup.

Durable and Long-Lasting: The NC900HDC is built to be durable and long-lasting. It is constructed with high-quality materials that can withstand regular use. Investing in a reliable and robust juicer like the NC900HDC ensures that you can enjoy its benefits for an extended period.

Enjoyment of Fresh and Flavorful Juices: Juicing with the NC900HDC allows you to enjoy fresh, homemade juices bursting with vibrant flavors. You have control over the ingredients, ensuring that you can create personalized juice combinations that suit your taste preferences and dietary requirements.

By juicing with the Omega NC900HDC Juicer, you can experience the advantages of maximum nutrition retention, high juice yield, versatility, quiet operation, easy clean-up, and the pleasure of enjoying freshly made juices tailored to your preferences. It is a reliable and efficient juicer that supports a healthy lifestyle and makes juicing a convenient and enjoyable part of your routine.

[newcastlerepairs]

newcastlerepairs | Wholesale Appliance Supplies | Appliance Repairs and Services

Wholesale Appliance Supplies

With over 30 years in the appliance repairs and spare parts industry, here at New Castle repairs Wholesale Appliance Supplies, located in Newcastle, we know a thing or two about appliances.

Appliance Repairs and Services

Servicing a wide variety of appliances for all the major brands, our qualified technicians are experienced, efficient, and have extensive knowledge of the appliance industry. So, if your appliance needs a service or repair, give us a call on  02 4935 2222. All repairs come with 12-month warranty on parts fitted during your service call.

Appliances We Service:

Washing Machines // Stoves // Fridges // Ovens // Cooktops // Dishwashers // Dryers // Air Conditioners 

Brands We Service:

Chef // Westinghouse // Simpson // Kelvinator // Electrolux // LG // Samsung // Fisher & Paykel // Smeg // Blanco // Omega // Whirlpool // AEG // Technika // Beko // and many more

Appliance Repairs and Services

Not only do we repair/service appliances, but we are also one of the country’s leading spare parts distributors.

We offer an extensive range of spare parts from most of the major brands and supply genuine spare parts to retail, trade, and wholesale customers. We have a large customer base which enables us to carry thousands of line items to reduce waiting times. We carry a huge range of spare parts in store, so we are bound to meet your needs. Newcastle repairs is a reliable and efficient repair service provider in Australia. We specialize in repairing Air conditioners, Washing machines, dishwashers, Fridges, and more. Contact us today for all your repair needs.

Call us on 02 4935 2222 for all your spare part needs.

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Westinghouse Fridge Spare Parts | Geelong Appliance Spares

Westinghouse is a household name and they are responsible for some of the greatest innovations in domestic appliances. From the first room air conditioners in the 1930’s to the automatic defrost refrigerators of the 1950’s. This is a great company with many successes under their belt, and they continue to produce high quality fridges and freezers that help Australian’s get the job done.

A common problem that occurs with Westinghouse fridges is the bottom freezer not getting cold. This can often be caused by a faulty evaporator fan that isn’t moving the refrigerant around the system. The best thing to do is to contact your local appliance repairer to have this checked out and replaced if needed. This will usually solve the problem and save you the cost of a new appliance.

Another issue that can arise is the fresh food drawer becoming hard to open or close. The problem could be that the fresh food drawer slide rail is damaged or worn out. This is a simple repair that can be completed with a screwdriver. If you’re having problems with this part then you should replace it to prevent further damage to your fresh food drawer.

The crisper cover front support keeps the crisper shelf in place and mounts to the inside of your cabinet wall. This is a white plastic part that can start to wear out over time. Replacing this can help with opening and closing the crisper door, but you’ll need to remove your crisper and shelf before you begin. This is a simple DIY repair that can be done with a small flat blade screwdriver, a putty knife and a soft hammer.

A fridge that is constantly running or not cooling could be due to a faulty defrost timer. The 120 V defrost timer is a genuine OEM part that acts like a clock and cycles through a cooling and defrost setting to maintain the desired temperature in your fridge. It’s important to note that this is a highly sensitive part, and it can easily be affected by external factors like vibration or electromagnetic interference.

Other common fridge repairs include replacing the water filter, the ice maker dripping or not making ice and the ice tray not sealing properly. These are all fairly easy to fix and shouldn’t take you more than an hour to complete. It’s also important to disconnect the power to your fridge before beginning any repairs. You should also have a multimeter on hand to check for any voltage issues that might arise during the process. You should also be sure to remove the fridge from its hinges before starting the repairs. This will make the job easier and reduce the risk of injury or electrical shock. If you need any help repairing your Westinghouse fridge then please don’t hesitate to give us a call! Our fully secure online store is one of the largest in Australia, and we can dispatch all of your fridge spare parts directly to you.

[calder]

RADIOACTIVE (SYNTH COURIER THEORY PART 3/FALLOUT THEME) - §W❍ЯD☭UE§⚚

this is a song about fallout lyrics and sample credits:

(Private ownership of property, the profit motive, and the competitive, open market.) (Yes, those are the three great pillars. Private ownership diffuses the wealth and economic power over the very widest area… over our whole population… and makes our people independent. Masters of their own lives.) (The profit motive, as we have learned, is active in all human behavior.) (And the open, competitive market is where the consumer is king.)

WELCOME BACK TO THE CRATER WHERE IT ALL STARTED I'LL ALLOW YOU TO INTERRUPT MY REST ALONGSIDE THE DEPARTED GUESS IT'S BEEN AN AWFUL LONG TIME SINCE ANYBODY WITH AN INTACT MIND TOOK THE TROUBLE TO TRY TO TRACK ME DOWN I HOPE YOU'LL PARDON THE RUBBLE I DON'T GET A LOT OF GUESTS THIS FAR IN THE WASTES I COULD TELL BY THE HOLES IN YOUR ARMS AND THE STATE OF YOUR FACES YOU DIDN'T COME HERE TO FUCK AROUND WHAT DO YOU NEED DEARS?

I AM ALEXANDRIA I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AND I ALWAYS WILL BE DROWNING AT THE BOTTOM OF A DRY LAKE TIL THE FIRE IN THE SKY TAKES ME BACK HOME CAUSE I AM THE OMEGA AND I AM THE BEGINNING AND I AM THE DOUBT IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND WHEN YOU'RE WINNING AND YOU CAN'T SHAKE THE FEELING THAT YOU SHOULDN'T EXIST IN THE FIRST PLACE

DO YOU FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR SKIN CELLS GLOW? CAN YOU FEEL IT IN YOUR CORE ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR SYSTEMS BLOW?

(RADIOACTIVE, WE'RE RADIOACTIVE)

(THIS IS A BAD EXPERIMENT/WE ARE BAD PEOPLE/[unintelligible]/URANIUM FEVER HAS GONE AND GOT ME DOWN)

SOMETHIN MIGHTY INSIDIOUS SLEEPIN UNDER YONDER HILL NOW I'M CHARGIN YALL TO REMEMBER THIS CAUSE IF YOU DON'T NOBODY WILL THE NAME SHE TOOK WAS AMERICA AND WE FIDDLED AS SHE BURNED NOW HER FIREBIRDS THREATEN TO AWAKEN FOR SHE RESENTS THE WORLD YET TURNED

DO YOU FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR SKIN CELLS GLOW? CAN YOU FEEL IT IN YOUR CORE ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR SYSTEMS BLOW?

THIS IS A LOVE SONG TO THE RUBBLE WE BEEN BUILDING AND TO EVERYTHING BROKEN OR BREAKIN OR FALLIN APART LIKE WE ARE AND EVERY JUNKIE PLOTTIN REVOLUTION AND EVERY MUTANT WHO LIVES IN THE RUINS GOT ME WAITIN FOR SOMETHIN MORE IS THIS THE END OF THE WORLD HOW CAN YOU EVER REALLY BE SURE

THIS IS A BAD EXPERIMENT AND WE ARE BAD PEOPLE WELCOME HOME THIS IS A LOVE SONG

(Number Seven: Strive constantly for spiritual growth. We, as individuals, can push the world along towards mankind's highest destiny… if each of us will make the welfare of his fellow man his first concern, and if each of us will apply the principle of God's truth to our political and economic affairs.)

(And if the blushing bride should teach us anything)

_______

██bg: █seamonster - these bones ██lyrics: █imagine dragons - radioactive █wingnut dishwashers' union - love song █ross scott - freeman's mind episode 3 ██samples: █lake rtriangledio - i've been gone █all in all - nerevar rising surf version █imagine dragons - radioactive █ross scott - freeman's mind episode 3 █additional original lyrics and instrumentation

[my-home-is-within-the-stars]

Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: (Genderless) Shepard x Garrus Vakarian

Word count: 1508

Warnings: just the tiniest bit of dirty thoughts. Also cursing.

Summary: After your first kiss with Garrus, you become busy with the demands. Husks and Cerberus keeping your attention. Then you're off to bed. Rinse and repeat. There's finally a break in the system when everyone can catch their breath. Garrus comes to you during this time.

Author notes: I guess this could be a part two of the First Contact. I'm just writing from these prompts I found. For Garrus, Yautja, and Khonshu.

Ao3

It had been days since your first kiss with Garrus. A soft smile gracing your lips at the thought of it again. That twinkle in his blue eyes as he stared down at you. So much loved filled the orbs when he did. Fuck, you loved him. A lot.

Battles and fights had interrupted any quiet time between the two of you. Fighting husks and the bunch made you exhausted down to the bone. By the end of the day, it was an uphill struggle to keep your eyes open long enough to get back to your room. Mordin was starting to worry about you. Well, everyone was.

Today though, was the first day in over a week that you finally can rest. Half of the day had been taken over by you passed out in your somewhat comfortable bed. Now with twenty hours of sleep under your belt, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and entered the kitchen. A couple crew members lumbered about, doing rounds.

On the other hand, for you, you stopped in front of the refrigerator and peered in. There was leftovers from yesterday. But, your stomach wasn’t calling for that. No, it seemed feverish for something sweet but not very sugary. However that works.

Red cubs of what looked to be watermelon caught your attention. Perfect. Either that or grapes. Speak of the devil. You also snatched the oversized bowl of grapes as well. Not unhealthy so Mordin won’t scold you but it also would quell that hunger inside of you.

The fruits were placed into a small bowl; the rest returned back to the fridge. Your lower back rested against the counter as you gazed blankly at the Normandy’s floor.

People passed by, none of them would say anything. Not that you were paying attention is they were. Your mind far away in a different galaxy. There wasn’t a thought between your eyes though. Just you and the quietness inside.

When your hand didn’t scoop any fruit up three times, you snapped out of your thoughts and found the bowl empty. Oh. Your stomach felt mildly full, enough that it wouldn’t bother you for the rest of the day. Most likely. That’s when you placed the bowl in the dishwasher and lumbered your way back to your room.

The two doors slid back to reveal an empty cabin. With a deep sigh, you sat down on the big bed, elbows supported by your thighs. The blanket wrinkled below you.

Without meaning to, your gaze shifted over to a spot less than five feet away from you. An all too familiar face appeared inside of your brain. His scared face something you could never forget. Even after death takes you far from this world. He’ll always be there. The little twitches of mandibles; his wonderful voice; being the second-best sniper on this ship.

Your lips tingle as a reminder. They lifted up. One of your fingers soothed over the soft tissue like Garrus was kissing you again. You’ve gotten a small taste and wanted to devour him. The way he warned you. What would’ve he done if you continued? Pin you to the wall and fuck you, hard and deep?

Strangely enough, you couldn’t truly see him full out rough with you. He does have a fuck boy aura to him after Omega but when it came to you, you just couldn’t see it. There was a softness left in him you wished to hold and nourish the hell out of him.

Nevertheless… how would it all work out. There’s very, very few interspecies coupling known let alone researched about. You didn’t want to flail about without a clue on how to couple with him. You wanted your first moment to be special, with little mistakes as possible. Soon, you’ll have to do research about the situation.

Fuck, you wanted him but you had to take it slow or you would scare him off.

Later on, you propped your feet up on the bed, back flat on the ground. This position seemed to be the only one that helped you with back pain. Like mentioned earlier, this bed wasn’t all that comfortable. It did its job okay.

As the pain faded away, almost on the edge of falling asleep, there was a quiet knock at the door. With your eyes closed, you called for that person to enter. Your position was the last thing on your mind at that moment.

Soft footsteps entered after the door opened and grew closer. “Shepard?” an all too familiar voice questioned. Garrus. You hummed without moving, finally feeling relaxed and content. “Are you alright?” So sweet of him.

“Yeah. My back was hurting,” you explained and stretched your arms up towards the ceiling. Garrus moved closer and held one of your hands. “What are you up to?” It wasn’t unusual for him to visit, but you felt the need to ask him. Your cabin was entirely on a different floor than everyone else’s. It’s not like he was in the neighborhood.

Garrus made a noise of empathy then laid his hardened lips on your fingers. “I can try my best at a back massage,” he offered and pulled back. You smile gently up at him, eyes still closed but knew he was staring at you.

“Please, anything would help,” you begged; your free hand rested on top of his. There was a chance you could get up easily, you were just afraid it might hurt a lot. Plus, he was strong and you liked to see him work.

“Of course.” He released your hands and stepped back but stopped at your high-pitched whine. “What’s wrong?”

The partial reason you wanted his help was how lazy you were being right now. “Help me up, please,” you pleaded with the alien, finally opening your eyes.

His handsome face greeted you, mandibles twitching as your gazes’ locked onto one another. Garrus wore a causal shirt and pants, not showing much of his skin. Not as much as you wanted to explore. But that was for another time.

Garrus chuckled, stood above, and grabbed your hands. You moved so your feet were back on the ground, between his legs. Unfortunately, your back sprouted with pain with the movement. “Ready?” Truly, you weren’t but here goes nothing. You nodded and braced for him to yank you up.

Instead, the turian pulled you up gentle, but enough for you to be a little unsteady on your feet. You accidentally bump into his chest but stayed there, eyes gazing up at him. The blue that made up his orbs seemed to sparkle in the low light. You hesitantly reached out a hand and placed it on the not scared side of his face. From what you’ve heard, it still hurts to this day. Maybe he shouldn’t catch rockets with his face.

Your other hand curled around the front lip of his carapace. It was strong and sturdy underneath your grasp. Unlike last time, you take the first dive and pulled him to you.

Soft against hard lips pressed against one another. Garrus was the one to lick at yours first and gained entrance to your mouth. Both of yours played with one another. Your eyes drifted closed at you melted into the feeling he caused to rush through your veins.

When the call for oxygen grew too great to ignore, you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. The biggest of smiles appeared on your face as his own mandibles lifted in the same style. “I’ve missed you,” you spoke softly, eye opening to find him with his closed. That only made you fall further for him.

He carefully nuzzled your forehead with his. Your eyes shutting once more. “Me too. I’m glad we have a moment to ourselves.” You hummed in agreement and enjoyed the serene moment between you two.

After an unknown amount of time, Garrus chuckled softly to himself. You made a puzzled noise. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror. But here we are,” he explained. You laughed as well at his words. But then a blush overtook your cheeks. He’s been wanting to ask you out. You knew he loved you back. That new knowledge solidifies everything.

“If nothing comes up for the next two days, we can have some shore leave back on the Citadel? You can ask me out then,” you offered and stroke his cheek. He nuzzled up to your hand with a minute purr, barely heard over the ship’s engine.

“That would be perfect.” It was a done deal then. The two of you have unofficially made date plans. Only thing, you prayed no one would mess that up for you. If someone did, you would happily fight them then hide their body.

You kissed his cheek again, loving his reaction. This turian was going to be the death of you, you could tell this already. “Now about that back massage…” Like you were going to forget about that!

[goldenraeofsun]

A/b/o + celebrities and/or coffee shop 👀

Thanks so much for the prompt, Julesy, and I'm so sorry for the long wait! Part II should be up in the next few days, but hopefully this beginning 7k will satisfy for the time being 😘

Castiel is elbow-deep in suds when Jo plunks a medium to-go cup on the edge of the sink. “Thank you?” he says, bemused.

“It’s not for you, doofus,” Jo says, rolling her eyes. “There’s a customer out back,” she jerks her head towards the service exit that leads to the alley where they dump their trash and Ruby takes her furtive smoke breaks. “I need you to take this to him.”

“Out back?” Castiel repeats dubiously, craning his neck to catch sight of their on-site baker, Benny, who is busy kneading focaccia dough for tomorrow’s sandwiches. Benny, full of southern politeness, doesn’t give any indication he’s eavesdropping.

Jo gives Castiel a short nod, her alpha scent flaring with irritation. “I’d take it out there myself, but he always talks my ear off, and Kevin still can’t draw a latte art that doesn’t look like a dick, so…”

Castiel frowns but nods, and Jo’s expression eases once she doesn't hear a challenge to her request. Still, he has to ask, “But why doesn’t he order at the counter like a normal customer?”

Jo takes a step back towards the door. “You’ll see. Just… don’t make a big deal of it.”

“A big deal of what?” Castiel calls to her, but she’s already disappeared out to the front of the cafe.

Castiel sighs and wipes his hands on a dish towel. He picks up the drink, sniffing curiously.

He nearly gags at the strong aroma of brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and apples all on top of espresso and milk. They definitely don’t serve that on the menu. Admittedly, Castiel hasn’t memorized the list of hot drinks they serve at Hunter’s Cafe, but this is an assault on anyone with a nose. He’s been their busboy and dishwasher for six months since his second year as a graduate student began, and Jo has only let him mind the counter three times, all as far from peak time as she could get.

But a job is a job. Holding the drink, he shoulders open the back door.

“Hey - oh, you’re not Jo,” a familiar voice says.

Castiel stops dead in his tracks because, despite the sunglasses, the baseball hat, and hunched shoulders, Dean Winchester is unmistakable.

Away from the limelight, Dean apparently favors soft-looking flannels over worn tee shirts and jeans. In one hand, he holds a half depleted sheaf of french fries. Stunned, Castiel doesn't immediately hand over the reason for his appearance.

“Whatever, is that mine?” Dean demands, zeroing in on Castiel’s cup.

Still beyond speech, Castiel dumbly hands the affront to coffee over.

After a muttered thanks, Dean takes a long drink. “Christ, this tastes even better than normal.”

Castiel inhales a surreptitious breath. It’s not every day one gets to catch the scent of Hollywood’s omega darling.

Not that anyone would know Dean's secondary gender just by looking at him. Dean stands a few inches taller than the average male omega - he has nearly an inch of height on Castiel, and Castiel is the dictionary definition of standard alpha physique.

While Castiel might not be Dean’s most knowledgeable fan, he hasn’t been living under a rock for the past five years. It was all over the papers when Dean was cast in his first alpha role. Dean wasn’t the first omega actor to do so, but he was certainly the most prominent. Castiel’s sister, Anna, an actual fan, spent a memorable dinner ranting about how all the prejudiced reporters on the press tour. Apparently they only asked Dean about the diet and exercise routine that transform into a “real” alpha, while, in the next round, his alpha castmates fielded questions about their characters’ moral code and complex development.

But, in the alley behind Hunter’s Café, Castiel’s nose is completely overwhelmed by the fryers of the fast food restaurant next door, the set of dumpsters directly to his right, and the almost offensively apple coffee Dean is currently drinking like his life depends on it. Dean could smell like old gym socks for all Castiel can tell.

“Where’s Jo?” Dean asks once he resurfaces. He jams a few fries in his mouth. Before he's finished chewing, he sucks down some more latte in an unholy taste combination.

“Busy,” Castiel replies. “We have a new hire, and so far Kevin can only draw genitalia on lattes instead of flowers.”

Dean guffaws, nearly inhaling his drink. Swearing unrepentantly, he takes his sunglasses off and rubs at his temple with his free hand. “Christ, I’m too hungover to laugh like that.” He squints over at Castiek before sliding the sunglasses back on his face.

Castiel stares. “If you’re hungover, why are you here at -” he checks his watch “-seven in the morning?”

Dean slurps at his fruity latte before he answers. “Got a meeting at nine. This,” he says, brandishing his mostly empty cup, “and a large fries are the cure.” His hands occupied, Dean ducks his head to fish a single fry out and holds it like a cigarette between his lips.

“That sounds disgusting,” Castiel says, aghast.

Dean inches the rest of the fry into his mouth. “Don't knock it ‘til you try it,” he says with a wink.

Cas blushes.

“Hey,” Dean says, a new thought coming to him, “What’s your name?”

Taken aback by the question, he answers, “Castiel.”

Dean mouths his name once, his brow furrowing at the new syllables. With a small shrug of capitulation he says, “Well, Cas, thanks for the drink.” He toasts him one before tipping the cup all the way back, draining it.

“You’re welcome, Dean.”

Dean grins. “I couldn't tell if you recognized me or not.”

“I did,” Castiel says, clearly unnecessarily.

Amused, Dean throws him a long, considering look. “You’ve got one hell of a poker face.” He unceremoniously shovels the rest of the fries in his mouth and balls up the wrapper. He tosses it with practiced ease into the waiting dumpster.

“Thank you?” Cas says, nonplussed.

“Thank you,” Dean says, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. “You’re the one who saved my hide.” He sidles forward and shoves a bill into Castiel’s slack hand. Without another word, he takes off out of the alley and onto the street.

Once he’s out of sight, Castiel unclenches his hand. Dean tipped him ten dollars.

* * *

“How is this even more pungent than last time?” Castiel demands, nose wrinkling as he sets a now clean muffin tin back on the shelf. It’s been a week since he met Dean Winchester, and hadn’t gotten so much as a whiff of apple pie since then.

He is alone with Jo in the kitchen, since Benny’s early morning shift ends at eleven.

“I added a caramel drizzle,” Jo says, her scent rising with her self-satisfaction.

Castiel stares at her in horror. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“’Cause I’m trying to see what his limit is, and so far - nothing,” Jo says, shrugging. “Get to it. He’s real grouchy if you make him wait too long.”

“And why aren’t you taking it to him?” Castiel says, eyebrows rising. “Kevin’s moved onto multiple hearts now. Admittedly, his first one looked like a labia, but he’s gotten much better.”

“But Ruby didn’t show up, so we’re short staffed,” Jo says shortly. Outside, Kevin yells something indistinguishable though the kitchen door, and Jo winces.

Castiel takes the latte.

Just like last time, Dean is waiting, wearing a different flannel but the same jeans with the hole above the left knee. He abandoned the sunglasses, since the clouds overhead cast the whole alley in shade. They’re hanging from the vee of his shirt collar, pulling the fabric down a tempting extra inch.

Unfortunately, the fast food restaurant next door must have just taken out the trash last night, since the alley reeks of stale bread and rotting fish patties.

Castiel lets the door slam behind him, unable to hold back his corresponding smile as Dean lights up as he sees him.

“Thank god,” Dean says as he reaches for the latte. “I was starting to think Jo was gonna stiff me.”

“We’re short staffed at the moment,” Castiel says apologetically, “so you got me again.”

Dean eyes him over the lid of his cup. “Not a downside from where I’m standin’,” he drawls.

Castiel has no idea how to respond to that, so he doesn’t. Dean can’t mean it like Castiel thinks he does. He’s an actor, feeding people lines is the dictionary definition of his job. Instead Castiel asks, “No french fries this time?” because he’s not nearly ready to leave yet.

“Already ate ’em, while I was waiting,” Dean says dismissively.

Castiel shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry.”

“No harm, no foul,” Dean says with a little grin. “I got my caffeine fix eventually, and that’s what I really care about.”

“You look remarkably more put together than last time,” Castiel says as he leans against the doorway, watching Dean sip at his drink.

“Didn’t drink as much,” Dean says with a grin. He tips back his cup and takes a long pull. “Fries can only get you halfway there. Christ, that’s the stuff.”

Castiel can’t help but make a face. The latte smells horrendous; it can’t taste that much better.

“What?” Dean asks, eyes narrowing.

Castiel probably shouldn’t tell Dean what is exactly on his mind. Castiel has found very few people appreciate his default brand of honesty - Hunter’s Café customers, especially. But Dean isn’t technically his customer - he’s Jo’s - and Castiel has reached the point in his life where he doesn’t need to hang onto people who don’t like him and vice versa. Dean isn’t even providing extra publicity for the establishment, since he’s getting serviced in the alley behind the kitchen.

Technically, Castiel needs a celebrity acquaintance as much as he needs a free bag of cat food (he doesn’t have a cat).

But he does like having one.

A celebrity acquaintance, that is. Cats are inherently suspicious.

Reluctantly, Castiel says, “I can’t imagine that latte tastes very good.”

To his surprise, instead of demanding Jo bring him his coffee from now on, Dean laughs. “Not a fan of apple pie?”

“Not in my coffee.”

Dean takes an obnoxiously loud slurp. “I think it’s delicious.”

“I think your taste buds must be severely incapacitated.”

Dean waggles the near empty cup in front of Castiel’s face in what must be an enticing manner to someone with no sense of smell or taste. “Wanna try?”

Castiel valiantly holds back his recoil. “No, thank you.”

But Dean’s genial expression doesn’t waver. “‘M feeling pretty much human again, so it’s up for grabs.”

“I’d sooner lick the dumpster,” Castiel blurts before he can filter himself.

Dean whistles, rocking back on his heels. “Harsh.”

Castiel sighs. Honesty was a mistake. He mutters, embarrassed, “I’m just not a very big fan of sweets.”

“No?”

“I’ve been living with my cousin while in graduate school at Columbia,” he explains, his tone apologetic for his earlier comment, “and he has a horrendous sweet tooth. I don’t think he’s ever seen a carrot that wasn’t in a cake first.”

A wide grin splits Dean’s face. He laughs.

What Castiel wouldn’t give to scent Dean’s joy for himself. “He would probably love that latte,” Castiel continues wryly.

“Probably,” Dean agrees. He taps his fingers against the sides of the cup as he asks, “So you’re in school? For what?”

“Do you really want to know?” Castiel asks seriously. He’s had too many conversations with strangers and casual friends who have asked the exact same question and regretted asking it almost immediately.

Dean ducks his head. “I don’t know any graduate students, and I,” he breaks off, his cheeks going pink, “I never went to college, so I have no idea what it means.” He sucks on the dregs of his latte, gaze dropping to the vicinity of Castiel’s knees.

“Oh,” Castiel says, feeling lighter. “In that case, I’m studying ethnomusicology.”

Dean’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Are you fucking with me? That doesn’t sound real.”

“It’s a legitimate area of study,” Castiel assures him. “I research music as it pertains to culture and diverse elements of social life. Ethnomusicology focuses not only on the music itself, but music as a social process, as a medium for humans to relate to each other. In short, it examines how music functions in a particular society.”

To Castiel’s surprise, Dean doesn’t get the glazed-over look most people do when he explains his field of study. “So what kind of music are you talking about?”

Now it’s Castiel’s turn to flush. His colleagues, while they respect his academic reputation, have nearly all looked down on his chosen object of study. “One of the main tenets of ethnomusicology is a global perspective on music-”

“What, like Tibetan throat-singing?” Dean interrupts. At Castiels’ stare, he explains quickly, “Sammy had a phase.”

Castiel chuckles. “Yes, I do know a professor at Cornell who is studying just that. But my focus is much closer to home. I study,” he inhales a small breath, “tribute bands.”

Dean’s mouth twitches. “What.”

“Tribute bands offer a fascinating definition of the nature of performance, the difference between authenticity and identity,” Castiel says, already on the defensive. He can already hear his voice trying to fall into his usual academic patterns, and tries to rein himself in, “and historical consciousness in popular music. Here -” He pulls out his phone.

Dean listens in complete silence to Yellow Dubmarine’s cover of I Want You.

“Anyway,” Castiel coughs, embarrassed he made Dean sit through all that, “I also teach Rock and Roll from the 1950s to 1980s. There is a great deal of crossover with my specialty since most tribute bands recreate acts from the 60s to the 80s.”

“Dude,” Dean says in a rush, “if you think that makes you less interesting, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Castiel blinks.

“What bands are we talkin’ about?” he asks eagerly. “More Beatles? The Stones? The Who?”

Castiel nods. “I’m hoping to go to a Lez Zeppelin concert next month.”

“Led Zeppelin?”

“Lez,” Castiel says, emphasizing the ‘z’, “an all-female Led Zeppelin tribute band.”

Dean frowns. “They have a gimmick?”

Castiel shakes his head. “They’re completely sincere, I assure you.” He smiles wryly. “I interviewed Misstallica for a paper I’m writing on diverse, for lack of a better word, musicians in the tribute world, and they felt right at home with the long hair and tight pants. I’ve never met people who more adore the songs they perform.”

“Huh,” Dean says, rubbing his chin.

“Except maybe Air-O-Smith,” Castiel adds, “an American all-omega tribute band of Aerosmith.”

Dean’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates.

“My favorite all-omega tribute band, though, is Omega You Eight One Two,” Castiel muses, “a Van Halen cover band.”

“Yeah, I got that,” Dean says faintly.

“Their lead guitarist, as you can imagine, is phenomenal.”

Dean shakes his head, his expression going slack. “Wait, seriously? That’s a thing? All omega acts?”

“Of course,” Castiel says. “That’s one of the most compelling aspects of tribute bands, when they flip the traditional male-alpha dynamic of the original, and how they translate that into their own act while keeping the whole performance authentic to the creators. It’s a fascinating process to watch and study.”

“I bet,” Dean says fervently. “Hey, d’you think-”

The back door opens before Dean can finish his sentence.

Jo pokes her head out, looking askance at the pair of them. “Are you still out here?” She glares at Dean. “Stop complaining about your diet, and let Castiel come back to work.”

Castiel’s mouth purses. “You’re on a diet?”

“Not on cheat day,” Dean tells him, lifting his empty cup. He turns to Jo. “And I wasn’t complaining at all. Cas was actually telling me about tribute bands.”

“Really?” Jo asks, her nose wrinkling.

Dean tosses his trash in the dumpsters. “They sound awesome.”

“I like them,” Castiel says lamely, off-footed now the conversation is clearly wrapping up.

Jo rolls her eyes, alpha irritation practically radiating off her. “Good for you.”

“Alright, well, I’ll let you deal with Joanna Beth on your own,” Dean says as he pulls out his wallet and hands Castiel a folded bill. He gives a mocking salute as he takes a step back, “Good luck, dude.”

“Thank you?”

“Come on, fanboy,” Jo growls once Dean’s disappeared from view, “back to work.”

* * *

“Can’t you take it?” Castiel asks, his tone verging on pleading, as Jo follows him back into the kitchen. It’s too early in the morning for another meeting, closer to first time Castiel met Dean at seven am compared to their last meeting at a little before eleven.

This past weekend, Castiel went down a spiral of Dean Winchester content. He read up on all of Dean’s recent projects, scanned headlines about rumors of his next film - some action thriller that Castiel presumes is the reason for Dean’s diet, and watched interview after interview. Dean on Stephen Colbert. Dean on Good Morning America. Dean on some very confusing show where they forced him to eat spicy chicken wings, which just seemed like an exercise in pepper-based sadism.

Castiel didn’t really understand the Saturday Night Live skit where Dean played one half of a demon-hunting brother duo, but the live studio audience laughed uproariously at multiple points.

Jo all but slams Dean’s latte on the ledge above the sink. “You know the health inspector is here. I can’t let Ruby near the guy, and you know how Kevin gets around figures of authority.”

Castiel sets down his tub of dirty dishes. “He nearly peed himself when he had to tell you he dropped a tray of scones over the floor last week,” he says flatly.

“Exactly,” Jo says. “Benny is busy,” she says, tipping her head to where Benny is adding more flour to a huge bowl.

“Cheers, darlin’.”

She turns back to Castiel. “So, you’re it today, champ.”

“Great,” Castiel grumbles.

“What?” Jo asks, her hands on her hips. “You seemed to get along with Dean. I actually didn’t know you could talk that much before I sent you back there.”

Castiel carefully transfers the dirty plates to the sink. “Getting along with him isn’t the problem,” he says darkly.

“Getting along with him too well is the issue?” Jo asks, her eyebrows rising.

Castiel scowls at her observation. Her emotional intuition is what makes her an excellent café manager, so he can hardly fault her for that. He doesn’t respond to her question.

“Take it to him,” Jo says, her tone softening. “He likes you.”

Castiel raises his head to stare at her. “How do you know that?”

Jo pulls her phone from her back pocket and waves it in his face. “We talk,” she says. “How do you think he orders every time? He’s not getting those lattes for free, not after I spent so much time getting them exactly right.”

Castiel can’t hold back his grimace. The latte still smells awful, like a vat of boiled candied apples.

“Look,” Jo says, lowering her voice, “Dean’s famous, sure, but he’s actually a very private person. He runs his mouth to anyone who’ll listen, but he never really says anything important. So he doesn’t really connect with a lot of people. If he says he likes you, I’m gonna say that’s a good thing - if you tell him I said this, I’ll kick your ass - and make you his designated errand boy.”

Castiel bites his lip. “But I don’t -”

“Dude, don’t make me pull the boss card,” Jo says, just the barest hint of threat in her words.

“Fine.” Castiel snatches the latte off the counter. “But I want a raise.”

“You can get a free sandwich.”

Castiel glares daggers as he shoulders open the back door.

But the alley is empty.

Castiel breathes through his mouth as he steps out. The overflowing dumpsters carry the odor of moldering cheese and more rancid fish, and the fryers next door are still going strong. He doesn’t find Dean lurking behind the trash for some strange reason, and he’s about to head back in and dump Dean’s latte down the sink when a shout makes him turn around.

“Hey, Cas!” Dean calls, jogging in from the brightly lit street.

“Hello, Dean.” He hands over the latte.

“Thanks - sorry.” Dean rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. “Some fans caught me sneaking in here, and wanted a selfie.”

“Oh,” Castiel says for lack of anything better to say.

Dean tips back his cup, his expression falling into pure bliss. “Christ, that’s so much better when I’m not hungover.”

Castiel stares. “You’re drinking that with all your capacities intact?”

“Ain’t no better way to enjoy pie,” Dean says, grinning widely.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “That’s not pie.”

“It’s as close as I’m gonna get at eight in the morning on a Thursday,” Dean says with a shrug.

Silence falls between them, and Castiel can’t help glancing over Dean’s shoulder, tentatively scanning for the people who caught his attention earlier. Plenty more would have approached Dean if he didn’t have Jo’s latte waiting for him; Castiel would bet his job on it.

Dean is a celebrity.

Castiel is a grad student who can’t even afford to support a guinea pig on his stipend and café salary.

After a long beat, Dean asks, a touch hesitantly, “So, what’ve you been up to?”

Stalking you on the internet.

“Nothing,” Castiel lies. At the slight fall in Dean’s expression, he adds, “I cleaned my kitchen over the weekend.”

Dean chuckles. “You’re a weird dude, you know that?”

Hurt, Castiel takes a step back. Jo probably needs him for… something.

“Not in a bad way!” Dean says quickly. “Shit,” he swears under his breath, “please don’t stop giving me coffee.”

Castiel hesitates. “Why is it weird that I cleaned my kitchen?” He frowns. “I suppose you employ someone to do that for you.”

Dean seesaws his free hand back and forth as he sips at his latte. “Not always,” he lowers his voice, “I actually like cleaning - it helps me relax and shit. There’s nothing like blasting some tunes and scrubbing out that stain on the counter that’s been annoying you forever.”

Castiel lowers his voice too. “Is this a secret?”

Dean grimaces. “Not really. But, you know, it’s one of those omega things.”

Castiel doesn’t know. Well, he knows it is a stereotypical omega trait to like housework, but he has no idea why Dean would whisper it in a back alley like he’s confessing to defrauding an elderly relative. “And that is bad because…?”

Dean takes a long pull from his cup. “I don’t want to hammer the omega thing home too hard, alright?”

“But you are an omega,” Castiel says, feeling a little stupid for saying it out loud.

“Yeah,” Dean sighs, “but if I lean into it, I’ll stop getting alpha roles.”

“You only want to play alphas?” Castiel asks curiously.

Dean’s mouth twists. “They’re the better parts. Omegas are always the damsels in distress or get killed off first for the plot.”

“I’m sure not all films are like that,” Castiel says. God knows, Anna made him sit through enough films with an omega protagonist that did not fit the typical romantic comedy restrictions.

“Most.”

“The last movie I saw,” Castiel says, hesitant because Dean must know more about this than him, “my sister recommended it, it had an omega lead who led a team of paranormal investigators. A sort of horror-comedy.”

Dean’s face loses some of its hostility. Almost intrigued, he asks gruffly, “D’you know who wrote it?”

“Not off the top of my head.” Castiel pulls out his phone to look it up. He reads aloud, “Ghostfacers, directed by Ed Zeddmore, written by Harry Spangler. Starred Maggie Zeddmore and Alan Corbett.” He pauses, trying to remember the details. “I think they both were omegas. I’m sure there are more films like Ghostfacers out there for you to make.”

Dean sips at his latte. “A few. None with big enough names attached to really get on my radar.”

“Well, if you signed on, wouldn’t there be a big name attached?”

“Yeah,” Dean says in a tone that clearly conveys he’s thought of this possibility before. He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s just - what if I take one of these roles, and it gets all this attention just ’cause I’m in it, and it flops?”

Castiel tilts his head. “That would hardly be your fault. Most failed films are hardly the work of one person. Usually, it’s a combination of a bad story, bad production, and bad acting.” He levels Dean an appraising look. “Right off the bat, you control two of those elements - pick a good script and act as well as you always have.”

Dean blinks. “You’ve seen my stuff?”

Castiel’s brow furrows. “I thought I already said I knew who you were?”

“Yeah, but,” Dean says, his voice petering off with embarrassment, “that didn’t mean you liked my movies.”

“The majority of America liked your last movie, Dean,” Castiel says dryly. “Either that, or you have a very hardworking and wealthy mother who poured a hundred million dollars into ticket sales.”

“I mean, Mom’s a fan, but not that big of a fan,” Dean says, chuckling. “I’m pretty sure she’d rather get a twenty-minute call from yours truly than sit through a two-hour flick with my name on the poster.”

Castiel hands over his phone. “Here,” he says, tilting it so Dean can see the summary of Ghostfacers.

Dean brightens as he reads through it. “The Alpha dies first?”

“He thought he could deal with the ghost on his own.”

“Typical alpha macho,” Dean snorts. His head snaps up as he gives the phone back. “No offense.”

“No offense taken,” Castiel says easily. “With my lifestyle, posturing is a waste of time. I’ve long ago resigned myself to not being the primary breadwinner in any future household.”

“Really?”

Castiel throws him a look. “I’m in academia, Dean. Tenure is hardly a guarantee. Even so, there isn’t a wealth of money out there for ethnomusicology grants.”

Dean tips his head in acknowledgement. “It’s awful big of you.”

“Just logical,” Castiel says evenly. “It shrinks my dating pool considerably, but I’d rather do what I love than compromise that much for any potential partner.”

Dean inhales a deep breath, his eyes unfathomable. “I get that.”

“If it means I can’t afford to mate a house-omega, I’ll just have to keep cleaning my kitchen myself,” Castiel finishes with a shrug.

Dean grins. “I mean, if you spot me a six pack and don’t tell my trainer about it, I’ll clean your kitchen.”

Castiel turns bright red. He can’t bring himself to respond to that offer, so he changes the subject.

* * *

Castiel doesn’t even bother pretending to protest as Jo barges into the kitchen, the telltale scent of sugary apples wafting around her like a palpable shield. Castiel already set himself for heartbreak where Dean Winchester is concerned. He might as well take advantage of every interaction he has left.

He went to sleep late last night, watching one of Dean’s earlier movies. He was slimmer and younger, but he still shone with his signature charisma and talent. For the first time since Castiel started the morning shift at Hunter’s Café, he snoozed his alarm.

Hurrying through his morning routine, Castiel couldn’t help resenting Dean just a little. If only Dean hadn’t chosen a profession where his literal job is to be whatever his audience wants him to be.

As Castiel pushes open the door, Dean is waiting outside. Dark sunglasses shield his green eyes, and a violet bruise blooms over his left eyebrow. As the door slams shut behind Castiel, Dean winces. His left hand holds a half-empty paper container of french fries.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says. “You don’t look good.”

“Tell me about it,” Dean says darkly. “Gimme.”

Castiel pauses. “Did your hangover eliminate your manners?”

Dean flushes bright red. “No,” he mutters. “Sorry, Cas. I just feel like shit.”

“You look like shit,” Castiel says frankly as he hands it over.

“Thanks,” Deans says, his voice sour as old lemons. “I told Charlie tequila shots before Monopoly was a bad idea, but did anyone listen to me?” He gestures to his face. “Next thing I know, Jo’s throwing Charlie’s bag of DnD dice at my head.”

“You got that playing Monopoly? Wait, Jo did this to you?” he demands, gesturing to the cafe behind him. “Jo Harvelle?”

Dean just glares over the rim of his coffee cup. “Yeah, Katniss got me good.”

“God, why?”

One corner of Dean’s mouth lifts in a distinctly smug smirk. “’Cause she was going bankrupt, and she had to sell her last property to me.”

“So this was because of Monopoly,” Castiel says dubiously. In his experience, a board game has never led to actual violence.

Dean shrugs. “Game nights get intense. Why do you think I’m always bangin’ down your door the morning after?”

Castiel can’t believe it. “You’ve been getting this drunk at a game night? Every time?”

“So what?” Dean shoves four french fries in his mouth. “Whaddya think I was doin’?”

“Partying?” he suggests.

Dean snorts. “Maybe six years ago when I was doing B-level flicks and trying to meet as many people as I could. Now I have a back-to-back shooting schedule and hangovers if I don’t pace myself.”

Castiel watches Dean polish off his fries at a truly impressive and horrifying speed. He can’t help asking, “Why was Jo at your game night?”

“’Cause she’s a menace who knows how to pick locks?” Dean heaves a weighty sigh. “I’ve known Jo since we were kids. She and her mom - who started Hunter’s Café - were my neighbors.”

“I had no idea.”

Dean gestures to the alley with a wry hand. “Jo likes to keep it under wraps.”

“I see why Jo keeps making those drinks for you,” Castiel says, nodding at the half-finished latte in Dean’s hand.

“You didn’t make it?” Dean says, and does he sound almost disappointed?

Castiel shakes his head. “Jo is keeping the recipe close to the chest.”

“Probably worried everyone’ll want one if they get the taste.” Dean tips the cup back.

Castiel can’t help his noise of disgust. At Dean’s sharp look, he says aloud, “She’s probably worried everyone will never come back if they try it.”

Dean’s laugh cuts off with a wince. He raises a hand to his head. “Christ, last night was a mistake.”

Castiel surreptitiously scents the air for a better gauge of how discomfited Dean really is, but, as always, all he gets is trash and fryer oil. “How are you doing? Apart from the injury, headache, and general hangover-related malaise.”

“Oh, apart from that?” Dean echoes mockingly, but his words lack any heat. He crams a few fries into his mouth. “I asked my agent to send me a few more scripts with omega roles,” he mutters.

Castiel smiles. “That’s great.”

Dean hums his agreement. “Hopefully, she’ll pick out a decent one, and I can get something set up for after Two for the Show wraps.”

“Is Two for the Show the reason for your diet?”

Dean huffs. “Yeah. I have a bunch of shirtless scenes, so that means three months with the diet coach from hell.”

Castiel makes a noise of sympathy. After a moment, he asks, “Is it worth it?”

Dean chews a fry, scowling between bites. “Not really,” he says in a low voice. “Sammy’s the farmers market maniac in the family.” Wistfully, he continues, “Give me a good cheeseburger deluxe every day for the rest of my life with a side of pie, and I’ll die a happy man.”

“I didn’t think apple pie came as a side.”

“Not for you, maybe,” Dean says with an obnoxiously loud slurp of his latte.

Castiel doesn’t bother holding back his smile.

Dean sighs, rubbing his temple with the heel of his hand. “It’s just like, I don’t look like a traditional omega, so I figured I might as well try for the alpha roles.” He swallows. “’S a win-win situation. I look the part and the characters are better - what’s the downside?”

Castiel cocks his head. “Other than your restricted diet and inadvisable levels of drinking?”

A humorless smile pulls at Dean's mouth. “Not pullin’ the punches this morning, huh?”

Castiel colors, his face heating with shame. “I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well.” An inadequate excuse, but it’s not like he can tell Dean the real reason for his more uncharitable thoughts.

Castiel has never been one to lean into his alpha instincts. Possessiveness, aggression, arrogance - Castiel has had his (mostly regrettable) moments, but they hardly define his character. But over these past few weeks, he’s had to repeatedly tell himself that he can’t solve Dean’s problems. Dean is a wildly successful adult with millions of fans, while Castiel can’t even handle Hunter Cafe's front counter during the morning rush.

Dean would hardly welcome a nobody little alpha telling him to just… do what he wants and damn the consequences because he deserves to be happy with his life and his work.

Dean plucks out the rest of his fries and balls the wrapper against his hip. He lobs it in the dumpster. “No, I get it. I’m complaining about things that most people would kill to have.” He glances towards the mouth of the alley, his mouth set in a thin line.

But before Dean can leave, Castiel says quickly, “That’s not the way I see it. Your specific frustrations aren’t universal, but hardly anyone’s are. Society is inherently unfair, and it’s understandable to be angry about it.”

God knows Castiel railed enough about the unfairness of Dean Winchester to Gabriel enough over the past few weeks.

Even now, hungover and bruised, Dean is beautiful.

Castiel steels himself. “And, for what it’s worth, I don’t think not looking like a typical omega is a bad thing.”

Dean turns to him in surprise, and Castiel would give up that free sandwich Jo offered him to be able to scent what exactly Dean is feeling. But, after a second that stretches into an eternity, all Dean gives him is a quiet, “Thanks, Cas.”

Castiel nods, chastised by Dean’s reaction. “I should get back to work,” he says awkwardly.

Dean mutters something that might be a swear underneath his breath. Raising his voice, he says, his tone apologetic, “’Course. Sorry for keeping you.”

Castiel shakes his head. “It’s alright. I,” he pauses, “always enjoy talking to you.”

Dean’s mouth lifts into a small smile, and it’s like the sun rising through the early morning fog. “You too, man.”

* * *

After his next shift, Castiel asks Jo to show him how to make Dean’s apple pie latte.

Castiel’s first attempt is a disaster. He burns the espresso and adds too much nutmeg. Jo makes him try it anyway, as a non-monetary payment for her time. As Castiel gags, a smirking Jo dumps the bitter, weirdly savory mess down the sink.

“Passable,” Jo declares at Castiel’s second try. “You need more of the apple concentrate, though.”

“It’ll be too strong,” Castiel protests even as he shakes more powder in and gives it a stir. He hands it back to Jo for evaluation.

“You could barely taste it!” Jo says. She raises it to her lips. “Mm, that’s the stuff.”

“It is?” Castiel asks hopefully.

Jo nods and pushes the cup towards him. “That’s what it’s supposed to taste like.”

Castiel frowns as the overly sweet apples hit his tongue. He can barely taste the coffee underneath all the other layers.

“Trust me,” Jo says, flipping her hair behind her shoulder as she sets Castiel up for a third cup. “Your scent’s getting in the way, but it tastes exactly like an apple pie.”

“My scent?” Castiel echoes, baffled.

Jo throws him a look as she pushes a clean coffee cup into his hands. “Yeah, you already smell, I dunno, crisp but sweet? A little like apples. Makes you think the latte dials it up to eleven when it’s more like a nine for everyone else.”

Castiel hadn’t thought to put those pieces together, but it makes an astonishing amount of sense.

He brings his last apple pie latte home to Gabriel, and his cousin makes him write down, step by step, how to make it. In between actual licks into the cup to get the dregs, Gabriel swears to visit him at Hunter’s Café more often.

When Jo next ducks her head into the kitchen to tell Castiel that Dean will swing by in fifteen minutes, Castiel gets to work. He awkwardly sidles behind the front counter and maneuvers around Ruby and Kevin, nearly knocking Kevin’s elbow as Kevin attempts some elaborate leaf pattern.

Castiel draws a rudimentary apple on top of Dean’s latte, and if it looks more like a misshapen mango, nobody will see it but Dean.

For the first time, Castiel heads out to wait for Dean at the mouth of the alley.

Dean doesn’t keep him in suspense for long. He makes his way down the street, shoulders hunched, and head bowed. Gaze fixed on the dirty sidewalk, Dean doesn’t make eye contact with anyone as he turns the corner.

Dean isn’t even wearing sunglasses or a hat to hide his face, but everyone walks straight past him.

It’s the most riveting performance Castiel has ever seen.

A few steps away, Dean catches sight of him, and it’s like some magic switch is flipped on, and he is Dean Winchester again.

Smiling brightly, he jogs the rest of the distance and follows Castiel as he slinks further back into the alley. Dean wrinkles his nose as they get closer to the dumpsters and the smell of an entire rancid fast food menu hits him. “Hey, Cas,” he says as he takes his latte. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Castiel says, tipping his head.

Dean stares down oddly at the demented pear and takes a sip. Face going slack with a bliss Castiel doesn’t even need to smell, Dean groans.

Castiel freezes and sends up a silent prayer of thanks for the apron covering his lower half over his pants. “It’s good?” he tries futilely because Dean is clearly beyond speech.

Dean just gives him a thumbs up as he lowers the cup. He licks his lips, chasing the taste, and Castiel has seen pornography less graphic.

“I might have to tip Jo this time too,” Dean says, staring at the latte in his hand in wonder.

Castiel coughs. “I - I made this one, actually.”

Dean chokes on his next mouthful. “Are you serious?”

Castiel nods because if he opens his mouth he’s not sure what exactly will come out. Probably something highly embarrassing.

“This is the best one I’ve ever had,” Dean swears.

Castiel’s whole body heats with the force of his blush. “Thank you. I asked Jo how to make it, since it seems like I’ve taken over your delivery duties.”

Dean grins. “You’re a lot more fun than Jo,” he says lightly, “so I’m not complainin’.”

Castiel didn’t think he could get any redder, but here he is.

After an awkward beat, Dean says, “I think I found my next movie.”

“Really?”

Dean shrugs, but his eyes glimmer with anticipation. “It’s a World War II biopic about an omega who sneaks into the army, disguises himself as an alpha, and rescues a unit trapped behind enemy lines.” He taps his fingers against the side of his half-empty cup. “A little on the nose, but the script is good.”

“It sounds very promising,” Castiel agrees.

“Their biggest problem was the budget - historical pics aren’t cheap. But they think if I sign on early, they can leverage my name with the studio.” He smiles shyly. “Get the movie done right.”

“That’s fantastic,” Castiel says, a delightful warmth filling his chest - still a pale reflection of Dean’s excitement.

“Thanks to you.”

Castiel’s eyes widen in surprise. “Me?”

Dean throws him a funny look. “Yeah, you. You told me to get my head outta my ass and movies I actually like doing-”

“Not in so many words-” Castiel interjects, alarmed.

“’Cause the whole point of doing these stupid macho alpha flicks was so I could get the clout and money to do the stuff I actually liked,” Dean continues. “And I kept thinking, can’t do it yet, not there yet, until some rando tells me, fuck yeah you can.”

“I definitely didn’t say that-”

“It was implied,” Dean says blithely, waving off his protests. “So I figured, if this dude who doesn’t know me from Adam-”

“I’ve seen several of your films.”

“- tells me to go for it - it being something I’d thought of doing for years - is there any real reason why I shouldn’t?”

Castiel just stares at him, stunned.

Dean beams. “I’ve got a meeting with the director next week.”

“That’s wonderful,” Castiel says sincerely.

“Anyway, yeah, it’s partially thanks to you,” Dean says, tipping his latte in Castiel’s direction. “I also want to talk about romantic B-plot since I think it’s stupid.” He shakes his head, scoffing. “True mates, bullshit.”

“You think true mates are bullshit?”

As far as Castiel saw online, Dean’s never spoken on the record about true mates or any mates at all. Entertainment news sources reported rumors about him and a one-named alpha singer, Amara, early in his career, which he denounced thoroughly. A few months later, someone published revealing photos of him and an older alpha actor, Fergus Crowley. When asked about it, Dean refused to give details.

Dean makes a face. After a pause, he says, “My parents said they were true mates, but it wasn’t… pretty. No Hollywood romance between them.”

“I’m sorry.”

“’S fine,” Dean says in a tone that clearly says it isn’t. “Whenever Dad took off for a few days, I’d get to watch as many movies as I wanted, and - well, the rest is history.”

“I don’t know anyone who’s found their true mate,” Castiel says. His parents had a cold, distant marriage. A few times over the years, he wasn’t sure his mother even liked his father’s scent. Anna happily mated another omega last year, and Gabriel avoids all romantic entanglements like the black plague.

Castiel’s dating history can best be described as dismal. During his last visit to his pediatrician, his doctor called him a “late bloomer” which Castiel eventually realized just meant socially awkward. In the decade since, Castiel’s slept with a grand total of three people. And, to his supreme regret, none of them managed to bring his rusty people skills up to par.

But, in college, Castiel found music and his calling. And all his faults didn’t matter nearly as much.

In the crowd of a concert, people are so far outside the ordinary conditions of life, and so conscious of the fact, that they free themselves from individual concerns and devote themselves wholly to the collective. All their fury, their joy, their hunger for what they can’t have, is sublimated into the music.

Castiel has never felt more connected to humanity than in the middle of a crowd.

Truthfully, none of his past relationships ever measured up. None of his past partners ever managed to get Castiel out of his own head - not like the music.

Castiel shakes his head ruefully. “I wouldn’t know what to do with a true mate even if I had one.”

“Have a lot of super sappy sex with the lights on?” Dean offers, laughing.

Castiel frowns. “I wasn’t aware that kind of intercourse was restricted to true mates. I’ve done that in the past since I've always shared an emotional connection with the people I've slept with.”

“Oh,” Dean says, reddening. “Were you mated? Jo didn’t say.”

Inordinately pleased that Dean had asked Jo about him, Castiel shakes his head. “No, I’ve never been mated.”

Dean drains his latte. Swallowing, he says, “Me neither.” He throws the cup in the open dumpster and turns back to Castiel. “I haven’t dated in a while, actually,” he says in a low voice. “Couldn’t risk being seen with an alpha and remind everyone of what I’m not.”

Castiel narrows his eyes. “Surely people can’t be that close-minded.”

“’Course they can. Most are,” Dean says, his voice full of assurance.

Castiel’s mouth twists. “That sounds like a negativity bias to me.”

“Huh?”

“Negative information sticks with us longer and more strongly than any positive counterpart,” Castiel says with a shrug. “It’s something I always keep in mind when reading my course reviews after the semester is over.”

“So," Dean says, eyes dancing, "you can take the nerd out of the classroom, but you can’t take the classroom out of the nerd, huh?”

Castiel smiles wryly. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

Dean laughs. “Look,” he starts, his expression turning a fraction more serious. “I might be fucking up a good thing here, but do you want to go to a Lez Zeppelin show next week?”

Castiel’s mouth falls open as Dean reaches out and pulls out his phone to show him a ticket confirmation email.

“It’s no big if you don’t want to,” Dean says awkwardly into the silence.

“I - I do,” Castiel says, stumbling over the words. “You do?”

“Uh,” Dean throws him a bemused look, “Yeah? I bought the tickets, dude.”

“I’m just surprised,” Castiel says honestly.

Dean stares at him. “This is seriously comin’ out of nowhere for you?”

“A little,” Castiel says defensively.

“Seriously?”

Castiel shrugs helplessly. “You’re … you. You’re famous. Why would you ask me?”

“Because I like you?” Dean says, nonplussed. “You’re nice in a way a lot of the alphas I know aren’t, and,” he breaks off, reddening, “you said you didn’t mind that I didn’t fit in with other omegas, looks-wise-”

“I don’t,” Castiel interrupts. “I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

Dean gapes. “Did you seriously -” he breaks off, apparently unable to voice the rest of his thought. His face turns an impressive shade of crimson.

Castiel shoves his hands in his pockets. “Should I not have said that?” he asks, brow furrowing. This can’t be the first time Dean has been complimented on his looks. As Castiel understands, good looks are one of the main precursors to acceptance in Hollywood.

“No - I mean, maybe - never mind,” Dean fumbles, more out of sorts than Castiel has ever seen him. “It’s that nobody just out and says that, even to me.”

“I just did.”

“Yeah, I got that,” Dean says, but he’s smiling. “You should look in the mirror sometime, though.” He winks, and Castiel’s brain nearly fritzes out. “So that’s a yes?”

Castiel nods, an all-encompassing warmth filling his chest and exploding out to the tips of his fingers and toes. “I’d love to.”

“It’s a date.”

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PART 2

Say it first, please

Charles Xavier x reader

Set: Mansion, with his many adopted children lol. still has his legs though, and is obviously young Charles.

Warnings: light little reader, anxiety & depression, light swearing, intimate, age gap, ABO, light angst, daddy/soft dom

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You had woken up in the middle of the night startled slightly by something. Nothing was there, just your body jolting you awake for no reason. You sighed going to the upstairs kitchen, you grabbed a water and sat down yawning. You closed your eyes for a bit before opening them again and jumping.

“Charles!” You hissed softly seeing him leaning against the entrance way.

“Give me some indication you’re there next time, geez” you grumbled and yawned again.

“Sorry darling” he said and you rolled your eyes as he sat by you.

“Why’re you up?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I jolted awake, it was weird, then I was thirsty so” you gestured afterwards and he nodded.

“Now it’s cold” you whined and huffed as you finished your drink quickly.

“Why are you up Professor?” You asked as you placed your glass in the dishwasher and turned to him, he smirked a bit.

“I haven’t slept yet” he said and you frowned.

“Why not? You run a school!” You said going back to the table and huffing as you sat down. You looked to him waiting for him to give you some reasonable explanation.

“That I do” he sighed.

“I can get Hank to punch you out?” You shrugged and he chuckled shaking his head.

“I don’t like bruises or pain” he said.

“Too bad” you grinned and he shook his head.

“So?” You pressed a little and he sighed leaning back.

“I’m just tired” you frowned at the answer.

“You’re awake because your tired?” You tilted your head slightly in confusing.

“Physically and mentally” he added.

“Why not sleep? I don’t understand, I get exhausted and nap” you said.

“I’m lonely Y/n” he said suddenly and you frowned.

“Lonely?” You questioned and he nodded.

“You have everyone here, you don’t need to be lonely- I understand feeling it anyway, but you can always come to myself, Jean, Hank, Storm” you listed looking to his face. He was tired you could see it, you didn’t know what to do.

“For an omega Y/n” you froze a little and nodded embarrassed.

“Sorry” you muttered. You fidgeted a bit you knew the loneliness too, just for an alpha.

“I probably don’t help” you mumbled seeing as you were an omega.

“It’s alright” he sighed.

“It’s not, you’re feeling down, not sleeping, maybe we find you someone?” You shrugged unsure. You felt like this would be a perfect chance to offer yourself, Charles was a dear friend and sometimes more, but you were you and he probably didn’t want that.

“You’re not good at picking up hints” you frowned at his words as he chuckled.

“What hints?” You said confusion on your face. He leant towards you and you tensed a little.

“Charles you know I’m-“ you were cut off by lips meeting yours. Your eyes closed and you leant in without realising. He sat back and you processed.

“Stupid” you finished your sentence off a flush on your face.

“Hints” you mumbled realising. You sat back trying to hide somehow. You processed too quickly, why the hell did he want you? You of all people, was he really hinting? You just tried to think of it as kindness seeing as you’d never had affectionate friends that much. Was he toying with you? Someone dared him to do this.

“Y/n” you jumped when he called your name.

“You’re over thinking” he said softly and you nodded flushing.

“Charles I don’t think, I’m the best option” you said hesitantly.

“I’m difficult” you added before he spoke.

“Very difficult” you mumbled.

“You’re not difficult” he said.

“I didn’t get your hinting!” You fought.

“Because you didn’t understand what I was doing” he defended.

“I know you’re new to this” he said softly and you blushed looking at the table intently.

“I’ve never done this” you said.

“I know, But if you would allow me, I’d like to be first” his hand reached over to yours and held it. You felt his warmth, the light tingling sensation it left on your skin.

“I’m not stupid” you suddenly said.

“I know you’re not” he was being patient with you.

“I do know what I want” you added.

“Sort of” you mumbled.

“I know that also” he smiled gently and you silently cursed him.

“And I’m hoping I can give it to you” his words melted you. You found this to perfect to believe. Although you never had been in a relationship, you were scared of it not working, the fear of being left alone with a broken heart terrified you. You didn’t trust anyone in this sense even if he was your friend.

“It’s gonna take time” he gave your hand a squeeze as he spoke.

“Try not to think to hard on it” he stood and leant down to press a kiss to your forehead. You leaned into eyes closed as it lasted a second. He left the kitchen and you sagged into the chair.

You went back to your room, lying down in your now cold bed and thought over what had just happened. It was too much for the middle of the night to process it all. You laid on your side and closed your eyes hoping sleep would find you quickly.

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