#comfort misha

[electromignion]

My Jeremy Bradshaw photo op with Misha Collins 🥹🥺

As I always post my Bridgewater fanarts drawings and doodles over here, here you go finally, my photo op with Misha wearing exactly the jacket I picture Jeremy with and his glasses, with the pins I custom made with help of friends 🥹

I tried to do a little Vipin cosplay following my headcanon so I had pink lace on the hoodie (yes I bought a red hoodie specifically for this picture), and also I had Vipin’s matching pin with Jeremy with the smileys although you can’t see it there and the lil pan pin! And also big up to my bestie @theangelssing for the embroidery work on the hoodie’s sleeve to make it real!! (As in the hc I have Olivia made some embroidery on his hoodie 🥺)

(Close up for the pins!!)

This is truly my dream pic and honestly I’m over the moon 🫶😭

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Break A Leg - Castiel

My Masterlist.

Word count: 750, short n fluffy

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader with a broken leg sleeps at the table because they don't think they can make it back to their room. Cas finds them, and even though he can't heal them, he finds a way to make up for it.

I groaned, stretching my leg out. I stretched the rest of my stiff muscles, wincing when a jolt of pain traveled up my leg. Blinking hard, I widened my eyes and tried to get them to focus. The room spun a little, forcing me to squeeze them shut again before I threw up. 

I hunched over the table, soon finding my forehead on the table when I began to drift off. I needed sleep. Looking down at my leg in its cast though, I was almost positive I wouldn't be able to make it to my room without falling down. I groaned again, shutting the old book and placing it further away from me on the desk. Shrugging out of my flannel, I balled it up into a makeshift pillow. I crossed my arms in front of me, and I was asleep as soon as my head was cradled in my elbows. 

Castiel pulled the bunker door shut behind him. "Sam. Dean." He called out. Wandering through the halls with a bit of purpose in his stride, he saw a figure, their leg in a cast, slumped over the library table. 

The book was closed, and he frowned. They hadn't fallen asleep doing research, they had intentionally fallen asleep here. Their broken leg was stretched out in front of them, clunky with the cast.

He wished he could heal them. 

A hand touched my shoulder, and I startled awake. My eyes were blurry with sleep, but I recognized the tan coat the person in front of me wore. "Cas?" I groaned, stretching my arms out in front of me and turning to him.

"You slept here? Intentionally?" He asked me immediately.

"No I- I guess I fell asleep doing research." I smiled apologetically. "Every little bit helps, right?" 

He was frowning now. "The book is closed." He said flatly.

"And? Nevermind, just-" I winced at a sore muscle in my neck. "Should've known that was going to happen." I muttered under my breath.

"You need to sleep. In a bed." 

"No shit sherlock." I sighed. "But I'm fine now."

"No, come on." Before I could protest, he was hauling me to my feet. I staggered slightly, but he was careful not to let my injury get jarred. 

"Why didn't you go back to your room?" He asked as we limped down the hall. 

"Wasn't sure I could make it." I mumbled abashedly. He was silent until we got to my room, and he had helped me to sit on my bed.

"I should be able to heal you. I'm sorry." He apologized, guilt evident on his face as he pulled away.

"It's okay, Cas. Hey," I said to get his attention back on me. His gaze had drifted off like it did when he was beating himself up over something. He turned back to me. "It's fine. Don't blame yourself." 

"If I had my grace-" 

I cut him off. "Don't even go there." I said sternly. "It's not your fault." He sighed, but didn't reply. His frown had lessened, but I knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. 

"If you want to make it up with me…" I trailed off, and his eyes met mine as he tilted his head to the side. "You can stay here." 

"I will." He shifted on the edge of the bed.

"Get comfy."

"I am." 

"No Cas," I stifled a laugh, but not my smile. He gave me a curious glance. "Lay down. Get comfy."

"Oh." 

I was quick to add. "If you're comfortable with that, of course. You don't have to-"

"I'm more than comfortable with it." He had a fond smile on his face now. I felt my face heat up when I wondered what he meant by that. 

He kicked his shoes off and shrugged out of his coat and jacket. I scooted to the side with a wince. "Careful." He murmured. He laid beside me in a half sitting, half lying down position. I startled slightly when his arm snaked around my shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, is-"

"No, no. It's more than comfortable." I repeated him, smiling as I leaned against him. Sighing contentedly, my aching body finally relaxed for the first time in days. I felt Castiel lean his chin on the top of my head, and his hand wrapped around my bicep as I unconsciously curled closer to him. I had been more exhausted than I thought, because in his presence, I passed out almost instantly. 

[sethmp3]

HSR SPOILERS BEWARE POOKIES

My ass realising that when a hsr character dies and you finished the main quest you won't be able to text back because they're dead:

Bonus:

[serendipity-in-spring]

Okay so my comfort character is Castiel right? Bitch died when he felt true happiness, what does that say about me?

[grelleswife]

When your annoying little brother is so queerphobic that he disrupts the quality time you’re trying to spend with your boyfriend in the subtextual tension box. 😔

(From the Gangan Joker chapter previews here)

[michaelwitha]

destiel brainrot so strong it's finally made me use the majority of ao3's filter options as opposed to the singular 'sort by: word count' filter I've been using for years

[4evamc]

Omg,same!🤣

[blanketforcas]

Do you ever think about the gay cas essay?

when am i not thinking about the gay cas essay 😭

me looking at those actors from that firefighter show being so awesome and being allowed to speak freely like that: i love that for yall but that should've happened to us too 🥲

[namranii]

hi its me again :)

wondering if you'd do a heavy x reader fluff, like the reader is overstimulated and heavy tries to help them? that'll confort me if you will do it, ty :)

i love heavy 😻

warnings: me trying to write overstimulation and a russian accent 😭

its too much. the leather couch is itchy, the lights are way too bright and demoman is on one of his drunk highs again, and he’s being too loud.

of course you could just get up and leave, but its even in your bedroom- the silence, the bedsheets were scratchy and you couldn’t focus on anything. then heavy walked in.

he was never the type to knock, so he just kinda walked in and sat beside you.

“y.n okay?”

you nod, but he can tell that somethings up. he can’t understand what it is exactly, so he just decides to do what he can- and that’s put you onto his lap and give you a big warm hug. (i want heavy so bad he’s so cute :3)

“y.n need doktor?”

he’d just sit there with you for a few minutes hugging him, and it calms you down a lot. by now the sensory issue is a lot better.

he’ll give u a few head kisses

anyway, at one point he’ll let you of you when you’ve calmed down

and he wants answers.

“why you crying?? someone hurt you?”

”no misha it’s..”

“WHO HURT YOU”

then he’ll cover his mouth in shock cause he accidentally yelled at you.

anyway, you explain to him and he tries his best to protect you from having a panic attack from being overstimualted, whether its covering your ears or hugging you.

so anyway, you guys spend the whole night cuddling.

[saturnisfallingdown]

didnt realize how much drawing a portrait in my preferred medium felt like coming home. oh my god

[daisywrites101]

Breakfast in Bed

Misha Collins x Reader

Here you go @tantersworld ! I hope you enjoy this, and I apologize for the wait! I have no hate for Vicki, or the Collins family! This is simply a work of fiction.

The sun was warm and bright on your face as you woke up. You turn over to snuggle up next to Misha, your fiancé, but you find the spot next to you cold and empty. You sit up and look around the room, and Misha is no where to be found.

As you remove the comforter and sheet from your body, the bedroom door opens, and Misha walks in with a wooden tray of a variety of breakfast items, mostly of your favorites. there are empty mugs adn plates with some cutlery and napkins. "Surprise!" He says with a smile. "What's this for?" you ask, questioning what is going on. "You've been working so hard. I thought you deserved some rest and a good meal." He says as he walks over, setting the tray at the foot of the bed and climbs into bed with you.

Misha pulls up the tray, and the variety of smells hits your nose. They all smell so good, and you feel your mouth water. You make your plate and begin to eat, the food just tasted so good. "Mish, this is amazing!" you exclaim, your cheek full of a bite of food. Misha chuckles. "Thank you sweetheart."

[electromignion]

Jeremy Bradshaw: Leyendecker study traditional art edition 🫶

I’m sorry I disappear on and off but I don’t have time to draw in the midst of my final final exams to finally get my degree, but I did a lil Jeremy! Still experimenting with acrylic markers and wanted to try to study Leyendecker’s art but traditionally this time as I did one already digitally with Jeremy 🫶

[castiellesbian]

Can't believe that if we ever do get more Supernatural Cas won't have eyelids

[pussypopstiel]

I know some ppl were surprised about mishas commitment to always being a boot licking centrist but i forget that people have real attachments to the actors like just know i hate all of them and every time ive ever spoken about them or will ever speak about them i dont think of them of people i think of them as puppets

[sailorsally]

Jensen come get ur man and his cheap ass shoes (complimetary)

[hasmishabeenbannedfromtwitteryet]

Has Misha been banned from twitter yet?

22/04/2023: No.