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The Fight

Warning: Angst


Dean was pissed.

 The car drove silently along the dark, empty road. Not even the sounds of Zeppelin played in the background. His knuckles were white. You knew you were in for it when you got home. You knew that you two were going to yell at each other until you were blue in the face and you were more than likely spending the night in your old bedroom. You had been spending a lot of time there recently. You were starting to wonder if maybe you should move your stuff back in there.

 You and Dean had been fighting more and more these past few months. It was about anything and everything. You didn’t pick up any beer. You forgot to pack an extra shirt and now I’m stuck giving you mine. It was everything. He had just started flirting with bartenders when you went out after hunts. It was only a matter of time until he forgot all about you.

 You were hurting. Dean was the love of your life. He was there for you when you needed him the most. He made your heart race and your knees weak. He brought out the best in you and sometimes the worst. He challenged you in the best ways. Now? Now it felt like you were the last thing on his mind unless he was pissed at you. You no longer felt like you were the girl he loved. You felt like it didn’t matter if you were there or not. You fought so much that you’d rather that than face life without him.

 Dean pulled into the garage and cut the engine. You were out of the car faster than you ever had been. You forgot about your bags and headed straight in, Dean hot on your tail. You weren’t ready for this fight. You weren’t ready for any of them. But this time, you were so close to your breaking point. You couldn’t handle it today. You didn’t want to have this fight. You wanted to feel your boyfriend’s arms around you, and just for once. Just once, have him tell you that everything was going to be okay.

 That was wishful thinking.

 “What was that back there?” he started, shrugging his jacket of his shoulders.

 “I made a mistake,” you admitted.

 “A mistake? You nearly got yourself killed Y/N!” he raised his voice.

 “Yeah I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” you practically whispered.

 “That’s what you said last time,” he scoffed.

 “Dean, I really don’t want to fight,” you said softly. “We fight all the time. Can’t we argue about this tomorrow and just go to bed?”

 “Fine. Don’t wait up,” he practically growled, grabbing his jacket. He was headed to the bar.

 “Dean!”

 “What?” He rolled his eyes.

 “What happened to us? We never used to be like this,” you breathed out.

 “You knew how hard this was going to be before we started-”

 “Of course I did, Dean! We’re hunters. We don’t know if we’re going to have tomorrow or not but that’s not what I meant. We never used to fight like this. Now it’s like every conversation we have, it turns into an argument,” you started. “Is this not enough for you anymore? Am I not enough for you?”

 “Can we talk about this later?”

 “No! No we can’t! I’ve been pushing this down for months Dean! MONTHS! Every fight! Every time you absentmindedly flirt with the bartender right in front of my face. You think I don’t feel it every time I sleep by myself? You think that this what I want hanging over my head every day? Constantly wondering if today is the day you kick me out or worse, tells me that you don’t love me anymore.”

 “Y/N, stop!”

 “You know, a part of me wished that I would have gotten seriously hurt on that hunt today. It’s a sad thought that I figured that if I got hurt that maybe my boyfriend would care. Maybe he would stop fighting with me to realize that I was hurting more than just physically.  But you don’t care and I can’t make you care. Just like I can’t make you fall in love with me again,” you sniffled, wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek.  “I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough for you Dean. I can’t keep putting myself through this. I love you with all my heart, Dean and more. When we were happy together, you gave me some of the greatest memories. But I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

 “Don’t. Don’t walk away,” he pleaded.

“Give me one good reason not to.”

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Blurb Starter #36. “And you’re naked. Okay.”

Friends who couldn’t hold their liquor were the worst. Normally, you would get super frustrated having to take care of an inebriated friend.

This time however, you had to admit that it was rather amusing.

When Bucky Barnes arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been mysterious and a tad closed off. Everyone sort of gave him his space and waited for him to warm up to what was going on. He did eventually which pleased you.

Now, he was drunk off his ass and it was the funniest thing ever.

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Boyfriend sounds lame -Tom Holland

A/N: I gave my mom a minor heart attack because I googled pregnancy tests for this imagine bfkdj This one feels a little rushed because I have a huge writers block-_- Enjoy?

You were alone in your bathroom, staring at the two pink lines. Who thought that two so unimportant seeming pink lines could change your whole life. Your hands were trembling, your mind still trying to comprehend what this meant, your body refusing to accept it all.
A knock pulled you out of your trance and your head shot up, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“Baby are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for some time.” Tom shouted on the other side of the door and your eyes widened. You brushed over your cheeks, trying not to panick and got off the bathtub.
“Yeah I’m fine.” you called back before he could get suspisious. You shoved the test into your pocket, not risking him seeing it by throwing it into the bin.

“Hey.” you said as soon as you opened the door because he was standing right infront of you.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face and you cracked a half smile.
“Yeah…just felt a little nauseous.” you shrugged your shoulders and he furrowed his brows.
“I’m fine. Stop it.” you chuckled nervously and he laid his palm against the crook of your neck and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.
“I need to rush out. But if you should feel bad again, you call me alright?”

You nodded obediently and walked him over to the front door where he put his shoes on.
You couldn’t tell him right now. Maybe it was false. You should know for sure before telling him. But doesn’t he deserve to know right away?

“Tom!” you called him as he opened the door and he stops to turn around.
He raised a questioning brow and looked into your eyes and you froze. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, shaking your head lightly.
“Don’t overwork yourself.” you said finally and his lips formed into a smile.
“Same goes for you, darling.” he said and leaned in to give you a last kiss before he shut the door behind him.

You decide to call in sick and go to the closest pharmacy to buy five different tests.
You stuff them into your bag immediatly and don’t take off your glasses or cap. You rush home again and procrastinate as long as possible. You are again locked in the bathroom when you here the front door open. You jump up and throw all of them into a bag and stuff it under the counter. Tom would never look there. You unlock the bathroom door and walk into the kitchen with a fluttering heart, trying to gather the courage together to tell him. Six positive tests couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

You opend your mouth again to say something and he turned around at the same time which made you freeze. Again.
He looked tired and stressed which was always not a good time for serious discussions.
“Hey…” you said and walked over, to pull him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head.
“I have to fly away in the morning. For three months.” he said into the silence and your whole body stiffened.
“I know. I’m sorry. I would take you with me if I could. The last thing I want is to leave you behind right now.” he apologized but your mind was else where. Getting a child, raising a child was impossible in your relationship. He was always gone for several months. The poor child would barely know his dad. A shiver ran down your spine and you pulled away from him which he interpreted differently.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad.” he said and took your hand in his but you stepped backwards still burried in your own thoughts.
“I’m not. I’m just…tired.” you lied and turned away so he wouldn’t see the tear escaping your eye. This was impossible.

***

The next morning you drove him to the air port. No one said anything. Tom thought you were mad at him for leaving again but the truth was you were afraid to say anything. Afraid of breaking down and crying making him feel obligated and overwhelmed. So you said nothing.
You kissed him good bye and put on a fake smile. He knew it was fake but he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” he said while pulling apart and you nodded.
“Take care.”

“Stay safe.”

You said your goodbyes as always and you waved after him until you couldn’t see him anymore.

***

You decided for yourself to see a doctor before you would tell Tom anything. To be 100% sure. There was still that tiny bit of hope in the corner of your mind that all of the tests were wrong. It’s been a month since you found out yourself and you were finally sitting in the doctors room, waiting for the doctor to come back with your results. You knew Dr.Payton for a long time so you didn’t have to wear anything to hide your identity.
“So! We have the results.” he said and you looked over your shoulder to the door where Dr.Payton just had walked in.

“Do you want to wait for Tom to come in?” he asked politely and you felt a dagger in your heart.
“Oh, no that’s not necessary. He is out of the country. You know Tom. Always busy.” you faked a chuckle and tugged your hair behind your ear to keep your hands busy.
“You’re right. You’ll tell him yourself.”

“What?” Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped.

“You’re having a baby! Congratulations!” he cheered and you laughed. He interpreted it as hapiness but it was out of pure panick.
In that moment you heared a gentle knock on the door and looked over your shoulder as a reflex. A nurse peeked her head through the gap and her eyes widened as she saw you.
“You…you’re…” she stuttered and Dr.Payton shut her down because you were in no condition to talk.
“Could you please leave us alone?” he said and his expression was ice cold.
“I’m so sorry for that. I always tell them to not come in when you are here. She must have overheared it.” he apologized but you didn’t react to that.

“I should go now.”

***

Two days later you were skyping with Tom who was telling you about his events and interviews. Even though you tried really hard to concentrate your mind traveled off to your concerns.
“And then I cheated on you with this really hot girl at the bar. How do you like that?”

“That’s great baby. I’m proud of you.” you answered and kept doodling in your notebook.
“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” you said and looked up from your notebook into the camera.

“What’s going on?” he asked and furrowed his brows looking into your eyes, searching for the cause of your absence.

“Nothing. Why?” you said and raised your brows innocently.

“You’re lying. I just told you that I cheated on you and you told me that you are proud of me. Either we are having an open relationship I don’t know about or you went crazy.” he joked halfheartedly and you furrowed your brows.

“You did what?” you growled and put your notbook to the side.

“That’s more like the reaction I expected.” he chuckled but it was not funny to you at all.
“It was a joke. It was a test. You were not listening.”

“I was!”

He raised his eyebrows and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Maybe I wasn’t in that moment. But I was.” you defended yourself and crossed your arms infront of your chest.

“Alright champ. Tell me what’s going on in your pretty little head.” he said and leaned back.

“Nothing.”

“Liar, liar pants on fire. You want me to come over with a fire estinguisher?”

“You’re a moron.” you said rolling your eyes and he laughed his ass off. You just opened your mouth to say something when you heared a knock on his door.

“Wait. Hold on. I have to get that.” he said and pealed himself off the couch and put his phone on to the coffee table.
You waited while chewing on your bottom lip and tried to form the right sentences in your head.
As soon as he appeared back on your screen you opened your mouth but he interrupted you.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go. Someone messed up something and I have to fix it.” he sighed and you closed your mouth again. Maybe telling him face to face was better.
“Alright. We’ll talk later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Take care.”

“Stay safe.”

***

After that you didn’t get the chance to tell him. You barely could talk to him anyways because you were always nauseous and dizzy. One time you almost fainted and had to lay down. You only had short conversations about unimportant stuff but you talked every now and then. As your condition got worse you finally decided to tell him. You felt dizzy the whole day and couldn’t get out of the bathroom. Nothing was staying in your stomach and you felt drained. You didn’t have the courage to go to the hospital out of fear someone would recognize you.

But whenever you called him he either didn’t pick up or the line was busy. This went on for three days and you were feeling helpless.
You pealed yourself off the bathroom floor, your sight blurry, your head heavy and were stumbling to your bedroom when the front door flew open and a very angry Tom stepped in.

“How dare you not tell me about our child?!” was the first thing he yelled and you felt a familiar sharp pain in your head. Oh no.
“Tom…” you stepped forward trying to tell him that you started to see black when your knees gave in and you fell to the ground.

***

You woke up in a bright room, a familiar beeping filling your ears, two of them actually. Your nose tickled every few seconds and your eyes fluttered open. As soon as you open your eyes you saw Tom sitting beside your bed, holding your hand with closed eyes and your heart skipped a beat.
“What happened?” you said with a sore throat and his head shot up. His eyes were filled with pure concern and fear. As soon as he looked at you, relief took the place of fear.
“Thank god you’re awake.” he said and leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead.
“You scared me so much when you fainted.” he said with a shaky voice and kissed the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked again and sat up while your free hand wandered to your belly.
“You’re fine. Both of you are. You were drained because of the constant puking. Your body shut down to prevent worse. I could’ve lost you both.” he said and you could hear a little anger in his voice.

“I was scared. I am scared. I didn’t know what you would think. If you would want to keep it. If you’d be angry. If you’d be happy. If you’d leave me. I knew nothing.”

“I am scared too but that’s not a reason not to tell me.” he said a little hurt and you let your shoulders sink.

“I know. I tried to tell you several times but there was always something in between. You didn’t even pick up your phone the last few days.”

“Because I had already found out and I would have broken your heart if I had picked up.” he explained himself and you nodded.

“How’d you find out?” you finally asked and couldn’t look up.

“A nurse at Dr.Paytons posted the results. She got fired right away when they found out who it was and they took it down. I stumbled across it because of the fans congratulating me. I thought it was a bad joke at first.” he said and you looked up through your lashes into his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry for not being there for you.”

***

8 months later you are standing at the front door and look down at your shoes.
“Tom!” you call for him and look over to the living room.
“Tom!” you call again now more impatient and hear his footsteps coming closer. He leanes against the doorframe and crosses his arms infront of his chest, trying to hide his grin.
“Stop grinning like an idiot and help mr. I can’t tie my shoelaces.” you say rolling your eyes and make him chuckle. He walks over to you and kneels down while taking your shoe laces into his hands.
“Can you see me from up there?” he jokes and ducks down to avoid your hand.

“Shut up. I can’t even see my own feet. Everything is swollen and hurts. It feels like somebody is ripping my spine out and I have shit head for a boyfriend.”

He stands up with a big grin on his face after he is finished and cups your face with his hands.
“Don’t you think that boyfriend sounds a little lame?” he askes and your eyes widen. He chuckles at your reaction and pulles away to open the front door.

“Wait. What is that supposed to mean?” you ask and turn around to look at him but he walks out of the door.

“We have an appointment. You better hurry up.”

“Tom!”

Surprise, Surprise

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Title: Surprise, Surprise

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Chuck, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 952

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Sam and Dean watched as Lucifer and Chuck talked to each other.  They thought that they would be at each other’s throats, but that wasn’t the case.  It felt weird for Dean and Sam to be in the same room as the two of them.  At first they were talking about nothing, but now they were talking about everything.

“Have you found your soulmate,” Chuck asked, curiosity evident in his voice.  “Where are they?”

“I decided to leave [Y/N] out of this,” Lucifer muttered, letting his arm drop onto his lap.  “I don’t need aunt Amara going after her to get to me, to get to you.”

“Wait, Lucifer has a soulmate,” Sam cut in, extending his gaze to Chuck.

“I’m still an angel Sam,” Lucifer noted, rolling his eyes.  “All angels have soulmates.”

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Demon Dean Pt. 2

Summary: Dean comes back, still as a demon to have sex with reader once again. He’s even more turned on when you tell him you like him better this way.

Warnings: Language, Smut

You sat in your house, laid on your couch, moved to your bed, sat in the bathroom, you tried everything to get Dean out of your head. You’re trying to convince yourself you hated having sex with a demon but shit you didn’t. He was hotter this way. Now knowing he’s a demon and he chose you to have sex with makes this 10x hotter and harder to forget about him.

You went back to your couch and turned in the TV. It’s was about 12 in the morning, your eyes became heavy, you eventually drifted off to sleep.

You were woken up by a loud noise up stairs. You looked at the clock on your phone “3:13” you looked around seeing if there were any weapons around. Of course nothing. You sat up and tried hiding. You heard someone call your name.

“Who the fuck?” You whispered to yourself

“I’m tried of playing games! Let’s get this game done!” You heard, shit that’s Dean! You were a little too excited to see him.

“Dean?” You shouted up to him

“Hey baby miss me?” He asked, he was right in front of your face now. His hot breath on your face made you wet.

“Dean what are you doing here?” You wanted to act badass but all you wanted was him to be fucking you.

“I came back for more. I need it.”

“Oh you need it huh?” You asked with a smirk. “What makes you think I want you?” You asked him. You’re such a tease you thought. The only light was from the TV.

“You’re soaking wet right now”

“ What makes you think that?”

He smirked and ripped your panties off. You were only wearing on of his t-shirts and your underwear. He stuck his hand down to your soaking wet folds.

“I don’t think baby, I know” he’s voice was deep, his were pitch black now. Fuck he’s hot.

“What can I say? I like this Dean better?” You smirked. He was face was insanely close to yours, his lips were so close you’re surprised he hasn’t kissed you yet.

“Dean” you said in almost a whisper.

“You want more sweetheart?” He asked

“Fuck baby yes” his fingers were still teasing you, not touching your clit, he avoided it.

He grabbed you and went upstairs to the bedroom, he tossed you on the bed, he turned on the light right next to your bed.

“ Lucky for me I know where everything is.” He smirked, you shot him a confused look not knowing was he was talking about.

He went into your nightstand, he pulled out a vibrator and rope.

Your eyes widened. Fuck me. This is going to be amazing.

“Get up and undress for me. Now.” You did as he said he sat in the bed and watched you.

You slowly took off your shirt his eyes were buying holes in your body. Your legs were already trembling from how bad you wanted him. You slowly took off your lace bra. You were completely naked in front of him, he palmed him self through his jeans.

He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He sat on top of you so he can tie you down. He tied your wrists and ankles to your bedframe. He put rope around your waist and tightened it.

“You’re going to love this sweetheart.” He put the vibrator on your clit “ready?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded your head and he turned it on. You closed your eyes trying not to moan already. You’re breathing started to become shaky.

Dean watched you be helpless and he was enjoying every second of it. Dean smirked at himself and he started to strip in front of you. He was down to his boxers and his dick sprung up and hit his stomach.

He came over to the side of the bed

“Open” you opened your mouth and he stuck his dick in your mouth, you chocked because you weren’t expecting it.

“You like chocking on my big cock baby?” He asked

Fuck he’s so hot. He kept fucking your face, you had moans escaping every once in a while but fuck you wanted him in you.

You tried to talk but he wanted take his dick out

“What was that?” He asked giving you a chance to speak

“Dean ahhh” you moaned as your climax was hitting. He quickly​ turned off the vibrator so you didn’t come.

“What the hell? I was going to cum?” You were pissed

“Excuse me? You need to learn respect.” Dean came on top off you and lined his dick up with you. You breathed in hard waiting for this.

“Oh this is what you wanted sweetheart, you want me to fuck your little pussy huh?” He asked you moaned at his words.

He smirked and slammed into

“FUCK DEAN” You screamed it hurt but felt so good.

He kept slamming into you eventually you got used to his huge cock.

“Yes baby come on, fuck me harder” you moaned, he did as you said and fucked you harder. you kept moaning louder and louder

“You like me better like this huh?” He asked focusing on pounding you

“Yes baby, I love demon Dean. I love you right baby” you were moaning and trying to talk. All of a sudden the room was spinning your vision went blurry and you couldn’t hear anything but you knew you were screaming. You were cumming on his dick

“Yeah baby you liked cumming on me?” He asked fuck

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moaned “come on baby cum inside me” you moaned louder

Just like he shot a load into you and rode out his high with moans louder than some of yours.

He rolled off of you and you both cleaned up after he untied you.

“Sorry y/n I won’t bother you anymore” he said almost out of the door.

“Wait wanna know why I like you better?” You asked

“Sure” he said, he already sounded annoyed

“I’m not y/n” you smirked eyes turning back.


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“Family. Familia. Famille” - [Tom Hiddleston - One shot ].

Based on: Imagine: Tom being your ex, the one your family loved and welcomed when the two of you were together, and even wanted you to marry but things never worked between you. A couple of years later, he’s invited to a family event, which makes things super awkward for you because you’re still single but you don’t want him to know, and you’re well aware of how communicative and pushy your relatives can be, not to mention how much they will be praising him all evening long.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: Family drama/fluff. 

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Mia rolled the end of her side braid around her bun and secured it with a bobby pin while staring at herself in the mirror.

The curtain next to her billowed open and the cool ocean breeze raced through her, reminding her to pay attention to the sound of the crashing waves outside her parents’ beach house; something she hadn’t indulged in, in a long time.

Her bedroom door opened and it took her visitor less than 5 steps to reach her and rest her chin on her shoulder while putting her hands on her arms.

“Isn’t it odd how even when we look the same, I’m still the prettier one?”

Mia rolled her eyes at her identical twin who stared back at her in the mirror.

“Fuck off”.

Ava laughed.

“You look nice. I wonder why”, she said and Mia caught an ironic note in her tone but brushed it off.

“It’s been a while since the whole family’s gathered”, Mia said with a shrug.

“Oh, I’m sure, Aunt Marie will appreciate your effort. Come on”, Ava chuckled.

“What?”

Ava frowned and studied her sister for a second.

“Oh!” she exclaimed raising an eyebrow, “You don’t know”.

“Ava”, Mia sighed, “You’ve been here for a minute and you’re already getting on my nerves. What is it?”

Ava stood up, walked towards the door and opened it before glancing back at her dumbfounded and two-minute younger twin.

“Mother invited Tom”.

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“Love if you don’t hurry up we are going to miss our reservation!” You were trying to figure out what shoes to wear and you couldn’t be bothered with missing a reservation, this situation might as well have been life or death. You knew Harry was going to start getting impatient if you took much longer, so you made the decision and just went with your black heels.

“Just give me a few more minutes!” You knew he would just roll his eyes, but when he didn’t respond you took that as an okay to keep getting ready. You went to your vanity and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You swiped some gloss over your lips and smoothed your dress a bit before grabbing your purse and heading towards the stairs. “Sorry I took so long.” You apologized as you started making your way down the stairs, you smiled when you saw him standing by the door scrolling on his phone.

You knew he saw you by the way the corners of his mouth twitched a little and he momentarily stopped messing with his phone. You made it to the bottom of the steps and you slipped your purse over your shoulder as Harry slipped his phone into his back pocket.

“It was worth the wait love.” Was all he said before he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “You look wonderful,” you felt him give your waist a squeeze. “As always.” You couldn’t help but smile at his kind words.

“Harry if you don’t hurry up we’re going to be late.” You teased him, he slipped his arms from around your waist and you reached for his hand. You quickly kissed his cheek as he rolled his eyes at you. You laced your fingers with his as he lead you out of the house and you knew you two would be late, you could tell by the color of the sky that it was passed 5 and your reservation was for 5:30.

“Always poking fun,” his voice was teasing and you just laughed a little as he held the door open to the car so you could slide in. He quickly slid in after you and placed his arm around your shoulders. “Have I told you how wonderful you look?” He pressed his lips to the side of your head as he pulled you closer to him, you felt your cheeks get hot as you leaned into his hold.

“You might have mentioned it once or twice.” Was your reply and you felt his lips turn into a smile against your hair. “But feel free to say it again if you want.” You placed your hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze, the driver started making his way towards the restaurant.

“Well you truly do look wonderful love.” And with that you leaned your head on his shoulder and he instinctively pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head causing you to let out a content sigh. Harry gave your shoulder a little squeeze as he rested his chin on top of your head as the two of you made your way to the dinner reservation that you knew you’d be late for, but at this moment you didn’t really care.

Title: Coach Negan (Part 2.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Tryouts

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
The day of tryouts, you and Negan become a bit more familiar with one another through texts.
Word Count: 4,341
Warning: SEXUAL TENSION, age difference, and obviously Negan’s language.
Author’s Note: This was fun to write. It has a different structure in the beginning, but regardless, I enjoyed it! Also, can y’all feel the attraction between these two? My god. I can’t wait for this story to develop even more ;-)

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TONIGHT, WE SLEEP
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Summary: You, Rocket and Groot end up stuck spending the night at one of Contraxia’s love hotels. Rocket enjoys teasing you, but doesn’t expect what you do in return.
Warnings: No?? Just flirting…but I dont think thats a warning.
A/N: My first Rocket imagine! I usually dont like writing imagines for characters I like because I tend to lose interest. But I decided to try it out. Hopefully next time, it’ll get better and more ~intense~
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The room hummed under the red glow of neon lamps and the lovers bed pressed up against the wall. You felt the walls muffle your voice, unsure of how to ask Rocket why this was the only available place for them to sleep in. Besides the thick silence hung between the three of you, and the occasional rattling of the cheaply plastered velvet walls, the only sounds to be heard was beyond the glass window wrapped up in curtains. Mainly the rowdiness of drunkards and the piercing laughter that cut through the cold winter night of Contraxia. Then again, every night here is a cold winter night.
Your hands instinctively rubbed your upper arms, trying to warm up in the unusually cold room. There were many reasons this hotel would want cold rooms, some sexual and others less so. Groot was the first to move, walking towards the wall by the glass window and sitting down.
“I am Groot,” He reclined back, his body slowly becoming connected to the wall as he gazed outside to the different species stumbling about. Rocket followed after him, setting his bag down on the right side of the bed, keeping himself occupied with unpacking. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him only momentarily before excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower.
Rocket began to assemble his gun, getting it ready just in case anything happened during the night. After a couple visits to Contraxia, he knew better than to come unprepared.
“I am Groot,” Groot spoke, causing Rocket to freeze up. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing his work.
“Because we didn’t have enough units to stay at a nice place like The Divine.” He dragged out, revealing his canines. Rewards were coming in slowly, and their collective spending habits were high matinence. This cheesy love hotel was the only thing they could afford on this planet while their ship was under repairs. Needless to say, Reception looked mildly confused at the three of them walking in and requesting a one bedroom.
“I am Groot,” He said once more, turning his head back towards the window. Rocket rolled his eyes, finishing the final details to his weapon. His ear twitched at the sound of the water turning off, his eyes flickering at the shut door, waiting for you to come out.
“Why don’t you just get some shut-eye? Not my fault we couldn’t get separate rooms,” He grumbled, looking down at his gun as be screwed a bolt in tightly with his fingers. Groot didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt himself become rooted into the wall. Rocket perked his head up at the sound of the door sliding open. He watched you pad out of the bathroom, a slip hanging off your shoulders as you dried the top of your hair.
“Did Groot fall asleep already?” You asked, tossing the towel to the side as Rocket murmured in agreement. After walking up to Groot, you kissed him on his forehead before walking towards the bed.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that before I go to bed?” Rocket asked, grinning to himself as you felt your face heat up. The words got lodged in your throat, so you stayed silent and looked away from him. “Left you speechless? That’s usually the effect I have on people,” He snickered, closing a final compartment on his gun and placing it against the bed.
“Its not funny,” You said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over your shoulders as you curled away from Rocket. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he got up on the bed. His nose wiggled in your hair, just brushing against the back of your neck.
“I think its cute,” He murmured, his paw resting on your waist as he pulled himself closer. “I love getting you all riled up,” His voice was low, feeling his breath right along your ear before feeling his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh on your neck.
“Maybe Groot should have slept on the bed instead,” You barked back, Rocket grinning at the remark.
“And have you sleep on the floor? Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do all this with Groot,” He snickered. You turned around, your lower lip sticking out in a pout as your brows furrowed.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” He mocked you, his ears pressing against his head. Tonight was not the night. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t the first instance of him flirting with you. Or perhaps it was because you didn’t want Rocket to only see you as a blushing mess. Perhaps it was because you wanted him to see you as someone who could keep up with him. It was most definitely because you loved him, though.
Your hands reached out for his, enclosing them with your fists and pinning them above his head as you straddled him. His eyes were wide, watching uncertainty hide behind your irises as your hair fell to one side.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” She mocked. Rocket closed his eyes, shaking his head for a second before opening them again and grinning.
“I think I like this side of you,” He whispered, making sure Groot couldn’t hear them.
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a hotel. We are supposed to sleep. Do you think you can do that just for this one night?” You asked, a glimmer of mischief in Rocket’s eyes.
“Actually it’s a Love Hotel,” He corrected. “If I’m not mistaken, we aren’t supposed to be sleeping,” His brow raised, looking up at you as his left ear twitched.
“Maybe another night, Rocket. Tonight, we sleep,” You said, rolling off of him and getting under the comforter.
“Another night?” He echoed. “I don’t know…perhaps we should get a sneak peak-“ You interrupted him by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close to you. His head laid on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Tonight, we sleep,” You mumbled, eyes closed as Rocket agreed in silence. Tonight you would sleep.

Tease - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request 

request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂

YES!!!!!!!

a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss



“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.

“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.

“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”

i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.

ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.

“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”

i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.

enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.

we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.

i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.

“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.

“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,

“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:

“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.

“okay…” i said.

with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.

enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.

i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”

enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!

“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”

“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”

he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”

“teasing?” i repeated.

“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.

“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.

his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.

enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!

oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.

enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!

his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.

i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.

“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.

bliss, utter bliss.

i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.

i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.

wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.

his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.

“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.

what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…

“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.

that day totally changed my world.

Just the Beginning

Summary: The reader is tired of Bucky treating her like some pawn in his own game. When the reader finally decides to do something about it, the game changes all together. 

Word Count: 867

Authors note: I’m getting my computer fixed and wanted to make sure I had something for you guys incase it takes awhile!! Of course this is SMUT FILLED! I couldn’t help myself when I thought about Bucky having a name kink;)

      You’d been waiting to train with Bucky for about ten minutes now. To be honest, the only reason you were doing this was because Steve. 

     The last mission had been pretty rough, and Steve believed that Bucky could help you be more experienced for the next one. 

     The only problem was that you didn’t exactly get a long with Bucky. it wasn’t that he was an awful person, but he was damn cocky.

    He’d always make little remarks, acting as if you were madly in love with him. He’d find little ways to touch you, and when you’d look at him with wide eyes he’d just be sitting there with a grin on his face. 

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Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’ve been working at the shop for a while now, and have formed a crush on Jax and he has one on you, but you don’t know. You get jealous when he starts to flirt with a Crow Eater at a party and you confront him about it, but spill your feelings for him. 

I’ve Always Loved You

“Hey (Y/N), the boys are throwing a party tonight. Are you going?” Cherry swirled on the spinny chair behind the office desk. I could hear the bubble gum popping between her teeth. I look up to see her with a smirk playing at her lips. I have been working at the club for a couple months now, after Gemma hired me. Everyone has been really welcoming and I love my job. There is one problem though, I have a huge crush on the VP of the Sons of Anarchy. He’s way out of my league and will never have feelings for me, but a girl can dream.

“I don’t know? I was just thinking about staying in tonight.” I look back down at the paper work and I hear her chuckle.

“Come on, Jax is gonna be there. I know you want to see him.” Cherry’s heels clicked across the cemet and I chewed on my lip.

“I don’t kn-”

“Just say yes! Don’t be a prude. Also, this might be your only chance to get close to Jax.” She nudged me with her elbow and I giggled. Cherry was my best friend, and the only one who knew about my feelings for Jax. I helped him through a lot when it came to Abel and Wendy. He talked to me about the club, and I felt like he really trusted me. He was such a good friend. He helped me with a lot of my problems as well.

“Fine! I’ll go!”

“Where are you going?” I hear a familiar deep voice and butterflies errupt in my stomach. I spin around to see the blonde haired, buff, man in front of me. Jax Teller.

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I’m Spoken For

gif is mine

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count:  1,016

Warnings: some random girl (you’ll see lol)

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Another city, another person to save from a supernatural creature.  You, Dean, and Sam were in Montana hunting a shapeshifter who was killing humans, along with the person they were using as a meat suit.  

Dean and Sam helped the woman to her feet after you cut her free from the pole she had been tied to.  Once she was on her feet, she clung to Dean as if she couldn’t stand.  “Oh my god, thank you so much,” she breathed, resting her head against Dean’s chest.

You couldn’t help but cringe at the woman.  “Dean are you sure that thing was alone,” you asked, glancing over at him.  You locked eyes with the woman for a brief few seconds.  “I know there’s not another body down here, but still.”  You joined Sam who was looking at the different piles of flesh.  You had to make sure that the body count was the same from the coroner’s report.

“Nothing else ever came down here,” the woman answered before Dean could say a single word.  She glanced up at Dean, bringing her hand up to his chest.  “You must be Dean.  Nice to meet you, I’m Alice.”

“Well Alice, you’re safe now,” Dean reassured her, forcing a smile.  “Looks like they kept you unscathed, but why?”

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Imagine breaking up with Chris.

A/N: Just wanted to test my limits as a writer and write some angst. 

You sat outside Chris’ house in a cab, terrified to go inside. The air inside had been thick with an impending tragedy since the morning; though the inhabitants could sense it, neither were ready to face it. Up until a few days ago, you’d never imagine you’d associate the feelings of fear and angst with Chris. It was unbeknownst to you, how a man you swore you saw the rest of your life with could bring forth such unwanted emotions. He was a good man, one of the best people you’d ever encounter in your lifetime. What you felt had nothing to do with him as a person; it wasn’t a reflection of your time together; and it didn’t tarnish the good feelings and wonderful memories you’d procured over three years. There was no explanation as to why a relationship everyone had expected to make all the way to a pretty white chapel was coming to an end. Sometimes things just didn’t work out, sometimes two people weren’t meant to be together despite how perfect they seemed for each other. It was unfair, but that was the odious reality.

Earlier, at 7:48PM, when Chris returned home from the gym to find his house without your presence, he knew you were attempting to prolong your workday in order to avoid the confrontation. He, too, wanted to avoid it; of all the things he’d give to be as far from it, his privacy was one of them. As he waited for your inevitable return, he’d found himself wishing he was on a press tour because he’d rather be with invasive journalists than in the same house with the girl he loved but had no future with. He felt terrible when he realized it was relief surging through him when he walked in to see you hadn’t returned from work yet. He didn’t understand what went wrong, he was so sure you’d been on the same path as him. And why wouldn’t he have been? You’d always been adamant about what you wanted in a relationship; how marriage and kids were part of your eventual plan. You told him when you first met him at twenty-three that twenty-six was the golden age for all of that. So why was it that when he asked you to marry him three days ago, you hesitated.

The diamond ring felt heavy on your finger as you lifted your left hand to grab your change from the cab driver. You got out of the cab and watched it drive away before you took carefully measured steps towards the front door. You felt like a soldier cautiously approaching the enemy’s base. Even with your guard up, you weren’t ready for the battle awaiting you. Your hands were as cold as the metal key you pulled out from your bag; your stomach twisted and turned like the mechanisms in the lock; and your heart skipped a beat that would’ve been as loud as the click when you successfully unlocked the front door. With a deep breath, you quietly pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Like every other night when you returned home from work, Dodger was waiting for you. However, tonight, his tail wasn’t wagging. It was almost as though he knew this was the last time he was going to get to welcome you home and it broke your heart to see his furry face so heavy with sadness. You slipped off your heels, scanning the vicinity for Chris as you gave Dodger’s head a quick pat. The house was unusually quiet, for you to come home to silence when Chris wasn’t working wasn’t something you were used to. He always had something going, whether it was the TV or music. He was definitely home because his car was in the driveway, so where was he? You wandered further into the house, turning to look down the hallway where the master bedroom waited at the end.

“Hey.”

Your whole body flinched when you heard his voice. You turned and found him sitting in the dimly lit kitchen with a beer in his hand. He managed a small smile which you mirrored before dropping your gaze to the ground. You felt numb as your heart ached in your chest. You didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to lose him. What was your life going to be like without him in it? What kind of misery were you going to suffer if you saw him with someone else? You didn’t want to think about it, but you had to. You were being selfish if you didn’t. You weren’t ready to live the life he wanted and if you forced yourself into it, it would only end in divorce. Right now, you weren’t married and you didn’t have kids; the collateral damage would be less if you left now.

“We need to talk, don’t we?” You asked in a voice so soft and feeble neither recognized it.

Chris’ heart ached hearing how the relationship had reduced you. Did he do that? Did he turn the strongest person he knew weak? He could feel how lost you were when he asked you to marry him. That pause you took before you utter the word “yes,” told him everything he needed to know. You didn’t say yes for yourself, you said it because of him. You loved him enough to help move his plans forward, even if that meant derailing your own. But that kind of love wasn’t going to last forever, he couldn’t have you resent him in the future because you didn’t do what was right for yourself. You were going to be better off with someone else, someone who had a plan similar to yours. The timing wasn’t right, and that was the awful thing about love- it was all about the timing. He loved you deeply and if it were his choice, he’d spend the rest of his life with you. But it wasn’t, so if you wanted to go- he was going to let you go.

“Yeah,” he felt himself nod.

There was a long, painfully deafening pause. You looked up from your feet and met his gaze; both simultaneously teared up. “Can we not?” You asked, trying your utmost best not to break down and cry. He didn’t need to see you cry; likewise, you didn’t need to see him cry.

“Yeah,” he felt himself nod again. “Have you had dinner?” He asked and you shook your head. “You good with spaghetti?” He asked and you nodded. It was like you couldn’t speak because you knew if you did, your voice would shake and you’d break down crying. “I made it while I was waiting for you, I was hoping we could have dinner together.” It was unsaid: “for the last time,” but it was there.

You sat in the bar stool adjacent to his and brushed your thumb over the diamond ring that wouldn’t be there in the morning while he plated. Neither really saw the point of pretending like you had an appetite, but it was a charade that helped slow the painful realization that it was over from reaching your hearts. “Thanks,” you mumbled when Chris placed a plate of spaghetti down in front of you. He placed his down in front of him then grabbed cutlery to distribute between the two of you before taking his seat.

The two of you managed a few mouthfuls- Chris one more than you, before reducing to just poking at the food. Chris didn’t know what to say. This was easily one of the hardest breakups he’d ever endured, mainly because he was so sure about you being the one. What if he offered to wait? Would you stay if he took back his proposal until you were ready? He couldn’t lose you, just the idea of waking up tomorrow to find that ring on your bedside table and his house emptied of your things stopped him from breathing.

“If I take it back,” Chris began and you looked up from your plate, “will you stay?” Your eyes quickly filled with tears, falling over the edge and rolling down your cheeks. Chris started to weep himself, “if you’re not ready to get married, I can take it back.” His tone was started to get frantic because he was afraid he’d never see you again after tonight. “We don’t have to get married, okay? I don’t need to have kids right now, I can wait. Please just-” He reached across and caressed your face in his hand. “Don’t quit me, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to,” you admitted as you started to cry. “I don’t want to, Chris.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist and he got off his chair to wrap you into a tight hug. He could tell from your tone that you’d made a decision he couldn’t sway you from. “But I might never be ready.” He closed his eyes, squeezing the tears from his corners as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I’m so sorry.” It was over, there was nothing up for negotiation; what was shattered was unfixable. You weren’t the girl for him, the run was over.

“Me too,” he whispered into your hair then drew back, brushing your tears with the back of his hand. “Will you at least stay the night? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” he admitted, earning a nod from you. “No,” he shook his head when he saw you’d started to take off the engagement ring he’d bought for you. “That’s- I got it because I believed it belonged on your finger.” You left it, getting to your feet and wrapping both arms tight around his neck. You started to sob the second he hugged you back. “It’s okay, we’re going to be okay.”

“I love you so much, Chris,” you choked out, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he managed a smile through his tears. “I just wish that wasn’t the only thing we had in common.” You buried your face back in his chest, hugging him tightly. “Promise me something,” he began then continued when he felt you nod, “don’t settle for less than you deserve.”

“Only if you promise me the same thing.”

That night, you slept in Chris’ arms for the last time. And in the morning, before the sun reached its peak, you pressed a soft goodbye kiss on his lips. You slipped downstairs and kissed Dodger goodbye too before leaving the house you’d called a home for two years. Your things would be retrieved later, on a day he’d promised he wouldn’t be home for. You hoped he’d keep to his promise after he woke and saw what you’d left on his bedside table.

Chris woke a few minutes after your cab pulled out of his driveway. “Y/N?” He rubbed his bleary eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Y/N, are you-” He was cut off by the glistened of your diamond ring, sitting on top of a small notecard; they patiently waited for his attention. He had expected this, but he was still unprepared. His tired, puffy eyes started to weep again when he saw that one simple word in your handwriting: “Goodbye.”

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Time for Viktor to put on the moves.  

I got a long comic coming up so have a goofy gif for now.

To all the support, Thank you! I am truely floored and humbled by everyone who is interested. I cant wait to explore this Au with all of you!

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Andrew Wood - The Jesus Christ of Grunge

I worked at a record store for most of my college days. The pay was terrible, the customers had bad taste (for the most part), and the owner was always doing some untoward stuff that later resulted in his partner kicking him out of the business… but it may have been the best job I’ve ever had. Why was it the best job ever?  Because my income was supplemented by an unending supply of promo CDs, first crack at all CDs being traded in by customers, and my name always happened to make it onto the guest list of two of the three big music venues in town. Plus my co-workers were a diverse group of equally music-obsessed nerds, punk rockers, hip-hop enthusiasts and an Anglophile manager who became one of my best friends. It was pretty epic, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.


Working in a record store also gave me special insight into crazy rabbit hole of music theory conspiracies. My buddy Ryan Shaw had this theory about Andrew Wood, the lead singer of Mother Love Bone and the first major heroin casualty of the grunge era. His theory was that Andrew Wood was the prophet that rock and roll was promised, that he would be overlooked and ridiculed in his own time, and then sentenced to death for the sins of rock and roll, only to be resurrected and live eternally through his disciples and their testimony. 


In other words, Andrew Wood was the Jesus Christ of Grunge who had to die for the sins of Hair Metal so that Rock and Roll could live on. 


SIDE NOTE: My buddy Ryan was an ordained minister who later became a trial lawyer, so that gives credence to the underpinning philosophy of the theory.  

Much like B.C. and A.D., prior to Andrew Wood there was no “Alternative” but after his death we started living in the Alternative age. Grunge, Indie and Nu-Metal, Emo, and Alt-Country were all new gospels that were written in the aftermath of Andrew Wood’s passing…
So if Andrew Wood was the Jesus Christ of Grunge, who were his apostles?


Stone Gossard as SIMON/PETER - The rock upon which the Temple of the Dog was built, literally. Stone Gossard is the through line for the Seattle sound and was ever present in its inception. From his time at Green River to Mother Love Bone to Temple of the Dog to Pearl Jam and then Brad, Gossard was the foundation stone. Without Stone Gossard, would there even be grunge? Stone is the rhythm (along with his brother Jeff Ament) from which the music is manifested. Gossard may never have been front and center in all of the bands he formed, but he spoke softly and carried a big axe.

Chris Cornell as JOHN - John was the disciple whom Jesus loved the most. 
Chris was Andrew’s roommate and best friend. When Andrew overdosed, Chris was on a European tour with Soundgarden striking his own Jesus Christ pose. Chris was so grief stricken with the loss that he immediately wrote two songs “Say Hello 2 Heaven” and “Reach Down” about Wood. Chris showed them to Stone and Jeff, and Temple of the Dog was formed to honor their late friend. Chris would later hit mainstream success with Soundgarden and with Audioslave (which was just okay but waaaayyy to mellow for a band composed of members of Rage Against the Machine and Soundgarden).


Jeff Ament as ANDREW (Simon/Peter’s brother) - Ament was right there with Stone in Green River, Mother Love Bone, Temple of the Dog and then Pearl Jam. He’s the bass that pulses the heartbeat of the music. Plus, his graphic design sense provided the classic look and feel of all the liner notes and album packaging for those bands (which along with flannel, long hair, and Doc Martens worn with shorts, were essential cornerstones of the era). Through Ames Bros. Design, Pearl Jam’s visual aesthetic was really set in stone and their tour posters became must-have’s for screen print enthusiasts everywhere. Music never looked so good.


Eddie Vedder as JAMES, SON of ALPHAEUS - Some people say that James was literally Jesus’ little brother, while other’s interpret it metaphorically because upon dying Jesus said to James that Mary was now his mother, and James was now her son. Either way, Eddie Veddie was the younger brother of Andrew Wood who then took his mother’s hand and ushered in a new era of grunge. Eddie would tell you that he’s no fucking messiah, which is meant as a testament to the love he had for his brother.


SIDE NOTE: I almost had Eddie as Paul/Saul, not one of the original 12 apostles, but one of the most steadfast and true disciples of Jesus whose writings to the Romans and to the Corinthians would help shape Christian philosophy for many centuries to come. As the lead singer and songwriter of Pearl Jam, you could make a case that Eddie is Paul, but I don’t think he’s gentile enough for that. He’s Eddie Vedder, and that’s an entirely different essay.


Kurt Cobain as SIMON THE CANAANITE or SIMON THE ZEALOT
- 
Simon the Zealot was known for strictly keeping the law of Moses (the Ten Commandments) and had great disregard for where he saw people headed. In Jesus, Simon found someone who was practicing what he preached. Simon would go on to evangelize the gospel in much of the west including throughout Egypt and into Africa. Kurt Cobain hated the mainstream and was a zealot when it came to grunge. He spread the word far and high and carried the tradition well. 



Layne Staley as THADDEUS - Cool name. Cool band. When a jar of flies is kept for too long, the man in a box digs some dirt. Staley of Alice in Chains and Mad Season fame burned out too soon, but man was he cool.

Dave Grohl as MATTHEW/LEVI - Matthew/Levi was the tax collector who gave up his job and life to follow Jesus. He was the author of one of the gospels (Gospel of Matthew). Grohl was a drummer who later gave up that life to lead his own band, the Foo Fighters, who went on to become one of the biggest alternative bands (and David Letterman’s favorite band). 



Kim Thyll as JAMES (brother of John) - James was John’s brother who followed him along and became an apostle. He had a moment of doubt when Jesus came back to life and doubted that it was really Jesus. Kim followed Chris Cornell into Soundgarden and preached the gospel upon a black hole sun. He later had many doubts when Chris left the band and stored to become a pop singer and then started Audioslave, which was terrible. Eventually, Soundgarden reformed and the word could go on being spread, one music hall, arena or outdoor festival at a time.

Jerry Cantrell as BARTHOLOMEW - Cool name. Cool band. Do the Bart, man!

Mark Arm as PHILIP - Philip was an apostle, but he didn’t really matter. He was there at the start and probably did some stuff but you can’t really remember it. That’s kind of like Mark Arm and Mudhoney. He started Green River and recruited Stone Gossard to the band because he only wanted to sing instead of sing and play guitar. Then He formed Mudhoney. They had a moment for a slight minute but most people couldn’t tell them apart from Tad. How’s that for a Judgement Night?


Courtney Love as MARY MAGDALENE - Go listen to Hole’s first record, Live Through This, and you’ll be asking Courtney if you could wash HER feet. From start to finish, that album is all killer and no filler, regardless of wether Kurt Cobain wrote it or not. 


Thurston Moore as JUDAS - Sonic Youth were grunge before grunge was a thing. They ushered in the alt-rock movement and were preaching the gospel way before it was cool. In another world, Thurston Moore would have been John the Baptist, but he blew up the band by betraying Kim Deal (whom the Dandy Warhols rightly worshipped in their song “As Cool as Kim Deal”). So, yeah. Thurston Moore is Judas.         

Paul Westerberg as JOHN THE BAPTIST - He came first and helped lay the groundwork for the alternative movement. This could have easily gone to Michael Stipe of R.E.M., but The Replacements were much better and spawned a legion of followers. The Mats work in the 80s at Twin Tone and in Minneapolis would help to set up the dynamic that would take place in Seattle with Sub Pop. Westerberg couldn’t hardly wait…

With Pearl Jam having recently been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, now more than ever, we should give thanks and praise to the great Andrew Wood, the Captain Hi-Top, Love Commander (it is right to give him thanks and praise). For he so loved rock and roll and that he was forced to suffer, die and was buried for its sins so that rock could be reborn again. May he rest in peace today, knowing that his words still resonate with the masses.

So come bite the apple, my fellow star dog champions.      

Hide your mom. Control your sister.  Yeah.

Can I get a Hallelujah?

A reading from the Book of Stone

A Little Too Late Part 14

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 14

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,276

Warnings: angst and fluff

A/N: I hope you are all ready for this next part! Things are just getting interesting! I think I’ll be doing something SPECIAL for thanksgiving. So STAY TUNED! Or get excited?? Either way it’s gonna be great!

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You parked your car just outside the bunker.  It was late in the evening now.  You climbed out of your car, patting the hood of your car.  “It’s been so long since I’ve had my car,” you mumbled.  “It feels good to have my car back.”

Dean quickly strolled up to you and your car, Sam, Balthazar, and Castiel trailing behind him.  Dean leaned against your car, facing you.  “So [Y/N], you wanna let me take her for a spin,” Dean smirked.

“Actually how about you put it in the garage, we need to do a cavity search on my car,” you joked.  You saw the pleading look mixed with excitement on Dean’s face.  You sighed, handing Dean the keys to your car.  “It better be in the garage in twenty minutes, or so help me Dean Winchester,” you grumbled.  You quickly opened the trunk, tossing your bag at Gabriel.  “And no digging around in my car either,” you shouted at Dean.

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