Request: Omg could you please do something Where what happened in tonight’s episode with Cas happens, but it’s the reader’s dream and she wakes up and Cas is right there and completely fine and he comforts and cuddles her?? I need this so much rn
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Word Count: a little less than 1k. I know it’s short, but I think it gets the job done.
Warnings: *SPOILERS FROM 12X23!* angst, but it gets resolved bc WE ALL NEED THIS FLUFF RIGHT NOW
You sat on the opposite side of Mary on the bed, squeezing Kelly’s hand as she got through another contraction. It was then that you heard Sam and Dean speaking in rushed, frantic tones outside, and you looked at Mary with worry in your eyes.
Hiding that you’re dating Gabriel from your brothers
Word count: 1868
Warnings: Smutty, (orgasm denial, having to keep quiet), I’m trash ;)
A/N: I might make a part 2 for this to continue on with the story
“You’re going to have to tell them sometime sugar,” Gabriel spoke only slightly out of breath from the heated morning you two had spent together.
Gabriel’s arm was wrapped behind your head, you were leant closely onto his bare chest and both of your legs were securely intertwined.
“I don’t know Gabe,” the use of that nickname made his heart flutter every time it left your lips but he refused to back down. Although the Winchesters dislike him, they deserved to know who their little sister was dating. On top of that, Gabriel didn’t like the thought of you keeping secrets from your own brothers all because of him for so long.
“Come on sweetheart, I’ll be right there by your side,” Gabriel persuaded lifting his hand to your face and stroking his thumb over your cheek.
Silence overtook the room for a moment as you thought about what Gabriel had said. You knew he felt guilty as he was the source of the secret which was breaking the trust your brothers had with you and in turn, you felt guilty for making Gabe keep the secret too. Eventually, you came to the decision that it would be best for everyone if you told your brothers (even if it meant living with a few angry Winchesters for a while at least you and Gabe would be able to be yourselves around them and not keep sneaking around).
Characters: Sam, Lucifer ( or Casifer if you want to be technical), Dean x Reader, Amara, Gabriel x Reader (you’ll see)
Word Count: 1,627
Warnings: angst, slight fluff
A/N: I wrote this a while ago, maybe a month or two ago, and I decided to post it finally. I hope you all like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
Ever since Dean removed the mark of Cain, there had been this unspoken tension between the two of you. You loved Dean, and he loved you, but there was one huge problem; the darkness, or Amara as she called herself. Dean was your boyfriend, but Amara acted as if you didn’t exist. You didn’t take her affection for Dean lightly.
When you finally came face to face with Amara, she was not pleased with you. She made sure to note that Dean and her were bonded. You chose not to give a shit about what she said. You weren’t willing to lose Dean, especially to Amara. By the time Amara was done with you, you were beaten and bloody. Lucifer was the one to heal you. If it wasn’t for him, you probably would have died of internal bleeding.
“[Y/N] please,” Dean pleaded. “Amara will kill you.” Dean’s eyes looked over the blood that still stained your skin and your clothes.
Summary: After your mother, Mary, is dragged into the rift with Lucifer you take off for a break from hunting. Coming to a small town called Riverdale you adapt to normal life and get some friends and a boyfriend. They have no idea of your real life until trouble comes.
Characters: Jughead Jones x Winchester!Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Lacey (OFC), Chuck Clayton, Sam Winchester (mentioned) and Dean Winchester (mentioned).
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or Supernatural in any way, shape or form. I do not own any gifs or images in there either. All I own is Lacey and the reader too.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, monsters, and fluff
A/N: Lots of requests to do that I’m excited about! This was shit at the end though.
You were staring up at the building with interest given you only had a few weeks in each school you arrived at. This was the first one you could be staying at for an indefinite time and you weren’t sure how you would survive.
“Who is that?” Your keen hearing picked up from a short distance from you.
You shoved the book bag filled with supplies that Sam had helped you pick out with a tense silence between you too. As your older brother he wasn’t excited to not have you close by. The thing was that after your mother was dragged into the rift by Lucifer. Sixteen years ago, revealed to your siblings and you by Chuck, Mary was brought to life in order to make another full Winchester child. You were sure it had to do with the Nephilim that Chuck knew would happen.
i’ve had this fic in my docs for ages i hope it makes sense lmao. also like can you BELIEVE the obscure pairing i worked in later in the fic like…why the fuck even. i don’t know. my hand slipped when i was finishing this.
“Okay,” Simon says, stabbing at the air emphatically, “okay, hypothetical. You, versus like, Superman. Who would win?”
Jace groans, rolls over, half-heartedly slaps at Simon’s shoulder.
“I don’t know.” He groans, clearly over the whole conversation. “You just had your dick in my ass, and you can still think?”
“These are important questions, Jace.” Simon says, propping himself up and scratching at his chest as he stares at Jace curled up on his side, hair falling softly in front of his face like some sort of angel. An angel that likes to weave extravagant lies about the Shadow world to trick Simon and then whisper filthy things to him when they fuck.
Jace glares at him, looking like a ruffled kitten.
“Get out.” he says irritably, and Simon shrugs and stands, shimmying on his boxers. Contrary to what Clary says, he can in fact do casual friends with benefits with Jace, thanks for the trust, Fray.
“Don’t miss my skills too much.” He says, winking exaggeratedly as he pulls his shirt on, and Jace groans and thumps his face into the pillow.
“I’d win against Superman.” He mumbles. “I have a fucking sword, Simon.”
Request: Castiel physically hurting the reader while being really angry about something that happened and the whole situation ends up in both of them admitting their feelings towards each other ? :) -Requested by Anon
A/N: Here’s a random little fluff bit for you guys <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Language, implied smut
Word Count: 1.4k
“Castiel I swear to god, don’t fucking talk to me!” you shouted as you stormed into the bunker, slamming the door open and stomping down the stairs to the war room. You weren’t surprised to see Sam and Dean had gotten up and come into the room to see what all the commotion was.
“Y/N, I’m sor-” The angel began, following you into the bunker, but you cut him off.
Summary: When Castiel suggest to use the reader as bait Dean isn’t too happy about it.
Characters: Y/N, Dean, Castiel, Sam
Word Count: 2,000 ish
Warnings: Language, Drinking, Dean being over protective, Crack-ish, fluff
A/N: This is my entry for @creatively-charlie ‘s Anniversary Writing Challenge and my prompt were “Excuse me I have to go make a scene” & “Hey, no threatening the Angel.”
This is also my entry for @atc74 follower celebration, my song was Down in the Mississippi (Up to no good) by Sugarland. The line I had to use was “All these years without any help, well guess what honey? Clothes just don’t wash themselves.”
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A/N: This was requested by @ishipmichifer! I am sorry that this is so short, but the request wasn’t that specific </3 So hopefully you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!
Two demons held you up by your arms. Even though you tried to wriggle free, it was no use. You were beaten and bruised; you were in no shape for a fight. It was foolish of you to think that you could go out on a hunt without backup. You were dating Lucifer; you were targeted by demons and angels everywhere you went.
These demons were followers of Crowley. He must still want the throne to hell, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this situation. A demon entered the room, wearing a devious smirk on his lips. Of course Crowley wouldn’t come here himself. He was a coward.
“You’ll never get away-.” You tried to speak, but your words were cut off when the back of the demon’s hand met your face. You let out a huff of frustration, glaring at the demon before you.
Jealousy was the one emotion you weren’t capable of controlling in front of people, especially the blue eyed angel and the black eyed bitch. Meg was your worst enemy, not only had she broken your arm three times, twice on purpose, but she really knew how to get under your skin. She was flirty and she was good at it to, you on the other hand could not flirt for the life of you, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing considering Cas couldn’t pick up on flirtations a lot of the time. But when she flirted with him it would drive you insane, even if he didn’t notice.
You had a crush on Cas ever since you met him back when he pulled Dean out of perdition. Back then he was more of an ass, but he’d still manage to make your heart flip with one quick glance. But with Meg in the picture there was barely any time for you to hang out with him, considering she’s always around him.
Sam, Dean, and yourself had just finished a hunt not too long ago which meant you were trying your best to relax before you jumped back into the impala for another long drive. Sam was most likely out for a run considering he couldn’t get one earlier today, Dean was outside washing in the motel parking lot despite telling him he should probably wait until you got back to Bobby’s. Cas was sitting at the table, reading through a lore book while you laid flat on your back on the bed, trying to think of something to say to the angel.
“Hey, Cas?” You murmured, staring up at the peeling paint on the ceiling. “Why are you staying here with us? I mean, you have those wings and we aren’t exactly doing anything, usually you’re hard to track down.”
Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Warnings: Fluff, Depression mentions Requested By: @wayward-mirage (“Please, just do this for me.”) A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to write. Especially since it’s so short. >.< I’m sorry if it sucks lots I’m trying to stay in the same tense/also trying to use smart descriptive words and pretty much failing.
A sigh left your lips as you hunched your shoulders forward, setting your chin in your hands and gazing intently at a scratch on the table. Depression was something you had struggled with for years and you’d eventually just accepted that nothing could fix it. Feelings of hopelessness and absolute numbness became second nature to your every day routine. If you could even call it a routine.
You had attempted a therapist or two, but you weren’t one to blurt out your feelings to someone you didn’t know well. You were also the person who didn’t want to burden people you cared for with your silly problems. You were at a quite a stalemate.
Today was one of the rather worse days. There was no reason for your mood, it just happened as soon as you woke up. You had gotten out of bed, which was a good sign, but you immediately sat down at the table in your hotel room and had been sitting there for almost an hour. You’d recently finished a hunt which helped distract your mind from the mental war you fight every day, but now you were just waiting for the boys to complete their own hunt. So your mind was free.. Free to wander into the most dark places of your subconscious.
You blink slowly and take a deep breath. You wondered where Lucifer was. You weren’t sure how, but the devil himself helped your mental health merely by his presence. Maybe it was the warmth he emanated or the kindness he showed you despite all the things the brother’s told you about him. It was odd that he, out of everyone, could soothe your mind. But all you knew was that he did and you found yourself longing for his company.
You jumped, a chill running from your neck to your lower back. You turned around and a flicker of calm passed through your eyes as you met his.
“Feeling low today, dear?” He knelt down at your side and gently took your hands in his rough ones, rubbing his thumbs along the top of yours. A concerned look knitted into his brows as he tilted his head to the right at the end of his question.
You immediately broke eye contact, swallowed, and gave a small nod. You hated that he could tell, but it wasn’t exactly an inconspicuous thing. Your depression might as well be an illuminated neon sight on your forehead.
“Well,” He started, placing his right hand on your chin and lightly directing you to meet his eyes once more, “I think I can help you a bit.” He gave his trademark mischievous smile and you found the corners of your mouth tugging upward almost on their own accord.
“There’s that beautiful smile of yours. Now,” He stood, bringing you with him and pulling you into his chest. He hugged you ever so softly, giving you a chance to pull away if it made you uncomfortable. As soon as you gripped onto his shirt as though your life depended on it, he tightened his grip and placed his face in the crook of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the sound of his heart beat and slow breathing, the sounds helping relax your entire body.
“You can do it, darling. I know you can. You kill monsters, demons, and the occasional angel when needed,” He spoke softly, his warm breath on your neck, “So think of this mood as a monster… And stab it in the damn face.”
You let out a weak chuckle as tears of happiness formed in the corner of your eyes.
“Hell, forget the angel blade. That’d be too kind. Use a plastic butter knife.” He laughed in your shoulder, the sounds vibrating through out your body.
He pulled back slowly to meet your gaze, his hands placed on each side of your face, “One day at a time, okay? Please, just do this for me.” He wiped away your tears with his thumbs, flashing you a big intoxicating grin.
Your heart skipped a beat and the tears broke through the dam, freely spilling down your cheeks and past the big smile he had put on your face. He cared about you and he never gave you a reason to doubt that and somehow, you could believe it despite your low mental state. You nodded before pressing your face back into his chest and wrapping your arms around him.
“I’ll try.” You replied.
He held you once again, running his fingers through your hair, “I’m always here for you, don’t you forget that.”
so this is actually part of a wip tag (i was tagged by this lovely ❤️ @smollbaekhyun) but i decided to just show you guys a bit of part 9 to aitd, since i know many of you are anticipating it! Enjoy ~
“You lied to me!” the
15yr old Jungkook screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from
streaming down his puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure
Jin, lifelessly looked
at his youngest sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to
“The truth!” the doe eyed
“It doesn’t work like
that Jungkook, especially in this family.”
laughed, sounding as if he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”
At that, Jin closed
his eyes in frustration – he knew that it was never easy for any of them to
find out the truth, but Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled
the others had shown great anger momentarily, but then they would get over it.
Hell, even him himself hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the
truth about his own mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different
from the rest of them. He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and
hadn’t become a cold-hearted machine that followed orders like the rest of them
And that’s when Jin
discovered he had to change that.
“Why are you getting
so upset Kookie?” the elder said with a chilling voice. “I understand that your
mother dying is quite saddening, but…” he trailed off, only to find the boy
looking directly at him with fiery in his eyes.
He knew that he should
have stopped – but he couldn’t. He needed to break him. So, he didn’t let the
twisted smile on his face disappear, as he spoke the dreaded act Jungkook had committed;
“You heard me just
fine. My soul for Sam’s. Easy switcher-oo.” You clenched your jaw, impatient
with how long the archangel was taking to think about the deal you were
offering. Dean needed Sam back, you could see it. You weren’t as good of a
hunter and both of your older brothers always tried to protect you, leaving
room for silly mistakes to be made.
For as long as he took
to make a decision he sure didn’t take his time to take action. Your ears
popped and everything went black.
A boot nudged your ribs
and you sat up to find yourself surrounded by thick, metal bars, looking up at
the pure blue eyes of Lucifer himself.
Requested by anon:
Hi! Can I request a Sam x Reader one shot where a demon kidnaps Sam and
the Reader and basically accuses the Reader of messing around with Dean
and being unfaithful to Sam? And the demon basically tortures her in
front of him because it’s *what she deserves* but the demon was actually
lying the whole time because the reader really does love Sam and ends
Pairings: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Violence, strong lenguage, a little angst and a little fluff
Word Count: 1131
A/N: Sorry for taking too much time to doo this, but I actually had to write it ike 3 times but anyways… Here is it. I actually like it, so let me know if you like it too. <3
“Let me out!” You screamed and kick the trunk’s door. Everything was dark and you were desperate to get out of there, you wanted to kill the fucking demon that just kidnapped you and then go back to Sam’s arms.
You felt the car slowing down until it finally stopped. Your arms were tied behind your back so you couldn’t actually defend yourself. The door opened and the sun light hit your eyes like it was fire.
The demon grabbed your arm and pulled you out. The demon was using some woman’s body as a meat suit, she was thin and in normal situations you could beat her down, but the strength that the demon possessing her, was giving her, was enormous and you couldn’t put any resistance.
“What the hell you want from me!” You screamed while she was pulling you inside an empty warehouse. “Just reveal the truth.” She threw you to the ground, making you hit your head, provoking you to lose all sense of orientation.
You couldn’t resist while she tied you to a chair and rip your blouse, revealing your anti-possession tattoo just below your shoulder. “Well, we need to get rid of these if we want to have fun.” She pulled out a dagger and without saying something else, she dug it into your flesh, making you scream in pain. “But before we continue…”
You could feel the demon penetrating your brain, your mind, and your memories. Images were passing in front of your eyes just like a movie, images of you and Sam, the moments you shared together, every kiss and even the first one you ever shared. “No, I don’t need this shit.” You heard her and she went deeper. “Yes!” Then images of Dean… You two laughing together and sharing very intimate moments. “I knew you were a bitch.” She left your mind and your head was pulsating, it was like a migraine but multiplied by ten. And then you passed out.
The pain was the thing that woke you up. The demon was piercing your skin all over again. She literally wanted to cut off a piece of your skin, your tattoo, so she could possess you. “Sam is going to found me, you bastard.” You hissed. “Oh honey, I’m counting on that… But let’s look again to that little mind of yours.”
The pain started all over again when she entered to your mind again. But somehow, she was picking just the memories of Dean and she was arranging them…
A thud noise interrupted your yelling, the door fell down and you saw your boyfriend entering the dark room. “Y/N?” Sam then looked at the demon next to you. “I’m going to kill you.” He threatened her. “Do you really want to waste your time with this unfaithful bitch?” Your skin burned at her touch, just where she had her down. “Sam!” You screamed and he pointed his gun again. “Get away from her!” “But I have to show you something first.”
Pain again, but now it was different because you saw Sam suffering too and then you understood, the demon was showing him your re-arranged memories with Dean. Once she finished, Sam looked at you from the ground, completely confused but you could see the pain in his eyes.
“She’s lying!” You shout. “How could I? Those were her memories.” The demon answered and then she burned your shoulder again. “Stop!” Sam screamed while he stood up. “Sam, please…” You begged, your lungs running out of air. “What? You don’t think she deserves this?” She took a step away from you, getting closer to Sam and then grabbed your knee, burning you through your jeans. “Stop!” He yelled again and shoot her in her hand. “She doesn’t even deserve that bullet… This is what she deserves.” She kicked the chair, making you fall and hit your head again.
“Sam…” The pain of the burns and the cuts was so intense you could barely talk. “She manipulated my memories… She…” “Shut up!” She kicked you again, breaking the chair in pieces. You glanced at Sam, tears coming down your face. You tried to move, but she kicked you one more time. “Sam, I love you!” “Lies!” You crawled, trying to stand. Sam was witnessing everything, he wasn’t moving, he was just watching how that demon was torturing you. “I love you!” That made him snap. He shot at the demon again, and he ran to her, stabbing her with an angel blade in the abdomen, killing her.
He dropped her to the ground and then got closer to you. “Sam…” You searched for words, but you couldn’t find any. Your body was heavy and some darkness was catching you, making you close your eyes and lose your sight of Sam, the man you truly loved.
Almost a day after of the incident you woke up. You were now in a warm bed, inside a cold room. It took you some seconds to realize you were in a hospital. “Y/N” You heard his worried voice and you turned your head to your right, where he was. “Sam…” He placed a hand on your cheek. “Don’t talk, Y/N, it’s alright.” “No…” You shook your head. “What happened… I…” You tried so bad to talk, but he didn’t let you. “I know, baby.” After hearing him calling you that way, a weight disappeared from your shoulders.
“The demon… She played with my memories, that’s why you saw…” “I know.” He repeated and leaned to kiss your forehead. “How did you…? I mean… It was pretty convincing…”
“Y/N…” He slowly said your name, in a sweet quiet voice. “I love you… And I know you love me.” You arched an eyebrow. “When I was seeing what the demon wanted me to see… It felt wrong. I don’t know how to explain it but I have to look back at my own memories and I just… It felt like it was impossible for you to lie to me. “He shook his head. "While I was seeing your fake memories, I saw my own and I felt all the love… Then I knew that she was playing with me… With us.”
He leaned again and gently pressed his lips against yours. “It made me realize how much I love you… How much you love me.”
You felt that too, it was something that was living inside your chest… Impossible to describe. Maybe that was the strongest type of love you’ve ever felt. Your heart, your soul, everything belonged to him. You belonged to Sam Winchester and he was yours.
Warnings: swearing, mention of blood, fluff, all sorts of
**Some silly thing I thought up while driving to work today.
Yet another late night/early morning writing. It’s about time I show Gabriel
some love. Enjoy.
(Not my GIF)
“Pass the gauze,” Sam grumbled from across the map room
table. You wiped the dry blood from your arm and leaned back in your chair,
sliding the box of gauze to him. Then, you continued to clean your superficial
The job hadn’t been a terrible one, but it wasn’t without a
fair share of fighting. Rogue angels, mainly. Ones loyal to a handful of bigger
names who were fighting for their chance to be God. You rolled your eyes at the
poor fuckers, the ones insistent that their dicks were bigger than the rest.
Welp. @sessomesmaru looks like you’re the Thing to break my dry spell. This is inspired by a GORGEOUS piece of artwork done by sess, as well as some words from @the-female-gaymer during the stream of said art (once the pic itself is released im gonna edit this post and include the link).