ok but hanzo and zarya are tru gay/lesbian solidarity? i mean honestly THE most terrifying ult combo in the game? plus theyre both jacked as shit and would probably be workout buddies and bench their partners and compare sick tattoos and punk haircuts
I’m sorry I haven’t written in a little while! School is just making me really busy. I’ll try and post once at least every two weeks. I’m sorry of I can’t :(
Anyway, here’s another request!
Okay so maybe something where the reader is jealous of how close Sam & Dean are, make it angsty 😹 - @winchesters-favorite-girl - i’ve kind of made my own twist on this! Hope you like it anyway!
Imagine always feeling as though you are nothing more then a burden and a blood relation to your brothers and feeling as though they don’t care for you so you leave them.
You were sat in the back of the impala, picking dried blood out of your stubby finger nails, anger rumbling in your chest. You’d saved your brothers once again from a hunt gone wrong and they hadn’t thanked you, simply patted each other on the back, sent a glance over their shoulder to you to make sure you were still alive and headed in the direction of the car.
They were speaking (or arguing, you could never tell) about the monster ‘they’ had just killed and you had no interest in listening so you rested your head on the back of the seat and looked out to the starry night.
It had been this way since you’d dropped out of high school. You’d be with them, but not quite there. You’d always been left out the circle and you couldn’t remember the last time your elder brothers had shown gratitude and love towards you and quite frankly, you had had enough.
Closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep, your mind travelled to a time when you were the centre of your brothers worlds.
You aged 5 and Sam aged 13:
Colouring in a unicorn in your activity book at the counter of the motel room kitchen, you reached for the purple crayon which was just out of your grip. Just as you were close to grabbing it, it rolled a little further away.
Whining and attempting to lean forward, you suddenly felt the stall give way, sending you toppling to the ground.
You cried out in pain as you hit your head on the marble floor. As your vision became faded and a headache made its self comfortable in your head, you saw Sam rushing towards you from the settee.
He quickly pulled you into his arms and cooed in your ear that everything would be ok and that there was nothing to worry about. He made it clear to you that you were a strong girl and that it was only a little graze.
You aged 13 and Dean aged 25:
You were waiting on the bench just outside of your temporary school as the girls in front of you made fun of your second hand clothes.
‘Look at that! What is it? A table cloth or a fourth hand blanket?’ The skinniest of them all said, pulling at your older brother Sam’s red flannel.
‘Don’t touch me.’ You growled, slapping her hand away.
‘What did you say, skank? Want me to hit you.’ The tallest of them all said, raising her hand at you.
As you were about to swerve the hand that was about to smack you, you froze as your biggest brother Dean tapped the girl on the shoulder.
She turned round, confusion and disgust on her face. ‘What do you want? Old man.’ She sneered at him. The other girls thought this was the funniest remark in the world.
Dean laughed for a second then looked at her dead in the eyes. ‘You touch my little sister again and i’ll break all your fingers. Oh, and by the way, that top is second hand. I’m pretty sure I saw a stripper with the clap wearing that a couple of nights ago.’ He gave his signature smirk at the end, hinting that the mob of mistakes (called teenage girls) should go away.
They did, fear and despise all over their faces as they made remarks about each others clothes.
‘Thanks Dean.’ You said as you stood up and hugged him.
‘Anytime.’ He responded, protectively wrapping his arms around you.
Yeah sure, anytime. I guess that had a time limit. Waking up with the thought in your head, you noticed that you were sat in the back of the Impala, your two elder brothers no where in sight.
As a feeling of hopelessness washed over you, you begged for Castiel to come and see you. He was the only one who seemed to care for you.
‘Hello Y/N.’ His gravelled voice spoke out from the seat next to you.
You didn’t respond straight away, you wanted to gather your thoughts first. You turned to look at him.
‘What’s wrong Y/N?’ He asked you, as you looked back at him, hurt in your eyes.
‘It’s my brothers. I’m nothing to them anymore.’ You explained, tears brimming in your eyes.
‘That’s not true. You’re their little sister.’ Cas responded, confusion lingering in his voice.
‘Was their little sister. I think i’m nothing more then a shadow to them now and I wont deal with it anymore. Please, Cas, make a promise to me.’ You pleaded.
‘What promise?’ He questioned you, eyebrows knotting together as he looked sad in his eyes.
‘That if I go, you wont help my brothers look for me. You’ll let me live my own life and I expect you to understand that if you break my trust I will never forgive you.’ With that, you took his hand in yours as a way to tell him how desperate you were. ‘Please.’
He pulled his hand slightly away from yours then paused. He let out a soft sigh then looked away for a second. ‘If I make this promise, you have to stay safe.’ He reasoned with you, looking in your direction and then away again so that he wouldn’t regret what he was about to do.
‘Yes, of course.’ You practically whispered back, knowing that you were inches away from freedom.
‘Ok.’ That was all he said before he flapped his wings and disappeared.
This was your chance. This was your chance to begin again and be a person who didn’t live every day wondering if they were loved. You’d thought about this for weeks, months even. The moment you’d break free and find someone or something that had even the slightest amount of happiness towards you.
Jumping out the car and pulling your bag from the boot, you headed down the street the impala was parked on. You looked back for a moment, remembering your older brothers, then shook your head and continued down the path you chose to take.
‘You think she’ll like it?’ Dean asked, holding up a green flannel.
‘You know that’s not her colour.’ I responded, pushing the green flannel out of Dean’s arms before reaching up for a red checkered one on the highest shelf.
‘She’ll like this one though. She used to wear one like it when she was younger, like all the time.’ I said as I searched for her size.
Dean went quiet for a minute before looking at me.
‘Dude, no chick flick moments. What’s wrong?’ I questioned him, laughing a bit since he looked like a hurt puppy.
‘Is it just me or does Y/N seem really closed off lately.’ He depressingly said, gently stroking the flannel in his hands as if it was his little sister.
I was going to shrug my shoulders and dismiss the conversation but I didn’t. I knew that there was something very wrong with Y/N.
‘Yeah - I think there is.’ I responded, barely looking at Dean, feeling as though it was some how my fault.
As if Dean read my mind, he glanced briefly at me. ‘Do you think it’s our fault?’
I gulped then looked up. ‘I - I don’t know. Maybe. Have we done enough for her? I mean, have we been good brothers?’
‘If I’m being honest. No, I don’t think we have been. I think we’ve been so focused on these god damn hunting trips so much that we’ve lost the love we used to give to the centre of our world, Y/N. I think we need to look out for her more. Knowing her, she probably thinks that we don’t care about her and I can’t have that.’ Dean was almost shouting at the end, pulling at the seams of the shirt in his hands.
I simply looked back at him, wide eyed. He’d said exactly what I was thinking.
‘Hell, what do I know.’ Dean grumbled, throwing the flannel on the shelf and heading to the doors of the shop.
He froze mid-step then yelled my name, indicating that Y/N was no longer in the Impala.
It was though time slowed down. She was there, then she wasn’t. It was a nightmare come real.
I really like how this turned out and I’m tempted to a part 2! Tell me what you guys think :)
Summary: Castiel comes home to you after he gets tired of saving your brothers, Sam and Dean - time and time again. You decide to let him take all of his frustrations out on you. A/N: I hope you guys like this one! Any and all feedback is much appreciated! <3 Pairing: Castiel x Reader Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving), light choking, hair pulling, spanking, over stimulation, really rough sex, just like basically all the things you want Cas to do to you. (Slight Dom!Cas) Word Count: 2.6k
Every once in awhile you stuck behind while your brothers went on a hunt. It was the only time you got any alone time - and you needed your alone time. You weren’t sure what they were even hunting. Cas had went with them and you hadn’t bothered to check your phone for much more than a ‘we’re okay’ text.
If there was one thing you loved about the bunker it was being there alone. No matter how long you’d all lived there, you’d always find something new to get into and to explore. On the fourth day of the hunt, you’d been sitting in your room reading a book when your door suddenly slammed open.
You looked up to see your very displeased angelic boyfriend- “Hey Cas..?”
It’s late at night around 3:15 am and Cas is sitting in the bunker library reading some lure on witches to try and help Y/N get back to normal. He suddenly hears a chair next to him scrape the wood floors. He slowly looks to his right to see a tiny Y/N sitting on her calves with her dark brown hair all over the place with one of Dean t-shirts as pajamas, her eyes red and puffy.
“What’s wrong? Why are you not sleeping?” He ask.
“I has a bad dream. I don’t wanna sleep no more.”
“Why don’t you go to Sam or Dean’s room?”
“I don’t wanna wake them up, I usually went to my daddy’s bed bu-but he’s not here.” She says looking down. Cas face softens hearing this from her. “Castill” she says. Cas chuckles hearing her butcher his name. “Castiel.” He corrects. “Case.. cast…Castie.” She says frowning and Cas sits there smiling. “Can you take me for a drive?” She ask. “A drive?”
“When I can’t sleep my daddy takes me on a ride.”
“Well I don’t have a car.”
“We can take baby.”
“I don’t think Dean would like it if I took his car that he considers as an infant.”
“Well, Dean told me you’re baby in a trench coat and that you have wings like a fairy. So can you fly me someplace?” Cas frowns at this remembering the day at the diner. “I’m don’t think that’s a good idea Y/N.”
“Please Castie!” She begs. “I don’t wanna see anymore monsters in my dreams.” She whimpers. He looks down at her pouty face and sighs. “Only for a few minutes.” He gives in. She gasp reaching up for him. He picks her up and zaps them to a field. Cas sets her on his lap and they both look up at the stars. “How many stars do you think there are?” Cas ask pointing up.
“We must get your sister as well.” Cas said as he looked at Sam and Dean, “She is the back up plan for both angels and demons. If either of them get to her first and she says yes then all of this is for nothing.”
Sam and Dean shared a confused look, “What are you talking about Cas?” Sam questioned.
“Our sister’s been dead for almost thirteen years.” Dean added gruffly. He hated talking about you. You were his twin, the one he could have saved if he had been there to intervene in the fight you had with John. Instead he was at the library and you went searching for him. You never found him. Instead you had been taken by a shifter and killed.
It was his fault.
“No she has not.” Cas replied with a confused face, “She resides in Columbus, Ohio. I believe she works at a bank.”
“A bank?” Dean deadpanned.
“Yes, I believe so.” Cas responded.
“Cas,” Sam said before letting out a breath, “Our sister died when she was seventeen.”
“No she did not.” Cas argued back, getting annoyed that the boys didn’t believe him.
“I’m warning you Cas, drop it.” Dean huffed out.
“Fine. I’ll show you.” Cas responded before placing his hands on each Winchester’s shoulder’s and zapping them to your location.
Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.
Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader
Summary- Mal’s plan doesn’t work out very well, (Y/N)’s and Harry’s past is revealed.
Warning(s)- Kidnapping, Cursing, Hating Uma, Talking about abuse.
A/N- I’ve decided to make a part 3 or maybe even a miniseries, idk which one yet.
Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?
Word Count: 1.9k
You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.
“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.
“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.
You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.
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Then of course I WILL ALSO BE AT WONDERCON AT BOOTH #821 (under WalkingMelonsAAA) with my friend Nicki!!! Nicki sells dog clothes/toys, while I’ll be selling prints like these!
I will have all three of these in normal prints, but also a very exclusive set of these in Metal! And only 5 of the giant Undertale piece in 14x20inch cloth!(obviously all the watermarks will not be there)