Request: Hi! Can u do one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends?
Pairing: Dean x reader/Crowley x reader
Word Count: 1,900ish
Warnings: language, implied smut
A/N: Oh you really shouldn’t have let me decide how to end this one…
Sirius was in a dead sprint. He didn’t
know if his life was precisely in danger, but the pack of
Slytherins chasing him after they caught him right outside their
common room setting a rather elaborate prank for them did not intend
to offer him tea.
You were just minding your own
business. The library had closed and your grumbling stomach reminded
you that you had missed dinner. So, you decided to sneak down to the
kitchens and sweet talk a snack out of the house elves.
So when you turned the corner and ran
smack into Sirius Black going full-tilt, you wound up on your ass,
and then Sirius Black was laying on top of you.
Drabble where Emily and ali are dating/living together, and every week Hanna comes over to watch american idol with emily. they sing along and ali thinks it's obnoxious but is also overwhelmed with love for her dorky girlfriend
Drabble request: Emily: *in the shower, Singing terribly* Alison: * outside bathroom door recording* — Hanna: *spots B* what are you doing? Alison: SSSHHH! *whispers* blackmail.
American Idol? I didn’t even know that show’s still running, damn:
Status: Complete Word Count: 3.5K Category: One-shot; Behind-the-scenes canon-compliant; Family; Life choices
Rating: Teen & Up Character(s): References to familiar people/places Pairing(s): N/A Warnings: Bit o’ sassy language of the four-letter variety, if you’re of a pearl-clutching nature Author’s Note(s):
While this little vignette can be read as a stand-a-lone, highly recommend you check out “Hello, I’m Gone” if you haven’t already. If you’ve already read that one and found something to like about it, then I suspect you’ll find something to enjoy in this one, too. Overall Summary: A long-time client gives a contractor his final assignment.
THE LAST JOB
The sky was different in Texas. He couldn’t speak to Arizona or Colorado or Nevada, or even Mexico, but he knew what he knew. It was something about the way the sun cut through, something about the tint of the blue.
He traveled, albeit limited distances and for limited amounts of time. Texas was a big state, though not so big as to be gone long enough for his wife to fret. His work was no-nonsense and he was extra appreciated amongst his current clientele for his frugality, his efficiency.
They’d initially claimed to have no care for messy versus clean, but he knew better. They’d rather keep unknown, to where few a souls on earth as possible would even suspect they existed. Everything worked better for them this way; seemed they had no desire to be summoned all over the globe.
Can you do a Sam x reader where Sam wants to ask reader out but reader is an angel that is close to Cas and Cas gets protective? Thanks!!!!”
Pairing: Sam x angel!Reader
Warnings: lol dude its just fluff w a teensy bit of angst
A/n: this is my first time doing anybody’s point of view besides the readers yikes, be nice pls. also I had Halo by queen Bey on repeat writing this and I’m not even sorry about the title tbh
I walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Dean eating his usual eggs and bacon, but my heart almost did a 360 when I walked in. There was Cas and Y/N sitting there talking with Dean. I’d had a thing for Y/N for God only knows how long, and for some reason, she made me nervous. Like sweaty palms, teenage boy nervous. It might be because she’s a literal angel, but I think it was something even more than that. She was so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And almost no angels were ever funny. She really was perfect.
Teasing but still fluffy drabble: Hoooow about established emison doing some sport for some reason (golf, perhaps?) and em is being a total pain about ali's lack of skill but eventually ends up gettin her ass kicked.
A sport? Maybe not. A game of darts? Let’s go with that:
After a long day of work,most people want to come home and relax with a nice bath. Well,your relaxation included watching reality tv. You honestly don’t know why but it was something you just did.
After work today,you came home and stripped down to almost nothing. You get settled down in the living and turn on your favorite reality show. After about 20 minutes,your boyfriend Nate walks downstairs. You loved Nate with all of your heart,but lately you guys have been arguing…alot.
“What are you watching?” Nate says pulling out a blunt.
“Love and Hip Hop Hollywood."you answer fairly curt.
"Why do you watch this crap?” Nate asks,taking a heavy puff of the blunt.
“Why do you smoke that crap?"you say almost instantly taking it back.
"What’s that supposed to mean y/n?” Nate says standing up ,an act he does when he get defensive.
“Nothing Nate. Can you please drop it? I just wanna watch my show.”
“Nah y/n you always start things and then run away. Stop being a coward and face me. Have some balls,the same balls you had when you began this argument.”
“Whatever I’m done fighting with you,and at this point I’m DONE fighting for us. Honestly,there’s nothing left to fight for. I. AM. TIRED.”
You begin to walk upstairs,but Nate grabs ahold of your arm.
“Nate let me go.” You say calmly,worn out from all of the arguing.
“No. Ma you promised you wouldn’t leave me. Please don’t walk out on me,especially when I need you the most. Babygirl just please.”
“Nate I’m not leaving. When we first got together I promised you,and I’m going to keep that promise. I just really need to calm down right now,but don’t ever think that I don’t love you. I swore to love all of you.”
“Even my flaws?” Nate questioned.
“Especially your flaws. It’s the reality of love.”
“This one is the last,” Castiel say handing Dean a small glass statue.
Dean pauses. “What even is this supposed to be?” he asks turning the object in his head.
Cas tilts his head, examining the art piece with squinted eyes. “An overpriced dildo?” he says.
Dean bursts into a laughter, slapping a palm over his own mouth. When he looks at Cas, his lips are upturned into a small smile and his eyes are glinting in amusement. Up close in the light of the street, Dean can fully appreciate how attractive the guy´s face is. He realizes he´s staring when one dark eyebrow raises. Awkwardly Dean clears his throat and safely tucks the statue into a box waiting in the back of the open Van. He closes the door and turns back to Cas who´s looking satisfied.
“I´ll call you in a week and we arrange selling,” he says, all humor gone. “If you try to run away with the stuff, you bet your sweet ass I will suddenly remember I know what the robber looked like and I´ll tell the police.” His voice is deep and commanding and Dean tries to ignore the fluttering in his stomach as his mind helpfully supplies other situations when Cas would use the same tone. Using bravado as a way out of everything, Dean smirks.
“You think my ass looks sweet?”
Castiel´s smirk mirrors his. “Indeed. Now get your gun and hit my head.”
I'm sure your inbox is full with questions asking how you lost all your weight, but I am curious as to why. Im not trying to be curt. Just wondering.
Why I lost all the weight, you mean? It’s time for Honesty Hour With Ally.
Back in high school, as many of you are unfortunately aware, kids were mean (and still are). They made me believe that because I wasn’t a smaller size, I wasn’t good enough to have friends. So I started eating right and exercising (lots and lots of swimming) so that I could fit in.
After losing about 60 lbs., people started treating me differently. At first, I thought it was great. And then I actually got really sad as I continued because I realized the decision to “better myself” wasn’t really made based on what I wanted, but on what others wanted. So I decided I’d continue eating right and exercising (because I really did, and still do, enjoy it), but because I wanted to and that if I ever wanted to stop because I was tired of it, I would.
And I’ve kept my promise to myself. For the most part, I am always sure to work out and eat right. But I don’t deny myself delicious-ass food. If I want to spend a week eating things that are said to be “unhealthy”, I’m going to. If I want to spend the following week eating nothing but fruits and veggies, then I’m going to do that, as well.
I wish I could say I started this journey because I wanted to, but that’s not the case. However, if and when I end this journey, you better believe the decision to end it is mine.