fanfic come to life

Since I’ve been traipsing around a different continent for the past three months, I haven’t even seen the rest of the season and the finale… but let me tell you what happens anyway after last night’s Apparent Clusterfuck:

As Dean Winchester stands next to his prone angel, morbidly fascinated by the ash wings burned into the ground around his feet, he feels completely and utterly numb. He’s only had the presence of mind not to step on them, an easy thing given the fact that they’re so bare of feathers.

Carefully, and still without thinking, the hunter lowers himself to his knees, brow furrowed and lip trembling as he attempts to process what is clearly right before him.

Castiel is dead.

Still, Dean can’t help extending a shaking hand. His fingers gently trace the curve of Cas’s cheekbone in a way he never would have allowed himself if the other was still breathing, and despite the fact that his mouth feels like sandpaper and he can feel Castiel’s skin turning cold he asks the question anyway:


Dean can feel Sam staring holes through his back, but that’s the extent of any response to his query.

“Cas, wake up.”

His voice is a broken croak, but Dean keeps speaking anyway, turning bolder and more desperate with every second that reality sinks in.

“Cas? Castiel, wake up. Wake up, Cas! Cas!”

He’s pawing at his angel now, vision blurring until he has to blink to clear it. He all but throws himself across Castiel’s torso to uselessly slap at his cheeks in an attempt to rouse him.

“You stupid son of a bitch, wake up! Wake up, Castiel! Don’t you dare leave me, don’t…”

Castiel is still motionless when Dean collapses against him. “Don’t go,” the hunter whispers pitifully into his angel’s neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “Please. I… Cas, I…” His heart is in his throat as he turns his head to press a light kiss behind the other’s ear, moving to put his lips against Castiel’s own for the first and last time. “…I love you, you dumb angel,” he murmurs. “So you gotta wake up. Cas. Cas, I love you, so you hafta…”

When nothing happens, Dean curls himself over his angel and cries.

Sam joins him after a time, crouching to put a hand to his shoulder and blinking back tears himself. Soon, though, they have to go. “Dean. Dean, we have to get out of here.”

“Sammy, I–”

“I know. It’ll be okay.”

But when they both turn away from Cas for the first time, God isn’t who they’re expecting to find. In all honesty, they’re not expecting to find anyone… and yet, there he is: Chuck, dressed in a robe and stained pj pants.

“You love my son?” Is all he asks, piercing gaze boring into Dean. Dean takes a step back as if to protect Castiel’s form from his own father, and that apparently is good enough. Chuck nods sagely. “I don’t play favourites, you know,” he says. “I did that once with Lucifer and it didn’t end well… but Castiel is, different. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted angels to be. He makes mistakes. He learns. And yet every time I bring him back, he ends up risking his life for you.”

Dean holds his breath. Chuck sighs. “I love my son, I would give him the world if I could.” There’s a beat, and Chuck tilts his head to the side. “But we’ve both seen what happens when he has unlimited power. Besides, at the end of the day… I think he really just wants you.”

And then God is gone.

Dean is confused for only a moment before there’s a gasping breath from behind him and a hacking cough, Castiel sitting upright and flushed and so very alive that Dean can do nothing but throw himself to the ground. He tackles Cas in a kiss before the other has time to say a word, pressing him to the floor and putting everything he is into the contact.

When he pulls away, Cas is bright red and smiling with the approximate wattage of the sun. “Dean,” he murmurs, awed. “I’m… I mean, I…”

Dean presses a finger to the other’s plump lips. “I love you,” he says simply.

And Castiel moves to kiss him again.

Why is no one talking about Magnus expressing concern about Alec’s safety? And then Alec’s heartwarming response about him not being on his own because he’s with Magnus? And then Alec proudly saying Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn?

Honestly it was like a fanfic moment come to life.

Can’t Sleep Without You

a/n: Not requested, but something that just popped into my head. A lot of stress and not enough sleep makes me want Shawn in my life so much. 



It has been a few weeks since your last solid night’s sleep. You honestly are not really sure what has been going on with you or why you haven’t been able to sleep well. You’ve spent so many nights tossing and turning in bed, unable to get a peaceful rest, but then the morning comes and you practically feel like a zombie. These last four days have been the worst, and it doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of midterms so you have a lot of exams and presentations. For some reason, no matter how tired you are, you just can’t sleep well when night comes. It could be due to stress, since these last few weeks have been uncharacteristically stressful, or because you’re missing your boyfriend who you haven’t seen in a month, and you’re just tired of having to sleep without him every night. 

The one good thing that has come out of the fact that you haven’t been sleeping more than a few hours a night for the past four days is that you’ve been awake to text your boyfriend whenever he has a free minute. He’s off traveling in Europe for work so the time difference is pretty big considering you’re in LA. Normally this would mean you barely get to talk to him much, since you’re both so busy. However, every night this week, Shawn’s texted you at about three in the morning LA time because that is when he’s been free, and you’ve been able to respond because you’ve been awake. He, of course, questions why you’re awake in the middle of the night, but you’re unable to offer him much of an explanation because you’re never quite sure yourself, considering you’re so exhausted, but yet sleep won’t come.

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Saphael Fanfic Rec 2.0

A Saphael Fest.

More writing goodies from amazing writers.

As always, if you know any of the authors and tag them, that would be very much appreciated

A Daisy instead of a glass shoe by @soft-saphael

Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and commoner!rapahel

Two weeks from his coronation and three from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the concrete walkway in shattered fragments.

“You’re a little far from the palace” A slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw black leather.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize for not bowing” The boy snorted.

“Please, just leave me alone” Simon huffed tiredly.

A First Date (Kind of. Almost.) by SnogboxesAndChips

Simon is always looking for excuses to be near Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.

And every road you take (will always lead you home) by @woodenhallslikecaskets

For Raphael’s 55th birthday Magnus gifts him a portal that leads to 1956.

Brooklyn, NY 1956: he meets a beautiful boy by the name of Simon Lewis. They’ve never met before but Raphael feels like he could love him. They could fall in love.

Break of the light by @makehomesofhumans

Simon’s eyes sparked to life as he was being dangled over the edge of a building. He sighed, because that was just his luck.

But who would love a monster, anyway? By @spendeonswithyou

As he learns later, loving Simon hurts. It’s making his dead heart want to beat again, destroying the remaining bits and pieces of his soul.

Or the Soulmate AU in which you can feel your soulmate’s pain.

Customer Satisfaction by kuro1neko2kun

‘You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU

Darling, you’re all I need by @anjawritingsx

Simon and Raphael are happy together, that is until Simon forgets their 8th year anniversary.
Raphael is left heartbroken and Magnus and Alec try to pick up the pieces.

Does that mean you’ve a really bad crush on me too? By milleniumlint

Simon wants Raphael to understand he has feelings for him but he’s not so obvious like he thinks he is.

Dreaming of You (endlessly) by Nubian_Reese

Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts. His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this is real.

Flirting 101 by TrickyVicky3

Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again. “That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen. “You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”

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I think my gramdma would whoop my ass if I looked at my best friend like this 😂😭😭😭 anyone else find themselves sobbing when Tellin Me comes on? I mean it sound so fetus and good 🤧😭😭😭

Being Allen’s child would include...
  • Him crying when he finally held you in his arms.
  • For the first time in his life, he had a family. It fills him with equal parts of happiness and sadness.
  • Sadness because he knows that because of him, you will be put through all sorts of hell and might never be able to have a normal life.
  • And he’s also scared…Scared of the future…scared that he won’t be a good father.
  • He had considered leaving you with Mother, for you to have at least a semblance of normalcy but he couldn’t help but think about his own life in the past…all the times he spent wondering who his parents were and the loneliness eating a hole in his heart when he felt that they had abandoned him…He didn’t want you feeling that way.
  • If Cross was still alive, he knows that that man would scold him but nothing would change his decision…you will be right by his side, until you no longer wanted to.

  • Him leaving the order at his own accord knowing that even though there are people that he trust with his life there, he couldn’t risk your freedom.
  • Him holding your hand tightly whenever the two of you are travelling or are in crowded towns.
  • The two of you getting ridiculously lost together and each time it happened, you would sarcastically comment on it and he would feel guilty but then…you managed to get lost again and again somehow…so your sense of direction is as bad as his, if not worse.
  • Asking Timcampy to follow you around to make sure you’re safe at all times.
  • Him making sure that you know that he loves you all the time…from telling you to giving you small little gifts, whatever he could afford (out of all the gifts, you like the rosary best).
  • Him working as a street clown and you would be his little assistant, sitting on his shoulders or helping him perform tricks (because you can’t stand being left in the inn alone and begged to go with him.)
  • Him making sure that you never follow him when he go into seedy bars to play poker whenever the two of you are strap on cash.
  • Him playing poker with you (just the two of you) and watching with a smile as your face revealed your thoughts.
  • Him pretending to lose to you and watching you grin in delight and declare that you beat the poker King.
  • Him patting your head whenever you’re down and sitting down and making you spill all your problems and worries to him. No matter what it will be, he would always listen with a gentle smile and help you get through it.
  • Him teaching you how to read and write because he knows its essential and he struggled a lot with it because he learned it late (when he first became Cross’ apprentice).
  • Him sneaking off to hunt Akumas while you’re asleep and pretending that he had been there by your side all along (but somehow, you knew)

  • Him making sure that you listen to him. When he shouts at you to run…you run…no matter what happened.
  • He tried to keep you away from the Akumas as much as possible but there’s only so much he can do before one attacks you.
  • He’ll try (desperately) to soothe your fears but you will still dream about the monsters sometimes and wake up screaming in the middle of the night.
  • He would become distant at times…not because he doesn’t love you but because he’s wrestling control with Neah. He didn’t want the two of you to meet. Who knows what Neah would do…and that possibility scares him.
  • Him trying to keep you away from Innocence but somehow you keep gravitating towards it.
  • Horror curling in the pit of his stomach as you one day became an accommodator.
  • What’s done was done. There was no turning back.
  • Him training you till you could hold your own.
  • Him holding you tight whenever he’s emotionally high, mind filled with worries, heart filled with heaviness…No matter how you had grown…he doesn’t want to let go…but deep down inside…he knows that one day, he would had to…

okay I mentioned this to my friend @ihopealiensbelieveinme so I figured I might as well make a photoset cuz it is the best thing.

Squirrel Girl’s bff, Nancy Whitehead, really loves her cat and writes and draws fanfiction where Thor is a cat. She asks Loki to shapeshift into Cat Thor to witness her fanfic come to life. Loki VERY ENTHUSIASTICALLY participates and now they’re friends and it’s adorable. 


In my whole life I have never loved another television family the way I love the Griffin-Kane-Blakes.  Seeing the whole squad team up together was like all my fanfic dreams come to life.  Kellamy dad advice! Kanetavia rising! Griffin women feels all over the place! Abby side-eyeing Octavia like “what do I do with this one” and Kane losing his shit at Echo like “um excuse me how DARE you disrespect my stepdaughter”!  Aunt Indra showing up to drop some wisdom on the hot-headed Blake kids!  I LOVE THIS FAMILY

One time in class this girl asked ‘what’s fanfiction?’ and me, being the fanfiction expert I am decided to speak up. 'Read the hat fic. Then you’ll understand’ I said.

And that was how I managed to make my enTIRE FUCKING CLASS read the hat fic. I don’t think they see me as the 'sweet innocent smart one’ anymore.