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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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I looked over at the empty bed, rubbing my hands together as I contemplated her last words. 

Dean, you don’t love me. You love the idea of me, and that’s why I have to go.”

Those words cut me like a knife, mostly because she couldn’t have been more wrong. Y/N always had a way of thinking she knew what was best. For everyone. 

She’d make an executive decision when she thought she needed to. She always thought she was doing the right thing. Nine times out of ten, she was right. This time, she was wrong. 

I guess we have that in common. Sam has told me on more than one occasion the same damn things I’m thinking about Y/N. 

We are so much alike it scares me. 

Maybe that’s why she thought I didn’t love her. Maybe she saw all of her flaws in me and that scared her. Maybe she didn’t love me, but the idea of me. 

That idea scared the hell out of me because I needed her. Especially after everything we had been through together. 

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Straight to voicemail. 

“Listen, Y/N. I know you think you’re right. You usually are,” I sighed, running my hand over my face before continuing. “But this time, you’re wrong. I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. I’m going to find you. I’m not letting you run away this time.” 

I hung up the phone, grabbed my bag and headed for the Impala. I wasn’t letting her get away this time. 


You looked at the phone as it mocked you. One voicemail. You knew exactly whose voice would sound through the phone the minute you listened to the voicemail, but it didn’t stop you for hitting play. 

“Listen, Y/N. I know you think you’re right. You usually are,” he sighed, and paused before continuing. “But this time, you’re wrong. I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. I’m going to find you. I’m not letting you run away this time.” 

You threw the phone across the car. 

“Dammit!” you screamed, gripping the wheel tight, tears streaming down your face. Dean couldn’t really love you. You weren’t someone who deserved anyone’s love. Especially Dean’s. 

He’d left that message two days ago. 

You sat in the empty parking lot of a disgusting motel, your eyes squeezed shut as you thought. 

A knock on your window made you nearly jump out of the seat. 

You turned and there were the green eyes you were running from. The green eyes you were trying desperately to save. After the two of you had come back from Purgatory, you’d felt so lost. 

Running had seemed like the right choice. You needed Dean too much after everything in Purgatory. You couldn’t depend on any one person as much as you did Dean. That usually only ended one way, and that was losing that person.

But you stared into Dean’s eyes, and for a brief second forgot why you had run in the first place. 

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, running your fingers through your short Y/H/C hair as Dean opened your door. You weren’t sure what was going to come of this confrontation, but you couldn’t keep running. 

Dean would always find you. Especially if he loved you like he said. 

“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean growled.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against him, his lips crashing to yours, and you let him. You couldn’t promise you wouldn’t run again when you came to your senses, but for now, you let Dean’s arms comfort you. 

For now, you let yourself stupidly believe that maybe, just maybe, you were safe. 

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‘The Tower’ (Part 29)

All Chapters // Part 28

It was wonderful to have Brynjolf back in the tower again; his laugh lit up a room like a candle in a cavern. Warm. Inviting. It was impossible to be sullen around him. Or so you had thought. Despite the joviality amongst every other person present, Loki seemed insistent on sulking. You were worried about him. It was one thing to be upset, but this had been going on all day. It felt out of character, even for him.

“So, how did yous two meet?” Brynjolf asked before shovelling hot mashed potato into his mouth. The pair of you been out hunting that afternoon so you could be sure there was enough food to go around; he was exceedingly pleased to see how you handled Duchess, agreeing with himself that she’d been left in the right hands. He’d even taught you a few more tricks! Over the course of one afternoon, your aim, speed, and balance had all improved.  

Fenrien looked at you with a mischievous grin; you laughed nervously. Loki gripped his fork a little harder – at which Brynjolf narrowed his eyes. He could at least act a little less like a green-blooded fool!
“I, uh, I don’t know where to begin,” you admitted. “I imagine you’ll find it rather funny given how we met.”
“A story I am also most eager to hear,” Fenrien interjected.

“Fenrien and I met in a jail cell,” you sighed, biting your lip after and examining Brynjolf’s expression. His eyes twinkled with delight.
“Now what, might I ask, was you doin’ in a jail cell, lady?” Fenrien was holding back a wide grin.
“I, uh, might’ve been causing mischief with Duchess. Fenrien was roped into the whole thing quite accidentally and in trying to rescue him, I got us both locked up.”

Brynjolf erupted into gloriously loud laughter, clutching his belly and throwing his head back. Loki shielded the top of his bowl from the small droplets of spittle and chewed food that flew from the man’s mouth, disgust evident on his face. You hid a smile with your hand but Loki caught you looking at him anyway and smirked. Pleased, though you were, to see the little grin, it promptly disappeared when the conversation continued.

“Of course that’s what happened,” Brynjolf chortled, wiping a tear from under his right eye. “You just can’t seem to avoid trouble, can ye’?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked with mock offense.

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Celestial Friend Part 1

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Title: Celestial Friend Part 1

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (there are also some ass hole kids)

Word Count: 1,797

Warnings: high school (most of us have been there- or are there lol), fluffish

A/N: The new series is here! This first part is quite long, but I’m confident you guys will LOVE it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I’m not sure how long this series will be. I’ll see where it takes me. You’re also welcome to suggest where you’d like to see this story go!

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Another town, another high school.  You couldn’t remember how many schools you had gone through already this year.  Two, maybe three?  It was hard to keep track when you never had the chance to fully unpack any of the boxes in your room.  Your mother was a real estate agent.  She went where the biggest opportunities were, and those opportunities presented themselves fairly often.  She was good at what she did and the company that she worked for knew she didn’t mind traveling.

You were now attending a new high school in Lebanon, Kansas.  You moved so many times last year that you had to be held back.  You were going to be the oldest person in your senior class.  Most people assumed that you weren’t intelligent enough to graduate, but that was the exact opposite.  You educated yourself most of the time, reading as many books as you could.  Your favorite kind of books were about space and history.

You opened a book as you grabbed the paper bag that carried your lunch.  You were currently reading a book on psychology.  You took a bite out of your sandwich as you read about the frontal lobe and how it controls impulse control, judgements, language, memory, motor function, problem solving, sexual behavior, socialization, and spontaneity.  It was an interesting read.  The psychology of the brain was fascinating to you.

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Dec 16th | Baby it’s Cold Outside 🎄

Synopsis: You really should head home, but the snow’s falling hard and truth be told, neither of you wants the night to end.

A/N: I heard this song on the radio and I knew I couldn’t pass up this one-shot! 

Words: 1539 

Warnings: a little smut?

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Title: Hard and Wet

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Taking my hand and smearing it across the mirror, I wiped away the condensation that the shower had caused.

It was a long, slow shower… but hot as well. Hot water; I never realized how much I missed taking hot showers to soothe my sore body until I arrived at this place called The Sanctuary.

I was holed up in an abandoned hospital, searching for some much need medication. I had found what I needed for my ailments, but I was captured and my medication was claimed by the Saviors.

Most of them were pricks, but one stood out, making sure that I was comfortable until we needed to move; his name was Simon.

A few days later, the leader, named Negan, approached me, asking all sorts of questions. I was then given a choice; work for points, or become his wife.

I knew from the very start that I would never make enough points to get my medication, food and clothing all together, so I chose to be his wife.

Negan was a very handsome man and that most certainly didn’t hurt one bit.

He treated me well, almost like porcelain. I got my medication, clothes, room and board and he was very gentle with me. We hadn’t slept together though.

I often wondered if it was because he would be afraid to hurt me or if I wasn’t appealing in some way.

I ran my hands through my freshly colored and cut hair; the pampering making me feel just a little bit normal.

“Now if that isn’t a sight to fuckin’ behold!” Negan said, leaning against the bathroom jam.

I jumped, my eyes widening when I saw that his face was clean shaven.

“What did you do?!” I asked, covering my mouth.

He ran a hand over his smooth cheek, “It was time to shave that shit, Sweetheart,”

I loved the clean shaven look and if I were to be honest, I wondered what it’d feel like between my legs.

“Now, is that any way to greet your husband, Dear Wife?”

I could feel my face heat up, as my arousal skyrocketed. Holding my towel to me, I padded over to Negan, tilting my neck back to look up at him.

Jesus, he was tall!

His eyes were heavy lidded as he grinned, smirking down at me.

I ran my hands up his chest, the soft cotton of his white t shirt straining slightly across his pecs.

He bent down, his lips coming into contact with mine.

At the first touch of his bare lips, I moaned, the sound reverberating through me.

My fingers thread through the curls that were at the nape of his neck; my newly manicured nails scratching his scalp lightly.

I could feel Negan’s hands on my waist, gently squeezing my hips.

I dipped my tongue between his lips, curling the tip to taste his lips before pulling back.

“I won’t break,” I panted.

Negan licked his lips, staring into my eyes. He hooked his fingers into my towel, unwrapping me like I was a present.

Thankfully I had enough mind to shave and exfoliate every bit of my body, making me feel clean and untouched.

He whistled, biting his bottom lip as his eyes ran down my body, “If I knew this was hiding underneath all those clothes, I’d been here sooner, Sweetheart!”

I blushed, my own eyes ending up staring at the bulge in his jeans.

I squeezed my legs together in anticipation.

“Help your husband undress, Darlin’?” he asked, his voice husky.

Walking backwards towards the bed, Negan sat down, making it to where I wouldn’t have to reach so high.

I helped him remove his shirt, while he toed off his shoes.

The smattering of hair on his chest got darker the lower it went, his happy trail peeking out from his pants.

Negan patted his lap, taking my hand and pulling me closer to him.

As I straddled him, he eyed my breasts hungrily, licking his lips while I situated myself.

My core was opened to him and I desperately needed some friction.

He seemed hesitant, but I reassured him.

“I’m good… I swear.”

Negan winked, running his hands up my back slowly, then dragging his hands downwards, letting his fingertips gently tickling my skin.

I closed my eyes, putting my head back at the soothing massage.

He repeated the motion again, pulling my torso closer to him as he ran his nose over my hardened nipple.

My eyes shot open, my hand cradling his head as he did it again, all while staring up at me.

I gulped, my breaths becoming quicker.

One hand rested on the small of my back, while the other moved slowly over my hip to my front.

“Let’s see just how fuckin’ wet you are, huh?” he said, lowly.

I bit my lip, whimpering as I felt his fingertips move over my lower lips.

“Goddamn, baby,” Negan cursed, my juices coating his fingers easily.

Closing his eyes as he continued to run his fingers over my clit,all while taking my nipple between his lips and sucking gently.

“Holy shit,” I moaned.

I rolled my hips on his hand, his middle finger dipping knuckle deep into my entrance.

I gasped loudly, rolling my hips again.

I could feel Negan grunt against my breast, then he released my nipple, just to flick his tongue over it.

Dragging his middle finger from my core, he applied a tiny bit of pressure to my clit, making me cry out.

I gripped his shoulders as my body spasmed from the electric jolts of his nimble fingers.

“Please Negan,” I whined.

He smirked up at me, holding my waist and laying me out on the mattress.

Bending my knees, I placed my feet on the bed, opening myself up wide to him.

He watched, undoing his pants, as I ran my hand down to my mound. My middle finger slipped between my lower lips, the tip playing with my entrance.

I moaned, staring at him. I palmed a breast, gently squeezing it and pinching my nipple.

“Fuckin, Christ Darlin’!” Negan panted, stroking himself with tight twists of his wrist.

Him pleasuring himself was such a damn turn on.

He stepped closer, holding his length while he removed my hand from me. Negan brought my finger up to his mouth, sucking the digit and rolling his tongue around it.

I could’ve came right then and there when I felt the head of his hardness slip into my folds.

Once the helmet was at my entrance, he gently rocked his hips, teasing me with the tip.

I groaned in frustration.

Negan laughed, my finger falling from his mouth with a sharp suck, “So fuckin’ impatient, Sweetheart,”

I breathed and glared, “It’s not nice to tease.”

Rolling his lips, he planted his hand firmly next to my hips and slowly slid all the way into me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the full feeling of him.

Just as slow, he pulled his hips back and sank back in.

Sweat broke out on his brow, pure concentration of trying not to come etched on his handsome face.

Propping my torso up on my hands, I watched as his hardness disappeared into me.

“Harder,” I begged.

“Don’t want to fuckin’ hurt you,”

I honestly didn’t mind slow love making, but I wanted to be owned by this gorgeous man.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t walk a straight line for days,” I growled.

Something changed in his eyes. He seemed to snap out of what ever trance he was in.

Taking my thighs in his hands, he squeezed them roughly, yanking my bottom closer to the edge on the bed.

His length slipped from me, nestling between my lower lips as he became more dominant.

“I’ll fuck you good and hard, Darlin’. You just hang on for the ride,”

I smiled, giddy at the fact that I was about to be owned.

Negan rocked his hips, the underside of his cock rubbing my clit. Slowly he cupped my cheek, running his hand down to my neck where he gripped me firmly.

I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Open those eyes, Darlin’.” he said, gruffly.

With him back at my entrance, he pinned me down to the bed, keeping his hold on my throat.

I cried out at the first hard stroke of him, “Harder,”

Negan pulled his hips back, slamming back into me so hard that my breasts bounced.

I squeezed my inner muscles, feeling every inch and every vein in his throbbing member.

“That’s it Baby. You keep doing that while I own this pussy,” Negan panted.

Over and over again, Negan slammed into me, rolling his hips against mine as soon as he was balls deep.

“Faster Negan, please,”

“So fuckin’ demanding,” he was close to coming, “but I can’t deny my beautiful as hell wife,”

Negan’s hips went wild, his heavy sac slapping against my bottom with every thrust.

“Yes, yes!” I could feel myself begin to uncoil.

Taking both my wrists, he pinned them to the bed, his breathing out of control while his thrusts became sloppy.

“Come on baby, let me feel that pussy come all over me,”

I screamed, my body going taut at the extreme orgasm.

Holding my hips, Negan rode out my orgasm, rubbing my sensitive clit to get me to come again.

“One more, baby. I know you got another in there,” he was concentrating so hard to last one more go.

Lifting a leg, he turned my hips onto my side, pinning my legs to the bed.

What made me come ever harder, is when Negan spanked the hell out of my ass.

“That’s it, Sweetheart, just like that,” he groaned, feeling my inner muscles contract at my final orgasm.

“Fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sheet.

Negan buried himself balls deep one last time, grunting loudly as he came deep inside of me.

He bent at the waist, resting his sweaty head on the side of my breast.

We both breathed heavily, our bodies hot, damp, and sated.

“You are somethin’ else Sweetheart,” Negan smiled.

“You have no idea,” I told him, my hand resting on his shoulder.

Rising up, we both hissed as he pulled from my tender core.

Negan took my hands, helping me stand as he brought me closer to his body, his hands resting on my ass.

He kissed me slowly, taking his time exploring my mouth.

“Sore?” he asked, against my lips.

“Deliciously so,”

Negan chuckled, helping me get into bed.

I was surprised when he got in with me.

“Don’t be so shocked, Sweetheart. You think I’m done with you?”

I could feel my core begin to ache all over again, “I certainly hope not,”

“Fuckin’ wild cat is what you are,” he growled, kissing me hard, “Now get some rest. You’re goin’ to need it.”

Let’s just say that by the time Negan and I were through, I was rode hard and put away wet.


The Captain and The Recruit - Part 5.

Pairing:Steve Rogers x Reader.
Warnings: Language, Sam being a cock block, Smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex - the pull out method).
Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: The next part will be the final installment. If you would like to be tagged, let me know.
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Don’t let me go pt.2


Group: Bts

Member: Jungkook 

AU: Grim Reaper, Demon

AN: Okay you guys. You wanted it, you got it. Here is it. I only want to tell you that in mine series Jungkook is no little boy. Love you all. Now enjoy. It’s also not checked. 

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 My mum was hit by a car just before I was born. A strange man brought her back from the death just in time before, what the beliefs call them, the soul takers, the Grim Reaper league,appered. This strange man protected my mother for enough time, so she could give birth to her daughter- me. However, even he couldn‘t protect her long enough and the soul keepers found her and took her with them. My mothers savior, Kim Yugyeom, the most famous Goblin, managed to hide me from The Reapers and gave me to my father.

I lived quite happy with my dad for about eight years before another man in robe tried to take me away and bring me to the underworld where he claimed I belong as a missing soul. My father told the low ranked Grim Reaper to go away from where he came and that my soul didn’t belong to the underworld. The low ranked Reaper told my father that if he doesn’t move out the way he will die trying to protect me. And for the second time in my life, the Goblin saved me.

Catching the hand of the Reaper who was ready to cast the deadly spell in order to kill my father, Kim Yugyeom saved the day. “Come on. I’m not sure you want to do that. We are friends, right? Right, Reaper? You are new, aren’t you?” and suddenly his voice turned dark with heavy threats ”This family and especially this girl, are off limits. You, don’t touch them. Am I clear?”

The Reapers eyes twitched with fear. He was so afraid, that he couldn’t say anything and only nodded. Mr.Kim smiled satisfied. “Good. Please continue with your list and don’t come back to this house. Have a nice day.” And then the Goblin literally threw the Reaper out the house. “Are you okay? Did he managed to hurt you?”

My father who had hugged me the whole time, not letting me go of his arms, loose his grip, hearing the concern in the voice of the mythological creature. “I’m fine. Take her, Yugyeom and protect her. Our plan won’t work at this point. She has to survive and we both know it. She was the chosen one. I know it and more important, her mother knew this. Keep her safe.” I was plain afraid. A stranger came in our house trying to take me and then another stranger came and my father just give me up to him. I didn’t want to go. At all. “Strawberry, baby, you have to listen to dad. Are you listening carefully?” I nodded, the glass strawberries on my rubber bands making a noise as well. “You two talk. I’ll go collect her things.” Said the Goblin, disappearing up the stairs. “Y/N, dad will ask you to go with this nice man to his house. He will take care of you while daddy go to do some business. Can you do that for me? You can call him uncle, how about that? He is a really funny guy and you two will have great time together. When I come back, you can tell me about all your adventures.” “I don’t want to go. He is scary.” My dad laughed and gave me Mr. Sparkles, the white fluffy teddy bunny. “Mr. Sparkles will protect you. I promise.” ”You promise?” “I swear in my pinky unicorn promise.” “Okay. I’ll go.” “Fast. We have no time.” Said the Goblin, looking around as if we were being watched. “Thank you,Yugyeom.””Don’t worry I’ll keep her safe.”

And that was the last time I saw my father. This was almost ten years ago. Right now, I was looking at the white ceiling waiting for my alarm to ring so I can go to school. As a senior, I am so close to graduating. Graduating, becoming legal and living a happily ever after. But not me. My destiny is written in the sky. I have to the Grim Reapers wife. I have no idea what this means. I have never seen him and usually he is depicted as a skeleton with a hood. I’m not sure I want to be a skeleton wife. You can imagine the sex. It won’t be…usual for sure.

“Y/N, are you ready? You have like ten minutes before your class starts.” Uncle Yugyeom has been taking care for me for the last ten years. He may be a Goblin, but he is a good man. I love him as a father although now that time had passed we look almost at the same age. “I’m ready! Let’s go. Are we teleporting or getting a car?”

Jumping from my bed, putting the bag on my shoulder, I ran down the dark marble stairs ready to hear my favorite answer “Teleport.”

Here it comes the exciting part. I walk out of our door and I’m right in front of the massive building I call school, sweet school. I don’t have to wear three layers of clothes in the winter and I don’t have to worry for the summer heat. My life is amazing. “Young lady, where you think you are going without a jacket and a scarf? Outside is minus degrees. Come here.” Yugyeom snapped his fingers and my cotton pink coat and baby blue long scarf were right in his hands. He helped me wear my coat and then put my scarf around my neck. “Now go.” As I opened the door, ready to teleport Yugyeom shouted “Wait! No boys, no distractions. You can have a friend. A girl. No man. Nothing with a penis and male hormones. If any man touches you, I will know. Alright?” “Alright.” He waved me goodbye as he had did for the last ten years. And I teleported. Let’s go to the world of school and learning.

As hours passed by I managed to survive through almost all of my classes. I have only two more hours of English and I’m done for the day.

There is something that bothers me though. In our school, we have way too many ghosts for my liking. No one can stop ghost. When I was small they were absolutely annoying, but now you can say I even like them. When I get off from school, I sit on a bench, if its not cold, and pretend to listen to music and draw, while actually I listen to amazing stories from the ghosts. There are ghosts so old, they help me out with my history lessons.

“Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. Sitting on the bench, sketching the school for a numerous time, I waited for lunch break to finish. You can say, I was little annoyed by the question and without much entosiasm, I answered.“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” Suddenly all the ghosts around me trembled and some of them disappeared, while the beautiful ghost looked at me and whispered quietly “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” I was fascinated. This has never happened before. I wanted to know why was she so scared suddenly. “Wait. Talk to me.” But it was too late. All ghost around me had disappeared and I was asking myself. What on Earth has happened?




  “What are you doing here Jungkook? There has to be a reason why the almighty Grim Reaper comes to visit a small Goblin like me.”  

“I missed you too Yugyeom. I need help.”

After the War Part One

Word Count: 1,063

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (friendship), Bucky Barnes x Reader (eventually)

As soon as Steve Rogers pulled up to the small cabin in the woods, he knew that he shouldn’t have come. There was an inkling in his stomach. But, he didn’t have a choice. He didn’t have anywhere else to go. Being on the run was rough.

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Title: Teasing is a Fun Game

anonymous requested: A fic with Jason Crouse and a history teacher

Character(s): Jason Crouse and Reader
Summary: After a few trysts with Jason, he shows up unexpectedly during your lecture and all you can think of are the intimate moments you two shared. 
Word Count: 2,249
Warning: SMUT!!! (and dirty talk!) 
Author’s Note: Whoever sent this in, thank you so much! I love writing Jason Crouse and I wanted to show a different side to him (that I think he hides in the TV show, but that’s just me lmao). I mean, Jason Crouse talking dirty and teasing you??? Yes, please

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Happy Birthday Mick Jagger!

“When I met Keith on Dartford Station in 1961, having lost touch after being at school together when we were young, I immediatley knew we shared a taste for great music. And we soon discovered that we both wanted to do more than just listen to it - we wanted to play music too. Going to the Ealing Club and starting a band together, before joining up with Brian as the Rollin’ Stones and playing the Marguee Club in July 1962, we were pursuing a kind of dream, but it was a dream that was not yer fully clear in our minds. It was only Bill and, soon after, Charlie joined that we began to take seriously the possibility of being a band that got paid for playing the kind of music that very few other in Britain liked to play.

As the sixties became the seventies we had become somthing bigger than probably any one of us imagined in the beginning. I was sometimes quoted in the press as saying that I  couldn’t see myself doing what I did for much longer. How wrong could I be? As the decades rolled around we kept on doing what we love the best - playing live and doing a great show. In the late 80s and for the last twenty years our shows have become more innovative, more technically elaborate - but I hope just as exciting, although in a different way, as they were at the Crawdaddy Club in Richmond in 1963.

While I have never been a person who looks backwards, preferring to explore new ideas and concepts in everything from music to staging, I cannot help but do it now that we have reached this amazing milestone in our career. I know many of our fans use our music to date stamp their lives: the first time they have a particular song or saw a concert.

Having you all sharing our journey and most of all sharing our music has been incredible. We couldn’t have done it without you.” - Mick Jagger

Grief - Random Writing

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Summary: Random writing to get rid of writer’s block, this is basically Wanda dealing with the grief of Pietro, but it somehow ends up in R being an immortal of 684 years old… I have no idea what this is, read at your own risk

Words: 2418

Part I - Part IIPart III -  Part IV (Soon)

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For third place, the story I picked is ‘Brewery Tour’ by @jhoomwrites

I’ve seen the text post that this is based on floating around on Tumblr, and I honestly love what you did with it! The banter between Dean and Cas via their little postcards is adorable, and the ending was hella cute! 

I don’t follow you yet, so you get a follow back from me as promised! And of course everyone should take a looksie at your blog and AO3! Congratulations on a job well done!

It’s a frosty January morning when Castiel pulls his robe tight to go out and check his mail. He hastily grabs the contents and darts back inside before the chill can settle in his lungs. Briefly carding through it, there’s nothing of interest. Only junk mail, it seems, so he tosses it into the recycling.

A postcard, tucked in between a flyer and a large coupon book, slips free and flutters to the floor. Castiel barely gives it a second glance, reaching down to throw it in with the rest. However, something makes him stop to read it first. On one side is a picture of the Sam Adams Brewery, on the other is a brief note.

I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only
address I know.  
Happy Holidays.
- DW

There’s something oddly sweet about the sentiment, so he decides to keep the card from this mystery DW. He pins it to his fridge, held in place (fittingly enough) by a magnetic bottle opener. And there it would have stayed, forgotten. Except that Castiel can’t stop thinking about the unknown sender. It nags at him until he gives in. Such a well-meaning message deserves to be answered, and he’s determined to do just that.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 393
summary : a sequel to ‘Friends[finally finished the ‘drabble’ I had as a draft]
* gif by lightwoodxalec


Keeping her friendship with Kai a secret got harder and harder with each day. It didn’t take her long to realise that she had been right about him – he wasn’t the monster her friends said he was. All he needed was a friend, someone to believe in him and give him a chance and Y/N wanted to be this person. Her secret friend kept showing up every other day in the morning, sometimes scaring the hell out of her by sneaking into bed with her. Though their visits became a little rare, seeing how if she kept telling her friends she was feeling sick – one of them was bound to drop by unexpectedly and catch her and Kai together. Which would be really bad not only for Kai but for her too. Her friends (and specially Damon) were so over protective, they’d probably lock her away somewhere until they ‘deal’ with him. And that evening when Kai showed up, it became clear where they’d lock her away.
Y/N opened the front door and tossed her messenger bag on the floor by the stairs while Kai followed her inside. He had scared the hell out of her a couple moments ago when he had popped up out of thin air. Though now she was even more scared, but not of him but for him. Kai had siphoned away the travellers’ spell keeping supernaturals out of Mystic Falls and was planning on kidnapping Elena to use her as practice bunny to get a handle on his magic before merging with Jo. There was no way her friends would let this one slide if he goes through with it. Damon for sure wouldn’t. Y/N braced her hand on the stair railing and closed her eyes, hearing the door close and Kai sigh. A moment later she headed into the kitchen with him on her tail.
    “You haven’t said a word to me since I told you about my plan.” he stated, leaning against the kitchen door frame. “I take it you have an opinion about it.”
Kai watched her pour herself a glass with iced tea, offering him a glass too. Last thing he had wanted was to get her upset with him, but that had been exactly what had happened and now –
    “Yes.” she said quietly, glancing at her glass, leaning against the kitchen counter. “It’s just, if you go through with this… Damon will retaliate.”
    “I don’t give a damn about Damon.” he smirked, taking a sip from his glass. “Let him try. I siphoned a spell covering every inch of an entire town, he won’t be able to tou –”
    “You can’t keep doing this Kai !” she said suddenly, raising her voice. “You have no idea what would happen if you do this. I know you think you have to do it, but you don’t. You don’t need her, I will help you.”
    “Yeah as if that’s gonna happen.” he left his glass on the kitchen counter. “Magic is literally oozing out of me. I don’t really have control over it at the moment. What does it say about our relationship if I hurt you –”
    “Don’t you get it ?!” she stormed towards the living room with him right behind her. “If you go through with it, you are hurting me –”
    “Oh, I get it now.” he chuckled. “You think that when you say this, I will magically change my plans. That you can change me overnight. Manipulate me into doing the ‘right thing’.”
    “Kai –”
    “You have been trying to do that since the day we met, haven’t you ?” he raised his voice. “Stop wasting your energy –”
    “I’m not try–”
    “– trying to change me, Y/N! It’s not gonna work.”
Y/N put her hand on her forehead, shifting on her feet. How hadn’t she realised her words would lit up a match and she’d have to put out a fire ?! “I am not trying to change you, Kai. In fact - I like you perfectly fine just the way you are with all the sociopathic murdery tendencies. As insane as it might sound to other people. I am just worried something might happen to you.” she said, trying very hard not to raise her voice.
Kai was taken aback for a moment. Emotions were not something he was good at because he had spent so long suppressing every single one of them, just so he doesn’t feel pain when he got rejected and having someone who genuinely cares about him and his well being in his life was such a foreign concept to him…
    “Do you realise how ridiculous you sound ?! You are ‘worried’ about me ?!” he said incredulous.“Why do you even care ? I am a monster ! Or have your friends failed to mention what I did to get myself send to a magical prison for 18 years?” he said, his anger slowly dying down.
    “Kai –” Y/N tried to touch him but he just pushed her away. “I – You are not a monster. You did what you did, you paid the price and I do care about you. You are my friend, the only one who doesn’t treat me as if I am made out of porcelain. As if I might break and have to be put in a a glass case or something.”
    “Perhaps I should.” he said suddenly, wrapping his hand around her neck. He slammed her against the wall, anger flashing in his eyes again. “Look at you. So easily breakable, so weak you can’t even fight back.”
Y/N gripped his wrist, struggling to breath but didn’t do anything to push him off. Kai looked into her eyes for a few long moments, waiting for her to use her magic and push him off her. She didn’t and his anger was slowly replaced with confusion.
    “Why aren’t you fighting back? That’s the most fun part of it all.” he raised his voice, a hint of amusement and anger in it.  "Fight back !“
Kai waited, watching her face turn a little blueish and finally he let her go. Y/N rubbed her neck and took a few short breaths. Tears threatened to fill her eyes but she fought them back. Now wasn’t the time for tears. Her friend didn’t want her dead, something was up with him and just as she thought he had gotten all the anger out of his system, Kai grabbed her shoulders , siphoning her magic.
    “Tell me why you are not fighting back !” he demanded.
Y/N didn’t know what to tell him. He had become her best friend. He wasn’t telling her what to do or not to do, he didn’t want her to hide from danger like her friends. He was challenging her, pushing her limits daily, making her stronger and she cared about him more than she cared to admit.
    “Motus.” she muttered, pushing Kai a few feet away from her and he stumbled and fell on the floor. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that someone might actually care about you, Kai ?  That someone might actually believe in you and want to give you a real chance ?” she said raising her voice again.
Kai laid on the floor, laughing. “Finally ! You are fighting back !” he said. “I was wondering when you’d do that. Took you long enough…”
Y/N stared at him confused. “What ?!”
He got up and walked into the kitchen, putting some popcorn in the microwave.  "Love that confused expression you have on.“ he laughed. “I actually believe that you care about me. I don’t understand it, not really. Emotions and all, but I believe it. And I appreciate you giving me a chance. It feels nice having someone like you in my life.”
    “Oh-kay…” she took a step towards him. “So, why did you just try to kill me?”
    “Kill you ?!” he said amused. “Why would I kill the only person who I even remotely like ? That makes no sense.” he said as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ”No, I did it because you are trying everything to push away your magic and hide away from it.” he stated, opening the microwave. “Your magic is a gift. You should use it.”
Y/N walked towards him and grabbed an apple from the counter, considering for a moment if she should throw it at him or not. There it was again - Kai pushing her limits and in a way he was right. All her life she had pushed this part of her away, burying it deep because as fun as it was to have all those powers, it was also dangerous and … she just wanted a normal life. A normal boring human life.
    “You did all this just to get me to use my magic ? You are so confusing, Kai.” she sighed, taking a bite of her apple.
    “You can’t just push that part of yourself away, Y/N. You want me to practice with you – fine. ” he said moving the popcorn into a bowl, heading towards the couch for movie night. “I will, but I want to teach you how to use your magic.”
Y/N just stared at him in disbelief. “You know, you could’ve just said so, right? We are friends after all.”
    “It was much more fun that way.” he tossed a few popcorn in his mouth. “And ‘friends’ ? ” he patted the spot next to him on the couch.
    “What else would you call us ? I put up with you, you put up with me … Friends do that sort of stuff for each other.” she smiled and sat next to him, reaching for the popcorn but he pulled the bowl away. “Hey !!”
    “What ?” he asked innocently. Y/N tilted her head a little, and waved her hand pulling a package with pork rinds from the kitchen cabinet with magic.
    “I’ll share mine if you share yours.” she waved the package in front of his eyes. “So, when do we start ?”
    “Deal.” he grinned, turning off the lights with a flick of his hand, the movie starting to play on the DVD. “Next time we see each other.” he turned towards her and put his arm around her shoulder.

As Y/N had expected, things had gone sideways and their magic training got delayed with almost a whole week while Kai laid comatose in Alaric’s apartment on campus. A few days after the merge with Luke, Kai showed up early in the morning with coffee and chocolate cupcakes, practically dragging her out of the house. They took the long route to her school, stopping in the park for a while to enjoy their breakfast and catch up.
    “In case I forgot to say it before –” she turned towards him, taking a cupcake from the paper box. “ – I told you so.”
Kai sighed. “Yeah, yeah you did. You are so annoyingly right sometimes.” he laughed under his breath. “So, are you excited ? Magic training, day 1 !” Kai said excitedly, taking a sip from his coffee.
Y/N laughed. “More nervous actually. What if … what if you were right ? What if my magic just … doesn’t -”
    “Don’t overthink it. No matter if you have used your magic or not , it’s still there. You have nothing to worry about. Plus you have the best teacher in the world to make sure things don’t get out of control.”
    “So full of yourself.’ she teased.
    “Oh shut up.” he punched her shoulder playfully.

Later that afternoon they got started on the lessons. Y/N didn’t understand why Kai had chosen to stay with her all day at school and endure this torture but but she was sure he had fun. During classes he’d sit next to her making comments and no matter how much she tried not to laugh, it wasn’t possible. He’d wave his hand and the windows would suddenly blow open and she had a sneaky suspicion the fire alarm going off 3 hrs before classes were over was him too.
Teaching her magic turned into the most distracting process ever. Every time he touched her, her focus went poof in the air and things that weren’t supposed to catch on fire did, others exploded and she was pretty sure the car alarm of her neighbour’s car was set off by her magic.
    “Tsk-tsk…. See that’s what happens when you don’t use your magic - things go out of control when you do.” he said concerned and then winked at her.
Y/N glared at him trying very hard not to tell him it was he who was the reason why things didn’t work out. She didn’t like him that way, or at least it had escaped her up until this point. There was something different about the way he touched her and she liked it more than she should and every time he did, it felt as if electricity coursed through her body.
    “Yeah … that’s why.” she muttered low enough for him not to hear. “Let’s try this again.”
Her hands cupped the flower again and she muttered the spell, closing her eyes while trying to bring it back to life. It was a simple spell and all going fine until Kai put his hands around her waist  again and she dropped the flower on the ground.
    “Damn it, Kai ! Why do you keep doing that ?” she snapped, turning around.
    “Doing what?” he asked innocently. “It’s not my fault you get distracted and can’t do the spell.”
Y/N sighed in frustration. “I give up.”
    “Y/N –”
    “No, no. I give up ! We have been at it for three hours. Three hours !!”
    “You are not a quitter. One more time.” he smiled at her. “Come on, just one more.”
Y/N studied his face for a long moment and sighed in defeat. “Fine, one more try and I’m done.” she said, reaching for the flower on the ground, taking it in her hands. “Sorry for dropping you, little one. Lets see if I can make it up to you.”
A moment passed and she felt Kai’s hands around her again.
    “You have to learn to focus, Y/N.” he whispered to her, his breath ticking her skin. “Tune out the world around you , think only … about the spell. About what you want to happen.”
It took her about half a minute but she did as he said, concentrating completely about what she wanted to do. Y/N could almost picture the flower coming back to life, seeing its beautiful purple/white colours – and soon leafs started tickling her palms. Her eyes opened and she opened her hands slowly revealing the flower completely restored- green leafs , purple / white blooms.
    “There it is.” Kai said letting go of her. “Not every time you do a spell it will be in a ‘peace and quiet’ situations. If you can’t focus, you will end up hurt or someone else will end up hurt.”
Y/N nodded. “Got it.”
    “Here, lets try this again.” he got up, walking over to one of the large windows in the living room. His eyes closed for a moment and he placed his palm over it. Then the glass cracked.
    “Kai ! W-what are you doing ?!” she rushed to his side, grabbing his hand but that didn’t stop the spell. Damn he is good at this. she thought. “Malachai Parker !” she shook his shoulders.
Kai clenched his jaw and sighed. He knew it had been a reflex, calling him by his full name yet somehow he didn’t mind that much. “What ? You can fix it, here - I’ll show you how. ” he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in front of him. “Just focus.”
Y/N tried and tried to focus, but he kept distracting her - his hands tugging on her shirt, resting his chin on her shoulder and whispering in her ear. It took her a few minutes but finally she managed and the cracks on the glass started to disappear.
    “See, you are getting better at this.” he smiled at her. “Now, lets see how you do after – this.”
    “After wh–” she started to say, but didn’t get the chance to finish when his lips crashed against hers. Almost the same second the window cracked again, even more than before and every candle in the room light up with flames reaching almost half way to the ceiling. He kissed her for barely a few seconds before pulling away but that was enough for her to lose all focus. “Damn Y/N – are you trying to burn your house down ?! I’d appreciate a heads up.” he waved his hand, putting the flames out.  "Y/N ? Are you okay ?“ he asked, waving his hand before her eyes. “Hello ? What’s h–”
    “Can we continue tomorrow ?” she asked quietly, running her fingers through her hair. “I um… I don’t think I can continue today.”
    “I pushed it too far, didn’t I ?” he asked, fixing her window. Y/N walked right past him and sat on the couch, not answering his question. He followed her and sat next to her, waiting for her to say something. A couple of minutes passed and he started to get worried. “Did I – um, did I offend you somehow ? I didn’t mean to, I –”
    “No, no.” she smiled at him. “You haven’t offended me, just … you took me off guard and I um .. I am having really hard time concentrating right now.”
    “Why ?” he asked curious. Y/N gazed into his eyes and sighed. “Why did you get so distracted every time I … touched you ? You don’t like me touching you or ?”
    “No. It’s not that. I just – I kind of –” she sighed.
    “Was this your … first kiss ?” he asked smiling. Y/N’s cheeks flushed immediately. Technically, yes it was her first kiss… her first real kiss. There had been this boy in kinder garden who had kissed her but that didn’t really count. “S-sorry. I um, I didn’t know and didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”
    “Ruin ?” she turned towards him smiling wider than ever. “You did no such thing, I’m um… I kind of really liked it.”
    “You did ?” grinned Kai, scooting over next to her. Y/N hummed.  "Do you mind if I um … If I kiss you again? Or am I pushing it?“
    “Y-you want to kiss me … again ?” she smiled nervously. “Um, okay … but if the house goes up in flames –”
Kai cupped her face, his eyes drifting between her eyes and her lips and his voice barely a whisper. “Thank of it as another lesson. Learning how to keep your emotions from spiking your magic and affecting your surroundings.”
    “That sounds too advanced.” she teased, her eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. “What if I can’t do it ?”
    “Then we try it again until you do.” he smiled at her. “Unless you don’t want to kiss me.”
    “No. I mean, yes… I –” Her heart was beating so fast in that moment, she was worried he might hear it. Then their lips touched again and her magic went haywire again. He pulled her against him, her fingers tangling in his hair. The door opened and closed shut and gust of wind whooshed around them while the candles lit up again, the flames pulsing to the beat of her heart. Then, too soon, he pulled away resting his forehead on hers. “This will take practice.”
    “You two look cosy.” said Damon. Y/N and Kai looked up, seeing the vampire starring at them with anger in his eyes and his hands folded on his chest. “Sorry, didn’t meant to interrupt whatever this is. You –” he pointed at Y/N. “– in your room. Now. And you –” he pointed towards Kai. “– pick how you want to die. Bite, neck snap, heart rip –”
    “How about … neither.” smirked Kai, muttering 'Invisique’. “Now… where were we ?" 


She’s On Fire (Part 2)

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Title: She’s On Fire (Part 2)

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Dean, Sam, Crowley

Word Count: 1,313

Warnings: angst, little bit of fluff, cursing

A/N: It’s Satan Sunday, one of my favorite days of the week! I hope you all love the next part to this! There could easily be a part three to this, but I would only do it, if there’s enough requests for it. I don’t wanna bore you guys with stuff you don’t wanna see. Feedback is welcomed and GREATLY appreciated! <3

Sam and Dean had been searching for weeks to find the demon who hurt you.  Lucifer went on hunts with you while Sam and Dean continued on their hunt for the lone demon.  Lucifer would let you take care of the demon who hurt you.  

You didn’t always listen to Lucifer, and you didn’t always do what he told you to.  Which annoyed him, but he got over it.  Sometimes you let Lucifer have his way.  This was one time you were willing to do things his way.  You weren’t going to be the merciful person you usually were.

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