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Him

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. 

Her

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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Angel

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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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6x01 → 6x24
“I think you do love me or you could love me, but you’re just too stubborn and scared to admit it because the last time you really gave your heart to someone it got broken. And I get that… I’ve been there. But somewhere along the line you gave up on the idea that you deserve to feel this way again. But you don’t see what I see, Brooke. You deserve this. So I’m gonna try one more time. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m so lost and completely in love with you. I have been ever since I saw you doing that ridiculous Molly Ringwald dance. You know what? It’s okay, someday you’ll let someone in, today’s just not that day.”

Title: Hard and Wet

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

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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.

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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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Don’t let me go pt.2

NOT THAT I SAY YOU WANT TO READ PART 1 , BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M SAYING.

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. 

P.S: My askbox is open for all requests and all groups.

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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?

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                                               Epilogue

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  “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.”

Professor Pride Winter Break

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Title: Professor Pride Winter Break

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs

Word Count: 1,728

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I know it’s early, but I wanted to post this now! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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You quickly got settled in at Dwayne’s place.  Your mother sent you the rest of your things, as promised.  It turned out that you didn’t have much left there to begin with.  It was mostly clothes, photos, and a few other small things.  You were glad that it was winter break for Dwayne, otherwise settling in would have less enjoyable.

It was only a week before Christmas and you needed to buy something for Dwayne.  The two of you decorated the tree only last week.  That was an experience in itself.  You smiled at the thought.  You grabbed your phone from beside you, going back inside the house.

You padded into the living room, plopping down on the couch next to the professor.  He smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead.  You snuggled into his side.

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Imagine face-timing the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, just to whine again about how the Doctor refused to take you on this round. Imagine actually having on your end what they needed at that exact moment to save the day, and afterwards the Doctor lectures you about trusting him, even though you knew he had no idea that was going to happen.

“OH HI PERFECT TIMING!”
“What? What’s going on? Why didn’t you take me, old man?! I’m so bored!”
“LISTEN THAT BOOK, THAT BORING LOOKING BOOK I RIPPED THE LAST PAGE OUT OF?”
“*deadpan* Cinder?”
“YES YES THATS IT! WHO WROTE IT?”
“Uhh I don’t know, why?”
“WELL FIND OUT!!”

(IM NOT DEAD HI. I honestly have no excuse, I just suck at schedules. IM TRYING I PROMISE. BUT YOU SQUIRTS ARE AMAZING WE JUST HIT 800 AND WE’RE ALREADY NOT THAT FAR FROM 900 I CANT BELIEVE YOU AMAZINGS! ILY ALL I HOPE YOUR DAY DOESNT SUCK, LONG HUGS AND SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

Whoops, sorry for the late reply! Here’s the gif I made. You haven’t revealed your Chara yet so this probably won’t fit with your story, but I had fun making it!

Frisk and Chara have a partnership:

I was pondering on what developments there would be in your plot and was struck with the idea of Sans and Papyrus on their last legs encircled by a lot of monsters (perhaps those who want Frisk) and Frisk, determined, scared, allows Chara to take over. Chara kills all the enemies, says something enigmatic to Sans and Papyrus, and returns control to Frisk. Why’s Chara stronger than the monsters? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Well, that would be one badass scenario. Will it happen? I WILL NEITHER AGREE NOR DENY.

But I will say that is an awesome gif!!! AWESOME JOB TO YOU, MY FRIEND!!! ;D

Surprise! So I had a lot of work to do today and even less time to do it all in, meaning that requests have become a little neglected. That being said I had an idea about a bonus chapter to Plague today and I couldn’t not write it. I really liked how I ended it previously but I desperately wanted to write this once I’d thought about it. I hope you guys agree it was worth it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Plague (Bonus)

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It was Christmas in New York. Contrary to the songs, there were no bells ringing; no angels singing either. The world seemed blissfully quiet, and the festive season was well underway.

It was a beautiful morning that you woke up to. A pair of gossamer curtains let faded sunshine spill into the room and bathe the floor in light. You could see the silhouettes of water droplets throwing themselves from the upper sill as the overnight frost died in the sunrise.

A pair of arms encompassed your waist and as Loki stirred, his skin shifted against yours beautifully. His fingers stroked you fondly as he woke, grazing over a scar on your abdomen, before gripping a little tighter and turning you over to face him.
“Good morning.” He purred before kissing you flush on the mouth. You responded eagerly before pulling yourself away and sitting up. You kicked your legs over the edge of the bed and yawned, raising your hands to the sky and stretching simultaneously.

Loki pushed your hair aside and kissed the back of your neck tenderly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and attempted to return you to the bed but you resisted. His kisses became longer, wetter, more inviting.
“Must you leave?” He said with a gravelly voice.
“Tis the season…” You chuckled. “Things to do, people to see.”

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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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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.

Hey,
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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this is literally my favourite bc of the speed in which both boys turn around to tell their mum that they’re in fact not smoking, and for deductive assholes they do a horrible job covering up the fact. like look at the look of sheer horror on Mycroft’s face is priceless, and anyone who’s paying attention would see that Mycroft turns to his right, practically revealing his cigarette to his mother, while Sherlock turns left, hiding his. but neither gives the other away and this whole sequence of Sherlock and Mycroft at their parents is just brilliant, bc it shows how close they are as brothers, and it really opens up the idea that Mycroft really does care a lot about sherlock, even if he acts like he doesn’t have a heart. i think caring is Mycroft’s weakness and it is to him what would be his undoing.  

it’s occurred to me that until I get better at colors (read: happier with my skills) this is as finished as this animation is going to get

so uh, here it is

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I just watched the White house correspondent’s dinner and got so sad at the idea of him leaving even though I’m Canadian. I’ll miss Obama, how funny he is, how he doesn’t pull punches, and how he gave hope to so many for what once seemed like unattainable goal. He wasn’t perfect but he was better than the previous and really that’s all you can hope for in politics. In Canada we have yet to see how good of a leader PM Trudeau will be but so far he is already better than the last guy. And that gives me hope.

TITLE: Bad Decisions 

A road that has a small bump does not mean you take another route -an easier route-, it just means you have to get over it, and once you’re past it, it’s in the past.’

IMAGINE: Having Steve break up with you for your protection. 

[gif is not mine] i am not dead for all those wondering, i merely took an unplanned hiatus, but hopefully i am now back. request are open so send them in my lovely pickles! 


The stars shone brightly across the night sky, Steve looked up at the twinkling stars. He usually loved them but at this moment he hated it. They were so far away, away from the consequences and they could live their happy life. He scowled, it was almost as if the stars were mocking him.

It has been two days ever since he walked away from her. It has been two days since he could function like a normal human being. The door to the apartment opened and he didn’t bother turning around knowing that it was either Sam or Bucky. None of the others wouldn’t converse with him and he knew why. She was like a sister to them, or a kid –depending on who you ask. They absolutely adored her and Steve broke her, therefore them not speaking to him, virtually making him the pariah of the superhero group.

“You’re a fucking idiot Rogers,” he heard the familiar voice speak behind him. He didn’t want to turn around. This had to be a dream. It had to. “How dare you make a decision like that? A decision that affects two people –me and you.” Steve closed his eyes, she wasn’t here. She’s not supposed to be here.

“Look at me,” after no response from Steve she raised her voice. “LOOK AT ME!” He finally turned around and opened his eyes. There she was standing in front of him, her nose flared fists clenched at her sides. She took a deep breath, “How dare you,” she seethed and Steve moved forwards and around her, moving back inside the room.

(Y/N) followed storming after him. “HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU MAKE THAT DECISION FOR ME!” (Y/N)’s face was filled with anger, every crevice in her body filled with frustration. “Did you really think that breaking up with me would solve all of your fucking issues? Huh?”

“It would have protected you!” Steve protested.

She scoffed, “Protected? Me? The person who has managed to be best-fucking-friends with every single bloody Avenger? Don’t you think that they’ll come after me either way?” She moved forward, “Did that even cross your stupid pathetic little mind?”

“(Y/N)…” He knew where this was going and if he was honest he loved this. He loved seeing her getting all riled up, all passionate.

“NO! You’re being stupid, moronic and above all, selfish!”

“SELFISH?”

“YES! You made the decision to break up with me, break us! Because of what? You were scared that I would die because of you?” She scoffed once more, “Please, you and I both know that I would probably get myself killed. I mean have you met me?” She gestured to herself.

(Y/N) shook her head, “You didn’t even ask for my opinion Steve, you didn’t even tell me.” She stopped, suddenly finding interest in the vase that was on top of the table, “You made me believe that you didn’t love me anymore,” she sucked in her cheeks and closed her eyes.

Steve shook his head profusely, “No, never.”

“But that’s what you made me think! ”She rubbed her face, “I don’t know how or why you would ever think that breaking up with me would ever be a good idea or how it would benefit us in any way,” she broke off, staring intently at him. “How could you be so foolish?”

“I’m an idiot,” he heard (Y/N) agree, “but I want to tell you that I have been miserable for the last couple of days.”

“I hope that you were.”

“What I did…what I thought was for the best ended up being the worst decision that I have ever made.” (Y/N) shook her head in agreement, “I want you to forgive me for being such an idiot,” whatever Steve was going to say was cut off as (Y/N) launched herself at him, kissing him heavily on the lips. “(Y/N)?” He mumbled, surprised at the action. He expected a slap, or a kick but not this.

(Y/N) broke off the kiss and looked at him, “Look being in a relationship means that you have to communicate with the other person, you get me? You can’t make these life changing decisions by yourself, it’s not like switching milk, okay?” She caressed his cheek and Steve unconsciously lent towards it –much like a cat would-, “I came here to yell at you and then storm out, never intending to kiss you,” she broke off with a sigh and lent her head on his chest, she felt his arms come around her and smiled. “But I fucking missed you so much, even if you did break up with me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing her head softly. “I can’t fathom what I would do without you.”

“Neither can I. So protect me, and I’ll protect you, be my side for the long-haul,” she gazed up at him.

“I promise that I’ll never leave your side.” And Steve meant it with all his heart, there was nothing on Earth or the entire galaxy that could make him break this promise.

Imagine telling Constance about your engagement

The whole room is a mess, the bed is covered with clothes, and the floor with shoes. Jared walks in trying not to step on any of my stuff. He’s already dressed, a simple plaid shirt and black pants.

“It’s just dinner, wear whatever you feel comfortable with” He says, holding one of the dresses from the bed to hand it to me, “You’ll look lovely with whatever you choose”

“I’m meeting your mom, of course it’s not just dinner” I take another dress from the closet and discard it throwing it to the bed, “I have to look like the perfect daughter-in-law, she deserves a good impression of me”

“You already are the perfect daughter in law” I feel his hands holding my hips from behind, and in a quick move, Jared turns me around to face him, “You’re the one, and this dinner is to let her know that. Everything will be great”

I leave a small kiss on his cheek before choosing a dress that I already discarded before. Jared helps me with the zipper and hands me a pair of shoes that he thinks would look great with the dress. My hair and makeup take me a few minutes more and I’m ready to go.

A calm autumn wind runs outside, so I run to the car before I get too chill. Jared looks really calm, but I’m not. I met Constance once a few months ago, when Jared and I were just friends. It was something quick, and she was super nice to me. Now, a few months later, we were meeting at her place in order to tell her I was marrying her son. Shannon would be present, and that helped calm my nerves a bit. Constance was really protective of Jared, and I always heard stories saying how she never wanted to meet Jared’s girlfriends for different reasons. Mainly, because they never last. For Jared, I was the one, and he was the one for me, reason why Constance agreed to have a family dinner. She didn’t knew about our engagement, and I was really scared she wouldn’t like the idea. Or she wouldn’t even like me.

I play with my ring the whole way to Constance’s house, while Jared just hums to the songs playing on the radio. I wish I could be as chill as he is.

When we finally get to the house, I notice Shannon’s car parked outside, and he’s the one opening the front door for us.

“You look lovely” He mutters while giving me a bear hug.

“Thanks, buddy”

“Oh, you finally got here”

Constance’s voice fills the air and I gasps when she gets closer to us. I receive a hug from her before Jared reaches his mother to hug her like he hasn’t seen her in years. Shannon smiles at me, showing me that everything will be alright, and I smile in return, thankful that he’s here with us.

“Come on, dinner is ready”

The whole dining room is decorated with Christmas decorations, it’s only the beginning of November and I feel like it’s the day before Christmas.

“Oh my god, everything looks so beautiful, did you do all this?” I ask her sitting next to Jared.

Constance looks proud at all her decoration and nods with a big smile on her face.

“It took me the whole weekend, Jared called and said he wanted to have a family dinner. I was supposed to decorate everything next week, but since you guys were coming, I wanted the house to look perfect”

“And it does” Jared says, holding her hand with a big smile on his face.

We start eating while Constance tells us all about her friends, how this friend said something about this other friend, and so on. Noticing how relaxed she is makes me feel calmed, wondering why I was so nervous to meet this amazing lady. Even though, I don’t talk too much during her stories, I feel part of the family and whenever she asks my opinion about certain topic she’s discussing, I feel like I belong.

The whole topic about the engagement doesn’t revolve around the table. Shannon tries to come up with the conversation, but Constance always end up talking about something else, and I get the feeling that she already knows and it’s delaying the news.

“Mom?” Jared tries to get her attention, but she’s too into telling us about her new book she’s reading.

“So the guy can’t move anything besides his head, and he’s really stubborn, but the girl tries to cheer him up and…”

“Mom…” Shannon tries this time, but she doesn’t budge.

“And she falls in love with him, can you believe it?! It’s amazing, and the girl has a boyfriend, but…”

“Jesus, mom” Jared looks like he’s giving up, so I hold his hand and he just ends up dropping the news, “We are getting married”

Constance shuts up in a second, her eyes widen while she just looks at Jared and then at me. After a few seconds in which she looks like she’s watching a tennis game, her eyes lay on Shannon.

“Did I heard him right?” She asks him pointing at us, “I heard marriage?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what he said”

Her eyes come back to us, and after what looks like an hour, she finally laughs, her hands on her cheeks and what appears to be a tear coming out of her eyes.

“I thought… God, I thought you were going to say she was pregnant!” I freeze on my seat and I hear Jared’s laugh, Shannon looks at me raising his eyebrows, maybe waiting for me to drop that news next, “That’s why I didn’t want to shut up, I’m too young to be a grandma!”

“Yeah, right” Constance slaps Jared’s hand playfully.

“Have you thought of a date? What about spring? You could marry by a lake covered with flowers and birds singing in every tree…” She starts talking again, fantasising about our wedding, “We have to let your father know, maybe invite some of your siblings”

“Mom…” Shannon tries to stop her again.

“What about you, honey?” She asks, turning to face me, “Do you have any siblings? A large family?”

“Not really” I answer in the second she gives me to speak.

“Oh, you’re an only child! I am too!”

“Mom…”

“Oh, Jared, I’m so happy!” She almost screams out of excitement.

“We are too” Jared says, with a big smile on his face.

The rest of the dinner consists of the same: Constance already planning our wedding, Shannon trying to convince his mother of letting us speak too, and both Jared and me agreeing to all of her suggestions.

When dinner is finished, the four of us move to the living room. Constance offers us tea and coffee, and we all accept. When she comes back, packed with all sorts of tea and biscuits, she informs us that she wants to know more about me.

“I don’t really know what to tell you” I mutter, with certain nervousness invading my voice.

“Well, let’s start by talking about your hometown”

I can see Jared’s smile as I talk about everything that’s part of my life. Constance continues with her questions, and I’m not sure if I’m being tested before joining the Leto family, or she’s just curious about the woman who finally won her son’s heart.

By the time we decide it’s time to leave, Constance insists that we should come back the following day, or maybe during the weekend. My heart warms as I realize that I passed the tests, the hardest one. Jared’s mother accepted me.

I hug Constance as tight as I can, leaving a kiss on her cheek as we say goodbye. Jared holds me tight when Constance shuts the door, and I feel his hands caressing my head as I finally start to breath calmly.

“She loved you” Jared whispers in my ear, “I told you everything would be alright”

“I guess we’ll have a Spring wedding” I laugh, moving away from him.

“We don’t have to do everything that she told us” He laughs too, holding my hand to start walking to our car.

“Thank God, I really don’t want to have a child’s choir at the ceremony!”

“We’ll do whatever we want, don’t worry” Jared leaves a quick kiss on my lips before opening the door for me, “Let’s go home now”.