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.
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.
Message submitted from@chaos-and-the-calm67 when she sent the gif: I saw this and I’d thought I’d send it in *hides face*
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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…
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
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
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
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?
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?”
“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
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.
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.
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!
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
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.”
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
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.
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.
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.
‘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!”
“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.