i am burned out of telling people i deserve to live, deserve to gain, deserve to survive. i don’t have it in me anymore. people come at me and say all kinds of shit, high on their own poison. how it’s gay privilege we have gay pride festivals “to celebrate liking dick”. how it’s woman privilege to get free drinks at bars, how wage gaps are myths, how we lie about everything, how sexual assault ruins lives - the accused is the real victim. how it’s hispanic privilege to steal jobs that belong to white men, how latin women like me are exotic and if i date a white boy it’s because i know latin men would leave. how my mental illness is just a faked box i’m checking for attention points, how i use it to weasel out of things, how i’m just lazy.
and i can’t, anymore. i watch it happen and i just say “okay.” i’ve tried talking about it. the slow education of spat words. going through the same syllabus, patient and friendly. if i get a little angry, i’m just another example of why they should hate a minority. if i get frustrated because they’re not using logic - well isn’t that problem with me. and if i start yelling - that’s it. they’re not listening. i’m the bad guy because i disagree.
when i teach six year olds, i make sure to teach them how to say “i was wrong, and i’m sorry.” something in this lesson escapes adults: the ability to back down is impossible for them. if they lose ground, they’ll do anything to regain traction. it’s better to be angry and wrong than consider what being wrong means about them. this is, i think, because they know “being bigoted means you’re a bad person”, and they can’t see themselves in that light without guilt. “i’m not homophobic but.” “i’m not racist but.” “i’m not a bigot.” minorities know what this means before a sentence: i don’t want to be seen as a bad person, but i want to hold onto bad beliefs.
and i’m tired of it. i’m tired of walking people through things they could easily google, but won’t. i’m tired of arguing with people about whether or not my existence is less than their own. i’m tired of “discussions” that are really one person asking me to defend my own experiences, of them attacking me, of me having to be angelic and peaceful or else they’ll stop listening.
and the worst? i know all of this “discussing” is wasting my time. either they want to understand or they don’t, it has nothing to do with me. either i’m right and you feel like a bad person or you’re right and i’m just whiny. i don’t make a difference, not really. they’re not coming to me because they want to know more. they’re coming to me because they like having power. control. reminding me that my voice doesn’t matter. that they hold all the cards.
someone asked once why i don’t ever post hatemail. in a better narrative, i don’t like spreading negativity, or maybe i rise above all that, or maybe it’s just better for me. but in the end i think it’s because it can be from forty different people and all sound like the same person. i get it, i think, you hate me.
//slides into ur inbox and trips// so I heard u like frostmaster- me too!! What do you think about them? :3c
I REALLY LIKE A LOT OF THINGS ABOUT FROSTMASTER BUT MAINLY THE DYNAMIC OF… LIKE… LET ME TRY TO EXPLAIN
ok, loki is what, a couple thousand years old? so way old compared to just about anyone else. and in relationships he’s used to having the upper hand. he’s used to toying with people. he’s used to holding all the strings. he is more powerful than most people and even if he doesn’t have more raw power he’s definitely going to be smarter. he’s used to this.
and the guy lands on sakaar, and immediately screws his way to the top of the hierarchy. and then there’s the grandmaster.
you should read the wiki article for this dude. he is outrageously powerful. like he’s powerful enough to bring the universe to its fucking knees, but he doesn’t do that, he plays games. that’s his singleminded obsession and it literally keeps him alive.
the guy is literally as old as the universe itself. call him maybe 13 billion years old give or take a billion or so. 13,000,000,000 years. that’s… unimaginably, impossibly old.
his powers include superhuman strength, speed, durability, agility, etc. he is literally immortal because he and the rest of the elders of the universe have literally been banned from death’s realm. he’s ridiculously intelligent and he has all the knowledge he’s ever gained over his insanely long life. oh, and he has psionic powers like telekinesis and telepathy, and energy manipulation. he can “molecularly manipulate the matter of most beings and objects even over a global scale.” and he can teleport, so that’s neat.
how is he so powerful? oh, just because he literally channels residual energy from the goddamn big bang
and he chooses to spend his time…playing games and being a socialite, because he’s a hedonist at heart
so, suffice to say, loki is more than a little out of his depth here. the grandmaster is thousands of times more powerful than he is and driven by having fun. and loki is his newest toy. basically, i love the fact that loki is finally not holding all the cards. he’s not holding any cards. and it’s as exciting for him as it is terrifying. and it’s really terrifying.
the grandmaster, meanwhile? he’s delighted at loki. loki isn’t as powerful as him, and doesn’t have as much knowledge… but this little frost giant is SMART. he almost rivals the grandmaster in raw intelligence, gives him a run for his money. and that’s so refreshing because the grandmaster hasn’t known anyone who’s been able to keep up with him in a long, long, time.
he’s the last of his species–the first lost, the first found and all–and he’s been lonely. so you can bet your ass that a big part of him is grinning and jumping up and down in excitement that he’s found someone who matches him in at least one aspect. when he and loki play games, loki challenges him, for real. and loki’s unique–a frost giant raised as aesir, a tragic prince, a trickster, a killer, a god of mischief. he’s almost too good. and he’s so fun to play with because he poses a challenge and the grandmaster hasn’t been challenged in a long time.
loki’s not his equal, really, but he’s a lot of fun. and the grandmaster likes to have fun, especially when he has the upper hand.
he never meant to fall in love with the little frost prince, but, well, shit happens.
ANYWAY LOOKS LIKE I WROTE A WHOLE SHIP MANIFESTO LMAO BUT THEMS THE BREAKS THATS WHY I LOVE FROSTMASTER
Not to cause panic or anything, but I follow one of those sites that tracks tv cancellations. They’re concerned for Dirk Gently, and Netflix kinda holds all the cards now.
I think now is a good time to start a ‘Save Dirk Gently’ campaign, which at the very least will let Netflix and BBCAmerica (aka AMC productions) know that we’re still interested. We can just shout at both companies from both sides of the pond to make sure they know how big and dedicated our fanbase is and how much we want a s3.
Would anyone be interested in organizing this campaign with me?
Ok so I came up with the idea for this au at like 3 in the morning and it stuck with me for the entire day, so now here I am.
I’ll probably post something separate explaining a little more about this au, but basically all of the ndrv3 characters represent one of the four card suits and hold a position of either King, Queen, Jack, or Ace.
The confident woman in me knows that he likes me, I hold all the playing cards, I just have to express my interest and he’ll go to the ends for me… the not so confident me thinks I’m delusional, he has a record of being with mostly white girls, he’s mr popular, he’s only going to use me. I’ve never been so sure of the love possible between the 2 of us, I’m just scared, and I have never lived a life where dreams of love are my reality… he’s too good to be true, but wow, I want to love him.
Choi Seunghyun - “Can you guys just fuck already?”
@chanyeolspout asked: NEVER too early for TOP!!! So I’ll have him with “can you guys just fuck already?” I love you I’m happy you’re back get KakaoTalk so CL and I can fangirl over your beautiful self being back.
Warning: Contains smut, biting and control tendencies. If that is a trigger for you, please don’t read.
The jagged edge of his angled jaw felt sharp under your fingers as they caressed along it, his piercing gaze not leaving your eyes. Bravely, your shyness drowned in one too many shots of whatever expensive Japanese liquor you were being feed, you allow a brazen smirk to play across your lips in response. The flicker of his eyes to your mouth only causes it to grow, one side perking slightly higher than the other.
Your body shifts closer to his, breasts pressing heavily against his muscled bicep as your knee edges it’s way slightly over the expensive suit pants covering his thighs. Silently you thank the choice of restaurant, a traditional Japanese one, for it’s lack of chairs allowing you to move this close to him. His lips grin deeper, and he bows low to whisper something carefully into your ear, humid breath caressing against it’s shell.
‘Another one?’ He questions with a gesture to the bottle on the crowded table, the smoothness of his low tone sending a shiver straight to your core. A hand comes to cup against the one you were using to explore his jaw, which he pulls away quickly before spreading the palm open, drawing it to his lips for a quiet kiss.
Your shoulders shrug, uncommitted as his smile broadens and his pouty mouth rubs against the flesh of your palm again before he licks a strip down your inner wrist. Tiny pinpricks of pleasure shoot through your skin at the contact, only fueling the fire that was burning wildly inside you.
You don’t know how this had happened. You don’t know how the supposed plan has gone awry, or how Seunghyun had found you so irresistibly attractive that he’d been willing to sabotage it so easily. You don’t even know why he’d barely been able to look anywhere else but at your cleavage the whole night. As far as you were concerned, you were in the swanky private room of the restaurant as part of a ploy to set you up with someone other than Seunghyun. It had been Jiyong who’d been the apparent intended target - a blind date arranged by a friend and casual in theory. When you’d shown up to the address, however, it had been a different story. The two men, both impeccably dressed in suits, had begun vying for your attention. Seunghyun’s chiseled jaw, his stony gaze and fresh dewy skin had you stunned from first glance, making it obvious within the first few minutes who had the upper hand. It was game over for Jiyong before he’d even poured the first shot with his delicately long fingers.
‘Jesus…,’ Jiyong lets out a slow sigh, reminding you of his presence in the room. ‘Why am I even still here? You’ve clearly won.’ His voice is curt, his position from across the table isolating him from the intimacy of Seunghyun’s touches on your body, and yours on his. It was obvious Jiyong’s comment was directed at Seunghyun, but if it wasn’t for the alcohol that Seunghyun had kept pouring making your head spin you’d probably have paid more attention to it. You would have realized that you were part of something bigger between the two. But honestly, even if you weren’t drunk you don’t know if you would have cared. Seunghyun was intoxication enough.
‘You tell me…’ Seunghyun chuckles, his gaze coming to rest on the upset face of Jiyong, the smirk he’d given you hardening and becoming more sinister.
‘Can you guys just fuck already?’ Jiyong spits nastily, his anger at having lost whatever game they were playing evident as he draws himself up already. ‘I’m done with this. It’s fucking stupid.’
‘Have fun with the ratty club hoes at Cake Shop, my friend.’ Seunghyun’s sentence is punctuated with a chuckle, his eyes leaving you again to watch as Jiyong stands, pushing himself up from the low, non-existent seating of the floor. Before you can even spare a goodbye he is out the door, the sting of his defeat too much for him to bare.
‘Was this some weird game both of you had going on?’ You question, unable to ignore the obviousness any longer.
‘A bet.,’ Seunghyun admits without a hint of embarrassment, another kiss feathering across your wrist. ‘Fifty million weon to whoever you chose to stay longer with, two hundred million weon if said person manages to sleep with you.’ His mouth moves slowly, dotting kisses in a smooth line towards the joint of your elbow. Honestly, you should have felt embarrassed. You should have felt shame in being reduced to a silly little gamble between two friends. But the softness of Seunghyun’s touches had your core melting, and you couldn’t deny that the idea you were a valued prize between the two men was only fueling the heat in the pit of your stomach.
‘I’m only worth 200 million?,’ You pout, playing coy as you attempt to tug your wrist away from him. ‘I’m disappointed.’ His hand grips tightly against your skin, fingernails puckering hard red dents into the flesh as a flash of annoyance appears in his eyes. Your heart flicks a beat of panic before he eases off, and you pout down at him with furrowed eyebrows.
‘I’m not submissive. Not in the least. If this is going to happen, you need to know I don’t play like that.,’ His voice has dropped lower than before, an edge of seriousness crisp in his words. ‘If you want his to happen, you have to submit to me. I guarantee it will be worth your while.’
Suddenly, it was all too overwhelming. His cute flirtatiousness had nose dived, and you were unsure of what you had gotten yourself into. Hiding under his lustful exterior was a dominant big bad wolf - one you had no idea how far would take it.
‘So, you’re saying I just have to sit back and take whatever you throw at me?,’ Your arm tugs away from his, snapping from his hold on your wrist with a sharp jerk. ‘And I’m meant to sit here with a smile while you get 200 million weon out of it? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?’
‘It’s not like that at all. I won’t take it easy on you. I’ll be rough. But if you don’t like something I’m doing, I’ll stop. It has to be consensual.,’ He responds. ‘But trust me, you’ll be smiling through it all. I guarantee.’ His confidence has you believing every word almost immediately.
‘And I’m meant to ignore the fact this is all a game for you? A silly bet with a friend?’ You question, still confused.
‘Would you have said no if you didn’t know about the bet?,’ He counters, an eyebrow raising curiously. ‘The only reason Jiyong mentioned it was because he didn’t want me to win. It’s a tactic. He’s sneaky like that. But I was honest, wasn’t I? I’m not holding anything back, all my cards are on the table.’
He had a point. If you’d never known, you’d still be wowed by his irresistible charm, legs pressing together in a desperate attempt to sate the desire he was making you feel between your legs. Surprisingly, the development of his dangerous edge was not off putting - his honesty in his intentions was refreshing. Most men didn’t make themselves so clear.
‘And we’re doing it here?’ You question again.
‘You’re overthinking it.,’ His silken pink lips turn upwards into a smile. ‘Let’s just play for a little bit. No one will come in. I promise. If you want to stop, tell me.’ He leans forward, palm returning to grip your wrist with a mild force, head tilting towards yours for a full kiss. His mouth opens, free hand reaching to cup your chin and draw you towards him. In a second, his tongue is looping around yours, nails drawing a sharp sting against your face as he drags them towards your mouth. Oddly, the sensation coupled with the delicate emotion of the kiss has a deep groan clawing itself from your throat. It passes on to Seunghyun, and you feel his lips smile against yours.
‘Jesus…’ You say as you pull back, confused at the pleasure such a rough move had offered you.
‘I told you you’d like it.,’ Seunghyun chuckles, fingers gripping around your wrist again in a tight squeeze. ‘I can spot the ones who do a mile away. Even if there was no bet, we’d be exactly where we are right now.’ He releases your hand, a rough shove of your shoulder asking you to lay backwards. You comply immediately, body falling against the cushions on the tatami floor, arranged in a single row along the side of the low table.
Seunghyun is on top of you in seconds, pulling both hands above your head in a sharp twist, and pinning them down as he comes to hover over you. His lips press into you, teeth flashing a sharp bite into the flesh of your mouth. He works carefully to not break the skin, but the sting is still tart and causes your hips to jolt upwards towards him. Pulling away only briefly to relieve himself of the constraints of his suit jacket, the luxe material pulled off his broad shoulders and lost on the floor in a matter of seconds, he sets to work on your neck as one hand still pins your arms above your head.
His kisses are rough, sucking aches against your collarbone that you know will leave bruises in the morning. You don’t have time to think about it, though, because his flurried pace is contagious, and the frantic energy he has is seeping straight into your core. For the first time, his teeth graze against your skin in a deliberate prick and another moan slips from your mouth. Your breathing heavy, chest heaving, you don’t try to hide the pleasure he is giving you - each mark blossoming a sin against your skin you never knew before.
‘Shit…’ Is all you can manage, his heady movement rushing straight to the junction between your thighs. You’d never experienced anything that turned you on so quickly before. Your hip bones press up, and with a smirked laugh Seunghyun’s large hand presses them down towards the floor again.
‘Patience.,’ He coos softly. ‘Let me work on this pretty neck of yours first.’ The palm on your hip bone skips across your torso, the material of your dress hitching ever so slightly as it is dragged upwards. His fingers, long and slender, find their way to your collarbone, caressing gentle circles against the red patches already displaying themselves.
His tongue is on your throat in seconds, teeth soon following to nash against the flesh. A sharp gasp slips from you at a particularly rough bite, Seunghyun lifting his head to check in on you. Your lips form a pout, sadness peeking at the corners of your mouth due to the loss of contact.
‘Hmm?’ You protest wordlessly.
‘Too rough?,’ He questions. ‘I don’t want to put you off on your first time with me.’ You shake your head, cheeks puffing outwards.
‘No. I like it.’ You blink at him behind hooded eyelids, unaware of the effect it would have on him.
‘I told you I could pick it.,’ He chuckles, smile playing softly. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl respond like this, though. Now, let’s go.’ He pulls himself up, offering an arm to you. You take it, and in one swift tug he has yanked you upwards in a sharp jerk.
‘Where?’ You ask, confusion at the sudden change of plan.
‘Cake Shop. I’m feeling like I want to rub you in Jiyong’s face a little bit before I take you home.,’ Seunghyun’s voice is matter of fact. ‘That little shit was all talk this morning. I want him to see your neck and how you let me play with you, so he knows without a doubt what I am going to do to you tonight. God, he’ll be pissed he missed out on someone so into it.’
You knew that your hair had fallen out from being rubbed against the tatami mat floor. You knew that your lipstick was half smeared across your face and your eyeliner was smudged due to the heated kisses Seunghyun had offered you. You even knew that the low cut neckline of your dress offered no coverage of the deep bruises he had sucked into your skin. But as he reached for his coat, and as he cast a questioning eye back your way after standing, hand out and offered to you, you knew there was no way you could deny him.
Because a man like Seunghyun, who exuded such natural control, could get you to follow him anywhere.
You’d admit that it didn’t take much to ruffle your feathers, but this was an all time low…even for John. By the time you found him in the shop, he was already up on the board, writing up the daily figures. Lucky for him, you weren’t looking to make a scene today.
“Ah, just the idiot I wanted to see,” you gritted out as you gripped his forearm hard, pulling him into the closest empty office.
“Already in a sour mood, eh Y/N,” he taunted back.
“Enough of your nonsense, John,” you scowled him. You only felt free to speak openly once the office door was shut. “Mind telling me why Henry didn’t come to take me out this afternoon?”
He took a moment to think over his words before producing them. “Never liked him much anyways. A coward of a man he was.” He pulled out a cigarette and matchbox from his pockets, trying to distract himself from your venomous glare.
I can smell the alcohol on Whitley’s breath as he leans close to me and I don’t doubt that mine and Tommy’s blatant display of affection has angered him something wicked, but as he stumbles around trying to direct me from the house I decide to humour whatever deviant plan he’s concocted that he hopes will prove the point that I’m not supposed to be with Tommy. So I comply without argument as he pushes me out one of the side doors to the grounds and away from the many pairs of eyes inside. As the door closes and the noise becomes muted, Whitley’s grip moves from my hip to a rough fist in my hair which he uses to yank me down the grass verge and onto the open planes of lawn. We reach a spot that’s far enough away from the house to keep us hidden in the shadows of the surrounding trees, but still allow a decent view of anyone approaching us before Whitley stops. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of screaming or crying, even when he pulls my back to his chest and makes a show of coking his gun and running it along my jaw. Even from the corner of my eye I can see that his hand shakes as he holds the gun against my temple.
I went on a date with a hidden weeb. So I asked out a woman from my gym. She’s caucasian and cute and fit and a professional. Professional is really all I’m looking for, the rest is just a bonus and race doesn’t matter to me. So usually you date a white/black/latina or whitewashed api and get the “what are you?” question, right? Well, the hidden weeb got around to it very artfully. It was kind of worked into the “what do your parents do?” part of the date interrogation with a “where are your parents from” snuck in there with some cute tone. It was ok and much appreciated compared to asking my nationality. If you were wondering my passport says U.S.A. under nationality. Anyway, I explained that my father’s from the Netherlands but emigrated from Indonesia as he’s Javanese. Hidden Weeb was visibly disappointed. “Javanese? Wait don’t you mean Japanese?” Nope. Javanese. Java. Its like a different island further south from where you were hoping. “Oh I thought becuase your name contained Nomo you were Japanese” - as if I intentially misled her masquerading as a Japanese person with a fake last name. She was not happy. I tried to keep the rest of the date fun for both of us but she just wasn’t up to it. Thinking she had finally snagged her ultimate prize - a for real Japanese (/American?) guy! - but alas she wasn’t a big enough person to hide her disappointment and resentment towards me. She got out of there as quickly as possible. She’s annoying at the gym now, like I’m a second class citizen or something but whatever, I hold all the cards now possessing the secret of the hiddden weeb!
“Now this is adorable.” Vlad Masters circled Danny’s bed, a cluster of balloons clenched tightly in his fist. He released the bundle, which bobbed against the low ceiling of the hospital room. He bent at the waist, eye-level with Danny, and fixed the boy with a predatory grin.
“Leave, Vlad. For your own good, leave.”
“Oh, now that is threatening. What is a powerless fourteen year old going to do? Maybe snap at my fingers? Berate me with his existential angst?” Vlad shoved his finger in Danny’s face, soaking in the livid gaze he received. “Come on then, take a nip.”
“I’m not going to do any of those things,” Danny said, sinking back in his bed. He wrapped a hand around his bandaged side. “You shorted out my powers, and I’m a little spacey from the pain meds. It would be dumb.”
“A rather nonchalant attitude for someone completely at my mercy. You should be begging, Daniel. I hold all the cards.”
“No,” Danny said as he shut his eyes. He gestured to the door. “They do.”
Danny spoke in unison with the whine of the Fenton-Peeler. Vlad stiffened, turning wide-eyed to the bulky figure of Jack Fenton in full gear.
“When–how?” Vlad hissed at his victim. “When did you call for him?!”
“I did nothing… You tripped the hospital’s ghost alarm–new feature my parents installed about a month back.”
“Get out of Vladdy you vile ectoplasmic beast or so help me I will tear you asunder!”
Vlad’s shoulders stiffened, back erect, his every nerve was on fire. “No. It does not go down like this. This is not how this ends.”
“I warned you, ‘Vladdy’,” Danny responded. His eyes were still shut when he heard his rival scream.
“Danny, do you want to talk about it?”
“No, Dad. I’m fine.”
“I just…” Jack Fenton grasped an enormous mug of beer in his two hands, eyes lowered and red. “How could I’ve not known it was…that it wasn’t Vladdy. In there. A ghost. A ghost possessing him all these–all these years a ghost. Possessing him. Vladdy. Vladdy. I never knew. I never knew.”
“Dad, it’s okay.” Danny put a hand out to his father. “Ghosts are tricky like that. He had to work hard to fool you, but it’s what they’re good at.”
Jack took a large swig from his mug. “Dead! Possessing Vladdy’s dead body. All this time. All this time. Ya didn’t see, Danny. Thank god. Your eyes shut. Thank god.” He drained the last of his beer. “You dunno what it’s like. Seeing a dead body rot 20 years all in a few seconds. I’m so glad you didn’t see.”
Danny shuddered, looked away, and quietly thanked the fact that his only memory was the bright light against his closed eyes.
This is my personal handmade witch box. You can call it whatever feels good to you; Universe box, God box, Attraction box etc. It’s filled with all the things I hold most dear; my tarot cards, my herbs and oils that I use for rituals, a cork board for notes and last but not least, my law of attraction amethyst cave crystal. I’ve been getting a lot of interest and questions on mine and was asked to start an Etsy page of some sort. If this is something you would be interested in please let me know. It can be completely customizable to you and your practice! 💜
Supernatural Preference (How they deal with people bullying you)
Sam walks into the bunker only to find you in the library early from school sobbing on the floor. At first you didn’t notice, but when he slowly starts to approach you with a sympathetic look you start to relax. “Whats wrong y/n/n?” you never want to tell your brothers why you’re sad because you hate to see them upset but you think he might as well know “These stupid boys at school are teasing me, no big deal, I’m just being stupid” for some reason he looked calm and next thing he said really surprised you “So these stupid boys would still be at school right now” you looked a bit confused by just nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back” and like that he was gone. *1 hour later* It had been an hour and you wondered where your brother could be until a text came onto your phone, from sam -sam: I got it sorted sweety, and I’m bringing home pizza for dinner :)
You sat on your bed sobbing, people are so mean to you, I mean high school is tuff enough without people judging you for how you look every 5 minutes. With the familiar sound of wings you open your eyes to reveal Lucifer. For a while now he has made it his personal mission to look out for you and always makes you feel better, so seeing him now was the biggest relief. “Why are you crying y/n” You really didn’t want to tell him out of fear of what he’d do to the people if he knew what they had said, but you thought it worth the risk. “Some people at school have been making fun of me for how I look and it just got me really upset thats all” Lucifer looked surprisingly calm but you could see he was frustrated by the clenching of his jaw. “Who would these few people be”, he said trying not to give away to fact that he wanted to rip their heads off. Once you told him the names he was gone in a flash. *Lucifer at the bullies house* Once Lucifer appeared in the room all the laughter that had once filled it stopped. Everyone looked terrified and so they should be. “I heard you lot have been picking on y/n and if you don’t stop I can make you a lot more scared really quick”, he warned the group of teenagers in a surprisingly calm voice. Some cried and some begged for their lives, but lets just say after Luci’s little visit the bullying stopped and his favourite human was a lot more happier.
Castiel doesn’t like conflict or hurting anyone so when he saw you on the kitchen floor eating a bucket of ice cream and your face covered in tears he felt worried and wanted to help as soon as possible. “Whats wrong y/n?” he ask taking the spoon out of your hand and replacing it with his own. “My friends at school have been spreading lies about me and it really hurt, and I just feel like I can’t trust anyone” Cas looked at you with sadness in his eyes. “You can always trust me y/n and I’ll always be here to make you happy” and with the flutter of his wings you were waiting in line for a ride at a carnival some where in Europe. Knowing that this was Cas’ way of saying I love you and everything will be alright you grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek, knowing that everything would be okay.
Gabriel hates seeing you sad and can always make you feel better, so when he appeared in your room with bags full of candy you guessed he already knew about the problems you’d been having with mean messages online. “Hey kiddo, don’t listen to them”, he smiled as he closed your computer. “Its nothing a little candy and cuddles can’t fixed”, you smiled as you made room for Gabe. “How about we also watch some Simpsons” you suggested, knowing it was both your favourite t.v. show. Gabriel just stared at you and slowly smiled. “Hells yeah!” he said as a few Simpsons discs appeared in his hands.
Balthazar was always one for perfect timing and today was no exception. Lately boys at school had been shoving you against walls while girls called you horrible things. “You’re a fat fucking loser you know that right, and know one will ever love you” as soon as those words came out of Sarah Joson’s mouth for the thousandth time, Balthazar appeared right behind her so only you could see. “Oh, uh, sorry, but um did I just hear you correctly.” All four girls flipped their heads around only to be shocked to see Balthazar (who was disguised as a teacher) holding up detention cards for all of them. “I don’t tolerate bullying, so I guess I’ll be seeing you awful ladies in detention on Friday after school.” As he ushers them off to class he winks at you with a big smile.
Michael was a powerful archangel so of course he was going to use that to his advantage when he found out his favourite human was being wet with hoses and laughed at by awful people at school. Michael appeared into every single one of their rooms walking slyly by their winds or wardrobes scaring the crap out of each and everyone of them. Each of them gave a terrified reaction and lets just say that after his little visit, y/n was never bullied again in fear of the strange man coming through their window again and killing them.
Even though Dean doesn’t like showing emotion that much, when he finds out that you’d starting harming yourself again because of the things people had been doing and saying to you at school he was more than a little upset. You sat on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom with your brother just holding you. “y/n I never want you to do this ever again”, you manage to hear through a choked up voice. “Those people are not worth it and you are way better than this. So how about we stop the tears and I get us both some hot chocolate and we watch, ‘The good, the bad and the ugly’”, even though you both had tears in your eyes you gave each other big smiles, which continued through out the night, thanks to the best brother ever.
Your brothers never really knew of your friendship with Crowley, but when he came into your room one night to comfort you after a long day of school work and bullies, the boys were less than impressed. “Crowley, what the HELL were you doing in y/n’s room”, you heard your brother Dean shout. When you heard this you feared for your friends life and ran out of your room. “Guys leave him alone, Crowley’s my friend and he was helping me feel better about people at school so he was reading to me.” Your brothers looked shocked, but once they noticed your dried tears and the smile you gave Crowley they knew you’d be safe.
****Okay so this is my first time ever writing something like this so don’t judge me too harshly. I might start writing things like this once in a while, but please no requests. I hope everyone enjoyed it and if anyone has POSITIVE advice or feedback please message me.****
Requested by @thatgirlwiththeblackglasses: Hii! Would you like to write a Theo Raeken imagine Where Y/N gets hurt in a fight and he saves her life? So they get feelings for each other?? Sorry this is trash 😂. Love you!💗💗💗💗💗
A/N: okay so this turned out a lot longer than I expected but I loved this idea a lot and I enjoyed writing it so much! So thanks again for the request! I hope you like it :)
Words: about 3760. Warnings: cussing. Pairing: Theo Raeken x reader