oh god angel you are such an idiot

  • Lucifer: Gonna start an apocalypse, gonna meet my son
  • *Double doors fly open, slamming against the walls*
  • Jack: What's up Daddy-O? Want some candy? How bout some whiskey? I looove humans so much, angels need to learn to be forgiving ya know? Oh, oh, I watched Brokeback Mountain last night and let me tell you-
  • Lucifer: *Sneering at the other angels* What the fuck have you idiots done to my son?
  • Balthazar: Made him awesome
  • Gabriel: Introduced him to television
  • Samandriel: Let him have a heart
  • Gadreel: Taught him to be a badass, but also forgiving
  • Castiel: Taught him drama and love
  • Lucifer: I'll. kill. you all!
  • Jack: Shut up dickbutt! God, you're so whiney. My son loves humans wahhh! Daddy doesn't love me waah. Boring
  • Gabriel: Good boy
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Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane.

A/N: This might hurt a little. Just a little. 

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

It’s weird, waking up not knowing where you are. It took me a while to remember what happened last night, and it took me even longer to realise that I’m not alone in this bed; even when I’m curled around the warm body next to me, my arms around her waist and my face nuzzled into the back of her neck.

She smells familiar. She smells like.. home.

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Secrets | 10

Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

Word Count: 1183

Warnings: Language

A/N: (Written in reader’s POV, then Peters // italics indicate inner monologue/thoughts.) THIS IS IT! y’all, I hope you enjoy the end of this little series, and please let me know what you think! :)

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Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

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I Think You’re Beautiful (Castiel x Reader)

A/N: Hello hello my reader-chans! Here’s the Castiel x Reader smut, as promised. I came earlier than expected I realize. I had alot of time on my hands! Anyway- Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,208

Warnings: smuuut! Slight dom!Castiel.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural


When the Winchesters introduced you to the infamous Castiel, his reputation had preceded him. 

It was just another normal evening when Sam decided he finally wanted you to greet the celestial being in person once and for all. Dean seemed reluctant at first, but with a few persuading words on how you’ve been parading with them for the past couple weeks and you deserved to know, the older Winchester finally agreed.  You were a tad nervous as the younger Winchester sat in a chair, hands clenched together as he prayed for the angel to come down to greet you. It only made you nervous because Dean was so hesitant about it. 

He was leaned against a counter, arms crossed and a scowl etched onto his face. You swallowed. Not a good sign. You sat up on the table, arms propped back and your legs swinging off the edge. Your thoughts began to swim with your mind, memories beginning to play like picture shows.

 However before you could get too lost in them, an unfamiliar voice shoot its way into your ears. “Hello Sam. Dean.” He greets the brothers. Sam smiles while Dean simply nods, scowl unwavering. You jump slightly at his sudden entrance, heart jolting. You look to Castiel, who’s blue gaze shifts to yours. “You must be Y/N.” He turns to face you, dipping his head. “My name is Castiel. It is nice to meet you.” You smile to him. “Likewise.” You reply. You hold a hand to your heart, taking a few seconds to calm a bit. You weren’t expecting that. “Did I scare you?” He suddenly asks, eyebrows furrowing. You nod. “A little bit. But you’re fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” You smile again, your hand returning to its place previous on the table. He nods. “Well, I am still sorry.” You wave him off, hopping off the table and walking to the kitchen for a beer. 

Walking to the refrigerator, you took a minute to revise what just happened as the brothers and the angel caught up. The brothers had talked fairly of the angel, although it was mostly Dean ranting on how he was inconsistent in keeping contact with them. They hadn’t really described him, but you were sure they wouldn’t have done justice. He was tall but not as tall as Dean. Still taller than you however. His jaw was set and square, shadowed by his stubble. Lips were wide and a very pale pink in color. His eyes were the bluest you’ve ever seen and were set beneath dark brows. His dark hair was messily tousled in a way that resembled a bedhead. He wore many layers of clothing you realized, though you were able to discern under all of it that his body was beyond good looking.

 You grabbed three beers for you and the boys and closed the fridge, walking back out to a very sorry Castiel explaining why he hasn’t called to an angry Dean. Sam silently thanked you as you handed him one, going back to watching as his older sibling scolded the celestial being that was far older than them like a child. You silently slide a beer over in Dean’s general direction, taking a seat of your own. You quietly sip on your beverage, waiting for the disagreement to be over. You felt bad for Castiel. Whenever anyone gets thrown under Dean’s anger, there was just no escape. He seemingly wouldn’t let you go until he was finally done. You hoped it wouldn’t always be like this around them.

A few months passed by. 

 You were hunched over your computer currently in boredom, waiting for the boys to get back with a promised dinner. You were searching for cases and you’ve only gotten bupkis with a side of squat so far. You groan in frustration as you finish yet another pointless article, running your fingers through your hair. You wonder what Castiel was doing. You rarely saw him around, only catching him hunts. Even then, that wasn’t much. The angel would only nod to you and keep his distance, only making conversation with the Winchesters. That hurt you a little honestly.  

You’d never admit it out right, but you did develop some feelings for the rogue angel. He was handsome, always looking as if he’d flown through a storm of some sort with his messy hair and rumpled clothing. He was very intelligent and bold, making you even have stop to reiterate what he says. His social skills were lacking, but then again so were yours. Let’s not forget how badass he is in a fight. Anything that stood in his way never survived unless he let it. 

He was always so serious, though he had his moments of gentle kindness and adorable awkwardness. What intrigued you most about him were the times where he seemed to have a loss of words since he always seemed to have so many. He was so curious about the little things, like why grass was green and how flowers bloom. It made your heart ache a little. It’s too bad he’ll never wonder about you like you do him. With that usual pain in your heart, you sigh somberly and close your laptop. No matter how hard you punched away your feelings, they always hit back harder.

 As if on cue, your phone rang. You check it. Sam’s name glowed on the screen. 

You answer it. “Hey Sammy. What time did you guys say you were getting back again?”

 “Y/N. Yeah about that. Dean and I rolled into funky town. We probably won’t be back for a while. Sorry-” The line cut off soon after. You immediately shot up, panicking. Funky town. That was the word they taught you if either of you all got into trouble. You grab your weapons but stop soon after.. Your heart rate increases. You don’t know where they are. You mentally begin to scream, beginning to pace around in fear. You didn’t know where they went and now you were paying the price for it. Wait. You stop pacing. Castiel. He could help. You didn’t have his cell though…but you could pray right? You kneel over a chair and clasp your hands together, closing your eyes and shooting out a quick prayer. 

 Castiel wondered about a lot of things, but he almost always wondered about you. Your pretty E/C, you’re radiating smile, your agile body. You stirred strange feelings in his vessel that he himself couldn’t explain. It always ached and burned whenever he saw you. His stomach evoked a strange, pleasurable sensation deep within it too. Thoughts, full of nothing but sinful things, clouded his vision whenever he watched you fight. He’d have to isolate himself after hunts to…relieve himself. But he scared you, so he decided he should keep his distance. It was hard, but for the best he’d tell himself. He was in the midst of a conservation with someone when he suddenly heard your prayer. 

 ‘Castiel…I pray you can hear me. The Winchesters are in trouble and I have no idea where they are. Please help me find them before it’s too late.’ 

Quickly, he excuses himself and flies over to where you were. Upon his arrival, he stops in surprise at your position. Sam, when he often prays, does so in a chair with his head bowed down with his elbows on his knees and his hands tightly clasped together. Dean, when he prays, does so loosely, like he was talking on a phone or to a person. But Y/N…the woman was propped up on her knees, head tilted up towards the ceiling. Her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks, lips pouted out in a frown. So many thoughts cross the angel’s mind, none of them pure. A low heat sparks within his vessel but he shoves it down. That’s irrelevant to why he’s here right now. 

He walks over, placing a hand to your shoulder. You immediately react, whipping up to a stand and holding a knife to the angel’s throat. The thoughts only resurface in his head. He quickly dispels them again. “Castiel?” You breathe, putting the knife back in its hidden place in your boot. You back away a little. “Oh god I’m so sorry-” ‘It is quite alright Y/N. You said the Winchesters were in trouble?” You nod vigorously. “Where are they?” “I don’t know! That’s why I prayed for you! Please tell me you can find them.”

 Castiel then explains to you the concept of GPSs, leaving you feeling like an idiot. Soon, you found yourself and the angel near a run down house. “I’m seeing dozens of demons inside. It is imperative we work quickly and eliminate all of them.” He says, looking to you. You nod, swallowing. You load your gun with bullets melded from an angel blade. No offense to the angel standing beside you of course. “I’ll pop as many as I can. You work your way up from downstairs and I’ll take the upstairs ok?” You say, cocking your gun. Castiel nods, resting a hand on your shoulder. It causes a flutter down by your heart. You ignore it as the dizzying feeling of teleporting takes place. It only lasts for a second until you’re inside the house. 

Quickly, you shoot at a few demons to make it easier for Castiel, making a break for the stairs. They’re all hit and fall over quickly. The angel begins to work on the others left as you climb your way up the stairs, shooting at those who come out of the rooms. Soon, you run out of bullets and demons to shoot. You walk up to the room the brothers are being withheld in, walking over to untie the last of their restraints.  

You saw the knife of the demon too late, as well as the warning that left Dean’s lips. The knife slides into your side and your nerves come to life, flaring up in white hot pain. You scream, managing to untie Sam’s hands before yours fly to your side. Sam quickly jumps up as wide-eyed Castiel comes in, stabbing the demon in the back. It falls over, dead. You scoot to a corner, blood seeping out at an alarming rate. Definitely nicked an artery somewhere. Sam worked on Dean’s restraints as Cass walked over to you quickly, sitting you up. “Y/N- Y/N stay with me.” Your vision was failing you. You feel a roughened hand palm your cheek and a sudden warmth spread throughout your being. It was a comforting warmth, like finding a fluffy blanket just out of the laundry sort of warmth. You felt the fixing of the wound and your vision slowly became normal. Now you were just tired. You wanted a shower and a nap. 

The hand stayed on your cheek a while longer until it was gone. You feel yourself being picked up and carried out. “Hey…I have two legs…’M not useless.” You mumble. “Y/N you were just bleeding out not a few seconds ago. Humor me alright.” You hear Dean’s voice grumble above you, shifting you in his grasp. You decide it was best not to speak as he wasn’t wrong and wait until you’re back to the apartments. 

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It felt nice to shower after that encounter. You washed off whatever blood was left on your being and mourned the loss of yet another set of clothes. They were too far gone to be saved. The water ran red, to pink and to clear and you soon turned off the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel and exiting the bathroom. 

You came too close to death. Too close for Castiel’s liking. He cared for you, even if you didn’t think so. It was a different kind of care, not like the care he felt for Sam or Dean. This care made him yearn for you whenever he was lonely. Made him wish you felt the same. He wish he could tell you this, but something always held him back. He didn’t know what but it really bugged him. Maybe Sam could help. He seemed more in tune with his emotions, rather than Dean.  

As you walked out into your room, you were greeted with Castiel sitting on your bed. You screech, covering up your already towel covered being. A blush rises up on your entire face when he snaps his head to yours. He slowly stands, his eyes looking to all the exposed skin before him. He wonders what you look like without the towel…”C-Cass! What are doing in here?!” You squeak, hunching your shoulders. His blue eyes finally focus on your E/C ones. 

“Y/N. I apologize for invading your personal quarters, but I must admit something that’s been pestering me for a good while now.” You move some of your wet hair out of your eyes and quickly put your hand back to its job to holding up the towel. “Sure! Couldn’t you do this another time when I’m not practically naked?!” You say, standing a few feet away from the handsome being. His gaze seems to darken at your wording, head tilting and blue eyes dilating. He licks his lips.

 “I think this is an excellent time.” He says, looking at you with…is that desire in his eyes? You gulp, nodding for him to continue. It was getting cold for you, since you’re only in a towel. Goosebumps rise up on your skin, making themselves present. “Y/N…It’s hard for me because I don’t feel many things but somehow…I have feelings for you. Different from the Winchesters. It only comes with you.” He suddenly says and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. Holy shit. Did Castiel seriously just say that? You weren’t sure you believed it. “Wh-what?” “I see…you do not feel the same-” There was hurt in his voice. You freak out a little. “N-no! That’s not it at all! I think I like you too much but how could you like someone like me?!” You suddenly blurt, eyes wide in disbelief. Castiel’s eyes narrow and his brows furrow, like he’s trying to understand something. “What are you trying to say?” 

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. “That you can do so much better! I’m nothing! There are so many more people worth your time. I’d just slow you down.” You lower your head. You need to learn when to shut up. But alas, it was the truth. For you anyway. A beat of silence plagues the room. You swear you hear your own heart beat. Suddenly, Castiel’s shoes show up in your vision. His hands ensnare your hips in his grasp and he slams his into them with a growl, rolling them against you. You yelp in surprise, hands quickly tightening onto the lapels of his jacket. A moan is quickly followed afterwards however. He was undeniably aroused. There was no mistaking the obvious bulge within his pants. You shiver then, low in your spine as his voice impossibly drops a few octaves with a newfound huskiness to it. His head lowers to your ear. 

“Are you trying to say you are imperfect? That you are not good enough for me?” He growls, undulating his hips into yours again. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips and your hands tighten into a death grip onto his jacket. “C-Cass-” “No! I do not want to hear you speak of yourself in such a way. You are the most beautiful being I’ve encountered on this miserable rock so far. You are strong, resistant and kind.” He snarls, tightening his grip on your hips. You moan, unable to form words for second. “Mm- i-it’s just the truth Castiel-” “Do you have any idea the things you make me feel Y/N?” “Cass-” “You’ve driven to self pleasure Y/N” He grunts, rolling his hips yet again against yours. You whimper, tightening your grip more and throwing your head back. Everytime he did that, it reminded you that you still only had a towel on. 

“Wh-where the hell did you learn to talk like that Cass?” You breathe, feeling his lips trail over neck. He doesn’t respond, taking the time to kiss your skin instead. You shudder, mewling a bit. “I’ve always wondered what was hidden under those garments of yours…as well as the taste of your lips.” He mumbles against your skin. It tickles a little. You feel his hand tugging at the top of your towel. So you rid of it and step back, looking at your feet self consciously.  You weren’t innocent by any means, but this was wayyy more intimate than any times previous. You can hear Castiel’s breath seemingly stop.

 A warm hand finds its way to the curve of your hip, the other lifting up your chin. You slowly look up to his heated gaze and are greeted with nothing but lust and gentleness. His head tilts to yours. Understanding what he wants, you touch your lips to his and kiss him. A spark immediately shoots down your whole being as he kisses back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wrap your around his neck, the kiss becoming intensely passionate. Apparently, he needs no coaching in this area either.  Becoming impatient, you squeak as you feel yourself bouncing on the bed. Castiel is immediately over you again, kissing you more fervently. 

You could feel your slick coating your thighs and he hadn’t even touched you yet. He was much to overdressed and you tugged at his clothes. He breaks the kiss and with the snap of his fingers, he sits before you. No clothes covering his being. You shiver, letting out a moan at his muscled physique. He was just so unfairly perfect. Your eyes stayed glued to his arousal when they find it, unbelieving. You reach out a hand to it, but Castiel quickly deters it. “This is about you.” He mumbles, catching your lips again. With that, he slowly kisses his way down your being, giving your breasts a little love and continuing down to your pussy. He purposely misses the area and puts a leg over his shoulder, licking at your inner thighs. They were so soft. He softly nips them, listening to you mewl before soothing them with a lick. You grab a fistful of his hair, petting softly. It was every bit as soft as it looked. His face eventually came in front of your sopping wet folds. His tongue came out of hiding and took a long, slow lick of your slit, tasting your slick. You squealed at the sudden invasion of the warm appendage, tightening your grasp of Castiel’s hair. He simply grunts, continuing to move his tongue against you. Eventually, his hand came into play, index and middle finger making you almost scream. His nose hit against your clit every so often, making you yelp in pleasure. Eventually, it began to overwhelm you. You were practically begging the angel to make you cum, praising him just as much. Finally, with the sight of his blue eyes staring up at you, his pink tongue lapping at your honey pot and the flex of his tendons as he thrust his fingers into you one last time, you scream, cumming onto his hand and into his mouth. He groans, lapping up as much as he can. You come down from you high, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hands running up his neck. Slowly, his hands ran down your sides, grabbing at your hips. 

He grinds his member between your folds, covering it in your juices. You shudder, bucking your hips. “Pleeease put it in.” You whine, lifting your hips. You’ve waited far too long for this moment. Castiel grunts, swiftly entering you with a single thrust. You moan loudly, arching your back. He grunts, setting his forehead against yours. He set out a fast pace, driving you absolutely insane. He hit everybody part in you that made your body sing. 

You claw his back, having a difficult time keeping your voice down. The angel simply grunts and groans, a soft moan making itself audible every once a while. You praise him repeatedly, getting closer and closer. “Y/N.” Was all he said against your ear as he came, dragging you alongside with him as you careened into the stars for a few seconds. Slowly, you came down for your high as he did, trying to control your breathing. Castiel simply cleaned you off in silence, coming back around to cuddle you in his arms.

 You giggle. “What?” The angel asks, curiosity clear in his voice. “Nothing. I just hope I did alright.” You look up to Cass, who graces you with one of his rare smiles. “Oh I’d say you did way better than just ‘alright’, Y/N.”  

Day 16: Fallen

Prompt: angel!john x reader

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There was something strange going on with John. Not the usual, normal strange things. He avoided you at certain times in the day, And there were times where you honestly had no clue where he was. You told yourself that you were being an annoying partner and moved on from it. Until that one day.

You came home early, hoping to sneak in and surprise John on his birthday. You held the gift bag close to you, closing the door softly behind yourself. You placed your bag on the counter, glancing through the house to see if he was hiding somewhere around the corner.

But there wasn’t a sign of his presence. You held the bag close, smiling ever so slightly at the gift inside. You heard a glass break in the kitchen, and soaked towards it. Inside, well, your eyes must have been playing games with you.

John was picking up the glass, cursing to himself at his stupidity. But that wasn’t the strange part. On his back, were two giant wings. They fluttered everytime they came in contact with an object. They were a light blue, almost translucent in color. The sun shining through the window made them shimmer in the light. Several feathers were on the floor, but most were still on the wings themselves. They looked to have a kind of their own, stretching and shrinking when they felt necessary.

“Fucking wings, dumbasses…” John grumbled. They moved slightly at his comment. He smiled at them, “Damn, I missed you. Having you covered all the time, well, it’s not fun.”

His eyes were crinkling at the sides, genuinely smiling. The way he was talking, made you believe they did actually have their own mind. Until you dropped your bag in your hand. His eyes flicked towards you, his smile slowly slipping away. His wings shrink, quickly sinking back into his skin. He dropped the glass he held in his hand again, widening his eyes at you.

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming home so early. Um…” His eyes moved to his back, “I can explain, please, just… don’t freak out.”

His wings were still tucked behind him. He released them slowly, tentatively. They were much more tense than before, the feathers darker and sticking up slightly. You walked over, slowly reaching out your hand. They shrunk under your approaching hand, probably as nervous as you were. You touched them, and the tense muscles underneath slowly dissipated. John relaxed, letting his wings stretch out more.

They were as soft as they looked. It reminded you of touching the fur of an animal. John watched you, looking for a reaction. Any reaction. You moved your hand away, and the feather seemed to move towards you, missing your touch. You held in your breath, looking at John. He was terrifed, his hazel eyes flicking between yours.

“Is this…since…what?”

You couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence. John looked at his wings, and they seemed to hug him slightly. He stroked a feather.

“Since the beginning of time, I suppose. More eras than I could count,” He smiled at you.

“Many cultures talked of angels, messengers of God, the divine… But I think I’m just a ordinary person. I was finally allowed to walk on the ground for a few millennia. And then,” He looked at his wings, “I met you.”

You instantly thought of all the insane and idiotic things you’ve done in front of him. From the talking to the sins to the… oh no. You had sex with an angel. You looked at him, fear in your eyes.

“Am I going to hell?”

He laughed, a true, genuine laugh. He shook his head. “No, I don’t follow the rules of God anymore. And the sins you’re talking about are man-made. God doesn’t see those things as sins. But murder, well, thats a biggie.”

He was being too nonchalant about this. You were being to nonchalant about this. Everything about this was strange. But here you were, your hand playing with his and his smile as mesmerizing sing eyouve first met him. There was always something special about him, some aura around himself that made you stick to him. And here it was; he was an angel from heaven. But something was still itching your mind. Yea, like being an angel wasn’t that big.

“John?” You asked, and his eyebrows perched up, “What did you mean when you said you ‘don’t follow the rules of God anymore’? Is that just a strange choice of words or…” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

His wings shrunk, hiding behind him. His smiled wavered. “Y/N. Have you heard of the term 'fallen angel’?” There was still a soft smile on his lips. You nodded.

“Well, let’s just say I was one of them.”

anonymous asked:

Dreamsorvisions was right your writing is shit, redundant, and it's trash. Everything is the same it's just the names that are changed. You realize that Mary Sue inserts and OCs are at the bottom of the totem pole? Remember ff7? People tried doing that and they got shamed for it. Stop plaguing the ffxv tags and cross tagging I don't want to see your shit.

Oh okay!! Well I guess since you said so it must be true!! Guess I’ll just stop writing since you and tumblr user dreamsorvisions, a quality person who spends their free time hating themselves and everyone else in the fandom said so… my God, what was I doing all this time? I can’t believe I was out here embarrassing myself like that before you, in your infinite wisdom came along to stop me!!! Bless you friend, bless you!!!! Godspeed you and your miserable friend’s quest to clean this fandom up, you absolute angel. 

Originally posted by howtobesupernatural

Author’s Note: This imagine was requested by my best friend, @fallen-angel-of-god


“Am I surrounded by idiots or demons? Because I can’t tell the difference anymore around here!”

You could hear Crowley’s voice boom from down the corridor, as you peeked your head out of your bedroom door in curiosity.

Everything in Hell had been hectic, especially since yours and Crowley’s wedding was only a week away. And the constant calls from your brothers, Sam and Dean, weren’t helping your nerves at all.

After nervously rubbing your hands together, you take a deep breath and make your way down the hall.

“I’ve told you a million times- Oh why do I even try?!” He said again. You peeked your head through the doorway carefully and smiled. There was Crowley,the love of your life, ordering around the demons.

“Crowley?” You said lovingly, leaning against the entry to the throne room.

He turned around almost instantly, and at the sight of you, his stressed looking face melted into immediate comfort.

“Hello Darling,” he smiled, then turned back to his demons. “Everyone out!” He bellowed. 

You stepped to the side as the demons shuffled out of the room in a hurry to obey their king’s orders.Once the room had cleared out, you walked in and stood behind Crowley, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.  You rested your fore head against his back.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but these idiots seem to become for insufferable every day.”

“Shhh.” You cooed quietly. “Soon, this will all be over.”

“I know, I know, I just want this to be perfect.”

You let go and stood in front of him, resting your arms on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around your waist. He looked at you lovingly, you loved that look.

“It will be perfect.” You smiled. “You know why? Because after this, we’ll be together. And nothing can change that.”

Crowley gave a sarcastic shrug before smiling. He leans in, kissing your forehead lovingly.

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$ from Kaminari?

Accidental text

From: Kaminari

To: Sweet angel

  Eijiroooo! Oh my god, tell me I didn’t exceed my wattage limit while using my quirk today. Please tell me I didn’t! God, I must’ve looked like an idiot with flashing thumbs up to everyone, especially Y/N! They aren’t gonna like me now… Shit. I was hoping to look cool, but now they’re gonna mock me! Help me??

From: You

  Haha, Denki, don’t worry, I still like you.  

[Message sent]

[Message read]

[Blue ticked]

From: You

  Denki?

He fainted from happiness and embarrassment.

A TALE OF TWO ENGINEERS (part 1)

Originally posted by becausepine

tadaaaa here it is my first ever scotty x reader story, i hope i did well on the accent. theres gonna be three parts of this; this one, a smutty one and one on the events after altamid. more notes are on the end ENJOY^^



This is set in between the time that the enterprise docks at Yorktown and leaves Yorktown for Altamid,

As the enterprise began nearing Yorktown base scotty grew more nervous with each minute that passed “what if she doesnea like me? What if I am nae what she expected?” he thought. He had met you only two months ago through a forum created especially for engineers, he had read your paper about the engineering behind the Yorktown starbase and was simply fascinated by it. He had immediately contacted you and the two of you started talking, heck he even started to have feelings for you. Scotty sighed “if only I wasnae this old”.

Yorktown base

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” Your alarm bleared loudly. With a sigh, you turned around to turn it off, when you looked at the time you were shaken wildly awake “fuck it’s already 11:00 I promised to meet scotty at 11:30” you jumped out of bed and ran to your closet it was a 15-minute walk from where you lived so you couldn’t waste any more time. You chose a gorgeous red dress that hugged your figure perfectly along with black gladiator style sandals, checking yourself one more time in the mirror you decided that you looked perfect.

When you arrived at the docks the enterprise wasn’t there yet, but there was already a small crowd forming. Eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the flagship from the fleet, not that you could blame them. God that ship was magnificent, those beautiful ample nacelles and that powerful warp core. “scotty sure is lucky to work on that ship, l the things that I would do to even get to see her engine room” as you were thinking this the enterprise had arrived at the dock and was made ready for the gangway to attach so the personnel could leave the ship. Your phone beeped, you looked down to see Scotty’s name flashing on the screen “I sure hope ya ready for me lass” you smiled and texted back:” haha I’m ready when you are mr Scott ;)”

 

He was sure this was it, this was going to be the moment that you saw him and ran away. “do nae think like that mont, Y/N would nevae be that shallow. Right?” while he was summing up all the reasons why you would run and never talk to him again, he was walking down the gangway. Ready to meet you for the first time, ready to meet the woman that had stolen his engineering heart with her paper. The gangway ended into an open space, the ceiling let the light trough that shone on the water above. Scotty looked around to see if he could find you and there you were, you were even more beautiful in person. Your red dress clung perfectly around your body, your H/C hair was caught in the artificial Yorktown wind and you looked like an angel. While Scotty was still gathering courage to go up to you and say hi, you turned around and found him staring at you. Chuckling you went up to him and extended your hand “Hi I’m Y/N you must be the famous Montgomery Scott” surprised the accepted your hand but instead of shaking it he gave it a chaste kiss “that’s right lass but you can call me Monty” the gesture made you giggle “you never giggle why did you giggle oh god what if he thinks I’m an idiot. Speak Y/N SPEAK” “Well if you insist then I suppose you should call me Y/Nick/N”.

“and ya cannae believe what that Klingon scum said abot the enterprise” scotty said, “so ya must understand it was for my honor that I did have to punch him” he was watching your face while you laughed “god she looks so adorable while she laughs” dinnertime had arrived in Yorktown and because you were the only person scotty knew there, you had offered to take him to a restaurant of which you knew for sure he would enjoy. “well that Klingon must be the biggest idiot ever “you started “who calls the enterprise a piece of scrap that should be hauled away to the nearest junkyard” you started laughing again “I’m sorry scotty It’s just the picture of you punching a Klingon in his face” “lass as I have told ya almost three times today, call me Monty” he said with a wink. “sorry sorry I guess I’m just used to calling you scotty now, I mean these past two months have been really fun” “oh no here she goes, this is gonna be the part where she all blows it off and leaves me” scotty was completely lost in his thoughts spiraling down and down “and I just really like you, you know? I’m so sorry if this is totally inappropriate” that pulled him out of his thoughts “I know it’s soon and maybe you wouldn’t like the age difference, or the fact that I’m still working here on Yorktown although I do have put in a request to be transferred to a starship” you started rambling “wow wow hold on their lass, you like me? You like like me?” at that question you nodded to him “yes Monty, I like like you. I guess I have for a while now” “well that’s just great” scotty bellowed “excuse me? “you asked. Scotty put his hand your own one that had been lying on the table “I like ya too lass, very much so. What do ya say we get out of here to somewhere more private?” he almost whispered to you “well I’d say I would like that very much mr Scott”


thats it for now, let me know if you have a request for a story or want to be added to my scotty or my general star trek taglist

PART TWO!


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anonymous asked:

Do the other staff members (not in the music department) like music? If so, what genre (or somethin like that)

((music headcanons are hard for me since I like almost everything but here’s some headcanons anyway, I Tried:

Bendy doesn’t have a preference of genre, he likes anything fast and with lots of instruments and noise. oh god wait another 80-ish years from now he’s gonna find dubstep, i feel so bad for the idiots working in the studio then
Boris, Sammy, and Norman like jazz
Alice likes slower jazz and slower songs in general.
Joey likes classical, Henry does too when he’s trying to work otherwise he’s more into swing.
Susie and Wally like swing and anything else you can easily dance to. Susie’s also a fan of Annette Hanshaw.))

Lawlicht fanfic: Talk Dirty To Me

A/N: First of all, THIS FIC IS WRITTEN FOR YOU WAIFU!!~~ ♡♡♡ @canthydefromthelicht ILYSM AND SINCE ITS VALENTINE SHOO….. @//////@ HERE U GO A PRESENT FROM ME TO YOU ×/////× ♡♡ I THOUGHT OF VALENTINE AND LAWLICHT TOGETHER WHILE DECIDING THE PRESENT AND ALL I GOT IN MY HEAD WAS A FLIRTY LAWLESS FANFIC XD. (And since you said you like cheesy stuff as well so pfft all’s workin in my favour MWHHAHAHAHAHA xD)
Okay now without further ado, lets start the fic ~ >w> HOPE YA LIKE IT ^/////^

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Sight beyond Sight: Chapter 2

Summary: When Kimberly lost her eye sight, she gained something back in return and entered a world that she never thought existed.

AN: So this one has a bit more violence in this one. It has a scene where there is some blood, (not a lot) but I wanted to add a warning here as well just to be on the safe side. Also I did a little research when it came to Kimberly’s new adjustment but if i missed something, please let me know. Also if you want to give advice concerning the topic at hand it would be much appreciated. 

Also another warning, there are some derogatory terms in this chapter as well. 

Chapter 2: A cacophony of endless sound.

“Love is blind, and therefore not responsible for whoever she bumps into.”
Matshona Dhliwayo

Kim took about three weeks off from school after her accident.

At least that’s what Principal Caplan ruled it after “investigating” the situation concerning Kim’s injuries on school ground. Naturally it was Amanda’s father who had tight connections with the schools board of education that convinced them not to make his daughter a person of interest. Even though Trini knew that it was Amanda and Harper that shoved Kim face first into those acidic chemicals, there was no proof to officially punish those two girls.

But Trini knew. Their smug faces, the fact that they would giggle each time they cast glances at Trini, it was all saying the same thing “We’re untouchable and there’s nothing you can do about it.” The fact that they would get away with such a horrible action infuriated the yellow ranger to know end.

She didn’t care about their history. She didn’t care about some leaked picture drama in the past. There was no excuse for blinding her best friend.

She wanted to hurt them, to tear them apart, she wanted to cause the same pain and suffering that Kimberly was going through right now. But if she did that, then she’d be lowering herself to their level.

“Kim wouldn’t want that Trini.” Jason told her one day. Right before she was about to jump them from behind. “Especially after she’s changed so much for the better. This would be letting her down”

And Trini knew Jason was right. Kimberly turned  a complete 360 in her eyes. She was nicer, more open and most importantly she treated people the way that the deserve to be treated. Without judgment. She wasn’t the vein self centered mean girl that she was in the beginning. She wasn’t the bully that would send nude pictures of her friends to her boyfriend anymore.

She wasn’t that person and to do something like that would go against everything that Kim stood for. But that didn’t make Trini’s anguish or guilt go away. It just made it worse.

All she  could do was sob into Jason’s broad chest as he held her trying his best to dissipate Trini’s every growing guilt. If only she never told Kim about what Amanda said and told her that she was still in the science building. Kim might still have her vision today.

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Kimberly liked to watch a lot of movies. And she’d like to think that she’s watched quite a few movies when dealing with vision loss. The movies make like to romantacize things when it came to being blind. There would be a montage of someone learning to read braille, they would fly by and pick it up in a heart beat and at the end of the film the blind character would end up becoming a public figure of sorts and end up making a world changing discovery all while saving the planet and getting the guy or girl in the end and living happily ever after.

But what they don’t show is how is the struggle that a blind teenager goes through. The complete overhaul of your school schedule to fit in those important introduction to braille learning, learning how to use a cane (which kimberly hated. It just reminded her of what she lost), learning to use audio books, having an aide following you around, it infuriated her to no end.

Kimberly absolutely despised having an aide with her. She prided herself of her independence and self reliance. Having someone around assisting her felt like having a baby sitter at her age. And apparently these aides weren’t to keen in being around her. She must have scared of four different aides. The last one reduced to tears as she ran off swearing never to work with another blind kid again.

On her first day back, her friends welcomed her with open arms. Naturally everyone in her group asked how was doing. Billy was the most excited as he literally jumped into the pink rangers arms asking how she was holding up and if she’s feeling better. He was always a sweet kid.

Zack was his usually sarcastic and dark humored self. But he meant well, even if he sometimes stuck his foot in his mouth.

“Hello Kimberly! Its good to see you!” he shouted. Which earned him a grimace and laugh from the pink ranger.

“Zack. She’s blind. Not deaf.” Jason reminded the black ranger. All Zack could do was blush at his embarasing mix up and apologize. Trini was uncharacteriscially quiet throughout the greeting. If it wasn’t for Kimberly hearing her familair footsteps and picking up the scent from the lemonade flavored lip gloss she was always wearing she wouldn’t have known that Trini stuck around.

“Hey Kim.” Trini gave her friend a timid response. Still unable to look Kim in her eyes. Not that she could since the pink ranger had on her perscription sun glasses. Her pupils were still sensitive to the lighting.

“Trini…” the former cheerleader placed her hands onto the shorter Latina’s shoulders as she rubbed them gently. She knew that Trini blamed herself. She could sense the girls heartbeat changing ever so slightly whenever she was around them. And it absolutely shattered her.

“You know when I was in the hospital, you guys were the only ones that visited me. That really kept me going you know?” She looked back up to her four team mates. The same team mates that never judged her or turned their backs on her. The same team mates that turned her into a better person.

“We’re just glad you’re back Kim.” She could hear Jason’s comforting and authorative voice. “It wasn’t the same without you.”

“Yo I really dig your shades. You got the whole Agent smith thing going for you.” Zack’s joke managed to get a laugh from everyone in the group. Even the previously wordless Yellow Ranger.

“Actually it’s more like Neo.” Billy began countering Zack’s statement. “ Agent Smith’s glasses aren’t as round as yours, and your rims are thicker so-”

“Oh god…”Kimberly just shook her head and smiled. Sight or no sight they were the same goofy idiots she knew and loved. “I really did miss you guys.”

“We missed you to K.” Their leader would mirror the group’s sentiments as the five of them walked down the halls of Angel Grove High to tackle the rest of their day.

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Kimberly prided herself in her ability to do things on her own. She was a quicker learner and very skilled at remembering things after being taught to her only once. Her fellow rangers could attest to that as they’d all agreed she picked up those combat skills a lot quicker than most people. She was by every definition of the term an “independent women.” Yet her first few classes in the morning were those “Special classes” (according to her mom) that would teach her the tools and skills she needed to learn for every day life. And for the first time Kim found herself struggling.

She had to relearn everything from scratch. How to read, how to compose written sentences (she’d have resources available to her for that though) even simple things like math and searching the internet had it’s own system. Something that Kim was oblivious to. It was the first time in her life that she felt alone and frightened.

And it was the first time that she realized how many things in life she took for granted. Going to the movies with her friends, watching Billy’s face light up when talking about whatever sci fi movie that was released this week (It was some kind of new Star Wars film. She wasn’t into that genre), Seeing Zack and Jason’s face light up and laugh at random reasons, and Trini.

God how she’d miss looking into those deep brown eyes of hers. She knew the Latina’s face by heart. She probably studied it so many times that she could remember it even if she was blindfolded. Which ironically isn’t that far off in her current situation. But it was the little things she also missed. Texting with the group, taking photos on her instagram account, using her smart phone, everything that she loved doing she had taken for granted.

The day she was released from the hospital she wanted to use her phone to post an update on her facebook telling everyone that shes happy to be back home only to be met with the realization that she wouldn’t be able to see the keys in order to type out the message. Hell she couldn’t even see the apps that were on her smart phone. She actually broke down in tears at that very moment knowing that her life would change forever. Her own mother could only console her distraught teenager daughter the only way she knew how. Holding her and rocking her back and worth while rubbing her back as Kim clung to her mother’s waist like she used to when she was a little girl. “You’re a Hart. Kimberly. And Hart’s always find a way to keep beating. Even if the rest of the body shuts down.” her mother would say to her whenever she doubted herself. Kimberly would take whatever comforting and encouraging words she could get.

At Lunch though most things remained the same for the most part. Billy would go on about whatever science project he was working on while Jason would warn him not to blow up anything or cause anymore fires, the young science and tech entheusiast would keep saying “it was only that one time!.” Which wasn’t true. It was multiple times. But she was happy for that small twenty minute break of normalcy in her new routine. And like always Trini would be sitting next to Kimberly.

That’s something she’ll never take advantage of again. She was so grateful that the short Latina was there by her side. What was different was that Kimberly was not only able to hear the conversations going on in her table, but she was able to hear other people’s conversations around her. The jock’s at the table laughing at a video where one of them was beating up a smaller student, the cheerleaders at their usual tables making nasty comments and slut shaming comments about other students on facebook, she was able to pick up Amanda’s hateful words about her. About how “kimberly got what was coming to her. That bitch deserved it.” and Kimberly was outside of the lunch room of all places when she heard it!

Was she going crazy or was everything just…louder? The constant noise in her head and the overwhelming of her senses was giving her a headache. She felt Trini’s hand touching her shoulder in concern. The yellow ranger must have seen Kim’s face of discomfort.

“Kim? You ok?” Trini asked. Her voice laced with worry. “Do you need to go to the nurse or something?”

“No, I’m fine.” Kim waved off the other girl’s concern rubbing her own temples. “It’s just a small headache. Really I’m ok”

“You sure kim? You don’t look so good.” It was Jason’s turn to voice his concern for his fellow ranger. “Maybe Trini is right. A trip to the nurses office might be a good thing.”

The pink ranger was about to protest until she lifted her nose towards Jason’s direction. Her sense of smell being attacked overwhelmed by whatever meat or meat like substance Jason was eating for his lunch.

“Jace what the hell are you eating?” Kim asked in disgust. Jason just looked at her in confusion as he took another bite of his lunch.

“Uh…meat loaf?”

“Is that what it smells like?” The pink ranger would inquire, again scrunching up her nose in disgust. “It smells more like spam and greasy bread ugh.” She placed her hands over her own stomach as her sense of smell was attacked with the strong odor from Jason’s lunch. For kim, she never really paid attention to what her friends ate. Before her accident she never even noticed the quality of the food in the school.

But now the blind ranger’s sense of smell was not only bombarded the scent from the cafeteria but all around her. The fresh cut grass they were all sitting on, the salad dressing on Trini’s lunch, the smoke coming from the teacher’s lounge, it was pulling her sense of smell in multiple directions at once.

She never ate the school lunch before, she always brought her own organic and preprepared lunch with her to school. She never trusted the food before but after taking in a whiff of what Jason was eating she sure as hell wasn’t going to be dining down on whatever Angel Grove high was feeding their students.

“That’s because you never ate the school lunch before princess.” Zack smirked taking in a forkful of the mashed…whatever that they were serving today. “Us poor kids? We gotta go with whatever the public schooling system feeds us. Which isn’t so bad. Taco tuesdays are great.”

“I kinda like the deli sandwiches they give us on fridays. The sandwiches are always squared, and it comes with a donut from Krispy Kreme.” Billy chimed in as he took a bite from his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was the least offensive food item on the table. Kim however barely touched her own food. She didn’t have much of an apatite these days.

“Sorry guys. It’s just that everything smells so…strong.” The brunette just squinted her eyes trying her best to block out this new sensation she was feeling. It didn’t help knowing that the sun was shining down on her still sensitive and raw pupils. The sunglasses only could do so much.

“Hey Kim. I was thinking. Maybe we could talk to Zordon about your accident. He might be able to do fix this.” Jason suggested. His tone changing in the slightest.

Kimberly’s head snapped up at her friend’s suggestion. She never thought about it before. Zordon did come from a planet where his technology was more advanced than theirs in terms of discovery and progress.

“Yeah. I mean he’s gone some serious star trek technology going on. It’s worth a shot right?” The other rangers nodded in agreement. For the first time since her accident, Kimberly started to feel some hope. As their lunch period was coming to a close and the group got up from their seated position they were greeted uncerimoniously by a very nasally and annoying laughter. Kimberly knew who that laugh belonged to. She cringed enough times at it’s droll sound from behind her back.

“Well if it isn’t the charity case and it’s group of school Rejects.”

Kimberly flinched at the sound of Amanda’s familiar demeaning voice. The other four people in the group just glared at the resident queen bee and her entourage just surrounding them. Kim could hear Ty and Harper’s malicious laughter in the background as a crowd started to form around them.

“Hey Kim. Welcome back. I see that it’s be kind to the handicap day. And look! You got yourself a seeing eye dog! How sweet.” Amanda cooed as she batted her eyelash towards Trini. The Yellow ranger only narrowed her eyes towards her in anger in response. A mixture of giggles and murmmers surrounded the large forming group as the rest of Kim’s friends stood in defense. Jason was the first to speak out.

“Amanda why don’t you do us all a favor a leave? We’re not looking for trouble.”

“Yeah don’t you have a sugar daddy to annoy and bum pocket change off of or something?” Zack would retort. He was never as nice as their fearless leader of the group. That seem to have riled Amanda’s feathers.

“Hey Chink, why don’t you make yourself useful and take your mommy to her chemotherapy session. I hear she’s coming up towards her expiration date.”

That seemed to have worked on Zack as he looked as if he was about to Lunge towards Amanda. Girl or not nobody was about to make light of his mother’s situation. If it wasn’t for Billy and Jason holding the black ranger back and convincing him not to engage he probably would’ve lost it by now.

“Are you serious Amanda? What the hell is your problem?” Trini was starting to lose her own patience as Ty and Amanda stood directly in front of her. Blocking her path. She just glared up at the two taller bullies leaving Amanda standing face to face with Kim.

“Relax. I just wanted to welcome Kim back. So she can SEE. The warm welcome that she’s getting ” Amanda added a petty jab as she blinked her working eyes in front of the now quivering blind girl. She leaned into Kim’s ears and sneered quietly. “ After all, you know all about sending people visual aid right?”

Kim could only bite her lip at Amanda’s reminder of what she did. It wasn’t one of Kimberly’s proudest moments. And there wasn’t a day that didn’t go back that she wished she could take back what she did. A part of her even wondered if she was a nice person to Amanda, maybe the girl wouldn’t have turned out to be such a callous bitch to everyone.

“By the way. Nice shades Kim! Still managing to stay fashionable even after your blunder I see. What are these Prada?” Amanda snatched the glasses off of Kim’s face. For any normal person they would barely feel anything other than some embarassment, but with kim’s accident being recent it felt like someone was pouring scalding hot water into her eye sockets. Kimberly screamed in pain as the harsh sunlight came in contact with her still weakened pupils.

She clenched her eyes shut covering her scared frontal face with her own hands. The endless noise of disgusted yelps and laughter filling her ears pumling her ear drums mercisly. “amanda did you see her eyes? They’re white as hell! God her scars are so gross” She could hear harper and Ty’s laughing as Trini and the rest of the group was trying to break free.

“That’s enough Amanda!” Jason yelled as he and Zack tried to advanced towards her only to be blocked by a group of his own former peers from the football team. Trini tried to break free of Ty and Amanda’s grasp. Even Billy who was usually the calmest of the group had to be held back by Amanda’s entouage. Amanda just walked up to Kimberly who still had her eyes shut. Tears were already starting to leak from the pink ranger’s defective eyes.

“Don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you just because you’re handicap Hart.” Amanda sneered one last time before violently shoving Kimberly to the ground. “You gotta watch where your going Kim. You really should try to see what’s in front of you.”

Amanda gave one last spiteful laugh before throwing the ranger’s sunglasses down onto the ground. As Kim fell to the dirt her head came in contact, even in her muddled state of mind, her senses were still in overdrive, Trini yelling Kim’s name as she rushed towards her along with her other friends, the sounds of footsteps rushing towards her, the heat coming from the mass of bodies surrounding her, as she drifted off into the darkness, the blood from the cut on her head spilling out of her wound the only thing running through her mind was the endless echos and vibrating sound that would never cease.

AN: I know I ended this chapter in a bit of a downer. But I wanted to set this up for something much more extraordinary in the upcoming chapters! It’s definitely gonna take a much more intense spin. At least I hope it comes across that way. lol

Just Another Sunday

 Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Couple: 707xMC 

Rating: M

Spoilers: 707′s good ending, and Secret ending 1 and Secret ending 2

Warning: MC’s name is Min-Suk Park. There is a sex scene, it’s towards the end.  It’s just a fluffy one-shot for now.  It’s most likely going to lead to a chapter fiction.  We’ll see soon how I feel about it.

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The Food Run From Hell

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1476

Pairing: CastielxReader

Summary: Your awkwardness around Castiel doesn’t seem to have improved in the slightest. He still turns you into a stuttering mess whenever he’s around. Now, Dean has decided to poke the proverbial bear and meddle (more than usual) in your relationship (or lack thereof).

Part 1: A Serving Of Awkward Wrapped In A Shy Little Bow

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Stitches.

Originally posted by neulina

Request:

Hey, i just saw that you write for Deadpool and i was wondering if you could write a rlly angsty Ajax fanfic because I love Ed Skrein! Like maybe you get jealous of him and Angel being so close while he treats you like crap and Angel always makes sure to rub it in your face, then one day you just snap. You can choose how it ends but I love your writing! By anon.

A/N: I’m slightly upset that the above gif is the only Ajax one that I could find?! Anyway, I’m pretty pleased with the speed of this upload and I’m also really excited about all the amazing requests you guys are sending in! Let me know what you think! xx

“Oh, Ouch.” You enunciated the words playfully, dragging them out in a purposefully mocking tone. 

This particular patient, Jimmy may have been his name, really hated needles and, unfortunately for him, trypanophobia didn’t mix well with this program. Well nothing really mixed well with this program.

Smirking as he slowly drifted from consciousness your attention was captured by a loud and angry clanging sound. Glancing upwards automatically, towards the source of the noise, you frowned.

Your ‘colleagues’ were up there, Ajax having just arrived back and already deep in conversation with Angel - God knows what they were so urgently discussing. You weren’t an idiot, you knew it wouldn’t be anything ‘unprofessional’, but you were also annoyingly aware that it could very well be about you - Angel just loved trash talking you, especially to Ajax. 

Preferring to remain silent and eavesdrop, you stood just beside the top of the stairs. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to be mentioning your name at all - Angel clearly had bigger things on her mind, something that was admittedly very unusual for her.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be able to get away with being severely pig-headed simply because her abilities had many more obvious applications than yours. 

It wasn’t as though you were entirely devoid of any enhancements of your own, it was simply that everybody seemed to entirely undervalue your ability to become entirely invisible. 

“Eavesdropping’s a little rude you know.” Having been entirely too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay any attention, you had failed to notice that their conversation had ended and that Angel had moved towards you. Huffing as she lightly (lightly for her anyway) shoved at your shoulder, you desperately tried not to completely fall over. 

Smirking, you swiftly thought up a snappy reply. “So’s looking like shit, but you seem to do that everyday.” Part of you was a little worried over how she would react to that; as confident as you were you knew that she could end you with a single punch. Clearly, considering how careless you were suddenly being with your words, your patience was running a little thin.

Strangely, and thankfully, she didn’t react with immediate violence. Instead, she stepped in a little closer to effectively tower above you, smirking with a clear sense of absolute superiority, and chuckled some words to you. “Does anyone even notice when you disappear?” You tried to walk away, knowing her comments were only going to get worse, but her strong grip upon your arm held you in place. “He sure doesn’t.” 

Suddenly, it all pushed you over the edge; her superior smirk, her harsh words, her tough demeanor and that stupid fucking match between her lips. “Fuck you!” Somehow managing to wrench your arm free, you snapped a fist into her face, clearly catching her off guard.

But when she recovered, and turned back to you with a sadistic smile plastered across her features, you knew that you had just made a dire mistake. 

It was as though you felt the blow before you even saw her move. In the blink of an eye, you had been sent crashing through the air - knocking into tables and chairs, and even flying through a pane of glass at some point. 

As you heaved a breath, the sharp pain in your chest alerted you to the major damage that had been done to your ribs, while the pounding in your skull was indicative of how harshly your head had impacted the wall behind. 

Strangely however, as you sat in a crumpled heap taking stock of your bruised body, you felt an intense anger and determination overtake you. You were resolutely, absolutely, determined to give her a taste of this pain. 

A mere second of mild concentration later, and you had disappeared entirely. Immediately, she stopped in her movements towards you and glanced around suspiciously. Forcing a smirk upon her features, she attempted to remain stoic, but her darting eyes told of her uncertainty.

Smiling to nobody but yourself, you stood as silently as you were able. Swiping a particularly jagged shard of glass from the floor, you cautiously stepped towards her. 

As her back was turned, looking in entirely the wrong direction for you, you allowed the glass shard to slice a trail through her back. It should have worried you perhaps, how satisfying her cry of pain was to you, but you were far too busy dodging her flailing arms to pay it much mind. 

You repeated this technique a handful of times, driving her to the point of fury. Blood seeped from her many fresh cuts as she hurled tables, chairs flying in all directions, hoping to crush you under the weight of them. Each time a chuckle escaped your lips, seemingly emanating from nowhere, she let out a string of curses and threats. 

Just as you were debating how far you could really take this, she was branded ‘useful’ after all, an unmistakably British voice rang through the air. “That’s enough Ladies.” His tone was bored but you could hear a slight smirk to them; he had clearly been watching the entire scene. 

“She’s-” Angel began to protest, only to be cut off by a raise of his hand. 

“Running rings around you.” He was actively smirking now, as he finished for her. “Disappointing” was the last word he spared her, alongside an appraising glance. 

Her dismayed expression was almost as satisfying as her previous yelps of pain. “Now, why don’t you come out where we can see you?” As he addressed the question to thin air you assumed he was now speaking directly to you. 

Quickly, you became visible once more; smiling whilst brandishing your makeshift blade. His appraising glance to you was much kinder than the one he had spared her, it seemed he had finally realized your potential. 

Smirking at him, trying not to seem too pleased, you spared a glance to Angel. She was shaking with fury and you knew that she would ensure you paid for what you had just done, but at this point you cared little. 

Deciding that an air of aloofness would serve you well, you raised your head high and walked past the two of them. Just as you were about to walk from the room, you heard a laugh emanating from Ajax; a sound which only served to further widen your smirk. Things were finally looking up it seemed.

Masterlist. 

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You turn around and see him looking at you, again. You can’t help but smile. ‘Fuck, I shouldn’t be smiling’ you tell to yourself. ‘He’s a bad person, he’s a psychopath witch-murderer … but he’s so hot. Why does this kind of thinks allways happend to me’ you continue repeating in your head.

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On the other side of the room, Kai continues talking to Damon.
'What’s happening? You keep looking behind’ Damon asks him
'I just can’t help it, she’s so hot. I mean, look at that face, she’s like an angel, and please look at that body, dear God’ Kai keeps fantasizing about you. But deep inside he knows you’re out of his league, damn it your far far away from his league, or at least that’s what he thinks. 'And she’s so sweet and funny and cute but sexy at the same time’
'Oh, so little psycho witch is in love. Who is the fortunate one? Or may I say unfortunate?’ he says looking in the same direction
'Y/N’ he says obviously not knowing whats going to happend next.
'What the hell? She’s my sister you idiot. I’m killing you, right now’


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kimberlyofficial1 : Imagine You were Damon and Stefan’s sister and you meet Kai for the first time and he saw you and couldn’t stop staring at you and you thought he was hot but you knew he’s evil and then Kai talked to Damon saying that he liked you but he didn’t know that you were Damon’s sister so then Damon and Kai get into a fight

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A Sister's Sin

Summary: Erza, Juvia, and Kinana appear at Crime Sorciere with some exciting news. 
Pairings: Jerza, CobraXKinana, Stingyu, slight Gruvia reference. 
Note: This is largely an Angel-centric fic

It was an average, unremarkable day within the walls of Crime Sorciere’s hidden fortress. The independent guild’s members lounged around waiting for Cobra’s hearing to pick up any unrest nearby. 

“I can hear it,” the poison dragon slayer drawled. “Three fairies coming this way.” Cubellios was among them, or Kinana, as she was called in her human form.

Meredy smirked at this piece of information. “Erza’s been visiting a lot lately, nee, Jellal?”

“I know,” Angel added, inspecting her nails with an air of superiority. “You’d think he would have found some balls by now and popped the question. I mean, you’re already in your thirties.”

“As are you, Sorano,” the blue haired man retorted, completely unfazed by her teasing. 

“Don’t I know it,” the pale haired mage said with a groan, gazing up at the ceiling. Where had the time gone? When she was a child she imagined being married with her own children by now. She was going to live in a stylish townhouse in a quaint little city, right across the street from her little sister, so she wouldn’t get lonely. 

What a fantasy.

In reality, Angel hadn’t seen said sister in the better part of twenty years. Had her crybaby been lonely all this time? She sure hoped not.

“Aww, do you guys want a sensory link to feel what it’s like to be young again?” Meredy teased.

The rest of the group hadn’t the time to properly maim her for that comment before Erza, Kinana, and Juvia arrived. 

“Meredy-san!” The water mage exclaimed, rushing to embrace her pink haired friend. 

“Juvia!” Meredy giggled. “How’s everything? Been getting along with Gray!" 

At this her cheeks flushed immediately. "Well, you see…” she paused, a cavernous grin breaking out on her face. “It’s wonderful! Gray-sama and I have consummated our eternal love!”

Angel and Cobra shared an incredulous look. Twenty-three years old and she’d only just lost her virginity? 

“About time,” the sensory mage declared. “I was beginning to wonder about him.”

“How were your travels, Erza?” Jellal asked her in a soft voice. He was sure she grew even more radiant each second he looked at her. 

“Pretty pleasant, actually,” she noted. “When Natsu’s not with us we can take as much transportation as we need to get around. But, how are you?” Her eyes softened noticeably. “I heard  you were in a tight spot with a dark guild recently.”

“Nothing to worry about,” he assured, brushing some scarlet strands of hair out of her face. 

“I always worry,” she admitted, somewhat shyly. “You’re hopeless.”

“She speaks the truth,” Meredy chimed in. 

“Erza,” Jellal wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, touching his forehead to hers. 

Angel shook her head at the display. “Alright, seriously? Get a room.” A woman couldn’t watch lacrima vision in peace anywhere in this world. “That goes for you too, Cobra.” She didn’t even want to turn around and see what kind of freaky shit he and his lover were up to in the doorway.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Erza admitted, sending Jellal a suggestive smile.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Juvia chimed in. “Before you all, um, express your love, Juvia has to present the invitation." The water mage took a moment to fish the cream colored, lavender scented envelope from her purse. "It’s for the Sabertooth wedding next month!”

Meredy’s eyes widened in interest. “No way! Sorcerer’s Weekly has been covering it nonstop! It’s going to be the event of the year!" 

"Sabertooth wedding.” Angel repeated. “That guild’s a pretty big deal, right?”

“They rival Fairy Tail in power,” Meredy informed, “Although many would say they win in style. Natsu and Lucy’s wedding didn’t get nearly as much press as this.”

“It’s probably because Sting-san is Saber’s guild master,” Kinana inferred. Even now, she had to admit that the light dragon slayer being taken was a loss to women everywhere. The world of magic had never seen such an attractive guild master before.

After this thought, she received an annoyed look from Cobra. 

“Oh, Erik! I didn’t mean it that way.” The Fairy Tail barmaid grappled for a way to mitigate the effects of it. “The focus has been more on the bride, anyway. Yukino Aguria’s been known for her fashion sense.”

Angel felt as though a lightning bolt had struck her when her sister’s name came tumbling out of Cobra’s lover’s mouth. Yukino was in a wizard guild, a very powerful one at that? And she was was getting married to her guild master. 

She could tell Jellal was watching her for a response, but wasn’t willing to cause a scene in mixed company. “Yukino Aguria,” she contorted her face as would a person trying to remember something. “I think I’ve heard that name before. Who is she?”

“She’s among the ten most powerful wizards in Sabertooth, although the guild has done away with such ranking systems in recent years,” Erza informed. “Although, you probably know her for her skills as a celestial spirit mage, seeing that you were once one yourself.”

Skilled? Powerful? Those were hardly words she’d use to describe the skittish and deferential little sister of her memories, but she knew that the two Yukinos were one and the same. 

“I need some air. You can go back to your love fest now.” Swiftly grabbing Meredy’s magazine off the table, Angel stalked away.

Hours later, after reading through every scrap of information she could find about her sister, Sabertooth, and the wedding, Angel was joined on the balcony by none other than Jellal. 

“I assume you’ll want to leave a few weeks early,” he suggested. “Make up for lost time?”

Angel glanced at him indignantly. “I’m not going to that wedding, Jellal." 

"What?”

“I can’t show myself to her the way I am now! I’m not her ‘cool older sister’ anymore, look at me. I’m a fucking fugitive hiding out in the woods! A connection to me will only bring trouble to her and her guild.”

Jellal lowered his head, thinking. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand.

“Sorano,” he said. “I don’t know much about the situation, but your sister wants to see you.” He thought back to Simon’s death, as he did multiple times each day. “Not everyone separated by the tower of heaven had the chance to reunite with their loved ones.”

“I will see her eventually,” she conceded, after a sizable pause. “After I have atoned for my sins. When she can be proud of the person I’ve become. Before then I’ll only be a burden and, well, she’s never done well under stress.”

Jellal drummed his finger against the railing. “Although I believe you’re making a mistake, I will respect your choices.”

“Damn right, you will.” That part had never been up for debate. “Now, before you go see Erza off just answer one question for me.”

“What is it?”

“That guy my little shit’s marrying. Is he a good person?”

Jellal nodded thoughtfully. “The best kind,” he assured. “He’s actually a lot like Natsu Dragneel.”

Angel rolled her eyes at this. “Oh god! So he’s an idiot.”

The blue haired wizard shrugged. “Your sister has enough sense for the both of them." 

Angel couldn’t help but smile as he left. She would see for herself when the time was right. At least now she knew where to look. 

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Yukino sighed, exhausted, as she entered her fiancé's office. "Sting-sama,” she groaned, situating herself in his lap and opening the day planner she carried on his desk. “Wedding planning is hard.”

“Fro thinks so, too!” exclaimed the exceed who had been helping her on her errands. 

“Agreed,” Lector chimed in. Tasting cake and choosing flowers didn’t sound like much work at all in the beginning. 

Sting shook his head, amazed at how worn out they all looked. “Tired?”

The celestial only nodded, and Sting took this as a cue to start massaging her shoulders. 

“Why didn’t we just elope?” Yukino asked, only half-jokingly. It was strange for her to always be in the public eye. 

“Because,” the dragon slayer kissed the top of her right shoulder. “You wanted a big, high-profile wedding so your sister would be able to find you.”

The pale haired mage rubbed her eyes tiredly. “It wasn’t the best plan, now that I think about it.” She leaned further into his touch. “Do you really think it’ll work?”

“I do. Even if she doesn’t come out for the wedding, I think she’ll find you when she thinks the time is right.”

Yukino smiled and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Sting-sama, what would I do without your optimism?”

“You’d be Rogue.” He pecked her lips. “Just a lot more attractive.”

“Speaking of attractive,” the celestial mage turned back to her book of all things wedding with new vitality, “should the bridesmaids wear turquoise or cornflower?”

And when the time was right, his lovely sister-in-law could prate in his ear about what the difference between those colors was. 

rowanofferelden replied to your post “I was tagged by @olivieblake and @jencala to share my WIP and I feel…”

I can’t decided which one I like the most - The damn novel or the other damn novel. But all of them sounds so good.

You are an angel of supportive love.

That Damn Novel has the virtue of being done (I think?), and there’s also a background gay romance with two idiots staring at one another on the sly and both thinking, “Oh, he’d never want someone like me.  Sigh.”  Gods willing, it will get published and people will read it and screech, “JUST FUCK ALREADY” at the pages.

[miyusawa] snow angel

“What on earth are you doing?”

Kazuya asked, staring down at Sawamura who was lying in the snow, arms and legs spread out carelessly. He was grinning from ear to ear, with flushed cheeks and vividly sparkling eyes that made him look like a kid. Small puffs of warm air rose from his lips, blurring the lines of his face and making his smile ghostly and unsettling, like a Cheshire cat ready to pounce. And Kazuya couldn’t help but be curious about it.

“Can’t you see, Miyuki-senpai?” Sawamura replied, moving his arms and legs in the snow. “A snow angel!”

“Aren’t you a little too old for that?” Kazuya lifted an eyebrow, but the corners of his mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile.

Sawamura only laughed. “You’re never too old for this! Come on, join me!”

Kazuya snorted. There was no way he’d ever be caught lying in the cold, wet snow like a five year old. So he just stood there, watching Sawamura giggle to himself while he pushed the snow to the sides to make a – Kazuya hated to admit – devastatingly perfect shape of an angel.

“Come on, Miyuki Kazuya! Don’t be a killjoy!” Sawamura egged him on.

And damn him, but Kazuya felt the flickering of want stir in his chest. He grumbled and rubbed a hand on the back of his head in momentary frustration over his own indecisiveness, but Sawamura was calling out to him again, and he was laughing, that infectious laughter that always brought warmth into Kazuya’s heart.

Kazuya’s defenses melted fast.

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