rob ships it

anonymous asked:

Can't see Joe being Robert's type... Too smooth...Robert likes to rough it...

omg joe would be like…. basically another chrissie for robert……

ROB WOULD BE ALL ABOUT BEING WITH HIS FUCKIN SUGAR DADDY JOE WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE HOT BUT THEN HE’D MEET AARON AND FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ANYWAY EVEN THO ROB IS ENJOYING HIS LIFE OF MONEY AND POWER LIKE

FIGHT ME THIS IS HOW THAT WOULD GO DOWN

rob doesn’t need another person to fuck over for aaron even if joe deserves it more than chrissie did lbr

joe/chrissie would have been The One tbqh rip

Joavin Headcanon

•Joaquin of course has a trailer in the Southside where he lives alone.

•The first time Kevin came to visit he was very surprised it was very pristine.

•Kevin jumps to the conclusion that he cleaned up for him which makes him blush.

•Joaquin is an old soul, meaning he only owns vinyls and a boom box.

•Kevin gets in an argument about his recent relationship with his father and goes to pay a visit to Joaquin.

•Joaquin is sitting in his couch reading a book Kevin gave him in sweatpants, drinking coffee listing to a record on his turntable.

•Joaquin comforts him telling him his dad has his best interest at heart and doesn’t want to see him get hurt.

•They cuddle in bed while listening to a record Kevin chose.

•Sheriff Keller growing worried about the whereabouts of his son, only to be relieved when Joaquin shoots him a text that he’s alright; but has fallen asleep and it seems to late at night to have him go home.

•Really Joaquin just wants to be with his boyfriend.

•In that moment Sheriff finally sees how important they are to each other and they wouldn’t do anything that would hurt the other.

•Joaquin stares at the beautiful sleeping boyfriend next to him and thanks the gods that his life was taking a turn for the better for once in his mischievous life.

Being an archangel, being captured by demons and your brothers saving you

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request by: anon -Hello, may I request an imagine where the reader is an archangel and she get kidnapped by demons and tortured and then chuck and the other four archangels find her and stuff, just happy and comfort and yep, thank you so much!!

A/N: I’m sorry this is really bad aha. Also, I forgot about writing about 4 archangels so this is literally a brother!Gabriel and brother!Lucifer fic.

Also, I haven’t proof read this so it could be really reallyt bad aha. 

You screamed as loud as your lungs would allow it for Sam, for Dean, for any of your brothers or sisters to come help you as the demons dragged you into the room. You trashed your arms, desperate for one of the, to slightly lose their grip for a moment so you could wiggle your way out of their arms but that moment never came. The demons threw your battered body into the cell, you clambered as quickly as you could too your feet and rushed to the closing door in an attempt of a last escape but the door seemed to close too quickly and slammed shut just as you reached it.

A slight sob escaped from your lips as you leaned against the door and sunk down to the floor, your knees tucking up to your chest and your head atop of them. Quietly you let out a small whisper even though you knew no one would be able to hear you due to the immense amounts of archangel warding the demons had put on the place.

“Dad? Gabe? Luci? Anyone, please help.”


A slight shiver went down Gabriel’s spine as he entered the bunker, his fingers clicking and materializing a lollypop in his hand.

“Whats going on?” he spoke before placing the red lollypop in his mouth, sitting down at one of the chairs and kicking his feet up at one of the chairs.

“We’ve all just been looking for a new hunt, chuck’s in the kitchen making some breakfast and well, he hasn’t moved from that chair or lifted his head from that book for a while,” Sam spoke nodding his head in Lucifer’s direction.

Gabe looked over at Lucifer whose full attention was indeed on the book in his hands, so much so that it looked as if nothing would be able to gain his attention ever again. A confused look ran over Gabriel’s face as his head whipped around the room as if he was looking for someone.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I don’t really know, she left a couple days ago and hasn’t come back since,” Dean replied as Chuck walked into the room with a fresh plate of pancakes in his hands.

Lucifer’s head shot up and he locked eye contact with his brother, a worried expression lacing his face. Quickly he stood up from the chair.

“Woah. Lucifer’s showing emotion?” Dean spoke sarcastically not catching on to why he seemed so worried.

“Don’t talk to me Winchester.” Lucifer spat back like poison. Even though Lucifer was made out to be the evilest of all, people got it wrong, he was the kindest person you could ever meet when he was around his younger sister Y/N and was extremely protective of her.

Both Gabriel and Lucifer shared a look of concern, most of the time they could not bond over anything, they were too different to be able to hold a civilized conversation and not argue constantly but that all changed once their younger sister was born, they both became extremely protective over her and would do anything to make Y/N happy, even if that included ‘everyone getting along’. Lucifer almost instantly flew away in order to search for Y/N.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Sam said noticing the concerned expression on both Gabriel’s and Chuck’s faces.

“Since Y/N is the youngest,” chuck spoke, “everyone is extremely protective of her. She was the one who managed to help all of her siblings no longer fight and work together instead, meaning she is extremely high on the list of things to capture by demons.”

“Dad.” Gabriel spoke impatiently waiting for his father’s approval to go search for Y/N, the way his hand was tapping against his leg showed how desperately he wanted to leave the bunker to try and find you. With a simple nod of Chuck’s head, Gabe flew away to help Lucifer look for you. Neither Sam nor Dean had seen Gabriel act so mature and in that moment they realised how much you meant to all of the angels.


Sobs escaped your lips as the demons left the room after one of your torture sessions for what felt like the 1 millionth time this week. You had no clue how long you had been tortured within these walls but it had been long enough for you to almost give up hope on ever leaving.

“Y/N,” you heard a faint voice in the corridor of the cells scream out. That kind of sounded like Gabriel. No, it can’t be, I must be hallucinating.

“Y/N!” you heard the voice again but this time it sounded much louder and like, Lucifer?

“Gabe?! Luci?!” You screamed out, even if you were hallucinating, you wasn’t taking the risk that they didn’t hear you.

“Y/N!” Lucifer spoke sounding like he was just outside of your cell, “where are you?!”

“I’m in here!” you screamed with everything you could, tears streaming down from your face.

“Hold on Y/N. We’re busting your ass out of here,” Gabriel joked causing a laugh to escape from your lips, the sound almost sounding foreign to you.

Not a moment later, the door to your cell bust open and in walked Gabe and Lucifer. A slight gasp escaped their mouths as they took in your beaten and bruised body and they didn’t fail to notice how you seemed to no longer have any grace leaving you human.

Gabriel picked up your frail body and Lucifer stroked a stray piece of hair out of your sweaty face and behind your ear as you all flew back to the bunker.

Lucifer’s fingers grazed your head as he healed your body of all wounds watched as you fell asleep from exhaustion.

“Is that.. Y/N?” Sam spoke with shock as Gabriel carried you into the main living room and laid you down on one of the sofas. Sam was simply shushed by Lucifer and shoved out of the room.

You let out a slight moan in pain as your body ached when you move it.

“Shhh.” Gabriel said whilst running his hand softly through your hair, your head placed on his lap. “Go back to sleep.”

The idea of sleep confused you yet you felt so exhausted that you didn’t even think about questioning it.

“okay… Night.. Gabe… Luci.” You spoke tiredly before falling asleep in Gabe’s arms. His worried eyes locking onto Lucifer’s as you cuddled closer to him.

“We’ll sort this out, we always do.” Gabe spoke softly placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up along with his brother to go tell their father they had found you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Don’t put yourself in danger just to teach me what’s what.

Originally posted by breathesunshine


Imagine: Leaving a party because Sodapop got into another fight.

Not my gif.

This isn’t where Y/N expected to plan her Saturday night. Walking home alone. She was at the party with Sodapop and it was a pretty good time. Until he started talking tough and got into a fight. He barely noticed as she snatched her jacket up and slipped out of the door. She loved Soda to the moon and back, a few times over. But she wasn’t about to stick around to watch him fight. As much as he loved it, fighting just to fight bothered her. Worried her sick, really. 

She clutched her arms across her chest as she traveled into familiar territory. That jacket didn’t do much to keep her warm. Besides, she took the long way home, knowing full well he wouldn’t find her that way. She had a half a mind to go home, but her parents were out of time. Mad or not, Sodapop always made her feel safe. She saw the fenced in Curtis house. Breath hitching when she realized that the lights were on. Could mean only one thing: He noticed she left. And he’s home. 

She took a deep breath and marched forward casually. The gate closed with a slam and she made her way up the steps. Sodapop flew out of the house and pulled her in a tight hug, before she knew what hit her.

“Where in the sam hill have you been?” He scolded. “Turned around and you weren’t there. You had me worried sick, ya know.”

He rubbed her cold arms and pushed her back slightly to examine her. No noticeable harm. He breathed deeply in relief.

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Didn’t want to stick around while you got yourself killed. You know how I feel about fightin’.” 

“Y/N, you’re so cold. C’mon, let’s talk inside.” He slipped an arm around her waist and led her to the couch. “You know, I always fair okay. That ain’t no reason to go around walking at night. You coulda ran into the wrong sorts.” His voice wasn’t its usual charming purr. He had a tight grip on her as he held her close. “I’ve been sitting her pacing for half an hour. Driving around for another half hour. Now, you’re mad at me fine. But babydoll, don’t punish me that way. Don’t put yourself in danger just to teach me what’s what. I know more’n anyone, that bad things happen this late. It’d tear the heart outta me if something happened to you.” 

Guilt knotted in her chest as she thought back to the killing of Bob. “I’m Sorry, Soda. I-I really shoulda told you I wanted to go. Or maybe went outside.”

He wrapped a blanket around her and held her close. His lips lightly pressed the top of her head. “Ohh, baby. It’s okay,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry too. I probably shouldn’t be lookin’ for trouble. Especially on a date with my girl. But hey,” he said lifting her chin up. “All that matters is your safe with me right now.”