smile like an angel

candy-crackpot  asked:

Next to the food and sense of safety, I think Allen fell for Link because he indiscriminately roasts anyone with his sass, mainly the people who get on Allen's nerves the most while staying deadpan. Allen can't deny playing exasperated, so for him Link is Goals™ and when he's the one getting sassed he really can't be mad at Link at all and he's so in love with The Sass that he wants more. It's like a metaphorical "please step on me".

A metaphorical ‘please step on me’, oh my god.

Link’s sass is pretty damn amazing, so ain’t no one going to blame Allen for falling in love with that, hahaha. I imagine that Kanda in particular often falls victim to it, which is definitely going to endear Link to Allen even more.

Imagine Allen and Link bonding over private roasting parties where they roast literally everyone in the Order just for the fun of it. Link has most of the cleverest lines, of course, but Allen usually makes Link blush once he’s comfortable enough around him to use his dirty mouth/mind. (Which is very unfair, Allen.)

(Also imagine Allen and Link bantering playfully over a meal, most of their focus on each other and both smiling like the lovestruck idiots they are.)

anonymous asked:

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands." With Samandriel?

Originally posted by thetrickintrickster-blog

It was your birthday today.  The only angel besides Castiel that came to visit you was none other than Samandriel.  You and the angel had grown closer since you aided in his rescue.  He had taken a special liking to you.

You smiled at Samandriel, glad to see the angel.  Even if his fast food outfit did make you giggle.  “Hey Samandriel,” you greeted.  “What’s up?”  You set your book down on your nightstand, moving to the edge of your bed.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” Samandriel instructed.  Once you did as you were told, he took a small box out of his pocket.  He put the box in your palms, watching your smile grow wider.  “Happy Birthday [Y/N].”

Your eyes shot open, traveling to the small box in your hands.  “Thank you Samandriel,” you beamed.  You wrapped your arms around the angel’s neck. 

Samandriel wasn’t sure where to put his arms.  He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.  “I was told today is your birthday,” Samandriel divulged.  “I just wanted to give you a gift.  I know it is not much, but I was told that they made great gifts.”

You sat back down on the bed, opening the box.  Inside was a necklace with one of his angel feathers hanging from a leather cord.  It was a beautiful feather to say the least.

“Thank you Samandriel, it’s beautiful,” you hummed.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.