Dean’s sweaty hands grip and re-grip the steering wheel as he surreptitiously looks over to the passengers side. It’s weird to be driving Cas’s truck, but he insisted under the pretense of letting the angel rest—”Like hell’m gonna let you drive home, Cas. Get in the car.”
Castiel stares listlessly out the window. Dean swallows thickly.
“…So, are we gonna talk about it?”
Dean’s heart is beating a mile a minute and he’s convinced he’s gonna be sick. When he side-eyes his angel (and he can say that now, because apparently the idiot loves him), Cas is gripping the edge of his trench so hard his knuckles are white.
“Castiel,” Dean says. His full name feels foreign on his tongue. “You–You can’t just leave me hangin’ here, man.”
Gonna start an apocalypse, gonna meet my son
*Double doors fly open, slamming against the walls*
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-
*Sneering at the other angels* What the fuck have you idiots done to my son?
Made him awesome
Introduced him to television
Let him have a heart
Taught him to be a badass, but also forgiving
Taught him drama and love
I'll. kill. you all!
Shut up dickbutt! God, you're so whiney. My son loves humans wahhh! Daddy doesn't love me waah. Boring
yo so i was walking to campus with my friends & its hella hot out so I loudly asked if anyone had a hair tie.
i shit u not, this pretty girl walking alone in front of us wordlessly pulled out her ponytail & handed her hair tie to me. i must’ve looked fckn confused cause she smiled & said no worries she had extras, and there were legit five of ‘em jus chillin on her wrist.
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 6,061 Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.
also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1
You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.
“Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”
When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.
So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”
Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.
Some random doodles for fun about an idiot angel name ‘Jello’ and demon named Amon. Both of which somehow ended up being housemates on earth for an unspecified number of time. No one between them can cook so they go out crashing into peaceful fast food joints and other random hijinks haha
The characters in this are Azrael the Angel of Death (played by Y) and Dareios who is possessed by a snake demon/deity that calls itself Leviathan (played by me). Dareios is immortal thanks to Leviathan, and Azrael doesn’t like immortal humans, so Y and I are trying to figure out how they would interact.
Y: Okay but Azrael’s blades usually conceal themselves as scissors imagine a typical teenager in a hoodie (Azrael’s human appearance) threathening Dareios with scissors. I wouldn’t be sure whether to laugh or call the cops.
Me: “Well as long as they don’t run with them” - Dareios
Y: I think that’s gonna be the least of your concerns somehow buddy
Y: Honestly tho I know for fact that the first thing Azrael says to Dareios is “the fuck are you”.
Y: (I have this idea that Azrael is the only angel who swears)
(here’s where we switched to actually being IC or OOC)
Dareios: “I could ask you the same question, but I already know the answer: rude.”
Y: OH SNAP
Me: I love it when Dareios goes all sassy.
Azrael: “Politeness gets you nowhere, certainly not when facing death.”
Y: But seriously Azrael looks like a moody teenager so I doubt that would be taken seriously
Dareios: “Assuming I will answer your question…”
Dareios/Leviathan (talking at the same time): “…Which of us did you ask?”
Azrael: “Cursed be the English language. The ‘you’ was plural.”
Y: ‘Cursed be the English language’? Who says that???
Me: Azrael, clearly
Dareios: “That is a very old-fashioned phrase for a kid like you”
Azrael: “Now who’s the rude one. Show your elders some respect.”
Leviathan: “Excuse you!?” (pretending to be insulted)
Azrael: (snickers) “You clearly haven’t seen me before. Understandable, since you’re immortal, you don’t know what Death looks like.”
Dareios: “I know what Death looks like, but it never holds me long enough for me to register its true appearance.”
Azrael: “Well now you do. And now I have to correct the natural order.” (takes out scissors)
Dareios: “Going to cut my thread of life, or whatever it’s called?”
Azrael: “Oh no. I take offense to immortal humans, I’m going to get up close and personal with this.” (separates the blades of the scissors and turns them into a dagger and a sword)
Dareios: “Well, you definitely shouldn’t run with those.” (makes magic sword appear out of thin air)
Azrael: “I’ve been doing this since the dawn of life. You should be worried about yourself.”
Y: Dawn of life, is that even a thing??
Me: I guess it is
Dareios: "I’d like to see you try. Maybe I will stay dead this time. I doubt it, though.“
Azrael: (suddenly holding the dagger to Dareios’ throat) “Don’t patronize me, WORM.”
Leviathan: “I take offense to that.”
Azrael: (steps back) “And I take offense to you. We’re even now, huh?”
Leviathan: “Guess so.”
Y: Okay but (her other two characters) standing on the sideline watching these two duke it out
Leviathan: “Question. Can an Angel of Death die?”
Azrael: “Are you an idiot? Of course I can’t. If I died, no one else would. The natural order would be a mess.”
Leviathan: “Another question. Do you think you’d be able to kill a god?”
Azrael: “I’ve done it before. The real question is; is it your time to go? I know the human passed his long ago. That must be corrected.”
Leviathan: “My dear host will not pass his time until I allow him to.”
Azrael: “Unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of either fate or destiny. All I have to do is wrench control from you for just a second. Then he’s gone.”
Leviathan: “Gone for how long?”
Azrael: “Forever. He’ll be dead.”
Leviathan: “Will he? He has died thousands of times before, and I brought him back every time.”
Azrael: “This time is different. You haven’t dealt with me in person before. When I close the gates, they won’t open for anyone.”
Leviathan: “I’d like to see that happening.”
Azrael: “I told you, didn’t I? You’re not the one in charge. I am.” (reveals wings)
Leviathan: “Oh, really? Who is stronger, an Angel or a God? Time to find out~”
Azrael: “Such arrogance. I was here before you, and I will be here after you. Those words, I’ve heard them before. Yet I am here, and they are not.”
Leviathan: “Were you here before me? Well, I suppose you were in this exact location before I was, but that’s not the point.”
Me: Leviathan no. Stop sassing the angel of death.
Azrael: “The moment life was invented, I was there, ready to claim it. Such is the natural law of things.”
Leviathan: “Would that make you the first or the second creature alive?”
Azrael: “Second after God. I was a force of nature at first. Then I chose to serve Him.”
Leviathan: “That makes sense. Now, I guess we have talked enough…”
Azrael: “You are a fine conversation partner, I must say. Not many people ask me things other than 'why me?’.”
Leviathan: “I know the answer to that already, so I don’t need to ask. Now, are you going to kill me or not?”