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Caring for Family

Summary: The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court has fallen ill. So the Inner Circle decide to help them recover, in their own way…

Word count: 1141

I tried to write fluff but I think I failed.

Note: I don’t know how far the wards of the house of wind go.

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Part Four: Team Free Will. (The Song Remains the Same S05E13)

Episode Summary: Anna, the renegade angel, travels back in time to kill John and Mary so Sam is never born, and he cannot be the vessel to Lucifer. Castiel sends the reader and the Winchesters boys back in time to stop Anna.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,968.

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Cost of Freedom (14/??)

Summary: In which Shinichi and Kaito put their plans into action. (The escape, part i.) Prison!AU

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May the third.

If not for their plans, it would be an average day. And for the most part, it is.

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Titans Hunt is a Disgrace to Everything Titans Pt.1 "Roy Harper"

(note: only covering the first 3 issues)

When the opening line was “…Roy Harper gets scared and does something dumb, spectacularly dumb, even by his own high standards.” I knew this comic was going to be a treat.

I mean it’s not like Roy was cannonly one of the greatest weapons experts in the DCU,

who founded the Outsiders,

was a competent single father,

and used his skills and knowledge to save the day all the time.

However Abnett seems to think Roy is an idiot. Throughout the first three issues alone he makes, idiotic or rookie mistakes that any seasoned hero, let alone one that’s been doing this for so long, would never make.

For starters, he mistakes a tornado siren for ringing in his head, which is on par with a mistake Caboose from “Red vs. Blue” would make.

Other mistakes include; leaving his equipment out for all to see in the back of his truck,

gets out in the middle of a road wielding a weapon because he thinks he saw something (he’s also drunk at this point but I’ll get to that),

asking an officer “Can I go?” after he was caught driving drunk and brandishing a weapon in the road,

instead of explaining the situation he just attacks the cops,

seems to think it can get worse than being charged with attempted murder (but hey at least it’s not murder right),

says his highly customized and lethal bow is used on “vermin

and proceeds to freak the hell out even though a few panels later he has the situation under control. And this is just the first three issues, there’s more to come in the future.

Not that I trust the future of this comic when it starts with Roy getting drunk in the bed of his truck, outside, during a tornado warning.

It’s also important to note that in this universe he was never a heroin addict, rather an alcoholic, you know because additions are just interchangeable. So why did he fall of the wagon and get drunk in the back of his pick up? He felt uncomfortable. I’m not kidding, a water tower that vaguely looks like a “T” freaks him out. This water tower, that he had to pass several hundred that looked just like it, freaks him out so bad he says screw sobriety and gets drunk.

In the past when Roy fell off the wagon it was for reasons like the death of his daughter, or a trick from Deathstroke, never because he was scared for unknown reasons or vaguely uncomfortable. And most certainly not because of a water tower.

If Adnett wanted to bring up Roy’s addiction and have him fall off the wagon, there are so many better ways than this. For example in “The West Wing” one of the main characters, Leo, is an alcoholic. While trying to raise money for his friend’s campaign he’s in a room with several highly powerful politicians, who brought along some very expensive scotch. He’s forced to listen to them talk about how good the scotch is, on top of that it’s one of the last debates, and he needs the money for the rest of the campaign. It’s an extremely stressful situation and it’s not helped by the addition of liquor.

Adnett could have easily done something similar, introduce a stressful situation, add liquor, you have yourself a situation where Roy would need to call his counselor, who is Lilith in this universe.

But an interesting thing to note, Roy already had a meeting with Lilith scheduled and was on his way there when he decided “screw it”. On top of that he still decides to drive to the meeting, even though he’s drunk. The owner of the liquor store clearly didn’t mind him loitering, he couldn’t have stayed until he was sober? He couldn’t have rescheduled? He clearly had a phone that he had already used to call Lilith. There wasn’t an AA meeting somewhere in town that he could have gone to? He absolutely had to drive drunk, across country? If I’m supposed to feel sorry that he got thrown in the drunk tank and was almost charged with attempted murder, after attacking two cops, I don’t.

This comic also goes against cannon from both PreNu52 and Nu52, with lines like “…not his friends, when he had any.” Or this one here, my personal favorite “Roy doesn’t have demons, it’s the lack of them that scares him dumb.”       

Starting with the first quote here, in the PreNu52 there is a laundry list of people Roy had always considered his friends, even when he was in a bad place. And while yes they probably couldn’t completely understand what he was going through, he still had friends who cared about him. And in Nu52 hasn’t there been 2 different comics about his newfound, and out of character, friendship with Jason? On top of that in one of the first issues of “RHatO” when he’s talking to Starfire, he directly mentions the Titans. Also in the unpublished “Nightwing” comic, it clearly touches on his friendship with Dick.

The second line just proves to me that DC doesn’t care about proper characterization. Roy Harper is all about overcoming his demons. It’s one of his character traits. Here are just a few examples of his demons in the PreNu52:

And even more slimmed down than just the Nu52, this comic is about him facing his demons. For starters they’re clearly putting a focus on his addition, his plotline has to collide with the others so he’ll have to deal with that, then you have this scene:

As a closing note, for anyone who was wondering if Roy was raised on the reservation in this universe, I’m going to have to say he wasn’t considering when asked about his tattoos he couldn’t even remember their significates.

Because in the PreNu52 they didn’t have any personal significance to him at all.

Crossfire - Chapter Eighteen

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 16k
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, a ton of angst, swearing, changes in season 5’s plot

A/N: AHHH! You guys are the best people in the whole world. You totally make very day seem like a holiday and I love you guys so much. Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics). Also, for the record, I’m sorry. I’m really, really, really sorry. Please don’t hate me *runs and hides*

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel

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Not just best friends anymore huh? ( Michael Clifford imagine)  WARNING: SMUT

Friend: A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.

 I really hate the word friend. It categorizes people, cutting off other options for relationships. I hate the word best friend even more. That word is like a solid, metal lock that can never be open. Who came up with the idea of friends and best friends? Yes the two terms prevent one from discovering the feeling of loneliness but there is so much to having one.

I had a friend named Michael Clifford. We met in the small cafe on the corner of Nicks St. The way we met was very simple and basic. I spilled my seven dollar latte on his white shirt, he reassured me that it was fine and bought me another, and we talked and went our separate ways. He was very sweet and gentle with me. But I guess that’s how your supposed to act when you meet someone for the first time.

 About a week later, I saw him in the same cafe on the corner of Nicks st. The only difference was his hair was a lilac color. Very beautiful I might add. I bought the same seven dollar coffee and sat in the same table I sat in every Saturday. Usually, I was alone but that day he just had to come over and be nice. He could have just left me alone you know? And then I wouldn’t be were I am now, all sad and depressed. Anyways, he sat in front of me, his green eyes meeting my basic brown ones.

 I remember exactly what he said too.

 "Hi.. I don’t know if you remember me but we met last week. You spilled your coffee on me.“

 "Oh yes. I remember you. Sorry about that again.”

 "No worries, love" He smiled that god damn sweet smile of his.

 "What’s your name?“ I questioned.

 "Michael. Your’s?”

 "Y/n.“

"Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl.” He smiled a flirty smile.

That was the very beginning of our “Friendship”. The bond we had was crazy good. He and I talked about everything and for a while it felt good to know someone with the same weird interest in you.  Now of course we had our ups and downs but doesn’t every relationship?

 As time went on Michael was not that sweet guy I met in the coffee shop. He was this crazy rocker kid who loved playing the guitar, kicking my ass at FIFA, teasing me, and dying his damn hair. He was himself around me and I was myself around him. His friends kept calling me a girl version of him, minus the dying of the hair and playing the guitar of course.

 I’m sure if you read fan-fictions or other stories, you should know that once two people become one the level of best friends, which we were at the time, one person usually falls for the other. Let me tell you, it fucking sucks. And unfortunately, it was me who fell for him. I fell for my best friend and it was my biggest regret.

 Friends are meant to stay friend and best friends are just meant to stay best friends and nothing more.

 I remember how it all ended too. It was painful and it was the worst day of my life honestly.

  {Four Months Prior} 

 Michael’s red head had been resting peacefully on my lap as the two of us watched our favorite show, Grey’s Anatomy. It was really my favorite until he came in and found me watching it and became interested it. Now because we’ve seen so many seasons the both of us could probably do an open heart surgery with no errors.

 We were in the middle of the first episode of season 9. Michael was crying because Lexi, his favorite doctor, had just died from a plane wing covering most of her body. I was crying becuase I had thought Mark, MY favorite doctor was about to die but fortunately. 

 "Oh god, I loved her so much. She was my favorite.“

 "Oh screw her, Mark almost died! I knew something was wrong when he didn’t have a shit ton of cuts and scrapes.”

 "Oh fuck him! He screwed with my future wife.“

 "Yeah well, she’s dead, finally so whatever.” I patted my eyes with the soft tissue and handed the box over to Mikey, who gratefully took it.

 After a few more minutes we were both arguing over who was better and who really deserved to die. Finall,y the episode had ended and he turned off the TV, deciding we had done enough crying for the day.

 "You’re such a baby.“ He laughed.

 "Me?! You used half the damn box!” I threw it at him.

 "Ow! So what if i did you’re still a baby.“

 Without any warning I tackled him to the ground.

 "Who the baby now? ”  I smirked, pinning him down.

 In a matter of seconds he flipped us over so that his body was hovering mine.

 "You still are.“ He smiled a devious smile.

 For some reason my eyes wondered to his lips, wondering what it would be like to feel them with my own and my thoughts were answered.

 Mikey leaned forward placing his lips upon my own. My body was in shock but it didn’t take me long to respond to the kiss. He licked my bottom lip, asking for permission for his tongue to enter and I happily opened my mouth wider for him. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. God, he tasted so fucking good. One of his hands slipped up my shirt, setting my skin on fire. I moaned in the kiss making him grip the flesh above my hipbone to relieve some of the built up pressure.

 I tugged on his shirt hoping he would take it off and he did, his lips finding mine again. He flipped us over once again so that I was straddling him. His large hands found their way to my ass and he squeezed it making me gasp. I could feel his boner through his jeans poking me through my shorts. I moved my hips a little grinding on him making him groan.

 "Fuck y/n. No teasing.” he whined, very, very needy.

 I smirked and nibbled on his earlobe making him shiver before kissing his jawline. I traced my lips down to his neck, leaving dark, purple hickeys. His moans were my only confidence boost. Of course I had sex before, but I had a feeling this time was going to be very different. I licked them, swirling my tongue around each mark, making him groan and get aggravated from my constant teasing.

 "No more.“ He growled. His body sat up picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his torso as he quickly walked to the bedroom.
 He opened the door and locked it behind him, before smashing his lips to mine again. He walked towards the bed, laying my body down. He hovered over me and kissed my neck and left larger and darker hickeys.

 "Mikey…” I moaned his name quietly.
 "I told you to stop teasing y/n.“ His voice deep and sexy. My panties were soaked already and I never wanted anymore more then I wanted him. His constant foreplay was making me frustrated. I just wanted him to take me right here, and right fucking now.

 He took off my tank top, revealing my black lace bra.
 "Holy shit.” he spoke quietly, staring at my cleavage before taking off my bra. He kissed both of my breast before taking my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. His other hand trailed down my stomach and to my shorts. He slipped his hand inside and toyed with my clit making me jerk at the touch.

 The combination of his mouth and his fingers was delicious. I just wanted more and more of him. His name left my mouth in incoherent moans. He took my shorts and underwear off.

 "Look at how wet you are, baby.“ he smirked.

 "I’m sorry, please just stop teasing me Mikey.” I begged.

 "Ah ah ah, love, for the rest of the night, you will call me daddy you understand?“
 This boy was killing me. Everything in me wanted to say no but I needed to be dominated by him.

 "Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.” He spoke before laying his tongue flat against my core.

 I sucked in a harsh breath. I could feel him smirking against me. He gave my core a deep kiss before eating me out in the best possible way. Mikey pushed his tongue in and out of me multiple times making me arch my back from the great amount of pleasure. My hands pulled on his hair hard making him groan, sending vibrations up me.

 "Daddy! Oh fuck!“ I yelled, unable to contain my moans.  

I pushed his head in deeper, his hands grabbing my shaking thighs.
 With a few more skillful tricks from his tongue I came in his mouth, letting a sigh of relief leave my mouth.

"Baby girl, you taste so good.” He said. My head was spinning but he wasn’t done with me. 

 He removed his shorts and boxers and his large cock smacked his stomach. Holy fuck he was huge. Bigger anyone i’d ever seen.

“Like what you see baby?“ he cooed.

 "Yes… Very much.”

“I’m gonna make you moan so fucking loud tonight.” he growled before positioning at my core.
 The anticipation was killing me but thank god he wasted no time thrusting into me.

 "Oh my god, Michael! “ I yelled hoping to be punished for not calling him daddy.
 His hand went to my neck, tightening the grip a little.

 "I fucking told you to call me daddy didn’t I?” he said lowly.

 His thrust became faster and harder then before. He was being very rough with me and I can’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy it. I loved this side of him.

 "D-Daddy.. Fuck!“ my nails dug into his back I could tell he liked the pain becuase he made no effort to tell me to stop. 

 The faster he went the deeper my nails went in. He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was perfect, too perfect. His forehead was beaded with sweat just like his body. I wrapped my legs around his lower back making him fill me all the way up with him.

 The amount of pleasure that was shooting through my body was amazing. I had never felt anything like it before and i’m sure this feeling would only come if I was with him.

 The fire that had been building up in my stomach was letting me know that I was about to reach my high.

 "M.. Daddy.. I’m so c-close.”

 "Hold it baby girl.“ he demanded.

 I whimpered from under him, hoping he would be close soon because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold in.

 "Okay.. Let it go baby.”

 And with that another feeling of euphoria washed over me as I came around his large cock. I felt him release inside of me. It was so amazing.

 He pulled out making me whimper at the loss of him and lied next to me.

 "Wow…“

 "Wow is correct.” he smiled.

 "You know what this means right?“

 Oh no… He’s gonna end it with me isn’t he no more best friends no more fights over Grey’s, no more kicking my ass at FIFA or-

 "You’re mine now." 

 My eyes widened in shock. 

 "I’m what?” I chocked.

“You, y/n, are mine. There’s no way I’m letting another guy look at you after that.”

 "I love you.“ I spoke quietly, immediately covering my mouth.

 "You what?” He snapped his head towards me.

 "I didn’t say anything.“ Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. I fucked up. This is it.

 "I love you too, y/n.”

 "You do?“ I questioned, clearly shocked.

 "I’ve loved you for a very long time, I just didn’t know how to tell you becuase of our agreement.”

 Oh yeah, a long time ago I told him we couldn’t ever get together because I didn’t want neither of us to get hurt if the other didn’t like the other back. It saved us pain but thank god he loves me too.

 {Current moment in time.}

 So remember how I said that was the worst day of my life, I kinda lied. What could possibly be better then living with a colorful headed boy who loves to sleep, eat, and have sex all of the time. I used to be scared to get with my best friend. I was so sure that we would tear apart if we got together but now? Now all I want to do is kiss him and tell him how much I love him. It’s amazing really. You should try it.