I am honestly in love with diabolik lovers musics so I thought i’d share the links from youtube (I tried uploading them but it takes forever ) It took me forever and a half to gather them all please enjoy!
A/N: SURPRISE IT’S 1AM AND I UPLOADED THE NEXT CHAPTER. WOW I’M ACTUAL SCUM I’M SO SORRY U GUYS THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG. I HAVE LIKE ACTUAL DEPRESSION AND HAVEN’T BEEN FEELING UP FOR IT SO I ONLY WROTE WHEN I GOT SUDDEN BURSTS OF ENERGY, WHICH WAS NEVER. BUT TONIGHT I HAD A LOT SO I WROTE IT AND I’M SO SO S O SORRY IF IT’S COMPLETE SHIT. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG.
Summary: Dan, an eighteen year old boy who has finally reached the age to be sold from the whorehouse he used to call home, is given to a man with dreamy blue eyes who makes this seem a lot less terrifying.
He makes his way back past the A&E, his own personal stomping grounds as a trauma surgeon, and pushes open the door to his office. If he hadn’t trained so hard not to let his emotions get the better of him in stressful situations, then he’d have slammed the door and walked away again. “What are you doing here?” he sighs.
“You’d know what I’m here for if you ever returned a phone call, Niall.” is the response that the brunet gives. He’s traded in his long flowing locks for a more mature style that hugs closer to his head, showing off the adult he’s become with time and focus. His green eyes have faded to a more greyish color, though it also suits him well. He’s not the bright-faced boy that Niall fell in love with anymore. He’s older, more mature. He’s a father and a real man now, and he wears it well, though it pains Niall to admit it.
“I’ve told you not to come here. This is my place of work, Harry.” Niall says coldly, dropping the file and his coat on the desk and opening the small cupboard that he uses to store his scrubs. “If you have something you need, then talk to me about it on Saturday.”
Ok so this was, like, one of the most stressful things I’ve ever did and it took ages to upload. Cause I might or might not closed the browser when it was processing. Twice. Anyway!
I was tagged to do the accent challenge by the most lovely @nialilouarry@slytherinbisexual@harryslovelylocks and @tsevers (sorry for not mentioning you in the vid, Chloe! It was recorded before I noticed you tagged me ;‘c) I did it like 8 times before I managed without any cuts or getting distracted by music or anything 😂
you do a Dean x reader. she’s 17 and she saves the Winchesters asses
on case and Dean thinks she’s beautiful & way older than her age
and flirts big time with her, than later when the boys bring her to a
bar and she tells them her age and dean kind of sad. Then she goes
and lives with them. Then when it’s her 18th birthday Dean brings her
out to a field and they sit on the impala and he finally gets the
chance to kiss her because he fell in love with her. And smut in the
back of the impala.
A/n: Super sorry it took so so long to have this up! It was written but I never had time to actually upload it!
“Seems like we finally got the Winchesters. Well isn’t that a great turn of events huh?” the demon chuckled, sharing a look with his partner.
“Lucifer will be very happy to find out” the other chuckled and Dean merely glared at him, fighting against the roped that held him.
“That is if you ever get to make it out alive outta this place” Dean gave them a tight smile and they laughed.
“Oh really? And what do you think will stop us huh? You don’t seem all that-” he was cu off before he could complete his sentence a knife – looking like an angel blade – was plunged inside his chest and in and instant killed him.
“Oh sorry. Were you saying something?” you tilted your head to the side, looking at the dead body on the ground.
“What the…” the other demon looked down at the body then back up at you narrowing his eyes “You little-”
“A-huh-huh did mommy tell you not to curse? Does a bad thing for the soul” you smirked as he growled at you. He lunged himself at you but you managed to dodge him, taking hold of his one hand and bringing it behind his back andstabbing him the chest.
“Too bad, who knows where you might end up now” you pouted fakely down at him.
“Oh but I know were you will end up” another one growled as more demons started to circle you.
“Really? Cause I don’t think I told anybody how I planned on going to see Civil War hm” you shrugged and the just glared at you, although Dean snickered a little.
“Come on now fellas. Why hurt each other when I can take the boys and we’ll be on our merry way?”
“How about no? And how about you leave before you break a nail sweetheart, this ain’t a job for little girls” one snickered and your face got completely serious.
“Oh now you’re asking for it. I tried to play nice but you- just won’t let me rest. As you wish now” with a snarl they al lunged at you, one after the other. Just when you had managed to kill three more and before you could take he anger blade out you were grabbed by two other and held by your hand you were pinned to the wall. You growled at the third that came in front of you with a cocky smirk.
After paining myself with Rosemary angst i found a cotton candy fluff fic i started like 3 months ago and decided to try and finish it. Its probably really obvious where i picked it up and still rough and UGH im just gonna upload it anyway. Featuring my favourite super autistic bab.