war between brothers


Yes, of course this is a post praising him… :)))  

….But could we just take a little moment to appreciate how, behind that dorky and annoyingly playful mask of Gabriel, he is, in fact, such a wonderful angel? Literally and figuratively? ^-^

I mean… He hates disputes and arguments, between any kind of supernatural or even human beings, as he really only wants just peace…

….and he trusts and believes in people, he appreciates their effort to improve themselves, admiring their qualities, instead of trying to promote his superiority, like mostly other angels do…

Originally posted by thatsnotveryladylike

…he constantly looks up to them because he knows what the war between his brothers caused to the humanity…

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

… he did anything that was possible to help the boys stop the apocalypse, including the tape talking about the rings and the cage, which practically saved everyone…

In fact, not only did he help the boys then, but he also, let’s remember, tried to help Sam prepare himslef for Dean’s death, as he will always have a predilection towards teaching people lessons  .. … .. 

 … no matter what, he will ALWAYS care about the others…

… even though he doesn’t want to show it … 

Originally posted by mischievous-maestro

But, in fact, he would do anything for people. He has one of the kindest hearts ever. He confronted his own brother for the humans, he has always tried to mantain the peace, he helped the boys despite all the their past “meetings”, he understood them, he cared, he loved, and like not so many angels, he felt… He was far more than good. And, all these, under that mask he’s tried to keep on, of the goofy, adorable and hilarious angel, who loves to trick people. But that, just to improve their character, make them aware of their flaws, and to make them better… He chose humour as an element to get closer to humanity. 

I know many people have already mentioned everything from above about him, but I really wanted to bring this subject up again as a short reminder of what a great character he really is and why he deserves all this love. Not only for his one-line jokes, not only for his sweetness, not only for his way of acting, behaving and being, not only for him just being simply awesome and great, but also for his gorgeous soul. He could have any other vessel in the world, but him, as an angel, he would still remain this one of a kind glorious character… Which I adore. 

Originally posted by treasureseven

Downright Neighborly

Fandom: WWE/TNA

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

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There’s no meaning.

Whether you’re victorious or your defeated, no matter what you protect or what you lose, there’s no meaning in war. No matter how you tidy it up, it’s a pointless act that ends you up with nothing but corpses and sins. There’s really…nothing worth going that far to protect. (part I)

-Sakata Gintoki

Sometimes... Showers Suck

This is for @family-business-one-shots Kat’s 700 Birthday Writing Challenge Dean Winchester x Daughter Reader, Sam Winchester 

Prompt “Why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt and long sleeve pants?" 

Reader is 14 years old. 

Warnings: swearing, fluffy 

Summary: reader gets caught in the middle of a war between the Winchester Brothers. 

Word Count: 994

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

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Scare - Sam Winchester

Summary ; injuring yourself badly on a hunt ensues the kickoff of a fight brought on solely by sam being absolutely terrified to lose you.

Pairing ; sam x reader

A/n ; gifs are not mine x

Warnings ; mentions of getting injured, arguing, angry!sam, kinda angsty but fluffy at the end :))

Words ; 1.9k

Published ; 30th may, ‘17


Stay safe + ily🐢

The thick, tense silence that hung in the air made you want to curl up into a ball and stay there until Sam wasn’t mad at you anymore. Dean was smart enough not to make any smug comments or shove a cassette in the player to listen to his music as he drove after Sam had whipped his head to the side and given his brother a quick, ‘don’t you dare’ look - the glare in his dark hazel eyes almost relentless.

One may argue that you could be held to blame for Sam’s fierce fury and bitter mood towards you - and as you sat silently in the back seat of Baby, wide eyed and dejected, you could definitely feel him blaming you and you definitely felt guilty for what had happened, as if the situation had been entirely your fault.

“Sam… I said I’m sorry,” Your voice was quiet as you continued to tread lightly around your boyfriend, unsure if he was going to snap at you.

Instead, he let an exasperated sigh slip from his lips, “I don’t want to hear it, (Y/N).”


“(Y/N).” His fiery gaze connected with your sorrow (y/e/c) eyes in the rear-view mirror briefly and you shut your mouth, understanding that you shouldn’t have pushed him.

You had nearly gotten yourself killed on the last hunt; the three of you had been utterly swamped by werewolves and as you were taking one down, another came up behind you, his sharp claws reaching around and ripping deep into the skin on your stomach. 

You had lost an alarming amount of blood and instead of Sam or Dean being able to stitch you up themselves with some whisky, thread and incessant swearing, they had to haul you to a hospital. And Sam had been totally unforgiving and almost cruel since.

You understood that he just cared, he cared so damn much - especially about you - and so, when put in a threatening and risky situation like you had been, it terrified him to no extent. He had already lost practically everyone who has waltzed into his bizarre and deviating life; he couldn’t lose you too. You understood that, but he didn’t need to be a complete ass about caring.

You had finally reached the nearest motel and Dean raced off - slamming his car door closed and booking a room for one, not wanting to get caught up in the middle of a war between his brother and his best friend. 

Sam, however, kept eerily quiet as he retrieved a key for a different motel room for the two of you and trudged his way down the hallway in search of room eight. You followed behind him like a sad puppy, occasionally wincing when you slightly pulled the 250 stitches lining your abdomen in the wrong way.

Eventually, you came to the dreaded door and your heart dropped - knowing that as soon as that door closes behind you, the arguing commenced. Shoving the key in the lock, Sam twisted it and roughly opened the door - letting it fling wide open dangerously on its hinges. You entered hesitantly before gently closing it behind you; costive, you turned around to face him with a sorry frown written on your lips.

It was entirely silent for a second and for a brief moment, you thought that maybe you’d just go to bed and everything would be okay in the morning. But that longing moment was severed when Sam let out an aggravated huff and took a step closer to you, “What the hell were you thinking?!”

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For the lovely anon who requested it. I’m a bit nervous becaude it’s the first request I’ve ever done but I hope that’s what you had in mind.


The great hall of Kattegat was full of people. Guests from a neighboring kingdom had come to talk about better trade conditions. The negotiations had gone well and now there was a big feast to celebrate the new alliance. You were sitting next to Ivar on the long table. His hand rested on yours while you listened to the stories that were told and jokes that were made. As you looked down the table you noticed that Sigurd was staring at you. You raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away.

Later that night you were sitting on one of the benches that were standing along the wall of the hall as Ubbe came over to you and handed you a horn of meat.

“Why are you sitting here all by yourself?”

“I’m watching the people. You can learn a lot about people by just watching them.”

Ubbe laughed a little and shook his head. “You and my little brother really fit together, you know. It’s like you are sharing one mind. It’s kind of scary sometimes.”

“Sounds like you have never witnessed one of our arguments.”

“I have. That’s even scarier.”

Both of you laughed.

“I love him but he can be so stubborn sometimes.” You looked over to Ivar, who was still sitting at the table, now talking to one of your guests.

Ubbe grinned at you. “Even more stubborn than you?”

You laughed again.

You were still talking to Ubbe as Sigurd came over to you and dropped himself on the bench next to you.

“Y/N you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, Sigurd.”

By the way he was talking and moving you could tell that he was quite drunk. As he put his arm around your shoulders you thought about shrugging it off but decided to ignore it.

“I’ve been watching you.” He said.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“Why are you with Ivar?” Sigurd wanted to know and put his hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it upwards.

“You should keep your hands to yourself, little brother, if you don’t want Ivar to cut them off.” Ubbe said before you could react.

Sigurd laughed at him but removed his hands from you. You gave Ubbe a thankful smile. If you had fought Sigurd off it had probably made some fuss and you didn’t want Ivar to notice. The war between the two brothers was bad enough as it was.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Floki. “I think your prince is feeling neglected.” He whispered into your ear, then he laughed and left.

Your eyes searched for Ivar and found him looking at you with a gloomy expression on his face. He met your gaze, his blue eyes piercing through you. After a few seconds he looked away. Letting out a sigh, you went over to him and put and an arm around him from behind his chair. As he showed no reaction you sat down on the chair next to him.

“Is everything okay?”

For few seconds he didn’t react at all, then he looked at you, his eyes full of anger. “Did you have fun with Sigurd?”

“He’s just drunk.”

“And maybe you are up for some drunk fun.”

“How can you say that?”

His words and his cold eyes made you feel guilty although you knew there was nothing to be guilty about. It made you angry that he had such an influence on you.

“If you really think so badly of me than maybe you better go and find someone else.” With that you jumped out of your seat and stormed towards the door.

“I might just do that.” Ivar yelled behind you.

As you left the hall the cold air of the night made you shiver. You had no idea where you were going you just had to get away from them all. Angry and sad at the same time you leaned against a shed and fought the tears that were forming in your eyes. Only a few moments later you saw a dark figure approaching you. You didn’t want to talk to anyone and kept quiet, hoping that whoever it was would just pass you. But as he came closer you could see that it was Sigurd.

“You did not answer my question earlier. Why are you with Ivar? Why do you keep up with stuff like this?” He gestured towards the hall.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then you looked him in the eyes. “I’m with Ivar because I love him.”

“You could have so much better, you know?” He said, coming closer.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you talking about yourself?”

“Why not?” He asked, pressing you to the wall with his body.

“Get off me, Sigurd.” You said in a serious tone but he ignored it and tried to kiss you.

You knew him well enough to know that you weren’t in any actual danger but you were annoyed that he thought he could treat you like this.

“I said get off me.”  Your voice was now dangerously low and you tried to push him away. He looked at you as if he couldn’t understand why you would do this and tried to kiss you again but then started as something hit the wall just inched from his head. You both turned to see an ax sticking there.

“Let go of her or the next one hits you in the head.” The voice was menacing and undoubtably Ivar’s.

Sigurd made a slow step backwards and you slipped past him and ran over to Ivar. You knelt down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into your ear. “I just can’t stand the thought of another man even looking at you. Can you forgive me for being an idiot?”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I love you, Ivar.” You said and grinned at him. “Even though you are sometimes an idiot.”

He smiled at you. “I love you too.” Then his smile turned into a cocky grin. “You are mine. You better never forget that.”

You chuckled. “How could I?”

Fourth of July

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles x Reader

“Good evening, gentlemen!” you yell, strolling into the lair.

Mikey runs around a corner to greet you, a cheesy Uncle Sam hat he obviously found in a dumpster perched on his head. “(y/n)!” he yells, scooping you off of your feet in a typical Mikey hug. “I didn’t think you were coming today!”

You laugh. “Of course I came! It’s a holiday!” Mikey takes your two grocery bags (you gave to on protesting against the brothers’ chivalry awhile ago) and the two of you walk to the main living area. “Besides, I couldn’t leave you to party all on your lonesome.”

“(y/n)!” Donnie yells at you from where he lays on one of the couches, a book in his lap. Raphael and Leonardo both turn around in their seats and greet you with a smile.

“Hey guys!” You jog forward and plop down next to Leonardo on the couch. “Happy fourth!”

He smiles at you and gestures over to the two grocery bags Mikey’s now going through. “What’s Mikey about to find?”

You grin. “Oh, just some sparklers, hot dogs, these crazy fourth of July sugar cookies, and some other Fourth of July bests.”

Mikey holds up a box of bang-snaps. “No way. I’ve always wanted to try these!”

Raph smirks slyly and looks over at his purple clad brother. “You know, Donnie tried to make poppers once-”

“Which we never, ever speak of. Ever,” Donnie says with narrowed eyes.

You lean into Leonardo’s shoulder and whisper: “What happened with the bang-snaps?”

“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know.

You nod, believing Leonardo, and shove down your curiosity before it gets out of control. You stand up and clap your hands. “Alright, guys, off your lazy butts and grab Master Splinter! We’re going to cook some hotdogs and burn each other with sparklers!”

And that’s exactly what you do. After having more hotdogs than you should have eaten, you and the boys (mostly the boys) get to work on the poppers and sparklers. Master Splinter even held one, smiling softly as it sparked and watching his sons cheer and goof around. Raph ripped the Uncle Sam hat from Mikey’s head (thank god, because it had started to smell), which caused a bang-snap and sparkler war between the four brothers that you were happy to sit out of with Master Splinter.

You all finished the night by crashing on the couch, watching the New York City fireworks show with disgustingly full stomachs. Fourth of July will never be the same to you after this one, and you’re glad for it.

Originally posted by misskoalacouture

Moriarty x Sherlock sister!reader

Prompt : You’re with Jim Moriarty, the world’s only consulting criminal and you have to tell it to your brother : the world’s only consulting detective…

Originally posted by qiups

You’re Y/N Holmes and you’re family is quite special. You have two brilliant brothers but you’re very clever too. You have a social problem but you can manage to get through it and have a quite normal life.

It has been a month, you are in a relashionship with the world’s only consulting criminal and tragically your brother is his arch nemesis.. And he doesn’t know about you and Jim yet.. 

Today is the day, you have to tell him, you have to tell Sherlock, you know it. The sun is shining outside, you’re in the bed you share with Jim, you had a good night and everything is ok. You get out of your bed, the smell of the pancakes leads you to the kitchen where you found a paper with “from Jim with love. Don’t wait for me tonight, darling.” written on it. Pancakes always hide something but there are delicious.
Then you dress up, take your courage and order a taxi to go to 221B Baker street. 

Here we go. You open the door and see Sherlock playing violin and two cup of tea ready to be drink on the table. “Wait, what ? Did you just make tea ? “ you just can imagine your brother doing something as normal as tea.
“oh Y/N, I wasn’t expecting to see you

-yeah, I see, you’re waiting for someone ?

- Y/N, you know that someone break into the tower of London recently and that this person is the one who tried to blow me up in the swimming pool

-Did someone actually break into the tower of London ?”

“Oh my god, this wasn’t suppose to be like that. Sherlock is waiting for Jim and you’re here. Morever, what’s the story with the tower of London ? How can I not know that ?” you thought

“So Y/N, it’s not that I don’t like you but you’re not supposed to be there, this isn’t part of the plan”

“You got a plan ?” You hear the too-much familiar voice from your back 

“Must people knock but you’re not must people I suppose”

You’re in trouble, Jim is going to see you, and to say something that will make Sherlockfurious, that is going to happen for sure, what can you do to stop an atomic war between your brother and your boyfriend ?

‘Wait a minute, I have something to say to Sherlock, Jim don’t talk “as you see him opening his mouth to say, you know it, something about your relationship.
Sherlock raises an eyebrow, how can you talk to Moriarty like that ? 

“Sherlock, what I am going to say isn’t a joke, don’t be mad and I’m sorry for everything that will happen next but I am with Jim Moriarty”
“You’re with him ?” Sherlock says like he doesn’t understand 
“yeah, two people living together and loving each others, just like you and john”  Moriarty  says

Oh no, he did it, he just implies that Sherlock loves John, could not be worse…

“Ok then, you don’t need me obviously so uhm.. bye” and you get away as fast as you can from you brother which is getting a little angry (not to say furious). 

Two week had passed since that day and your brother don’t want to talk to you anymore. Of course, your other brother, Mycroft, came to “talk” to you. Well, you clearly have been told to leave Jim. And you declined the offer with yellings on your brother. So now, you just have Jim who is, you can say that, really happy to be with you just because of Sherlock’s reaction. 

“You should have seen his face” Jim tell you it every day when he thinks of Sherlock. 
“Ah ah ah. Thank you Jim for your compassion. Do I have to remember you that it wasn’t suppose to happen like that. You should have tell me that you were going to see Sherlock and by the way that you stole the crown jewels !”
“Oh Y/N, darling, you know that I really like when you get angry, that makes you really sexy”
And you always lose at this game because you just love Jim too much.

You wake up late, it’s about 11 a.m and you can’t find Jim in your flat. He didn’t let you a note like he usually does and moreover there’s no pancake. So you try to call him but his phone is on the table.
This isn’t ok. Something is going to happen to Jim. You have to find Sherlock. Only him can help you because he is the only one consulting criminal.

Baker Street. There is no one in the flat. No Sherlock. No John. You decide to see if Mrs Hudson knows something. She told you that Sherlock and John have been arrested, that they escaped and that they are runnig in London;
There is a link, both Sherlock and Jim disappeared suddenly the same night. You have to find them before the fall. Jim always says that the world will end in a fall. That’s what is happening.

If Sherlock has to find something he must be in St Bart’ hospital. So you get a cab and go there.

You enters in the lab but it’s empty, not even the girl Nolly, Molly well something like that.
And you heard a gunshot from the rooftop. Oh no that is not good. Not good at all. You get the stairs and you find on the roof a dead body lying on the ground, Sherlock is on the  roof edge calling someone.

What the hell ? Who’s dead ? 
You’re getting closer to the body and you can finally see his face.
“Oh no. Oh my god” You run to Jim to see if you can do something to save him. “No he can’t be dead” “It can’t be” “No no no no no” You can do nothing than holding his body and crying of despair.

Sherlock screams to you that he is sorry about what happend and about what he is going to do. He says that he can’t stop it. But you are focused on Jim’s face. And you see Sherlock jump from the roof. 

You don’t understand. You hear foodsteps from the stairs but you can’t move, you just stare at Jim’s dead body. 

Someone beats you in the head and everything gets dark.

Thank you for reading. If you want to say something, it’s open, I will maybe do a part two. Sorry for the mistakes.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think the UT bros, UF bros, and SF bros would react to finding out that their s/o had perfect shape shifting/mimicking capabilities? Like Mystique level powers and control. If she can look at/hear someone then she can become them. 👀


++ Sans ++

Classici doesn’t know about it at first, but you and Papyrus decide to trick him. He definitely doesn’t expect it, and it’s quite a good joke. Papyrus sits in front of him and tells him he’ll be right back as he gets up and leaves the room. As Classic waits, tapping his fingertips on the table and resting his head in his other hand, you shock him. Looking and sounding like Papyrus, you put a hand on his shoulder and tell him you’re back! His eye flames and he jumps off the chair, whirling around. He… he didn’t know his brother could..? Classic stares at you completely amazed and then Papyrus, standing in the doorway, asks him if everything is okay. Classic turns and he starts mumbling, and as he stares at Papyrus now in the doorway, you hide under the table without him noticing. “B-but you’re.. behind..” as he turns around he doesn’t see you, and he just crouches down. Then he sees you underneath the table and he leaps up, yelling.

You both laugh and you turn back into yourself, and he stares at you in complete shock. You hug a very confused and astonished Classic, telling him that you have the ability to shape shift into others, and you wanted to get him back for when he pranked you. Well… you certainly got him good. He’s scared to talk to Papyrus for a day or two.

++ Papyrus ++

You just told Pappy straight, because you know he can get very enthusiastic when there’s a demonstration. He still freaks out either way, and he asks to see. You think for a moment, then giggle and turn into him. Pappy stares in shock, “Y-YOU’RE ME!!!” You say it the exact same way he does and he legitimately almost faints. You have to quickly turn back to yourself and hold onto him so he can regain himself, telling him to take a deep breath. He isn’t going to get over these abilities for a LONG time.


++ Sans ++

Red says there’s no way you can shape shift, but then you turn into Papyrus and start mocking him. Not only is he shocked but he’s also laughing harder than he should, and you keep going to make him laugh. Eventually someone knocks on the door and he giggles, going to answer it, and freezes up seeing his brother in the doorway. The both of you completely forgot he was coming over, and Red coughs a little and nervously tells him to come in. When you hear Papyrus’ voice asking Red if he’s okay, you quickly turn back into yourself and plop yourself on the couch so he doesn’t know a thing. You and Red can’t stop giving each other certain looks whenever Papyrus says something specific.

++ Papyrus ++

Fell sees you morph into someone else, and he stops, paralyzed. You turn around in shock since you didn’t know he was home, you were going to surprise him, and you nervously smile, apologizing for not telling him sooner. He just shakes his head, sits down, and tells you to change to someone else. Fell is so legitimately impressed, he gets off his high ego to be able to praise you for this. You should’ve mentioned it sooner.


++ Sans ++

You’ve kept your abilities a secret from Berry because you didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it, but Papyrus spilled the beans. He ran to you and he started screaming, “YOU CAN SHAPE SHIFT?! SHOW ME!! SHOW ME SHOW ME SHOW ME-” and he didn’t stop or quiet down until you actually showed him by turning into Papyrus, mocking him.

“Look, I’m Papyrus, I spill other people’s secrets to make them feel cornered. Look, IIIIM PAPYRUS, I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut! LOOK, IIIIIIMMM PAPYRUUSS,” and you kept going, marching around the house, looking exactly like him and sounding like him. You’ve got both Papyrus and Berry in literal tears by crying laughing, Papyrus sitting down leaned back and Berry flopped on top of him. Neither of them are able to keep their composure as you prance around as Papyrus, doing silly dances and saying the weirdest things. You’ve never seen Berry so happily amused, and you love it so much that you’ll shape shift in front of him more often. This also starts a prank war between you and his brother.

++ Papyrus ++

When Rus first saw another him, he swore he was experiencing some sort of post-LSD trip. He blinked and didn’t think much of it but then you started getting romantic with him, and he felt so weird and confused. You put your hands on his chest and trailed down to his waist, leaned up against him. He thinks it’s all some weird dream or something, so he blinks and gently puts distance between the two of you before proceeding to slap himself. In your own voice but still in his form, you ask Rus if he’s okay, and he has no idea what to say. You practically send him into an existential crisis as he crouches down with his hands on his head, and you morph back into yourself, kneeling next to him and telling him you can shape shift. Wow, that would have been nice to know before. He isn’t even going to question you- he just tells you that you should do what you just did, except in your own form rather than his. You’ve really set Rus on the verge of his sanity just there, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

Drop It

Originally posted by sammy-samulet

Summary: After the wall in your head leaked memories the boys decided that you needed to stay at the needed time off.  Or house arrest as you would call it. Secrets are revealed that leaves you confused. But when you receive a phone call, you throw caution to the wind and ignore the orders of the Winchester boys. 

Pairings: Dean X Reader: Sam X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Language

Author’s Note: This part is kind of long and took a different turn then I was planning on it. I also want to let you guys know that this will be turning into a polyamorous relationship, not a war between the brothers over the girl. Thank you guys so much for reading! I really appreciate it!

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“You can’t be pressing against the wall.”

Dean’s voice held anger and even though you weren’t looking at him you knew his face was contorted into a look mixed with a glare and worry.

“I know.”

You mumbled as you pulled your bathrobe rope tighter around you. Your skin was still wet, your hair completely soaked and dripping onto the floor. You hadn’t even moved out of the bathroom, hadn’t used a towel to try yourself off, barley standing an inch away from the shower. Dean was standing outside the door waiting for you to emerge.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

His voice called out from the other side of the wooden door, the concern pouring into every word. You didn’t respond. Your eyes stayed locked on the cream colored wall. 

It was all too much, even just the slight glimpses of stored memories you had seen. You were scared to know what else you had done and to know your feelings for Sam were acted upon.

“I’m coming in.”

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