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My Angels Part 4 (Dean x Reader x Sam)It’s been days since I’ve told them everything and they’ve moved me down into a dark room, strapped into a chair with a red pattern on the floor.My Angels Part 4 (Dean x Reader x Sam) by DeathToThePool
I should of been honest. I shouldn’t of lied. But I need to get help.
“Rise and shine, princess.” Dean’s deep voice echoes in the darkness beyond this room.
“Please don’t call me that.”
“Call you what? Princess? Would you prefer bitch who lied to us?”
I sigh, hanging my head.
Light enters the room through the doors sliding open as Dean enters, walking behind me and beginning to unchain my arms from the chair.
“Don’t say anything. You said something about getting into Avalon right?”
“Yes, why? Do you wish to return to your duties?”
“My duties? Hell no. I’m gonna cut all ties to Oberon and you’re gonna help me.”
He couldn’t possibly mean…
“Yeah princess, that thing. Se
Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? Part 2The ride had ended and it was hell.Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? Part 2 by DeathToThePool
Aside from the overall fear of death, the awkwardness was eating me alive.
The cute guy next to me, who is possibly a stoner, is now covered in the contents of my stomach.
“I am really sorry about this. I’m not usually like this. Generally because I don’t go on roller coasters, or lifts or bridges…”
The guy starts walking off.
“Wait. I didn’t get your name.” I jog to catch up to him as he swiftly meanders through the crowd.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? I need to know your name so I can… apologise for…” I point at his hoodie, “…that…”
He sighs and walks out of the entrance to the park, stopping just outside and taking what looks like a cigarette from his pocket.
“Is that a joint? Or is that a cigarette? Or is that, you know…”
He turns to me, putting the cigarette to his lips and lighting
Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? (Part 1)Holy shit.Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? (Part 1) by DeathToThePool
Why am I here?
Oh yeah, (Y/F/N) is gonna pay off all my rent if I can do this.
Which I can…
I can’t ride a rollercoaster.
“The ride is about to start, please keep your hands and feet in the moving vehicle at all times.”
The guy sat next to me sighs, burrowing himself deeper into his hoodie.
My hands tightly grip the bar in front, becoming paler by the second.
I can’t breathe it’s too hot.
Goosebumps litter my skin
“Hi, excuse me.”
The guy next to me turns his head left, facing me. Holy shit, he’s gorgeous.
“The ride will now start in 10… 9 … 8 …”
Oh he’s staring. What do I do? What do I say? Think, Y/N, think.
“7… 6… 5… 4…”
He sighs, slouching in his seat. I look at him again, he has off coloured skin, kind of blue actually, almost as if…
“Do you take drugs?”
My Angels 3 (Dean x reader x Sam)"So... How do we get you back home?" Dean said as he carried three brown glass bottles that were opened into the room which I now know is the war room.My Angels 3 (Dean x reader x Sam) by DeathToThePool
"Well, there's few ways that only some have access to. To get to Avalon, a person must either be summoned or from Avalon originally. Unless you wish to use the portals which are the easiest way into Ava- Wait, no. No. No. No. We can't do that. It's too risky. And it's not like I can just waltz right in accused of such a heinous crime. Especially if I'm with you and your brother."
Dean walked forwards, placing the bottles onto the table before sitting directly in front of me. "Y/N, if it gets you home, wouldn't it be easier? Here, have a drink whilst I go get Sammy. If we're making plans, we need him."
"Because all of the stuff you're about to tell us? I won't remember after this whole thing blows over. Now drink up." As he said this, he stood up from the table, whisking a bottle off of the table.
"What exactly is this?"
Sherlock BBC: Sherlock X Part-Cat!ReaderI quickly made my way through the crowds and towards the crime scene, trying not to bump into anyone as I did so. As soon as Lestrade saw me he gave me a smile of relief and gave me a wave, ensuring that I was allowed at the scene.Sherlock BBC: Sherlock X Part-Cat!Reader by SophieLeighBroome
“Hey Greg! How are you?”
“Busy; I’m so glad you’re here, I could do with your help.” He led me over to two bodies which were both female (from what I could tell) and both were mutilated horribly. I let my senses take control as I paid close attention to the scents around me, closing my eyes as I sniffed for the scents hidden to human noses. I opened my eyes and smirked when I found what I was looking for. I then turned to Greg, who was looking at me for answers.
“Is anyone looking?” I asked and Greg shook his head, causing me to lift my hat off my head quickly for a few seconds to reveal my ca ears, which picked up the tiniest of noises. I frowned and looked up when I spotted a dark si
Supernatural: Chuck(God) X Archangels X Reader“Mom?”Supernatural: Chuck(God) X Archangels X Reader by SophieLeighBroome
“Are you busy at the minute?”
“I need to ask you something.” My mom walked into the living room, a smile on her face.
“What’s wrong ____?”
“I’ve been alive for around sixteen years on this earth, right?”
“I think it’s about time I got some information on who my dad is.” My mom’s eyes widened at my question and her mouth dropped, as if she was completely shocked at my question. “Come on mom, surely you knew this was coming.”
“W-Well… I suspected it would come some day…”
“So, can you tell me about dad? Who is he? How did you meet? What happened?” All my questions came out in one, my excitement and curiosity taking over.
“Woah, slow down. I’ll tell you everything I know, which I’m afraid isn’t a lot.” I nodded, feeling my sm
Supernatural X ReaderI arrived at my Grandpa’s motorbike shop with a few minutes to spare. Today I had agreed to help my Grandpa with his shop as things had been busy recently and I always loved helping him out. I would be working on repairs today which I had no problem with, as I always loved motorbikes and knew a lot about how to use and fix them. As I walked into my grandpa’s office he looked up and a huge smile appeared on his face, his arms opening so that I could hug him.Supernatural X Reader by SophieLeighBroome
“Hello ____! How’s my favourite grandchild?”
“I’m your only grandchild.” I stated as I pulled away from him, a massive smile on my face. “But I’m good thanks.” He chuckled and lead me towards the garage which was filled with bikes in all shapes and sizes.
“Is it okay if you start with that one over there?” He asked, gesturing to a bike that was pulled away from the others. “It only needs a bit of work done, so you should fi
Sitter!Reader X Little!TonChinKan TripletsP.S. this is written in Timber's POV.Sitter!Reader X Little!TonChinKan Triplets by SilentGirl888
We sat in the middle of the bedroom full of toys from the foster parents that took in our seven year old child forms.
"Timber, Thompson, Canterbury, can you please come down here?" the lady called us downstairs to a girl with (H/L), (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. "This is (Y/N), she'll be looking after you while daddy and I are away."
"Hello, Timber, Thompson and Canterbury, right? Nice to meet you!" she smiled warmly and held out a hand which we looked at her with poker-faces. When she figured that we weren't going to shake her hand, she nervously pulled it back. "Not that talkative, huh?"
"Daddy and I will be leaving soon so try to get along with (Y/N) for me, please." we looked at the lady before walking back to the bedroom. "I'm sorry about their behaviour, they're always like this."
"It's fine," we heard them chat. "Once they get comfortable, I'm sure they'll open up."
"Honey, we're going now." the lady's husband said. "Hurry up, please."
Nothing PersonalI carry the crushing weight of my own silence,
a self-manufactured quiet during the times
where I miss the stars something fiercely -
maybe this creates bad posture, a bending spine,
but I'd like to think it only strengthens me
when the light is blaring and far too bright.
I carry a million words in my jean pockets
just in case my tongue gets shy or
confused - and yes I can see how they
spill as I walk, but it's okay because
they are willing to wait until I need
to go searching for my way home.
I carry particles beneath my fingernails
(my fingertips are in love with my hair
and the dye shows their purple-blue-green
kisses), perfume clings to my skin even
though it is not mine (but it makes no
difference to me, I'll happily wear evidence
of tight hugs and the casual brush of skin),
and I can never escape the feeling of every
step I've taken (I can remember the way it
traveled through my ankles, my muscles clenching
as they cheered me forward).
However it is not what I carry, but how: