#Michaelxreader

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 14

~Present~

You’ve been gone for about an hour and Clark is desperate. He’s zipped around just about every rock he could, but it’s hard when he has no idea where to go.

Finally he lands right back at your home. His first thought had been to call your brothers, but the way you looked at Michael, he must have been powerful. He didn’t want to bring anyone else into that line of fire, especially since he had no idea what he’s really dealing with.

There must be someone out there.

“Think, think!”

He walks around for a few times before it hits him.

Angel.

Well archangel if he remembered correctly.

“What was his name..”

He’s running through it all when it finally hits.

“G-Gabriel! If you can hear me please help! (Y/N) is in trouble!”

All he hears are wings, and the rush of wind smacks right into his face.

“What’s wrong, where is she!!” Gabriel looks a bit desperate, and Clark shakes his head.

“I-I can’t find her. Michael took her.”

Gabriel curses.

“That dick, I need to find Castiel.”

He’s about to take off, but Clark grabs his hand.

“Please, take me with you.”

Gabriel pauses, finally looking him over. It’s then it registers.

“You’re her kryptonian boo, can’t believe we’re just now meeting.” Gabriel smiles.

“Sure kid, hold on.”

He places a hand on Clark’s shoulder as they both disappear.

The next time they land, he’s stunned that they’re standing inside of an unfamiliar room.

Clark catches sight of Dean who jolts in his spot at the table.

“Damn it Gabriel!! Stop dropping in like that!!”

Dean looks ready to put a bullet in him. Castiel is the one that steps forward when he sees panic on Clark’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Sam and Dean both stand.

“Dear old brother has (Y/N). We don’t have time to sit around chatting, we need to find her now.”

Dean looks furious.

“Are you saying Michael took her? What would he want with her?”

Clark shook his head.

“I don’t know. I’ve searched everywhere, I can’t find her, please, please help me.”

He sounded desperate and they all exchanged looks. Dean moves over, patting Clark’s shoulder.

“You did good calling Gabriel kid. Let’s go find her.”

Clark nods.

“This isn’t going to be easy, he must know that we’re going to be looking for her. With the protection ward, finding (Y/N) will be difficult. We need Jack.” Dean nods.

“JACK!!”

His voice rings throughout the bunker and he’s at their side in an instance.

“What’s wrong Dean?”

“We need to find Michael, he has (Y/N).”

Jack didn’t need anymore explanation, when he blinked, the golden ring sparked in his eyes.

“Let’s start looking.”

Sam was already moving to grab the angel blades

They were ready, the question is, was Michael?” 

[threadwing]

MichaelxReader

Hold on everybody we've entered the Cringe Zone 😬

I might've gotten a little silly with this one and focused a little too hard on the abs and arms but I think it turned out pretty good! Lemme know if you wanna see more of this kind of character art 😅

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[hells-angel]

A Decade

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word count: 819

Warning/s: Season 15 spoiler

Summary:  A sweet reunion between the reader and Michael

Castiel and Dean were on the war room, discussing Castiel’s sudden brawl with the archangel Michael.

When someone abruptly opened the door and race down the spiral stairs.

"I came as soon as I can, where is he?" You manage to say, catching your breath from all the running and panicking.

"calm down, his not going anywhere" Dean said pointing to direction of the archangel.

"Y/N, I think he needs a little bit more time..." Cass started, Stopping you from barging in.

"no, I want to see him right now" you demand, going in on the direction of the said archangel.

Castiel made an attempt to stop you but Dean stop him. The angel glancing at him in confusion.

"let them be, it's a long overdue Reunion"

When you receive the call from Dean about Michael being freed from the cage and the archangel being held captive on the bunker, you didn't think twice to drive back to the bunker.

You were so excited to meet him again, but that adrenaline soon died down as you stop in front of the door. Thoughts suddenly flood your mind.

What if he doesn't remember you anymore or he bears a grudge against you for letting him alone in the cage for a decade.

A decade ago you met him on the form of the younger John Winchester, he was supposed to be the enemy but things happened and you two ended up meeting every time behind the Winchesters back.

Michael would take you around the world, cities to cities. It wasn't normal but it was the most fun you had ever been.

Then just one day, he disappeared, no goodbyes or whatsoever. You though he got bored and just decided to leave you.

The next and last time you met him, he was possessing the Winchesters half younger brother, Adam.

He was fighting against his brother Lucifer, that was possessing Sam. You didn't need to confirm who he was, though he was possessing a different vessel the look on his eyes and the confident aura around him just screams Michael.

And just before he fell in the pit along with Sam, your eyes had met, his eyes definitely showing how sorry he was and that's all it took for you to extend your arm and try to save him but it was all in vain.

A lot had happened since then, though it was hard for a couple of years, the constant threat of the end of the world distracted you from thinking too much of him, and soon you buried your feelings for him.

You took a deep sigh before opening the door.

"get out! I want to be alone right now" he said, his eyes cast down on the table in front of him, his hands bound together by the handcuffs.

"Michael..." You softly called, your voice close to breaking. At the sound of your voice, his head immediately whips in your direction as if he doubts himself from hearing your voice.

"Y/N" he mumbled in disbelief. He stands up and carefully made his way towards you. You look different than the last time he saw you, but the pull he felt towards you is definitely the same and probably stronger.

"is it really you?" He asked as he place his hand on your cheeks gently, making sure you won't disappear like the countless time he saw you on the cage.

He didn't even receive an answer as you suddenly tackled him for a hug, burying your face in his chest as tears fell down on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, your words muffled by his clothes.

"there's nothing to be sorry about" he replied as he pulls you closer to him as much as his bind hands can. With you on his arms was the only thing he needed right now.

"I can't even begin to imagine how much you've suffered and I didn't even do anything about it" you confessed, feeling guilty for not even trying to get him out when you, Castiel and the Winchesters let Lucifer roam free.

"You did more than enough, I heard your prayers down there..." Michael start as he slightly pulled you away from him to wipe away your tears.

"the thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me sane" he added, as he memorizes every detail on your face all over again.

"I won't let you go again" he whispered before leaning down and capturing your lips, your feelings that you tried to buried, resurfacing all over again.

"I won't go anywhere without you" you giggled after separating from his kiss.

"you won't mind if I come along right? It's not like I have other choice" a different tone of voice but in the same body said.

"of course Adam" you chuckled, though it was kind of awkward, you know you'll get used to it.

@pastelxskull

[autumn-writes-slasherfics]

Taking a breather from writing for a few hours and I'm just admiring the forest behind my garden just think of all the slasher romance scenes I could write with this place in mind (sorry that the pics are sideways) I'm taking a break from writing requests for a few days as I feel like I haven't written anything for myself in a while so sorry that deadlines are being pushed back further ❤️

[jtownraindancer]

michael x reader: lead me to the truth

[thus concludes the archangels part of my song sprint. next up is gonna be chuck, but currently torn between two different fics i drafted out for Him. for now however, here is mik’hael with white blank page. thanks for reading!]

*

He was unsure how this had happened.

Angels, particularly the Archangels, were never meant to experience such vulnerability, such fragility, such-

He could not hope to look at his kin.

He could not hope to look at his Father.

This was the ultimate betrayal, a blasphemy of which he- Commander of the Host of all Angels!- should not be partaking.

And yet-

To counteract the conflicting virtues coursing through his Grace, he would frequently try to find ways to agitate you, both feigning arrogance and brandishing his supremacy in the desolate hope that, should he successfully get you to abandon your crusade-

Perhaps then he would know peace.

Yet for reasons beyond even his comprehension, he could not restrain his rage when your eyes would be drawn elsewhere, could not contain the flaming fury filling his essence. He could not prevent himself from spewing scathing cynicism when you would coat your reports with disgust, contempt colouring your aura in fearsome scarlets and cynical blacks.

He ached for you, fire smouldering to ash whenever you would finally concede to you own hurt, cursing he and his kin with every colourful slander at your command.

As penitence, he would oft find himself seeking out your dreams, whispering hope and light into what had once been darkness, shielding you from the monsters that continued to haunt you. There were several evenings when such gestures of piety were insufficient, wings carrying him to your side to guard you until the dawn's first light.

When his attention should have been dedicated to higher duties, he could not prevent himself from listening to your songs, hymns to the earth and sky and sea and spirit a soothing balm to his increasingly restive Grace.

After several months of acquaintanceship- scarcely a breath in his Infinity- he came to accept the truth, shrouding his treachery for as long as he could.

For this, he would Fall, he had no doubt.

While Heaven may no longer hold his fealty, so long as he remained a citizen, he would respect its authority.

He held no regrets, accepting the freedom of knowing his devotion solely belonged to you, his psalms and alleluias praising only your name.

It would not be long before his wings would be ripped away, before golden ichor ran red, before the ceaselessness of his Grace would burn away into a mere smattering of stardust, mortality his final calamity.

The eventuality was somehow tolerable while in your presence, even in those nights when you would rage against his resolve towards divinity, even in those nights when his fury would blaze across the mountains, leaving nothing but ash in his wake.

Yet, somehow, when he would come home to you, casting aside his pride to plead for your forgiveness, to pray for your patience-

You were magnanimous in your mercies, humble in your assertions that you also shared the burden of sin, offering your own apologies in a jumbled cascade of benevolence and repentance.

He had fallen, thoroughly, wholeheartedly.

His faith was at your feet, your pursuits for Truth and Justice and Paradise the core of his new doctrine.

And so long as you would allow him, he would glorify your name until the very ends of Time itself.

*

[5sos-imaginations]

Could u maybe do a kidnapper Michael & it’s like when u were younger you and your friends never spoke to him so he wanted to kidnap and make u love him & the truth is u loved him the whole time (even when u were younger) your friends just didn’t let u speak to him

AN Requested by tumblr user: @mk15x  . This is loosely based off of once upon a time, one of the stories anyway. So if it seems familiar, that’s why. Also hello ???? It’s been nearly three years since I’ve been here???? I’m working the graveyard shift at work and I’m bored, so I came back to these. Also I miss creative writing. Also I’ve come back to my ATL imagines as well. If you wanna check that out. Lmao. guess I’m back ???

Warning: alcohol mention

Your POV

It was Friday night and my friends had just told me that they were going home. I groaned at the thought of being left alone, I wasn’t done yet. Why they had to leave already was beyond me, but I wanted to stay and party. I was busy dancing against some dude’s boner, and I had worked hard to get him like this, I wasn’t about to go home just yet.

“Alright, you guys go home without me!” I called, waving from the dance crowd. They turned around and broke the most sacred girl rule ever: never leave a friend behind. I was drunk, I wasn’t thinking clearly about all the things that could happen to me. All the things that were bound to happen in a room full of men on a dark Friday night. I wasn’t planning on going home with this man, I hope he knew that.

At about 2 A.M. the bar was closing and people were getting ready to go home for the night. I waited for my friends to show up because in my drunken state I had forgotten that they had already left.

“Alright, miss, it’s time to leave,” one of the bouncers told me.

“I’m w-waiting for my friennndds,” I slurred.

“I’m sure they already left, everyone’s gone.”

“Ohhhh. Right.” I nodded and hopped off my stool to go and hail a cab. Usually cabs waited close to bars at this time to catch rides. I was on my way to find one, when I saw a figure staring at me from down the sidewalk. My arms flew up to my shoulders to shield myself from the cold. In my drunken stupor, I thought I’d go check it out.

I squinted my eyes at the figure and stepped forward to get a closer look. “Hello?” I called out. I looked around, and everyone else had gone home. “Who are you?”

The figure said nothing, and it didn’t move. There was something oddly familiar about the posture, but I couldn’t remember. I wasn’t sure I could remember, even sober.

It finally moved and I took a step back in surprise, but when I caught my footing, it had disappeared. I shrugged and turned towards the street. I was sure that at some point a taxi would come pick me up. I stared at the barren street as it remained to be just that. Someone was definitely coming to get me, it’s not like they could leave me out here. Could they?

I heard faint breathing behind me and felt the warmth of their breath. I didn’t want to turn around to confront it. Maybe I had been imagining it. I stared hard at the continuously bare road with no one around. I saw a hand appear behind me from nowhere and started to stagger in an attempt to run away, but I was too drunk to do anything worthwhile. There was someone behind me, and it was too late to get away now. The hand covered my mouth and then another came around from the other side of me pinched my nose. I was out within five seconds.

When I awoke, I was in a cold damp room. I didn’t see anyone around, and by now most of the alcohol had worn off. I was still wearing my party dress, but it hadn’t been touched, so I don’t think I was taken for a sexual reason. At least I hoped so. I pushed myself up and looked around. My head was killing me, and I had no concept of the time. There were no windows, there were no doors. Only this room, and a small light that hung on the ceiling.

“Comfortable?” a voice asked from wherever he was. I was finally able to make out his figure, though faint, in a dark corner. He had the same posture as the figure from last night. It was a vague memory, but I distinctly remembered the posture. I wasn’t chained and I wasn’t tied up, but I felt uncomfortable, so I didn’t respond to his question. He let out a soft menacing chuckle. “Good.” I looked around the room for any other sign of life or previous capture and found nothing. “Don’t bother screaming,” he spoke. “The room’s soundproof.”

I squinted hard at the figure to try and make out who he was. His voice gave me an eerily familiar shiver, like I’d heard it before in different contexts. I started to get up, but my head started pounding and I fell back down to a sitting position.

“Here, your head must be killing you.” He slid a tray over to me, and for a split second I caught his appearance. Then it clicked. I knew who he was.

“Michael?” I coughed out. My throat was dry from the night before, and my headache wasn’t helping matters either.

“Not important,” he spoke as he stood up. He walked toward me, and I could finally see that it was, indeed, Michael Clifford, a boy from my past. My longest and most passionate crush I ever had. I may have dated throughout my adult life, but no one had ever come close to what he meant to me. We may have seen each other in the halls and we may have had one class together, but the feeling inside me he ignited was not a small one, and not one I could ever forget.

“Why?” was all I was able to make out.

“Also not important. Eat your eggs, love, I don’t want them to get cold.” I looked down and he had given me two ibuprofen for the pain and some scrambled eggs with milk. Hangover food. At least he was a thoughtful kidnapper. I took the ibuprofen and started to shovel the eggs in my mouth with the fork he gave me. I looked back up at him.

He smiled and turned away, back up the stairs to where I assumed he lived. I sighed and continued to eat my breakfast. When it was done, I was feeling better - hangover-wise anyway, though  I was cold, since I was in my outfit from last night. I sighed and looked around at my new place. It was dark, and a little cold, but not unbearable. I laid down on the ground and sighed. I guess this was my life now. I closed my eyes and thought back to when I knew Michael in high school.

***

“Did you see the new kid?” one of my friends, Martha, whispered to me.

“Yeah, he’s kinda cute, right?” I smiled back.

“Cute? I mean I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Look at his fringe!”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s so long, like who does he think he is?” Sandra spoje up. “Pete Urie?”

“Okay, first of all, you’ve got to pick one, because Pete Urie isn’t a real person. At least a real famous person. It’s either Pete Wentz or Brendon Urie. Second of all, who cares?”

“Whatever,” They both rolled their eyes. “If you want to hang with us, you seriously better not talk to him.”

“But’s wrong with that?” He had walked by at this point, maybe even heard us talking about him.

“I just don’t want to be associated with someone like that,” Martha sighed, continuing to walk. I stared back at him longingly. I wanted to talk to him. Even be his friend. I guess this was it.

***

I internally cringed at that thought. I can’t believe I let my friends decide who and who not to talk to, like they had any sort of say. If they were really my friends, they wouldn’t have cared. Though that is who I’m living with now, even if we’re only friends out of commonality of location. And now the boy’s a psycho, so like a lot of good that did.

I heard the door open from upstairs again. I hope he was grabbing me a blanket. He approached my room, I’m assuming through the door I didn’t know existed in the first place. He walked up to me, and grabbed my (now empty) tray. He meandered toward me, and helped me up. He lead me out of the room upstairs from where he had gone. “Where are we going?” I asked him. No response. “Are you letting me go?”

“No,” he stated promptly. He stopped walking for a second, and I stopped walking with him. He wasn’t gripping my arm very hard. I could escape if I wanted to. Though I didn’t really want to. He thought for a moment, but then continued walking with me.

“Mm. Well.” He lead me to the rest of his place, which was a house of a sort. It looked like it was once lived in quite happily, but then a tornado of frat boys just totally trashed the place. “This isn’t quite clean, actually.”

“Yeah, it’s not.” We continued walking. We reached a surprisingly neat room, and went inside, about four feet in. “Listen.” He started, looking at me. In his eyes I saw longing, but for what, I couldn’t place. “I’m in like.. Dire need of someone to clean this house.”

“Yeah, that much is obvious.”

“And I know how much women like freedom.”

“That’s a good observation.”

“So, if you cleaned for me, you could earn your freedom.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you telling me you kidnapped me because you wanted me to clean for you?”

“Well,” his hand reached up to scratch the back of his head bashfully, letting mine go. “Not entirely. The kidnapping thing was mostly to scare you.”

“That mostly worked. But why?”

“Not important-”

“A lot of things are not important it seems.” I laughed lightly at that.

“Yeah, well. What can you do. Anyway, you can stay here, or you can go to wherever you live, I don’t really care. Just, make sure you’re here every day.”

“So are you going to help me or something?”

“I don’t really know honestly. Didn’t think I’d get that far.”

“So you’re not going to pay me?” I asked him.

“No.”

“So what’s stopping me from just, never coming back?”

“Your undying love for me?” I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued on, interrupting what I was going to say. “Nothing, actually. You don’t have to earn your freedom. You can leave for all I care.”

“Yeah?”

“Just try not to fall in love with me if you come back again,” he said quietly, laughing to himself. He turned to walk away, but I spoke up before he could leave.

“Too late,” I muttered.he heard me, it seemed, as he stepped dead in his tracks. I looked around for something comfortable to put on, since I was still cold. Seriously, did he not have heat in this place? I found a hoodie lying on the floor and put it on, covering my hands in the sleeves like paws.

“What was that?”

I shrugged and sat down on the bed. “I can’t not fall in love with you, I’ve been in love with you. Since we were like 16.”

“Wait, wh-what the fuck? But you’ve-” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’ve never given me the time of day! Back then, since then.”

“Yeah, well. I’m nervous around people I find attractive. And my friends didn’t want me to, and I didn’t have a backbone to stand up to them.”

“You,” he took another breath, this one shallow. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know more than you think.” I stood up, and stared back at him. “That sounds creepier than I meant it to be, but it’s true. I’ve always wanted to get to know you.”

“Then,” he took a step closer to me. “This was all for nothing?”

“All for nothing? I thought you said you kidnapped me to scare me.”

“Well, yeah. I said that. But that was mostly because I was regretting it. Originally, I was going to make you fall in love with me.”

“Mmm. Not really helping your case there, bud.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t do that.”

“A good choice.”

“So,” he sighed, somehow nearer to me than he was before. “You’re actually in love with me.”

“Yep. As it was established.”

“So, are we going to do anything about it?”

“Like what?” I was also getting closer to him. We were now only about six inches apart. The only thing around was a bookcase with antique dishware on them.

“Oh you know,” he smiled. I could feel his breath on me, and my heartbeat started to pick up. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, smiling at me. “I like my hoodie on you.”

“Thanks,” I smiled shyly. “It’s comfy.”

“It suits you.” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in for a kiss. I glanced down at his lips, my heart rate skyrocketing, then met him halfway. My hands went up to rest at the nape of his neck, playing with his overdyed hair, while his rested on my cheeks. I deepened the kiss, and he pushed me against the bookcase with more force than he was intending, causing a cup to fall to the ground. We both pulled apart to the sound of glass breaking.

“Fuck,” he gasped, breathless. He bent down to pick up the cup, then stood tall, knowingly close to me. “He fell.”

“He?”

“This whole tea set has a personality. My mom was all about that shit. This teacup is the son of that teapot right there. I can’t remember the cup’s name, but I remember the pot’s name was Mrs. Pots.”

“Chip.”

“Chip?” he looked at me expectantly.

“Like from the movie. You know, Beauty and the Beast?”

“Oh yeah!” He smiled again, and I immediately wanted his face to show nothing but that. “Chip,” he smiled contently.

[shadowwallxx]

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[snapmydisk]

So the smash intro meme is popular now and I had an idea of Michael and the reader being clipped together and getting a header like “cute couple in denial” because they aren’t dating but everyone thinks they should be because they are a cute couple

“Have you seen this?!” you asked, showing Michael thememe someone had set as your monitor background. You could see him trying not tolaugh but quickly straightened his face when he saw the angry look on yours.

“I don’t agree with the caption, but it is kinda funny…andit’s a good Photoshop,” he added. You scowled and picked up your coffee cup foran excuse to leave the office.

“Hey Mrs Jones!” Gavin teased as you stepped out of thedoor.

You raised the cup menacingly “Do not think it below meto use this as a knuckle duster.”

“It’s why you two make such a good couple,” he grinned.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you reached the coffeemachine, no one else to capitalise on the ‘cute couple’ title you and Michaelhad somehow been awarded. It couldhave been the extremely drunk Christmas party but you would be amazed if anyone remembered it.

“Y/N, don’t let them stress you out,” Jack gently said.

“They’re not, I just don’t know where they got the ideafrom!” you argued.

“Wow you really don’t remember the Christmas party doyou?” he laughed. Suddenly you decided you didn’t want to know what had happened.

[bluedreamkhaleesis]

Imagine telling your father Dean that you're going to marry Michael because you two are in love.

[imaginesupernaturalxreader]

Imagine

Michael vient de t'embrasser... Michael just kiss you...

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 10

~January 2010~

“Damn it.” 

It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, but nothing was ever truly simple. You limp back into the motel room, dropping onto the bed. You’ve definitely got a bruise, probably broke a rib, but you’re too sore to check and too exhausted to worry about it. 

“Ten minutes.” 

You certainly need more, but for now that’ll have to be enough. 

“You’re hurt.” 

You jolt upright, immediately pulling the gun out from under your pillow. You should have known that after that first encounter he would show up again. Your hand is on the trigger. 

“Move an inch and I’ll blow your freaking head off.” 

“I already told you, I won’t harm you.”

“I’m sorry, I should just take your word for it. You do seem like a trusting person.” 

“No need to apologize.” 

For a moment you think he’s joking, but from his expression it’s clear he has no idea what sarcasm is. You narrow your eyes. 

“Get out.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Why not chuckles.” 

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“My name is Michael.” 

You sigh, because you can already tell this entire conversation is going to be exhausting. 

“Listen, I don’t care if you’re Zac freaking Efron, get the hell out of my motel!!” 

“But you’re hurt.” 

“Well you standing there isn’t exactly helping.” 

He takes a step and you steady your hand. 

“I’m not going to say it again.” You warn. 

He doesn’t look happy, for a moment you think he does plan to leave, but you blink and he’s in front of you. Cursing, you try to fire a shot, but he grabs your gun, pulling it easily out of your hands. Before you can fire an attack, he places a hand on your shoulder, pushing you onto the bed. You’re startled, because his strength is no joke. 

He’s only using one hand and it doesn’t seem like he’s even breaking a sweat. You kick at his chest, but he doesn’t even blink or budge. You’re fighting with all you have but it does nothing. When he makes a grab at the bottom of your shirt, you panic. It dawns on you that he can do whatever he wants and you won’t be able to fight him off. Your stomach drops and the pain in your body, doubled with your situation, makes you whimper. 

“S-Stop p-please stop..” 

You’ve never begged, not once in your life. Even when you were being tortured, you’d withstand just about anything. 

All at once he stops and it makes you do the same, you just stare at him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You hate that you’re showing weakness, but you were terrified. You’ve never met a being this strong, this different. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you.” 

You almost want to believe it. This time when he places his hand on your side, you still flinch, out of instinct. The second he makes contact, all of your injuries seem to vanish. The ache that was once on your side is nonexistent. You look down, stunned. 

You feel good as new. 

Michael pulls back, releasing you completely. 

“You should take better care of yourself.” 

That’s all he says. 

You hear the distinct flapping of wings before he’s gone. 

That day, you thought you imagined it all. Angels weren’t supposed to be real, much less run around healing hunters. 

You of all people. 

Nothing makes sense. 

With a shaky breath, you slowly climb off the bed, reaching for your gun. Your intention is to pack up and get out of there. 

For the next month or so you’re back on the road, running cases, trying not to get shot, the usual Winchester way. 

One particular encounter with a nest of vampires has left you wanting to become vegetarian. You shiver as you open the door to your motel. You can use a nap, maybe a shower. There’s definitely a bit of blood on your jacket. 

Locking your door, you place down your bag, yawning. When you open your eyes the dark haired guy now standing in front of you makes you jolt. 

“Son of bitch!! What the hell!! Can’t you appear like a normal person!” 

His eyes narrow. 

“I’m not a normal person. I’m an archangel.” 

Oh how you wish you could get an angel with a normal understanding of the world. It’s tiring explaining these things to him. 

“Nevermind, just, from now on, knock before you come, or at least use the freaking door. “ 

Wait a second, that almost sounds like an invitation to stop by again. You catch yourself, eyes moving to your bag. 

“Your weapons won’t work on me, I’ve told you already, you have no reason to be afraid.”

“Excuse me if I’m not the most trusting. You really expect me to believe that after all these years of me fighting vicious monsters, demons, ghosts and who knows what else, angels which by the way apparently are real, suddenly care about my life. Yeah, you’ll have to do better than that, buddy.” 

You pick up the bag with every intention to get the hell out of there. 

“You have grace.” 

Your hand stops on the door knob. You turn to him slowly. 

“What did you say?” 

He takes a step. 

“Grace. Every angel is created with it. It shouldn’t be possible to harness, not for humans, but you have it within you, somehow you were born with it. When it first appeared, I felt it.” 

That first time, how could you forget. You’d scared your date shitless. 

“Why the hell would the angels care if I have this supposed grace.” 

“They don’t typically, but I sensed something within you, something the other angels can’t grasp. Your grace, it makes you vulnerable, a walking target especially to monsters. I’m here to ensure that doesn’t happen. That’s why I must protect you.” 

You want to deny his claim but that light you’d seen in your eyes, it’s very similar to the glow you saw when you were able to see his true form. He could be lying to you, but so far he’s helped you twice already and asked for nothing in return but your safety. You can’t say you completely trust him, but his abilities would come in handy. Maybe you can use this to your advantage. It’s not like you have your brothers anymore. Not that you’re ever planning to go back. 

“Fine, you can stick around.” 

“That’s a smart choice.” 

“Don’t be a smart ass. I’m just tired of you popping up like a freaking jack in the box all the time. If the monsters don’t get me I’m sure your freaking houdini powers will give me a heart attack.” 

“I don’t understand the reference, but I’ll refrain from appearing suddenly.” 

“You angels sure are dense.” 

“I assure you that nothing inside me is dense.” 

You sigh. 

This will be a trip.

[official-michael-afton]

Random Aesthetically Pleasing Scenarios

A hazy summer afternoon, we're on a boardwalk overlooking the coast, the waves splashing in the distance and seagulls squawking overhead. We're sitting in front of a homemade fudge shop, enjoying a cone of gelato. Our tongues are bright colors. We have hoodies on, since the ocean breeze and gelato are cooling us off and the sun isn't on us anymore. In our hoodie pockets are small plushies we won in the nearby arcade. We decide to catch the Ferris wheel once we finish our snack so we can get a better view of the sunset.

We're in a small wooded area, walking alongside a creek. We grab some big sticks to use as walking sticks... or swords if we so choose. We pick up cool rocks we find and stick them in our pockets to take home, and climb on any boulders we find along the way. Leaves crunch under our feet and we decide to build a fort out of branches and rocks. We try to cross the creek at one point, but I totally miscalculate a step and fall into the ankle-deep water. We get a good laugh out of it, and spend the rest of our day with our fort adventures. At one point one of us punches a tree and remarks "It's just like Minecraft!"

It's a cool summer night, and we're sitting in front of a camp fire and just staring up at the stars. We talk about anything and everything, and hardly seem aware that we're doing it, it just feels that natural. I'm trying to name as many constellations as I can, and you're keeping a hawk's eye out for shooting stars. We end the night with "When did it get to be 2am???"

I grab your hand and start running. The train is about to leave the station and I race us to the front car, making it in right before the doors close. We make it to the front of the train so we can look at the surroundings all around us. The train goes and we marvel at every single building that passes, just appreciating all of the different types of lives and architecture that pass us by. The city skyline sparkles in the distance, slowly getting closer as we approach Center City. We remark how we feel like we're in some Ghibli film with how much we're romanticizing a simple train ride. We accidentally miss our stop.

We're spending a rainy day inside, sipping hot cocoa and binging video games. Thunder cracks in the distance and we watch the sky flash in awe. After some video games we put on some music. We start a dance party in our socks. At one point I slip and fall, we both get a laugh out of that. After tiring ourselves out we just sprawl out on the couch, lazily munching on snacks. Snuggles are inevitable. We start counting the seconds between lightning flash and thunder boom.

[rtscrobbles]

hmm maybe a "you always this quiet" with shy reader and michael jones

Sweeping your hair behind your ears, you lower your head and walk towards the office. You hated making eye-contact, it always made you anxious. Not only that, but you were always scared to open your mouth to even make a comment because of things that happened in your past. People told you to just “get over it” but you couldn’t. There was still an invisible force preventing you from speaking, even if that’s what your job entices.

You had gotten an internship with Achievement Hunter, you had mixed emotions about it but over-all you loved it. Everyone understood that you very rarely spoke and respected that; they left you alone. You were asked to fill in Trevor’s place in this week’s AHWU. You were so used to working behind the camera that this was just way out of your comfort zone and you couldn’t say no because your boss asked you and you felt like you’d just be disappointing him by saying no. Though, everyone was so encouraging and excited for you.

“Hey Y/N!” A loud voice greets, waving at you.

You lift your head up and give Michael a solemn, polite smile. You hadn’t had much interaction with him at all due to being completely segregated from the main six but still within the same office complex but you also made an effort to avoid unnecessary chitchat.

“Everything okay?” Michael questions, tilting his head to the side with a concerned look. You nod, giving him a weak smile before brushing past him. You wish you could just tell him – someone – that you didn’t know to respond to anything. Still, you could feel Michael’s concern radiating from him.

“Y/N,” He stops you in your path, “Are you always this quiet? Is something wrong?”

You wanted to cry; another thing you hated was confrontation. You just broke down sobbing, right in front of him. You hated yourself, so god damn weak..

Michael kneels down in front of you, unsure of what to do to. “Y/N, I-I’m sorry if I said anything wrong – I didn’t mean to…” Guilt laced his voice as he watched you.

“It’s okay,” You give him a weak smile, wiping away your tears.

“Holy shit you do speak!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, anyone else you would be offended but the way Michael said it just made you happy and comfortable. He helps you up and wipes away any tears that you missed.

“Michael?”

“Yeah?”

“C-could you be on AHWU with me today… I don’t want to do it alone and well, I’d feel slightly better with you,”

“No problem!” He smiles, walking you into the main Achievement Hunter office.

[autumn-writes-slasherfics]

Quick lil headcannons for yall whilst I have time

Q. How would the slashers react to there s/o asking them to grow out their beards

Jason

He would be confused why you want that but sure why not

At first it's fine a bit of stubble here and there but not a full beard yet

After a while it's growing pretty well but it's hard for him to put on his mask so he wants to shave it off but you negotiate with using his old potato sack instead

After some negotiation with him you both agreed that he would wear the sack but you have to read to him every night (he loves to hear you read)

The beard itself isn't much but it's still a manly one

Michael

Two words NO WAY

He will refuse no matter how many times you beg

He does however consider stubble but nothing else

You give up and agree on the stubble if it means you can see a tiny bit of facial hair

In a way it makes him hotter and more rugged than he already is

You do hate how rough it is tho

Bubba

But... But he's baby why would you ask such a thing you monster ¡o¡

Nevertheless he agrees if it makes you happy

For bubba his no shave season went pretty quick mainly coz he forgot to do it in the first place

In about 2 weeks he had a little bit of fluff

You then realised how bad of an idea this was and demanded that he shaved

He's now never aloud to have a beard

[5sosxtrashx]

Officer’s Daughter part 10

It was all a fog from this morning. All i knew now was i was in a dark room that didn’t even have a window to provide a glimpse of light. I began to sit myself up but i was bounded with rope. 

“HELP!!! HELP!!!”

I kept moving around and rolled around the floor in hopes to find a wall to lean on but this room seemed endless. My heart kept racing as i kept rolling on the floor like a dog. 

“god help me”

The room was so quite that it was deafening. I was slowly going insane in this darkness for it felt hours that i have been locked in here when it could be only minutes, who knows. 

“Y/n”

i stayed quite for a while thinking who this person could possibly be but the voice’s owner kept slipping through my mind.

“Y/n are you awake?”

Victoria.

“Y/N”

I refused to answer her and remained quite in my dark room. The heels of her shoes kept clicking on the cold floor as she appeared to getting closer to me. I could feel her lingering over me while tapping her foot. It was all quite until she began to kick my sides. I refused to show her how much pain she was causing me so i stayed silent through each blow. 

“Wow you take it like a champ just like your little boyfriend”

“FUCK YOU”

She began to cackle as i began to get defensive towards him

“want to hear a little story about your hubby Y/n?”

I so do want to know but not from the mouth of this serpent. If only i could see her so she could see the pure hatred i have for her. 

“Well let’s begin from the very beginning”

I couldn’t see her but i could tell she was smiling as she began to talk about Michael.

“It was a long time ago before your lover was born actually. I knew his father for he use to work for my dad selling out drugs and illegal weapons. They were very very wealthy for the amount they were able to sell to gangs and other people”

She then kicked my stomach again which made me heave a bit for the air that i so badly needed. 

“So his father was actually suppose to marry me and since he was my father’s right hand man and i was next in line for my dad’s business but couldn’t run it alone. BUT”

Again another kick but this time in the back of my head

“his father had a different idea and impregnated his mom behind all of our backs. To bad for him since my dad found out and well promised to keep them safe if and only if the child works for us indefinitely.”

I then felt her cold fingers brush through my face, cresting it softly as she began to whisper

“Thing is Mikey’s dad didn’t want that for his son so my daddy went on to assassinate him and his mother. though Mikey’s dad isn’t so dumb and killed my father before we were able to get to them.”

She then slapped me across the face and i felt a hot liquid coming down my nose and hitting the floor.

“They were in hiding for a while until my men found them. At that time Michael was probably 12 and we took the parents so he would have to do our bidding. It was hard since he didn’t want to follow our leads but every time he didn't well his parents would have something cut or chopped off them. When i’m in a good mood maybe a little baby punishment”

This whole story couldn’t be real it just didn’t make sense to me. 

“So michael is doing all this since you have his parents captured... has he even seen them after” “of course he has i’m not that mean sweetie.”

She made me want to gag.

“why am i here?”

Veronica began to laugh as if it wasn’t obvious why i was truly there.

“two reasons sweet heart... first, Michael has begun to get to cocky and he needs to know i’m still in control and secondly, well you were quite a bitch when i was engaged to your father.”

after that gave her last strong kick which made me spit out some blood before she left me alone once more in the room . 

My mind kept racing from the utter pain i was feeling but also the idea of michael was practically her slave for what his father has done. My body was in pain but not as much as my heart was for him. Though, Veronica doesn’t know one thing and that is that we aren’t together. How would he know i was taken, would he care? 

A couple tears trickled down my cheek as i lay on the cold floor all bloody and hurt. I don’t know how long i have been there but the longer i stayed in the silent dark room i felt myself slowly drift away in a very deep slumber. 

Part 9

[ladymogar-archive]

Could you do the jealous kiss with Michael? Btw, you are just so swell!! Lol (:

“That guy has been staring you down all night.” Michael grumbles. 

“And I’ve been talking to you all night.” You point out, kissing his cheek right quick. “Don’t worry, babe, you’re the only one for me.”

“I know, I just don’t like when people are rude.” He shakes his head. The two of you worked your way around the RT party, meeting new employees who worked in other departments while also running into good friends. While you were talking to Mica and Ashley, Michael passed his drink to you.

“I gotta pee, I’ll be right back, okay?” You nod and wave him off, turning back to talk to the girls. Burnie calls Ashley over and you and Mica are alone when a guy walks over.

“Hey, I’m Jacob, from Live Action. Just got hired a month ago.” He holds out a hand. You and Mica shake hands with him, introducing yourselves and chatting. It wouldn’t have been a bad conversation...if he weren’t ignoring Mica.

“Oh, hey, Michael!” Mica greets, too energetic and happy: clearly ready to leave the current conversation. You turn around to greet Michael too when you’re pulled into a kiss.

You really wish your hands were free as Michael kisses you but instead you just cling to the bottles and focus on his lips on yours. Michael cradles your head with both hands, fingers tangled in your hair. When he finally pulls away, you have to work a bit to catch your breath, even as he takes his drink back from you and winks.

“Well, that’s one way to get rid of him.” Mica comments, watching Jacob storm off.

“He was the one staring at you all night.” Michael explains, grabbing you ‘round the waist and pulling you closer to him.

“He was kinda creepy.” You agree.

“I don’t think you have to worry, with Michael watching out for you.” Mica says.