#holy fuck I wanna get their account taken back down but then I'd just get trapped in the same loop forever

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y'all wanna hear the most insane thing EVER. do you remember the crazy person who last week was threatening to get my entire Etsy shop taken down to "do right by Taylor" after they actually did steal from me and had their Etsy perma-banned as a consequence? and felt I had to sort-of play nice and offer to get their account re-instated if they stopped stealing from me, so that I didn't have to deal with literally suing them if they got my whole shop deleted for lying about copyright? yeah well! I got their account back up and you know what they fucking said to me!!!

"I really appreciate your assistance on this. I'm very good with using Etsy, so if you'd like to hire someone to manage your shop I have good rates"

ARE YOU FUCKINGGGGGGGGJSGKDHKJ

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Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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21) Blind date set up by friends

It’s stupid, Steve decided.

He was perfectly happy being single, and he’d told Robin as much– more often than he cared to remember, honestly. Robin being Robin, though, had (of course) taken matters into her own capable hands because quote-unquote ‘you, my dear friend, need to get laid, asap.’

And while Steve agreed, because yeah, it had been that long (that was another thing he didn’t wanna think about), he didn’t quite feel like getting into the whole romance-relationship-inevitable-heartbreak-thing right now. Because, again, he was perfectly happy.

Steve chewed the inside of his cheek as he sank back further into the car seat, thinking, trying to remember what Robin had told him on the phone. He was supposed to meet this guy, a photographer, or whatever, in a restaurant, and he would wait for him in a booth, wearing a white button-down shirt. She’d met him some ago (Steve supposed she’d told him where but, yeah…) and thought he was fun.

What was his name again? Steve wondered, eyeing the building. To be fair, it did look kinda nice, and he would probably make it out of this date in one piece and alive.

He caught a glimpse of his watch. Yup, he was now officially running late. Great, just great.

Steve sighed and checked his appearance in the rearview mirror (he’d made an effort, not too much but enough). He dusted off his pants and got out of the car. No turning back now, he thought as he entered the restaurant and let his gaze wander across the room. Sure enough, there was a guy fitting the description: sitting alone in a booth (check) and wearing a white button-down shirt (also, check).

Steve felt his heart rate pick up as he (slowly) made his way over to the table, taking some time to inspect his date. He was… handsome, smoking hot, actually. His hair was short and dark blond, he had just the right amount of facial hair, and damn, that tan! He was perfect.

(Steve made a mental note to send Robin a gift or maybe a fruit basket for setting him up on a date with an actual God.)

“Hey,” Steve said, stopping in front of the table. “I’m Steve.”

The guy, who apparently had been working, looked up from his papers and raised a brow. “Hi Steve…?” he said, tilting his head. He seemed to be waiting for something. An explanation probably.

“Uhm, I’m sorry I’m late.” Steve cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, I’m just not… good at this thing, you know… it’s actually my first time.” He bit his lower lip when he felt some heat rising to his cheeks. (Also, why did the guy stare at him like that? Was there something on his face?!)

“… right.” The guy leaned back and furrowed his brow as he studied Steve. “Well, I’m-”

“Hey, sorry for the wait.” A waitress appeared next to Steve. She, too, raised a brow at him (what the hell…) then shot the guy a quick smile. “The usual, Billy? And… who’s your friend?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Billy nodded. “That’s Steve, he’ll have the same.”

“Oh, okay.” Max shrugged and smiled at Steve, “Be right back.”

“Sure…” Steve blinked.

What the hell is going on here… Steve plopped down on a chair, watching his date collecting the papers he’d been working on and neatly putting them away in his briefcase.

“You’re a weird one, pretty boy,” Billy chuckled. “I like it.”

“I’m not-” wait, pretty boy? “… not weird,” Steve muttered. “What were you working on, by the way? You’re… an accountant, maybe?” (And wasn’t he supposed to be a photographer?)

“Pretty sure I’m an attorney,” Billy said, bemused.

Their food arrived a moment later, sparing Steve from answering. He must’ve gotten some things mixed up; that was the only logical explanation. (He just hoped Billy wouldn’t tell Robin because she’d never let him hear the end of it.)

“What do you do?”

“Uhm, I work at Scoops Ahoy… for now, anyway. I’m not planning to stay there forever,” Steve replied, before taking a bite from his sandwich. “You eat here often?”

Billy hummed. (Damn him for looking sexy while eating a sandwich and fries!) “The redhead is my little sister,” he shrugged and shot Steve a lopsided smirk. “Scoops, huh… that’s the one with the pretty sailor uniforms, right?

Steve smacked his lips. Shit.

“Oho, I was right!” Billy laughed, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright. It’s true.” Steve rolled his eyes. “They’re ridiculous, and I know shorts aren’t supposed to be long, duh, but… they’re just so damn short.”

“I might have to see that for myself,” Billy grinned and quickly produced a post-it from his briefcase, scribbling down some numbers before sliding it over to Steve. “I’d love to stay, honestly, but I still have some work to do. I’ll be home by 7; call me then, okay? I can’t wait to see these… damn short shorts of yours.”

Billy winked at him as he got to his feet and pointed at their plates. “I got it, by the way.”

“Oh! Uh-” Steve opened his mouth to say something, but the words died on his lips when Billy leaned down to peck his cheek.

“Later, pretty boy,” he whispered.

Steve blinked, his eyes darting between their empty plates and the post-it with Billy’s number on it.

Holy. Shit.

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“So, how did it go with Jonathan? You two hit it off?”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Jonathan? Your date?!”

“But his name’s Billy?”

“What the- NO?! His name is Jonathan!”

“Well… shit, that’s awkward.”

“STEVE!”

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4 years later

Steve buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“It’s not that funny!”

“But it iiiis,” Max wheezed, tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks.

Steve put his hands on his hips. At this point, even Billy was shaking with laughter, and Steve wanted to be mad at him, kinda, but damn, he just couldn’t find it in him. So, instead, he settled with rolling his eyes at both of them.

“I shouldn’t have told you; you two are the worst.”

“Aww, baby!” Billy chuckled and pulled Steve into his lap. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I remember it so well, and you were so cute but so weird. Coming up to my table like that, talking about your first time doing… whatever…? Stevie, it was the weirdest fucking thing ever, believe me.”

“I hate you.”

“Nah, you really don’t,” Billy said, gently pushing their noses together, grinning. “You really, really don’t.”