It's Not A Ask Or Anything But I Just Wanna Say That I Really Enjoy Your Work And Even Thoug U Say That

It's not a ask or anything but I Just wanna say that i really enjoy your work and even thoug u say that your write is cringe , i Love It (Sorry for any mistake, english is not my First lenguage, Hope u understand what i wrote )

I am fine if it isn't an ask. Thank you for enjoying my work and think that it isn't cringe. And I completely understood what you wrote ♥️

Hi! What about one where Sam, Dean and cas are "fighting" each other to have their boyfriend attention?

I love this idea ❤️️ and idk why, but I kinda find polyamory relationship fluffs adorable 

Give Us Attention

Your three boyfriends’ voices echo throughout the bunker as they have been ‘fighting’ for the past hour or so about who gets your attention.

“I haven’t seen him in days!” Cas.

“That’s because you’ve been gone doing your angel shit!” Dean.

“You’ve had more attention the time we’ve been here since the hunt days ago!” Sam.

You slam your head against the table, making the brothers and angel shut up. 

They then surround you, seeing if you’re okay, if there’s something wrong, if they can get you anything.

Perching your head up and leaning back in your seat, “I’m good, you three are fighting for my attention, and I’d love some greasy food and a beer.”

Their voices go over each other as they confirm what you want.

“Race ya!” Dean yells, fishing his keys out of his pocket and running out of the library and to the garage, Sam right behind him.

Cas disappears and reappears with your food and drink. “Cas won!” You stand up to have Cas’ hands rest on your hips and yours playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck

Groans in the distance come clearer as the brothers drag themselves back into the room.

“Cas hasn’t had my attention for a little while as the two of you had plenty has we’ve been researching and shit.” 

Cas smiles proudly at them. “But,” his proud smile slowly turns into a frown, “the three of you have been kinda annoying with of who gets my attention.”

Dean throws a tiny tantrum and whines on the spot like a kid not getting something he wants. Sam has his head tilted back, a groan escaping from him. And Cas, his head is dropped to your shoulder.

“Sort this shit out nicely or I’m not giving any of you attention for two months.”

Hii, so, i Just read your Michael fic and now i need more Michael things, so, could you write one where Michael and cas( the other love of my life) start to have a crush in the same boy, but they don't know How to handle their feelings, and cas gets confuse and michael thinks the reader cursed him, but in some moment they start to compete for the reader attention and get jealous of him with the other angel, you can chouse How It ends. ( And your writing have improved a lot, u r doing amazing)

Hey! Cas is also the love of my life, along with so many other characters from other fandoms, some from Supernatural, too. Thank you for the bracket saying at the end. I guess my writing has improved a bit

Shared Feelings

“I swear to Father, he has cursed me with something as I wasn’t looking.” Michael says to himself, expecting no one else to listen, but his brother, Cas, heard what he said.

“I assure you, brother, (Y/N) has not cursed you with anything. Why would you think that?” Cas puts down the recommended book from you down.

“I am feeling love towards the human.”

“I do, too.”

Michael glares at his brother. He then says, “Are you confused on your feelings for the human?”

A simple nod is his answer.

The moment you walk into the lounge of your apartment, the angels are quiet.

Dumping your body on the couch, you lean your head back against the back rest, your eyes closed. 

The angels are now sitting on both sides of you.

Straightening your head and opening your eyes, you look side to side to the angels having some sort of loving look on their faces.

You turn the TV on to have the news playing before you grip the angels’ jaws in both hands and move their heads towards the TV.

Second pass to have Cas’ hand intertwined with yours.

Michael has noticed, discomfort going through his body.

You notice the feeling going through his body as his body is now basically over the armrest.

Thinking of before you were going to enter the lounge and remembering their conversation about you, you had thought that they wouldn’t like you back.

You grab Michael’s hand to pull him back against your side.

You shift to have your head leaning against his shoulder. “I like the both of you. You don’t need to fight over me or fight for my attention. Just do something and don’t be scared.”

Cas has a soft smile as for Michael, he has a big smile and his cheeks tinted pink. He nuzzles his cheek against your head.

Cas lets go of your hand to rest his head in your lap, yourself beginning to play with his hair. “He cursed you with his love.” Cas mumbles, yourself being confused.

A hit on his head comes along with his brother saying, “Shut up.”

Hey, if you want could you write another imagine for Ghost Rider (Johnny Blaze)? Maybe where the reader’s in a fight she can’t handle and the Rider comes in and saves her last minute?

Hey! Of course I can another Ghost Rider! :p 

Saved By The Walking Fire Stick

“On my way to kill some guys doing illegal shit.” You sing as you skip towards the group of baddies (obviously -_-).

“Hello.” The group turns to you holding out your lucky gun. It releases a bullet and into one of their heads. “Goodbye.”

More guys come out of the abandoned warehouses, all sorts of weapons in each other’s hands.

“Oh, shit.” Should’ve brought more ammo, dumbass.

With the amount of ammo you have, you manage to get roughly around a third of the group down.

You start to beat some away with the ammo-less weapon.

Quickly remembering, you have some spare bullets in the pockets of your pants.

Chains grab the attention of the group, yours as well. 

The metal chains wrap around a side of the men, their bodies burning to a crisp and crumbling to the ground once released.

The rest of the group scatter, pushing each other out of the way to run the opposite direction.

You throw your gun towards Rider, him catching it. His lower jaw moves up as if he’s smiling, which he is.

“I had it! I had extra ammo.”

He grunts back in response.

“I just remembered it was in my pocket.”

Walking towards him, he has your gun extended out for you to take back, which you do.

Continuing to walk, you see his bike parked next to yours.

You see your small bullet bag hanging off the side of your bike. “Motherfuck!” 

You watch Rider hop onto his bike, the chains wrapped around his shoulders and across his chest and back.

“Leave me alone! Just get your flaming ass back to the house.”

Snack and Movie Time - Gar x M!Reader

Age: 3-4 Summary: You are like Gar, a shapeshifter, and the Titans decide to have a movie night. It’s past your bedtime, but Gar lets you join ‘cause why not?

Waddling into the kitchen, you transform into a monkey to climb up onto the counter. Your tail opens the pantry door and reaches for a packet of biscuits.

“What are you doing, Monkey?” Your brother’s voice gives you a fright.

You turn on the counter with your tail behind your back, trying to hide the biscuits. “(Y/N).” Gar says in a soft, stern voice. A small whine escapes from you as you look to your left, your head casted down and your lips being pouty.

Gar walks to you and uncurls your tail from the bag being a little tightened. “I’ll let you join us for movie night.” Your head perks up, a smile on your face.

Gar grabs a box of Cheez-It from the pantry and a bottle of juice from the fridge. “Your juice?” He nods, getting your preferred drink out of the fridge before shutting. 

He lets your tail wrap around it. He holds his arm out for you to grip onto with your free hand. Once your feet land on the ground, you trail behind your brother. 

As soon as you’re in the lounge, Rachel greets you, “Hey, Monkey.” You let loose your snacks to climb up her body. A arm of hers is rested under your butt, letting you sit on it. Your legs settle around her waist and an arm over her shoulder.

Gar picks up your snacks to put them on the table in front of the couch. You make grabby hands towards him, making him grab you out of Rachel’s hold. “Is he staying with us?” She asks.

“Yeah. I think he’s been having trouble staying asleep.”

The three of you sit on the couch to wait for Kory and Dick. In the little meantime, you transform back to normal and have some of Gar’s help to put some underwear on.

Kory walks in and smiles at you, you return it with a small wave.

Everyone starts to yell at Dick to hurry up. “Want to go get him?” Gar asks. “Yeah.” You nod. 

You quickly strip out of your underwear to transform into a grizzly bear cub. Waddling on your hind legs to Dick’s room, you manage to reach and open the door with your paws.

Dick turns around after slipping on a hoodie to see a small, green bear cub. “Hey, (Y/N). I’m guessing Gar’s letting you join us for movie night.” A small roar becomes his answer.

He picks you up on the way out. You start to do little roars as if you’re really talking to him.

“Okay, Monkey, change back.” Gar says as you and Dick enter the lounge. Letting you down, you waddle towards your brother, transforming back to normal and slipping your underwear back on.

Gar sits you on his lap as the movie is one of the Men in Black movies.

Either a quarter or half way into the movie, you’d fallen asleep, your head against Rachel’s and your legs kicking against Gar’s side.

Hey! I had this Winchester sister (13 or 14) one where she gets beat up pretty badly in school and she’s sitting outside bleeding with cuts and bruises on her face and she’s just smoking and Gabriel is like hey what happend? And he takes the cigarette off her and is like have this lollipop instead?:)

*rubs hands together* You got it

Lollipop Smoker

The wind makes the small cuts on your face sting a little. You tug on your jacket as goosebumps and a shiver covers your body.

“So glad it’s the weekend.” You mumble to yourself.

A ding from your phone makes you take it out to see what the notification is. Text from Bean; We’re gonna be an hour late. Sorry, baby x

I’ll be waiting

You put your phone away to take out a cigarette and a lighter. Sticking the cigarette in your mouth, you light it up.

“What happened to you, sugar?” Immediately, you know it’s your trickster archangel. 

He takes in the view of the bruises and cuts on your face; your right eye swollen, a split lip, small cuts scattered all over your place, and two or three other bruises.

“Pricks,” is your answer before taking a puff of the cigarette and releasing the smoke out to the pouring rain.

Gabe sits next to you and takes the cigarette out of your fingers. You can’t be bothered to take it back.

Something sticky pokes at your lips. You figured it’s your favourite lollipop. “Have your lollipop.”

You take it and lean your head against his shoulder, his head now leaned against yours. “Bean and Sammy are gonna be an hour out.”

“Do they know about the pricks?”

“Yeah. They talked to the principal and (he/she) talked to the pricks and to stop. They get the chance when they do.”

“Just say my name and I’ll come to help you.”

“Thanks, Guppy.”