What About One Where Michael ( In Dean Or Adam) Is Like " I Hate Humans They Are Disgusting" But When

What about one where Michael ( in Dean or Adam) is like " i hate humans they are disgusting" but when It comes for his s/o he is like * blushing hard * " i love you babyboy/girl, you are royalty to me and you are my prince/princess"

Can I have a partner that does this? Or something similar to it? 🥺

Humans Are Disgusting, But My Partner Isn’t

Michael’s body shudders as if he felt a spider crawled up his leg as he continues to see people walk past him.

He’s leaning against the space between two connected shops as he’s waiting for you. 

You’re currently in a store, trying to find something.

Michael sighs, tired of waiting for you outside. He goes into the store to find you at the other end of it.

“Come on, baby. You’ve been in here for 10 minutes.”

“And I said I was gonna be roughly around 15.” You don’t take your attention off the shelves.

“Roughly, aye?” (I am so fucking sorry, that just popped into my head as I re-read the fic...)

“I’m gonna get my angel blade and I’m gonna make it be rough with you in the stomach.”

Immediately, he quietens down. He then groans whilst wrapping his arms around your body from behind.

“Come on, I love you, baby boy, but I have some things to do and you know that I find these humans disgusting.”

You turn your head to give him a raised eyebrow. His cheeks are tinted pink, going to a darker colour.

“You are the only human I do not find disgusting. You are royalty to me and you are my prince.”

Grabbing the thing you needed, you paid for the object and out of the store you and your angel boyfriend are.

When no one’s looking, he zaps the two of you back to the abandoned building you’re staying at.

As he’s at the table, his back to you, you throw a pen at his head, himself turning to look down at the pen, then at you, who’s resting in the love-seat.

“You’re lucky I love you, angel.”

Hello! Could you please write one where misha and his boyfriend are cuddling and misha is playing with his hair while telling him stories of his life. All I need is this man to hold and love me 🥺

Hello! I can write this for you :p but idk what to write with the stories of his life, so I’m just gonna some of the pranks J2 did to him sometimes or something. I hope that is alright🥺 and I’m sorry that this is short

Cuddle Time

Misha has one of his hands run through the strands of your hair. Your body is on top of his as the both of you are on the couch, watching some random movie.

Your fluffy blanket is covering your bodies. You bring the end of it to cover your mouth.

“This is getting kinda boring.” You mumble, the blankets muffling the words.

“What do you want to do?”

“Hear that pie prank story.” Shifting your body, it’s pressed against Misha’s side and the back of the couch.

Chuckles go through his body, “There’s a couple.”

“Don’t care,” you nuzzle yourself more into his body.

He starts to start one of the pie stories, along with playing with your hair again.

Hey! I had a idea that the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13 or 14) and she gets spelled or something to make her go crazy like see stuff talk to walls stuff like that and she ends up in a mental hospital and breaks out and the boys and maybe Cas find her while they’re on a hunt and realise how badly messed up she is please ?♥️

Hey! This kinda sounds like me as I’d sometimes talk to myself :p

Talking Like I’m Crazy

Dean carries your sleeping form into the bunker, Cas and Sam trailing behind him.

Reaching your room, across from Dean’s, he opens the door and settles you underneath the covers.

Sam and Cas are standing outside your room, watching Dean slowly and silently close the door.

“I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We already killed the witch and (Y/N) is still the way she is.” Sam says softly.

The three walk off into the library and try to figure out how to get you back to normal. 

A few minutes pass to have the three hear your voice out in the halls. They get out of their seats to follow your voice.

They stop in the hall you’re in to see that you’re talking to the wall, making the angel and your brothers think that you’re having a full conversation as if someone’s there.

“You okay, kid?” Dean asks, cutting you off mid-sentence. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

You walk past them to get to the kitchen, continuing on with your conversation.

A few hours pass to have you and Cas sitting on a bus bench.

A small bus pulls up, the door opening and small chatters in between the other people in the vehicle

“You sure this is going to help?” You ask the angel.

“I hope so.” With a hug goodbye, you walk onto the bus with the door closing behind you.

You settle in the back seat with your bag, tears stinging your eyes. You look to the free spot next to you as if someone said your name and asked if you’re okay.

“I’m alright. I hope this helps, too.”

Some of the people and the driver takes a quick glance at you, thinking you were talking to one of them.

With everyone asleep and the lights out, you have your bag packed after staying at the mental hospital for two nights.

You take a glance to the sides of the hallway to make sure no one was out.

Sneaking quietly past the sleeping guard, you manage to get away.

Later into the night, you’re still walking on the side of the road, following the treeline.

Your shadow appears, giving you a small fright. You chuckle at yourself. 

The car that made your shadow appear stops with the doors opening.

Two taller bodies stop in front of you, their figures being similar. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing out here?” Sam asks.

Him and Dean look up and down at your body, seeing the hospital pants and shirt you’re wearing.

“I didn’t want to be at that place anymore, I can’t. They tell me when to go bed, when to take my meds! I-I just can’t be there anymore!” Tears sting your eyes.

The two wrap their arms around you, yourself relaxing in their warmth. They give each other worried looks.

Sam picks you up, your arms against in between his and yours chests and your legs loosely hanging by his hips.

He sits where he usually does in Baby, yourself still cradled in his arms. Dean puts your bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel to continue driving.

When Sam feels your body completely relax and your breathing has evened out, he softly says, “I’ve done more research. She’s stuc-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Sammy, just don’t.” 

Dean looks at you, taking in the view of your sleeping face towards his way, half of your face pressed against Sam’s chest. 

It reminds him of when you were a baby. It was the only way to put you to sleep, when you had a nightmare, or when you or them just wanted cuddles.

The nightmares and cuddles thing still happens.

Putting his eyes back on the road, in the corner of his eyes, he sees Sam lean his head against yours. Dean releases his hand to curl his pinky with yours.

“Even though she’s gonna be like that for a while, we’re gonna help her along the way.”

Hiii what about one where castiel and Gabriel are busy with their angel shit and end up ignoring their boyfriend a bit and he thinks that they don't love him anymore

Let’s see how this turns out like my other cringey fics....

Angel Love

It’s been a month since you and your angel boyfriends have had a conversation. Well, if you count a few words and noises as a conversation, then apparently there’s different meanings to ‘conversation’.

You’re sitting on the couch of your shared cabin in the woods, a book in hand and a beer on the table. 

The TV is playing in the background, playing a random show or movie, you don’t know, you haven’t been paying attention.

Your mind tries to stay on your book, but the thought of moving back into the bunker isn’t such a bad idea.

At least the Winchesters will pay attention to me. You think to yourself.

With your mark in your book and on the table, you take a quick gulp of beer before getting up from the couch and to your room.

A duffel bag and a small suitcase of your things, you swing the duffel over your shoulder and the suitcase being wheeled behind you.

Dumping the bags and shutting the boot to your 1969 Mustang, you settle in your seat and drive off.

~3 HOURS LATER~

You park the car next to Baby and get out, leaving the bags in the vehicle.

Tiredly walking to the library, the brothers are researching with laptops and beer bottles in front of them.

Sam is the first to notice you in the doorway, “Hey, thought you were at the cabin having a night in with Gabe and Cas.”

“Well, that’s not happening.” You sit yourself at the end of the table they’re on. They give you a small confused look. “We’ve haven’t had a conversation in a month and it kinda seems like they’re giving me the vibes that they don’t love me anymore.”

“With them, Gabe seems calmer and has hardly pulled any tricks or pranks on us and Cas always has that loving, lost puppy look on his face whenever you’re with him.” Dean shrugs.

“They love you, (Y/N), and if they had some sort of problem, then they’d tell you.” Sam gives you a soft, sad smile.

“Can I go to my room?”

“You don’t have to ask when you can go to your room, and you know you’re welcome here anytime.”

“We miss having you here. And like Dean said, you’re welcome here anytime. This is your home and you don’t need to ask to stay.”

Giving them a tired, sad smile, you walk off to your room that has been warded off the monsters and angels.

You decide to have a lie down and have a small nap.

And a cry.

~1 HOUR LATER~

Yells wake you up from your tearful nap. Taking the blankets off and walking out of your room, you hear your best friends argue with your boyfriends.

“Where did (Y/N) go?!” Gabe.

“Why the fuck would you want to know?!” Sam.

“He wasn’t at the cabin. He couldn’t have disappeared or taken as it’s warded!” Cas.

“Seriously?! You two have gone off doing your angel business shit in the past month and you haven’t had a full conversation with your boyfriend.” Dean.

“Yes, we have.” Gabe has his arms crossed over his chest as Cas has his head tilted to the side, his eyebrows furrowed softly. 

“No, you haven’t.” The four of them turn to you, your boyfriends having a relieved look on their faces. “Dean’s right. We haven’t had a conversation in a month, only a few words and noises. You two made me believe that you don’t love me anyone. If you don’t, just come out and say it!” Your chest heaves a bit.

“Oh, sugar, we love you. It’s jus-”

“Just that you have to deal with the Heaven shit! I’ve heard it too many times, Gabe.”

“How about we go back to the cabin and do whatever you want for a month?” He tries to reason. “Then what? You’re going to go back and do your angel shit?”

“We’re done with that, and you know what happened to Heaven.” Cas says softly. “We were trying to get some angels away from you.”

You walk towards him to dump your head against his shoulder and his arms wrapping around you.

“Why does he get a hug?” Gabe pouts.

“Because he isn’t a pain in the ass.” Dean answers, stealing the words from your mouth. “He’s right, Gabriel.” Cas had read your mind and confirmed Dean’s statement. 

“Want to go back?” Gabe had come up behind you and wrapped his arms underneath Cas’. “My shit is in my car.” You mumble into Cas’ neck.

“We can drop it off in the morning. We were gonna come and visit you guys anyway.” Sam says. Thanking him and Dean, you get zapped back to your shared home.

“We’re sorry, honey, we didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” Cas coos softly as Gabe grabs blankets and snacks to ready up a night in.

“You could’ve at least talked to me a bit more.” Your hands hold onto his biceps with your head tucked underneath his chin and your forehead against his collarbone.

“We know that for in the future if it happens again. Well, I know. I’ll have to remind Gabriel.”

“Mm.”

“I love you, honey.”

“So does Gabe!” Gabe jumps from being on his hands and knees in front of the couch.

“I love you goofballs, too.”

Hi? First of all i hope you're fine and second could you write one where before Sam went tô college he had a boyfriend, that he never said anything before he left, so he is waiting for some news about Sam ( who just left him and is now dating Jess), and Dean, who is readers bestfriend, starts mensaging him to cheer him up, and in the end he discovers about Jess and what Dean is doing. I hope this make sense to you

Hi! First of all, I am alright, thank you, hope you are too. Second, I can write this for you. It does make sense and I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna have Dean and the reader (you) get together :p (and is what you meant to)

College Girlfriend

Sam has been gone for the last few days. He had packed a bag and left without saying anything.

“I don’t know where he went, Dean!”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s your brother. Just,” you sigh and rub your forehead, “have you heard from him or seen him?”

“No, sorry. I’ll try and give him another call and see what’s up with him.”

Thanking him and saying goodbye, the call ends.

You plop onto the couch, thinking of where Sam could be.

Message from Dorka

Opening the message, it’s a video of him. Playing it, he has his lips out in a big pout, cheeks puffed out and blows out a raspberry.

You smile at it, and replying with, You dork

Your dork tho :p

That you are, Winchester

After a few hours of texting each other and taking your mind off Sam during that time, you thought of the piece of paper he hid from you a few days ago.

Standing to your feet, you go to the kitchen to rummage through the trash to pull out a piece of paper with a few stains on it.

Stanford University

Grabbing your keys, you lock up the house and to your car.

On your way to the university, you call Dean, “He’s at Stanford,” was the first thing he heard as soon as he picked up.

As soon as you arrived at the university, you go to the front desk and ask for Sam Winchester.

The woman at the desk tells you where to go. You thank her before leaving and going through the directions you were told, guessing on where you’re going.

Hopefully at the right apartment, you knock at the door. It opens to show a blonde woman. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Uh, does a Sam live here?”

She nods and tells you to wait a moment to go and get him.

When the two come back, Sam doesn’t see you yet and gives the woman a kiss on the lips. She walks off to have Sam take a few steps whilst looking at the ground.

As he perks his head up to see you, he stops. “(Y-Y/N).”

You shake your head with a scoff escaping. You throw the stained application towards his way. “Congrats on getting in. And getting yourself someone better, I guess. Well, better in your world.”

He calls your name out as you walk away, your heart breaking.

Almost to your car, you see Dean is leaning against it and Baby is parked behind your car.

His arms are open, you immediately going into his warmth. “He’s an ass.” You mumble, Dean humming in agreement.

He cups your cheeks into his hands, bringing your face halfway to meet his for a kiss.

You grab his collar to bring him closer, his hands gripping your hips. He sneakily has one of his hands go to rest on your ass.

You separate from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. “Wanted to do that for a little while now.” He says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“The kiss or touching my ass?” You lean back a bit more to look at his face.

“Both.”

Early - Geralt x F!Reader

Summary: Waking up, Geralt finds you attached to his back and you whine about how early it is

With the sun coming through the window, Geralt slowly opens his eyes. He blocks the sun out of his face with his face as it's blinding.

He shifts a bit to feel your body up against his. He turns his head to see the top of yours.

Moving more onto his back, you instinctively move out of the way before laying your head against where his arm met his shoulder.

He slithers his arm underneath your neck to pull your naked body against his.

“Stop moving, it’s early.” You mumble, nuzzling your face against the top of his shoulder. 

“Hm,” is his response. 

He starts to draw random lines on your back and side.

“Wake me up when we need to go.”

Seconds of silence go past until he says, “We need to go now.”

Groaning, you turn your body away from his, his arm still rested under your neck and the back of your body against his side.

His body moves to be over yours, himself making you lie on your back, your eyes closed.

“We gotta go. That bard is going to waltz into this room and will demand us to go.”

Opening your eyes, you look into his golden ones. “We will go now if I get to sit on Roach and take a nap.”

You raise your hand to trace over his face.

“Hm. Fine.” He gets out of bed to get into his clothes, yourself staying in the bed and rolling onto your stomach in the middle of the furniture.

“It’s so fucking early!”