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Summary:  Sometimes Y/N can’t help feel bad for the guy

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Warnings: Nothing

Word count: 900+

I’m don’t know why, but the moment the angelic grace of Castiel entered my life, he hated me. It ranged from small things like sighing, huffing and rolling his eyes every time I entered the room. Developing to growling, ignorance and physically leaving the room over the years.

His hatred always put me down a few notches, but I’d learned to hide my hurt feelings behind the wall I built along my mind. It hurt even more when he’d openly greet Sam and Dean, sometimes referring to them as family. At the start, I tried to talk to him, make a friendship. But eventually I just gave up, I wasn’t going to waste my time on someone who can’t stand me and wouldn’t even give me a shot. 

Somehow, through all of this, I still managed to develop a small crush on him. There was just something about him, the way he carried himself, cared about his friends and oh my lord, those wings. He always supported a pair of beautiful black wings, spanning to over 6ft behind him. I always found myself stealing glances at them, dreaming of running my fingers through the feather and how soft they would be on my tarnished fingertips. But no one ever brought them up, so I just believed it was rude to do so and ignored their existence. It wasn’t until the Trickster revealed himself as Gabriel, that I became worried. I couldn’t see his wings, so why could I see Cas’? It took a while, but I figured that the other angels folded theirs up, making it easier to fit into everyday society. After all, that did make sense. Well to me, anyway. 

My eyes gazed past the pair in front of me, Sam’s head stuck in his laptop and Dean stuffing some apple pie down his trap. If it wasn’t for all the hunting, Dean would be the fattest pig in the barnyard. I must have been staring longer than attended, as Dean held the pie out to me as a silent offer. Ducking over, I took the fork out of his hand and supplied myself with some pie, before munching it down and handing the fork back to him.

“Holy crap! That’s some great pie,” I muttered, licking my lips to savor the taste. 

Dean stood from his chair, pushing it behind him and moving to the side. “I’ll go get you a fork.” He stated, before disappearing into the kitchen.

He returned moments later, fork in hand. After thanking him, we both set into the pie, finishing it in record time. Every now and then Sam would steal a glance at us, a happy smirk covering his lips, before disappearing back into his laptop.

Patting my belly, I leaned back on the chair and let out a puff. “That was one hella good pie.”

“Agreed.”

A comfortable silence over took the room, leaving the constant tick tocks of the clock to echo between the walls. I have no idea how long we stayed like that, sitting in the peaceful quietness and thinking about our own things. Eventually, the silence was disturbed.

The sound of wings filled the void, pulling me from my thoughts and back into the real world. 

“Hey, Cas.” Both Sam and Dean greeted the angel, while I stayed silent, suddenly invested in the patterns of the wooden table.

“Hello, boys.” 

Within seconds they were enveloped in conversation, discussing a spirit in the hidden valley. I discreetly listened in, knowing if Castiel knew I was listening he would leave or escort the boys to another room. As the talk was coming to the end, I turned in my chair to face them.

Then I found myself unable to understand their words, almost like my head was underwater while they stayed on the surface. My attention focused on Castiel’s wings or more on the multiple chunks of missing feathers. They looked astray like someone had plucked and pulled at them, destroying them in the process. For the first time in years, I felt worried for the angel. 

A firm hand on my left shoulder pulled me back to the surface, the boys voices coming back into focus.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” 

Turning to Dean, I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder. 

Still in shock, I managed to stutter out a reply. “I-I-I, c-can we talk in p-private?” 

He nodded, his hand still on my shoulder as I led him out the room and into the hallway.

“What the hell was that?? You were just staring at Cas for five minutes!”

My breath feels like it’s running away from me, as I struggle to catch it and reply.

“H-His wings.”

Dean tilts his head, confusion etched on his features.

“His wings?”

Nodding, I find my breath. “Did you see them?”

“What? No! You can’t see angels wings!” He exclaimed.  

“What do you mean? How could you miss them? They’re huge and black and so beautiful! You’d have to be blind to not see them! But when I turned to him they were so damaged, destroyed even! They’ve got to be repaired, he must be in so much pain-”

Deans hand comes up, cutting me off.

“Wait, wait. You can see his wings?”

An aspirated sigh leaves me mouth, “of course I can! But we need to help him fix them-”

Once again, he cuts me off. 

Kind of Like Narnia (Part 2/?)

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: Hi! Part two here, let me know what you think c: Also, I’m using Splinter’s meditation room as ‘the dojo’

Warnings: Swearing, and playboy magazines.

Word count: 991

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“You are so conceited, and arrogant and just- just- down right rude!” It had been about a week since you’d been staying with the turtles, whilst trying to help Donnie come up with a way of getting you and [P/N] back home. You’d even met April and Casey. But so far, Raphael had managed to piss you off every chance he got.

 You’d crashed on the couch in the lair after spending hours upon hours playing ‘The Legend of Zelda’ with Mikey, and you’d woken up to Raphael screaming at the TV as he watched some weird wrestling show he was into. Right. Next. To. You, and quite rightly, you got very upset. Beauty sleep is important to you.

 “I’m the rude one? Who owns the cat that pissed of my bed on Tuesday? Huh?” 

“Maybe it wouldn’t piss on your bed if it didn’t smell like a toilet bowl all the fucking time!”

“What’re ya even doing in my room for ya to know it smells like a toilet?”

“So you agree!” you laughed mockingly at the red-clad turtles obvious anger

 At this point, the screaming had gotten louder, but not any less threatening. The other turtle brothers had dispersed to their usual spots, and left you and Raphael to shout at each other. However, Master Splinter did not appreciate the yelling, at all.

 “What is all of this noise?” The large rat walked into the room, his glare on the two teenagers in front of him. A dark blush of embarrassment covered your cheeks as Raphael huffed, clearly still aggravated.

“She started it Master Splinter! I say we just kick her out, let her find her own way home.” He growled at you, narrowing his eyes. You glared back at the turtle, sticking your tongue at him. Why was he your favourite turtle again?

“I expect better, from you Raphael,” you grinned, a smug expression on your face as you gave Raph the side eye. “[Y/N] I am disappointed in you also.” Now it was Raphael’s turn to smirk.

“Stop this nonsense, you will both go, and stay in the dojo until you can learn to get along.” He ordered, his face very serious and angry. Raphael’s face dropped, as did yours as you both began to protest. Splinter wasn’t having any of it. He simply gestured for both of you to follow him.

Two hours in and you both were sat on different sides of the dojo, glaring at each other. He was now officially your least favourite turtle. Huffing, you stood up and started wandering around the small room. It was definitely smaller than all the others. There were boom boxes lined up against the back wall, there must have been over 100. As you ran your hand over each of the stereos, Raphael watched you closely. He didn’t trust you, at least not fully.

“I have a question.” He started, sitting up as best as he could. Turning around, you gave him a quizzical look. “Mikey told me ya didn’t freak out when ya first met him, why?” You stared at him for a while, trying to figure out a way to keep your secret, without sounding suspicious or creepy. 

“Just because you guys are different, doesn’t mean I should freak out.” Raphael rolled his eyes, standing up as well and crossing his arms.

“That’s not an answer, shortstack.” Huffing, you crossed your arms as well, imitating his stance. That made him smirk slightly. “Are ya mocking me?” You giggled, stepping back away from him.

“Maybe I am, what’re you gonna do?” He laughed at how you tried to emulate his voice – his ‘Batman Voice.’ You found yourself blushing as he laughed: “You should smile more, you look hot-” your eyes widened as you said that, smiling awkwardly. Raph stared at you quizzically before looking away shyly.

“Thanks…”

Splinter opened the door 37 horribly awkward minutes later – yes you were counting. 

When you both went separate ways, you to the couch you now claimed at your own and Raph to his weights, the turtles and their father watched.

For once, neither of you were arguing; it was surprising. Even Splinter didn’t think it would actually work.

“Give it a couple of days, they will be back to screaming at each other.”

But you weren’t. You stayed out of each other’s way for days, almost as if you both were trying to ignore what you’d said. It was a sweet complement, why were you ignoring each other?

After a while, you got sick of Raphael ignoring you, so you decided to confront him. Leo told you he was in his room, reading a comic book he presumed.

You hesitated before knocking, and barging into the room he shared with Mikey. Sure enough, he was sat on the top bunk reading a comic book with a red vine in his mouth.

“Why are you ignoring me?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms.

“So now ya decide ta talk ta me.” He rolled his eyes and burrowed deeper under his covers, still concentrating on his comic.

Beauty and the Beast

Raphael x Reader

Note: Okay, so basically I’m obsessed with Beauty and the Beast again lmao. Here we go.

You walked down into the lair dressed in your new yellow sundress. A red rose hairclip was tucked into your soft locks, and you clutched a book to your chest. Beauty and the Beast.

“Well don’t you look smitten?” Raph smirked from his spot on the couch. “What’cha got there.”

“I want you to read this.” You shoved the book into his large green hands. He raised an eyebrow.

“Beauty and the Beast?”

“Yep.”

“But uh, I ain’t exactly the best at readin’. What if there are big words?”

“I think you’ll be fine.” You hopped over the back of the couch and sat beside him.

“Would uh, would ya mind readin’ it ta me?” he asked sheepishly. “Yer probably busy, but-”

“Of course,” You replied. Raph clicked off the TV and prepared himself to listen to what he knew was your latest obsession. Sure, you had loved the old cartoon as a kid, but the new live-action movie had sparked something indescribable inside you. A powerful new passion for the tale as old as time.

You cleared your throat and began reading.

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle…”

***

Though Raph wouldn’t really admit it, he loved the book. And he certainly couldn’t complain when you had brought the cartoon down to the lair to watch the next day. There was a secret precious hope in the back of his mind that maybe, possibly your sudden need to spend time with him and share all of these stories with him about beauty being found within, maybe it meant that you shared feelings for him.

He hoped that was the case, because here he was, lying awake thinking of you. Of how soft and warm you were, how nice you smelled, how your smile seemed to light up the room, how he could stare at you for days and never grow tired of the sight, of how your voice found indirect ways to tell him he was wanted and loved.

And with those warm feelings of you drifting around his heart, Raph fell asleep.

There you were, dressed in a gorgeous yellow ball gown. When he looked down, he was dressed in a sharp blue suit. And when he looked up, he was no longer in the lair, but in a gigantic ballroom.

“Are you ready for our dance?” your voice was a clear as a bell and your smile was the warmest he had ever seen. You held out your hands. He offered his: large and green and three-fingered.

“Where are-”

You didn’t give him time to respond before the two of you set out onto the floor, twirling and gliding together. Your head came to rest against his plastron, right above his heart as the two of you continued to move in synch with the music. He didn’t know where the dance skills had come from, but he didn’t even come close to stepping on your feet.

And then, suddenly, without any warning he was in the West Wing, staring at the enchanted rose as one of the final petals began to fall. You were standing beside him. He couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. It was as though he had no control over himself.

“We gotta break the curse, (Y/N).”

“What curse, Raphael? You’re not cursed.” Your soft hands rose to frame his face and wipe away the tears he didn’t realize he had shed. Your voice was no more than a gentle whisper, quiet and full of care. “You were never cursed.”

“I gotta be human for ya. I’ve gotta be…” another large tear rolled down his cheek. “I’ve gotta be good enough for ya.”

“You are good enough. You are more than I could have ever asked for.” Your words were like a promise. Sincere and ever so sure. “You don’t need to be human for me. I..I love you. I think I always have.”

He moved his lips to reply, but before he could, the scene faded and he was laying on his bed in the lair once more.

***

A smile tugged at his lips when he heard your voice down on the couch. A glance at his clock told him it was nearly noon. He practically ran down to you.

“Morning, Red.” You glanced up from the copy of Beastly in your hands. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and a pair of round glasses sat on the edge of your nose. He had never been so in love. “Well don’t you look smitten. Care to elaborate?”

“I just, uh, I had a thought.” He sat on the couch. “I…I like ya a lot. And I didn’t know if this whole Beauty and the Beast phase was-” His eyes widened as he suddenly found your lips on his. Quick and needy, but oh so soft and sweet. His giant arms wrapped around you and pulled your body against his own. His heart raced, beating like mad inside his chest. You were here. You were real. It wasn’t a dream. And you really wanted him.

“I love you, Raph. I just…” your cheeks darkened. “I didn’t know how to tell you, so-”

He kissed you again, but softer this time, slower. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you too.” He eyed the book you had dropped. Your eyes followed his gaze and a curious smile tugged at your lips.

“Want me to read to you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, almost effortlessly pulling you onto his thigh with one of his large hands.

You opened the book, gingerly turning the pages. Raph lowered his head onto your shoulder, lips pressing against the exposed skin and pressing several kisses there.

“God, I love ya.” He mumbled against you. You leaned back against him and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Series:

Let’s Pretend (NSFW) - FINISHED

Delta (NSFW) [A/B/O] - FINISHED

Panic Cord

All American Asphyxiation (NSFW)

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

One Shots:

Nicknames (NSFW)

Demonstrate  (NSFW) Part 1|Part 2

It’ll Last Longer (NSFW)

Pursuit of Happiness 

Dazed and Confused

Reminisce 

Requests: 

Beggin’ For Thread (NSFW)

And I Drove You Crazy (NSFW)

Sweet Like Candy (NSFW)

Fire (NSFW)

text post meme // finn’s had a pretty messed up day, alright?

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Bonus: The last straw

Here’s my updated mobile masterlist! If this one stops working, I give up, haha.

Dean x Reader One Shots

Sam x Reader One Shots

Cas x Reader One Shots

Other Pairings, Threesomes, Destiel, Wincest, One Shots

Imagines

Series

20 Different Pairings Master List

Dawn: You GOT IT, Bro-In-Law!

[20 minutes later]

Bog: Dawn, no.

Dawn: But they’re so cute.

“It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.