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You sat on a rock in the Garden of Eden, besides a bubbling brook. Your white dress blew gently with the wind as you observed the entire scene with your (e/c) eyes. The breeze caused your (h/l) (h/c) hair to blow, as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the environment. “(y/n)?” You turned around and saw the Prince of Heaven, Michael, stand behind you. He was looking at you with his deep blue eyes. He gave you a dazzling smile, making you blush furiously. You had always had a thing for Michael- He was just perfect. Seeing him made you feel as though your knees would give away. If only he knew how much you loved him. You managed to m

Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and Castiel Word Count: 329 Drabble Friday - reader has to explain why she needs to take the pill even though she is not sexual active to Sam,Dean and Cas. Say she like needs it to control acne, it exist I take it. Enjoy <3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “(Y/N!)” a loud voice woke you up from your slumber. You were going to ignore it and roll back over but Dean shouted again, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW”. You rolled your eyes and tried to think of what you co

Summary: You find a trenchcoat among the boxes in the bunker. It was another day of searching through the many rooms of the bunker. Today’s room of choice was one that was dedicated to clothes for various disguises and alias’, along with the occasional box of casual clothing. “Why did they need so many ties?” Sam questioned. “This is literally the third box I’ve found stuffed with them." “I don’t know but I must say, I sure do admire their collection of sunglasses,” Dean replied as he slipped on a pair of reflective aviators.   “Hey, hey guys look,” you said as you pulled on

Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader) "Can I help you?" You held your pen up, ready to take the young man's order. He jumped, looking up. Electric blue eyes looked up at you from under a head of blonde hair, dark roots showing. "Can I take your order?" You asked again. "Oh yes, I'm sorry." Sweet Jesus that accent was glorious. You tried not to stare as the man ran a hand through his hair, smiling up at you. "Could I have a decaf coffee and some pie please?" Oh shit, you were so screwed. "What kind would you like?" "What would you recommend?" He asked, still with that incredible smile on his face. "Um," it took you a second to remember w

"Give me more effort cadet (l/n)!!" Giving out an irritated huff of air, I tried to push my legs to go faster, But with each pounding step I took it became harder and harder to keep going and the sun that was beating down on the top of my head didn't help the situation I was I either. All the cadets, had to run for three hours straight due to Sasha's eating habits. Seriously the girl can't go one minute without food either in her mouth or hand!' I screamed out in my head as I looked for the girl. I spotted her in front of me, but still near the end of the pack, breathing heavily like I was and a small smirk played onto my lip. 'I hope yo

"Bertl?" The voice came as a small whisper from the doorway of the room as a small ray of light pierced the darkness and made itself home on the brunette's sleeping face. The tall lanky boy stirred but did not awake to your call. "Berty?" You tried again, opening the door a bit wider, allowing more light into the room, enough to disturb Bertholdt from his peaceful slumber. His eyes fluttered open, focusing and unfocusing for a moment before turning towards the source of the light, and your face. "(Name)?" he asked groggily,  a hand raising itself to cover his eyes. You nodded, hugging the blanket around your body closer to your form. "Yea

DISCLAIMER: This story is not an AU or remake. It’s going to flow with the original story but there will be some minor changes. It’s just a short. Rating: Mild Coarse Language. Sexual References. Low FLUFFY Themes.        Sultry. Sweat. Stinky.        Those were the words that ran through your mind as you stood next to the six foot three colossal giant, Bertolt. Sure he gave you some more than needed shade, he also gave you his sweat. Feeling it tap on your hair you kept rustling it through so as to dry it. What you didn’t want was him to wipe his forehead with his hand because the sweat would slide off and splash on yo

    The blistering, New York summer forced everyone inside in buildings, beneath trees, or next to anything cold. No sane person would want to be frying themselves alive in these intense, relentless waves of heat. Most New Yorkers would be ducking from one building to the next, letting out a relieved sigh like they've just escaped Hitler himself.    You wished you could be that lucky New Yorker right now. However, you and your friend Steve Rodgers were sweating like sinners in church, while your darling Bucky Barnes worked under the hood of a car that had a worse smoking problem than your uncle's. Bucky groaned, wiping sweat off of his fore