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[goodomensbingo]

Heaven and Hell would like to extend their favorably inclined and ominous congratulations to all you mortals who dare to have a good time participate in this event!

The Mod Team would especially like to congratulate @brokencasbutt67-writer​ on their first blackout!

You demonstrated a keen sense of perseverance and determination. The Mod Team couldn’t be prouder of your achievements! So we prepared this masterpost to showcase the fruits of your labor!

Read the whole collection of work as a series

✘   Pear Rating: General Audiences Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Food Fight, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Kissing Word count: 900

✘   Sensory Overload

Rating: General Audiences Archive warnings: None Relationships: None Tags: Sensory Overload, Meltdown, Light Angst Word count: 1K

✘   Love to Make You Smile   Rating: General Audiences Archive warnings: None Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags:Smile, Fluff, Kissing, Love Confessions Word count: 600

✘  Window shopping

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Top Aziraphale, Bottom Crowley, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha Aziraphale, Omega Crowley Word count: 900

✘  Sex through the ages Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags:Smut, Fluff, Running Away Word count: 2K

✘  Vulrenable Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Smut, Bottom Aziraphale, Top Crowley, Aziraphale Has a Vulva, Fluff, Kissing, Car Sex, Titanic References, Holding Hands Word count: 2.5K

✘  The Right Time Rating: General Audiences Archive warnings: None Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags: Light Angst, Fluff, Depression, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, Forehead Kisses Word count: 1K

✘  Mouth Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Baker Aziraphale, Blow Jobs, Kitchen Sex, Food Sex, Bottom Aziraphale, Top Crowley Word count: 1.4K

✘  Care for me Rating: Teens and Up Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Sick Aziraphale, Fluff, Naked Cuddling, Bathing/Washing, Cuddling & Snuggling Word count: 1.5K

✘  Halfway to heaven Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Angst, Kissing, nightclubs, Love Confessions, Unrequited Love, Smoking, Implied Sexual Content, Grinding, Alcohol Word count: 4.9K

✘  I’ll be your umbrella Rating: General Audiences Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Nightmares, Light Angst, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Rain, Noah's Ark Word count: 900

✘  A temporary solution Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Female Crowley, Intercrural Sex, Smut, Aziraphale's Flaming Sword, Menstruation Word count: 1.1K

✘  How do you like your eggs? Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Alpha Crowley, Omega Aziraphale, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Kitchen Sex, Bottom Aziraphale Word count: 900

✘  Midnight trips Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley   Tags: Female Crowley, Smut, Spanking, Vaginal Sex, Sub Crowley, Dom Aziraphale, Biting, Aziraphale's True Form, Wine, Minor Violence Word count: 1.6K

✘  Welcome home Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags: Biting, Sharing Clothes, They/Them Pronouns for Beelzebub, Beelzebub Has a Penis, Grinding Word count: 900

✘  Hell in the hallways Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags: Angst, Fluff, Alternate Universe - High School, Panic Attacks, Bullying, They/Them Pronouns for Beelzebub, Nonbinary Character, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Cuddling & Snuggling, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Kissing, Scars, Holding Hands, Hugs, Running Away, Crying, Depression, Minor Violence, He/Him Pronouns For Gabriel, Sleep Word count: 13K

✘  Orlando Rating: Teens and Up Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley  Tags:Female Aziraphale, They/Them Pronouns for Aziraphale, pregnancy, Miracles, Fluff, Coming Out, Nonbinary Aziraphale Word count: 700

✘  Hero of War Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags: Soldier Gabriel, Shooting Guns, Murder, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst. Song: Hero of War (Rise Against). Four Horsemen, Suicide Word count: 1.2K

✘  Straps Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Female Crowley, bra, Possessive Aziraphale, Smut, Biting Word count: 700

✘  Good Friday Got Better Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships: Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags: Christian Holidays, Easter, Good Friday, Smut, Fluff, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fallen Angel Gabriel, Marriage Proposal Word count: 1.5K

✘  Do Me a Favor Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Relationships:  Aziraphale/Crowley Tags:Wings, Wing Grooming, Smut, Victorian, Hand Jobs, Secret Relationship Word count: 1K

✘  A New Nest Rating: General Audiences Archive warnings: None Relationships:  Beelzebub/Gabriel Tags: Adoption, Fluff, Adopted Children, Nesting Word count: 2.1K

✘  Make It Stop Rating: Mature Archive warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships:  Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Violence, Alternate Universe - High School, Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Homophobia, Stabbing, Bullying, Protective Crowley, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Tattoos, Kissing, Crying, Angst, Holding Hands Word count: 5.3K

[ladyoutlier]

If you're okay with this prompt: Crowley gets hayfever/allergies/the flu and Aziraphale looks after him?

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The holiday season following The End of the World that Wasn’t was overly faithful. The latter half of December had been, for the majority of the world’s history, a bit on the holy side as people typically gave up evil doing to celebrate their individual religions, but this season in particular was over the top. Now, this wouldn’t matter in the slightest if it weren’t for the fact that Christmas cheer worked like burning sage when regarding demons. It was a huge irritant like how pollen allergies were for humans, and every single human was radiating it. Until the New Year broke, Crowley was basically allergic to people, and London reeked of them.

Angels and demons are essentially of the same stock whilst also being complete and utter opposites. It is for this reason and this reason alone that Crowley has never had issue with Aziraphale’s good nature and heavenly faith when regarding his holy allergies. Humans are, on the other hand, of a separate stock entirely, and for this reason, allergies ensued.

As such, it was painfully obvious that Crowley was far from his best when he walked into A.Z. Fell and Co. His skin was pale, and his hair was frazzled. His attire wasn’t its usual well-pressed self and instead looked rather rumpled. His nose was red, his walk was stiff, and his eyes were droopy. That last part, however, was well hidden behind his iconic sunglasses. Still, he didn’t look too good.

To top it all off, he sneezed rather loudly the second he stepped through the door. This wasn’t a kitten of a sneeze. It was a loud, booming sneeze that would compete with the dadliest of dads in the most disruptive sneeze competition. Aziraphale would recall at a later date that he swore he saw small flames shoot out of the demon’s ears during it.

“Dear, are you feeling alright?” Aziraphale asked, taking Crowley’s arm. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen you in such a sickly state.”

“Oh, you know. Holiday spirit gets to me. Not exactly a healthy environment for a demon.” Crowley shrugged which was then followed by a sniffle. “Worst than usual this year. Maybe one of the worst years in modern day. At least back when everyone had a Bible on their nightstand, I could climb up into the mountains to get away from them. Nowadays, there are people everywhere.”

“One of the side effects of mankind’s dominance of the animal kingdom I’m afraid,” Aziraphale replied, leading Crowley to the sofa in his backroom. “Stay here. I’ll make you some tea.”

Crowley practically collapsed onto the seat as Aziraphale released his arm. “Ah, you know that won’t do anything. Just came here because you’re good at getting rid of humans. Got a whole building without them. My place’s got humans all around. Above and below. In the walls. Real horrifying.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that last part. Tea will do you well even if it doesn’t help with the cheer problem this time of year presents. Happiness leads to healthiness after all, and tea is quite good at providing happiness.”

“Happiness, huh. Then guess I really did come to the right place.” Crowley wasn’t talking about the tea, but they both decided to pretend that wasn’t the case.

“Make yourself comfortable and try not to fall apart before I get back. I do prefer tea when it’s made the human way and that takes some time.”

Aziraphale left the room to throw the kettle on the stove, and as he did, Crowley called after him. “Can we ban the word human? Just thinking about those good-spirited bastards makes my head swirl.”

A few minutes passed, and Crowley got comfortable on the couch, sprawling his body across the whole thing. At least when he laid his head down, it didn’t feel nearly as heavy. He closed his eyes and listened to Aziraphale fumble around in a room elsewhere.

There were places he could go to get away from the end of the year celebrations. Humanity wasn’t that far along regarding space travel, and Alpha Centauri was still an option. But just as it was during the End of the World, there were reasons Crowley didn’t do that. The same reason in fact.

Said reason returned to the backroom carrying two cups of tea. Crowley disliked how much his eyelids stuck together as he opened them. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and took one of the cups Aziraphale offered.

“Do you think there is any particular reason that you’re worse off this year, Crowley?” the angel asked, taking a seat.

Crowley took a sip of the tea, and to his surprise, the warm liquid actually felt good on his hoarse throat. Typically, such earthly remedies had no effect on him. He eyed Aziraphale suspiciously. “Well, could be a number of different things. World could be subconsciously having a positive reaction to the End of the World being averted. Heaven or Hell, or perhaps both, could be taking their revenge in the most petty way possible. Or, my personal favorite, humanity is just great at being a prick in whatever they do.”

“I take it that means you’re not all that concerned about your well-being regarding this.”

“Yeah? It’s really not that bad. Just a shit year.”

“Then why do you look so, um, disheveled?” 

“Cause I feel like crap?”

“But I’ve seen you this time of year before, and you’ve never looked so unwell.”

“You serious? You giving me a hard time when my head’s bogged down with enough Christmas cheer to thwart the Grinch twice over?”

“No! Didn’t mean any insult by it. I’m just genuinely interested.”

Crowley closed his eyes once more as he took another long drink of tea. It really did feel good to keep them shut. “Course you didn’t. Silly me. I know your whole Heavenly lot go into overdrive this time of year, yeah?”

“Most certainly. There is a reason Christmas miracle is a well known phrase.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, so does Hell. Heard of the whole Krampus thing? Steals naughty children and eats them or something?”

“You weren’t personally behind that, were you?”

“Eh, not one for terrifying children. Kids create enough demonic chaos on their own without my involvement. Anyway, the point is, in the past I had to keep up appearances this time of year. Constantly had to keep this…” He gestures to his sickly self. “…healthy looking. Hard to tempt people if you look like you’re on Death’s door. Doesn’t mean I didn’t feel like crap though.”

“And now that you’re no longer taking commands from Below, you can just relax.”

“See, now you get it.” Crowley took another sip of tea, and once again, it soothed his throat. “Angel, you didn’t spike my drink, did you?”

Aziraphale’s eyes darted around. He drank from his own cup. “Now, where would you get a strange idea like that.”

“No cup of tea has ever helped with demonic allergies. Except for this one. That you gave me.”

“Well, it’s not like Heaven can tell me what I can and can not do with my miracles anymore. It’s helpful in nature. I’m helping you.”

That gets Crowley to open his eyes back up. His sunglasses are off, and an enormous grin filled his face. He turned to better face the angel. “You really are a bit of a bastard, aren’t you? You’re basically counteracting people’s good faith to do this, y’know?”

“Hardly. I’m just helping you be less bothered by it.”

Crowley finished the cup and lied back down. “‘Preciate it. Really. You didn’t have to do that. I’d be better come January.”

“Well, I didn’t cure you. That would actually involve tampering with people performing acts of kindness which I won’t do. I just knew I could help you so I did.”

“Once again proving why you’re Heaven’s best angel.” Crowley yawned. The sofa was proving itself to be much too comfortable.

“Funny you say that considering that I was only doing what you’ve done for me in the past.”

“Don’t recall you ever falling under the weather.”

“I mean helping me because you knew you could. You’ve saved me from getting discorporated a number of times.”

“We’ll call it even then.”

“I wasn’t keeping count. We just help one another. As cliche as it sounds, friends help one another.”

“You’re right, angel,” Crowley said, flipping over on the couch. “That did sound pretty cliche.”

“Sometimes cliches are so frequently used because of the truth behind them. You’re a good friend, Crowley. I want to help you in the best way I can.”

The demon muttered something in response. What he said exactly was impossible to decipher, but Aziraphale’s ears would swear they caught, “‘S why I love you.” But that couldn’t possibly be the case. 

There was no asking Crowley as he was now in a deep sleep, and when he would wake up a month later in late January, he’d claim to have no recollection of the end of that particular conversation. Whether or not that claim was truthful was also left up to the unknown.

But in this moment with Crowley asleep on the sofa and Aziraphale sat on the chair across from him, the angel found himself smiling. He draped a blanket over the sleeping demon and collected both of their cups before leaving the room. He took one last glance at his good friend before flipping the light switch and closing the door. 

Days stretched into weeks, and Christmas came into full swing. Crowley didn’t wake up for it, but Aziraphale didn’t mind. This was probably the best the demon could do for spending the holiday season together without them shipping off into outer space. Aziraphale was just glad that they were technically spending the time together.

[impala-dreamer]

How John reacts when he's come back (Ep 300) and finds out you have a load of new tattoos (back mainly)

There wasn’t much time, you both knew that, but it didn’t matter. He was back, miraculously; alive, solid, real. You could touch him, hold him, kiss him. John was back, for whatever reason, upsetting whatever cosmic scales, but he was back, and just for a moment, you could forget all the shit that lay in the space between you.

Of course things had changed a little bit since you’d last seen him, and John was a little more than shocked at your badass appearance.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” he laughed softly, dark eyes passing over your newly inked skin as you pulled your shirt away.

“Oh, I- well…” There wasn’t really an excuse, and it wasn’t as if he deserved one. You’d changed in the years since he’d been gone, growing as a woman alone in a harsh world, as a hunter, and this was just another thing. You clung to your shirt, trying to hide behind it, suddenly embarrassed, but John wouldn’t let that stand.

He shook his head gently and reached for your hand, pulling it and your shirt away from your chest. He smiled sweetly and tipped his head as he spun you, looking you over, eyes following the ink that covered your shoulders and back. It was the story of your life since he’d left it, each picture a memory that you couldn’t let go, the good and the bad.

You held your breath, unsure of his reaction, but John was kind, dropping soft fingertips to your favorite tattoo. It was on your right shoulder blade, the oldest and faintest of them all, the deep red outline faded slightly over the years but still legible. It was your initials, joined together with his in a heart.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, hint of sadness creeping into his raspy voice.   

You turned and lay a hand over his heart, looking up into his eyes, so familiar yet strikingly alien all at once. “It’s so I know you’re always with me.”

John’s big hand closed over yours and he lifted your fingertips to his lips as a tear snuck free from his eye. “I am, you know,” he said with a shaky breath. “Always with you. No matter what.”

[bamby0304]

Arms

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How did you know arms are my weakness, @brokencasbutt67-writer ?? They’re like the male equivalent of boobs!! I might be drooling...

[team-free-will-oneshots]

brokencasbutt67-writer replied to your post “guess who finally was brave enough to make the phone call to get back...”

Well done ❤️ I know it's a big step, I went through it myself a few months back. We're all proud of you

thank u lovely, it means a lot to hear that ❤️ and well done to you for doing the same! look at us go, taking care of and bettering ourselves ❤️

[supernatural-jackles]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and outside 💛✨

Thank you, hun!!! 💜💜

[thewhiterabbit42]

Can I be on your all tags please

Absolutely!!! You’ve been added :D 

[bamby0304]

Meet Molly, my fur baby (passed 2015 but we don't talk about that)

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Thank you for the bub-bub pic @brokencasbutt67-writer. She’s got beautiful eyes xx