hi guys! I'm Demon (they/them), and here's the fandom side of me. I mostly write and do some icons in my (not so) free time. I'll try to link my posts here, to help you find my pieces of work.
I don't write regularly, nor do I edit photos. My requests are open so feel free to ask me if you want something (edit &/or fanfic), I'll do it if I feel comfortable enough. Please be kind if I don't post your request right away.
I can write characters ships, x & and reader. Know that I don't write smut. My writings are mostly soft and fluffy. I'm here to bring comfort most of the time but I can add some angst or/and jealousy. I also put every warnings I can but do let me know when I forget one.
when you request something, please try to be precise if you want something complex! I also headcanon Evan Buckley as trans masc! I'll add more and more things here so give it a look sometimes. :D
prompt: you’re Steve Harrington’s closest friend since kindergarten. You parted ways at the end of middle school and a new world opened to you when you entered high school: the nerd-rock-metal-loving world. You enjoyed your years with your new friends but you always kept an eye on Steve. You graduated the same year as him but both of you never entered college, for some reasons. You started working at the Squawk and became friend with Robin who worked at Family Video. This friendship helped you become close friend with Steve again. Steve, friend with Dustin, became friend with Eddie at the same time you were becoming friend with Robin. One thing leading to another, Steve asked you to go out with the group for multiple parties. Of course, you agreed and met Eddie at one of those parties. Both of you clearly had a thing, everybody could tell it expect you two. But one day, Eddie pulled out a move you didn’t expect.
Eddie Munson x reader, gender neutral!reader, use of y/n, third pov, 2366 words
warnings: mostly fluff & cute but mention of drinking alcohol, drug use (weed), cigarettes, friendly physical touch (pats on shoulder), consented romantic physical touch & affection (hugs), use of word “girl” in neutral way (“girls’ meeting”)
a/n: i’ve been writing about Eddie for a bit now but never published it so enjoy my first fic with him! AU so no mention of whatever happened in ST but I write based on the characters’ relations at the beginning of S4. don’t hesitate to go visit my masterlist and to send me prompt(s)! (:
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“Thank you, Hawkins, for another wonderful day, it was Y/N from the Squawk, I bid you a good end of the day, and I’ll see y’all tomorrow morning. Jimmy, you’re on air.”
You remove your headphones, placing them to the right of your screen monitor. It’s precisely five past four; you’ve just finished your shift at the radio. You love your job, especially during school breaks, as you get to cover many more kids-related fun activities so parents can know how to keep their precious offspring busy while at work or doing adult activities.
You offer Jimmy, your boss and colleague, a small “goodbye” before running out of the Squawk. Robin and Steve are waiting for you, both arguing over whatever happened on the way to your workplace. You greet them with a bright smile.
“Hey! So, ready for tonight?”
“It’s only four in the afternoon,” Steve replies with a shrug. “We’ve got plenty of time before we even start getting ready.”
“Speak for yourself,” Robin and you scoff, making you both laugh.
Being friends with Robin means that you get the chance to spend the time before parties prepping at her house, just like girl friends did when you were in high school. You never quite had the chance to experience it, so you were more than happy to try it with Robin. When you told her, she even started ranting about what she would do to make it even funnier and more interesting than the party itself. And she nailed it. It’s like an after party but before.
So that’s why you both go to Robin’s four hours before the beginning of the party. Steve drops you before returning to his very own house. You see Nancy arriving in her car, pulling into Robin’s alleyway. It has been your idea to invite her. At first, you were worried that she would be boring and upsetting, but she was so eager to share girls’ moments with you that you found her pretty cool. So, now it’s your thing to the three of you. A girls’ meeting before the party.
You’ve learned so much from everyone during those moments: about relationships within the group, little details about each of them, big moments from before you arrived. Nancy told you about Barbara, her best friend before she had to move out of Hawkins.
You were glad you asked Nancy to come as you’ve started to appreciate her more than at the beginning now that you’ve learned more about her. What Jonathan told you about her also helped, and you stopped seeing her as a strict young shrew. Now you understood that she only ever tried to be better than anyone else because she knew what she wanted and wouldn’t let society dictate her life only because she was a woman. You would never tell her, but you were starting to grow admiration for her.
Girls’ meetings are also the moment during which you share your feelings with each other. Robin told you about her growing feelings for Vickie while Nancy explained why she was scared to lose Jonathan when entering university. You’ve never had real experience as you only had one night stands here and there and no boyfriend nor girlfriend, but Robin and Nancy seemed to appreciate your philosophical approach on their matter.
One day came a subject you never could anticipate. Eddie Munson. It was Robin who started rambling about music while doing her makeup then turned to face you. Big eyes, slight grin. You knew what that meant. A snoopy question nothing prepared you for.
“So, with Eddie. When did he ask you out?”
“What?”
“Come ooon Y/N! We know that you and him…”
Robin tried to find her words with gestures, using both her hands to communicate and show two people… being closer and closer? You couldn’t quite get it. Or, to be honest, you didn’t want to admit nor think about what she could imply.
“You’re together, right?” that was Nancy. She never seemed to be like the straightforward kind of woman, but during the girls’ meetings it was as if she were a totally different person.
Except you’d rather avoid Nancy’s directness, especially at this moment.
“What? No!” you didn’t want to rush your answer nor feel heat in your cheeks but there you were. The girls exchanged a knowing look.
“You know, we won’t shame you.”
“He’s hot.”
“Even hotter when he plays guitar.”
Hotter than hot when he smokes while playing guitar for my eyes and ears only, you thought, but would never admit it. Your cheeks are red enough to sell you out. You didn’t even listen to their rambling about Eddie, but you did listen again when Nancy suddenly felt serious again.
“But if you want to keep it a secret, it’s good for us, we won’t say a thing.”
“Everyone kinda already thinks that you both are a thing, though.”
“Let’s say both of you eclipsing for a moment during each party gave us a hint.”
Your eyelashes fluttered. You couldn’t believe it. They had it all wrong.
“I just have a hard time staying in a party near loud music and chatting without like… a pause? Sometimes I just need time alone for a smoke. That’s all.”
“And you hinting Eddie to follow you is your definition of being alone?” Robin probed.
“He gives me weed, that’s all.”
“As if you don’t always have a bag on you,” Nancy insisted.
“Not the same dealer, we share to taste.”
Robin and Nancy looked at each other then rolled their eyes at the same time.
Today’s girls meeting seemed to start great. Nancy asked you for philosophical references, needing some for her university entry paper. You gladly helped her while doing Robin’s hair. Philosophy’s your thing, you spend your time at the library reading philosophical books.
“So,, you and Eddie, still not a thing?” Robin asks suddenly, making you choke on the water you were drinking. “At least admit that you like the guy!”
You blush instantly. You know you can’t hide anything from them.
“He’s nice with me, and we get along pretty well as we have a few topics in common. That’s all.”
“Quit the philosophical talk for a second, would you? And tell us the truth.”
Nancy doesn’t even try to stop Robin. You just sigh, defeated.
“He’s really great and good-looking and I like our friendship. Happy?”
“You want more,” this time, Nancy’s the one talking. “You’re just like me when I was convincing myself I didn’t like Jonathan.”
“Then, Y/N, what’s stopping you?” Robin squeals.
“He can’t possibly like me back.”
“Wrong,” Nancy and Robin exclaims together.
“How can you be so sure?”
Robin rolls her eyes and looks at Nancy. The latter has a soft smile and pats your shoulder.
“During most parties, he only looks at you, he seems at ease only when you’re around. It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak or if you aren’t near him, as long as he can see you. I also overheard Mike and Dustin talking the other day. Dustin said that during D&D sessions, Eddie always overreacts to whatever your character does. Didn’t quite understand everything but apparently you even got Eddie’s fantastical winning story for your character Dustin never even got.”
You take it all in. But you still can’t believe that Eddie could feel the same way.
“I regularly help Eddie with D&D stories. Told him about an idea and he promised to work on it, hence why I had this winning story. During parties he’s just waiting for me to go outside to smoke with me.”
Nancy and Robin look at you quite defeated.
“Okay Y/N i-know-better Y/F/N. Just know that we’ll be here to tell you ‘we knew it’ the day he kisses you in front of everyone,” Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows.
You can’t believe Eddie would have feelings for you, let alone thinking about him kissing you. But at least the girls start chatting about a new topic.
–
Smoke fills your lungs while music plays in the background. It’s so soft you can hear the lapping of the water.
You’re at Reefer Rick’s with your friends for a summer party. Reefer Rick isn’t there but Eddie opened the door as he’s the key keeper while the true homeowner is away. It’s around two in the morning when you ditch the group to stay on your own near the lake, enjoying a quiet moment before returning with your friends.
The night’s so peaceful, here, away from downtown Hawkins. You love being there with a few friends, good music, alcohol and weed. This is your idea of a perfect night.
Summer has a different taste: your friends are free on their holidays, the group can go out together again, and you always have something interesting to share so you never run out of conversation topics. The teenagers also come for advice, which Steve loves to give, even though Robin and you sometimes have to nudge his sides with your elbows so he doesn’t say something idiotic.
Even Eddie’s D&D sessions are different during summer. Longer, more thrilling than ever, like a full movie sometimes lasting for three entire nights. Pulling all-nighters and working the next day proves to be exhausting but Eddie lets you sleep a bit at his place before the sessions begin. Maybe that’s one reason why you’re starting to develop feelings for the man.
He’s always been caring towards you, remembering your pizza order and always coming outside with you to smoke when he grants a pause during D&D nights,, just the two of you chatting about things people your age talk about.
But more importantly, he always manages to make you smile and laugh. He truly understands you. So, soon enough, you naturally started to come to him when you needed advice. Those conversations quickly drifting into philosophical discussions, fueled by whatever you had to smoke.
However, even if you love this little group and their energy, you sometimes need to be on your own for a few minutes, away from all the agitation. You need your alone time, only letting your cigarette to keep you company at first.
After a few party nights, Eddie started to come with you. Initially, he didn’t come right away, waiting a bit before joining you. But then you gave him of sort of signal so he would know it was the time when you needed some fresh air. And he tagged along.
His presence wasn’t a burden as you exchanged cigarettes or joints in silence, side by side; but far enough apart so you wouldn’t touch each other. Still, you quickly began to crave physical contact, so one night you stayed closer to him, letting your elbow brush against his. You felt his gaze on you, but neither of you ever said a word about it.
This party night is no different. You stare at the lake, Eddie next to you, your elbows touching in a familiar way. You close your eyes and listen to the waves slowly reaching near your feet. It’s warm enough for you to bathe, but you don’t feel the need,, you’re just enjoying the soothing sound. Soon enough, you open your eyes again, watching the water while listening to it.
Eddie and you both stay side by side like this, without a word, for a little while. You always enjoy Eddie’s presence, it’s reassuring, soft, calm. You never thought you could feel at peace near him but here you are, and you can’t quite grasp what to do with that feeling. Sure, Eddie’s a fun loving guy, but he’s still Eddie. Is it safe for you to let your feelings for him grow? Does he feel the same?
As if in answer, he silently hands you a small bag of weed. You don’t need to hide here, so you just take the bag absentmindedly, as if in auto-mode. At first, you don’t notice the handwritten message on the bag but when you start opening it to roll a joint, you can’t miss it,, it’s written in his shaky but still neat handwriting. You’ve seen his handwriting plenty of time,, mostly on D&D notes or music sheets; but this one feels different. You pause, not sure if you’ve read it correctly.
‘want to go out on a date?’
It’s so soft, so small, barely fitting on the bag. Your heart jumps. Yes. Maybe? Yes, absolutely. You know the answer, but it’s like the cat’s got your tongue, as you can’t quite wrap your head around his question. You wonder if it really comes from him or if he’s just the messenger. You want it to be the first option,, it’s his handwriting, after all. Besides, it’s been your thing,, handing each other a bag of weed whenever you’re together.
So you slowly turn your head to look at him, the bag still in between your fingers. He’s waiting for your answer, looking at you with a small smile, lips slightly parted and puppy eyes, as if silently saying “please, say yes”. And you know this is exactly what he’s thinking. But you stay like this for one more second, just to appreciate the fact that he tried to be romantic in his own way.
“Of course, Eddie, yes.”
Simple words but their effect on him is immediate and powerful. A large wide smile spreads on his lips and he immediately pulles you into a hug. You hold him tightly, as if to let him know that you feel the same way. It seems to work because you hear a soft ‘thank you’ from him, making you chuckle.
Everything’s peaceful and intimate in this moment, you’re used to being just the two of you at some point during parties like this, but this moment feels utterly different; in the best way ever possible. So you try to push aside your nagging insecure thoughts, only to focus on the untamed curls resting against you.
Because with Eddie’s eyes only on you, you feel good, and all you want is for him to feel the same.
I put all my Bridgewater (so a lot of things you’ve seen here, not only Jeremy related, I have Olivia, Vipin, Anne, Thomas, Legend Tripper and even Celeste art), Supernatural & Misha Collins/Mark Sheppard related digital art (33 arts so not all pictured here)
If you buy a file, you’ll directly get the highest quality png & pdf file so you can print it yourself (or keep it digital)! (FYI they can be neat on a wall or to bring at cons to get signed— /lh)
Prices are between 2€ and 5€ for all pieces posted now 🫶
I put all my Bridgewater (so a lot of things you’ve seen here, not only Jeremy related, I have Olivia, Vipin, Anne, Thomas, Legend Tripper and even Celeste art), Supernatural & Misha Collins/Mark Sheppard related digital art (33 arts so not all pictured here)
If you buy a file, you’ll directly get the highest quality png & pdf file so you can print it yourself (or keep it digital)! (FYI they can be neat on a wall or to bring at cons to get signed— /lh)
Prices are between 2€ and 5€ for all pieces posted now 🫶
Totally chill if you want to make fanart of this, a headcanon list, a lil discussion, or just let this die in your inbox but: Jeremy Bradshaw's books. His TBR. I can just imagine him sitting in front of his TBR cart and I'm curious about what books you think would be on it :)
Thank you for this suggestion!! Oh please know that you made me go through an ENTIRE rabbit hole of what Jeremy Bradshaw would read!! (and you did make me want to draw a fanart of Jeremy and his never-ending TBR!! I spent hours researching and that was 100% worth it)
*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ What would Jeremy Bradshaw's TBR look like? (a headcanon by yours truly) ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:*
Let me just be clear on one fact before I share my list: all the books I listed are real existing books, I did NOT use any AI whatsoever to make that list all was done with my silly adhd brain, and I also put the ISBN of the books so in the case of someone being interested to learn more about some of these books, they can easily find it! <3 Also as you know, this is only my headcanon so you can take it if you want, disagree if you want and honestly I'd be happy to see yall's opinions and if you have other books in mind please share!!!
My list is separated into two categories: academia and the non academia ones, I figured it would be maybe too much to separate non fiction from fiction and different genres (and this is not at all just because I suck at making categories obviously /s)
*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Academia books (related to his job obviously as he has to remain in touch with what his peers are writing contemporarily, being a professor obliging + it's not an entire list of what he has read or anything as it's only his current TBR, I know that Jeremy's specialty is the anthropology aspect of Northern American folklore but I do think that he has an interest over the whole question + some fields can always be overlapping):
“The anthropology of religion, magic, and witchcraft (5th edition)”, written by Rebecca L. Stein; Philip L. Stein; Benjamin R. Kracht and Marjorie M. Snipes, 2024, Routledge, ISBN 978-1032572994
“Folklore, Magic, and Witchcraft Cultural Exchanges from the Twelfth to Eighteenth Century”, edited by Marina Montesano, 2021, Routledge, ISBN 9780367557676
“Folklore, People, and Places International Perspectives on Tourism and Tradition in Storied Places”, edited by Jack Hunter, Rachael Ironside, 2023, Routledge, ISBN 9781032448312
“Folklore and Ethnology of the Modern World A Theory of Cultural Engagement”, edited by Simon J. Bronner, 2026, Routledge, ISBN 9781032625584
“Supernatural America The Paranormal in American Art”, edited by Robert Cozzolinon 2021, Chicago Press, ISBN 9780226786827
“The Oxford Handbook of American Folklore and Folklife Studies”, edited by Simon J. Bronner, 2019, Oxford University Press, ISBN 9780190840617
Let me just say that as a university student myself, if I weren't busy with my own research for my second Masters thesis... I would read some for myself, I got auto influenced there dlkjchjdkl
*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Non academia (fiction and non fiction alike sorry I’m very bad at making categories) books Jeremy would read (or re-read) for his personal knowledge, culture or out of curiosity because he has to stay informed + he always wants to learn things (all books were picked with various reasons that I thought would add or match with Jeremy's character/personality/my headcanons of him and I think it might be too long to explain every single one of them but you can figure most of them out by looking at their synopsis (I can also explain if it's obscure!), but let me just say that Jeremy is woke and proud to be and we all love him for that):
“The Emperor of Gladness”, written by Ocean Vuong, 2025, ISBN 978-0593831878
“We Are Everywhere: Protest, Power, and Pride in the History of Queer Liberation”, written by Matthew Riemer and Leighton Brown, 2019, ISBN 978-0399581816
“Giovanni’s Room”, written by James Baldwin, 1956, ISBN 978-0345806567
“How to Be a Normal Person”, written by T.J Klune, 2015; ISBN 9781634765794
“The Skin and its Girl”, written by Sarah Cypher, 2023, ISBN 978-0593499535
“The Infinite Noise: A Bright Sessions Novel” written by Lauren Shippen, 2019, ISBN 978-1250297518 (yall better read Lauren's books this is only volume 1!!!!!!!)
“The Witches: Suspicion, Betrayal, and Hysteria in 1692 Salem” written by Stephanie Schiff, 2016, ISBN 978-0316200592
“The Natural History of Eastern Massachusetts” written by Stan Freeman and Mike Nasuti, 1998, ISBN 978-0963681430
“The Folklore & Haunted Locations Guide: Massachusetts (The Folklore & Haunted Locations Guide: USA)” Written by Brian Weaver, 2020, ISBN 979-8691169724
“The Secret Language Of Cats: How to understand your cat for a better, happier relationship” Written by Susanne Schötz and Peter Kuras, 2018, ISBN 978-0263267518
This is the end of the list! I just wanted to add something about the drawing as I usually do but I figured it would take too much space as a foreword thing ksksksk! so this is a ballpoint pen drawing only, and the ink colour I've used are all on the book spines of his TBR! So pink, red, light green, light blue and purple! I wanted to play with pens again (not at all because I couldn't find anything else to work with /s) and also to see how with a limited palette I could bring variety especially to the skin and hair mostly (and I will spare you the WIP I posted over Bluesky because it was fully in green pen and I had to work to conceal this atrocity sjkhdjsk)
So that's all folks! Thank you so much for adding to the Jeremy Bradshaw shenanigans, thank you for suggesting and asking me stuff this actually means the whole world to me and I'm glad we can all share the passion!!!!! /gen
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prompt: It’s been like this for months now, Adam wanting a real kiss from Michael, not a vision. So Michael tries everything to make his human happy, even asking Sam Winchester for a little help.
Midam, Adam x Michael, third POV, 1574 words
warnings: soft fluffy imagine but slight mention of anxiety and overprotection, physical touch like hugs & kisses (romantic way), physical affection (friendly hand on shoulder)
a/n: this imagine takes place after last season, forgetting almost everything from the last season tbh (Dean, Crowley, Castiel, Gabriel, etc aren’t dead)
don't hesitate to send request for every character & ship you want (:
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“I wish we could kiss,” said Adam with a small sad smile. Michael projected a kiss in Adam’s mind, trying his best to make it feel as real as possible. Adam shook his head, erasing the sweet image.
“Not like this. I mean a real kiss, your mouth on mine… y’know?”
Michael didn’t answer. What could he? A real kiss wasn’t easy, near impossible, without possessing another body. And even when possessing another body, the kiss never felt right. The vessel was different each time, making Adam uncomfortable – almost as if he was cheating on his boyfriend even if Michael were the same no matter his vessel.
So when Adam asks for a real kiss, Michael says nothing. When Adam is asleep or when Michael is fully controlling their shared body, the archangel would try to work on his powers to become stronger, to make the illusion of the kisses and hugs even more real without leaving his body. But it was harder than he thought and he had no one to ask advice to. He feared his own brothers would pity or shame him and he didn’t want this – or more like he didn’t want them to joke about it in front of Adam. He thought about asking Castiel but Cas isn’t strong enough to know this kind of power. Hell, he even thought asking Crowley or Rowena! but he didn’t want to be involved with black magic or demon.
Hence why he was knocking on Sam’s door. Entering the bunker wasn’t easy and he feared Dean wouldn’t let him entered if Adam wasn’t there but the oldest Winchester seemed to have softened and let him in. After having answered vaguely Dean’s questions, he walked straight to Sam’s bedroom. He opened quickly, as if he was waiting for Michael to come, making him feel weird.
“Hi Michael, what can I do for you?” asked Sam almost immediately.
Michael looked at him from head to toe. Disoriented. Uncomfortable.
“How?…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Sam answering already.
“When Adam knocks, it’s soft and I always almost don’t hear it. You’re knocking on the door as if your life depends on it. And Dean sent me a message. So, what can I do for you?”
Michael winced. Of course the answer was as simple as that. He sighed, entering Sam’s room and closing behind him.
“Well it is rather… embarrassing. Know that I hate asking you for this but I am here for Adam.”
“Go on.”
Sam sat on his bed, showing the desk’s chair to Michael, feeling this conversation would be a long one. Michael hesitated but finally sat on the chair, looking at Sam. God, it was so hard to talk about something as private as this.
“Dude, if it’s for Adam I won’t judge you so go on.”
The younger Winchester had something kind and generous in him. Michael thought for a second, before finally saying to himself that he made the right decision. Michael started to talk, to share things to Sam while the boy was listening carefully, nodding his head from time to time. He even reached for Michael’s shoulder to pat it, to give him comfort and confidence in his revelation. Sam wasn’t judging the archangel not feeling pity – as Michael feared – he was silently supporting and maybe even trying to search for a solution already.
“But I can’t. It doesn’t work and I didn’t know who to ask for help. So I thought you were the one who could help me without judging us or shaming Adam for being with me.”
Sam said nothing, he just stared at Michael and the archangel suddenly felt as if he said something dumb or wrong. But Sam only smiled softly then raising on his feet.
“Michael, man, nobody will judge Adam for loving you. You spent 1080 years in Hell together!”
“So… you’ll help me? Without saying anything to the others?”
“Right,” Sam sighed. “If you wish to not say anything, I won’t.”
Michael almost jumped from his chair.
“Thank you, Sam Winchester.”
“Woah, calm down with the family name. I’m just helping, I didn’t say it’ll work. Why don’t you ask Jack by the way? He’s God now.”
“Because he’s a kid.”
“Yeah but the most powerful one. Anyway, gotta start reading some books. Be ready for your training, I’ll call you when I find something.”
Sam winked at Michael and made him leave his room, then heading straight to the bunker’s library. Michael stayed there, helpless and unable to say anything, just leaving the bunker after having say goodbye to Dean. He returned at home and was so perturbed that he let Adam take the control again.
When Sam called, it was late during the night. Adam was asleep, Michael wide awake, champing at the bit, afraid Sam called someone and told everything. But when the phone rang, Michael jumped on it and answered straight away. Sam chuckled.
“Alright. I think I found something. I’ll come over, you won’t achieve anything in the bunker.”
And with this single message, the Winchester stopped the call and was with Michael twenty minutes later. A chance nobody was on the road, Sam said. Michael didn’t dare to ask how far above the speed limit he was. Sam exposed his books, showing Michael everything he found about the urgent matter.
Michael didn’t have the time to read, urging Sam to explain what he had to do. The younger brother laughed but told him, explaining everything he found. So the archangel tried. And retried. Again. And again. Until he said stopped. It was almost dawn and Sam didn’t sleep. Michael could tell he was exhausted to watch a grown archangel, the oldest one, not even reaching a small part of his goal. He knew Sam felt as if he was failing him. Michael wanted to say that he did his best helping him and that he should go home and rest but Sam didn’t want to. He wanted to continue, to find a solution, to make Adam happy and Michael feeling better about their relationship.
“Michael, you have to feel what you’re wishing for, what you wanna make Adam feel, otherwise it can’t work.”
“I’m trying Sam, but it doesn’t work! Go home, I can’t do that.”
“No. You have to understand how to be vulnerable. This power works only if you’re as vulnerable as Adam, if you feel the same things as Adam. Nothing can happen, so try again, make you vulnerable.”
“How? I have to protect him, Sam, I am an archangel and…”
“You’re Adam’s boyfriend right now, you have to make sure he’s happy and you have to love him. Love sure is a feeling of vulnerability so you have to break the walls you created around you. Go on, please, man. You can do it. Just… let your feelings take over.”
“If something happens, you’ll protect us?”
“Dude I’m a hunter, of course. Now shut up and try already!”
The archangel never felt this, a strange feeling, as he was trying to become like Adam. He suddenly felt lighter, enveloped by Adam’s love, feeling his own love enveloping and embracing him – he saw them kissing, hugging, he felt and saw it and wished for it to be true, wishing so hard that he forgot everything and only thought about Adam and felt even more in love and he tried to redirect his affection towards Adam and in no time he felt an answer to his kiss. The archangel closes his eyes, leaning in the kiss, in the new embrace. He didn’t ask himself what was happening – for the first time he was enjoying Adam and himself only, without anything coming in between them. Sam, from the outside, saw Adam and Michael’s shared body leaning in the soft mattress and pillows. He saw all the anxiety and blood pressure of Michael leaving the body, almost as if Adam took control again. But it was still the archangel, powerfully dominating his feelings and Adam.
That is when Michael felt the urge to press himself against Adam that the human woke up, in the tightest hug and most loving kiss he ever had. He was submerged by Michael’s love, surprised even. But most of all, he was happy, serene, calm. He was enjoying everything his archangel was giving him at the moment and what a moment! It felt as if they were doing it for years but Adam would never want to stop. It felt too right, too perfect to break it. But the archangel couldn’t stay like this for too long, leaving his human eager for more. Yet Adam was still feeling the link between them, he could almost see it and even though he was left without being warned.
No one dared to speak, Michael too surprised by himself, Adam too shocked and happy, and Sam couldn’t resign himself from stopping this quite private moment. The archangel only looked at the Winchester and only moved his lips in a “thank you”. Sam, without making a sound, left them. Michael was still hugging Adam, clenching at him. Adam was still feeling everything, almost painting after this mouthful kiss. A kiss that prevented a lot more, now that the archangel knew how to be even more powerful to fulfill his human’s desires.
prompt: after a hard day with SAMCRO, Chibs could really use a shower, a dinner and your presence. Nothing else but a sweet evening with his s/o.
gender neutral!reader, third pov, Chibs & reader are a couple, reader is friend with Sons of Anarchy, 820 words
warnings: mention of blood, mc’s activites, nudity, smoking, drinking (wine) allusion of sexual activity, age gap, physical touch (romantic way)
a/n: small fluffy imagine with Chibs just bc I love him; don’t hesitate to send request for every character you want (:
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“Babe I’m home,” you heard Chibs’ voice across the small apartment you two shared. You got up from your bed you were sitting on and you came to meet a slightly bloody Chibs. “Not mine,” he just whispered as he saw you looking at him.
“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” you simply asked while you both were heading to the bathroom.
“Nope. Right now I want you and me in the shower,” he replied with a grin, which made you laugh.
“You never stop,” you said and he shook his head.
“Never, babe.”
Chibs kissed you, already undressing himself. You did the same, and the both of you went under the hot water. You were used to Chibs’ activities with the Sons of Anarchy. In fact, you were used to the charter’s activities. So when Chibs would returned at home all bloody after a day, you would not freaked out or complained. You would always stayed there for him if he wanted to talk, but you would never pushed him, only doing whatever the two of you wanted to enjoy your evenings.
After your shower Chibs was only wearing a towel around his hips while you were already wearing your pyjamas.
“What d’you want for dinner?” you asked him.
“Ye,” he replied, a crooked grin on his lips.
“Again? You sure you can handle that many rounds?” you were only playing with him, of course.
“Love, I migh’ be more than 15 years older than ya but I still can show ya who’s the boss here.”
He gave you a kiss and a small slap on one of your butt cheek, making you laugh.
“To be honest I’ll eat whatever’s left in the fridge and the cupboards. I think ya’ll need to run some errands tomorrow if it’s alright for ya.”
“Yeah no prob’ I’ll do it.”
You smiled softly, already busy finding what to cook. You knew Chibs could also cook, but sometimes you just like being the one cooking. While you were busy making dinner, Chibs would usually set the table and poured a glass of wine for the both of you, the smell of his smoke blending with the smell of the food.
After having put some sweat pants on, Filip returned in the kitchen, dinner almost ready. You didn’t do anything fancy, only spaghetti, but that was always great for him after a day working with the club. You put the plate before him as he was turning the tv on. You sat next to him and he gave you your glass of wine.
“What d’ya wanna watch?” Chibs asked.
“Let’s watch Pride and Prejudice!” you immediately replied.
“Again? Isn’t it like the third time in two month we watch it?”
“Yeah but I love it,” you said with big pleading eyes.
“‘kay but next time I’m the one choosin’ the movie.”
You smiled and went to put the dvd in the player.
It was your little habit. Just you two and a movie night, relaxing together. Of course Chibs loved to spend the night at the clubhouse but sometimes he was better alone with you than with the club. And sometimes he also loved having you around at the clubhouse. It all depended on his moods, yours, the day you both had. And right now, spending some time with your loved one, felt like the perfect evening.
“Aye, can’t get enough of that movie, can ye?” Filip put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as the movie just finished.
“I’m sure you love it too,” you joked.
“Kinda have too, after havin’ watch it that many times.”
Chibs laughed then kissed you and you went deeper in his embrace. You smelt his cologne mixed with the smoke and you felt at home.
He let a hand running through your hair and you stared at the paused screen in front of you. The black background was letting you see yourself in Chibs’ arms. You also could see his disturbed face and look.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” you asked, brushing his cheek with your nose.
“Too many things, babe. Don’t wanna upset ya with the club’s shit.” He kissed your forehead. “Jax’s a good president, I trust him enough.”
You nodded and kissed his cheeks. He lit a cigarette and you looked at him, only to meet his gaze on you.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothin’. Ye’re cute. What if we go to bed?” Chibs asked, a small and soft smile on his lips. You agreed and you both put an end – in your bedroom – to another crazy day.
You knew a small evening with you in his arms could make Chibs’ day better, so that’s what you did tonight. With him, you never felt the need to ask him about his day or about the club’s activities because he was the one to talk to you when he needed to.
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here’s my Soldier Boy masterlist! I wanted to start a series of imagines with Soldier Boy. I really want to write more about him and I’ve some ideas and some won’t be only one part so I guess it’s time for me to make a special masterlist only for Soldier Boy so you can find each imagine (and their next parts) easier. And my big masterlist won’t be too messy! Mostly soft and fluffy, some spoiler free and some not, no smut, I’ll write what I want and like.
please please if you have any idea you want me to write, feel free to ask!! enjoy the imagines <3
I’m not used to this stuff but if you want me to tag you on my next imagines just reply under this post (my post aren’t scheduled so don’t expect to be tagged every day nor every week)
also, you can find me on twitter under @/_theangelssing
a/n: this imagine will have a next part, mention of The Boys, only based on the tv show! forget everything about the end of the boys and let’s pretend the boys and soldier boy are friends <3
prompt: You thought Ben was the kind of guy who doesn’t remember anything their partner talk about. But You were wrong, Ben actually does remember everything you’re talking about. Here’s the proof with a painting you absolutely loved.
“Luv, where did you see the painting you were talking about the other day?”
You looked at him with big round eyes.
“Can you repeat, please?” you asked.
He only entered the room but was surprised to see you looking at him like that.
“Uh,, I was asking you about the painting you were talking about the other day. Where did you see it?”
“You mean, the painting?”
“Well, I think so, yeah,” he answered, kind of disturbed by how you were acting. “Doll, you sure you’re okay?”
You didn’t reply straight away, you were trying to understand how he could’ve remembered this small detail.
“We’re both talking about the painting from the small gallery on the street the boys are staying?”
“I guess, yeah, I think so, why?” Ben was slowly starting to worry.
“I barely mentioned it, never thought it was that important for you.”
It was Ben’s turn to look at you with big round eyes.
“Luv, you were really excited to go there only for that painting. ‘course I remember it.”
“Well, true, but it wasn’t the most important thing we did the other day.”
“You said you wanted it in your house. It was important.”
You looked at each other, you still shocked and him still amazed by how you could imagine he wouldn’t have remembered that detail.”
“Anyway, I asked because the exhibition ends today and the owner wants to sell it. Do you still want it?”
You blinked before pinching yourself.
“Luv why are you doing that?”
“Who told you about that? I didn’t mention it!”
“Not to me but you talked about it with Hughie. I was there y’know, still have functional hearing. And a brain.”
“Yeah, right,, sorry. Just didn’t think you would remember that.”
“C’mon, let’s ask the owner so you can have your painting.”
You lowered your eyes, looking at the floor. Ben took your hands, he didn’t understand your brutal change of behavior.
“As sweet as it is from you to propose that, I can’t afford buying the painting,” you sadly said.
“Who said you will buy the painting?”
For the second time you blinked and looked at Ben with big round eyes. You stayed speechless while Ben was grinning.
“Doll, don’t forget who am I, please.”
“I don’t but,,”
“No but, you let me offer you that painting.”
He was strict but sweet as the same time. You still could make your own choice, of course, but you knew he was sincere so it wasn’t difficult.
“You sure? I don’t wanna,,”
“I’m sure luv, if I tell ya,” he replied softly.
You finally nodded and Ben knew it was your answer. A bright smile took place on his lips.
“Right, let’s get ready then.”
He kissed you and you only murmured a ‘thank you’.
“Of course luv, anything for you.”
Ben was hard sometimes, but with you he was gentle, patient. You were happy to be with him, and thankful to the boys for letting you be with him.
Synopsis: Dean Winchester does a karaoke alone in his car. Little does he know that changing slightly the lyrics of Paradise City from “the girls are pretty” to “the boys are pretty” will change his relationship with Crowley.
Tags: Coming Out, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Trans Dean Winchester, Trans Male Character, FTM Dean Winchester, Drowley, Crowlean - Freeform, Pansexual Crowley (Supernatural), Love, Love Confessions, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Song: Paradise City (Guns N' Roses), Karaoke, Driving, Crowley (Supernatural) Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester loves Crowley (Supernatural), Supportive Crowley (Supernatural), Anxious Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Has A Panic Attack, Crowley (Supernatural) comforts Dean Winchester, Partners to Lovers, Mild Language, Tiny bit of transphobia (in the past) mentioned
a/n: this imagine doesn’t take place during The Boys’ events, I just took Soldier Boy’s story and did the imagine, only based on the tv show! I wrote that one at midnight, sorry if there’s any error, please do tell me. as always, if you want more, feel free to ask!
prompt: what if Soldier Boy was free from the Russian by you a long time ago? You and Ben living an happy romantic life.
The sun was hitting through the open windows while the curtains were moving slowly because of the wind. It was a peaceful summer morning. The light woke you up. It was still early and you were still sleepy. The body against yours didn’t move when you tried to come closer, you just heard a grunt. You kissed one of your boyfriend’s cheek. Only after that you finally felt an arm around your own body, making you giggle.
Ben and you bought a cosy house far away from the city. You always wanted to live in a cottage and he made sure your dream comes true. You spent many months working together so the house could become your little nest. You were proud of you, and at the end of the renovations Ben asked you to be his spouse and you said yes without any doubts.
As a young engaged couple, you were always watching your ring a lot. Ben chose the perfect one. This morning didn’t escape your routine. You tried to remove your arm from Ben’s and you watched the little ring shining on your finger. It made you smile. You felt and saw Ben’s hand on yours, intertwining your fingers.
“Already awake sweetheart?” he asked while kissing your forehead.
“Mmhmmh,” you muttered.
A small smile appeared on his lips and he started to slowly stroke your hand with his. You really liked the cute Ben, you always liked everything about him, except his misogyny – even though he was doing his best to actually change the way he’s acting as he doesn’t live in 1940 anymore.
“What are you thinking about?” he wondered, as you were staring at your intertwined fingers without moving.
“I wish we could make breakfast together, today,” you replied while moving your head to meet his eyes. He was looking right at you, with his usual lovely morning expression.
“Right, what d’you wanna eat?”
You were kinda surprised he accepted that fast so you didn’t answered right away. You were too lost in his glance anyway.
“Baby? What do you want for breakfast?”
“I want some pancakes! Oh and can we make some cookies too?! Not for breakfast but i really want cookies. With orange juice. Or apple juice! Wait wait, with milk, it’s better with milk.”
You heard him laughing before kissing you.
“Sweetheart, you can eat whatever you want y’know,” he said then kissed your forehead for the second time this morning.
“I know but.. It’s breakfast..”
“Well, let’s have some pancakes with milk for breakfast then we do your cookies while drinking apple and orange juices.”
Oh how you loved this man. He was always there for you whatever you needed or wanted.
“Are you sure you want to make pancakes and cookies with me?” you asked, not so sure of you though.
“Of course, as long as it makes you happy,” he replied with his eyes in yours, the green meeting something deep in your soul, you could feel it.
You muttered a thank you and before being able to understand what was going on, you were in his arms and out of bed.
“Ben!” you yelled as he was holding you on his shoulder. He sure was laughing, proud of him, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him as he was heading to the kitchen.
“I’ll land your majesty on the counter, if that’s good for your majesty.” You just nodded as an answer.
He gave you a little squeeze on your thigh before you felt the wood under you.
“What do we do first?” he asked you.
“We find the ingredients, a bowl and a frypan.”
“Don’t move, I do it.”
You contained your laugh while watching him struggling to find everything. This poor man didn’t know his own kitchen that well.
“Want some help?”
“Uh.. No. You stay on the counter,” he replied, not so sure of himself.
After some minutes Ben finally found a bowl and a frypan. But he was clueless looking in the fridge.
“Do you even know what are the ingredients?” you finally asked him as he was closing the fridge’s door.
“Well.. I never made pancakes y’know..”
“That’s what I thought,” you laughed and get down off the counter. “Let me explain.”
Ben wasn’t the best, you knew about his past, but you were both in love with each other and nothing else mattered during those soft moments. You knew he still had a lot to learn if he wanted to fit in today’s society but you always promised to be there for him. Of course you also knew Soldier Boy would always be Soldier Boy, but for you he was Ben, the man who asked you to become his only spouse. He still was making mistakes but he was so careful with you.
