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random spn ask: henry winchester or samuel campbell?
I’m gonna have to say Henry. I think he was just trying to do the right thing when he sacrificed himself for the boys, even thought he knew it meant he would never see his own son again.
Watching the Supernatural finale is realizing that Sam will probably be the last person to ever touch or even think about the Men of Letters bunker bc he was the last legacy alive. So the memory of not only Dean, but of the bunker, dies with him. 😭😭😭😭
Blog Update
Hey guys! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’ve come back to make an announcement! Since my last post, I’ve really kind of fallen out of all the fandoms I’ve posted for in the past. So I will be updating my fandom list and who I will write for. I will not expand on any of my past posts but they will stay up, I will not be taking them down. I really do apologize for not posting for the last 6-7 months, a lot of family things came up and I just ran out of free time to be able to write.
Blog stuff
hey guys! I know I haven’t posted in a bit, writers block has been hitting me hard. But I was looking at my blog and I realized it’s kind of all over the place? Like with the fandoms I’m in and things. So how would you guys feel if I kind of re-branded? Like I narrowed it down to three or four fandoms instead of ten or eleven? I’d probably finish the Undercover Care series, but I’d re-brand after that? I don’t know, lmk what you guys think! Sorry again for not posting much, I’ll try to get a few chapters of Undercover Care out in the next month or so, but lmk guys!
are there any masterlist of your works? especially myct bcs i can't find them tho😩
hello! I am working on setting up a master list sooner or later, I haven’t gotten around to doing it yet! Once I have a little more inspiration to write, I will probably get a master list up and running
dude ur blog theme is so nice ?? 😭😭
Thank you so much! I thought a softer layout would be nice instead of a bunch of harsh or brash colors. I really appreciate the compliment!
Hi, I just found you, and I wanted to ask if you're going to continue the Undercover Care series?
Sorry if I'm bothering you. I hope you have a good day or evening.
Hello Anon! So, as of right now I do plan to continue the series, I have many drafts saved, writers block is hitting me so bad right now and on top of that I am packing for a big family trip, so it may take a little for the next few posts to go up.
You are not bothering me! I love getting requests or asks, and I hope you also have a good morning afternoon or evening!
Hi, just came here to say that I’m really excited to find someone who’s still writing SBI x reader nowadays! Although I don’t care for Wil anymore, I do still love the other three a lot (especially Techno haha). Looking forward to your babysitter series!!
Hi! Thank you so much! This means a lot to me, I’m glad you’re excited! I have the next few parts all planned out and I am planning on focusing on Techno and Tommy more than I am Wil. Phil will be gone for a bit, but he’ll eventually get his own part too. Thank you again for commenting! I hope you enjoy what’s to come!!
Thinking about being an elven princess and being betrothed to Fíli - to improve relationships between your kingdom and his- but being absolutely enthralled by Kíli (sorry to all my Fíli lovers but im having a moment here)
By dwarvish standards Kíli isn’t particularly handsome, but his brother is, so it makes sense that you’d be set to marry him. But theres something so special about Kíli that you can’t quite place. Is it his charm, his stupidly handsome grin, or maybe its his eyes..oh god his eyes.
You spend weeks -per your own request- learning about dwarvish customs and earning the people’s trust. BUT GOD DAMN Kíli is fine and you try to stay away from him, you really do, but by some divine miracle-me- you constantly end up being together.
Now to ease the pain a little, Fíli isn’t a complete idiot and is clear that you’re in love with his brother, and thats fine…coz he doesn’t want you either. But the wedding is tomorrow and its too late to cancel that ho.
whatever will they do???!?
i wanna write this so bad 😭😭
i might have to write a little something special for my man as an apology for not giving him enough love.
also psa..i wasn’t ashamed of him per se, it was moreso my love for lotr/the hobbit. I am now 19 and happily a nerd.
im no longer ashamed of my love for the kili durin.
LOOK AT MY LITTLE MAN.
Had my new years poop, im gonna eat 12 grapes, imma be an academic weapon! YK WHAT! I ALREADY HAVE IT YK WHY?? COZ I AM THAT GUY! I ALREADY HAVE IT. HEAR THAT UNIVERSE IM MANIFESTING WHAT I ALREADY HAVE! THE LIFE I WANT I HAAAAVE!!!!
im no longer ashamed of my love for kili durin.
LOOK AT MY LITTLE MAN.
Star Crossed| Armando Aretas | Teaser
✩Description: Requested by @nelo0wesker : “Enemies to lovers Armando X reader. Readers in the mafia while Armando in the cartel”
✩ Pairing : Armando Aretas x Fem!reader
✩ Genre : Dark Mafia Romance
✩ Warnings: 17+ (smut in later chapters, Violence, Drug usage, Gang Violence, Sexual/Dark themes, Child endangerment, source accurate violence, bad language, death, my awful spelling and grammar, my terrible Spanish translations (i’m a little rusty), made up characters
✩ Fandom: Bad Boys
✩ Taglist : @nelo0wesker @twinklestarslight @mzbeautii96 @geneziesm @mcotton0928 @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @sunrisesfromthewest
✩ A/n: i didn’t know how i could put this in one post so its going to be a multi part fic! i really hope yall enjoy this . i should be updating weekly (hopefully..) pls lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist or if you would like a rundown of the characters xx
anywayss…
Teaser under the cut !! * *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*
enjoy!! :)
Star Crossed| Armando Aretas
“But Dad, why?” she huffed, throwing her arms in the air in frustration.
“Because i said no.”
“But thats not a good enough answer.”
“Y/n, seriously, leave it alone.” he responded, shooting her a glance.
“But I have been training my whole life for this! How am i supposed to take over one day if you can’t trust me to do this?!” she was seething with rage, her nails digging into her palms. She had been told she could ‘go out in the field’ once she had completed her training and was now being denied that right. To say it pissed her off was a serious understatement.
“Mom would want me to do this!”
“Your mother is dead! She cannot want anything! You’re not going and that is final!”
She took a step back, tears welling in her eyes. Ever since her mother had died on a mission, her father had become cold and distant. It was almost as if he never cared for her.
“Thats not fair , and you know it,” she spoke through gritted teeth, her hands balled up in fists at her sides. “If you really don’t want me there despite me being your best agent, fine. But when it all goes to shit, don’t ask me to help.”
She left her fathers office, the thud of her boots following her. Her father sighed, holding his face in his hands. Y/n was just like her mother, dedicated, hardworking, and undeniably stubborn. She couldn’t understand why her father wouldn’t allow her to assist the team on this mission. She thought he was coddling her, holding her back from her full potential. But in reality, he was protecting her.
She stomped all the way to her room, throwing herself on the plush mattress. Her bedroom door clicked open, the sound of kitten heels on the hardwood floors piquing her attention.
“Little one, what did i tell you about shoes on the bed?” the sweet and comforting voice of her childhood nanny, Rosetta, made her huff out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “Sorry Miss Rosetta.” she apologised, unlacing her boots and placing them by her bed. “Good, now what’s with that face? Pretty girls like you shouldn’t frown like that.” Rosetta smiled softly, sitting next to her. Her hair was bouncy and smelled like shea butter and coconut oil. Her makeup was light and refreshing, making her look younger than she really was, though Y/n would never point that out because she knew how sensitive Rosetta was about her looks. she dressed unlike the house staff you would expect to find in a home like Y/n’s, more like a rich aunt rather than a nanny.
“Dad is being difficult again.” Y/n grumbled, crossing her arms, her lip slightly jutted out. Rosetta smiled softly at her, the wrinkles by her eyes becoming more prominent. “Now Miss Y/n, you know he is just looking out for you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, or worse.” she reasoned, petting y/n’s hair. Rosetta was painfully aware of what had happened to Y/n’s mother, and knew it was a sensitive subject, so she made sure to tread lightly.
Y/n stood from her place on the bed, pacing around her lavish room. “But i am not a baby anymore and he knows that! I am one of the most skilled people on the team but he still treats me like a child. It’s not fair!” she argued, her frustration becoming more and more apparent in the way she spoke.
Rosetta smiled, “Well i can’t blame him when you act like this. If i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were having a temper tantrum,” she joked, her tone light, a gentle grin on her face. Y/n rolled her eyes in response, walking back to her bed. Rosetta held her arms open for her, as she used to when Y/n was younger. She laid her head in Rosetta’s lap, allowing the older woman to rake her fingers through her hair, the tension melting from her body.
“Look, Munchkin, your Baba cares about you. He wants you to be safe, and so do i. He has already lost so much, he cannot lose you too.”, Rosetta affirmed, looking down at the sweet girl in her lap. She looked almost the same as she did when she was a child, still soft and precious, but fiercer and somehow more headstrong.
Y/n often despised the way that no matter what Rosetta said, she made sense, she always made sense. “Now dinner will be ready soon, will you be coming down?” She asked, looking down at the girl curled up in her lap.
“I will, but i’m not talking to him.”
The dinner was quiet as ever, just Y/n and her father sat at the table on opposite ends, the same way it had been since her mother died. Rosetta stood off to the side, refilling their glasses whenever they emptied.
“Silent treatment? Real mature Y/n, real mature.” he father stated, taking a sip from the glass of water Rosetta had poured for him. Y/n stood her ground. She wasn’t trying to be childish or petty, she was trying not to to say something she would regret later on, for she did not have a good grasp on the sharp tongue she inherited from her father. Though, it did make arguments with him all the more interesting. “The target is called Benit-”
“Im not going remember? why would you tell me?” she interrupted harshly, her jaw clenched and eyes glaring daggers at her father. “You exhaust me, daughter, you really do.” Her dad sighed, taking a forkful of food and putting it into his mouth. “I’m just trying to fill the silence that you insist upon, because you are too spoiled to take no for an answer, but i guess that is not good enough for you, because nothing ever is.” he grumbled, knowing perfectly well that she would hear every word.
“I insist on the silence, because at least when it’s silent my very existence isn’t being insulted.” she quipped back, cutting up her food and shoving some in her mouth in a hurried attempt to shut herself up. Her father may be head of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t her dad.
“Well maybe if you just did as you were told for once, without questioning my every decision i wouldn’t have to call you out on your petulance!”
“Oh I’m petulant? Says the man who won’t let anyone do anything because he’s too afraid!”
“You are just like your mother, always flying off the handle, not thinking before acting!”
“Mom never listened to your stupid demands and orders!”
“Look where that got her!, the silence was so deafening you could hear a pin drop. “Honey I-”
“How could you say something like that? She did nothing but love you and this is how you talk about her? You berate her for the only mistake she ever made, which was protecting me! She was perfect, never cursed, was polite and knew how to handle herself without getting herself into trouble. You tell me i am just like her?! Well i wish i was like her, maybe then you wouldn’t view me so negatively . Or maybe you would, because that’s exactly how you view her.” Her fists slammed against the table as she rose from her chair.
“Miss Y/n-”
“Miraculously my appetite has gone, thank you for the food though Rosetta.” and with that, she left to her room.
“I dont even want to hear it, Rose” her father huffed, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched together.
“You are both in the wrong. That’s all.” She smiled, placing her hand on Claude’s shoulder, her thumb grazing the fabric of his well tailored suit.
“I know.”
“Hey Boss?” a tall man, of a muscular build walked up to the table, papers in hand. “Yes Lorenzo?” Claude responded, rubbing his temple with his fingers. “I got everything i could on our target from our guy inside, but his tracker just went dead.” Lorenzo admitted, his head low, making sure not to make eye contact with his boss.
“What do you mean his tracker went dead?” Claude breathed, his fist slamming on the table top, causing Rosetta to jump while she cleaned up. “I mean his tracker was on and then it wasn’t.” Lorenzo asserted, huffing out a breath.
“You think this is funny, Enzo?” Claude stood up, grabbing the collar of Lorenzo’s shirt in his fist and and pulling his face closer toward his own.
“No boss.” Claude stared right into Lorenzo’s eyes, his teeth clenched in fury.
“Fix it.”
“Well, we think he may have been discovered, and you know, blown his cover.” Enzo responded calmly, knowing if he reacted the way he wanted to he’d be out of a job, and possibly a life. “Damn you Aretas.” he sighed, his knees suddenly becoming weak.
“Boss!”
“Claude!”, Rosetta ran to his side, holding him up as Lorenzo helped her situate him in the chair. “Kill him, i dont care what you have to do to make it happen. i want him dead.”
“Miguel. Ven aqí (come here)” a gruff voice demanded silence from a small group of men playing a round of Cheat, at a table in the middle of a worn down garage.
“Yeah Jay?” Miguel answered, a sweet smile gracing his lips, his two gold canines on full display.
“Did you do what i asked you to?” he was strangely calm, his left eyebrow slightly raised in mock amusement.
“Yeah of course i did.” Miguel answered, his hands moving straight to his pockets. He was lying.
“What did i ask you to do, hmm?” Jay’s hand made its way to Miguels face, squishing the skin in his hand, as the panic started and sweat began to settle on his forehead. ‘oh shit, what did he ask me to do,’ he thought, trying hard to remember the simple task he was asked to complete.
“I asked you to count the money.”
“Oh yeaaah count the money,” his response was delayed and drawn out, a clear indication that he had not in fact counted the money like Jay had asked him to.
“You see, Compa (friend), i asked you to do one thing,huh? Una cosa (one thing) , and you couldn’t even do that,” Miguel looked his ‘friend’ up and down, he was clearly upset, he fucked up.. bad.
before he could utter an apology for his incompetence he felt the cool end of a gun against his temple. “One thing buddy, thats all i asked. Look man, I knew you were stupid, but i didn’t know all that food you ate inhibited your brain functions!” Jay’s words were like venom. He was never nice to anyone but this was too far, even for him.
“Look man, i got distracted, I’m sorry, i’ll count the racks up before Boss gets back, i swear just don’t shoot.” he begged, tears beginning to well in his eyes.
“I should shoot ya’ in ya’ head, maybe it’ll rearrange your brain, make you useful, hmm?” he spat, digging the barrel of the gun further into his skull. “Or maybe i should shoot ya’ dick off, maybe then you’ll spend less time thinking about las putas (the whores) we see on the street and more time thinking about the simple fucking things i ask your dumbass to do!”
“Please man, you know i have a wife and kids, man. I am begging you.”
“Damn, i forgot about that pretty little thing you call your wife. fuck, you think if if i shoot you i could play step daddy for you, hmm? Keep your side of the bed warm. Snuggle up with ya’ Mrs, give her some good- ”
*Bang*
The sound of a gunshot resounded through the garage. Miguel checked himself over for bullet holes as Jay’s body hit the ground with a heavy thud, his gun falling from his grasp.
“Louis.” Armando said, watching the blood pour from Jay’s lifeless body and pool around him. “Yeah boss?,” a young boy, no older than 19 stood abruptly from his seat at the card table, almost knocking his chair over.
“Clean that up will you? I hate rats.”
“Yes boss.”
“And Miguel? Go count the money before i bury you with him.”
“Yes, boss.”
Hope you enjoyed the teaser!! the first part will be out soon xx
does anyone have any Armando Aretas or Jacob Scipio fic ideas coz i am ITCHING to write but i have 0 ideas.
GET TO KNOW ME!! 🌺.
Name: Angel (not my real name, but yk, privacy)
Age: 18
Pronouns: she/her
Big three: scorpio sun, capricorn moon, capricorn rising
Likes: food, my little fictional wifeys (most of them are grown ass men), sushi, sour sweets, some anime's studio ghibli films, ducks
Fandoms I write for: Bad Boys, One Piece, DC Titans, MCU, Saltburn, Ultraman, Stranger Things, ' ( things may change, but feel free to ask who I write for <3
・I am Black so if any fics seem more suited to poc or black people that is probably why.
・Im british (not proud of it but oh well)
・im super friendly and don’t bite (unless u want me to.. jkjkjkjk) so dont be afraid to message me or leave asks :))