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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.💕

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Your Boys

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Reader x Carlos Oliveira

A/N: I’m gonna have this set in Resident Evil 3. I’ll write a Lady Dimitrescu fic soon, I just gotta think of something😅 A/N 2: I searched up Karl’s eye colour and the closest thing I could think of is green when I saw a photo of him without glasses

Sitting impatiently on the train, your leg bounces up and down; something that happens when your two boys take longer than they said they were gonna take, and of the world you currently live in.

Overall, the leg shaking eases you a bit.

Sitting uncomfortably, you stand up to walk back and forth of the train cart. “I swear, once those boys come back, I’m gonna kill them.”

“Now, why would you want to do that?”

Jolting in one place, you quickly got your handgun, the barrel aiming at Karl’s head. “You stupid fuck.” You put your gun back in its holster.

“Why is he a stupid fuck?” Carlos’ voice behind you had you jolt in your spot again, your knife in your hand and the tip towards his way.

“Both of you are stupid fucks!” You smack the back of Carlos’ head and kick Karl’s thigh. They both groan at the pain from the hits; Carlos rubbing his head, Karl massaging his thigh.

“Sorry, sweetheart, about scaring you and not being here on time.”

“How did you-?”

“You pace around when you get anxious, and this isn’t the first time that it’s happened.” Carlos cuts you off, his hands on your hips with his chest against your back.

“We just didn’t want to say anything, sweet.” Karl takes his glasses and hat off, showing his green eyes and crazed hair. 

A hand buries itself in his hair as your other goes in Carlos’ as his head is rested on your shoulder. You feel his lips press a few kisses to your neck.

“Can we go home now, boys? It’s late,” you break the few seconds of silence. The boys both laughed at your slight change of mood.

“Yeah, we can go home,” Carlos replied, straightening himself up, but not before pressing his lips to yours. Once he backed up, Karl did the same, making you happy that you got your daily kiss.

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I was tagged by @mlmxreader

rules: post photos of 8/9 ppl u have a crush on/are attracted to (other ppl might notice patterns in ur attraction you don't)

I'm tagging @a-jynx @mostlybarnes @lilian-maximoff

No pressure in doing it

And I have more people I have a crush on/attracted to 😅

Could you write Castiel x a male reader who is not used to physical contact? But reader feels like he needs a hug from Castiel but he's afraid to ask him because he's had a crush on him for a while now and he doesn't know how Castiel would react to him asking for a hug. Thank you!

Of course I can write this, I’ll give it a try :) I apologize for taking long on your request.

An Angel's Touch

The pen in your hand gets lazily drawn all over the semi-blank piece of paper in front of you. The little doodles that’s scattered all over it are little wings, something that you have tattooed on your back.

When you were younger, your mother told you stories of the supernatural beings, one of them being angels. She had told you that there was one watching over you. So when you were of age, you spent hours in pain of a needle picking at your skin to reveal two wings covering most of your back.

Once you met Cas, you smiled at the thought of what your mother told you, of the angel watching over you. You had asked the blue-eyed angel about it and he replied with, “Your mother was right, and I’m the one that has been looking after you.”

Throughout the years and up until now, you had developed feelings for this angel. You managed to keep the feelings down, happy that no one has noticed them.

“I like the wings you have drawn.” His voice comes behind you as he looks over your shoulder. Whenever he pops up without announcing his presence, it doesn’t startle you anymore as you have grown to it. The brothers however, it still scares the shit out of them.

“Thanks,” you lean back in your seat as your hand started to become sore.

“Why have you drawn the wings?” He rests his chin on top of your head.

The both of you have grown close where physical contact hasn’t been of a hassle, but with you, you’re touch starved. You’re wanting more than just a lingering touch on the shoulder or the simple kiss on the cheek.

You’ve been wanting to give this angel a hug. It’s been your mission for a little while now. And after the hug mission, you’re planning to confess your feelings for him, if you don’t get caught up in the moment.

“I don’t know. It’s something that my body mindlessly does.”

Standing in front of the mirror, you hear Dean yell out your name. Coming out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, you yell back at him, asking what he wants.

He comes out into the same hallway as you are to see you just wearing pajama pants. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Dick.” You smile as you go back into the bathroom to spit the froth out and wipe your mouth.

When you’re back in your room, you sit at the end of your bed. You silently say Cas’ name, wanting him to come to see you now.

In an instant, the flutter of his wings filled the silence of your room. Your eyes adjusted to him standing in front of you with the lamp on your nightstand shining upon his body. “Is something wrong, (Y/N)?” He tilts his head a bit.

Can’t believe I’m gonna do this. “I, uh, I would like to have a hug. From you.” You watch your fingers play with the string of your pants.

In the corners of your eyes, you see him take steps forward. He moves his arms under yours to wrap them around your hips, yours going over his shoulders. His arms tighten around you. He feels your hand at the nape of his neck and your head rests against the side of his neck.

A minute later of the hug, you lean back to look back at his face. Your hands move to rest on his cheeks, his arms bringing you closer to his body. He lets you bring his face closer to yours to press your lips against his.

Backing away from the kiss, you tell him your feelings for him.

“I have feelings for you, too.” Nothing else is said.

For the rest of the night before you fell asleep, you and Cas were cuddling, talking and stealing kisses.

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy~! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~!💖💖💖

My brother, nephew and friends from my hometown.

Writing my (own) books.

Watching old movies that I haven't seen in a while.

Being able to make others happy or helping others whenever I can.

That I can think of different scenarios

Thank you, nonny. I also didn't know what to do for the last one 😅