because I had a bit of time to kill

Y'allllll I’m pretty sure my mom has a sugar daddy I’m literally over here dying of laughter. She calls him her boyfriend but 🤔🤔🤔 he’s def her sugar daddy. So peep this. He’s married I don’t think he wants a divorce which is okay with my mom. I’ve never met him cause she was scared at what I would think since he is married. He comes over and picks her up for days out, she’s let him know she doesn’t do motels. She just got a new car (which he will be doing payments on), and gave me her old car and since I am a new driver the insurance is mad crazy but he’s gonna be paying for that too (he also payed to fixed my car since the bumper was all fucked up). He gives her money for bills and tickets if she has any and if my dental insurance doesn’t cover the work I need done he’s gonna pay for it($4000).

My mom out here hustling. At some point last year she had 3 men from different cities/countries giving her money (one in Boston, another in paris, and I forgot the other one) all three sent her cards directly connected to their bank accounts and deposited money in there regularly. She actually gave me the card for the one in Boston to use for gas and food and going out. It kills me every time that when the guy in Boston lost his job and therefore couldn’t give her anymore money my mom split so fast😂😂😂😂😂. And just adding a little bit more about this situation because it’s just funny but after she left Boston guy he kept calling her and she wouldn’t pick up as much, she flat out told him he needed to get a job so they could talk and that he had no money now, y'all tell me why this nigga went and BORROWED money to put it in her card so she would talk to him.

I asked her what she would do if her current bf broke up with her and she said “he won’t and if he does I’ll just get another one”

Sims 4 version of Sangwoo’s house

Okay so, first I need to thank the fuck out of @attackontitantea for their post in regards to Sangwoo’s house because it helped me a shit ton in trying to figure out the layout. There’s still a lot of things I need to fix, but I just wanna show off my lack of life. Everything house related was used with what the game comes with. [I have the “get to work” expansion pack so it might include things from there, I didn’t pay attention tbh]

I actually downloaded a mod for the arch way buuut because the mod required a wall built and all walls automatically adjust to the plot’s foundation, it didn’t work. So until I figure that out, I have this. 

All I got for the outside currently. Onto the indoors!!

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anonymous asked:

I just don't feel quite so strongly about the ep as most seem to? I mean, it wasn't a good ep and yeah it was shitty to kill Eileen on top of just being bad writing. But it seems that each season has "that episode." I choose to look at the season as a whole. I'm vastly enjoying the season overall and i'm just not having a hard time shrugging this off as a bad ep by bad writers. I too wish they wouldn't keep doing this, but if i was that tired or focused on the bad i'd quit watching.

(cont) That probably came across worse than i meant for it too:P I just mean that that’s my personal attitude and coping mechanism. If i know realistically nothing’s going to make me stop watching the show, I have to process things different and have a certain outlook. Does that make sense? Again, sorry if I sounded rude!

Hey there! And no, that doesn’t sound rude at all. I mean, that’s the attitude I typically take as well…

And I would absolutely NOT have objected to literally anything else in that episode. I would be standing up for every other bit of it… IF THEY HAD NOT KILLED THE BADASS DEAF HUNTER IN THE FREAKING COLD OPEN.

I’d been willing to overlook the grossness of 12.02 and 12.08 (same writers!) with Sam’s sexualized torture and the skeevy noncon of Lucifer impregnating Kelly like that. I’d rolled my eyes at the time travel fuckery in 12.13 (same writers!) and I thought 12.17 was a mostly solid episode aside from Kelly being a two-dimensional character (not the actresses fault, the idiotic writing).

I’d found things to defend in all of those episodes, because the subtextual through-line of the entire season stuck… 

But honestly? Eileen’s death served one narrative purpose: Tearing down two seasons worth of subtextual through-line.

Like, completely negated the entire point of all of it.

It didn’t serve to tell us that Ketch was a Very Bad Man. WE ALREADY KNEW THAT.

It didn’t serve to tell us that the BMoL were terrible people. WE ALREADY KNEW THAT.

There was A LOT of similarity to 10.21, in that it required characters to be idiotic in order for the surface layer plot to work. AND THAT IS SHITTY WRITING ALL AROUND. And I usually find at least ONE thing to defend, because I do try to stay positive, too. I’m sorta notorious for it.

But consider:


  • Toni let herself in in 11.23 AND SHOT SAM AND BANISHED CAS
  • Ketch showed up there in 12.14
  • Mick let himself in in 12.17

And even after Mick told them IN ACTUAL WORDS That every MoL safehouse around the world used the same key, and there were theoretically hundreds of them floating around out there… WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T THEY CHANGE THE LOCKS?!




Like… Why didn’t they take her to some skeevy motel or something? What was the point of bringing her to the bunker?

Then one of the things Ketch did during their quick jaunt to trap Toni was to disable ALL the electric, water, and ventilation systems AND CHANGED THE FUCKING LOCKS.

Good job guys.

Obviously they weren’t expecting Mary to have been brainwashed and that kinda caught them wrong-footed in that respect, but SHEESH.

And Crowley… I mean, good for him jumping into the rat, but WHY THE FUCK DID HE EVER THINK HE COULD KEEP LUCIFER ON A LEASH IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE?

AND WHY WOULD ANY OF US EVEN CARE?! I was happier when I thought Amara killed Luci back in 11.22. I’ve tolerated his presence in the narrative this season because there did seem to be a point to it, up through 12.07… but really. I just do not care about Lucifer.

Crowley working with the BMoL smacked of the deal he’d attempted to make with Dick Roman back in s7. I figure he’s the source of a lot of the BMoL’s actually GOOD intel, because in every other respect their intel has absolutely sucked.

Toni scored a hit on Mary with her description of John’s parenting of Sam and Dean tonight, and I assume that came from Crowley. He’s probably been slipping them tidbits from the Supernatural books here and there…

I’m having a hard time believing he’d have slipped the info about the Colt at Ramiel’s house to them, because he KNEW it would blow back directly on HIM if anyone bothered any of the princes of Hell… Seems like a risky move to send the BMoL after him and stir up that nest of hornets.

But at least Sam and Dean know the truth now, that the BMoL are wiping out hunters. That they killed Eileen, and all the rest.


Really, all Sam and Dean needed to hear were two things, and that would’ve been enough to convey the same level of upset:

  1. That Ketch killed Magda, as well as the soldiers in 12.09
  2. That Mary’s mission at Ramiel’s wasn’t just to hunt the demon, but TO STEAL THE COLT

That’s it. Just TELLING them both these two things (and honestly Sam already knew point 2, but it would’ve infuriated Dean) would’ve inspired the right level of outrage in each of them.

They showed us Mary brainwash-edly killing Random White Hunter Dude and FINE OKAY, but really Ketch and his hellhound could’ve picked ANY “hunter” to kill in the cold open and it would’ve served the same purpose.

The fact that it was a disabled female character pretty much universally beloved by the fandom who was a successful hunter and a friend to Sam (SERIOUSLY?! SAM MAKES ONE (1) DAMN FRIEND AND YOU HAVE TO KILL HER?!) even leaving out the wild rash of Saileen shipping and excitement that Sam might have something with her in canon someday, it’s just sickening to me.

Anyway, I’ve got a headache and I think I’m losing coherency. I think I’ve run through all my steam. 

Noone cares about rules

Our senior pranks normally are like this:
When we arrive at school the seniors take thick markers and stuff and write stuxf on our faces, arms and legs if we’re wearing shorts. Then they usuually have set up something like a huge net made of wool where we have to climb through. Then during first and second period there are contests between students amd teachers while we are not allowed inside. I had an exchange partner here at that time and we were both extremely bored, so we went into the building even though it was strictly forbidden coz there was nobody inside to look after us. We just sat in the library, were on our phones and had some snacks (We are not allowed to even take our phones ro school and it’s forbiddem to eat in the library).
I was a bit nervous because the library is next to the teacher’s room, but time went by and nobody came to yell at us.
About half an hour later my German teacher came in, looked at us totally confused and left the room. I was in shock (I could het in serious trouble for this). Pause. He then came back in. I think that’s it. He’s gonna kill me. He looks me straight in the eyes and asks ‘why are you here?’ and I’m just like 'it’s hot outside and it’s boring and loud an there are ro many people’ and he just goes 'yes, you’re right’ and leaves. I begin to laugh, half in shock.
Then, twenty minutes later MY PRINCIPAL WALKS INTO THE FRICKEN LIBRARY. He looks at us for thirthy seconds and starts to laugh hysterically and leaves.
Rules, guys. Respect them!

Klaus Mikaelson x reader
+ Reader is Rebekah’s long time human friend. When things get rough in the Quarter Rebekah moves reader to the compound to be safe. Klaus finds reader interesting and feelings pursue.

You laid on your couch and set your arm across the back of it, brushing the smooth blanket atop it with your thumb. Everything was sore.

“Y/N,” Rebekah said crossing her arms, you peeked one eye open. “I cannot believe you are being so stubborn!” She exclaimed, exasperated. Rebekah had known you a long time and has taken you in as her ‘human’. You had been living in the Quarter for a long time and the witches tried to use you as leverage over Rebekah.

“True. But that’s because this is my home. I can’t just back down because a couple witches tried to use me against you.” You sat up, finally, wincing in pain. The witches had thrown you around quite a bit.

“And besides, how safe could I really be with your vindictive brother Klaus or devious Kol?” You inquired. If they really wanted, they could kill you. Kol could run off and Klaus could just dagger Rebekah if she gets out of line.

“Y/N you know I would never let that happen. Please. For me. Just come stay at the compound? It’ll make it much easier to ensure your safety.” Rebekah gave you her best puppy face and you couldn’t say no to that.

“Fine.” You said with feign annoyance. You stood up and walked to the threshold of your living room. “I’ll go pack now and we can move me in tonight.”

Rebekah smiled wildly. No one can harm you, her best friend. Rebekah loved you so much because she saw herself in you, only human. You were strong, selfless, and looked out for family above all else, and Rebekah is your family.

“Okay, Y/N, right this way.” Klaus heard Rebekah from downstairs entering the compound. He also heard another person accompanying her. He swiftly made his way to stand in front of you and Rebekah with his enhanced speed.

“And who might you be, love?” Klaus said, smiling at you.

“Her name is Y/N, and she will be staying with us for now.” Rebekah stated.

“And why might that be, sister?” He said looking less enthusiastically at his sibling. You knew Klaus didn’t like outsiders and you felt like you were intruding, but you’d rather that than Rebekah nagging you forever more to join her.

“Because, dear brother, I have invited her. Some witches tried to use her against me and I find she would be much safer here.” Rebekah crossed her arms in defiance, daring her brother to try and kick you out.

“Well, by all means then,” he said turning to you with animosity. “Welcome to my home.” He held his hand out for yours and you took his. Instead of a handshake like you expected, he lifted it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm. After he let go, smirked as you blushed and mumbled a shy “thanks.” And walked away down one of the many halls of the compound.

It had been a couple weeks since you initially moved into the compound. Nothing outstandingly bad happened since. Kol and Klaus had been unendingly flirtatious with you, to Rebekah’s dismay. You could see her roll her eyes every time she bore witness to their mischief. Elijah had been very helpful and had been teaching you to defend yourself on order of Rebekah. Hayley was in and out of the compound, always on the move, doing anything to help the wolves.

You, on the other hand, had been basically stuck under non official house arrest unless you were at work. You’re a barista at a cozy café in the quarter. You always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla, and roasted coffee. It had become his favorite scent, he was always happy to spend time with you. You were shy and he liked to tease you with Kol sometimes but you also enjoyed art among and had come to see him as more than a monster to be feared.

You were walking home after work one evening when you felt an arm slip around your neck and a hand cover your mouth. You screamed and tried to open your mouth to bite your attacker but they were too strong, someone supernatural. You knew it wasn’t a Mikaelson because even Kol would not try to trick you like this.

Your muffled screams seemed to do you no good when the attacker sloped your hair from your neck and tilted your neck for a better angle to plunge their teeth into you.

But Klaus heard you, even your muffled screams. He was near by, he was going to ask to take you out to dinner for some time out of the compound and waited along your route home.

But he was not quick enough to come to your aid, the vampire had already started to feed off you. You didn’t see Klaus, you thought it was over when black splotches dotted your vision. Your legs were limp and your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. Pain throbbed from your neck. Then there wasn’t a body, Klaus ripped the vampire off of you. Klaus proceeded to rip their heart out. Before you fell to the ground Klaus caught you, kneeling to the ground holding you in his lap, cradling your head.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered looking down at you. He bite his wrist and fed you his blood to heal you. You were half drained when he saved you.

You looked at Klaus through your lashes, your eyes barely open.

“You are prone to danger.” He whispered. You smiled faintly.

“I live with the Mikaelsons. It’s normal.” You said in a raspy voice. Klaus picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the compound. If only you knew how much Klaus had come to love you and he vowed to not allow any one dare hurt you again. Now you were not only Rebekah’s human, you were the Mikaelsons’ human.

Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”


“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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The more I sit and think, the more I realize just how conflicted Dylan must have felt in those last few days. Yes, he was suicidal there is no doubt, but I’ve often seen the question ‘Well why didn’t he just kill himself and be done with it instead of killing all those people?’ And of course, Anger is your first response, but delving deeper, it was also fear, and a bit of a morbid acceptance.
You see, I don’t think Dylan had the courage( I wish I had a better word because courage sounds so terrible) to kill himself. Talking, wishing and thinking are entirely different things than the actual action. I whole heartedly believe, as someone who often has suicidal thoughts and urges and has for going on 8+ years, that he wouldn’t have done it. He would’ve written about it 1000 times, whined about it, cried, but I think there always would’ve been something in the back of his mind urging him to keep going despite it all, that it’d get better eventually. I think he went about NBK, yes because he was angry, but also because he knew he needed to be backed into a corner so that there was no other option than suicide. So yeah, he went in guns ablazin, having the 'time of his life’ because I believe he realized once that first shot was fired, there was no going back. That day Columbine was a tunnel and there was only 1 way to go, forward. The first step he took into that school on April 20th, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving behind his future and anything else he mightve been. When that door slammed shut, he made Columbine his cage and there was only 1 way out…

Chamber of Secrets - Part 17

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m back!!!!! I just submitted my final draft to my supervisor tonight and I’m celebrating with this! It feels great to have words flowing out smoothly again. I hope you guys enjoy this one. 

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Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof @hobbithorse19 @captainskyline @theoncergames @geeky-girl-394 @were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16 @certainasthesvn @jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower @bitchingqueenoferebor @scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow @lovelylpevensie @uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat

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anonymous asked:

can you write a headcanon of how the lords would be if they had a daughter? :D love your writing!

Hello! I wrote only the first 6 lords because school has me a bit busy, but if you want the other 6 feel free to send it in another ask. The rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Toshiie, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Ieyasu, Kenshin and Shingen


  • Overprotective as hell.
  • Proud dad™
  • Takes his little girl everywhere.
  • Literally everywhere.
  • Mitsuhide sighs in every war council because there’s the baby
  • It doesn’t matter if he’s talking about killing every single person, he can also play with his daughter
  • Proud dad™ x2
  • If she spends too much time with her mom, pouty Nobu
  • Jealous as hell
  • Gets all grumpy if he can’t be with her because of work
  • Ditches work anyway because his daughter is more important
  • Mitsuhide has to chase them both
  • Only shares his konpeito with her because that’s his girl

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If you are comfortable telling someone to ‘kill themselves,’ you desperately need to take a step back and take a look at yourself. You’re okay with someone dying by your words. You’re okay with being a murderer.

You’re okay with killing someone.

[Which yes, by the way, if you tell someone to kill themselves, and they do, you can and will be convicted of murder. Look it up.]
If that doesn’t bother you, you need to get the fuck away from me and other people and seek therapy.

Your actions and words have consequences.

Taste your words before you spit them at others.

And to those of you who receive these kinds of messages, because I know I have followers who do, let me let you in on a little secret.

Ignore them. Do it. Completely 100% ignore them. You know how your parents might have told you this when you were younger? It’s true. Psychologically, these people get bored of someone who isn’t feeding them with responses, so the best thing you can do is just delete their messages, and move on. [Also BLOCK THE ANON! This will block their entire IP address so they can’t make new blogs to harass you! This will also show you their blog name if they had a blog!]

Because this does something huge: It takes away their control. Yes, every time you respond to anon hate or KYS [kill yourself] anons, you are handing them a little bit of control over you. Don’t let them have that. They’re just sad people behind a computer. They cannot hurt you unless you let them. I know their words hurt.
I do.
But you can’t let them have that power over you. It’s as easy as deleting them, blocking them, not responding. They will move along, dissatisfied they couldn’t get to you.

Keep on trucking, guys. And please, even if you doubt that’d work… try it. Try it for me. And give it time.

Please feel free to reblog this, and spread it around. It needs to be heard and it needs to be seen.

circus freak starters

“Why’d I let you free? You’re my favourite act.”
“You okay in there? That collar looks awfully tight.”
“Hold on, I will come back for you tonight. I won’t let them use you like this.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the cage soon.”
“You have nothing to worry about, my dear, everyone will love you tonight.”
“First performances are very exciting, I know, but that doesn’t give you the right to misbehave like this.”
“You’re just nervous because you’re new, they all are in the first few weeks.”
“What are you doing in a cage… this is inhumane.”
“Haha! Look at that one. What’s wrong with you, then? Can you talk?”
“If you keep talking back at me like that, I’m going to give you a muzzle.”
“Stop complaining, kid, I picked you off the streets because you look funny. You could’ve gotten killed out there for it. You should be grateful.”
“You need to stay here. Outside this circus, you’re just a freak.”
“I’m giving you a dry place to sleep. That’s better than what you had before. I’d be grateful if I were you.”
“Put on a bit of a happy face. If you look like that, people aren’t going to like you, are they?”
“I love your act… I come here all the time to see you and I was wondering if you were ever free outside of this circus… Maybe you’d like to meet up with me sometimes?”
“In here you can be proud of what you are.”
“So, what trick shall I teach you today?”

Speak Softly, Love (3)

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

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The silence between the three of you was deafening, each second passing made you feel worse, wondering what was going to happen now that you and Sehun were stupidly caught by Junmyeon.

“Sehun, you should know better!” you jump in surprise at the sound of Junmyeon’s angry voice. Sehun first took you by the hand to bring you up to sit next to him.

In all the years that you have known Junmyeon, you had never seen him angry. Not even once. He was always sweet and kind, and displayed nothing but a caring nature towards you and the other boys.

“Are you not going to say anything?” he asks again, raising his voice more than the last time. “How long has this been going on?”

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To Kill A Winchester

Characters: sister!reader, brother!Dean, brother!Sam, Mary

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood

Word count: 2225

Summary: when you, your brothers and their mom are kidnapped by a demon, he says he wants to kill one of the Winchesters, but how will he determine who to choose?

The cold air hit your skin as you awoke. You couldn’t see a damn thing, the demon had thrown a bag over your head the second he knocked you out and dragged you to the old warehouse.

You moaned as he pulled it off, you noticed both of your brothers had been kidnapped too along with Mary. They gave you a quick look to make sure you were ok and you looked back at all of them and checked over them for any injuries. You were sat around in a square, all tied to chairs.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about creating a mythological AU for Sebaciel? Like, Sebastian a god of death and destruction, brought to his knees by a mere mortal with eyes as blue as the sea?

I like this. However, such creatures are not lured by mere mortals. They have to have something special about them. Something wondrous. Something… sinister.

Sebastian, god of death and destruction, walks the land, searching for something to satisfy his growing boredom, perhaps something worthy of his bite. He hears a commotion, follows the sounds to a young boy tied to a stake, surrounded by a throng of people. There is fire below the boy and wooden staffs topped with thorny vines held by screaming men that causes red to run down his plump cheeks, although his mouth remains shut and his head down. Sebastian has seen this kind of act among humans time and time again so this should be no different. However, it’s not the people yelling and cursing that stops him from turning around and walking away. It is the boy. The bloodied boy in tattered rags, tied high to a pole, being condemned before an entire town. Sebastian has no need to squint, what with the being that he is, to see the small face from the back of the crowd yet he thinks for a moment he is mistaken. He widens his gaze and there is no doubt about it.

The boy is smiling.

Sebastian raises a hand and for a moment, time stands still. He struts past the throng of people frozen in anger, stopping before the child who shakes a bit but remains in the same position. A few moments go by before he finally lifts his head.

And Sebastian is in awe. Staring back at him are the bluest of eyes, sapphire crystals gleaming back at him. But it isn’t the color that captures him. It is the look of contentment. The look of calm confidence.

His eyes. They scream bloody murder.

“My my,” Sebastian’s voice fills the air, ringing with a depth that had the child widening his gaze a bit.

“What is your name?”

Blue eyes dart to the mob still frozen in time before returning to the mysterious figure before him.

“Ciel. I am Ciel Phantomhive.”

“Ciel…” Sebastian allows the name to curl around his tongue, testing its flavor before the last of it escapes.

“So be it then. These people have condemned you and wish for your death–”


“Why do you smile, child?”

Ciel blinks a moment, licking a bit of the blood from the corner of his mouth before staring Sebastian right in the eyes.

“I find it amusing.”

It is Sebastian’s turn to smirk. This is proving to be worth the stop.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because…” the fire below Ciel, the flames that Sebastian was sure he had stopped in time, were now rising again, curling around the boy’s feet and reflecting murder within those delicate blue eyes. “I am going to kill them all.”

Sebastian watches the reflection of the golden flares within Ciel’s gaze as they lick around his irises, bringing out the beautiful chaos within him. This is no ordinary mortal. He lets out a low chuckle, reaching out to brush back a bit of bloodied hair from the doll-like face. “Who are you?”

“I told you. I am–”

Sebastian moves a thumb to cover Ciel’s mouth, shutting him up instantly. The child is clearly not normal and, what’s more, he knows little to nothing of his true wicked potential. Sebastian continues to brush his blood slicked lips, feeling the tender things glide beneath his thumb, the heat of them exciting something within him that had been dormant for centuries. He wants him. He craves him. He wants to take this boy and cultivate this “curse” within him. But mostly, he wants to taint him and make him his own. How lucky he is to have found such a young creature among the mortals of this land before another god could have sent an angel down with boring messages of serenity and religious gospel. Sebastian has finally found the end to his perpetual boredom and the beginning of something that could prove to be wicked fun, all wrapped up within a precious human born imp.

“I have a proposition for you, young one.”

And his name is Ciel Phantomhive.

Jughead & Reader: Tribulations

Summary: Frustrated that your best friend Jughead stood you up to be with Betty again, you decided to tell him how you really feel. But then he surprised you with something completely unexpected.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Save Me - Muse

The sound of the clock ticking away the seconds agitated you to a point of irrationality. Everyone at the surrounding booths were talking to their friends, significant others, or family members. They talked about the weather, the Riverdale football game tomorrow night, and the new special Pop created on his newly made neon sign out front. You, however, were sitting alone, talking to no one while staring at the clock that mocked your patience. 

It was 7:16. Jughead was supposed to meet you at 6:30 to have dinner before heading to the new bookstore that opened just outside of town. The two of you planned to rummage their gently used bins to find the pieces missing in your classics collections. However, it seemed that you would either have to tough it out and go alone or not go at all. 

With a huff of annoyance, you grabbed your coat from the inside of the booth and put it on, checking around the diner once more to make sure he didn’t just walk in. When the faces around were unfamiliar to you, you paid your bill then set off. The frustration you felt was unbearable. 

“Hey!” A voice called from the street. You lifted your head and saw Archie walking towards you with Veronica by his side. “What’s up? Did you already have dinner?”

You shoved your hands in your pockets to shield your exposed skin from the winter chill. “I’m just leaving,” you said. 

Veronica looked at you with a confused expression. “I thought you and Jughead were meeting here for dinner tonight. Isn’t that what you told me?” 

Archie looked at her, shaking his head. “I just saw Betty and Jug at her place a few minutes ago.”

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Between The Lines

Title: Between The Lines

Summary: When Martin calls the brothers to tell them that a vampire has been killing people in Benny’s town, you tag along with the eldest Winchester to help him find his “blood-junkie” friend. But, even though Dean’s grateful for your help, he does not understand your motives and tells you that much. Which sucks. Because you can’t just admit you’re hopelessly in love with him. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Elizabeth (mentioned)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: None really. Maybe some language and season 8 spoilers? Mostly fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @angelschallenge Spring Challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, Angel, I always love your challenges! (and to anyone who wants to do it, you still got times and it’s been really fun, guys). My prompt was “rainbow” (included in bold in the text below). 

This is set during season 8′s episode “Citizen Fang” and takes place right after Dean’s conversation with Elizabeth (Benny’s great-granddaughter).

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

The sounds of birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind overwhelmed your senses as you leaned against Dean’s muscle car and wrapped your arms around your middle. It was still a bit chilly outside but as you took in the view in front of you, drinking in every beautiful detail of the magnificent landscape with fervor, you didn’t mind.

You’d always been fond of rainbows, ever since you were a little kid. You loved the way they glistened into the sky, loved the hues of green and orange, indigo and violet that danced together and created a bridge that joined your concrete world with the unknown, the immensity of heaven’s vault.

So, you ignored the cold wind as it caressed your skin and breathed it all in, grateful for a moment of stagnation. God only knew how rare such moments were for hunters.

“There you are. Thought you said you’d wait in the car.” Dean’s voice crawled into your thoughts, gruff but smooth like the Tennessee Whiskey he loved so much.

Titling your head, you smiled and reached for the coffee cup he was holding your way, mumbling a quick thank you as your fingers brushed against his.

“Well, technically, it’s not much of a difference.” You pointed out, nudging him. “Did you find him?”

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Jungkook Scenario: The Means To an End.

Request: When mighty jungkook get sick had to see the doctor, he had to take a shot but he fear needles, he tell his gf that it’s fine he’s ok. But she refuse in convince him to do it, eventually he said yes only if she will be with him, she wrapped him in tight hug digging his head in her stomach. Stroking his head to make he feel better. & he did it. Jk “promise not to tell my hyungs”

Genre: Fluff.

-You shouldn’t be here- was what you said to Jungkook the minute he came through the door and you saw his face.

-Wow, way to receive your boyfriend Y/N, ten points-

You stared at him putting your lips in a  tight line before glaring a little, you conducted him inside, first you thought of going to sit in front of the tv on the living room but then looking at him you decided it was best to go for the bed.

-You look terrible Kook- you said with a sigh seeing how he looked, he was paler than usual with big bags under his eyes, he had a thin layer of sweat covering his skin that made you think he currently had a fever, and when you touched his forehead you proved he actually had one. He was so stubborn coming here like this, it wasn’t like you didn’t want to see him but more like you wanted him to just stay put to recover faster. -I said this because you should be resting-

-I can rest here with you- the glare you had dissipated at his greasy response, he smiled widely and despite his current state you found him so sweet and beautiful you couldn’t help but peck him. 

-Oh no Y/N, I don’t want to pass you this-

You puffed air shaking your head. -Please, don’t give me that, I’m strong and have a great immune system, you are here and we are going to cuddle-

Jungkook gave you the bunny smile and tugged himself under the sheets and soon you followed him, it was great having him there and cuddling with Jungkook was one of your favorite activities but right now you couldn’t just do that. He hugged you and you could feel how hot his body was, you wondered what lie he had told the manager to come here in that state. And then it came to you if he had even told he was coming here.

-Jeon Jungkook, tell me you are here with permission-

-I don’t need anyone’s permission to see you-

You shook your head. -I knew it-

-They won’t find out, the guys will come back late at night and by that time I’ll be back-

You frowned, that wasn’t ok as he could get in a lot of trouble for being this reckless and then it was his health, he had told you he thought he had tonsillitis, that you agreed wasn’t as serious but if it wasn’t taken care of properly it could have consequences. -We should go to the dorm and wait there, you can go first and I could go in a bit later, I could also call a doctor to go examine you, your fever is too high-

Jungkook huffed. -I don’t need a doctor Y/N, I already took the medicine-

-That’s why I’m telling you, if you already took your medicine but you still have this high fever then you should see a doctor, it seems odd how Big Hit hasn’t sent you one already-

Jungkook hugged you tighter, hiding his face from you, it made you think that he was hiding something and when he looked at you with his slightly hooded eyes due to the tiredness you knew you were right. -I told them I’m fine, that I just needed the day off-

You groaned and pushed him a little and then regretted it remembering probably he was feeling a bit oversensitive because of the fever. -Jeon jungkook I can’t believe you, you have to take care of yourself!-

-I’m but…-

-But?- you exhaled and caressed his hair and forehead lovingly. -Baby I’m worried about you, please let’s call a doctor, he could come here if that’s alright-

-I just… you know I don’t like doctors Y/N- he admitted in a lower voice and you could see how his cheeks tinged with a blush, combined with his furrowed brows giving him the aspect of a spoiled child. -I’m fine, this will pass-

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lost thoughts

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Title: lost thoughts
Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader
Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.
Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing then things would be a little bit easier.

Part I//Part II: “Now look at me and tell me everything.”

Minseok was used to being the oldest of his group of friends, the one who didn’t speak much and tried to drink as less as possible so he could drive his drunken friends home; it wasn’t only at the time when he became an idol, he was also the oldest of his class back when he was studying in high school and even though he wasn’t the tallest, he was the most mature. Without really wanting to, we create patterns in our lives that tend to make us follow certain movements and actions that we repeat until the day of our deaths and Minseok just liked being the oldest, he liked the responsibility that came with said name even when sometimes there was someone older than him, he liked the concept of it, actually. That’s why he babysat when he needed money that couldn’t be given by the little thrift shop he worked at and sometimes he tutored his younger friends, probably neighbors that grew up with him or one of the children of her mother’s friends. He just liked…the whole way his life worked when he pretended he had everything together but in reality, he didn’t.

That word, pretend, it should be in capital letters and highlighted.

It all started when he found out that a thesis wasn’t as easy as he thought it’d be and he spent his hours after work looking through books in a library with a little bit of help from his friend and classmate Jongdae, who was also the one who was working on his thesis with him, then he had that voice inside his head that reminded him that indeed he had a soul mate and whilst he adored teasing her to no end, he still didn’t know her. In between one of those nights where the, already graduated, Kim Junmyeon tried to help him out with a few things, he started listening to his thoughts and found out that not only had Yixing casually got to know his soul mate but he also realized that he was out of his freaking mind because he took a taxi as soon as possible just to get to meet her and once he did, he didn’t know what to do.

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