beds are good and comfy and warm

Places I wish I could be:

- in a studio ghibli movie. The sunny flower field around me is bright with innocent nostalgia and the clouds above are fluffy, shaped like cute animals

- on a plane to my favorite city. it’s evening, I turn the music up and look through the window. after the violet sunset, the city lights are like candles

- lying on warm golden sand, feeling the warmth on my skin. My friend just got us coffee ice cream and we try to enjoy it quick before it melts

- my best friend’s sofa. We’re watching her favorite movie and snacking on butter cookies, our hearts content.

- on a hill watching the foggy sunrise. it’s bitterly cold but the sun peaks through shyly at first then with dazzling confidence and it gives me hope

- curled up in a comfy bed with a good book. I haven’t read a book properly in ages but now it’s like reliving a fond childhood memory

getting myself comfy in bed for those fresh sleeps

got my 15 pillows all pluffy

got my good warm duvet

got my cat curled up on my head purring

got my 50 swords cradled in my arms

You Talk Too Much

 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Loki x Reader

 Word count: 1.039

 Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

 “Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

 “On your knees.”

 Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

 “You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

 Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

 “Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

 “You dare to…”

 “Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

 “Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

 “What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

 “Why should I even listen to you?”

 “It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

 “I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

 You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

 After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

 “Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

 “I’m not the kind of person who…”

 “Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

 “You’re not my king.”

 “Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

 “Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

 “You talk too much.”

 “I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

 “What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

 “Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

 “I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

 “If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

 “I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

 “How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.

 A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

 “A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

 You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

 “I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

 “Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

 “I did.”

 You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You’re a jerk!”

“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

 “Oh my God. You are so funny.”

 “I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

 “You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”


 “Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

 “I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

 “You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

 “You say it like it’s a curse.”

 “It isn’t.”

 “Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

 “I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

 “If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

 “Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

 “We may take some hours.”

 Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

A/N - Add me on Snapchat and Instagram: jullyh19
  • *cbx in japan, 1am hotel room*
  • baekhyun: wanna hear a rap
  • minseok: no
  • baekhyun: ok here we go
  • jongdae: *laying down a sweet beat immediately*
  • baekhyun: getting myself comfy in bed for those fresh sleeps, got my 15 pillows all pluffy, got my good warm duvet, got my cat curled up on my head purring, got my 50 swords cradled in my arms
  • minseok: that's just unrealistic no one cares about duvet covers anymore
  • baekhyun: excuse you i am not waking up to a thick layer of frost encrusting my body , get outta here with yuor warm climate privilege im 50% bisexual 50% duvet cover and 100% warm and snuggly all year
Promises (Part Two)

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: You’re healing and on bedrest, and Peter comes to visit you after he gets out of school.

Word Count: 1,899

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and death.

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(Part One)

About a month after Vulture left you broken and battered in an alley, you were back home with your family. Tony had hired a physical therapist for you, and you were on the fast track to recovery. However, you were still on bed rest and had to use a wheelchair to get around most of the time. Peter and Ned visited you often though, showering you in your favorite comfort foods and endless collections of DVDs. You were so lucky to have such caring people in your life. Even MJ, Liz, and Flash paid you a few visits.

It was a Friday, and you kept checking your phone compulsively, waiting for the ritualistic just-got-out-of-school text from Peter.

You were busy staring at your phone screen when you looked up and saw him standing in your doorway. You threw your phone down immediately and beamed at him.

“I was waiting for you to text me,” you laughed.

He smiled back and made his way over to your bed.

“I figured you already knew when I would get here, so I just didn’t bother. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. No Ned this time?”

“Nah, he stayed after school for the decathlon meeting.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you on the decathlon team?”

“No…not anymore. I kinda quit.”

He stared down at his shoes, tapping his foot nervously.

“What?! Peter, you loved being on the decathlon team. First band, now this? What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I’m just really trying to focus on the Stark internship right now.”

“It’s not because of me is it? You’re not dropping everything just to take care of me, are you?”

Peter shook his head furiously and scooted closer to you.

“No! Of course not.”

“Good. Because I don’t want you to give up your whole life just to watch television with the broken, bedridden klutz of Midtown High.”

Peter frowned at you.

“You’re not broken. And you’re not a klutz either. This wasn’t your fault, Y/N, it was…”

“It was what?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

You shook your head and decided to change the subject.

“Anyways, what did you want to do today? I was thinking I could watch you play video games. I’m too bad to actually play.”

Peter gladly dropped the subject as well and went to put his game in your console. You really didn’t want to talk about how difficult this healing process was for you. Not to mention the fear you were constantly battling, wondering if Vulture would be able to find you again. 

You also really wanted to pretend you didn’t know Peter was trying to hide something today. After all, Peter clearly had no problem pretending he had nothing to hide. You were exhausted from his secrets. Wasn’t he exhausted, too?

You watched Peter play his game for about a half hour, sitting up next to him in your bed, so close that your shoulders were touching. When his character was killed for the hundredth time, he switched the game off and stared mindlessly at the blank screen for a few seconds.

“You’re a sore loser,” you chuckled, but he was frowning. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Wanna watch a movie now? I brought The Godfather this time. It’s a classic.”

He got up quickly to put the movie in, then returned to your side silently. Your eyes were on him the whole time, trying to figure out what was going through his brain. He did this often when he visited you. He would be his normal and cheery self one second, then suddenly become quiet and moody.

It had taken you a while to figure out why, but you had finally come to a preposterous conclusion. At first you couldn’t believe you had even thought of something so ridiculous, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Peter had to be Spider-Man. Every piece of the puzzle seemed to be leading to that revelation, anyways. The fact that you were brought to the Avengers Tower instead of a hospital, how weird Tony and Peter were acting when you woke up, why Peter acted so guilty all the time, why he didn’t have time for after-school activities, and most of all, the fact that out of everyone in New York City, Vulture had chosen you as his victim. All of these things convinced you that your best friend was the one behind the Spider-Man mask.

But a little piece of you still didn’t want to believe it, no matter how much sense it made. Besides, there was still a small chance that Peter’s “internship” with Tony Stark was just that, and Peter was just acquaintances with Spider-Man. If he was actually Spider-Man, he would have told you… right? But you knew better than that. Especially considering how secretive he had been lately.

You wanted to ask Peter about it so badly. But how could you bring something like that up? You were still staring at him and he began to notice. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, then turned his head to face you.

“What? Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing…” You mumbled. “I’m tired. Mind if we lie down?”

“Oh…sure,” Peter said nervously, lying down stiffly beside you.

You both stayed still like this for what felt like a two hours before you started to relax. You could feel yourself falling asleep. Your bed was so comfy, and you were tired from physical therapy. Plus, the movie was long. And Peter was warm. So, so warm.

You scooted closer to him, unable to resist how good his body heat felt. Your hands hovered next to each other, almost touching. You felt the sudden urge to intertwine your fingers with his - just like you had the day you woke up in the Avengers Tower. But you thought better of it. Instead, you rested your cheek lightly on his shoulder and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep. 

Some time later, your eyes fluttered open. You looked around, expecting to see the darkness of your bedroom in Queens. But to your surprise, you were lying on the cement floor of an old, abandoned warehouse.

You sat up quickly in fright, then instantly winced in pain. You had forgotten about your healing ribcage. You held it gingerly and frantically looked around the gigantic empty structure.

Where the hell were you? And better yet, how did you get there without waking up? The last thing you remembered was sleeping in your bed beside Peter.


Your mind began to race uncontrollably. If you were here (wherever here was), then where was he? Did he know where to find you? Was he hurt? Or worse?

You silenced your thoughts and fought your injured leg to stand up. You screamed out in pain when you put weight on it and fell back down to the cemented floor.

You couldn’t move. You didn’t know where the hell you were. You were absolutely petrified. All you could do was cry.

“Help!” You choked out through your tears. “Please, help!”

Just then, you heard a loud whirring noise. You whipped your head around, trying to find the source of it. You couldn’t see where it was coming from, but it kept getting louder and louder until it sounded like it was directly above your head. You slowly looked up at the ceiling, your eyes widening when you realized what you were looking at.

It was Vulture flying through a hole in the roof of the warehouse. And in his talons was a bloody and battered Peter Parker.

Before you could scream, he released Peter from his grip, causing him to land with a sickening thud on the cement next to you. You crawled over to him as fast as you could, shouting his name over and over and shaking his crumpled body. But he wasn’t stirring, and you were positive that he wasn’t breathing. You stared at his limp figure in shock for a moment, holding his cheeks in your hands. Then you turned a deadly gaze toward Vulture.

“Why did you do this?” You screamed at him at the top of your lungs. “What do you want with us?”

He didn’t respond. He just hovered above you, his helmeted head pointed in your direction.

“Answer me!” You shrieked, growing angrier by the second.

He reached up to his face, pulling off his helmet and throwing it violently to the ground. He looked you in the eyes with an expression so cold that you were mesmerized by it.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He spat. “I want you dead. Both of you.”

You tried your hardest to get up and run, but it was too late. He had already swooped down and caught you in his grip. You screamed out as you felt his talons pierce through your shoulders. He lifted you up in the air, flying so high up that it felt like you would just keep going up forever. Then he let you go, and you felt your body soaring through the cold midnight air.

You knew this was the end. You stared blankly at Vulture, watching him disappear until there was nothing but darkness and tiny twinkly stars.

You thought of Peter in those last moments. You wanted his face to be the last one you saw before it was all over.

You closed your eyes and waited for it all to end.

Suddenly, your eyes snapped open and you shot up from your laying position, letting a loud gasp escape your lips. You were still choking on air like a fish out of water, your eyes darting around your bedroom when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. You flinched and screeched, trying to fight against whoever was touching you.

“Y/N! Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re fine. You’re okay!” Peter yelled frantically, trying to get you to calm down.

You stared into his eyes, your chest rising and falling in rapid motions. You took in every single one of his features in the darkness. His curly brown hair, his chocolaty brown eyes, his messy flannel collar peeking out from underneath his sweater. You were home. He was here. More importantly, he was alive.

“I…I thought…I dreamt that you were…that I was about to…” You choked out. You couldn’t bear to say it.

Peter swallowed, knowing exactly what you meant. He began brushing strands of hair behind your ear comfortingly, trying to figure out what to say next to calm you down.

“I’m okay, Y/N. And so are you. Everything’s okay.”

You grabbed his hand as it was brushing against your cheek, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I’m scared, Peter. I don’t want to get hurt again. And if I lost you…”

“I told you I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, Y/N.” He interrupted. “I haven’t forgotten that. Believe me.”

“Promise?” You whimpered, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“I promise. I promise, Y/N. I promise, okay?” He repeated over and over, trying to reassure you as best as he could.

You wrapped your arms around him and cried softly into his shoulder. You believed Peter, and in that moment you felt that everything really would be okay.

But you couldn’t see the tortured expression on his face as he held you.

A/N: Part three is coming soon! (And requests are open!)

Sleep Deprivation- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 4 of The Torturous Year)

A/N: Okay guys, I have been working on this for so long and it went through many, many edits and talks with my editor/bae to get it where it is now. I hope you guys like it. It is the largest piece I think I have ever written, being over 8k words but I think it is worth it. Sometimes the story just writes itself. :) Enjoy!

Previous Installments: The Torturous Year. (Part 1) -  Methods of Torture. (Part 2) - Pressure Points. (Part 3)

Originally posted by lovershub

“Alright, just concentrate, Y/N. Think exactly about what you’re doing.”

Remus heard you groan and sigh loudly before snapping, “I’m trying, if you’d just shut up!”

“Okay, okay, jeeze. Don’t get your pretty little kickers in a twis—ow!” Sirius yelped as you sent a stinging hex his way and turned away from him, towards the cup on the table.

“I’d be impressed if I didn’t hear it coming, love. Now just concentrate.”

Remus stepped in through the portrait to see you staring intensely at a cup placed on the table in the common room, your wand pointing at it. He furrowed his brows as he watched the cup start to shake slightly.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, as he turned to Sirius who was watching just as intensely as you were.

Suddenly the cup teetered a bit more before falling over, spilling the water that was inside it on the table.

“Moony!” You groaned and flopped down onto the couch harshly. Putting a pillow over your face you pressed down, letting out a small, now very muffled scream.

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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”


“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”


“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.


“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.


The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said


“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.


It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.


“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.


“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.


“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.

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It’s getting colder in the southern hemisphere and I’m only thinking of one thing… I love winter fashion and winter in general because the weather is a good enough excuse to curl up in a million blankets, watch movies all day, consume endless amounts of soup and tea and coffee – it’s just an overall great time. However, being cold sucks so here’s a 101 guide on how to survive winter and some essentials I personally need to get through it alive:

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A lion amongst wolves

Oneshot: Female Lannister Reader x Tormund Giantsbane 

You drank too much. But the sweet blackberry wine was so delicious and mild that you didn’t even thought about it and drank one cup after another. The nights in the north were cold and the wine kept you warm, at least for a while. But now, however, you were cold and everything was spinning inside your head.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come to Winterfell, you thought. You were an outsider at this place.

“May I sit here?”, a strange, harsh voice asked suddenly. You looked up and saw the bright eyes of a northman with wild, red hair and a fitting beard.

“Sure. Sit down, ser.”, you answered and faked a smile. You felt terribly lonely the last days, but you didn’t liked these northmen either.

“I’m not a ser”, said the man and sat down in front of you.

“Yes, I almost thought so”, you whispered and added: “My name is (Y/N) Lannister. And yours?”

“Tormund Giantsbane. You arrived today at Winterfell, right?”

“Right. My cousin, Cersei Lannister, the queen… she is so mad. But I don’t want to talk about it.“ You stopped for a moment. “I need diversion. Do you want some wine?“

“This grape juice is only for southern ladys. We drink sour goat milk.“ Tormund gave you his cup, which was half full.

“Does is work like wine?”

“It’s stronger.”

Good, you thought. You took the cup and emptied it with one sip. You couldn’t say that it tasted good, but the alcohol started to warm you up again.

“You seem to like it, haha” Tormund laughed, loud and rough. “I already noticed you today afternoon, milady. But unfortunately I didn’t had the time to talk to you”

“And what did you thought when you saw me?”

„At first I wanted to pull you from your horse and fuck you in the snow, in front of the others. However, I didn’t wanted everyone to see you naked and thought it would be better to bring you into my chamber.” You pulled a face, not knowing if you should laugh or cry.

“So, why aren’t you doing it then?”, you asked dryly.

“Because I wanted to tell you my name so you can scream it later.” You laughed loudly all of sudden. At least he got humor. Under other circumstances you maybe had been disgusted, but you were drunk, traveled over a month with a horse and felt lonely.

“Well, now I know your name, Tormund Giantsbane”. You got up from the table and almost fell down. You felt hot, were even sweating, and everything around you was moving. Still though, you managed to walk around the table and sit down directly next to Tormund. You lied your hand on his thigh.

“You are an open-minded woman, (Y/N) Lannister“, said the man to you. “Or are you just drunk?”

“I’m lonely.” You sighed, then faked a smile again. “I’ve never heard from family Giantsbane. Where are you from exactly?”

“From the north”, Tormund answered. “The real one.“

“A wildling“, You said in surprise, more to yourself than to Tormund.

“Now you don’t want to have anything to do with me anymore, right?” But you shook your head and moved your hand on his thigh further above, until you felt the hard bulk in his pants. The red-haired man moaned quietly.

“Well, now I know why they’re calling you Giantsbane”, you joked. He really is big, you thought, although it was always hard to tell on this way. The wildling laughed.

“You don’t need to be scared, little lady. You will have the best night of your life with me, I promise.” Tormund turned his head to you and bite your neck. He sucked and licked your skin, until a blue and red spot appeared. “I’ll make you as wet as you never have been before in your whole life”, he whispered and licked over your earlobe. Your pussy started twitching and getting wetter.

“Maybe we should actually go to your chamber”, you breathed. “people starting to stare at us.” You didn’t know any of the men here. You knew Sansa from her time in king’s landing and you even met Jon Snow, but they weren’t here at the moment. The others were just strangers.

“They allowed to know that you are mine now.” Tormund stand up and helped you up. He gripped your wrist and leaded you through the great hall, upstairs, along a corridor until the last door on the left side.

The chamber wasn’t fancy or big at all, but the bed, which was in the center of the room, seemed comfy and warm. Tormund pressed you onto the bed and started to undone the lacing of your shirt.

“Do all lannisters have such nice and big boobs?”, he asked and took your breasts in his hands. He sucked your nipples and as he started to bite them, you screamed. His right hand went down to your pants where he rubbed over the sensitive point between your lips.

“It feels so good”, you moaned. “Why are you so good at it?” Tormund chuckled.

“We men of the free folk aren’t like all the southern boys. I like to give pleasure to a woman, I’m not only thinking of myself” He got rid of your pants and put a finger into your vagina. You started to cramp and whimpered.

“Are you a maiden?”

“N-No”, you answered. “I’m just nervous.“ Your heart was beating fast, your body was shaking.

”Relax“ Tormund pulled of his pants until his knees. “I will be gentle.” He hard member was surrounded by a red bush of hair.

“Wait! Why are you still dressed?”, the you asked him.

“Do you want to see me naked?”

“What? Yes, of course.” You never wanted anything more than to see the naked body of this man. But after the wildling completely undressed himself, you could understand his hesitation. His body was overrun with scars. Some of them were nothing more than soft dashes, others were red or white, thick and swollen. You kissed some of the scars before you eventually kissed the wildling on the mouth. While Tormund still hanged on your lips, he pressed himself into you and took you with gently, rhythmic movements and rubbed your clitoris with his thumb. You came first – something, which never happened before, but just a few moments later Tormund pulled out his dick and came on your stomach. He lied next to you, exhausted, and reached for your hand.

“Please stay with me”, he said and you smiled, truly.

hp preference: midnight meet up

(A/N: this is my first harry potter preference so I’m sorry if it’s bad. I’ve only included draco, harry, ron and neville in this one but if you’d like me to do the others please let me know.)


Dark clouds loomed over Hogwarts as a murderous chill nips at any bare skin. The castle stood silent, all its occupants tucked away in their beds. Paintings snored in their frames as you walked the dark hallways of the school, fluffy socks muffling your footsteps. You reach an entrance to a winding staircase and ascend it all the way up the astronomy tower. 

At the top it is bleak. Dangerous shadows creep from every angle and the night’s air gives you goosebumps through your cotton pyjamas. You walk to the other end of the tower and look out at the castle grounds and all it’s surrounds. As you lean over the railing the wind rushes towards you and you wish you had put an extra layer on. Suddenly two thin arms wrap around your waist, making you jump. Turning around, you come face to face with your love. Draco. 

“I didn’t hear you come up.” You whisper. Draco leans forward and kisses you. His lips are warm and soft, comforting in the cold. You both step back, away from the railings and midnight wind. 

Unlike you, Draco is still dressed in his Slytherin robes. You assume that he’s been doing last minute homework but a tiny voice in the back of your head tells you otherwise. These are dark days and Draco hasn’t been himself lately. You know he’s gotten himself caught up with the Deatheaters, but you’re too afraid to say anything to him. These midnight meet ups are becoming the only time you two get to see each other. 

You sit down on the wooden floor, leaning into Draco’s side. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you so close to him that you can hear his heart beating inside of him. You don’t say anything. Neither of you really do during these meet ups. The satisfaction of each other’s company is enough.

You feel his pale hand creep up to your head, slim fingers finding their way into your hair. His soft touch is soothing and you close your eyes, exhaustion suddenly dawns on you but you’re too content to leave Draco and go back to your dorm. 

“I wish the sky was clear tonight.” You hear Draco mumble. You silently agreed. It was always much better when the stars were out and the two of you could stargaze all night long, pointing out constellations. Draco’s mood seemed to be happier when the stars were out. You often thought that the sky reflected his mood, like tonight a blanket of muggy grey covers the castle and Draco seems distant. But you don’t complain because you don’t want to push him further away. Having him with you, even if it’s just a couple of midnight’s a month, is enough for you. 


Homework always seemed to be left until last minute. You never saw the point of wasting your free time on school work when you could be doing something far better like Quidditch practice or drinking butterbeer in The Three Broomsticks. However the time to do homework always came and it somehow always ended up being the night before hand in day. 

Three candles burned at the corner of your desk as you mulled over the never ending work. You had sneaked into the library and found a fairly hidden desk inbetween the hundreds of bookcases. You were well aware that teachers and ghosts were looming the castle, but you had done this so many times before that you practically knew when someone was going to come by. This meant that you also knew when your boyfriend would creep up on you, or try to creep up on you, and you’d catch him out every time.

“You can’t fool me.” You grin, grabbing at the air and unveiling Harry’s floating head. His dark hair is fluffed up and his glasses are skewed. He jokingly grunts and sits down next to you, pulling his homework out from under his Invisibility Cloak. 

“I’ve got to stop doing my homework at midnight.” Harry yawns as he opens a large textbook about various potions. You smile and rub your hand up and down his back. He smiles back, his features tired and drooping. 

“I would offer to do it for you but I’ve got too much homework myself.” You glance at the mess scattered in front of you, astronomy worksheets and potion recipes had been lost within the many textbooks. 

Harry reaches over and pulls you closer to him, naturally you rest your head on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t want you to do that anyway.” He says. You lift your head and plant a warm kiss on his cheek.     

Old floorboards creak as nothing passes over them. The candles on the end of the desk are nearly at their end, making the light slowly fade. You grab your school bag in search for more candles but find that you have none left. An unpleasant draft appears as the light goes down. The candles provided a small amount of warmth as well as light. 

You look at your watch. “We should go. Someone should be passing through here on patrol soon.” You say and start gathering your things into your bag. Harry’s hand grabs your arm, stopping you mid-action. “Or we could hide under this until they’ve gone.” He holds up his Invisibility Cloak with a smirk. You mentally weigh your options, do you go back to your dormitory room where a nice, warm, comfy bed awaits you and you could get a good nights sleep, or do you stay in the poorly lit library with your charming boyfriend and attempt to do homework. 

You sigh and pull the cloak over yourself. 


Tip-toeing down a deserted corridor, you held your glowing wand out in front of you. Paintings slept, stirring as you passed. You glanced up at each one, checking for a bowl of fruit. Once you found the painting, you tickled the pear sleeping inside it until it transformed into a green doorknob. You grasped the doorknob and pushed open a secret door to reveal the castle’s kitchen. 

Various pots and pans covered the stone walls and five long tables consumed most of the room. At the far end of the kitchen a fireplace stood burning thick logs. In front of the fireplace sat Ron, crossed legged on a picnic blanket. 

As you walked over to him, you noticed five house-elves scurrying around the stoves and counter tops.

“Hey.” You say to Ron as you sit down next to him. He jumps slightly, unaware of you entering the kitchen, and his mouth is stuffed full of cake. He swallows the food and says hello back.

Suddenly two house-elves appear at your side carrying trays of cakes and biscuits. You let them place the trays infront of you and thank them for making you food so late at night. But to be honest they’re probably used to it. You and Ron are always down here having midnight feasts, it’s something Ron loves about you. The fact that you can eat and eat and eat without a care in world makes you a goddess to Ron. 

“Try one of these, they’re delicious.” Ron hands you a cake the size of your hand, it’s squidgy and has white icing and a cherry on the top. You take the cherry off and eat it before taking a bite of the cake. Ron was right, it is delicious. Sweet flavours melt in your mouth and you discover a gooey custard in the centre of the treat.

Ron smiles at you knowing he was right. His cheeks are puffed out from all the food in his mouth and red jam runs down his chin. You laugh and wipe the jam away with your thumb. 

You two of you spend a good hour indulging yourselves with all the tasty food. Once every last crumb has been consumed the house-elves come running over, offering to make more, but you both refuse. 

Ron leans back, his hands resting on the stone floor behind him. He lets out a deep sigh. “I’m so full I don’t think I can move.” He says. 

You nod in agreement. “It was worth it though. I swear the food gets better and better each time we come down here.”

The fire in front of you warms your face and you suddenly start to feel sick. Ron notices the change of colour in your face and places a hand on your knee. “Are you alright?” He asks. 

“I don’t think so.” You sit up straight and clutch your aching stomach. Ron stands up and brushes crumbs off of his cotton clothing. “Here.” He holds out his hand for you and helps you to your feet. “I think you should go to bed to try and sleep it off.” He leads you to the entrance of the kitchen, thanking the house-elves for the spectacular feast, and you both exit through the portrait of the fruit bowl.


Orange flames lit up the Gryffindor common room as you descended the stairs from your dormitory. It was silent down here, the only noise being the faint crackle of burning wood. You spotted a figure seated on the red sofa by the fire and headed towards them. 

“Hey.” You chirp, placing a hand on Neville’s shoulder as you walk round the corner of the sofa. He smiles at you as you sit down next to him. He’s dressed in cotton pyjamas that are clearly too big for him. 

“You don’t have to come down every night.” He says, guilt written all over his face. 

“Neville I’m not going to let you be on your own when you’re scared.” You say and grab his hand. It’s clammy but pleasantly cold against your warm hand. 

“I’m not scared.” Neville tries to defend himself but you can see right through him. For the past few weeks Neville has been having nightmares and they’ve been so bad that he doesn’t sleep the rest of the night. However, even though he won’t say it, your presence after a night terror is comforting and often makes him forget enough to fall back asleep.

You pull your legs up onto the sofa, hugging your knees into your chest and snuggle into Neville’s side. The heat of the fire warms your face. Neville rests his head atop of yours and takes your hand in his. His thumb glides back and forth over the smooth skin on the back of your hand. 

“I wish we could sleep down here like this all night.” Neville mumbles.

“Me too, but Professor McGonagall will give us detention if she catches us.” You also didn’t want to face the teasing from other housemates when they come down in the morning and find the two of you. They would never let it go. 

You sit in silence, staring at the flames as they leap up and down. Neville’s heart beats steadily and you feel his body rise and fall against you. You’re tired but you don’t want to leave Neville alone with his thoughts until you are sure that the memory of his nightmare has gone.

After a few minutes you start to hear faint snores. Sitting up, you see that Neville has fallen asleep. He looks so peaceful with his head leaning to the side and his mouth drooped open. You plant a soft kiss on his forehead and stand up. A red furry blanket rests on the arm of another sofa, you pick it up and cover Neville with it, tucking it under his bare feet. You give him one last kiss and a whisper goodnight before retreating to your dorm.

Damn Good Coffee

pairing ; chris x reader (!!!)

summary ; “i have to get a damn good coffee kiss.”

words ; 1699  ─ so close

warnings ; fluff!



You were slowly brought to consciousness as the light of the morning peaking through the dark curtains. You took a deep breath through your nose and let it out as a sigh, snuggling into the warmth behind you. One arm was tucked underneath your neck, the hand connected to it resting gently against your shoulder. There was no doubt in your mind that your husband had woken up before and tightened the grip he had on you, because normally that arm would just be laying limply underneath your face for you to use as a pillow.

Bringing it a little closer, you felt Chris stir a slight bit behind you, snuggling his face into your neck and wrapping his other arm a little more around your waist. It seemed as though he were awake, but judging by the still even breaths and the steady movement of his chest on your back, you knew better.

Yet another sigh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and blinked away the blurriness of sleep. Your eyes drifted down to Chris’ hand, still resting against your shoulder, and noticed that he hadn’t even taken his wedding ring off when he came in last night. Though, you weren’t surprised.

He had come in extremely late from a meeting with some people producing the show Bull, and although he tried to make it seem like he was perky and awake, you knew that he was just about ready to collapse in his recliner that he had dubbed his “second home, away from you, of course.” The most you had gotten him to do in his tired reverie was take off his jacket and dress shirt to exchange it for a more comfortable, Got Hamilton? t-shirt and basketball shorts.

After that, he really did collapse in his recliner, and as amazing as it is, fell asleep. He rarely got good sleep, no matter what was happening in his life, so to see him be able to fall into a rather deep slumber, it was relieving. But, as the good wife you were, you didn’t want him waking up with some crick in his neck or anything, so you woke him up by kissing his forehead a couple times and gently shaking his shoulder.

“Chris, baby,” you whispered, watching his thick eyebrows furrow for a second. “C’mon baby,” you whispered again. This time he stirred, taking in a deep breath and opening his brown eyes just enough to squint at you.

“What time is it?”

“Time for you and I to go to bed,” you joked, cupping his cheek with your palm. He naturally rested against your hand, his eyelids fluttering closed at the comfort. “Don’t go to sleep, baby. You gotta get to the bed, first.”

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On the Brink - Chapter 4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Mild swearing. Mild wing kink.

Author’s Note: A little longer chapter. Hope you all like it!

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You stood, gaping at your older brothers as they took down the whole room of demons. Rowena was chanting something in the corner and Crowley had disappeared the instant Sam and Dean had burst into the room. You watched as Dean stabbed one demon in the neck. Sam, on the other hand, was thrown through the air by the demon he was facing. He hit the wall and slid down to the floor. You snarled and took off running, slamming into the demon and tackling him to the floor. You grabbed Sam’s knife, which had fallen a few feet away, and jammed it into the demon’s side. He screamed and died and you felt more invigorated than you had in your whole life.

Grinning maniacally, you rose to your feet, not feeling any pain in the burned soles, and raced towards the next demon. You fought with reckless abandon and it felt so good. Three more demons died by your hand and as you spun around looking for the next one, you realized there weren’t any more left. Instead, your brothers stood in the middle of the room, staring at you.

“Y/N?” Dean asked quietly, his eyes starting to tear.

You strode over to him in three quick steps and threw your arms tightly around his neck, being careful not to hurt him with the blade. Sam quickly joined the hug, throwing his gigantic arms around the both of you and squeezing tightly. You closed your eyes tightly, but they popped open again just as quick when you heard Lucifer snarl.

“Get the hell away from me!”

You saw Rowena and Cas standing above him. He was craning his neck to see them, but couldn’t move much because of his restraints. Rowena placed a hand on his head, chanting still. You immediately broke out of the group hug and plowed towards her.

“Hey!” You said, intending to stop her.

A hand grabbed your arm and yanked you backwards. You turned to see Sam pulling you away. You struggled but he just clamped down harder and the adrenaline you had felt a short while ago was gone. Your body was back to its weakened state.

“Stop, Y/N!” Sam said. “We need to break him out of Crowley’s spell.”

You stopped struggling, remembering that Lucifer had told you Crowley could make him do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Why were they breaking him from Crowley’s spell?

“We can’t have Crowley having all the power of an archangel.” He said as though he were reading your mind.

Lucifer screamed as Rowena seemed to reach the crux of the spell and you shoved Sam away from you with all your might. He stumbled, not expecting it, and you raced towards Rowena hellbent on stopping her.

But she was already done. By the time you got to the table, Lucifer was panting, his body covered in a cold sweat, his eyes closed.

“What did you do to him?” You growled at Rowena.

She narrowed her eyes. “I did what I was asked to do.”

“Which is what?”

“She cut Crowley’s hold on him.” Cas answered from Lucifer’s other side.
“So he’s got all his powers back?”

Cas shook his head. “No. In order to break the spell, she had to permanently seal him in this vessel. He doesn’t have his powers.”

You looked down at the tortured archangel and were surprised to find him looking right back up at you. He seemed wary, but you smiled down at him anyways.

“We’re rescued.” You said to him.

“You’re rescued,” He responded quietly. “I’m just switching captors.”

You cocked your head in confusion, then suddenly understood. Lucifer may have been something akin to a friend here, but on the outside he was still your enemy. At least, that was how everyone else would view it. You started to protest, but your vision was starting to black out at the corners. You stumbled, heard someone call your name, and then you were falling into the darkness.

When you woke, you were lying in a bed. A proper, comfy bed. You snuggled deeper into the warm covers, opening your eyes the tiniest bit. You recognized your comforter and the realization that you were home safe in the bunker struck you like lightening. You sat up quickly and realized that you felt good. Like, really good. You shoved the blankets aside and looked down at your feet, which were poking out of your favorite pair of flannel pajamas. Smooth pink skin covered them as though the bloody, burning blisters had never been there. You ran your hands over your shoulder, marveling at the fact that the mass of burn scars which had once covered you was gone. Only your unblemished skin remained. Cas must have healed you. You laughed for the first time in a year.

You left the room in a great mood and made your way down to the table in the center of the bunker and found your brothers there. Both of them looked at you as you padded out from the hallway and both of them smiled. You returned the smile and rushed to them, embracing each separately and squeezing them tight.
Then you sat at the table, reveling in the fact that you were home.

“I’m so glad you guys came for me.” You said.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. You hated when they did that.

“Uh, Y/N, obviously we’re happy too, but we had no idea you were there.” Sam said.

You cocked your head in confusion. “Then what were you doing there?”

“We came for Lucifer.” Dean interjected. “He and Crowley surfaced a few weeks ago and started tearing up the planet. We thought they had teamed up until one of Crowley’s minions told us different. Told us Crowley had imprisoned Lucifer in his vessel somehow and could make him do whatever he wanted. We couldn’t have that.”

“I agree,” You said. “Where is he?”

“We don’t know where Crowley went. Probably in hiding.”

“Not Crowley. I don’t give two shits about Crowley. Where is Lucifer?”

“He’s in the dungeon.” Sam said. “Until we decide what to do with him.”

“What do you mean, what to do with him?” You asked in confusion.

“Well, we could send him back to the Cage, or we could kill him.”

You were back on your feet in an instant. “The hell you are!“

Sam looked alarmed. “What other choice do we have?”

“You could keep him here.” You said, raising your chin in defiance.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “Here? In the bunker?”

“No way in hell!” He snarled angrily.

“Well you aren’t killing him and you aren’t sending him back to the Cage.” You responded hotly.

“Why not?”

You faltered, searching for an answer. “Because…because I said so.”

Dean didn’t say anything for a few moments, just looked at you incredulously. You crossed your arms and stared straight back at him.

“Do you know what you’re asking us to do?” He finally said.

You responded in a low voice. “Do you know what you’re asking me to give up?”

“Y/N, this guy has tried to kill me and Sam multiple times!”

“Yeah, and the same guy has been patching me up after Crowley’s torture sessions for almost as long as he’s been imprisoned with me! He’s been my only companion for months now.” Your anger melted and your voice grew soft. “And I’m sorry, I know it’s asking a lot. But I can’t let him go. If you don’t want him here, that’s fine, we’ll go somewhere else. But he’s not staying in that dungeon and he’s not going back in the Cage. And you are definitely not killing him.”

Dean’s expression was still stern, but he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But if he puts one black feather out of line, we’re re-visiting this issue.”

“Fine,” You said. “I’m going to go let him out. And by the way, his feathers are white…not black.” You spun on your heel triumphantly and walked towards the dungeon.

“She’s seen his wings?” Sam asked Dean in a low voice. “Isn’t that, like, a big deal?”

Dean stared after you down the hall. “I don’t know. But I don’t like her defending him like this.”

“Me either.”

You entered the dungeon and saw Lucifer sitting against the bars of the cell, his back to the door. He was staring dully at the opposite wall.

“Hey,” You called softly, not wanting to startle him.

He was on his feet the instant he heard your voice, peering through the bars at you with a wary expression on his face. You saw that he had been given clean clothes at least, though he somehow looked more disheveled than you remembered. The keys were on a hook outside the room and you had grabbed them when you entered. Now you sorted through them, trying to find the one that would unlock his cell.

“You’re letting me out?” He asked.

You concentrated on the keys. “You can’t stay here.”

He looked shocked for a second, then he turned away. “Maybe the next cell will at least have a bed.” He responded coldly.

You looked up at him in confusion, then understood when you saw the anger in his face.

“No, you idiot,” You said, smirking. “I meant that I’m not letting you stay here in this cell. I didn’t mean that I’m moving you out of the bunker to a different cell.”

Lucifer was silent for a moment. Then, "So I’m free to leave?”

“The dungeon, yes. The bunker, no.” He scowled and you shrugged. “It’s the best I could do. ”

He peered at you through the bars. “You look different.”

You finally found the correct key, fitted it into the slot, and opened the door. He stepped through and you suddenly found his face a few inches from your face. Your heart leaped into your throat, but not from fear. It was more like…anticipation. He reached out and ran the fingers of one hand through your newly washed hair, focusing on the strands like he had never seen them before.

“You’re clean.” He remarked simply.

“Yeah,” You responded. “Healed too. Cas.”

His face darkened slightly and he stepped away. Suddenly you felt like you could breathe again but you weren’t so sure it was what you wanted. You realized you had liked Lucifer invading your personal space. 

“Hey, how about your wing?” You asked, crossing your arms against the startling revelation.

“Still there,” He grinned slightly.

“Okay, well if you need me to take a look again, I will. Just say the word.”

“Of course, little Winchester.” He swept past you and opened the door that led back into the hallway.

Your brothers were waiting in the hallway, wearing stern expressions that were almost identical.

“Rules.” Dean said without any preamble. Lucifer crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t leave the bunker. Don’t go in the library. Don’t piss me off. And stay away from Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” You asked before Lucifer could respond. You were gaping at your older brother.

“You heard,” Dean retorted, still glaring at the archangel.

You shoved in front of Lucifer in the narrow hallway and forced Dean to look from the archangel to you. “That last one is a bunch of bull.”

“Y/N, this isn’t open for debate-”

“You listen to me, Dean.” You hissed. “He is the only one who knows what I went through. He’s the only one I could rely on for months. If he wants to stay away from me because that’s what he wants, then that’s fine. But it’s not going to be a rule. Or I’m going to make sure it gets broken. A lot.”

Dean first scowled at you, then at Lucifer. You half-turned to see the archangel looking at you with that same odd expression you had first seen him wear back in Hell.

“Now, I am going to my room.” You continued. “And I will get Lucifer set up in the room next to mine. Neither of you will have to lift a finger. Alright?”

Dean said nothing, but he stepped aside so you could get through. Sam did the same. You marched confidently between them down the hall, glancing over your shoulder to see if the archangel was following you. He was.

The room next to yours was furnished, so you didn’t have to do much to get it set up for him. He sat down on the bed, testing it, while you made sure the television worked. You heard a soft snore a few moments later and turned to see Lucifer dead asleep on the bed. Smiling to yourself, you turned off the light and closed the door behind you as you stepped out into the hallway. Then you went into your room, turned on Netflix (so many shows you had missed!), and soon were fast asleep yourself.

“I still don’t like it,” Dean said. He, Sam, and Cas were in the kitchen. Sam had filled Cas in on what had happened thus far.

“I don’t like it either,” Cas said. “But it doesn’t seem to be doing any harm.”

“And you know what the kicker is?” Dean continued like the angel hadn’t spoken. “She’s seen his wings!”

“What?” Cas asked sharply.

“Yeah. I said they were black or something, and she corrected me! Apparently his feathers are white!”

Cas sat down heavily at the table and stared down at the wood. Sam glanced at him.

“Cas? What’s wrong?” He asked.

Dean stopped his angry ranting and looked down at the angel. Cas took a deep breath. Then he looked up at the brothers.

“Wings are sacred to an angel. They are tied into our very being. Seeing another’s wings, touching them, is the most intimate thing imaginable to us. Even more so than sex to humans. They are our strength as well as our weakness and letting another see them…well, only our mates are supposed to see our wings.”

“What?” Dean exploded. “My sister has been mating with Lucifer?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Cas said irritably. “I’m just saying that Lucifer has been intimate with her in a way that I would have never thought possible for him. I mean, he’s not the kind to show vulnerability. And she probably doesn’t even know what a big deal it was.”

“So what are you saying?” Sam said.

“I’m saying…I’m saying that Y/N and Lucifer were in the same cell for months and didn’t kill each other. They obviously have some sort of bond and it’s not superficial, not if she’s seen his wings. That’s all I can say.”

“I don’t like this,” Dean snarled.

“Listen, Dean,” Sam said, regrouping. “This may not be a bad thing.”

“What are you talking about? This is our sister!”

“I know, I know, but hear me out. If Lucifer likes her, even just a little, it may work out for us. He might be more willing to be on our side.”

“I doubt he likes her.” Dean said. “He doesn’t like anything. He didn’t like his own brother enough to keep from killing him.”

“So what are you suggesting then?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know!” Dean exploded. “All I know is I want my sister away from that creep!”

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Cas said.


Cas just shrugged and responded simply, “She’s seen his wings.”

You were woken by the light shining on your face from the hallway. You peered through squinty eyes to see Lucifer standing in your doorway, the light in the background shrouding his features in darkness.

“What are you doing?” You asked testily. You didn’t like to be woken up, but he knew that of course.

“I, uh, well, my wing was hurting and I think there might be some feathers stuck in awkward positions. Would you mind taking a look?“

You sighed. "Of course not. Come here.”

You patted the spot next to you on the bed and Lucifer sat down, facing away from you. You turned on the light on the nightstand next to you and turned back to see his wings already stretched out. It was no less magnificent a sight the second time. You took a deep breath, refraining from running your hands through the fluffy feathers inches from you, and looked at the wound.

It was vicious looking and deep, closer to his back, and running almost fully through the thick corded muscle that ran along the top of his wing. Angel wings must be tougher than you had realized, because you were sure that Crowley had all but sheared his wing off with how hard he had swung that cleaver. You touched the area by the wound and felt him shiver. The skin wasn’t hot to the touch, which was a good sign. You saw a few bent feathers by the edge of the cut and brushed them softly. He hissed and stiffened.

“These the ones?” You asked softly.

“Yep, those are them.”

“Alrighty, I’ll get them.”

You worked quickly, preening away the broken feathers until only the perfect ones remained. You worked your hand through the rest of the feathers so that they all ran the same way. Also, you couldn’t lie to yourself, you kind of liked the way it made the archangel tense up and groan.

“You sure like to live dangerously, huh Y/N?” He breathed.

You chuckled. “I think that’s about as dangerous as it’s going to get for me for a while.”

You laid back down on the bed and were pleasantly surprised when he laid back as well. It didn’t feel intimate, as you were under the covers and he was on top of them, but it felt peaceful. It ran through your mind that this was the guy so many people warned about. The Devil. Satan. And he wasn’t so bad. 

“Wanna watch some tv?” You asked. “Fair warning: I may fall asleep.”

“Whatever you want to do. Fair warning: I may too. For some reason, I have a hard time falling asleep without your incessant snoring.”

“You can definitely stay in here.” You said, secretly happy that he wanted to stay.  

There wasn’t any snuggling or cuddling, but every so often you could see him turn his head and look at you out of the corner of your eye. And it made you feel warm and exhilarated at the same time. Lucifer fell asleep first and it didn’t take long for you to follow him into dreamland.

That was how Dean found you two the next morning and, predictably, flipped his lid.

Say You Wont Let Go

Jungkook x Reader // oneshot // 5k words

Summary: Jungkook just wanted to have one night where he didn’t think about you, but unfortunately for him that can never happen.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of alcohol and vomiting

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG!! I feel so bad but ive spent a long ass time on this so I hope you like this oneshot!!! Its inspired by the song say you wont let go by James Arthur I literally love that song so much. enjoy!

Jungkook was hellbent on not going to the club that night. He really was. After an extremely long, and tiring concert all he wanted to do was crash in the dorms, and play Mario Kart with the rest of his band mates while consuming a copious amount of junk food. Unfortunately for him, his hyungs were all riding their post concert high and wanted to finish the night with shots and girls.

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anonymous asked:

Can we have some hc about Tyler and periods (I know that you want to make your hc as genderneutral as possible but pretty please?)

I should be more specific about this, my bad: Unless otherwise specified I make the hc/fics gender neutral. So if you want a fem!reader or a male!reader or non binary! or trans!, etc let me know and I can do that! 

- he doesn’t give you shit about your period because he’s a good boi
- goes on emergency pad and tampon runs like a boss
- cuddles you
- doesn’t get mad if you bleed on the sheets (again bc he’s a good boi)
- makes you your favorite snacks
- put his warm hands on your stomach or back to help with cramps
- lots of back rubs and massages 
- kisses you on the forehead when you’re moody
- “I’m still grumpy” *kisses you on the forehead* T: “I know, it’s okay.”
- stays in bed with you on his days off
- holds you when you cry for no reason
- let’s you borrow his comfy shirts and sweatpants and hoodies
- takes really good care of you in general

Songbird (Avengers x Reader, slight Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Okay. I write stuff too but I dont post them and I’m having trouble to do this; “H-how long have you been standing there?” (Reader sings and dances with headphones in bc he/she thought they were alone, until they turn around to find the team standing there and witnessing their glorious moment of singing to a wooden spoon at the top of their lungs). This scenario has been stuck in my head for a month and someone needs to do it 🙈🙏🏻 good luck! I hope to read it 😘😘

Requested By: @thatgirlsar

Word Count: 1,438

Warnings: Um, none? I mean unless you count embarrassing situations…

A/N: Hi!!! So sorry I haven’t posted in forever, and so sorry that it took me so long to do this request! I absolutely loved writing this and it was so much fun for me! I included a bit of Steve x Reader even though the request didn’t ask for it. I don’t know, I thought it just helped everything flow better. Also I threw in a bit of Kelly Clarkson in there because I was once obsessed with her and her music never fails to put me in a good mood. Requests are closed right now but if you would like to be added to my tag list, just send in an ask saying that you want to be added and you will be added! Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and FYI: (Y/F/S) means ‘your favorite song.’

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Originally posted by life-is-onee

Ah, what a beautiful day…

You thought as you woke up that morning as the warm morning sunshine warmed you up, leaving you feeling absolutely blissful in your mound of blankets. Today was your one day off in what seemed like forever. Practically being the Avengers’ babysitter- ahem, manager- took a lot out of you each and every day.

You have been in this position for what has seemed like a millennia, but in reality it has only been two years. While those two years were amazing, they were also very frustrating as you constantly babysat- managed- the whole team. From picking up a drunk Tony from a club to even going on a morning jog with Steve so he isn’t alone; your job covered pretty much every aspect of their lives. 

You woke up in the morning and made each and every one of them breakfast while Nat kept busy by practically interrogating you as she tried to set you up with someone. Later on in the day, you made sure each of them went to training and ate healthy. At night, you would help them figure out their mission assignments and even hold some as they went to sleep in fear of nightmares. 

Yes, your job was pretty much a glorified nanny, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Except today, you tell yourself as you sit up in bed. Today is my day.

Sighing out as you stretch, you can feel your muscles relaxing. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you begin to walk around your room in search of some comfy clothes. Finding the perfect pair of yoga pants, you slip them on as you grab an old band t-shirt. Figuring it will be cold, you grab Steve’s hoodie that you stole a couple of days ago. Pulling the warm material over your head, you revel in its scent and the way it engulfs your body. 

Its going to be a good day, you tell yourself as you grab your phone and headphones. Plugging the earbuds in and turning on a song, you happily make your way to the kitchen as you hum along to the tune. 

Smiling as you enter the kitchen, you find that it is completely empty. This just adds to the beginning of your perfect day as you realize that you can make breakfast all for yourself. As the song ends and a new one begins, you begin to pull out all of the ingredients needed for your signature pancakes. Deciding to treat yourself a bit, your grab some fruit from the fridge as well planning to make yourself a smoothie as the pancakes cook.

Soon the familiar beat of (Y/F/S) fills your ears as you begin to mix in the ingredients. Smiling to yourself, you can feel the giddiness rise within you as the song plays out.

Casting a careful glance over your shoulder, a small smile appears on your lips as you find yourself alone. Taking this as your chance, you soon begin to dance around the room, sliding on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks as you ladle batter onto the griddle. 

The aroma of the pancakes cooking makes your giddiness-levels rise as you soon find yourself singing into the wooden spoon in your hand.

It is a good day.

The Avengers, one floor below your amazing rendition, sat clumped around some measly bowls of cereal. 

“I miss (Y/N)’s cooking…” Tony grumbled out as he moved his spoon around in his soggy cereal. 

“Yes, Lady (Y/N)’s food is amazing…” Thor reminisces as he takes a feeble bite out of his Pop-Tart. While he does love his Pop-Tarts, it is no match for your cooking.

Sighing, Steve looked over his dismal team. “Yes, I miss it too. But its her day off, she deserves it more than anyone.”

“While I agree that to be wholeheartedly true,” Sam begins as he took a bite out of his bagel. “I do miss her cooking.”

“Ach. Do all you boys just think about your stomach?” Nat questions as she looks over the group. “(Y/N) deserves a day off.”

“She does,” Wanda nods along as she agrees with Nat. The group soon fell quiet as they continued to eat their less-than sublime breakfast. 

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Clint asks, breaking the silence. The group paused as they sniffed the air, trying to distinguish what this new heavenly smell was. 

“Yeah, smells like-” Bruce starts, but is soon cut off.

“(Y/N)’s pancakes,” Bucky finishes. Slowly, every pair of eyes drifted upwards to where the heavenly smell was coming from. The silence was abruptly ended by a monstrous stomach growling. The group, shocked, looked over to where Wanda was as she sheepishly held her ravenous stomach.

“You don’t think (Y/N) would mind if we just went up and had, like, one pancake, right?” Steve shyly asked as he looked up at the ceiling. 

“I don’t think she would mind a bit,” Tony added.

“Nope, not one bit,” Sam finished as he held his own growling stomach. 

Silence followed as the group paused and looked at each other, wondering if they were really going to do this. As a collective unit, the entire team got to their feet as they hurriedly shuffled to the elevator which would soon bring them to your wonderful cooking.

Unaware of the elevator doors opening, you continued your dramatic rendition of ‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson as if the love of your life was right in front of you.

Totally into the song, you hopped up onto the island counter as you continued to belt out the lyrics.

The team, completely shocked, stood there watching you. Their eyes followed your every move as you danced on that counter as if your life depended on it. They listened to you belt out the lyrics as if you were performing to thousands. 

Soon, you would be as Tony grabbed his phone and pressed record. Nat, seeing the devious smile on his face, widened her eyes.

“TONY!” She shouted as she snatched the phone out of his hands. Unaware of what she just did, she continued to yell at Tony. The rest of the team stared at her with shock- and with fear- as you had just found out that you had an audience.

Eyes wide full of fear and embarrassment, you looked down at the team assembled before you, still holding the wooden spoon in your hand.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” You weakly mutter out, frozen to your spot on the counter. 

“Since the beginning of the song…” Wanda mumbled out. Eyes growing even bigger, you begin to feel a rush of heat travel through your body in embarrassment. 

Sensing the tense and awkward situation, Steve, your knight in shining armor, stepped in. 

“Hey, um, lets all just go to the diner down the street for breakfast, okay?” Mumbles of agreement soon filled the room as the team left one-by-one to grab their jackets to trek out into the freezing weather. 

Still shocked, you stayed frozen in your spot until Steve walked up to you.

“C’mon, go grab your coat,” He said as he helped you down from the counter. 

Confused, you look at him. “But I made breakfast here-”

“I think your breakfast got a little burnt,” Steve says as he motions towards the black rock of batter that was once your delicious fluffy pancake. Sighing sadly, you turn off the stove top as you walked back to your room to grab your coat with Steve.

“Thanks for helping me out of that awkward situation,” You mumbled out, still mortified at what happened.

“No problem,” Steve says as he helped you into your coat. “I know how embarrassing it can be to perform to an unexpected crowd. Trust me.”

Laughing at his recollection of the glory-days filled with tights, you nodded your head. “Still, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve responds with a smile. Walking down to the van filled with the Avengers, you feel your and Steve’s arms touch slightly. “Besides, I loved your impersonation of Kelly Clarkson.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, you looked in awe at Steve. “You know Kelly Clarkson?”

Rolling his eyes playfully at your comment, he nods. “Well, yeah. I’m 96, I’m not dead.”

Laughing at his reply, you grab onto his arm. “C’mon, Gramps. Its my only day off and I’d love to eat something that isn’t burnt with my best friends.”

Shrugging off the nickname, Steve opens the van door to find the team once again bickering. “You got it, Songbird.”

anonymous asked:

some quality time with Hugo and our Dadsona Maybe cuddling on the couch during a rainy day, or both of them waking up early but not really ready to get up so they just stay in bed and stuff idk I just need some fluff for ma man Hugo and Dadsona

you know how sometimes you look at asks ppl get and ur like. they might have sent that to themselves.

this is the kind of shit i would just send myself if i needed an excuse to write it

Dadsona thinks it’s the best sleep he’s had in years. It’s comparable only to the nights with a young Amanda who would curl up in his side and sleep for months after her papa passed away, and the nights Dadsona had him also can’t be forgotten. They’re all good. But this?

They’ve been together about four months now, and the summer was well appreciated. Dadsona was able to spend all the time he wanted with Hugo once the man was done teaching, save a few times he had to go into school for meetings. He, Hugo, and Amanda went out frequently together, and eventually, Ernest joined in as well. Everything was perfect, and he could feel a tiny family beginning to form…

And then summer ended.

And school started again.

And Dadsona had to remember that hours before 10AM even existed.

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“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” - Seth Rollins

This is a prompt drabble requested by @kingslayers-angel

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“Hey, it’s you!” Seth smiled bright when he came around to take a look at the room he’s about to rent. I have been a student and the only thing I can afford is shared housing. Or better said, share rooming. There are two beds in this room with a desk and closet for each of us.

I’ve never roomed with a guy before and Seth wouldn’t have been my first choice but I don’t have a say in this so I just have to accept it.

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Where Is It?!

Summary: Woken from slumber by the rantings of an angry Winchester leads to a morning of squabbling that you certainly don’t want to deal with - and all over a missing piece of equipment!

A/N: This is my entry for Week 15 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold.

Word Count: 1k

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: None, just one very grumpy Dean.


You could hear the shouting echoing throughout the bunker. Screams of frustration bounced off the walls as you made your way from your bedroom to the garage to find out what all of the commotion was about. It was too early to be dealing with the level of noise that was assaulting your hearing; having been up until late into the previous night, you had just wanted to stay in bed for as long as possible but apparently someone else had decided to ruin that for you.

As you walked through the door of the garage, you could see Dean bent over the trunk of the Impala, dragging everything out, one piece at a time, with a look of despair on his face. Guns, bullets, knives, and an abundance of other equipment littered the concrete floor around his feet.

“Is there really a need for this particular level of crazy so early, Dean?”

Popping his head out of the trunk and looking like a demented meerkat, he could barely contain the rage as he walked towards you.

“Did you move it?”

“First of all, good morning to you too. Secondly, what the hell are you talking about, you lunatic?”

Stamping his way back across to the car, Dean gesticulated wildly at the bevy of hunting paraphernalia which was spread out in piles around him.

“My grenade launcher is missing. It was here when I got the bags out last night and now it’s gone. I haven’t moved it so that begs the question of whether it was you or Sam that took it.”

“Well don’t look at me. Until ten minutes ago, I was fast asleep in my nice warm bed, all comfy and cozy. Perhaps you should go and talk to Sam - after all, he’s the one that keeps telling you that you can’t use the damn thing!”

All of a sudden, it seemed as though realisation had hit Dean. Pushing his way past you, he headed off towards the kitchen when Sam was making breakfast, leaving you to trail behind him, not wanting to miss a single second of what you knew was going to be an interesting argument between the brothers.


Dean’s longer legs helped him reach the kitchen before you and as you walked in, he was already shouting at Sam, accusing him of stealing the precious weapon. Pouring yourself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, you hopped up onto the countertop and watched the drama unfold in front of you.

In a move neither you nor Dean had seen coming, Sam put his hands up and admitted that he had indeed moved the launcher. In a rather calm and unperturbed  fashion, he confessed that he was fed up of Dean’s constant attempts to use the damn thing at every available opportunity so had taken it from its usual home in Baby’s trunk and put it somewhere safely out of Dean’s trigger happy little hands.

Sitting happily on your perch, you couldn’t help but laugh as Dean got more and more enraged with his brother’s actions. After a few more minutes of just watching however, you had to intervene, if not for Sam’s safety then for the sake of Dean’s blood pressure which was probably now rocketing skyward. Putting your cup to one side, you jumped down and placed yourself firmly between the two men who towered above you, and took charge of the situation before it had the chance to get completely out of hand.

“Sam, for the love of Chuck, just give him his damn toy back.”

Sam’s face then took on a rather sheepish quality as he looked at you.

“Well, funny story. I….erm….I may have forgotten where I put it.”

If you hadn’t have been standing in front of him, you were sure that bit of information would pushed Dean over the edge and caused him to punch Sam. As it was, he settled for shouting instead, his voice booming in the small space.

“You lost my grenade launcher?”

I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it. It’s somewhere in the bunker. I just can’t remember where it is right now.”

“Tell me something, Sammy. How do you misplace a grenade launcher? It’s not exactly small.”

Sensing an opportunity to get a dig in at his brother’s expense, Sam couldn’t stop himself in making a pathetic comment, a smirk making its way on to his face as he did so.

“You’re awfully worked up about this, Dean. Does it represent something deeper? Are you overcompensating because Y/N’s here?”

Not wanting to have to separate the two of them if things descend into a physical fight, you dragged Dean away, even though he fought against you every step of the way, desperate to get his hands on Sam.  Pulling him out of the kitchen, you tried to reassure him that you’d find it and that there weren’t too many places where it could be hidden.  Upon hearing your words, Dean’s resistance slipped away and a sparkle of mischievousness light up his face.  Turning swiftly on his heel, he started to make his way in the opposite direction to which you had been leading him.  As he walked, he started to let you in on the plan that was brewing in his mind, raising his voice just enough so that Sam would be sure to hear.

“Perhaps we should start in his room. Sure there’s plenty of stuff in there that we can mess with.”

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he took off in a sprint towards his goal.  Hearing the scrape of a chair across the kitchen floor and knowing that Sam would be on his feet, you backed up against the wall of the hallway, not wanting to be taken off your feet by a giant Winchester hell bent on stopping his brother.  You barely had the chance to move before Sam came barreling around the corner, racing after Dean.

 “Dean!  Stay out of my room!” 


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Luster [Part 7]

 HAHA, I got it done. Not my favourite chapter, and not my best work, but it’s not always going to be the best and *garfield voice* Mmm, that closing line.

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When Taako wakes up in the tangled aftermath of what happened, he’s in Goldcliff. He sits up, naked, with the silk saffron sheets and woven white lace of the comforter wrapped around him. His hair is loose and curled over his shoulder and chest. He can hear the roar of the waterfalls under the city through the closed balcony doors, the cascading saffron curtains parted to show the distant blur of wasteland and mist.

He looks beside him and on one of the pillows is a sealed letter from Patrice.

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