flowing underneath

And no matter what you do, please do not allow the cold world to take away the kindness that flows underneath your skin.

Pahoehoe lobes inflate and occasionally a small new lobe breaks out, timelapse view, on the edge of the active lava fields, Hawaii. This clip is probably 5-10x faster than real time. This lava is over 1100 degrees C. It cools rapidly at the surface when exposed to air, then that crust is broken through and refolded by the lava flowing underneath to create the folded, ropy pahoehoe texture you see on top.

{PART 12} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After the best and worst day of your life to date, you find yourself back at Jungkook’s Manor. You hope your first night there will be a quiet and uneventful one; but Jungkook has other ideas in mind.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1}// {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

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Panic Attacks || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by nnochu

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Fluff

It was almost six in the afternoon when you got the phone call. The other person on the line sounded harried, as if there was something bad happening and they couldn’t control it. At the sound of Jungkook’s worried voice you couldn’t hold back the anxiety that wanted to flow underneath your skin. You took a deep breath, your eyes flicking to the clock in your office.

“Noona, it’s Hobi-hyung. He started freaking out, and nobody knows what to do, and they won’t let me see him, and it’s just– the other’s told me to call you and tell you to get here as soon as possible.” The words flowed out of Jungkook, some of the words being stuttered. You could tell how freaked out Jungkook was, as it was something the boys had never had to deal with before.

After having been with Hoseok for almost two and a half years you knew the ins and outs of his personality and who he was. Never had he ever had a panic attack in front of the others but there had been countless times where you had to talk him through it and calm him down. It was one of the reasons he loved you so much, and being able to be the one to help him made you feel better.

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unlike many cave networks that are formed by the erosion of water over limestone, the cueva de los verdes (or “green caves”) in the canary islands were formed three to five thousand years ago when surface lava cooled and hardened quickly while streaming lava continued to flow underneath the petrified basaltic layer.

the caves were formed over a fifty kilometre squared area of more than one hundred volcanoes, the last of which erupted almost two hundred years ago. the lava tunnels can stretch for several kilometers, with some parts dropping well below sea level and reaching temperatures of up to six hundred degrees.

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The Donor Story - Part 4

*Alphys asks Faris to remove his trench coat and boots, then go lie down on the hospital bed as she leaves to arrange the equipment needed for the transplant. Faris does as he’s told and rests on the bed. Yousra stands beside him, taking his hand to assure him that she’d be there with him throughout the operation. Faris looks at her and forces a smile. He couldn’t help but still be nervous. His attention shifts when he hears Alphys return, rolling a machine into the room. She places it between the two beds, careful not to hit the other existing devices that were monitoring Andrew*

Yousra: *glances at her* What is that?

Alphys: *steps back* Th-This? *pats the machine* This is a transfusion device. It was used primarily for blood transfers, but I modified this one specifically for soul transplants. A little something I prepared just for your friend. It’s concealed with magic, so it can be used like an incubator to avoid soul degeneration. A-After what happened to part of his soul fragment, I had to craft something that would keep the rest of his fragment intact during the transplant, s-so I thought a blood transfusion device would suffice~ I made sure to have it sterilized before we use it *she then comes close to Faris’ side* Now Faris, when we do the transplant, you will be put under sedation. I-It’ll help you relax, and you won’t be awake while your fragment’s being transported. But before we can proceed, I-I want to be sure that you are absolutely okay with this.

Faris: *looks across the room toward Andrew* Do you think that the magic I have stored in my fragment will be enough to heal him..?

Alphys: Magic does wonders, e-even in small doses. I-It’s been proven to cure human ailments, including cancer. I’m positive your magic alone will heal his body *her brows crease as she looks over Faris’ doubtful expression* Are you that concerned about your magic?

Faris: It’s just… In my past life, our former human ruler fell gravely ill, and none of our magic could heal him.. I’m worried that I won’t be able to heal the donor..

*Alphys frowns over the mentioning of the former ruler, and she bows her head, her eyes downcast*

Papyrus: *barges into the conversation* Faris, haven’t you heard??

Faris: *looks over at Papyrus* About what?

Papyrus: The latest update on human hist..or..ee..? *he quiets down when he sees Alphys wave her arms at him, signaling him to not talk about it right now* Ah.. Err.. Nevermind..?

Faris: Okay, what’s going on? What is it you two aren’t telling me?

Alphys: *flinches, and she turns around with a broken smile* Ah… I-It’s nothing. Now’s not the time to really be bringing it up. W-We’ll talk about it after the transplant.

*Faris squints at her. What was Papyrus about to say? Maybe it really wasn’t the best time to talk about it.. so he let it slide for now*

Faris: ..Fine..

Alphys: N-Now don’t worry about your magic. As I said before, magic has helped m-many patients before Andrew. Trust me, I doubt you’ll have any complications.

Faris: ..Okay.. If you say so.

Alphys: So.. are you ready for this?

*Faris doesn’t speak up. He just gives a little nod*

Alphys: Okay.. *she shifts over to gather an oxygen mask* I’m going to secure this over your mouth. It will help you fall asleep *she fastens the mask over Faris’ face*

Faris: *voice muffled by the mask* Will this hurt?

Alphys: You shouldn’t feel any pain. O-Of course, I don’t know how it’ll be for you once your fragment is completely separated from Sans’ soul.

Faris: How comforting…

Alphys: W-We’ll try to make your passage quick and safe for you.

Faris: Mm..

*his eye sockets begin to droop. The sedative is starting to take effect on his consciousness. His grip on Yousra’s hand loosens. Yousra strokes his head with her free hand to help soothe him. Alphys steps away to meet with Andrew on the other side of the room. She has the sedative travel from the ventilator straight into his airway through the nasal cannulas. Andrew gazes up at her*

Andrew: You’ve been a good doctor and a wonderful friend, Dr. Alphys.. Thank you for taking care of me..

Alphys: *she smiles and wipes behind her glasses when she feels a bit of water well up in her eye* You stayed strong, Andrew. I’m very proud of you..

*Andrew smiles, then shuts his eyes. He sinks back into his pillow, falling into a deep sleep*

Alphys: Goodbye, Andrew.. *she runs her hand over his scalp, then checks on the monitor, making sure that he is stable. She remains silent as she prepares the transplant. She places her hand close to Andrew’s chest, and in time Andrew’s soul emerges from within. It displays a triad of colors: orange, green, and blue. Alphys takes a thin tube from the transfusion device, tipped with a needle, and she carefully sticks the needle into his soul. She then goes over to Faris and repeats, sticking another needle into the dark spot of the soul. She stands by her machine and has her hand hovered over the switch*

Alphys: …Here we go… *she activates the machine*

*The machine warms up before it starts extracting the darkness from V(Sans)’s soul. As the dark spot shrinks, it is replaced by a faint grey color, as if the fragment was leaving behind a bruise mark. Once the soul is completely filtered of the darkness, the smoke stops flowing from underneath Faris’ eyelids. Faris’ fragment now resides in the machine as it is being transported straight into Andrew’s soul*


*Faris’ eyes open. He wakes up in a vast, empty space. He looks around him*

Faris: Where.. am I..?

???: So.. this is what you really look like.

*Faris turns toward the source of the voice and finds a young man standing before him. Wavy blonde locks cover over his forehead, and his eyes shine like emeralds. His jawline is masked by thin hairs. He’s wearing a vertically striped long sleeve and tight pants. Faris cocks his head, then looks down at his own hands. They are clawed and seeping smoke, just like his original form.. He has entered into Andrew’s preconscious, taking on the appearance of his original body. Who he saw before him must have been how Andrew looked before the sickness overtook him*

Andrew: That’s pretty cool.. You hold a close resemblance to the Chiroptera. You know, bats?

*Faris swipes his hand over the smoked fluff around his neck*

Faris: I’m very familiar with that comparison.. *he scans Andrew from head to toe* So.. you are the donor.

Andrew: *outspreads his arms* Surprise, heheh.. Yeah… It’s amazing what the treatments can do to you when you’re fighting cancer.

Faris: Sorry..

Andrew: Come on, don’t give me that guilt. It isn’t your fault.. These things.. they just happen when you least expect it.. and.. it sucks.. So that’s why you gotta live life to the fullest, ‘cause you never know what could happen down the road.

Faris: ..Yeah..

*Andrew approaches him, extending a hand out*

Andrew: I want you to take good care of this shell.. and take good care of yourself. You’ve got family out there waiting for you.

Faris: *looks down at Andrew’s hand, then up at his face* Thank you–

Andrew: *smiles* Andrew *calls himself*

Faris: ..Faris..

Andrew: *bobs his head* Good seeing you, Faris.

Faris: … *his face loosens into a smile* Same to you.. *he reaches out to take Andrew’s hand, but before he could grasp it, Andrew suddenly vanishes* ..! Andrew? *he looks around* ..Andrew..?! *he notices his surroundings start to waver and misshapen. Even his own appearance was fading in and out* What’s happening..?


*Andrew’s monitor starts blaring. Alphys whips her head over to the noise*

Alphys: Oh no… *she rushes over to his side in a panic* No no no no no!

Yousra: *hurries away from V’s body over to Andrew’s* What’s going on??

*A group of hospital employees come crowding into the room. Papyrus’ jaw is agape as he watches the employees scramble. He backs away, giving them space to work. One of the employees pulls the needle out of Andrew’s soul and begins applying pressure to Andrew’s chest in a rhythmic motion using their palms. Another person removes the nasal cannulas and holds a resuscitation bag over Andrew’s mouth, occasionally pumping air into him*

Yousra: What’s happening?!

*a rabbit monster gently pushes Yousra away from the activity*

Rabbit Monster: Miss, I’m gonna have to ask you to stand out in the hall please.

Yousra: Tell me what’s happening! Is Faris okay??

Rabbit Monster: *tries to keep their voice steady* Please do as I say and leave this room now or I will be forced to call security *attempts to guide Yousra out, but she slaps them away with her scarf*

Yousra: No! I told Faris that I would be with him!

Papyrus: *puts his hand on her shoulder* Yousra…

*Yousra glances up at Papyrus, her eyes glazed over. Her body trembles, trying to keep her composure. Papyrus looks back at her with sympathetic eye sockets. Another hospital worker, this time a human male, forces the two out of the room*

Human male: We’ll do what we can for your friend. Please wait out here *he hurries back inside, sliding the door shut and pulling the curtain so Yousra and Papyrus can’t see*

*Yousra stares at her own reflection on the glass. She looks terrified. She had no idea what was going on, but she hoped that Faris would pull through okay. Being separated from him like this made her feel sick. She gets down on her knees and bundles herself in her scarf*

*back inside the room, the hospital workers strip Andrew’s body of his patient gown, exposing primarily his chest area. The human male charges up a defibrillator and asks everyone to back away as he places the electrode pads over the chest and sends a shock into Andrew’s body*


*Faris is frantically looking around as the empty world around him is collapsing. For a brief second, he spots Andrew before him. His figure flickers a few times before it takes on a solid form again*

Faris: Andrew? What happened??

Andrew: Th-There’s no time.. please.. you must claim my body now.. or we’ll both die *his hand is shaking as he reaches for Faris’*

*Faris watches him, then firmly grasps his hand. Just as they make contact, they are both swallowed by a bright light*

Breaking... Ch.5

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A/N: You thought there’d only be one chapter this week? Well you are sadly mistaken dear reader! This chapter has to end in an awkward place and I apologize for that now, next chapter is planned to be…interesting. I hope you enjoy!!!

Word count: 3270

Warnings: Cursing (obvious), fluff, feminism (lol ME)

Tags!!! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202

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Breaking Tradtions

The blue light, it was there again, as cold and icy as it was before. It swallowed you whole until all you could see was blue. You heard your voice ring out, it reverberated, echoing against the walls of your own mind. “I could never do something like that! Never in a million year would I hurt you like that!” Your eyes shot open, every breath you heaved burned you to the core. Your muscles felt like they had just been stretched across the entire world. You clutched your chest, trying to alleviate the pain. Your room was completely dark, not a shred of light was coming through the window.

“How long was I out for? It’s pitch black outside… And what was that dream all about?” Last time that happened…Is the universe trying to tell me something? Oh shit… You suddenly realized the mistake you had made. Alex…What have I done?! You shot up out of bed. I need to…talk to someone… You opened the door to your room, the hallways were just as dark as the room. Fortunately, your eyes were adjusting quickly so that you could at least see the turns. You tip toed through the darkness, the whole house was quiet. You were thankful for the moonlight seeping in through the windows once you entered the main room. You didn’t let yourself think of where you were going as you made your way up the staircase. You had only been upstairs to go to Angie’s room, most of those visits were to help her with her work, help her dress or to hear about her day. You saw a door at the end of the hall, light was flowing out from underneath it. It was warm, bright, and welcoming. It cut through the darkness, it felt like hope. Of course you’re still awake. You’re just like your dad sometimes… You moved toward the light, once you were in front of the door you gave it a soft knock. You heard a small jolting noise, then footsteps. The door opened and you felt like the sun was shining on your skin.

“Angie, it’s the middle of the night and I’m busy. It was just a bad dre-“ He stopped, realizing it was you standing there and not his little sister.

“Hey… Can we talk?” You asked. He looked surprised, probably because it’s the middle of the night.

“Uh, yes! Of course, what do you wish to discuss?”

“Mind if you let me in first?” You raised an eyebrow and pointed past him, into the light filled room. His eyes went wide, he looked completely dumbfounded.

“In my room? That’s uh…” He scratched his face nervously. Why’s he acting so flustered?

“I’m a maid Philly, nothing different than Rachel coming in to make your bed.” You chuckled. Boys are so weird. He nodded, but he still looked anxious. Opening the door wider, you stepped inside and walked past him. I’ve never actually been in his room before, it’s nice. The walls were a soft yellow but the light from the candle on his desk gave the illusion of it being slightly brighter. There were papers scattered all over his desk, quill and ink still out. He must be working on something for school. You walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, heaving a deep sigh. Philip closed the door and quickly made his way over to his desk, moving the chair so that he could face you as he sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with curiosity.

“Now, what did you wish to discuss?” He asked again, this time with more worry. You took one last deep breath, finally feeling the weight of all your concerns weighing down on you.

“I think I messed up big time Philly and I don’t know what to do… I did something terrible, I don’t think I can fix it!” Your hands were clutching onto the cloth of your skirt. There’s no telling what the consequences of my actions will end up being. I told myself! I told myself not to meddle with the course of history! The world could blow up for all I know and it would be all my fault! Philip shook his head, quickly jumped out of his seat and kneeled down beside the bed. He grabbed your now shaking fist, you were surprised as to how your hand instantly stilled.

“Come on, if I know you at all it can’t be that bad. Even if it was, I know you’d be able to fix it, you are the smartest person I know after all!” He had a comforting smile on his freckled face.

“I’m a fool Philip, an idiot! I’m not even supposed to be here! I don’t belong here in this world, in your world and I’m ruining everything!” So stupid! Philip gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Do not speak of such things! Y/N Taylor is no fool and certainly not an idiot! I already know you won’t tell me what’s wrong yet, I know you too well for that. But I don’t care if you ‘don’t belong here’ because I’m glad that you are! My world, my family’s world, it shines much brighter with you in it. I certainly do not see that as ruining…” He looked up at you, his eyes asking for understanding. How does he always know how to calm me down? He makes me really want to believe him. Can it really be ok? How does the sun’s life get brighter?

“Thank you Philly, I think… I think I feel a bit better now.” You gave him the best smile you could muster and he did the same for you. He stood up to go sit back at his desk.

“Perhaps you should go back and rest, I do not wish for you to have another spell as you did this afternoon. One of us should get some sleep at the very least.” He turned his chair back toward his desk and picked up his quill, already going back to work.

“What exactly are you doing anyways?” You asked, your curious nature taking the lead.

“Just an essay for class, it isn’t due for some time but I wish to put a lot of effort into it.” His shoulders slumped over, you hadn’t noticed how tired he looked until now. Has he been awake all night working on this?

“Philly… Don’t you think you should take a break? It isn’t healthy to stay awake for this long.” You suddenly became worried, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“I can’t exactly think about sleep right now. I’m the eldest son, I need to showcase the Hamilton legacy correctly, be just like my father.” Does being the oldest really bring this much pressure to him? But he’s already so smart!

“Philip that’s ridiculous.” You said bluntly, he turned back toward you, surprised by your response.

“It’s great that you want to make your family proud but you don’t need to be just like Alex to do it. You…you can be someone better, you can be you… And the Philip I know doesn’t have dark circles under his eyes or is sleep deprived. Don’t put your work off but you can slow down a little bit with the writing, you’ve got plenty of time.” You ended your speech, you couldn’t read exactly what you saw in Philip’s eyes as he looked at you.

“You, you really think I can be better than my father?” He asked sheepishly, you nodded.

“I don’t think, I know.” He smiled and quickly turned his head away, looking down at the papers on the desk.

“I’ll retire in just a moment; I promise… I just thought of how to end this part of the paper, it’ll only take a second.” He dipped the quill into the ink. You gave him a suspicious look.

“Philly I am not leaving until you put all of that nonsense away!” You felt like you were lecturing but honestly he didn’t really listen any other way sometimes.

“That is alright, as I said it will only be a moment.” He chuckled slightly. You watched him carefully scrawling letters onto the paper, it was calming to witness. His hand moving while he wrote was almost hypnotizing, you felt heavy, your breathing beginning to slow. You felt yourself gently falling back, your head hitting the bed with a soft ‘thud’. Instinctively you curled up on the mat, you felt at peace. You could hear the soft scratching sound from Philip’s quill as your eyes fluttered open and closed. Don’t…fall…asleep… You felt yourself be engulfed in darkness. Philip’s quill, his subtle movements and the warmth in the room were the last things you remembered before you drifted off.

            Slowly you began to wake up, stretching your arms out and your eyes open. Wow… I haven’t slept so soundly since I got here! Wait…Where the… Where am I?! You shot up in the bed and looked at your surroundings. Yellow walls, nice wooden furniture, an almost completely melted candle on the desk. The memories of you talking to Philip suddenly came back to you. Did I actually fall asleep in his room? You looked back at the desk and noticed a folded up piece of paper lying on the surface, your name written on the front with beautiful penmanship. You rolled out of the bed, went over and began to read the paper.

Dear Y/N,

            I hope that you find this letter with a well-rested mind. Currently, at the time I am writing this letter, you are sound asleep a few feet away from me. I cannot lie when I say it took me a moment to decide what to do, and in regards to that you must forgive me.  I should have awoken you, I should wake you right now, but I simply cannot. I see you sleeping so comfortably, you do not even stir. I can only imagine you are having a precious dream, so allow me to apologize for my selfishness. I cannot bear the thought of pulling you away from that dream. I feel my mind growing weak from fatigue, I suppose I must apologize for not sleeping right away as you told I should as well. It is not proper for me to see you rest, in my own bed no less, but your presence puts the ruins of my mind at ease. I have written Angie a request to awake me in time for class as I shall be sleeping in the guest room. She may act as though she would use any advantage she has against me in order to put me through trials but I trust her greatly. She is quite understanding and will not hesitate to ensure that no one misunderstands the situation I have seemed to put you in. You are a very respectable woman; I will do everything in my power to see that no one misconstrues my intentions. I must finish this letter quickly if I desire to get at least a wink of sleep. I pray the sunlight welcomes you to the day as peacefully the moon lulled you to rest.

                                                                                                                 Sincerely, P. Ham, your sunshine.

You couldn’t help but smile as you read the words in the letter. Philly, you’re such a dork! ‘Your sunshine’ Boy thinks he can try and be cute! Well, it is cute so I guess it worked. It was really sweet of him to let me stay here, I’ll be sure to thank him once he gets home. You suddenly heard a soft knock on the door that made you jump. Shit! I’m not supposed to be in here! Your worries were stilled as you heard the bubbly voice and saw the silky, pink cloth peeking out from the cracked door.

“Pssst! TT! Are you awake!” If the voice and dress didn’t give her away, the nickname sure did. The only ones who called you ‘TT’ were Angie and the younger boys. You mostly had Alex to blame for that one.

“Yeah, I’m up Angie, don’t worry.” You folded the letter back up and found a place to hide it in the side of your bodice. Angie opened the door up wider, you always forget how similar her and Alex look. Her and Philip seem like polar opposites but they have their moments.

“Well, you might want to hurry up! Rachel will be up here any moment!” You nodded and you hurried out of the room. Angie grabbed your hand and dragged you into her own room a few doors down. She pushed you inside and you were met with the familiar peach walls and white furniture. You and Rachel usually helped Angie get ready in the morning. Angie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one TT!” She said with exasperation. You tried to hold in your laughter but you still ended up giggling.

“Thanks Angie, I really appreciate it.” You smiled, her eyes seemed to light up.

“Philly said that you fell asleep in his room but he didn’t tell me why…So?” She’s just as bad as Rachel!

“I had to tell him something important and I accidentally fell asleep.” You opened her wardrobe and picked out her undergarments, as was your new routine. “What color?” You asked.

“Hm… Peachy. So what was so important that you had to tell him in the middle of the night?” She continued as you chose the peach under dress she was talking about. So many garments! Nothing’s really planned today so the under dress should be fine.

“Nothing for you to worry about Angie.” You said as you gathered the accumulating pile in your arms. Seriously I’m pretty sure that her and Rachel talk about me when I’m not around. Angie squealed and it made you almost drop the clothes.

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! We’re practically sisters already so this is simply divine! Oh, I can practically hear it now. Mrs. Y/N Hamilton! That sounds just perf-“ Wait, what?!

“Whoa! Wait just a second their kiddo, what are you talking about?” You set the pile on the bed next to Angie as she hugged her pillow happily.

“You and Philip! You confessed your love for him! Of course you both will have to wait until after he graduates to have the wedding but I’m sure the time will fly qu-“

“No, no, no, no, no, no! That is not what happened! Not what happened at all! Geez, how do you people get these ideas?” You asked yourself. Angie looked up at you with her big, puppy-dog eyes.

“Really? Aw… But don’t you like Philip? And I think I’d make the best sister-in-law!” She sounded genuinely upset. You sat down on the bed beside her and patted her back.

“Of course I like Philip, he’s my friend and I trust him very much. But I’m afraid life is a bit more complicated than that sweetie. Although you would be an amazing sister-in-law, I don’t doubt.” You stood up and you both worked on changing her clothes.

“What’s so complicated? If you like him than you like him! That’s not complicated at all!” You sighed. I can’t exactly explain this can I?

“It’s hard to explain kiddo…” You finished tightening her clothes and turned her around. “Alright, now what would we like to start with today? Reading, writing, or shall we wait for you mother to wake up so that you can have your piano lesson?” You asked. She seemed uninterested.

“Do I have to?” She groaned. She’s been doing this a lot recently. Last month we couldn’t drag her away from the books. What’s up with her?

“Is something wrong Angie? You’ve been in a funk for the last couple weeks now, mind telling me what’s going on?” She sat down at her desk with puffy cheeks.

“I just… I just don’t see the point! You wouldn’t understand…” Uh oh, preteen concerns… Okay, I have to be as reasonable as possible.

“Come on sweetie, you love to read! I’m sure I’ll understand…” She bit her lip before looking up at me.

“What’s the point in being smart? It’s not like anyone cares how smart a lady is; all that matters is that she’s beautiful.” She stood up and stomped to her wardrobe, she threw open the doors and looked at everything inside.

“I mean, look at all of this, it’s astounding!” She turned around and gestured to herself. “Isn’t this enough?” Oh, Angie… I didn’t realize… You quickly made your way over to her and kneeled down so that you would be closer to eye level.

“Hey now, don’t say stuff like that! You’re beautiful yes, but that’s not all that matters! You’re a brilliant young lady, and even if you don’t think so now, things will change! You can’t let anyone or anything tell you that intelligence doesn’t matter or that a woman can’t be smart! The world always needs more people like you in the world, people who question these problems in the world and desire for the answers. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Reading, writing or piano?” You smoothed the top of her braided hair. She thought for a moment but soon enough her usual, happy smile crept on her face.

“Reading…and do you think I can ask daddy to tell me about the cabinet meetings like he tells you?” She asked. You stood back up, giving her your biggest and proudest smile.

“I’m sure he would be honored to teach you anything you wish to know!” But still…where did she get a terrible idea like that? I know this time period is reserved on women’s rights but her mom is one of the most intelligent and influential women in the country! Who let her actually believe something like that? Rachel joined the both of you eventually, the lesson going even better than expected. Afterwards, you and Rachel worked on the daily chores. Angie’s mood was better, Eliza spent most of her time with Willy and the boys didn’t try to tear out any pages of the encyclopedia. I’m glad today’s finally calming down, I really need some time to chill after all this history, time craziness. At one point you noticed how late it was getting. Shouldn’t Philly be back by now? I wanted to ask him some stuff… You didn’t hear the carriage until the sun was just beginning to set. You excitedly skipped over to the door as he came in.

“Welcome back Sunshine! I have so much to tell you!” The smile on your face slowly faded as he walked toward you. His hair was messier than usual, his eyes were puffy and red, he looked like a wreck. “Hey are you ok? Did something happen? Oh no, Philly what hap-“ He cut you off.

“Tell me it isn’t true! I can’t believe you’d do this! I, I don’t want to believe it! Please!” You noticed he was clutching something in his hand. What is that? Some kind of newsletter?

“What are you talking about? Philip, you’re not making any sense.” He held the bundle of paper in front of him, gesturing for you to take it. It was titled The History for the United States in 1797 by John Callender. Wait a second…

“My father…and you… My father had an affair with you…” He looked at the floor like his entire world was collapsing.

No. Fucking. Way.

Third times a charm - Jughead x Reader

The first time I saw her, oh boy was I nervous. I was working my regular Tuesday shift at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe like I have been for the past few weeks. You see, ever since the drive-thru theatre shut down, I had gotten a Job at Pop’s diner and I absolutely hate it! The uniforms are whack and so were the customers but if it pays the bills then I am all for it.

I was re-stocking the napkins, content with my thoughts when all of a sudden, the familiar ring of the Pop’s diner doorbell chimes, signalling the new arrival of a customer. I look up to see who is entering when I see the most beautiful, (Y/e/c) eyed girl I have ever seen. Her hair glistened in the light as the diner sign reflected beautifully off of her perfect skin. Her ripped jeans and black tank top hugged her slim physique in all the right places. And her wavy (Y/h/c) hair flowed effortlessly underneath her grey beanie and past her waist. She was breath taking.

The mystery girl sat down in a booth and proceeded to look at the menu. She studied it so intently that she slowly began to bite her lower lip. It was driving me crazy. I suddenly realised that I was the only one on tonight and that I would have to take her order.

I braced myself as I sat down the napkin holder, grabbed a pen and began to walk over to this girl. I was so nervous, I began to shake uncontrollably. Taking a deep breath in to calm myself I began to talk to her…

“H-hi, wel-lcome to P-p-pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe wh-where all your Chock’lit dreams-s come true. My name is Ju-jughead and I will be your waiter this e-evening” I say shakily as I am suddenly aware of how ridiculously lame I sound in front of this pretty girl. She giggles and it sounds like music to my ears. I wish I had it on record so I could listen to it every second of everyday. “Hello Jughead! Ummm, can I get a vanilla milkshake and some curly fries please? Thank you!” She said angelically, her voice as sweet as an angel.  

I nod in understanding, afraid that if I open my mouth again I will just make a bigger fool of myself. I scurry off into the diner kitchen to cook up her order before I make things worse.

As I’m cooking her order, I can’t help but glance in her direction every chance I get. The more I look at her, the more I want to get to know her. She has this thing, this way about her that makes me want to know every little detail about her. About her hopes and dreams and her biggest goal in life, I want to know everything.

Just as I was finishing up her order, I heard the familiar chime of the doorbell ring multiple times, oh great, a group of people. But when I looked up it wasn’t just any group of people, it was Chuck and his band of misfits. One by one the filed in, making a ruckus where ever they went.

I watched silently as all of the jocks went sit in the far back corner of the diner, all but two. Chuck and Reggie. The separated themselves from the group and went to sit at the same table as my mystery girl.

Chuck scooted in next to her, whereas Reggie sat across from them. Chuck instantly put his arm around the new girl whilst Reggie just sat and watched the show unravelling before his eyes. Ceasing from writing and pulling out her ear phones, she sighed heavily and waited for this to be over with.

“Hey there cutie, what’s a pretty young thang like yourself doing all alone at a diner?” Chuck flirted, I gagged. Everyone in Riverdale knew about Chuck and his infamous playbook which was ‘disbanded’ and ‘destroyed’ but we all know he still keeps score.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m studying. Now if you and your meat head marsupials could kindly leave me alone, thank you” She sassed to which Chuck chuckled to himself. Damn this girl had fire.

“Oh honey,” Reggie replied, “Nobody ever, ever, says no to my main man bulldog Chuck over here!” Reggie said matter-of-factly and then proceeded to bark like a dog. God, could these jocks be any more stereotypical.

“Bulldog Chuck? Wow, and I thought the jocks from my old school were primitive Neanderthals but you boys are clear winners.” She fired back almost immediately. I never thought that I could like this girl any more than I already did but man was I wrong, she’s phenomenal.

“Come on baby, just one drink with the hottest guy at Riverdale high? I promise you” he leaned in closer to her ear and rested his hand against her inner thigh, “… you won’t regret it.” He finished that statement with a kiss on her jaw line.

Reggie and his friends wolf whistled and cat called towards her, cheering Chuck on as if it was something to be proud of, like this girl was a prize to be won. I was slowly losing my temper with these boys and could see them becoming quite an issue.

“Have you never heard of a thing called ‘personal space’ because you’re invading mine, so if you will, back off!” She squirmed and withered underneath his roaming hands to try and get away. Although she held a tough exterior, I could see a panicked expression form on her delicate face and I knew that I had to put a stop to this.

I put down her food down and raced straight over to the table of Jocks, wanted so badly to get rid of them. “Alright guys, I think that’s enough for one day, don’t you?” I asked, they booed and protested but my foot was down, these idiots had to go. They slowly filed out, throwing rubbish at my face, high fiving Chuck and slapping me on the back claiming that I was ‘no fun’. But if fun meant watching a poor, innocent girl get sexually assaulted by Chuck then, I guess I’m no fun.

I was too afraid to face Chuck and Reggie at this moment so I figured I would work up some courage by cleaning up the rubbish those Neanderthals left. It wasn’t the best plan but it was two perfectly in shape footballers versus a scrawny loner boy who waits tables for a living, I don’t like those odds.

I could see Chuck had grown impatient by the ongoing rejection he clearly wasn’t used to, and I saw him lean in unnecessarily close to the new girl and whisper horrific things into her ear that I could barely hear.

“Listen here you little slut! I’ve heard things about you from your old school that I’m sure you’d rather forget. And I can make those rumours just disappear, like they never happened. So here’s the deal, we go on a date, have fun and then maybe get freaky in the sheets and I might consider ‘forgetting’ the rumours I heard about you, sound like a deal?” He threatened. Fear struck her as she tried to think of a way to get out of this sticky situation.

“If you think that I am going to be blackmailed into sleeping with you, you egotistical psychopath then you have another thing coming, I will not be treated this way!” She whispered angrily as she tried to push him off of her, although her efforts proved futile against his immense strength.

“Damn Reggie,” he laughed towards his friend. “And the boys from Greendale high said that you were easy, that you were an eager, horny little thing that jumped the bones of any guy that so much as looked at you. But you’re, feisty, a narcissistic bitch but I love it” he nipped at her ear, cornering the poor girl into the corner of the booth.

I had decided that enough was enough at that it was time to rescue the poor girl before Chuck could do more damage than he already had. “Alright Chuck that’s enough” I cut in, causing the boy back off of the girl slightly but only enough for him to turn towards me.

“Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do. You’re just  a loser whose head is so fucked up that even his own mother couldn’t stand him and his dad disowned him.” Chuck attacked. His words stung like a stab in the heart, he was right though. I am so screwed up, no one could ever love me.

“Wow man, calm down, don’t you think that was a bit harsh?” Reggie stepped in, knowing full well that Chuck had over stepped the mark and gone too far.

“Whatever man, you can have the slut, she’s not worth it anyway. Let’s go!” Chuck laughed, pushing the new girl against the wall and beginning to stand up, Reggie following suit. After everything he had done, I almost let Chuck go without another word but seeing him disregard that beautiful specimen like he had just wasn’t okay.

“Apologise to her Chuck, that was uncalled for.” I said, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrow as if to challenge him. “And why should I? She doesn’t deserve it and besides, what are you Jughead Jones the third gonna do about it, huh?” Chuck challenged back poking me in the chest and pushing my buttons.

And suddenly I snapped, it was like every feeling and bad thing anyone had ever done to me or anyone I loved had just surfaced and bubbled over. “Get. Out. Now. Or so help me Chuck I will throw you out of here myself, and that’s a promise.”

“Pfft, you wouldn’t do that! I am a customer in your store and you need to treat me with respect” Chuck yelled leaning against the table with a smug look on his face. “I don’t have to do anything you say Chuck, not now and not ever. So apologise to the lady and get the fuck out of my store you asshole” I yelled in his face.

“No” was his only reply.

I had had enough. I reached forward and grabbed Chucks collar harshly, pulling him towards me and getting in his face. “I’ve told you once, don’t make me tell you again. Apologise then get out!” I grunted, finally having enough of how he was treating myself and the mystery girl.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her. She looked mortified. She was shaking and there were tears brimming in her eyes and realise that if I have any chance with this girl than I need to show her that I am nothing like those football jerks. I let go of Chuck’s shirt and motion towards the exit.

I turn around to walk away, expecting him to just huff and leave. But I never imagined what would happen next. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and then out of nowhere I feel a fist collide with my face. I stumbled backwards, crashing into the table. I instantly go into fight mode and push him back getting ready to hit him square in the face.

Everything that happened next, happened in slow motion. As I pushed Chuck backwards, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the mystery girl had stood up and was racing towards me, as if to stop me from fighting Chuck and getting my ass kicked. But it was too late. I brought my fist up and threw it straight towards his face. I was so close to hitting his face with such force it was sure to knock him over, that I didn’t notice that the girl had pushed Chuck out of the way in hopes of stopping the inevitable fight. I had no time to react to this change in position and I hit her square in the eye, as I had been aiming for Chuck’s jaw and she is significantly smaller than him.

This whole situation was like watching a car crash in slow motion. The force of the punch was so great that my mystery girl, the most beautiful, interesting and radiant girl I had ever had the privilege of meeting, was knocked to the floor and groaning in immense pain.

Regret instantly washed over me as I rushed to kneel down next to her. Stroking her back and mumbling pointless sorry’s like I could instantly fix what I had done.

“Wow buddy, only a freak like you would hit a girl!” Chuck laughed. “Come on Chuck, that’s enough! Let’s just… go, okay?” Reggie tried to convince his mate. “Once second man, just need to do somethingggg” Chuck chuckled as he gripped me by the collar and pulled me up, face to face with him.

“Listen here you little rat, don’t. you. dare. look. at. me. ever. again. Got it?” Chuck demanded, throwing me to the floor and marching out of Pop’s with a vengeance, Reggie begrudgingly trailing behind.


“I am so, so incredibly sorry-“ I paused, realising after everything that had happened, I still don’t know her name. “(Y/n)” She groaned, holding the frozen peas closer to her swollen eye. The bruise had gone from non-existent to full on yellow with specks of purple and blue mashed together, yet she still looked perfect to me.

“Hey, you don’t have to keep apologising. It’s not your fault that guy is a complete and utter ass.” She laughed. How this girl managed to stay cheerful after the day she had gone through was baffling.

“Yeah but if I hadn’t of stepped in and angered Chuck-“ I tried to finish but she cut me off, “I could have been a lot worse off, okay? You saw what he was doing! If you didn’t… If you didn’t come help me then, I don’t know what may of happened! So, Thank you, Jughead!” She was shaking and I could see that she was on the verge of crying.

“Hey, come here. I think you need one of my special bear hugs!” I cringed, opening my arms and offering her a hug. Wait, did I actually just say that? She laughed her angelic laugh and embraced me in the most innocent and caring way possible. My arms wrapped around her slender body and I rested my chin on her head.

This feeling brewing inside me made me feel all warm and fuzzy, yet scared at the same time. I’m a damaged, loner and outcast from the wrong side of the tracks whose broken beyond repair. My mother packed up everything and took my little sister just to get away from me and my father, my father is a drunk who can’t even look after himself, let alone his own son.

I’m homeless, rejected and petrified, but it your arms I felt at peace. In your arms, I feel like I’m home.

anonymous asked:

Let me be your songbird//ice surfaced// the is no still life flowing underneath// breach the already melting solidified water// winter has come and gone// spring forth with the forest of growing knowledge// build your own cottage// and i will forever wait// on the last branch on your path// trying to remind you beautiful call// though the leaves have fallen// leaving me bare// they will sprout once again// and there// a tune just for you// in the mask of nature

ah, beautiful. & I am in need of a songbird

blood status



I took yet another deep breath as I walked up the long, cobblestone path leading up to the towering black gates.

Once I approached them, they began to swing open before I had even reached up to touch them. I gasped at the sudden motion, which just made me realize how jittery I had become because of this.

I walked through the gates and up to the front doors, which were painted black, extremely tall, and each had a golden knocker.

I ran my hand through my hair and pulled down my dress a bit before knocking on one of the doors.

Almost instantly, the doors opened. Draco Malfoy, who wore a black suit and looked like he had worried a little too much about his hair, stood in the doorway and looked at me.

I grinned. “Hi.”

He returned the smile. “Hi.”

I stepped forward, and Draco put his right hand on the left side of my head as he pushed his lips onto mine for just a moment.

“Do I look okay?” I blurted. I was beyond nervous, and desperately wanted this to go well.

Draco smiled and said, “Yes, love, you look fine. Stop worrying about it, okay? They’re gonna love you.” 

I sighed. “We’ll see.” 

The Malfoys were known for being prejudiced, which already sickened me to the core. I had no idea how they would react if they found out the type of blood that flowed underneath my skin.

“Come on.” Draco said, holding his hand out to me. I threaded my sweaty fingers with his cold ones and stepped inside. The doors closed behind us.

I couldn’t help but look around in awe at the inside of the manor. It was huge, with high ceilings, chandeliers, and what I guessed was very expensive furniture.

“Oh my god.” I whispered. “You’re rich.” 

Draco smiled and shook his head. “No, my parents are rich.”

“Well, they gotta die someday.” I whispered, half-joking.

He just laughed and led me down a darkened corridor. “They’re in the dining hall.”

I pushed my glasses an inch up my nose and followed Draco into a large room, containing a long, wooden table and dark maroon curtains hanging on the walls. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were seated at the end of the table and stood up when we entered.

“Hello.” Draco’s mother said. “You must be Y/N. We’re so delighted to meet you.”

I removed my hand from Draco’s to shake his mom’s hand, but she pulled me into a hug instead. Surprised, I hugged her back and then pulled away. She smelt of mahogany and vanilla.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Please, call me Narcissa.” she replied, and I smiled. “This is my husband, Lucius.” 

I held my hand out and repeated myself, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy.” with a smile.

He looked reluctant to shake my hand, but proceed in doing so, along with a curt nod.

An awkward silence followed.

“You have a lovely home.” I said, trying to break the silence.

“Why, thank you, dear. Why don’t you come help me put the finishing touches on dinner, while the boys set the table?” Mrs. Malfoy said, gesturing to the door behind her.

“Oh, okay.” I said, an anxious twinge in my chest. I was not ready to be alone with one of Draco’s parents, but I didn’t really have a choice. I was also a little surprised that the Malfoys didn’t depend on magic and house elves to do everything. 

I followed her into the kitchen.


I removed the placements from one of the cabinets and began to arrange them, when my father finally spoke.

“So that’s the Mudblood.” he stated so naturally, as if he were talking about the weather outside.

I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins. I had no clue how he knew that Y/N was muggle-born, but that didn’t even matter at this point.

“Please don’t call her that.” I said, not looking up at him.

’Please’? My god, Draco. What has she done to my son?” he said, and I could tell without looking that his mouth was turned up slightly.

I swallowed my anger and said, “Nothing. I just… don’t use that word anymore. And I’d like it if you didn’t either.” I continued to set the table by myself, as my father just stood there and enjoyed making my skin crawl.

He chuckled, which just infuriated me even more. “Wow. She really has changed you.”

“No, she hasn’t.” I lied. She actually had, and definitely for the better. But I couldn’t admit that to my father. If he found out about my newly formed opinions on blood status, he’d disown me.

“So, is she?” he sneered.

I sighed. “Her parents are muggles, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay.” he replied, coldly. “So she is a-”

“Father, please.”

He just stared at me and smirked, clearly amused.


Draco’s mother had assigned some small cooking task to me as she finished up something else. The kitchen had fallen silent for a while, until she finally spoke.

“How long have you and Draco been dating again?” she asked.

“Um… seven months.” I said after thinking back, because I had honestly lost track of time. 

“Does he treat you well?” she said, and I could sense in her voice that she desperately wanted to hear a certain answer.

“Yes.” I said immediately, smiling. “He really does. Your son is… really good to me.”

I saw the relief wash over her face, and I saw Draco’s smile in hers. “I’m glad.” she said, squeezing my arm.

Dinner was fine, although I had a hunch Lucius didn’t like me very much. I tried to push that behind me and focus on Narcissa and Draco. My anxiety dulled as Draco sat at my side, offering me smiles and squeezing my right knee when I started to shake it subconsciously.

But, at one point, any hopes I had for pleasing Draco’s parents flew out the window.

Narcissa had just finished talking about Lucius’s job at the Ministry of Magic, when she asked me, “What about your parents? What do they do?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, my mom is a nurse-”

“At Saint Mungos?” Lucius intervened. The look on his face told me he already knew the answer to that question.

“No, at a muggle hospital.” I said, slowly, dreading what was going to happen next.

“Oh.” Mrs. Malfoy breathed. “Is she-”

“A muggle? Yes.” I said, proudly. “So is my dad, he’s a-”

“So you’re a Mudblood.” Lucius Malfoy spat before I could even say the word writer.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I had no clue how to respond to that.

Draco sucked in a breath. “Father, don’t-”

“Don’t what, Draco? I deserve to know about the types of people you are… surrounding yourself with.” Lucius said, then turned to me. “And, I’m afraid I don’t approve. I don’t want your kind being associated with my son.”

That pushed me over the edge.

My kind?” I retorted, bubbling with anger.

“Yes. Your kind.” he stated. “Mudbloods do not deserve - quite frankly - to be considered wizards and witches. Or, to attend such a nice school for learning magic.”

Narcissa looked shocked. “Lucius!” she exclaimed, appalled at her husband.

Before I knew it, I was firing back.

“Excuse me sir, but - quite frankly - my blood status does not make me any less of a wizard as you.”

Draco’s father looked amused, which just infuriated me further.

“I beg to differ-” he started, but I cut him off.

“Yeah, well, I beg to leave this loathsome conversation.” I said, abruptly standing up. I turned to Draco, who stared angrily at his father. “I’m sorry, Draco.” I said. His eyes met mine, and the anger quickly fell from his face, replaced by a look of shame.

Before he could say anything to me, Lucius turned to Draco and very sternly stated, “You will not be seeing this girl anymore, under any circumstances. Do you hear me?”

Draco sighed. “You can’t-”

I couldn’t help myself. “Well, that works out for me!” I yelled, not meaning it, but blinded by rage at Draco’s father. “I luckily will not be forced to cross paths with you, ever again.” I snapped, glaring at Lucius, who just stared back, no emotion in his face.

I turned and started to walk out of the dining hall. “Thanks for the lovely dinner, Mrs. Malfoy!” I called over my shoulder.


I stood up, the chair legs scraping the wooden floor behind me. I shot my father daggers with my eyes, as I had a very strong urge to leap across the table and punch him across the face. But, I had something more important to do.

“I can’t believe you.” I said coldly, and stormed out after Y/N.

I found her halfway down the walkway outside the front door, heading towards the gates. I called out her name, but she didn’t seem to hear me.

“Wait!” I yelled, and she finally whipped around to face me. I met her halfway down the path, the pebbles crunching beneath my feet being the only noise in the air as I made my way over to her.

“I’m sorry.” I said, ready to apologize for my father’s actions.

“No, I’m sorry.” Y/N said, meeting my eyes. “I really shouldn’t have talked to your dad like that.”

“Don’t apologize.” I replied. “He had it coming. He had no right to speak to you like that.” I pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“I…” I started again, but decided against it.

“What?” she said, taking my hand in hers and fiddling with my fingers.

“I was going to say that I wish I had stepped in, but… you seemed to have it under control.” I said, smiling.

Y/N grinned as well, but that smile faded quickly. She looked down at the ground and said, “So, I guess we can’t see each other anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” I said, causing her head to snap back up. “I’d never let my parents stop me from…”

The words died in my throat as I suddenly looked down at the spot where the mark was stamped forever onto my forearm. That was definitely my parents’ doing.

Y/N sensed what I was thinking and squeezed my hand, her palm cold against mine. I looked into her eyes, licked my lips, and softly said, “Nothing can keep me away from you, okay?”

She smiled and lifted her heels off the floor, leaning up to press her lips to mine. Her hand found its way to my neck and my hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. The cold air around us couldn’t compare to the warmth I felt in that moment, despite her cold hands pressed against my skin. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away and whispered, “Okay.”

I glanced at her, back at the manor, then back at her face.

“Let’s get out of here.” I said, holding my hand out.

She took it.

i wrote this a while ago, and i’m not sure how i feel about it. i know this scenario has been written many times, so i hope i did it justice. i am planning on posting at least two more fics these next few days!! 

also, to the anon that sent me a request earlier today: i am currently working with your idea & hope to have it posted this weekend!!!


Title: It’s the Back Muscles

Warnings: Half naked, recounts of violence, blood, exhaustion, fluff, sweetness

Word Count: 624

Summary: Castiel is changing in the bedroom when reader walks in- exhausted from a long day of research and hunting. Before he can finish changing she gets distracted by his back muscles.

a/n: Trying to lift my mood a bit so here’s a crappy fluff fic. Be ready for some major angst later on- i have quite the story in store ;) 


You shuffled into the bunker- muttering a ‘night’ towards the brothers before heading to your room. To say you were exhausted was an absolute and complete understatement. Your body was sore- and you were pretty sure you had some cuts and bruises scattered throughout your body. Stupid werewolves.

You opened the door to your room, stepping in and closing once realizing that Castiel was changing. You watched him pull off his shirt- staring at his back muscles as they moved and flowed underneath his skin in coils. You walked forward and before Cas could fully turn around you rest a hand on his back, tracing over the muscles. He fell still, your cold hand sending chills down his spine as you traced the mock of wings in his muscles.

“You have quite the back.” You said softly, and he chuckled- the vibrations hitting the pads on your fingertips as you rested them against his spine. You leaned in and rested your forehead against his back- your warmth breathing billowing and spreading out across his skin, giving him goosebumps.

“I have werewolves.” You muttered, and when you felt him starting to turn as a warning to that he was going to turn, you pulled away and allowed him to turn to face you. He took you in with a once over- grimacing slightly as he noticed how matted down your hair looked, and just how… done you looked over all.

“Tell me about it.” He said, pulling you into his warm chest. You let out a soft sigh, wrapping your arms around him loosely, your head resting on his chest as you closed your eyes, his chin resting on the top of your head as you guys swayed softly to the sound of nothing.

“I’m so tired.” You muttered, and he chuckled again- this time the chuckle vibrating throughout your cheek and jaw.

“Shower, then join me in bed.” He said and you nodded, but didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to leave his arms, they were so warm and so comfortable. He pulled back and you sighed, shuffling off to the shower.

After having showered you dried off and pulled on a pair of Captain America pajama bottoms- which Dean had bought you for christmas- and a black tee that had a pair of white angel wings on the back, which of course was given to you by Cas. You left the bathroom- hair brushed and toweled dry- and threw yourself into the bed.

Cas rolled over towards you and sat up, helping you underneath the covers before pulling you into his chest- running a hand through your freshly cleaned hair and the other one wrapped around your waist, keeping him close to you.

“How did the hunt go overall?” He asked, and you huffed, half asleep.

“Well I guess.” You mumbled. “I was ambushed at one point- think I got a cut on my back but I don’t really know. Gosh- sometimes I’m so tempted to just turn and leave. Leave this life behind.” You muttered, and his hand around your waist carefully roamed your back to see if you were indeed correct about the cut.

“I’m glad you don’t, don’t get me wrong. This can suck, but I’m grateful you decide to stay. That allows me to be with you.” He said, and you softly chuckled- taking a deep breath and beginning to fall asleep.

“I love you cas, night baby.” You muttered, and his kissed your forehead- closing his own eyes as he just held you.

“I love you too (Y/n). Sleep well.” He said, and they drifted off into a peaceful sleep- neither one of them plagued by nightmares or the horrors of their past. Just the peaceful future.

Along the north side of the Golden Plains, or what is usually the north, runs a river of molten rock and blue flame. What you find across the river is a toss up on any given day. The vast majority of the time, it leads to the Wastes, though sometimes it is the third Crystalspine forest or the edge of the Mirror Flats. Sometimes it is just the Golden Plains again, but from a different direction.

Should you want to cross the river, watch it before you try. Looks for the eddies that swirl the surface from time to time. Avoid those. Be aware that the surface flows faster than the underneath, but that the underneath will drag travelers to the bottom. It is not the current that does the dragging, but try not to worry too much about what else is down there. You will burn up long before you puzzle out what’s gotten hold of you.

anonymous asked:

Azusa smut please?xx

Originally posted by unicornsihri

  • Word Count: 1457
  • Characters: Azusa & reader
  • Theme: NSFW

The crimson substance dribbled, trickling like a spot of paint upon a canvas, down the side of his lips as he pulled away. Slipped towards his chin as the droplet gathered only to fall back on his finger, the vampire’s head tilted and his tongue slipped pass his lips. Chuckles vibrated throughout the room as the wet organ swiped over the droplets stained upon his finger tips, he pulled them out with a pop. Eyes flickered to you as his teeth bared, the white pearls now tainted with the red liquid that continued to sweep over at your skin as he pulled you closer.
        A hand placed on your waist, his fingers trailed up at your naked back before they slid down towards your rear, the vampire’s limbs had found themselves wounded around your rear. Fingers needled at the soft skin presented underneath his grasp, the side of his lips tugged when a squeak slipped with the moan he wished to occupy from your lips, a small chuckle slipped as his dominant hand tucked itself towards your hip. Nails dragged itself against the bone before his fingers gripped and his hands smacked around your hips, he twirled you.
        Perched yourself on his lap as his fingers danced up your spine, his lips followed suit, the tips of his fangs dragged themselves up as well. The side of his lips tugged as the pale canvas scratched red and dotted pink before he pulled back, his nails scraped against your skull and his fingers weaved throughout your hair.

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Syracuse University scientists wanted to study the odd combination of ice and lava up-close. So they poured over 600 pounds of molten lava on this ice bed. What they discovered may surprise you. The lava didn’t melt the ice. In fact, lava can travel on top of snow. It can even flow underneath ice layers. Here’s why: Volcanic ash prevented the lava from melting the ice rapidly. The lava was also lubricated by a layer of steam.

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anonymous asked:

Describe a picture of Robert that you wish it existed :3

Oooh delicious!!!  Thank you!  Here are two:

Robert is in bed, lying on his side.  His eyes are closed, and he has a gentle smile on his face. His hair is flowing across the pillow underneath him.  The sheets are partially pulled down, exposing his broad shoulders and back, which are tawny from too much sun.  There is a beautiful dark haired woman in his arms that he’s … okay, I’ll stop. :-)  One more:

Robert is standing next to the bed, his hair tousled from sleep.  His eyes are soft, and he’s just beginning to smile devilishly, his dimple barely forming.  He has not a stitch on, and his arousal is obvious.  Okay, yeah, definitely stopping!

Oh, my god I could do this for hours. FUN!  Thanks anon! <3

Sew You Wanna Make a Cosplay: How Comfortable Do You Want It To Be?

You’ve figured out how you want your fabric to look, how to want it to move, and what color it needs to be—and whether you’ll be needing to dye it. There’s only a couple more things to think about before you purchase: comfort and care.

Kid Loki is t-shirt fabric (cotton jersey knit) and velvet. It’s almost like wearing pajamas.

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1/21/17 4:17 am - Subterranean

My pain sees your pain. 
But mine howls like a hurricane,
gnashing its teeth and surging
like water breaking a dam, while
yours sits silently; 

one of those beautiful underground lakes where strange new
forms of life have evolved because they’ve been isolated there for
tens of thousands of years. 
Bioluminescent, exotic and brilliant
A world in itself, a different planet buried just below ours, but… 

I bet the creatures are
frustrated, depressed blind and pale
pigment left long ago
senses faded from lack of exposure 

Maybe they just want to be known.
Maybe they just want to know what light looks like.
To know what it is to feel the water stir their limbs underneath them, flowing.

[Maybe I could show them, if you’d let me]

I wish I could see that world sometime. I bet it’s wonderful.


Also PG…or PG-13. So…warning?


You woke up to the sound of the shower running. You turned your head to see Harry’s side of the bed empty, and soon heard the beautiful sounds of his voice coming from the bathroom. He was singing a verse of REO Speedwagon’s, “Can’t Fight This Feeling”. It was your favorite song, and you loved it even more when he sang it to you.

You smiled and listened to him for a few more seconds before getting up and making your way to the bathroom. You creaked open the bathroom door slowly and Harry pulled back the curtain while continuing to sing. He grinned at you and motioned for you to join him.

You blushed, despite the fact that you had seen him in this state hundreds of times. The water was cascading down his torso, running over the giant butterfly tattoo on his stomach.

You shed the t-shirt and shorts you had worn to bed and gingerly stepped into the shower with him.

Harry had stopped singing at this point and was in the midst of dipping his hair underneath the flow of the water. He reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Can I help?” You asked, walking up closer behind him in the spray.

He nodded and handed you the bottle. “Please do.”

You shook out a decent amount of shampoo into your hands and Harry bent his head slightly so you could reach him better. One of your favorite activities was playing with his hair; even more so when it was under water. You started running your fingers through his long curls with the shampoo and made sure to get a nice lather. You could feel Harry relax under your touch. When you finished with his hair, you started massaging down his back as he ran his head under the water to wash away the shampoo.

“Your turn.” Harry said, turning to face you.

He repeated the routine you had just done on his hair, taking extra time to run his hands over skin that was nowhere near your hair making goosebumps appear despite the hot water. Harry helped you rinse out all the soap, and then embraced you and gave you a long kiss underneath the running water.

“Thanks for the help, kitten.” He whispered into your ear.

5SOS Preference #9.

Preference: Frat Boy. (part 3.)
Part 1.
Part 2.

Luke“Who even gives a fuck?” he sneered, taking another long drink of his beer as the music blared loudly around him and his mates. Calum rolled his eyes again, listening to Luke ask the same bloody question he’d asked ever since he stumbled into their fraternity after he returned from his class earlier. Luke was eyeing girls around the party, trying to find any one that he hadn’t yet fucked, but he had no luck. He’d been with every single girl in the building, and he was bored of having the same one more than twice. “Mate, you’re obviously bothered over that girl.” Calum muttered, opening his own can of beer as he shook hands with another guy at the party, grinning ear to ear as he watched the lad join a group of beer pong players. “I am not. She thinks I’m nothing but a drunken weed addict,” Luke snickered, crushing his empty beer can as he pushed himself off of the counter he was previously leaning against. Calum sighed and took a drink of his beverage, feeling slightly annoyed with Luke dragging on his obvious infatuation with the infamous (Y/N). Although, he had to admit, it was funny watching Luke struggle to get a girl, since he hadn’t had the very problem since he became part of the fraternity. Calum smirked to himself as his eyes landed towards the door, spotting (Y/N) and Amber walking into the party, both of them in dresses that looked too tight and too short for a formal event. However, they were perfect for getting them laid at the very party they were attending. “Luke,” Calum nudged his friend, getting his attention away from the floor. Luke looked up, tugging at his lip with his teeth. “What?” Luke beckoned, his eyes widening as he saw (Y/N) being greeted by Ashton and Michael, both of them with glazed eyes as they’d just finished smoking a joint not even ten minutes ago. Calum watched Luke’s reaction, seeing him straighten his posture and try to hold his cool as (Y/N) removed herself from conversation with Ashton and Michael, coming closer to the two boys who just so happened to be standing next to the kegs. She twirled her hair around one of her fingers as she grabbed a cup, placing it under the faucet to fill it before she turned and caught eyes with Luke. “Why are you here?” Luke spat out, not intending to speak to her after her episode in class earlier. (Y/N) smirked and shrugged her shoulders, turning her body so that Luke could now get a closer look at how well the dress hugged around her hips and her breasts. She looked totally fuckable, but he knew there was no chance he would get to even tempt her up to his room. He swallowed the arousal in his throat, eyes narrowing at the attractive girl in front of him. “I figured I’d come out for one more party,” She told him, causing him to become confused. “I’m going home for the weekend, you see.” (Y/N) continued to talk, telling Luke how she was going to help her mother who had fallen ill, and how she wouldn’t be back for a few weeks. He hated the fact that she was leaving, especially since they were on such bad terms, but he knew eventually he’d find some other girl to become obsessed with. He’d be over her in about another week, and it would be easier to forget her if she wasn’t anywhere on the campus so he wouldn’t have any chances of running into her. “So, are you sobered up, or just coming down?” She taunted, grabbing her over-flowing beer cup from underneath the keg faucet. Luke shook his head at her remark, crossing his arms over his chest. “I haven’t been sober since this morning, if you wanna know the truth.” He laughed, his confidence shrinking once (Y/N) shook her head with disapproval written across her face. “You’re never going to grow up, are you, Luke?” She asked in a sad voice, the music suddenly dulling down and her question being the only thing to linger in Luke’s ears. How could she ask that? He was in college. These were to be the best party days of his life. Besides, he was only twenty. Was that supposed to be the new age to become fully mature? Luke shivered in his clothes, catching (Y/N) taking a drink of her beer. “Hypocrite.” He spoke. (Y/N) choked on her drink, coughing slightly as she eyed Luke. “Excuse me?” She called to him, causing him to smirk. He knew he had her where he wanted her. “I’m a frat boy, right? We love to party and get drunk, maybe even high. But you,” He pointed down at her. “You’re a straight A student. You take everything so seriously, but yet, every time you show up to one of these parties, you end up just as drunk as the rest of us.” Luke said, his feelings all flowing out of his mouth as (Y/N) just stood there and listened to him. “Why is it a big deal that I’m messed up, yet you can do it and there’s no problems?” Luke questioned, and (Y/N) stayed silent. She couldn’t answer his question, because she knew he was right. He had called her out on her own bullshit, and she’d never had someone do that to her before. “Frat boy’s have nerves, huh?” She smirked, laughing as Luke nodded his head confidently. He moved and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, feeling as if they’d reached some sort of ground where they could finally stop hating on each other every time they were in the same vicinity. “How about I take you upstairs and show you just how grown up I am, hm?” He whispered in her ear, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up and her skin to crawl with goosebumps. Tired of fighting with him, (Y/N) nodded and let Luke lead her to his dorm; where he did, in fact, prove to her how ‘grown up’ he was.

Ashton: He felt like shit for what he did. He felt like absolute shit, and he wasn’t sure how to make it any better. He hadn’t even rolled out of bed yet, and he was supposed to have a history class in twenty minutes. Fuck it, he didn’t feel like going. He knew he would be face to face with (Y/N), and she would treat him more like an alien than a friend now. She’d seen the side of him that he had never intended for her to see, and Ashton wasn’t sure how he was going to feel about being around her after that. He cursed at himself, sitting up in his bed as he checked his phone. His alarm was still going off, even though it was set for an hour prior to the time he was waking up. “Shit,” He groaned, stretching and heading into the bathroom to do his daily routine before he jolted out of the door, fully dressed and smelling nice as he ran to his history lesson. He didn’t feel like going, but he wanted to at least try to get a reaction out of (Y/N). His thoughts were all too condescending, and he hadn’t even noticed how confused he was until he sat down in his regular seat next to her. She had her head buried in her book, trying her hardest not to look up at him as he opened his own pad of paper and pen, taking down whatever notes were on the smart board. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to explain that he had only gotten drunk because he wanted to have fun, but he didn’t want her to feel like being drunk was his only source of having fun. Besides, she probably wouldn’t even reply to him if he did speak. Ashton gritted his teeth, his hand gripping onto his pen tightly as he kept looking at (Y/N) out of the corner of his eyes. She seemed tense, and that was the last thing he wanted to feel when he was around her. She shouldn’t have to feel nervous, she should feel comfortable. “God, I hate being a fucking frat boy,” Ashton spat under his breath, hating himself for messing up his chances with (Y/N) that he barely believed he had before. Her hand stopped writing for a minute, pausing as she had caught wind of his words before she continued writing the notes peacefully. Ashton wrote just as fast as she did, trying to match her speed. “All we do is drink, get high, and party. Not to mention we fuck a lot,” He laughed at himself, realizing how silly his title actually was. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did hate me now.” He told her, speaking indirectly, but (Y/N) knew he was ignoring directing her in fear of her reaction to his words. She sighed and nodded her head. She did hate him, but not literally. She hated the one that she’d seen at the party. She hated frat Ashton more than she hated Ashton as a person. Of course, she should have known better than to attend a party with him and have him not drunk, but she figured she would have been enough to keep him sober. Sadly, she had thought wrong. “I hate frat boys.” (Y/N) replied, getting shushed by a few students behind her. Ashton flipped them off without looking back, his hand finally released from the cramping of the writing he’d been doing since he sat down. “I hate their cocky attitudes, I hate their partying, and I hate their sleeping around.” Her nose scrunched at the end of her sentence, causing Ashton to giggle. His heart began to feel less heavy with guilt as she ranted to him, telling him of how she was upset with the fact that he’d been the one to change her mind about frat boys. She thought he was different than the others, but she had been proven wrong at the party the night before. She saw Ashton as his title, a complete frat boy, and she hated it. Ashton sighed and nodded his head at her, understanding every word she said. “Trust me, I hate it, too. I hate that I got so drunk that I fell asleep. Especially with you in the room.” He smirked down at her, watching as (Y/N)’s cheeks heated up and tinted pink. She grinned and turned towards him, “The next time, I’m the one who gets to get plastered.” She said. Ashton’s eyes widened and his eyebrows rose to his hairline in excitement. “There’s going to be a next time?” He asked, in disbelief that she was so easily forgiving. She shrugged her shoulders, shutting her book as she stood from her seat beside of him. “Not in the near future, I’m too pissed off for us to be together anytime soon.” She answered, laughing once she saw him slump in his seat. “But maybe someday. You’re lucky you’re a cute frat boy.”

Calum: “I didn’t mean for her to see that.” (Y/N) mocked Calum’s voice, laughing viciously as she and Callie sat in their dorm the next morning. They were enjoying their day off from classes, having a typical girl’s day in as they watched movies, ate junk food and studied on and off for their tests they had coming up. Callie snorted and rolled her eyes, now finding a heartless edge to herself as she looked at her friend who had taken up for her the night before. “What did he think was going to happen?” She questioned, her voice rising with laughter as the two girls both made fun of the infamous frat boy that the two of them now shared a hatred for. (Y/N) finished eating her bowl of ice cream, her throat cold and tired from how much she’d eaten and yelled about the entire situation between her friend and Calum. Callie offered her own empty bowl to (Y/N) as she stood and walked to the kitchen part of their dorm, throwing both bowls in the sink as she began doing dishes. As she cleaned, she couldn’t help but look up at Callie and to feel sorry for her friend. She’d just witnessed her ex boyfriend cheating on her. He literally fucked a girl right in front of her face, and all she could do was cry in the bathroom until someone could come find her and let her out. (Y/N) wasn’t sure how she confronted Calum afterwords, or if she even did, but she knew that her friend was going to be too emotionally traumatized for another relationship anytime soon. She finished washing her dishes, groaning as there was a knock on their door. “Can you get it, since you’re already up?” Callie called, not looking up from the movie that was playing. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and walked to the door, swinging it open without hesitation until she saw the disheveled body of Calum Hood standing on the other side. “Oh, fuck.” She whispered, seeing him in the same clothes as the night before, his hair a mess and his eyes with bags underneath them. She wasn’t sure if he was hungover, or if his playing had finally made him feel guilty, but she knew she didn’t like the sight of him in anything other than his best shape. She scrunched her nose and held her hand firmly on the door, ready to slam it the very second that Calum said anything inappropriate. “Does Callie want to talk?” He asked, his voice hoarse as he let each word slide past his lips. (Y/N) shook her head, already knowing that Callie had turned too bitter with her making fun of Calum all morning long. She was already healed over her break up, not emotionally, but mentally. “Can I talk to you, then?” Calum pleaded, needing some sort of clarification that he wasn’t in shit with either of the girls that he’d once thought he had in the palm of his hands, well, aside from (Y/N). She shook her head again, hastily as a smirk played on her lips. “I don’t do sappy make ups, Calum.” She told him, laughing to herself as Calum sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was a mess, and she hated seeing him in such a state, but she also loved that this was the karma he deserved finally catching up to him. Screw the star football player; he was nothing more than a cheating frat boy and he deserved every ounce of payback he got coming his way, according to (Y/N). “How about a hot one, then?” He taunts, his cockiness already filling his face as he licked his plump lips at the sight of (Y/N) in her shorts and tank top. She scoffed, making a disgusted face at him as her fingers curled around the door in an even harder grip than before. “You’re seriously fucked in the head, aren’t you?” (Y/N) taunted, her voice stern. She knew Callie was listening closely, so she held her cool composure, even though she really wanted to slam the door in his face and send him walking. She wanted to purposely make him suffer more so that Callie would be satisfied. “Why would you say that?” Calum retorted, crossing his toned arms across his chest as he stared down at the girl before him. “You just cheated on Callie. I’m not going to jump into your bed the day after, now if you’ll excuse us, we have better things to do.” She spoke, going to close the door before Calum stopped her with his hands, overpowering her strength with his own. (Y/N) groaned, half entertained with the effort Calum was putting in to be around her and her friend. “How about a goodbye quickie, huh?” He offered, causing (Y/N) to groan again, louder and more angrier as she started pushing against his hand to shut the door. “Fuck off, frat boy!” She yelled, ripping the door from Calum’s hands as she finally closed it all the way. She felt no remorse; once a frat boy, always a frat boy.

Michael: (Y/N) found herself standing in the crowd, yet again, watching Michael’s band play in the middle of the college campus. She had said she liked their music, but she was pretending to hate it on account of not wanting to feed Michael’s ego anymore. She slightly danced along with the music, enjoying herself until the end of the show. She began to clear out with the rest of the crowd before she heard her name being called, and she automatically knew that Michael was pushing people aside, elbowing his way through bodies to get to her. “(Y/N),” He panted as he bent over, grabbing his knees to support himself for a few seconds. She grinned and turned towards him, acting as cool as she could in front of his eyes. “Oh, if it isn’t my least favorite frat boy.” She grinned, laughing as Michael rolled his eyes at her comment. He stood straight, stretching his limbs before he replied to her remark. “I have a name.” He spoke seriously, causing (Y/N) to lose her joking tone as she nodded her head, deciding to stop toying with him for a conversation. “Are you ready to apologize yet?” He asked her, letting out a huff as (Y/N) shook her head to his question. He couldn’t believe that she still hadn’t apologized for humiliating him the way she did; it had been almost two weeks and still no word! Michael was frustrated by this point. “Didn’t I tell you that I’d only apologize if you learned how to treat girls and such?” She taunted, her smirk returning back to her face as Michael nodded his head swiftly. He cleared his throat confidently, playing with the sleeves of his flannel as he began to walk beside her. He didn’t know where they were going, but he knew that he wasn’t going to leave this time until he got his formal apology. “I’ll have you know that I haven’t fucked anyone since the night you bathed me in beer.” He smiled widely, instantly frowning once (Y/N) busted out laughing. It was funny to her that Michael figured he could convince her that he’d changed just because he hadn’t had sex with anyone out of humiliation. “So about two weeks, huh? Long dry spell for you.” She giggled, Michael only shaking his head as they made a turn down the campus towards her dorms, the complete opposite direction from Michael’s frat house. “It is, actually. I really fuck every other night, and now that I’ve been pondering on you non stop, I haven’t focused on getting my dick sucked.” He told her honestly, causing a brief blush to brush across her cheeks as he listened to him talk about her as if she was his actual love interest. Her heart swooned momentarily before she coughed, causing the butterflies in her stomach to descend. “Michael, you haven’t learned anything about respecting girls just because you haven’t had sex with one in two weeks.” She sadly said, causing him to sigh and pout. He knew now that there was absolutely no winning the argument with her, and he decided to go ahead and drop the issue before he caused himself to have an aneurysm. “Just, let me know that you at least feel a little guilty about making me look like a fool!” He begged her, defeat written across his features as they reached the door to her dorm hall. (Y/N) read over his expression, seeing the distress in his eyes as she sighed and nodded her head. “Fine. I’m sorry that I humiliated you in front of all your little frat buddies.” She stuck her tongue out as Michael happily smiled, resting an arm around her shoulders. “Now, was that so hard?” He taunted her, pressing a quick kiss against her temple before he pulled away from her, giving her no time to retaliate to the affection. “Oh, by the way,” Michael smirked, “We have another show coming up tonight. At our frat. I see you in the crowd a lot, figured I’d give you a formal invitation.” He winked, stepping backwards from her as (Y/N) gawked at him as if he were some sort of alienated creature. “Fuck you, frat boy!” She squealed, knowing in her mind that she would probably be front and center at the show later on tonight.