this is going to make me sound like a spoil*d brat but 1) i’m truly not & 2) don’t even focus on the me aspect of this story the important thing is how kind & caring my girlfriend is, so, anyway, my gf & i went to the mall like a month ago & we were @ the food court.. i bought orange juice… she got her food.. we both sat down.. me, being a fool, never looked @ the label even once, opened it, realized “oh, wow, there’s pulp” which i voiced aloud in like.. a mock disappointed tone, fully intent on drinking it anyway b/c whatever.. & abby just.. takes it. puts it on her tray. then leaves & returns w/ orange juice w/ no pulp from a different vendor, & gives it to me.. & she drank the pulp-y one.. ✨🍊💫 i would die for her
“So when’s this stupid party again?” Rebekah asked.
“It’s in 3 days. And it’s not a party, it’s a-”
“-celebratory dinner honoring you and Elijah’s engagement, I know. Either way I’ll still look prettier than the groom,” she winked mischievously.
“Sadly, you will,” I smiled.
“Need I say congratulations again?” she grinned, bringing me into a warm hug. “I can’t wait to have a sister.”
“Talking about me again?” Elijah interrupted, popping out of nowhere.
“Elijah,” I gasped, slightly surprised. He wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.
“I was able to catch up with work a little early Y/N. Aren’t you happy to see your own fiance?”
“She’s just surprised at how intrusive you’ve been the past couple of days. Eager to see the bride I assume?” Rebekah teased.
“Rebekah, Marcel would like to see you downstairs,” Elijah informed sternly, a serious look in his eyes.
Whisking away, Elijah and I were left alone in the room.
“I missed you dear,” he whispered, kissing my forehead and wrapping me in a very tight hug.
“I missed you too…”
His lips gently trailed from my forehead to my lips, pulling away after a brief moment of pure fire.
Stomping to the tray of alcohol, he poured himself a full glass of bourbon, downing it hungrily.
“Are you alright?” I asked wearily, not used to Elijah being so aggressive with drinks.
“I’m a little- on edge,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I haven’t fed in a week Y/N. I’ve been out running Klaus’ errands and keeping things in check, I haven’t had the time to take care of myself or you for the matter.”
Walking towards him carefully, I gently grabbed his face with my hands, seeing his veins become more prominent underneath his eyes as my heart rate increased.
“Let me help you Elijah. Just this once,” I pleaded when he looked away. “Please.”
I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck and pulled him close to me, gripping his arms tightly.
He placed his lips on my skin ever so lightly, then without warning, he sunk his fangs into my neck. Gulping hungrily, I reminded myself to thank Hayley for all the sweets she’s been giving me the past couple of days.
As drank hungrily, Elijah raked his hands through my hair to distract me from the numbing sensation from my neck. Even though there were literally two sharp objects stuck in my neck, it somehow felt warm at the fact that I could help the person that I loved the most in the only way possible.
After he was finished, he bit into his forearm and let me heal.
“Was this an early wedding present?” he queued.
“I was hoping that there would be more events in which my help would be needed?” I hinted.
The corners of his mouth tugged up to show the amazing smile that I held dear to my heart. I pressed my lips on his as he carried both across the hallway and into the bedroom as we fell fast asleep.
You know, the one where they found a mass in my brain
The one that has been giving me a fever
The one that gives me a constant headache
And not just your typical “I drank too much last night”
Headache, but one that feels like my brain is trying to push its way out of my skull; if you don’t like it, unfollow.
But I promise this, a few more assholes who message me with some negative bullshit, I’ll delete my Tumblr all together. Your choice, my friends.
At some point in life a fallen angel is placed with an angel. These angels are to decide the fate of each other. Will the fallen angel ask for redemption? Or will the angel sin and become one of the fallen? Once redeemed, a fallen angel can decide to remain immortal and save their current bloodline from being a fallen, or put their spirit to rest and forget the horrors of their past. The second option sounds more selfish than the other as they cannot save their family, but most fallen angels suffer harsh punishments through the sins of their ancestors. If an angel sins by the control of a fallen angel, their present and future bloodline must live their afterlife as a fallen angel with no luck of redemption. The fallen angel on the other hand can put their spirit to rest with no reminisce of their past, but just like the angel their living family suffers burden placed upon them with no redemption.
Gaining redemption seemed to be the only positive in your life, until you saw the angel you were paired with. She was breathtaking, the problem was she despised you. The words she uses to describe you hurt, but she has a reason for her hate. When her eyes aren’t glaring into the depths of your soul she is truly an angel. Y/N’s complexion, her personality, her voice they all portray an angel. To her you were evil, her mood gradually worsens when she feels the presences of you. You didn’t enjoy being a fallen angel, constantly watching the deaths of innocent people, yet you couldn’t save them. You only declared the fates of the sinners, and the single angel you were placed with. The only way to gain your redemption is to become close to angel, to prove your worthiness. Fallen angels are known as manipulative and condescending, very few earn their redemption. Your family was cursed as fallen angels from an ancestors past, so you promised yourself that you will be saved from a constant life of hell.
When paired with an angel you must be around them at all times, Y/N wasn’t really fond of that idea. What made it worst for her was that you two had to live in the same apartment. You didn’t mind this at all, no matter how much Y/N disliked and avoided you, you still admired her. Not only that, but the apartment was beautiful it would be more enjoyable if you two could get along. So far you’ve been stuck with her for around 4 months and no progress in communication has been made. It sucked, your attempts of small talk only angered her more, possibly her fear of becoming a fallen angel like you. Yet, if she only talked to you she would know you wanted to change your future for the better.
You’ve heard multiple stories of angels being stuck together for centuries, and that’s not going to be you two.
A basic day for you was nothing spectacular. You weren’t hidden by a fake identity, so you didn’t have a job or human friends. Life was pretty easy, you earned money for doing nothing. Your friends were other fallen angels with the same goal as you. You were also placed in the country you grew up in, so you were quite happy for such an evil soul.
Today you woke up at 4 in the morning, you had to tell a sinner their inevitable fate. This case was nothing new as you were faced with it many times, a person murdered another and than killed themselves. Any normal human wouldn’t want to face a duty like this, but this was your job. You had to force pain into sinners, the pain of everyone they affected. Before you left, you heard the opening of the apartment door.
“Hello? Y/N is that you?” You asked.
You heard a hiccup, “Yes, it is I, Mr. Song Minhooo.” Y/N replied with no stability in her voice or her body.
“Where were you? It’s 4 am.” You said. It slightly surprised you that she responded back.
“Well, I was partying with some friends and they gave me really tasty juice, it was so good so I drank a ton. No one ever told me that there’s a thing called ‘too much’ juice.” She walked towards the couch in the living area and plopped down. “Also, I got some message that some guy killed some innocent person. So I gotta help one of them out, the problem is my legs just can’t move right now.” She has never talked to you so openly these past 4 months and you were shocked. You wish she wasn’t inebriated, and you could talk to her like this normally.
“I got the same message too, but for the murderer.” You told her.
“I guess we should go together, you need to help me walk though. A lot of juice must affect your physical capabilities. I’m not drinking juice again.” She did a small burp, which made you laugh, she is so unaware. “Minho, stop talking bout juice we got to give some dead people news.”
Just like humans, angels could get drunk too. Y/N seemed to be uneducated on alcohol and her friends must’ve thought it’d be funny to get her drunk. As amusing as it was, it’s bad being drunk when you have to deal with a dead person. It’s not ethical. Luckily, you had medicine to end her intoxication. She wasn’t blackout drunk, so she’d be able to remember the conversation that just took place.
“Y/N I have medicine that will take away the effects of ‘juice.’ I can give it to you if you’d like? You have to be presentable for the dead you know, you’re an angel.” She nodded her head for the medicine and you gave it to her. The pill is known to work right away, once she takes it she should be completely sober. Within the matter of seconds, Y/N looks up at you apologetically but she became tense.
“Sorry,” she said looking at the ground, “we should get going.” She got right up and walked out the door and you followed right behind her.
The walk was slow and completely silent. You’ve experienced silence when talking to her before so you thought you would try once again. “So, what kind of ‘juice’ did you drink with your friends?” You were afraid you were going to laugh when asking her this. How could she be so naive, even children know what alcohol is.
“Why do you want to know?” She asked suspiciously.
“No specific reason, just want to have a conversation. If you don’t want to talk to me you don’t have to, I just thought 4 months of silence was enough.” You told her honestly.
“You sure are eager to talk to me. If I told you want I drank, you could give it to me and make me sin.” She replied.
“You’re overthinking, Y/N. I asked you a simple question, but that sounds like a great plan if I wanted to remain a fallen angel. You wouldn’t know that because you don’t talk to me.” You responded a bit aggravated.
“How am I supposed to trust a fallen angel? Maybe you’re not thinking enough.” She retorted. It was hard for you to make her understand, she must’ve been brought up believing that your kind was evil.
“I’m not asking you to trust me, at least communicate with me. Communication can lead to trust. Please just know I don’t enjoy this afterlife I have, I get harsh punishments from one of my ancestors sins. I did nothing wrong when I was alive, yet my whole bloodline will suffer if I don’t gain redemption. You’re an angel, there should be a little sympathy in you for me, understand where I come from. Don’t judge me because I’m an ‘evil’ angel, I never asked to be one. You might be thinking, why is he blabbing on or where did all of this come from? I’ve been a fallen angel for 400 odd years, I was so happy to be paired with you. It was the only time I was happy during these 400 years, but you constantly neglect me. I can only tell you how much I despise this afterlife I live, because only you can rid of it for me. You get to give dead souls a meaningful afterlife, I send dead souls to hell I force pain into them, indescribable pain. No human, no angel would be able to live through such pain. I’m only slightly glad to be a fallen angel, you will see me put a man in hell today, he isn’t going to be a fallen angel like me. He will go crazy, he will never become immune to the pain that will be forced into him. His family chain that is currently alive now will all become fallen angels once they die. Their punishment will be based off the sin this man committed, which is murder and suicide. I’m not a fallen angel that wants you to sin, I want a better afterlife for myself. I apologize for my rant, but you’ve never given me the chance to express myself. I thought this was the best opportunity to do so.” It felt so great to release your feelings, but you knew she’d still be suspicious of you.
“You sure do talk a lot…” She said finally looking into your eyes, “and I will take everything that you said tonight to heart. I believe that you don’t want to be evil anymore, just take into consideration an angels perception of a fallen angel. Anyways, we’ve been letting these souls wait to long so we better hurry and get to them.”
You both picked up your pace to get to the exact location of the dead bodies. It may sound wrong that you had a sliver of hope for your future, when you are minutes away from sending a person to hell. But soon enough this won’t be your job, you could finally be an angel…
my first mino scenario, so please enjoy :)
for the anon who requested this to be long and waited so long, i apologize. BUT, i plan on making this a short series, so hopefully you wont be so mad. and the ending is kind of rushed, and for that i apologize as well.
i also keep forgetting but THANK YOU FOR 273 FOLLOWERS, i was supposed to say that 73 people ago but my memory aint so great because of stress. y'all some nice people for following me, luvvv u :)) <3
Can you please do a Fred imagine based in ootf where umbridge gives you a really bad detention where you come out with paragraphs of writing all over your arms from the blood pens? I know it sounds kind of weird but it’s been in my head all day
“Come on, Y/n. It’s not like you haven’t had detention before.” Fred squeezed my hand, as he walked me to detention. Fred Weasley was my boyfriend and has been for three years. We were both in our seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
“I’ve never had detention with the toad, Fred. I’m the first one to get a detention from her and I’m extremely nervous about it.” I confessed, stopping in front of the classroom.
“You’ll be fine, love.” He reassured me. He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll come back to pick you up, alright?”
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you and everyone else in the common room, yeah?”
“Alright. So I’ll be here in an hour.” He insisted, giving me a goofy grin. I shoved him out of the way, playfully.
“Idiot,” I muttered, opening the door to the classroom and shutting it after me, but not before seeing Fred giving me the thumbs up and a reassuring smile to which I answered by sticking my tongue out at him.
“Ms. Y/l/n.” Umbridge’s sickly fake sweet voice rang through my ears.
I looked around the room and noticed that I was the only student there. “Just me? You shouldn’t have.” I gave her a fake smile as I took a seat in the very front of the class, just to show her that she had no effect on me.
She gave me an annoyed smile. “You’re the only one who doesn’t seem to understand how to behave.”
“Oh I understand how to behave and I would if you didn’t give me reasons to act up.”
“And what reason did I give you?” She gritted her teeth.
I smiled at the fact that I was getting under her skin. “You’re teaching methods. We need to use magic in order to learn about magic.”
“There is no need to use ma-” She started.
“How are we going to protect ourselves from Volde-”
“ENOUGH!” She yelled, causing me to jump in my seat. “You will be writing 100 lines from me. Another word that comes from your mouth will earn you another set of ten lines.” The corner of her lips tugged into a small smile. She set a black quill on the table, along with a piece of parchment paper. I looked around and gave her a confused look.
“I haven’t got any ink.” I said, calmly.
“That’s ten more lines, Mrs. Y/l/n.” She said, smiling.
I gaped at her. “What?! That’s hardly fair! I need ink!”
“Another set of ten lines.” She added, walking to her desk. “Its a special quill. It doesn’t need ink.” She said as she sat down, taking a sip of her tea.
“You could have started with that.” I mumbled.
“Another set of ten.” She smiled. “I must not contradict authority.” She said, smugly.
I bit my tongue to stay quiet as I started the first line.
I must not contradict authority.
‘One down, one hundred twenty-nine to go’ I thought.
I scratched the back of my hand.
I must not contradict authority.
I scratched it some more. I let out a small hiss as it started to sting. I rubbed it, gently and looked at it. I let out a small gasp as The phrase ‘I must not contradict authority’ scratched itself onto the back of my hand.
I looked up as the second line started to scratch itself under the first. Umbridge had the smallest smile on her lips as she watched the horror and fear form in my eyes.
“Keep going, Ms. Y/l/c. The faster you get them done, the faster you leave.” She said, taking another sip from her tea.
Two hours. I’ve been in detention for two hours and I haven’t finished. Umbridge didn’t seem to mind. Every time I accidentally let out a hiss or gasp of pain, I saw the corners of her lips tug into a small smile. I was on the last line. I was feeling extremely lightheaded and looking down at my arms didn’t help. My arms, from the back of my hand to almost up to my shoulders, were red and smudged with blood.
‘Just one more.’ I thought. My hand was shaking. It hurt so bad.
I must not contradict authority.
As soon as I finished the last line, I slammed the quill down and shot up from my seat, almost falling over.
“I see you’ve finished.” Umbridge said. A wicked smile playing on her lips. I only glared at her as I walked to the door.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Ms. Y/l/n.” Umbridge called out.
“Bite me.” I said, as strongly as I could before opening and slamming the door behind me.
I stopped outside of the door and looked at my arms. I let out a small whimper as I saw blood dripping down slightly. I ran a hand through my hair, before covering my face with my hands. I began sobbing into them and I was about to fall to the floor, but two strong arms pulled me up.
“Y/n. Love, what’s happened? You were in there forever. I got here an hour ago and fell asleep.” Fred said, holding me upright. His arm brushed over the fresh cuts and I let out a pained whimper.
His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He looked down and his eyes widened. I started crying even harder, my body threatening to fall over again. His strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist as he tried to keep me upright.
“Bloody hell! Let’s get you to the common room!” He said, urgently.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, while the other went under my legs and he picked me up and rushed to the common room. We got a few surprised looks from some paintings, but they didn’t say anything. They just watched me cry into Fred’s chest, with sorrowful expressions.
When we got to the portrait, the fat lady let out a loud gasp.
“Oh my goodness! What’s happened?!” She asked.
“Umbridge.” Was all he said to get a gleam of hatred in the fat lady’s eyes. He quickly said the password and brought me in. George, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all in the common room waiting for us. Ginny was falling asleep on Harry’s shoulder. I would be teasing her about it, but I couldn’t think of anything but the pain.
“Move over! Y/n’s hurt!” Fred yelled, causing everyone to jump out of their seats.
“What do you mean ‘she’s hurt’.”
“Wasn’t she in detention?”
I was still crying, while Fred laid me gently on the couch.
“I don’t know I found her crying and she was falling over. She hasn’t said anything. Please, say something.” He held my face in his hands as he stared into my eyes.
“I-It hurts!” I sobbed, crying even more when I saw how bloody my arms were.
“Bloody hell.” Ron gaped.
Everyone went silent when they saw my arms. Fred looked like he was about to cry as he looked down at them.
“Hermione! Do you know anything that can stop the bleeding?” Fred asked, not taking his eyes off of me.
“I think I’ve got something in my trunk!” She said, running up the stairs to our dormitory. She came back seconds later, holding a red colored vile.
“Here, Y/n. Drink this. It’s going to sting. Fred come stand right here.” She said pointing in between George and Ron.
“What? Why?” He asked.
“Just do it.” She instructed. Fred gave me a reassuring smile and he walked in between his brothers.
“Ginny. Take her hand.” Hermione pulled her wand out and cast a silencing charm around the room.
“Ron, George, Harry. Hold him.” She said, calmly.
“Wait, what?” Fred asked before Harry sat on his legs, holding them tightly against him. George and Ron grabbed Fred’s arms.
“Okay, Y/n. Are you ready?” Hermione asked.
“Just give it to me.” I whispered. I took it and drank the small amount of red liquid.
I gave her the vile and everyone kept their eyes on me. I didn’t feel anything.
“Maybe she needs mo-” Ron was cut off by my violent screams.
“WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HER?!” Fred yelled, thrashing around in the boy’s arms.
“No…. I’M FINE!” I yelled, squeezing Ginny’s hand. The pain started to die down and I started to calm myself.
“I’m fine.” I said, calmer.
Hermione looked at the boy’s and nodded her head.
They let Fred go and he rushed over to me.
“Y/n. Y/n are you alright?” He asked, gingerly. Haha, get it? Gingerly. Cause he’s a… nevermind.
“I’m fine.” I said, quietly.
“What happened?” Ginny asked while Hermione cast a spell to remove the blood stains and the silencing spell.
“Umbridge made me write lines.” I stated, calmly.
“What? What do lines have to do with anything?” Ron asked.
I extended my arms.
“I must not contradict authority.” I said, quietly trying not to start crying again.
Their eyes widened as they looked at the words on my arms.
“H-how?” George asked.
“She has a special quill. It scratches what you write on the paper onto your hand. I had to do extra lines since I can never keep my mouth shut.” I laughed, grimly. No one else found it funny.
Fred’s jaw clenched. “How many times?”
“It doesn’t matter-”
“How many times, Y/n?” He repeated.
I sighed. “One hundred and thirty lines.”
“We can’t just ignore this!” Hermione exclaimed.
‘We won’t.” Fred looked to George and they smiled at each other.
This can’t be good.
“Well whatever you’re going to do, count me in.” Ron said, excitedly.
“No. What we’re going to do is tell Dumbledore.” I said, sternly.
“I agree with Y/n. You can’t get yourselves expelled when there is someone like Dumbledore who can fix things.” Hermione sighed. “We’ll talk about this in the morning. We’ll leave you two at it then.” She gave my hand a light squeeze and went upstairs followed by Ginny. The boys went to their rooms after giving me sympathetic smiles, leaving me and Fred alone.
Fred stood up and pulled me up so he could sit. He sat me gently on his lap and positioned my head on the couch cushion. He took my hands in his and turned them over to look at the light scars. He traced his fingers over them gently and let out a deep breath.
“Fred… I’m okay. Really.” I whispered.
“I know you are, but you weren’t. She’ll pay for what she did to you, Y/n. She’ll pay for what she’s dong to the school.”
“If she did this to someone as sweet and amazing as you, imagine who else she’d do it too. First years. Little harmless first years Y/n. We’ve got to do something before she gets the chance to hurt someone else.” His eyes were pleading me to let him stop her.
I sighed. “You’re right. What are we going to do then?”
“George and I… are going to think of something, but we are most likely going to get expelled.”
“WHAT?!” I yelled.
“Shhhh! Keep your voice down. I don’t want Hermione hearing about it. She’ll go crazy.”
“You can’t get expelled! You still have so finish school.” I whisper yelled.
“We only have half a school year left, Y/n. I’ll be fine.” He insisted.
I shook my head. “I don’t know Fred.”
“We were already planning to do it. She’s been driving everyone insane since day one. We were just waiting for the right time to do it.”
I sighed. “It’s not the right time then.”
“Y/n. She hurt you. Don’t you feel any anger towards her?”
“Of course, I do… but I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”
“I told you that this is for everyone. No one else will get hurt like you did.”
I thought about it for a moment. “You’re right If someone doesn’t stop her…. other kids will get hurt.”
“Exactly.” he smiled. “I’ll write to you every day until you come to visit me at home, yeah?”
I smiled back and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Great. Now that that’s settled. Why don’t we go up to your room and let you rest.” He gently pulled me up and helped me walk up the stairs.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Now why on earth wouldn’t I? You’d have to pry me off your bed ‘cause I wasn’t planning on leaving you.” he said, kissing my temple as we walked up to my dorm. “I love you so much, Y/n. No one will get away with hurting you. No one.”
“This is bad. This is really, really bad.” You pulled at the roots of your hair as you paced back and forth.
“We’ll fix this.” Sam placed his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm down.
“How?” You asked.
“The same way they did in the show.” Dean shrugged.
“This isn’t in the show.” You shook your head. “We’re pretty much screwed.”
“Y/N, we will find another way.” Cas gave you a small, reassuring smile.
“We need to strategize.” Dean pushed everything off of the table and began to plan with Sam.
Cas stood there for a moment completely lost in thought. He seemed to be going back and forth between something in his head.
“Cas,” You asked, tentatively and placed your hand on his arm. “What are you thinking?”
“It is very dangerous.” He told you.
“This job is dangerous.” You reminded him. “Now, what did you have in mind?”
“We could talk to him.” Cas suggested.
Dean paused from his work and looked up. “What?”
“It seems that my brother is very,” Cas looked over at you and blushed. “Fond of Y/N. If she talks to him, maybe he will stop.”
“We’re not using Y/N as bait. End of discussion.” Dean said, finality dripping from his voice.
“I wouldn’t be bait.” You rolled your eyes.
“It’s dangerous.” Sam shook his head.
“I can manage.” You shrugged.
“No, Y/N.” Dean snapped.
“Dean’s right,” Sam agreed, “You could get hurt.”
“If I don’t do it everyone could die.” You reminded the two of them.
“I will protect Y/N.” Cas reassured Sam and Dean.
You grabbed Cas’ hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m ready when you are.”
“We’ll come too.” Dean began walking over to the two of you.
“No.” You cut him off swiftly. “Stay here and finish your plan just in case this doesn’t work.”
Dean nodded begrudgingly and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead. You hugged him back tight, happy to be getting a Winchester hug.
“Be safe.” He whispered.
“You too.” You smiled back and took Cas’ hand once again.
Cas gave you a nod before zapping the two of you somewhere remote.
“Where are we?” You asked him.
“The last place I sensed my brother. I have no idea what it is called.” Cas shrugged.
You looked around at the beautiful meadow around you. The flowers decorated the grass, adding a flare of color where they touched. Faint outlines of mountains surrounded the small clearing and the cool breeze nipped at your skin.
“What do we do now?” You asked Cas.
He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you. “You are cold.”
“I’m fine.” You dismissed him. “What should we do now?”
Cas shrugged off his trench coat and draped it across your shoulders. “Is that better?”
“Much.” You gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
“Good.” He nodded before regaining his serious, rigid posture. “I think we should wait for my brother here. When he senses us, he will come back.”
“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You jumped at Lucifer’s voice. Cas pushed you behind him, shielding you from his view.
“Lucifer.” Cas said, monotonous. “We need to talk.”
“Sure thing, little brother. I’ll talk to Y/N.” Lucifer winked.
You placed your hand on Cas’ forearm, gently pushing him to the side. As soon as he saw the reassuring smile on your face, he stepped aside and held onto your hand.
“I will be right here, Y/N.” Cas whispered.
“Y/N,” Lucifer smiled at you, extending his arms out. “Miss me?”
“Go back to hell.” You snapped.
“I thought we were friends.” Lucifer wiped a fake tear from his eye.
“You pulled me in the cage with you,” You scowled at him. “That’s so rude!”
“I was bored.” He whined.
“Maybe if you were nice to Adam, he would’ve talked to you.” You crossed your arms.
“Hug it out?” Lucifer asked, walking towards you.
“No.” Cas held your hand tighter. “Do not touch, Y/N.”
“Get out of the way, little brother.” Lucifer warned.
“No.” Cas stepped closer to you.
“Cas,” You turned to face him. “I’ll be alright, but this isn’t going to work. Go back and help Sam and Dean, maybe Crowley will even join too.”
“I will not leave you with him again.” Cas shook his head.
“I’ll be alright.” You let go of his hand. “Now go.”
Cas looked angry, but nonetheless nodded his head slightly and disappeared.
“Do you have everyone wrapped around your finger?” Lucifer looked amused.
“I’m not going to let him get hurt because of me.” You looked at the devil annoyed.
“Now what do you want in exchange for not starting the apocalypse.”
“What no sweet talk first?” Lucifer winked. “I was hoping to get to know you better.”
“Well, we can’t have everything we want.” You sighed.
Lucifer tapped your nose.
“That’s my little firecracker.”
“What do you want?” You asked, once again.
“You really want to stop the apocalypse?” Lucifer asked.
You sighed and nodded in reply, knowing that it would come at a price. He placed his hands on your waist. “Sweet talk me.”
You smirked. “Chocolate, cookies, red velvet cake-”
Lucifer laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, what am I going to do with you?”
“Give me what I want.” You suggested.
“Well,” He mimicked you. “We can’t have everything we want.”
“Fine.” You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your hands over your chest. “What’s it going to take?”
Lucifer thought about it for a moment. “Go on a date with me tonight. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.” He confirmed.
“Alright,” You nodded apprehensively. “One date.”
He smiled at you, flashing you his pearly whites and extended his hand towards you. “Come on, I’ll drop you back off.”
You took his hand and gave him the address. In an instant, you were standing in the middle of the library at the bunker.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Lucifer winked and disappeared.
“What the hell was that?” Dean asked, dropping the books in his hand.
You sat at the table. “Give me the whiskey.”
“I didn’t think you drank.” Sam looked confused.
You looked at him. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“What happened, Y/N?” Cas asked you.
“He gave me the terms and I took them.” You shrugged.
“You shouldn’t have agreed!” Dean yelled. “Making deals with the devil never ends well.”
“I’m not going to let him start the apocalypse again.” You yelled back.
“What do you have to do?” Sam asked.
“I have to go on a date with him.” You sighed.
“What?” Cas asked, clenching his fists.
“When?” Dean asked.
“Tonight.” You pressed the bottle to your lips.
Sam took the bottle away from you. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be drunk.”
You looked up at him and nodded. “Probably for the best.”
Summary: Wheein has found her muse and hearts on paper may just be what you need or the one where Wheein was secretly inlove with you while Hwasa was a barista, Moonbyul was an art professor, and Solar was her model/girlfriend.
You were there again, pouring over books almost as thick as Hwasa’s thighs and Wheein was running out of space on her napkin.
She cursed herself. She should have brought her sketchbook, but like an idiot she left it over in her apartment, a long walk away. If she left, you would have been long gone by the time she returned. She should have known better–inspiration rarely came so quickly or naturally but she should have been prepared. Wheein didn’t know your name but she knew that you were a fellow student. She knew that she would see you around. She didn’t the professor was going to accept a portfolio crammed with napkin drawings either. Wheein supposed she could always copy them to paper later, but she knew they wouldn’t be as fresh or inspired.
Imagine Hikaru giving you the silent treatment because he doesn’t like that you’re spending more time with a friend than with him.
“Really Hikaru? You’re gonna give me the silent treatment?” You said.
He didn’t answer, he simply drank his already finished drink. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, God he can be really stubborn.
“Look I’m sorry I’ve been spending more time with Jean but I haven’t seen him in like a year,” You explained…Silence, of course. Sighing you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and leaned against him. “I’ll make it up to you okay? We can do whatever you want tomorrow, sound fair?”
He thought about it for a moment before giving in. “Anything I want right?”
“Anything,” You replied without hesitating, though maybe you should’ve said almost anything.
He agreed to your deal and you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before untangling yourself from him. You returned to seat and laced right hand with his left hand.
I’ve been a little slow at updating it, but I’ve finally finished a wonderful amount of interesting fics. There’s multiple OTPs I’ve added into the lot (not just Yoonmin like usual, lmao). If you want the fic rec if you’ve never seen it before (here) but if you just want the ones I’ve recently added, click the cut! :’) happy reading.
“So how’s the girl doing?” Hap nodded once then shrugged. “She’s holding on. I don’t seem to be any help.” “Why you say that?” “I don’t know how to help her. She’s needs a type of comfort that I ain’t the one to give. Crying and emotions aren’t my thing. I know Kozik’s rolling in his grave but this girls about to make me give up on her.”
The Scotsman nodded and drank from his beer as Happy did the same. Both men continued to stare forward from their seats at the bar, both thinking about what Hap had said and knowing it was a lie. Chibs knew well enough that Hap would never walk out on you. He also knew that Happy’s biggest fear was being helpless and that was exactly how he was feeling. He was upset at himself, not you.
You’d been in Charming going on 3 weeks and it was obvious that things were not looking up any for you. You’d gotten more secluded, rarely coming to the clubhouse and leaving within an hour whenever you did come. It wasn’t anything personal against the SAMCRO guys and they knew that you were just trying to get used to too much at once. You missed Kozik. You missed Tacoma. You missed the Sons over there that were your family. You knew the guys here would treat you like family as well but it wasn’t the same. You barely knew anyones name and had interacted with even less. They left you alone for the most part, a simple smile or soothing hand on the back here and there to show you that they were there for you. The only one that refused to leave you alone was Happy. You didn’t mind that as much as you knew him and were comfortable but lately the two of you had been hitting sort of a wall.
It seemed like Happy was expecting you to just get over Kozik and move on and your inability to do so was seeming to bother him. Your coping mechanism lately was just to be rude and it had seemed to be working. You knew it wasn’t the right way to handle things but you needed your space and no one would give it to you unless you were a bitch. Due to your attitude, Happy’s patience had been rather short with you lately and last night had ended with him raising his voice at you, asking you what you wanted from him and you throwing a plate at him, telling him to fuck off. He’d done as you asked, leaving with the slam of your front door and you’d cried yourself to sleep with a bottle of booze for the thousandth time since you’d been here.
“Maybe you should just ask her what she wants. Ask her what she needs to feel better. Then you give it to her.” Happy said nothing, just continued to drink and Chibs continued to talk, knowing he was onto something. “The girls broken. You need to be patient. She lost her man, got moved with people she doesn’t know and is stuck being unhappy. The only person she’s got is you. You can’t be giving up on her. Not now.” Hap looked over at his brother, knowing he was right. “Just talk to the lass. Be gentle. Go to her. Now.”
“Y/N?” You slowly raised your head up off the bed, trying to find the voice. “Yeah?” Hap’s eyebrows furrowed at the sound of your raspy, confused voice. He followed your voice into your bedroom where found you face down, half empty bottle of Patron on the bed beside you. He swallowed and tried to push down the guilt of knowing he had pushed you to drink. The last couple days you stayed away from alcohol entirely but leave it to him to set you back. Hap sent up a silent apology to his brother and walked towards you, sitting in the bed beside you.
“How you feeling?” “I have a headache.” Happy winced and looked down. “Listen uh, I thought that I…last night was a little…I’m uh, sorry. I’m sorry. For yelling at you and making you do, this.” Hap motioned to the bottle after spitting out his apology and you nodded. “It’s ok. I’m sorry too. I’ve been difficult and a royal bitch lately, I know. Things are just,” Hap looked away from you as your voice cracked and your eyes began to fill with tears. His immediate reaction was to get up leave but what Chibs had said to him earlier kept repeating in his head. “Do…do you want me to like, hold you?”
You hiccuped and nodded. “Please?” Hap nodded and took off his shoes and cut, climbing into the bed beside you. He wrapped the blanket around you, half to keep you warm and half to form a barrier. You were still Kozik’s girl, whether he was here or not, and he wasn’t going to be pressed up against you. He rested his head against the pillow and awkwardly held out is arm, waiting for you to come to him.
You did, resting your head on his chest and cuddling up into his side. His arm came down and held you, his hand hovering careful not to touch you anywhere inappropriate. Finally it settled in the middle of your back and held you to him. In no time, he felt your breathing slow and you were back to sleep already. Happy stayed awak though, staring at the ceiling wondering when you would be happy again and why this felt so good.