good lord i need to sleep

How much SJM writes

This is no way hate on ASOIAF (I read the first two books and enjoyed them), but they’re of comparable length to Sarah’s books (and the only other really thick books I’m familiar with). (Meaning acomaf, acowar, eos, qos,  tod)

A Game of Thrones came out in 1996 at 850 pages (so yes, longer than Sarah’s books). Two years later, 750 page sequel. Two more years, 1200 pages. Five years later (2005), 1100 pages. Six years after that, 2011, 1100 pages. Another six years and the sixth book isn’t out yet.

Substantial books. Obviously, GoT is one of the biggest names in TV at the moment because everyone follows it. Similarly, ToG is one of the biggest YA series at the moment.

[I’m not including ACOTAR in this, only QOS and beyond]

QOS-2015-650 pages





Now, to average those by publication time and pages etc

{sum of all the pages}/{years from first to most recent publication}

ASOIAF: 5000/15 = 333 pgs/yr

TOG: 3400/3 = 1133 pgs/yr

Now, these numbers feature rounding and aren’t uber precise but it’s an approximation. And maybe this can be critiqued because I picked GRRM who is notorious for being a slow writer.

But I’m not nitpicking that. Wyrd knows I hardly ever finish a fanfic and if I write a thousand words a day once a month I feel like queen of the world. My point isn’t to insult GRRM. 

My point is that SJM is writing a metric ton of words and pages every year. She also goes on tour for each book, and as we recently learned, has had her whole world turned upside down with her father. 

We’re spoiled. Most authors turn out a book a year, MAYBE two, or maybe every year and a half. And most of those books (at least the series I’m familiar with) are maybe half as long as ACOWAR. 

Again, this isn’t a critique of other authors. I write slow, lots of people do, and it’s not a crime.

But good lord cut the woman some slack. She’s a HUMAN not a word generator. Not an AI that can function without sleep/food/rest/emotions. An author is a person first. She has a family, friends, etc, and (some) people act like she should be shamed for being a bad author for needing an extra sixth months to not die of overworking herself.

Honestly, I don’t care if this is dramatic. Just… just be kind to people. Be patient. And think how much better they’ll be when the books aren’t rushed to high heaven.

Thoughts while reading Acowar.

Mind the swearing and spoilers kids.

-2 years before the wall? Wait is this like a baby bat Rhys POV?
-oh God this field isn’t a nice place. Kinda like it tho.
- omfg 6 High Fae… 6, to defeat one Illyrian… damn.
- Rhys is so protective if his brothers it’s killing me.
-Yes Feyre, burn this shit.
-Already thinking about that wingspan Feyre? Can’t blame ya.
- Ugh Tamlin no can you not enter this moment just yet. Ugh Lucian I’m fucking watching you.
-Oh for Fuck sake I gotta read about Ianthe soon to?
-ugh I just want some smut and it’s only page nine.
-Feyre you can roll your eyes. God knows I am.
- Oh hey Ianthe, go Fuck yourself Ianthe.
-You definitely revived something from Rhys hands Feyre, but it was far more pleasurable than torture.
-Lucian I won’t ship you and Elaine. But please, for the love of God, kill Ianthe.
-Oh hell fucking ni, Jurian, go fucking Fuck yourself and stay the Fuck away.
-Oh snap, Nesta and Elaine already so powerful they can drain the cauldron.
-Oh snap, Feyre laying down these facts. Also that’s how I spell Miryaim’s name.
-Feyre you savage.
-Jurian, talk about Elaine like that again and I will kill you.
-Oh Fuck off Ianthe, I’ve read enough of you.
-Okay Lucian, my heart is softening towards you.
-God I missed you Alis.
-Damn summer solstice is giving me goosebumps.
-Rhys you are giving me life.
-Uh Oh, Tamlin’s getting jealous of friendship.
-Ahhh Feyre you also cringing about Elaine being fucked by a fire blooded male?? Let me introduce to Azriel. He’s far better in my opinion.
-All these painting titles… we’re they like, working title for Acowar.
-Rhysand you get that tongue to work.
-Also Tam you prick.
-God Alis, my bae.
-Feyre slit her throat.
-Yes Feyre Fuck this bitch up.
-Oh these twins. Can you fucking not.
- Go Lucian Go.
-Bring on Part Two.
-“He can get in line,” Feyre getting a list of people who wanna kill her to rivals Aelins.
-Oh for Fuck sake, everything was going so well, until Lucian’s brothers showed up.
-“There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” bitch excuse me.
-Cassian you melt my stone cold heart.
-Mor my darling.
-Amren, boo. Hru?
-Lucian being called a girl, I’m dying
-“Go find somewhere else to be,” I know what that means.
-The smut was worth it.
-Oh I missed the banter of my baby bats.
-And Rhys’ swearing begins.
-Cassian sunning his wings. I wonder if a certain Nesta sees.
-Cassian trying to be chill around Nesta is my new aesthetic.
-Nesta reads romance. Hell Yes.
-“You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.” Trying to foreshadow something there Cassian? I Ship.
-No is mentioning the sorrow and longing in Cassian eyes, Feyre, for the same reason no one mentioned it when Rhys looked at you all those months ago.
-Reading about Elaine is painful.
-I’m relating to Elaine and all those open curtains too much… shit.
-Cassian you’re to precious.
-I missed the Amren/Cassian banter so much.
-Shit Mor is getting pissed.
-Feyre keeps calling Rhys mate and I’m feeling bad for the Australian readers.
-“Because I can’t stay away” well Fuck me if they ain’t mates.
-Nesta looking as Cassian like he’s the only one in the room.
-Damn right there was a reason Lucian wore a fox mask.
-Idk what to write but the nessian at pg.203. gahhhhhhh.
-“Surely Nesta wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle,” omfg Feyre, it’s hilarious of you to think that.
-Feyre were you not there for Acomaf. He was very clearly, cocky then.
-Library sex? I’m in.
-oh, so no library sex.
-To the Bone Carver we go. RIP.
-Oh so, the Carver, and the Wearer are- I’d be shocked only I read that spoiler.
-Oh so the Carver is a mirror type of perosn? What even is a mirror person? Is it his kink?
-Oh Nesta having death powers.
-Feyre constantly calling Rhys mate tho.
-Tbh all I wanna know is who or what the carver appeared to Cassian.
-Everyone in this book be complementing Rhys good taste.
-Ah Az and Elaine be starting. Az be carrying his ship.
-Poor Cassian. Nesta will come around, I promise, I read the spoiler.
-You know, I wrote a fanfiction about Az and Elaine in a garden and her calling his scars pretty. They kissed in it.
-“Azriel isn’t the ravishing type,” Rhys you should read the fanfic I wrote about him. He loves to ravish.
-omg Cassian calming Nesta- ugh how many more pages until this kiss?
-Az, sunning your wings for Elaine? How scandalous.
-“Why not make them mates?” Feyre babe I’m asking the same question.
-FEYRE YOU SHIP ELRIEL TOO? Oh sweetie I love you more than Cassian rn.
-Rhysand, let Feyre play matchmaker.
-I was about to bash Kier for insulting Az, but Az got this shit.
-Oh not this fucking Eris bitch again.
-Rhys the Fuck you playing at?
-Okay, ngl I know Mor is gay but those Eris know? Ffs.
-Okay everyone is fighting and I’m more intrigued than I should be.
-D'as Nessian.
-Double d'aw Elriel.
-Pg.303 and back to sassy Az.
-Sassy Az KS giving me life.
-It was at page 306 that I realised I was in love with Az.
-Nephelle’s be giving me goosebumps.
-Yes bathtub scent with Rhys.
-Oh it’s actually a massage scene? I’m in.
-Feyre are you trying to start a war? Cassian flying with Nesta. Dammit who am I kidding I wanna see that.
-Yes Az, help Elaine in the garden. I am sailing this ship.
-Nesta watching Cassian lick his fingers and I’m like, now imagine that kissing elsewhere.
-Nes? I ship.
-Some shit happening in the library.
-ohhhh so we finally reached the part where people wonder if Elaine is a seer.
-Yes Feyre, put Elaine’s riddles together.
-Okay that scene was intense but Nessian at the end was calming.
-“Amren on the hunt,” a novel by sjm.
-Damn Az, took you awhile but bravo, she’s a seer. God it couldn’t be any easier to love you.
-Lucian I swear to God if you die, looking for this sixth queen, I will kill you.
-Also where is my Suriel.
-Shit Alis don’t die.
-oh FFS, look, “king” of Hybren, old buddy. If you’d kindly fuck off. Only it’s late, I don’t need these plot twists.
-Look, “King,” I’d pay good money to see you try and take Feyre.
-Rhys if you could destroy my upcoming exams the way you did those ships, I’d be grateful.
-pg.379, more smut, hell yes.
-pg.381, Nesta all concerned.
-The amount of sex feysand are having. That wingspan must be truly impress you Feyre darling.
-So Cassian is terrible at complements.
-Ah yes boys, bringing up that wingspan again.
-This Nessian tho.
-“she threatened to freeze my balls off,” Kallias, Viviane, welcome to my heart.
-I’m in love with Viviane.
-God sake, Tamlin Fuck off.
-Tamlin, let me tell you, Rhys and Feyre have fucked so much I’m sure he could recount every noise she is capable of making.
-Fucking shut up Tamlin.
-Eris if you’d kindly shut the Fuck up too, it’d be a pleasure.
-Pg.438, Nesta, damn, *blows kisses.*
-nvm of 439, Go Feyre. Slay.
-Helion…. wait… look I can’t go around loving all these people. It makes me look like I have a heart.
-You know I’d be surprised at Lucian being a whole, some air of dawn court, but I already read that spoiler.
-Okay mor is gay why is- you know what, never mind, I give up.
-Oh. Oh Fuck.
-lol, I’m so tired, whenever I hear the wall mentioned all I can think of is humpty dumpty.
-“Don’t even start,” Nesta, sweetie, we’ve been shipping this since the last book.
-Part three here I come.
-btw this is still the same day for me. I’ve read up to part three in a few hours. It’s two in the morning. Never underestimate a fangirl deprived of her smut.
-Jurian just has to show up, doesn’t he.
-idk who I am to believe anymore.
-I wanna say Fuck this shit I’m out. But I am so in.
-So am I meant to trust Jurian or not.
-Damn Tarquin.
-Nessian will kill me quicker than these plot twists.
-Ayyy more shut, god I love you Sarah.
-Yes, the Suriel is coming into play bitches. I’d been surprised by what happens only I’ve seen this spoiler too.
-Okay first thing first, Ianthe please Fuck off Secondly rip Suriel 2K17.
-Cassian what happened. Nesta please. I know the ending and shit but tf happened.
-Feyre be joining up these dots about which way Mor floats.
-This, Varian, Amren thing, yeah I’d like another five books of it.
-Awww, Az, you’re to sweet and selfless.
-I’m so tired IDK how to feel anymore.
-Oh greatttt, Feyre got hit with an arrow. Any more plot twists.
-Wait Tamlin? Fuck, ugh.
-d'aw, Elaine kissed his cheek.
-it’s four in the morning. I have less than one hundred pages left.
-Fucking hell Elaine stab them bastard.
-Also Nessian hell yes.
-Also…wait what’s happening.
-Rhysand you fucking bastard it’s five in the morning don’t do this to me. I know you live god dammit don’t fucking do this.
-oh thank fuck that’s all settled.
-This book. These plot twists. These ships. It’s all so heart wrenching and shit.
-Wait is she flying over Velaris in her lingerie.
-Fuck it’s half five in the morning. I read this book in under 24 hours. I need to sleep.
*hours later*
-omfg I need to read this shit again. It was so good. The High Lords, the banter, the near death experiences. The romance. The sass. Sarah you queen.
-if the at least the novellas don’t have nessian or Elriel tho I may be tempted to cry.

And that, my friends, is a snippet of the roller coaster if thoughts and emotions I went through. I was too tired to cry during it but my heart was successfully ripped out a few times.

do you ever think a lot about how shiro and allura have adopted four kids and two of them are keith and lance

  • allura had a big part in them getting together, because both of these boys would come to her for advice and confess to her and she would use this info for Evil
    • lance: “what do you think keith would like for a present? just something small not too obvious you know? like a chill present. like a bro present.”
    • allura: “a little bird may have told me keith has a passing interest in agmalias” (flowers)
      • keith, twenty minutes earlier: “holy shit allura these flowers are the same color as lance’s eyes i’m losing my mind?? look at them??? I love this boy oh wow.”
  • shiro loves the two boys to death but good lord they need to work on their pda
    • he’ll round a corner in the castle and there’s keith and lance, making out on the floor.
    • shiro: “guys, really? out here?”
    • lance tears himself away, smiling like an evil little imp. “well we already ruined your bed so…”
    • shiro just wants sleep. Help him. 
  • keith and lance’ll get into competitions and get intense super quick and usually end up breaking something.
    • shiro: “allura, your kids punctured the thermal oscillator again.”
    • allura: “how come when they wreck something they’re “my kids” but when lance makes a fancy shot he’s “your son””
    • shiro’s already running away  “I don’t make the rules sorry love you bye”
      • allura also just assumes that shiro’s talking about keith and lance
  • whenever the boys want to take a pod to go on a date (lions are too conspicuous) they always ask allura first
    • lance and keith pass by shiro’s door, giggling and arm in arm, and shiro’s Shenanigans radar pings
    • shiro: “boys? where are you going this late?”
    • lance: “allura said we could take a pod. keith’s taking me to a meteor shower. we’re probably gonna make out and it’s gonna be super hot.”
    • keith: “lance”
    • shiro is just. Tired. “did anyone think to ask me? we have training. what if I say it isn’t okay?”
    • keith and lance stare at him blankly, not computing: “no it’s fine if you don’t want us to go, allura said it was okay.”

bearlennox  asked:

Hi there, if you still accept request, I would like to request a HC when MC is wearing the lords'/ninjas' white kimono (not sure if it's called a kimono, usually used for sleeping one), like if in modern times is like wearing the boyfriend shirt thing (ʃƪ¬‿¬) Thanks in advanceand good day to you :"3

Re: the boyfriend shirt - I once read this book in which the lead female REALLY liked wearing her partner’s shirts. She used to wear her adopted father’s shirts too, so it was like a security blanket type thing for her? But the sizing wasn’t right for her and she was never quite happy with it, so their butler had some of the shirts resized (or got new ones in the same style??) and hung those in with the other clothes. He even had a system for knowing where to place those resized shirts so that she would be more likely to pick those over the regular ones. The lead male didn’t even know about this whole thing until he tried to put on one of the shirts and was like why the fuck doesn’t this fit

………..anyway so that’s the most extreme boyfriend shirt thing i’ve ever read in my life and now on to your request

MC wearing the boyfriend shirt

  • Slinky dresses aren’t comfortable for sleeping in, so Nobunaga lends her his college sweatshirt. It’s large and soft and comfy. She steals it and never brings it back. He orders more sweatshirts online so he can put her in one every time she comes over.
  • Somebody (MITSUHIDE!!) couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom, so her clothes have been abandoned somewhere near the apartment door. He wraps her in one of his pajama tops afterwards because he doesn’t believe in sleeping naked. What if she catches a cold?
  • Yukimura’s clothes are comfy and snuggly and all around amazing. She loves wearing them and makes all manner of excuses so that she can snag a shirt when she comes over. He’s completely oblivious and suggests that she leave some of her own clothes at his apartment.
  • After a while, Saizo buys some fancy female nightwear for her
    ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) she alternates between those and his shirts, depending on her mood and the occasion.
  • Masamune likes seeing her wear his clothes. It’s like proof that she’s his. It’s a little embarrassing that something so simple makes him feel so aroused and possessive, but it is what it is. She doesn’t seem to have figured it out, so he’ll keep it quiet.
  • She has seen the depths of Kojuro’s apartment. There is no way in hell she’s wearing his clothes.
  • She has been wearing Inuchiyo’s clothes from the time when they were just friends. It still turns him on, but he’s in denial about it. He’ll die before he tells her. (She already knows.)
  • Hideyoshi is perfectly happy to lend her clothes. He has good taste, so she starts raiding his closet regularly. Their friends aren’t sure who actually owns that hoodie. Is it his? Hers? Do they have two of the same thing? He likes to pretend to borrow her clothes as well. She plays along and takes joy in suggesting the most embarrassing things for him.
  • Kenshin feels more possessive than usual. The sight triggers his yandere side. He wants to go at it again.
  • Shingen is turned on and completely unashamed about it. She’s practically drowning in his shirt, the sleeves are falling off her shoulders, he’s getting an eyeful of cleavage…
Dangerous Woman (Part 5) 🌙

A/N: Oh my god, this turned out longer than I expected it to. All I can say is good luck and have a new set of panties ready. Have fun, you smutty babies.

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, heavy sex, bondage, blindfolds, orgasm denial, degradation, anal sex, asshole Chanyeol, daddy kink

Requested: No

Summary: (Y/N) might be addicted to someone. And that someone isn’t Luhan.

Word Count: 8237

Soundtrack: Criminal // Britney Spears

Originally posted by scartic

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | PART 5

When I finally come to my senses and pry my welded eyelids open, the first thing my brain registers is the dull throbbing of my jaw, followed by the fact that my entire body has stiffened to the point of no return.

I’m lying on my side, my cheek pressed against a soft surface. Upon moving my arms, I realize that my hands are bounded behind my back tightly, the coarse material of rope digging into the tender skin of my wrists. The same goes for my legs, my sneaker-clad feet tied together and preventing me from squirming around too much.

That’s when the panic kicks in and I struggle to an upright position, bumping my head against the low ceiling. Now that I’m sitting up, I can see that I’m in a small car that seems to be racing a hundred miles per minute.

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Garden | Prince!Tom AU

Requested: Yes!! Hope you like it!
Rating: PG
Summary: Tom and you are both royalty, but when you get the opportunity to become friends without the pretense of being royal, you find that the two of you just might be perfect for each other.


The day the two of you met, it was on a train back to Tom’s home town, he had been assigned a seat across from yours, and the two of you agreed to put your feet up next to the other on the seats for comfort, it was a long ride from your home town to his.

During one of the longest train rides of your life, Tom managed to make it feel short, the two of you discussed sports and music and art and literature, your families, your dreams and your pets.

During this time, you managed not to reveal to Tom that your full name began with the title “princess” and little did you know, he spent the entire ride praying that his own team of royal body guards wouldn’t interrupt your conversation.

The two of you had swapped addresses by the end, hoping to be able to send letters or visit each other if you were lucky. You had failed to mention that you were going to a royal ball later in the week, and that the entire time you were supposed to seduce some prince. You couldn’t help but hate the concept, it was just synthetic romance to attempt to bring your kingdom and another together to increase revenue, power and influence.

When you got to your hotel there was a short letter waiting for you at the front desk in the lobby, it was given to you by a very star-struck looking counter-person and you opened it the moment you got into your room.

“YN”, it read.
“I hope you know that you left quite the impression today, (the very best possible, of course) and that I would hate to not see you again while were staying in the same city. Maybe you’d like to meet me tonight? I’ll wait in the hotel gardens tonight for you at midnight, if you can come I’d love to see you,
The hand writing showed clear signs of an impressive amount of training, but it was more personal than traditional cursive lettering and you traced over the letters with your finger, heart racing. After spending so many hours in the cramped space of the train with Tom, you could barely try and convince yourself that you weren’t developing a crush.

This wasn’t right, you were supposed to go to the ball in two nights and fall head over heels for some snobby, disgusting prince and convince him to marry you as a political tactic. The two of you would have a large, very public wedding, and have children- more specifically a son, to carry on the family name and that was it, that was your entire future.
You loathed it. The entire plan felt slimy and repulsive to you.

And yet you hadn’t found the right way to resist it, you found yourself swept along in everyone’s plans for your life with no realistic way out. You decided to spend your time now focusing on the new boy in your life, rather than worrying about things that felt out of your control.

That night, you creeped past the excessive security measures placed in and around your room after pulling on a dress you figured was appropriate for the occasion, it was simple, but it flattered you while still having a flowing quality about it.

You ran down the stairs of the hotel, not wanting to be seen by the elevator attendant. You ran down the stairs and to the back door of the hotel you knew led to the gardens, trying to avoid any potential roadblocks in your plan.

You pushed the wooden door open slightly, trying to catch your breath before you began to look for the boy you’d met on the train. You looked at the tall clock tower in the center of the garden and knew you had made it exactly on time.
Tom stood up, hearing the door close, and made his way out from behind a large fountain, a bench circling it all the way around.

“YN?” He called quietly, unsure of his own voice in the night, the only sources of light were the moon and the small lamps that outlined the brick pathway that curved throughout the garden.

“Tom?” You replied back, more sure of yourself than ever after hearing his voice calling your name. You closed the door behind you and looked up to see his smiling face looking at your own.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented, you tried to act more confident in yourself than you felt. “You look pretty damn good yourself,” you replied, and Tom offered his arm to you, you accepted and the two of you walked slowly throughout the garden, talking about the plants you liked and your preferences between the moon and the sun.

Finally, the two of you found yourselves sat serenely on the bench that circled the large fountain. You knew it’d been a while since you had snuck out of your room, but the last thing you wanted to do was leave Tom’s side, the two of you leaning on each other.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” you admitted. “Me too,” he replied simply.

“I feel like my life is smothering me,” you confessed and Tom turned to look at you. “Am I allowed to say ‘me too’ again?” The two of you shared a slight laugh and mostly enjoyed the quiet of the evening, the noise of crickets and flowing water acting as music.

The two of you talked about your lives without managing to get too specific, the clock struck 3 and you began to struggle more and more to keep your eyes open.

“Let me walk you up to your room,” Tom offered, looking just as tired as you.

You nodded, not feeling like resisting, you were too tired. Tom grabbed your hand gently, your fingers intertwining easier than you expected. The two of you quietly ran to your room up the stairs and when you finally motioned to a familiar door and said “this is mine,” you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you wouldn’t see Tom again all night. He leaned in slowly, trying to gauge your reaction before kissing you on the cheek. “Goodnight, love,” he smiled, beginning to turn away when you reached out for his arm, your fingers brushing the sleeve of his pale blue button down shirt. “Tomorrow night, same time, same place?” You inquired bravely. Tom turned back to view you, his face glowing with joy at your offer. “I would be honored,” he said, and you couldn’t help but watch him quickly descend back down the stairs the way you had come, absolutely charmed by him.

The twoxof you met at the same time in the garden, feeling even more close to eachother than ever.

“My parents expect me to get married soon,” you said after Tom leaned in to kiss you. The two of you had been talking for several hours now and although you wanted nothing more than to kiss the beautiful boy, you felt weighted down by obligation to your parents and your kingdom.

“So do mine,” he said, and at this, the two of you leaned in at the same time and sharing a soft kiss.

Both of you broke away with smiles that reached your eyes and made your cheeks hurt from holding the position for so long.

Once again, Tom walked you back to your room, this time, the two of you shared another kiss outside your door and you looked at him carefully after pulling away. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” you said, “meeting m’ parents,” Tom nodded slowly, absorbing your message. “So ’m I,” he replied ruefully.

“I’m glad we met, I want to see you again,” you found yourself wrapping your arms around Tom before you’d even processed that you wished to do so. His arms circled your waist tightly and both of you were reluctant to leave each other.

When you entered your room, you felt like crying at the thought of being with anyone besides Tom, even if it didn’t bring your kingdom prosperity and influence. You knew that you had been born for that very purpose, but you couldn’t help but want to take your life into your own hands.

You didn’t.
Tom had gone downstairs to the very next floor and paced in his room for much longer than he should have, trying to think of a way to run away with you.

He would rather marry you, some smart, funny, beautiful girl he’d only known for two days, than some stuck up, spoiled, heartless princess that he met at the ball his parents were throwing for the sole purpose of finding him a wife.

He had tried to tell them, the King and Queen of the kingdom, that the idea was of the past, that this was the 19th century, after all, but they would hear none of it. As usual they only wished to hear him agree with their plans and then stay silent.

He felt trapped in his own life and he hated it, he had just convinced himself to go up to your room and call out softly to you, but by the time he had gone to open his door, he heard the loud rapping he knew was from one of his royal body guards. The sun had come up and he hadn’t even noticed.

The entire day he hardly ate or talked to anyone, not even his best friend, who drove him around in posh carriages everywhere he wanted to go, Harrison. His friend had tried to ask him what was wrong on the way back to his home in the castle, but Tom would barely speak at all, so eventually Harrison was forced to give up and focus solely on driving.

“He’s grumpy today, ain’t he?” He asked the horses that pulled the carriage teasingly, knowing Tom could hear him perfectly well, “maybe he needs a snack, or maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed-”

“I think I love somebody, Haz, god, okay? That’s why I can’t focus on anything, I don’t want to eat or sleep because I know I probably won’t see her again, and it definitely won’t be at one of these God-awful, demeaning balls my parents have forced me to attend!”

Tom exploded, the words flowed out of him like an initial burst of lava that he had tried to keep in.

Harrison was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “Good lord, mate, who-”

“Some girl from the train I took here from that damn conference meeting, she sat across from me and we talked and I gave her my hotel address to write to and my home address and turned out she stayed at the same hotel and we snuck out to talk to each other with no guards and when she kissed me? God, Haz, that’s the only thing I want to do anymore,” he said, slouching back into his seat after ranting, face covering his hands.

“So you’ve known a girl for two days-”

“Shut up, Haz, I already know she’s better than any of these princesses my parents will have invited for me to pick for marriage tonight,” Harrison just nodded, and before anything more could be said, Tom was whisked away by his security detail, now they were clad in the colors of the kingdom. Harrison subtly nodded goodbye as Tom looked back at his friend miserably, walking quickly towards the castle.


You woke up that morning in your hotel bed that seemed too large for just you. You’d had a dream about running away with him and you couldn’t shake the feeling you had in your dream of complete liberation.

You ate a quick breakfast brought to you by a room service attendant, and joined your body guards within your private car.

You completed the drive that lasted several hours to a large castle where your parents were already staying, hoping to befriend the royals of the castle where the ball would be held that night.

Stepping out of the car, you were pulled away by your hand maids to be bathed, styled, brushed, and pruned for the ball, your hair wound up too tightly to be comfortable and your face feeling cemented down by all the layers of powder pressed onto your skin.

You pleaded with your helpers not too make your dress too tight, but you found the corset being tied much tighter than you wished for anyway.

By the time you were in line at the main entrance of the ballroom with your parents, all you wanted to do was be near Tom again. Of course, he was your little secret, you couldn’t tell anyone in your life that you weren’t thrilled about the path you were set on for the future.

You were so involved in your thoughts that you barely remembered to look up and smile politely while bowing alongside your parents on the other side of the ballroom from where the prince sat between the two people you assumed were his parents.

You could barely stand to look at the prince, the entire object of tonight was to throw yourself harder at him than any of the other girls and you hated it.

You didn’t even notice, when the prince looked at you, his posture straightened, his head left the stabilizing hand that he’d rested on the side of his throne to better look at you from an upright angle.

He mumbled your name and couldn’t barely force himself to sit through the rest of the announcements.

Every other royal family from other parts of the globe standing at the top of a staircase on the opposite side of the room as him and his parents would bow as their names would call and carefully descend to the main area of the ballroom to politely clap for all of the next families. He kept his eyes on you, he was so glad he had recognized you beneath the facade you’d been put under, he was so shocked to see you here that he barely noticed that he was intensely staring at you, trying to wrap his mind around the possibility that you might be a princess.

“Her- there between her parents in that gold dress, who is she?” He whispered to his father, who looked around before noticing you and your family. “Oh, I’m not sure, son, that’s why we have announcements,” he teased.

Tom rolled his eyes slightly. He knew his parents were only in such a good mood because so far everything was going according to plan, their plan, that is.

He then turned to his mother to ask the same question, “oh, that’s the family from…” everything his mother said until your name fell from your lips. “And that’s their daughter, princess YN…” Tom wondered for a fraction of a second how a name that had come to mean so much to him could mean nearly nothing to his parents.

“A princess?” He asked slowly. “Yes, why do you ask?” He tried to think of an answer to his mothers question that wouldn’t make her start planning a wedding right here and right now.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to, as the announcer called for everyone to dance, and music began to loudly play. This was his cue, he’d had to practice it a billion times.

He stood up, bowed straight forward and smiled, scanning the room with his eyes as he descended the short stair case from where his throne sat. He tried to find you, but couldn’t, and he tried to ignore the sinking feeling of despair at the thought of having to participate in one of these events again without you.

He began to dance with far too many girls than he’d have liked too, they were lovely, sure, but they weren’t you. They were too ridged, with no finesse, without your smile and your hair and your skin and without the lips he wanted to kiss so badly that only you could possibly posses.


Your mother had grasped your hand slightly to get your attention as you stood to the side of the thrones.

“He’s watching you, YN, he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in, prince Thomas is very clearly taken with you-” the name had made your eyes turn to the line of thrones, your vision allowing you to take in the sight of the boy you’d met three days ago.

You held in a gasp in surprise, you’d had no idea that you’d already fallen for the prince that you were supposed to throw yourself at like a product. The thought of him participating in this made you feel uneasy, and when the dancing started you excused yourself to get some fresh air on the balcony.

All night Tom scanned around the room for you, and finally caught sight of your gorgeous dress outside on the balcony. He excused himself as quickly as possible and tried not to run to you.

“YN, or should I say, princess?” He addressed you with mixed emotions of joy and surprise.

Your rational side has tried to convince you that this was another example of what Tom had said made him feel trapped in his life, but a small, nagging voice in you felt troubled that you had to find out that he was a prince here and now, and that he was the object of everyone’s attention tonight.

“YN?” He questioned when you barely responded, still lost in your thoughts, his hand gently grazed your shoulder.

You nodded, turning to look at the boy, his hair slicked back and a look of concern on his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You inquired quietly.
“I could ask you the same, didn’t you just want a few hours where nobody expected you to be perfect?” Tom inquired back.

You sighed quietly and nodded, playing wit your fingers in your lap. “You look gorgeous, YN, I’ve been looking for you all night,”

“You have?” You’d figured he’d forgotten all about you when he began dancing with the other girls. You voiced this to him and he couldn’t hold back a laugh. “No, YN, I was just trying to be polite, my parents were watching,” he explained. “Trust me, I would much rather dance with you, and talk with you and,” he leaned in closer to your ear to ensure nobody would hear him but you. “I’m damn sure that you’re the only one here I want to kiss,”

You were smiling, now, and Tom sat down next to you on the bench, you smoothed down your skirt to make more room for him to sit close to you.

“YN, I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted. “I was up all night trying to figure out how we could both get out of this lifestyle, I can eat or think or rest, I can only sit around, miserable, because you’re not around,” he admitted and you found yourself back in the same exact position you’d been in at the park where you met the night before. His shoulder pressed to yours.

“I don’t have it any better, I dreamed about you,” you admitted sheepishly and Tom and you shared a laugh. “YN, do you think we could at least try to spend tonight together? I know it won’t be the same with everyone here but, I can’t just let you slip away through my fingers. You looked into his face and noted his sincerity.

"Of course we can,” and with that, he offered you his arm just as he had in the garden that night, and the two of you re-entered the warm, well-lit ball room. “I am so, so glad that you’re here,” you spoke softly to him as you danced the two of you had become the center of attention and neither of you had even noticed.

“Usually these things are completely awful, but with you here it’s almost, maybe a bit fun,” you said with a small laugh, and Tom grinned, “usually I’d be sitting back up there with my parents as they get more and more upset with me for not dancing with every girl here with money or power, this is a million times more enjoyable, believe me,” the two of you talked just as you had in the garden.

By the end of the night, the two of you had danced, and eaten so much that the only thing either of you felt like doing was resting. You retired to your bench and you found yourself with your head resting on his shoulder. Carriages had began to pull up, and royal families exited the castle in a slow moving procession. Your parents, as well as Tom’s had seen the two of you duck out and had figured that finally their children had hit it off with someone. They had all decided mutually to let the two of you spend the evening together, and had retired to the Royal sitting room. You and Tom talked the night away, falling asleep on the balcony floor watching the stars while holding each other closely.

When you woke up, there might be a million engagement rumors to deal with, but neither of you cared, all that mattered was that now, you had both found a chance to fall in love with somebody you had chosen, that would still benefit your kingdoms. Neither of you voiced your thoughts, but you both knew you were thinking it:

This was perfect.

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Pt. 6

Word Count: 2932


I wake up happy.

I wake up happy for what seems like the first time in … well, the first time.

My maids comment on my chipper mood as they prepare me for breakfast while I hum and tap my feet to a tune I learned awhile back.

Lynette seems concerned as she says, “My lady, why are you so … happy?” She’s never seen me have a reason to be happy.

But now I do. I have a reason to be happy. I have a friend who promised to protect me; I have a friend who let me fly through the stars. I can’t think of a reason to be miserable right now.

“I just … ” I pause as I realize I can’t tell them about what happened last night - or was it early this morning - not even Lynette can know. They would tell my father. They’d have to. “I just had a really good dream is all.”

They share skeptical looks; my dreams are never anywhere near pleasant - except for the few where I watch as a pair of calloused but soft hands draw and paint while humming to a tune that I don’t know - they’re normally always about my father, about those horrible claws.

“Well,” She gives me a swift once-over, approving of hers and the other ladies’ work. “you’re prepared for breakfast.”

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sober; jongin

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jongin x reader

word count: 1.4k of fluffy angst

“part 2″

You clock out of the nightclub at midnight There are patrons scattered about the dimly lighted place, but otherwise it’s more of a slow night. The three men that you had been serving sat at the bar, more or less gone from the amount of alcohol you’ve poured them. There’s a group of men seated in one of the booths, seemingly in a serious conversation. You think it might have something to do with the two older women that sits across the room, if their methodical system of taking turn in glancing at them was anything to go by.

“Better leave now, Red, before I make you stay the night with me,” Jaehyung threatens while buffing a tumbler glass.

Jaehyung and you rotate shifts, and tonight he’s on from now to closing at five. Most of the time, you work the first shift, opening at six and leaving at twelve. Your boss is more considerate than he looks, and he tries to make it a point to let you out before late– well, despite it being midnight, but it was a nightclub afterall.

“Yeah, not a chance, Jae. I have a paper to write, so unless you want to write it for me,” you trail off, prompting him to bite the bait. But he doesn’t, not when he has an acrimony towards education.

“Get out of here, you.”

You laugh. “Thanks for switching shifts with me. See you.”

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the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  Punch … Friday


Maggie was not pleased.

“I don’t need any help. I will be fine. I’ll scoot around on my backside and …”

Scully stopped her, “Mom, there is no Earthly or un-Earthly way you are going to be able to get up on a toilet, reach the toothpaste, eat anything other than the crackers you have on the bottom shelf of the pantry because if you try to cook, you’ll burn the house down.”

Charlie cut her off, “mom, it’s either Dana moves in or I do and do you really want your son helping you go to the bathroom. I mean, I will, no complaints but just think about it for a minute.”

“Charles …”

“Hey, even my full name isn’t going to change my mind. It’s her or me, take your pick.”

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Scientific Name: Aerodactylus kantoensis
Projected Natural Lifespan: Unknown
5 meters (16 feet)
59 kg (130 lbs)
Locality: Kanto (Pewter Formation), ~155 ma
Exhibit: The Hub

This rare animal comes from a far off land, the DNA of which we found (somewhat strangely) from a piece of Amber obtained by a scientist working in a local museum. Restored and cared for at our lab, our Aerodactyl is quite… odd. Grey with purple skin flaps, odd crests, and a tendency to fight other pterosaurs, we had to move it to its own personal exhibit.  

At Huxley
Our Aerodactyl, Flappy, is rambunctious. As previously mentioned he was moved to his own exhibit due to his… destructive habits. Some other interesting notes about him: His tackles can break walls, his breath is destructive, and he loves to chew on everything. 

Notable Behavior
Loves destruction and expending energy. Very friendly with its trainers and keepers.  Absolutely loves fruit. Likes to crawl in and sleep in enclosed spaces, specifically a ball shaped container our keepers gave it. 

Geneticist Notes
The small tail we found inside the amber contained DNA complete and ready to make, no modifications needed… It was very strange indeed. We don’t normally take DNA from things older than the Pleistocene, but the scientists insisted we do. 

Keeper Notes
Oh Good Lord Randal… Look, I’m just an intern. It’s April Fools day. My buddy (Randal) thought it would be funny to try to slip this past me as I type up drafts… Apparently this Isn’t a real species, an all elaborate joke that frankly I didn’t get. Thought y’all would enjoy.

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Hello! If you're accepting prompts: TentooxRose, I love yous whispered in the dark! ;)

Rose awoke suddenly when something pressed itself up against her. It was a body, long and thin, and it was curling around her and on top of her, pinning her. Half dazed with sleep, Rose thrashed out of the arms holding her down and she thrust her elbow back against the body that was half on top of her.

She heard a muffled whimpered, and suddenly the body was gone, and finally, finally her brain caught up. In a flash, the day’s memories came back to her, and she remembered that she hadn’t gone to bed alone that night.


“Yeah?” he said wearily, and Rose turned to see him lying stiffly on his back. One of his hands was massaging his ribs while the other was rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” she whispered. “Couldn’t remember where I was for a moment.”

“Yeah,” he said again, and his voice was quiet and tense.

“All right?” she asked.


Rose sighed. He did not sound all right at all.

“Come on,” Rose said, rolling over to where she had been. She blindly reached back for him, and when she found his arm, she tugged. “You were after a cuddle just now, right? Well come on. I promise I won’t elbow you this time.”

He snorted out a soft laugh through his nose, and his warm, lanky body suddenly pressed up against hers. She closed her eyes and relaxed back into him, sighing happily as he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her snugly against him.

“This feels nice,” he murmured into her ear.

Rose nodded in agreement, and she closed her eyes to go back to sleep.



He stayed quiet, and Rose tried not to feel frustrated, but all she wanted to do was sleep. She was warm and comfortable and in the arms of the man she loved. But something was obviously on his mind, bothering him, so she waited patiently.

“Are you happy here with me?” he finally asked, his voice small and nervous.

“What do you mean?” she asked, stiffening.

“Would you rather be with the other me?” he asked. “In the TARDIS?”

Rose stiffened, and the Doctor picked up on it.

“That’s not fair,” she said quietly.

“Right,” he said, his voice dull.

“Doctor, I love you,” she said fiercely, covering his hand with hers and giving it a squeeze. “I do. I really love you. And then you went and split yourself into two. I’m so confused and angry and I don’t know what to think. I thought that when I found you again, you and me would be back in the TARDIS, travelling the universe together. I never expected to come back here. I never expected any of this, really. It’s different and it’s strange, but that doesn’t mean I’m unhappy either. I’m just… I don’t know.”

“Do you believe me when I say I’m the Doctor?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I do,” she said firmly. “You’ll have to explain to me exactly what happened. But if you say you’re the Doctor, then you’re the Doctor. You’re my Doctor.”

A happy humming noise sounded in her ear, and Rose smiled despite herself. She felt his lips press against the side of her head, and she sighed and leaned back into his touch.

“I am your Doctor,” he murmured into her ear. “Completely yours, Rose Tyler. And I love you, too, by the way.”

Rose grinned into her pillow, letting the happiness she was feeling take over the jumbled mess of her other emotions.

“What happened after I aborted my regeneration is what’s called an instantaneous biological metacrisis and what that means is—”

“You know I love listening to you talk,” Rose interrupted. “But can we put off this conversation until morning? I’m so knackered.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” the Doctor said. “Quite right. You should get more sleep.”

“So should you,” Rose said through a yawn. “Human bodies need more sleep than Time Lord ones.”

“I noticed,” he said flatly.

“Does it feel very different?” Rose asked.

“Well, the only one heart thing is really weird,” he said. “I woke up thinking I’d been poisoned or something and one of my hearts wasn’t working. Then I remembered what happened. But otherwise, it’s all right, I guess. Nothing I can’t adapt to.”

“Good. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Rose murmured, leaning back against him as she found a comfortable position. “Night, Doctor.”

“Nighty night, Rose,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her ear. “I love you.”

“Love you,” she slurred, before she closed her eyes and fell back asleep.

ok but hear me out, in a pride and prejudice au, viktor is definitely mr. bingley. he has the lovesick expression down pat, okay, which mean that yuuri, sweet, beautiful yuuri IS JANE WHO IS SO FLUSTERED AND CAN’T ARTICULATE HIS FEELINGS VERY WELL


good lord i need this, but mostly i need to sleep

Holy Family Special!: Christmas With The Angels!

Hello~ I decided to write an special chapter for this Christmas! I hope you like it!

Supernatural and its characters don’t belong to me.

“So this house belonged to your grandpa” Gabe said.


“The one Luci killed.”

“Gabe, I didn’t revive you for this.”

“Right, it was an accident actually” he commented. “But just to be clear-

“Gabriel” Castiel cut him off.

I thanked Cass with a nod and he gave me a shy smile.

“Now,” I looked at Lucifer, who was sitting on a chair “you, move your ass and help me with the onions.”

“Me?” Lucifer put one hand on his chest and acted innocent.

“Yes, you!”

“Why not Cass? I know he’ll love to.”

“Because he didn’t try to kill me, now move.”

“I actually want to help” Cass spoke quietly.

“Okay” I sighed and smiled a bit. “Gabe.”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can you look after Mike? He’s been sleeping a lot since he got out of the cage and lost a lot of power…”

“Sure.” Gabe winked at me and left the kitchen.

“Why didn’t take me out of the cage too?” Lucifer asked and I hid a smile.

I could have heard a bit of jealousy in his voice.

“Because you always manage to get out by yourself, honey” I smirked and he pointed at me.

I started making dinner with Cass’ help. I laughed a bit at Castiel innocent comments and hummed some Christmas songs while we stayed in silence.

“This is boring” Luci finally spoke.

“Then go watch Tv with Balthy”

“You know what would be great? Having our powers back!” He stood up behind Castiel and I.

“Not in this house!”

“Then I leave!”

“You can’t” I sang. “If you’re so bored, then help us.”


Five seconds later


“Y/N, I’m bored…”

“Cass, can you pass me the oil?”

“Of course.”

“Y/N, pay attention to me.”

“You’ve sauce in your coat, let me clean it.”

“Y/N, listen to me. I’m bored.”

“I heard you, Luci.”

“Then play with me… Y/N… Y/N! Look what I did with the glasses! Hey! It’s a tower! A fucking tower I ’ll break if you don’t look at me now! …….. Y/N!”

“Oh my Dad!” I exhaled “Now I know why you were kicked from Heaven! ‘Daddy, I’m bored!’” I imitated him. “'Daddy, pat attention to me’, ‘Daddy, you wanna play a game?’ ‘Daddy!!!’”

“…I don’t speak like that” Lucifer murmured.

“You do.”

“And what about you?” Lucifer said. “'I’m a good girl, I can change the world and save everybody.’” he talked girly. “'Dad is the best dad of the world!’, ‘he’s very handsome! No more than Lucifer, but…’”

“I’ve never said that!” I turned to see him and he was smirking at me.

“Now you’re paying me attention!” He got close. “You know all this is stupid, right? It’s a fucking joke! If we had had our powers, we would have killed each other! We are not this kind of-

“Of what?” I asked. “Family? Well, sir, I don’t think so! Even if we’re different, all of us, we ARE family! And old and wise man said Family don’t end with blood! He’s right! We’re a dysfunctional and weird family! And you like it or not, this is my way of getting on well; having dinner together, a beautiful and bright Christmas dinner!” I looked at Castiel, who was watching me in silence. “Sorry… I know we’re not exactly a happy family; we all had our moments… Lucifer tried to kill me… First time I met Gabe he threw me a shark…”

“I tried to kill you… twice” Balthazar spoke from the frame door of the living room.

“That too” I said sarcastically. “But… I really want-

“Mike is awake!” Gabe announced while he and Michael entered in the kitchen.

Michael walked to Lucifer and punched him right in his face. Everybody let out an “Ouh!”, and more than one was smiling.

“Michael!” I stopped him and took his face between my hands. “Calm down.”

“Hey” he finally said.

“Hi” I smiled and Michael hugged me. “O-Okay, this is nice. Now, go to the dining room, I’ll be here… And please don’t kill each other…”

“We can’t promise anything” Balthazar left with the other while I started mashing the potatoes.

I realized I forgot the milk so I turned to the fridge. However, someone grabbed my arm and handed me the milk. I looked up with a smile thinking that it was Cass, but I found Lucifer’s eyes.

“Thanks” I said hesitantly. “Are you playing soft now we’re alone?”

“Why did you revive Gabriel?” he avoided my question.

“Because…” I locked my eyes on the dish. “Because dad left and I felt lonely” I answered without looking at him. “And I don’t know… Gabe was really close to me.”

“You got me” he joked.

I didn’t respond; I just smiled a bit. Was he jealous? Or just curious? I really wondered what was going on in his mind. He never was the jealous type, he always annoyed me with questions and embarrassed me every time he could… especially when there were people around.

“What about Balthazar?” Lucifer snapped me to reality.

“I don’t know…”

“Why not Raphael?”

“I don’t know!” I finally looked at his motionless face.

“Zachariah? The others?”

“I don’t know why!” I realized he was trying to make me feel bad, and he succeeded. “I don’t know how to control my emotions, okay? I guess I have faith in you!”

“You have…faith in me?” he asked, almost whispered.

“Yes” I answered shyly.

“You little lamb, you shouldn’t” Lucifer smiled.

“Then why didn’t you kill me yet?” I asked. “Are you waiting my thirty third birthday?”

He laughed at my stupid joke and stayed silent for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every movement I did while his mind trying to find an answer to my question.

During dinner, I sat in the middle; Michael sat on the right chair and Lucifer on the left one. Cass, Gabe and Balthy sat opposite.

“Stop kicking me… Y/N, Lucifer is kicking me.”

“Balthazar, Lucifer is not kicking you.”

“Then who is?!”


“You’re a party pooper.”

“This turkey tastes funny.”

“Then don’t eat it, Luci.”

“I think it’s really good!”

“Awe, thanks, Cass!”

“Can I punch Lucifer again?”

“No, Mike.”

“You don’t understand!”


“The things he made me do in the cage!”

“Becoming friends wasn’t one of them…”

“I’m not kidding, Y/N!”

“Michael, calm down!”

“Yes, calm down, big bro!” Lucifer hugged me.

“Don’t touch her!” Everybody shouted.

“Wow” I said. “Guys, can we just have dinner, I promise I leave you alone! I just… I just wanted us to be together, having fun and… being happy at least for a moment…”

Nobody answered.

“The onions are fabulous, Cass” Gabe spoke and I smiled.

“Thanks!” Castiel looked at me proudly.

“Good boy” I muttered.

“I supervised” Lucifer joked.

“Yeah, you did!”

“I looked after Michael!”

“You poked at me until I woke up, Gabriel.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“You slapped my ass!”

“I would have done the same” Lucifer commented.

“Me too” I said.

“I guess me too” Cass added.


“You’d have done it too, Balthazar, don’t deny it.”


I laughed along Gabriel and the others joined us. We talked for a long time and after dessert we decided to watch TV.

“I heard there’s a Dr. Sexy, M.D marathon” Gabriel sat on an armchair and took the remote control.

I sat on the couch and rested my head on Castiel’s shoulder. I felt warm, like home… I didn’t even hear what Balthazar and Gabriel were talking about; I simply couldn’t stop feeling happy. I sighed and hugged Castiel’s waist.

“It wasn’t that bad, uh?” Castiel told me. I nodded. “The spell thing was a good idea.”


“We should’ve invited Dean and Sam.”

“Yes, they’re family, too.”

“Maybe next time.”

“I love you, guys” I yawned.

“We love you, too” Balthazar spoke sincerely and my heart melted.

“I guess we should get going” Gabe stood up.

“You can stay if you want to” I said.

“It’s okay, baby girl” Gabe kissed my forehead. “You should rest… after removing the spell, of course!”

“I removed it like six hours ago,” I said “the trick was on you, trickster.”

“You got me” he joked.

“I actually knew it” Lucifer sat next to me.

“Really?” I looked at him and he shrugged. “Then why did you stay?”


“Alright” Balthazar stood up too and walked to me. “Sweet dreams” he winked at me and disappeared.

“I should go too, in case Dean needs me.”

“Run to your boyfriend” Lucifer joked and I hit him on his shoulder.

“Good night, Cass.”

“Good night.”

Cass left and Michael just went to sleep. Good Lord, that guy was devastated after some time in the cage. I wondered how Lucifer…

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“I killed you once, Gabriel” Lucifer smirked. “Don’t threat me.”

“Call me if you need something” After kissing my cheek, Gabe vanished.

“We’re alone” Lucifer looked at me and I giggled.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“Christmas isn’t over. Besides, I have nothing more interesting to do…”

“Would you like some cocoa?”

“Just if you pay attention to me now.”

“It’s a… deal?”

“Oh, dear, you shouldn’t make deals with the devil.”

“I’m not bidding my soul, Luci” I joked and he barely smirked. “Right…?” He didn’t answer. “Right? Lucifer, stop smiling!” He smile went bigger. “Luficer!”


“Stop smiling! You’re scaring me!”

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Paul says in Romans 14 that everything we do, if it does not come from faith, is sin. Let that sink in. Eating, breathing, sleeping, laughing, playing basketball, even reading your bible can be sin if it’s not done from faith. Literally everything. This goes for believers AND non believers. This is why Augustine said that even the virtues of unbelievers are sin. Yes even good things an unbeliever does is sinful. There is absolutely NO good apart from Jesus. If you don’t see the magnificent, savoring, beautiful desperate need for your heart to belong to Jesus then it’s possible what you’re doing is sin. Anyone can proclaim the faith. Anyone can say “ I believe in Jesus, he’s my lord ” but without the Holy Spirit you cannot say that and truly deeply feel the necessity and bow at the magnificence of Christ.

Christians we struggle with this. Day in and day out sometimes it’s hard to just savor all that Christ is. Sometimes we cloud our minds with all the worlds problems and forget to look to Jesus as our Lord over all of our lives. I pray we move from the fog and savor all that Jesus is. Be sanctified by Him.

A Jonsa drabble (of course, duh). A flash of inspiration thanks to the above. One shot modern AU fluff and I couldn’t resist. Sorry.


Don’t Tell (Her)

Sansa sighed loudly as she fell onto her bed in sheer exhaustion. She would take a shower after her nap. It had been a long shift and the four car pile up on the M51 motorway had sapped her of everything she had, when the victims came ushered in one after another. She had counted at least seven of them.

Seven survivors and none dead, she thought, thankfully.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, her ears registered a faint knock on her door. Sansa rolled her eyes, wishing she had her own place for the thousandth time.

“Come in.”

“Hi darling, I thought I heard you come home,” Catelyn sauntered in to greet her eldest daughter. Her bright blue eyes danced as she sat on Sansa’s bed. Sansa was exhausted beyond doubt but there was no need to brush off and dismiss her mother because of it. It was probably something she needed help with.

“So, your dad’s birthday is coming up and instead of the usual date night we always have, thought maybe we could plan something as a family. What do you think?”

Yeah, there it is.

“Right, of course, Mum. What do you have in mind?”

“Oh I don’t know love, maybe go for a short weekend getaway? Rent a ski chalet up north with the family? You’re so good at planning all these my darling, whatever you think I’m sure your dad would love it,” Catelyn suggested.

She was right. Sansa had a talent in organising family events and the most recent one was a luau for Rickon’s 12th birthday. Everything went perfectly as planned that day, even the weather cooperated. Sunny and warm, without a drop of rain. Sansa knew Rickon’s obsession with surfing wasn’t just a phase. It was one party to remember and it had earned her heaps of praise from everyone who attended. She stifled a giggle when she remembered the look on both her parent’s faces when he boldly announced his wish to be a professional surfer when he grew up. No doubt, the party anchored that dream firmly in him. Rickon with his sandy auburn hair and blue eyes would have no trouble looking the part.

“Did someone say ski chalet? Ooh can we go, can we go please?” a voice rang in excitedly as Arya who was looking for her mother, walked past her room and joined them.

Ugh. Great, leave the door open Mum, please, don’t bother ever shutting it. Ever.

“We’re going skiing everybody!” Arya bellowed, obviously trying to rally the rest. Sansa slumped back onto the headboard in defeat.

Yeah, okay call everyone in here please, how thrilling. Sleep, what sleep I don’t need sleep.

“What? Skiing? Really? When?” Bran’s head popped in seconds after. “Ricky! We’re going skiing!”

“Oh my god really? Good lord, of all freaking times..” Sansa sighed, waving her hands up in exasperation.

“Now, now, nothing’s been planned yet but I thought for Daddy’s birthday we’d do something together as a family. So I asked Sansa if she thought renting a ski chalet for the weekend would be a good idea,” Catelyn explained gently to her excited brood.

“Sansa, we have to go skiing, what’s there to think about? Get on it, will ya?” Arya demanded, plonking herself on Sansa’s bed, which suddenly felt very crowded.

Rickon and Bran leapt in and sat on the carpeted floor beside Sansa’s bed. “Yeah, can we go please Sansa? Pretty please? We rarely ever go skiing with Mum and Dad. Please?” Rickon pressed his palms together in a mock prayer to Sansa, his earnest face scrunched up adorably. In spite of herself, Sansa chuckled, how could she say no to that face.

“What’s happening? Family meeting?” Robb’s voice greeted them as he entered the already stuffy bedroom.

“Sansa’s going to plan a birthday trip for Dad. We’re going skiing!” Rickon shared excitedly with Robb, who was now already leaning against the wall next to Sansa’s bed and the boys.

“ Is that right? So does Dad get to know or is this a surprise?” Robb asked, chuckling at his brothers’ enthusiastic nods.

“We should tell him, you know he doesn’t like surprises. Plus he’s the one who needs to drive us up there anyway. So would be better if he knows,” Sansa finally spoke amidst all the enthusiasm and excitement in the air. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Well then, I guess that settles it. So a skiing getaway it is. So, I leave it to you my dear, I’ll leave my credit card details for the booking and let me know if there’s anything you need help with. Ooh, this would be such a great birthday trip for him, I know it!” Catelyn hugged her daughter and finally concluded the impromptu family meeting. Sansa nodded and smiled. She was too exhausted to say anything else and perhaps that would be a signal for everyone to get out of her room so she could rest. Sansa was seconds away from barking at them to leave but she was supposed to be a good example so she chewed on her lip instead.

“Okay everyone out of Sansa’s room, she just got home and she needs to rest. She can’t plan anything if we don’t let her rest. Come on everybody out the door now,” Catelyn playfully shooed the rest of them away towards the door and stepped out herself, as if on cue and gave a wink to Sansa. Sansa smiled back appreciatively and threw herself back on her bed and ducked under the covers.

Yes. Finally. Peace and quiet.

“Hey Sans-”

Sansa wished her bed would just swallow her up. Sansa gritted her teeth. “Oh my god, yes! We are going skiing for the weekend and yes, everyone IS going and I’ll take care of it. Now if you don’t let me sleep, I swear to god I’ll cancel the whole trip and all we’re going to do is eat breakfast at McDonald’s for dad’s birthday! Please just go away and let me rest!”

Sansa’s head popped up from under her duvet covers to see who was disturbing her this time.

“McDonald’s breakfast doesn’t sound too bad, honestly. I personally recommend the hot cakes,” Jon greeted her as he sat at the edge of her bed, watching her with an amused look on his handsome face. Sansa groaned and sat up, giving him an apologetic frown. Jon reached over and gifted her a much needed kiss on her lips. It was brief but just what she needed from her beloved.

“Don’t ask. Two words. Dad’s birthday.” Sansa shrugged and held out her arms to Jon for a hug. “I missed you.”

They hadn’t seen each other for days ever since Jon started his shift as a paramedic a week ago. Granted, it wasn’t a new relationship but it was a new job that meant irregular hours for both of them. She still missed him terribly.

“I missed you too, my love. I take it you had a long day?“

Sansa nodded as she pulled away from Jon. She must look terribly exhausted to him, but she didn’t care. Jon was here and it was all that mattered.

“Stay in with me?” Sansa pleaded with a playful pout. Jon chuckled. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to cuddle in bed with her. But they weren’t alone and it wasn’t appropriate. Even though he practically grew up with the Starks, he still respected boundaries. If they wanted to be intimate, it would be at the privacy of their own home. Which was going to be soon, since they both had decided to move in together once Jon had settled in with his new job. Plus, Ned Stark would be home any minute.

“Ah, I would love to my gorgeous girl, but you are in desperate need of a nap and I promised Bran to help him build.. Something. I forgot what he asked me to do but I said okay.”

“Oh that’s too bad. Would be nice to have you in bed with me.”

“Oh no, no. Don’t you start it, Miss Stark. You know very well what will happen if I do get in that bed with you.”

Sansa giggled and nodded. True enough, having him in her bed would be the next best thing, but she wouldn’t get any rest, if her furtive glances at the zip of his jeans were any indication.

“Don’t worry, my shift is done for today so I’ll still be here when you wake up,” Jon reassured her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Sansa inhaled deeply, he smelled of soap and clean clothes, which reminded her of the shower she so badly needed.

“Tuck me in, then?” Sansa asked, tugging at his sleeve playfully. Jon smiled and grabbed hold of the covers as Sansa laid her head back on the pillow.

“Kiss you later, sleeping beauty.” Jon kissed her again as she closed her eyes and finally drifted off to sleep. Jon stepped out and closed the bedroom door, heading downstairs to the kitchen where the rest of the Starks were.

“So, I take it she agreed to the skiing weekend thing?” Jon asked Robb, joining him at the dining table who was watching Bran and Rickon play their video games on their tablets.

“She did. Told Mum it was an idea for Dad’s birthday and run it by Sansa. I mean, it is DAD’S birthday. And skiing. If it’s one thing we Starks do well, it’s family vacations. And we’re crazy about the cold. Which is odd to me. But yeah, great suggestion. Mum liked it. Plus, it’s Sansa. She loves planning stuff like these. She won’t say no,” Robb grinned as he rambled on, passing him a beer.

Well she better not. I’ve got everything planned out in secret to make it a weekend to remember.

Jon stuffed his hand into the right pocket of his jacket and squeezed the little velvet box he had been holding onto for the past few days.

Robb saw and smirked at him. “So, you really going for it huh?”

Jon nodded and smiled at Robb. He took out the box and opened it for Robb to see. It was worth six month’s of his salary but he knew it was perfect for her.

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I woke up to two voices yelling. 

“Guys! Can you shut up?! Let her sleep! We don’t know when the last time she’s gotten a good night sleep!” Jungkook. 

“Oh shit, she’s still sleeping?” Namjoon. 

“Yeah, I was, until you two fuckers woke me up,” I said, opening my eyes and looking around, “Are we still on the train?" 

"Unfortunately,” Jin said, passing me a blunt, “hopefully, the next town isn’t too far over.” I sat up, grabbing the blunt, and got off of jungkook, which made him whine, “Noooooo, (y/n). Come back, you’re warm." 

"Boy, hush, I will in a second. Let me smoke. Lord knows I need it,” I said, before passing the blunt to Jimin and laying back down on Jungkook’s chest, making him hum in response, wrapping his arms around me. 

“Hey, Jin?”

“Yeah? Are you okay? You need something?” I could already sense the panic in his voice, and I let out a quiet chuckle. 

“Yeah, yeah, i’m fine, but uh, thank you. For getting me out of there,” I said, with a little smile on my face, now looking at him. 

“Don’t worry about it, kid. we’ll always protect you, okay?” He replied, his smile mirroring mine. 

“Oh, and what were you and Joon arguing about?” I said, the question making the smile go away, on both of our faces. 

After a moment of eerie silence, Jimin spoke up, “They were arguing about this whole situation." 

"JIMIN!” Namjoon yelled. 

“What? She deserves to know, and you shouldn’t have the conversation without her, considering, she’s literally in the middle of it,” he said, not losing any cool, but more than likely, freaking the fuck out on the inside. 

“He’s right, you know?” Hobi spoke for the first time since i’ve woken up, “As much as you two wanna argue about it, you guys should talk about it, with her.”  

After a moment of silence, Namjoon spoke, “Okay, fine. (Y/n), why didn’t you tell us what was going on at home?” He had worry written on his face, but I could detect anger in his voice. 

“It’s not something I just being up in a casual conversation, you know? Also, I was planning to, hopefully, move in with you guys, but I didn’t plan you guys finding out like this. It was the first time they were ever physically violent with me.” My voice grew smaller towards the end of my sentence. 

“We would of let you move in whenever y-” Hoseok got cut off by Jin basically screaming, “the first time they’ve gotten physically violent?!" 

"Uh, yeah, they weren’t exactly kind because I hung out with the "junkies”,“ I said, "Thing is, I don’t regret it, I really don’t. You guys are the closest thing i’ve had to a family.”

“Awwwwh, (y/n)!!” They basically shouted, simultaneously, hugging me, and me getting squashed. 

“gUYS, I can’t breathe!” I tried to yell, when it barely came out as a squeak, they let me go, and I immediately went back to Jungkook to try and fall back asleep. 

“I’m going back to sleep, wake me up when we get there.” I mumbled to Jungkook, and he hummed in response. 

“Hey, (y/n), jungkook, wake up, we need to get off before we stop or we might get arrested.” I heard Jimin’s voice, making me mumble something that even I couldn’t explain, “do you want a piggy back ride?” I extended my arms, confirming, that yes, I did, “Okay, come on, you can sleep, while I jump out of a train,” him laughing at that statement. 

“Bet you would have never thought you were say that now, huh?” I heard Hoseok’s voice laugh out, “Are you seriously gonna give her a piggy back ride?" 

"Yeah, why not? She’s not that heavy. I am strong man,” he said laughing, “but seriously, I really don’t mind carrying her, I understand she’s tired." 

"She is,” Jungkook raspy voice rung out, “she was practically snoring on me." 

I grumpily made out a mumble, and I felt Jimin laugh rumble in his chest, "I think she disagrees with you Kook." 

"Hey guys!” I heard Jin yell, “We gotta get off, like now. I can feel the train starting to slow down and I can see the town, come on.” Jin said jumping off with his and Jimin’s bag. 

I felt Jimin fast walk, well as much as he could with me on his back, and him grab my legs even tighter, “You ready?” He asked in a whisper. “Yeah, let’s get it over with,” I responded, grabbing his shirt tighter and wrapping my legs even tighter around his waist. I felt his left hand grab the side of the door, and I felt us jumping. “That wasn’t so bad. Come on guys!” Jimin yelled to the rest of the boys and I heard them jump off. 

“Who has my bag?” I asked Jimin, without raising my head. 

“Namjoon. Go back to sleep, princess, I wake you when we get closer to town.” He whispered back. 

“I want donuts,” I mumbled, and I heard him chuckling in response. 

“We’ll see, princess.” He responded, and with that I drifted off.

“(Y/n),” I heard Jimin say, dragging out my name, “it’s time you start walking because I think it would be weird if I walk into a donut shop with an unconscious girl on my back, don’t you think?" 

"Donuts?” I said, my head immediately shooting up, “You’re actually getting me donuts?”

“Yes, princess. I have over $300 in my wallet. Come on, the boys are already inside,” he said setting me down on my feet, and me immediately putting my arm around his waist, and him responding by putting his arm around my shoulders. 

“Did you tell them what I wanted?” I asked, yawning in the middle of it.

“Yeah, we’re sharing though, is that okay?” he asked, looking at me.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” I said, looking back at him, kissing his cheek, “thank you for carrying me and letting me sleep. Now let’s get donuts!” I heard him chucking, and we walked towards the door, opening it, and immediately seeing the boys, and walked over to them. 

Namjoon offered his drink to me, “You want some?" 

"What is it?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. 

“Just water. Now do you want some or not?” He said, cocking his head back to tease me, and I responded by taking the drink out of his hands. 

“Thanks,” I mumbled, before taking the drink. 

“Seokjin?” I heard the baker call, and Jin stood up, and went to grab our donuts.

When he got back, he gave Jimin and I our long donut and before he could rip it in half, Jungkook said, “Hey, wait, before you rip it, why don’t you two lady and the tramp it?" 

"Lady and the tramp it? Really, Jungkook?” Jin said.

“What? Why not?” he asked, pouting. 

“What are you, 12?” Jin asked, squinting his eyes at him.

“Yeah, on a scale of 1-10. Now lady and the tramp it!” Jungkook yelled, and Jin just kinda, face palmed, like why am I friends with you.

“Okay, fine,” I said, looking at Jimin, “You okay with it?” I whispered to him. 

“Yeah, let’s just do it,” he said, as he playfully winked at me. Once we got towards the middle of the donut, we stopped eating, much to Jungkook’s dismay, “Oh come on! Do it for the viiiiiine,” he whined.

“That meme is so dead, i’m taking the rest of their donut just to annoy you,” Namjoon said, looking at Jungkook, eating our donut. 

“I’m gonna hurt you, Namjoon, I swear to god, one of these days,” I said laughing.

Take a bite of my heart tonight

No one asked for this song fic, but it has been on my mind, so here I am, writing it out!  I lack self restrain, I’m sorry But anyway here’s even more Villain!Deku, because why not? Should I do this for other characters too?

Inspired by the song animals (in minor key) by Chase Holfelder, hope you guys enjoy! Just a heads up, it’s under the cut because it might be mildly violent..

dt: @shoutos-fringe just because

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