i look like im high as a very high thing like clouds

My experience with the signs in my life
  • Aries female: so stubborn is incredible. A hot head. She knows what she wants and she'll get it. Yells a lot. Cares a lot about her family. Very concerned about her diet. She looks like a cinnamon roll but is a beast inside.
  • Aries male : very intelligent, probably the most intelligent. Can either have a very scientific mind or a very literary mind. Loves to read. LOVES to make puns. Horrible ones. Has the biggest laugh.
  • Taurus female: MY BIGGEST LOVE. Literally the cutest thing. She is so smart and caring and it's true: she loves to eat. Cares so much about everyone, not only her close friends. She almost never get angry but when she does. Ouch.
  • Taurus male: a cutie. Always ready to cheer you up. DOES NOT. BELIEVE. IN. ASTROLOGY. Likes scientific shit. Loves old movies. Always laughs at your jokes. The best friend you can find. Loves Shrek.
  • Gemini female: so strong and independent. Her hair is always on point, so is her outfit. Either very tall or very short. They talk a lot and they love listening to you. Geminis are actually very lovable people. Best companion for a boring class or for lunch break.
  • Gemini male: very bold and confident about himself. Does his own thing. It's not that he is a dick, it's just that he has his own problems to take care of. Except Trump, Trumps is really a dick. Im sorry Geminis that he is in your sign. The cool guy of the class who has a different girl every week. A lil fuckboy but fun to have a chat with. Loves videogames and perfect pal to get drunk with.
  • Cancer female: not a crybaby. Actually HATES to cry in public. More often than you think, very extroverted. Very passionate about what she loves. High ambitions, starts many things and then get bored. So many puns oh god.
  • Cancer male: oh boy. "Nightmare dressed as a daydream". Makes you feel so special. Boyfriend material. Usually dark hair and dark eyes. Not very tall. Adorable. Special laugh. Will do great things in life. Very creative but kinda introvert(?) WILL RATHER DIE THAN CRY IN PUBLIC.
  • Leo female: very close about her private things but she will open up if you demonstrate her she can trust you. Loves everyone. Not that confident about herself. Very confident about the world, tho. Wants to move someplace else and experience. People respect her.
  • Leo male: Stonehead™. Literally smokes all the time to forget about the pain he feels. Hides emotions and then explodes, usually with rage. Either very close to you that he calls you every day, or he'll completely ignore you. Smart even tho it doesn't look like. The lonely wolf.
  • Virgo female: so stubborn and independent. She knows what she wants and she'll get it. Can get very clingy to the people she loves but sometimes neglect other people she loves even tho she doesn't notice. Get mad easily for the little things. The queen. Just listen to her, she knows the shit.
  • Virgo male: cute but doesn't have his own personality. Sometimes gets involved in ugly companies and does things he doesn't want to. Very sensitive but tries to hide it. Actually cares about you even tho he wants to appear a tough boy. Pretends he doesn't care about school, ends up with all A. Probably very good at soccer.
  • Libra female: becomes part of your family if she isn't already. Amazing lipsticks. Always has great stories to tell. Lives in the clouds. Forgets about things easily but won't forget the important things. Has so many passions but get easily distracted when she is studying for an exam. Perfect person to binge watch Sherlock with.
  • Libra male: my everything. Pretends he's a gryffindor but deep down is a slytherin. Stunning. Gets high grade without doing shit. The teacher favorite. The one you can do stupid shit with. Will do anything for you. Listens to you 24/7. Loves tv shows. Very smart. Will probably end up doing something very important. Perfect dad.
  • Scorpio female: actually very sweet and caring, as much as cancer. Never shows off her emotions but you'll know when she cares about you. She's like a mama bear. She'll call you if she feels you are not happy. She'll call you constantly. Extroverted and kind. Best presents ever. Looks naive but very cautious.
  • Scorpio male: ok so my ex fwb was a scorpio and i gotta say they get emotionally attached. Pretend they don't care AT ALL and then calls u at 2 in the morning telling u they love you. Just be careful cause they don't know what they want. Obsessed with electronic things and sex.
  • Sagittarius female: literally on fire. SHE. TALKS. SO. MUCH. I have so many different feelings about her. Either i love completely or I can't stand her. She pretends she knows everything. She's so slow at doing everything, except talking. Laughs a lot. Very sensitive deep down. So loud.
  • Sagittarius male: Pretty introverted. The fire is hidden. He's a freaking badass. If he cares about you, he will show you. Most likely to call you at midnight for your birthday. Very sweet. Goes big or goes home, especially in love. Both a cinnamon and a sinnamon roll. Like if he ain't in the same political party as you, just don't mention politics. That's when the fire shows.
  • Capricorn female: so. she actually cares about you. but she has so much shit going on so she might forget to come at a place you invited her, she won't even apologize but when something happens to you, be sure she'll call. She's absolutely cute and she has been hurt so many times so it's hard for her to trust people completely.
  • Capricorn male: THE FUCKING FANBOY. He loves to travel and to try new things. He is so shy but with his friends he's crazy. Laughs at his own jokes. Extremely sensitive and when he loves, he loves hard. So intelligent and interesting. Absolutely adorable.
  • Aquarius female: the sweetest. she gets clingy to everyone but because she wants to have friends and do things and has a lot of problems but holds everything in and puts her friends first and she's hurt. The most precious human. She needs, she deserves to be loved the most. Learns very quickly and she's very honest.
  • Aquarius male: the devil™. Actually he is funny, like so many jokes, but sometimes it's just too much. He hates when people offend him. Gets on the defensive. Kinda selfish and cares a lot about like 3 people (?). Like he will kill for them. So much drama, boy. Probably failed history and algebra 2 twice.
  • Pisces female: such a badass and a cutiepie at the same time i don't even know how this is possible. she has such a strong personality and loves her friends. Determined and will fight with her teeth for what she loves. You need to have a pisces in your life. She always says she will kill a person but then she just like run away.
  • Pisces male: like just like the pisces female. Cares so much about his family and shows his emotions easily, whether is anger or sadness or happiness. Determined but also insecure about himself, but will do great things.
NCT - cherry bomb theory 🍒

i was trying 2 uncover anything about cherry bomb but kept hitting a dead end??? like rip it was impossible to create a theory ,,, on a pair of cherries ,,,,, & a bomb ,,,,,, UNTIL.

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My experience with the signs in my life

Aries female: so stubborn is incredible. A hot head. She knows what she wants and she’ll get it. Yells a lot. Cares a lot about her family. Very concerned about her diet. She looks like a cinnamon roll but is a beast inside.

Aries male : very intelligent, probably the most intelligent. Can either have a very scientific mind or a very literary mind. Loves to read. LOVES to make puns. Horrible ones. Has the biggest laugh.

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There was nothing like being on tour in Europe with the people you loved most. For Shawn, the people he loved were able to follow him wherever he goes. His family who would visit him at least one week during each leg of the tour. His loyal and loving fans would catch him on the streets of any city. And let’s not forget about his team/best friends: Geoff, Andrew, Tom, and Brian, who were basically his brothers. Yet, as he sat in that comfortable couch in front his best friends, there was something clouding his mind. 

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anonymous asked:

i desperately need more jihope fics to read do you have any recs?

[UPDATED - SEP 2017] 

Here is a combination of every genre and rating since I don’t know your preference. 99% of these don’t have sad endings b/c I cant cope with that. Majority of these stories are also completed so I bet there are tons of amazing ongoing stories that I havent included. Enjoy! (everything italicized is new on the list)

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khayr  asked:

hello!!! I've been combing the internet for some good info on n. argentii and n. bellii since I'm super keen on the really tiny species, do you have any good info on them or know any other smaller nepenthes? where do you usually look for reputable sellers if you're looking to buy species that aren't super common? thanks for any help you can offer! 8 )

ok i hope you dont mind me taking a hot second to talk about these smol carnivorous nepenthes babs and related smol carnivorous nepenthes babs because i never get to talk about the individual nepenthes species and i love them so much

background knowledge: nepenthes is a genus of tropical pitcher plants. they are largely vine-based plants that survive off of catching bugs in leaves adapted into cup-like appendages filled with digestive fluid; insects fall in the digestive fluid and are eaten alive. all nepenthes species are, in essence, a variation on this theme. 

ok first, nepenthes argentii is like……..so good and pure………like i want one too but im poor and they’re rather hand to care for (ill get there in a hot second). this species is the smallest nepenthes species known to date, and was discovered in 1989 on the peaks of a few mountains on a small island in the phillipines. it looks like this: (x) (x)

(honestly this is like. a very photogenic small bab so you can find more pics here)

this plant. this plant. this plant is like. the purest plant. like my favorite literature ive read so far on it is this account published in a ICPS newsletter of a small 2005 expedition into the mountains to gather more information and samples on both argentii and the other main nepenthes species living there, sibuyanensis. lets see what these scientists have to say about these smol boys in the wild:

“…From our observations we conclude that N. argentii is almost an obligate petrophyte growing in the rock crevices or among boulders, where it may avoid surrounding low vegetation…We did not find any plants under the shrubs, but cannot exclude the possibility of having missed them. Nepenthes argentii is not very frequent and the whole population consists of some hundreds of plants- the only ones in the world! We counted 14 rosettes in the largest group, but whether it was an individual plant or more plants in one bunch, we are not sure. Most of the plants consisted of an individual rosette usually with very low stems; the maximal measured height was 25 cm.”

the rest of the paper talks about a variety of things, including the small seed yield, plant care, and it’s habitat. this plant is difficult because of it’s slow growth and the fact that it’s a very high highland plant with few blooms. by “highland” i mean that it grows at very high elevation where it’s cooler. for these plants to grow, many serious growers choose to build special refrigeration chambers that replicate a cloud forest in both humidity and temperature (and clouds, using special foggers and fans!). this particular species is less rigid in its temperature needs, but some highland species are veeerrryyy specific (within a 10-20 degree window at all times). 

aaaannnyway. these are very hard to get a hold of due to their low flowering rates and slow growth and germination. generally, I try to stick to reputible US sellers (california carnivores, Sarracenia northwest, and the like) but there are a few international sellers that are pretty reputable, the best being Wistuba, a massive international carnivorous plant store run by botanist Andreas Wistuba. this site tends to have some of the more exotic ones (Wistuba focuses professionally on taxonomy, and therefore has some stranger specimens from time to time) but I’ve heard that these plants aren’t always as healthy as other plant stores that might charge a little more. for carnivore plant stores in general, I would hiiiighhhhly recommend the savage garden subreddit’s list of vendors

side note: on the note of really touchy rare highland species, something thats permanently featured on the sidebar of the savage garden subreddit is an article published in an ICPS issue back in 2003. its written by a dude with an electrical engineering phd who converted a literal chest freezer into a very specific niche habitat for one of the rarest and touchiest highland species in existence, Nepenthes villosa. to give an example of what this guy is up against in this article, this is a plant that needs nights between 36 and 39 degrees F and days between 55 and 61 degrees F. it’s…extremely impressive. please read it, or at least look at the pictures of this amazing feat. you may be wondering, ‘what plant could possibly possess a man to convert a chest freezer in to an extremely specific growth environment for a plant?’ and the answer is this one (nepenthes villosa):

anyway. so next is n. bellii, and I…actually don’t know much about this one, but it’s a very cute and good smol bab and im excited to know about it now:

as for more smol babies, i looooove smol nepenthes species so I have a few recommendations!

Nepenthes glabrata (highland/highland intermediate):

Nepenthes ampullaria (lowland i think??? also pic is of a cultivar in coloration terms)

a really pretty tiny one is the Nepenthes mirabilis var. globosa hybrid! again, hybrids are cheaper and often intermediate-climate and heartier:

nepenthes aristolochioides hybrids can be small and affordable depending what its mixed with, and also are usually intermediate and way heartier in terms of care. or, of course, you could go for the purebred species, which can be, um…kind of expensive. not saying the non-hybrids aren’t worth it though, i mean look at that:

and then, of course, if you aren’t set 200% on a nepenthes species, you could go for a cephalotus follicularus, a species from southwestern australia that I’m personally quite fond of. It’s a slow grower, small, compact, and is very rewarding! some people say they’re hard to care for, but in my opinion they really aren’t

anonymous asked:

hello there! i somehow managed to trap my character into smoking marijuana and idek know how lmaoo but do you have any writing tips on high to play a character while high on marijuana? thank you!

oH MY GOOSE ! I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for a question like this to happen. Homie, my homie. I have so many tips for you !! I’m gonna tell you everything i know, keep in mind i’m not like an expert but i have smoked for a while and i consider myself pretty knowledgeable but still, this is just my experience. pls forgive me if this doesn’t make too much sense sometimes it’s just hard to put an experience into words ya know ?


there are two major strains of weed indica & sativa - there are also hybrids which is just a mix of the two. the kind of weed you’re smoking will 112% affect your high. indica’s tend to be more relaxing, they’re a total body high where as sativas are uplifting they’re more of a cerebral high they’re great for being creative ! most people tend to smoke indica’s at night and sativa’s during the day - me included. ( if you wanna know more about different strains & how they grow as well as their effects and benefits watch this video 


  • alright listen when you’re playing a character that’s on a cerebral high you got know that there’s a lot of shit happening in your mind - whenever i smoke sativas i start thinking about every single thing i need to do and i write little to do lists for myself and notes for sober me. these are times when i can draw and write for hours on hours and not get bored of it. 
  • you don’t always feel a high in your body but your thoughts will wander all over the place, listening to music is 100 thousand times better and colors look so beautiful. that math homework you didn’t get before suddenly makes sense & you know exactly what you should write about for your english assignment. 
  • you feel a body high but it’s not as intense as with indica it’s more like a light buzzing the only way i can think to describe it is like you know when you put like a speaker on your chest and you feel the vibration it’s like that but it’s your own personal tune. 
  • a lot of times when i smoke sativa i think of really deep fake rational questions like can a vampire get high, i finally understand why that one friend i didn’t understand did this one thing they did, just random connections of things clicking in my mind. 
  • i also tend to just blurt out the first thing that comes through my mind without really thinking about it.  
  • munnnchies !! they’re apart of any high tbh the need to feed becomes very intense. 


  • india highs are different in the sense that they’re an entire body high. i always feel sort of in a fog when i smoke indicas but my body feels so good like i don’t usually have any aches and pains - so so good if you’re on your period omg take a bath and smoke some indica then curl up with a heating pad & nap yas its amaze. 
  • keep in mind indicas are downers so they make you a bit more lazy and sometimes - depends on the person they can make you very very sleepy 
  • i don’t usually talk as much during these high in fact it’s kind of hard for me to focus on what’s happening long enough to respond to a convo even if i wanted to 
  • if i ever get anxious on weed it’s usually an indica, i tend to feel uneasy in a new situation or if i’m around people i don’t know too well so i defs wouldn’t recommend putting your muse in a social setting if they’re smoking indica especially not for the first time. i mean unless you want them to feel like a super awkward turtle, like the entire world is coming after them and that evERYONE knows that they’re high bc clearly it’s written on their forehead. 
  • can’t forget the munchies man, even as i’m laying in bed barely keeping my eyes open i’ll be stuffing an oreo in my mouth. 


there are a couple ways to smoke either you can roll roll a joint or a blunt ( you’d use papers for joints they’re legit just thin pieces of paper & swishers or backwoods or any other tobacco/cigar type wrap you use for blunts ) you can smoke out of a pipe of some sort ( pipes are legit what you’re thinking they are they’re tubes with a little bowl piece to burn the weed and another where you inhale - pipes can be made into cute little designs i had an adorable elephant pipe his name was fredrickson #ripfreddy. there are also bongs which are long tubular pipes ( not for beginners but you can google pics of how they work ) if you’re a real pro you can make a pipe or a bong outta anything really starbursts, apples, soda bottles, pens - damn near anything. there’s also vaping, sometimes you buy a big vape machine or a small pen and smoke straight thc. there are also dabs which is smoking tbh in it’s oil form but that’s for another post. hit me back if you wanna know about dabs i’ll explain it to ya ! 


good question ! if you don’t wanna smoke or if your lungs aren’t too hot or whatever the case may be don’t worry homie you can still be a bonafide stoner. that’s what edibles are for ! edibles are just what they sound like it’s edible marijuana, aka cookies, cakes, brownies, suckers, caramels, rice crispy treats you name it ! if you can bake it, you can put weed in it. all you do is bake the cannabis until it’s dry and crumbly and then mix in water oil and butter and voilA you’ve got canabutter. you can use this butter to bake legit anything you want but it’s usually very strong. like half a brownie will knock you on your ass. edibles are not for beginners although some people think it’s funny to sneak an unsuspecting babe an edible. 


  • straight up edibles are not really like weed, they are but they’re not because they’re much, much, much more intense 
  • everything seems like such an amazing idea, adventures are usually a musT - pokemon go is an edible’s best friend i tell ya oH and puppies. play with a puppy when hella high it’ll change your life
  • honestly whenever i eat an edible i feel like i’m walking on a cloud legit nothing could ever get me down i’m so happy i could practically be funsine bear 
  • foOD IS MY BEST FRIEND. EDIBLES MAKE ME SO. HUNGRY. i get munchies whenever i smoke but an edible ? oh no if i’ve had one of those i can clear my entire fridge of food i feel famished 
  • i’m usually only super hype and up for about 4 hour as soon as i start to come down i come to a screeching halt *crying as i lay down in the sand* i wanna take a nap, im gonna take a nap right here. 
  • depending on how strong the edible is and how many i ate - dude if they’re hella good you cant even taste the weed and eat wAY too many and you go to sleep and wake up high it’s terrible but amazing. 


lucky for your bae marijuana’s come down is pretty chill most of the time i just get very, very sleepy and sometimes you just gotta give into the sleep and when you wake up sometimes i’ll feel refreshed and so ready to tackle the day/night sometimes not so much. if i smoked a lot before i go to bed i’ll wake up very groggy and almost hungover. like bright lights suck ass and my brain takes a million and one years to finally start up. 

annnd yeah holy moly…….. this got hella long but yeah that’s all that’s coming to mind rn i hope this helps you out sugarbooger and if you have anymore questions hit me up i could talk about this all day. 

BTS REACTION: you wearing provocative clothing.

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Jin never liked you in tight clothing especially in public, he always said that its unladylike like but he’d never admit it’s because he never could take his eyes off you when you did. So when he saw what you were wearing for his friends evening wedding reception he quickly became uneasy. Your navy blue satin dress hugged your figure snugly and sat dangerously high on your thighs. You always knew Jin had a thing for you in tight clothes but he would never admit it. That’s why it didn’t surprise you when we had to leave due to him being “ill”. You found it amusing how he felt the need to scold you for your dress choice for the night and even more amusing because through his huffing and whining he had one hand on wheel and the other on the inside of your thigh under your dress.

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Your pastel baggy crop top would ride up whenever you raised you arms causing a tiny sliver of your undergarments to be shown and your shorts were hanging dangerous low on you hips due to their big size and without your thick belt Yoongi was sure they would of slipped down hours ago. He would drink in your figure as much as he could today as you dragged him round the shopping center in search for holiday clothes for the both of you. “What shorts do you want? …babe….oi”, of course he wasn’t listening he was to busy checking you out as you were bent over looking at whatever it was.“Hmm,” his vague reply caught your attention so you turned your head to look at him. Even through his mint green hair you could see the hard clouded over stare he was sending in your direction and it heated your cheeks so you quickly snapped your head back to what you were doing.“Yah you shouldn’t be doing that we’re in public,” you scolded but his reply made you tremble’ “ just wait till we get home.”

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You’ve had mini dance lessons with your best friend Hoseok for as long as you can remember. However today lesson was gonna be very memorable, well for Hoseok at least. It was the hottest day of the year so the two of you had dressed accordingly, Hoseok in a thin tank top and baggy shorts but when you walked in wearing only a sports bra and short shorts he couldn’t help but gawk. Your black racer back sports bra and tight lycra grey shorts complimented your figure and left nothing to imagination. Hoseok had to excuse himself multiple times in the hour due to your shorts riding up abit to high in a certain move or seeing how under stress your bra was keeping your chest in place. After the session you noticed Hoseok’ s quiet behaviour, after finally getting him to spill what was bothering him you lips curled into a smirk as you whispered,“ I guess i wear this more often then.” You left a flustered Hoseok behind as you leave the practice rooms. But the more he thought about it the more he could imagine those lycra shorts grinding against him.

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Namjoon was in a relationship with his makeup artist. So far the two of you had managed to keep it a secret from Big hit. Not even the boys knew. It has been close sometimes when Namjoon called you kitten by accident in the dressing room luckily only Yoongi heard and he couldn’t be bothered to ask any questions. However Namjoon was struggling to control himself today. You were wearing the shortest tightest shorts he had ever seen and it was killing him. He didn’t find it fair that he couldn’t touch you when you looked that delicious. The worst part of it was that fact that no-one knew who you belonged to, he saw how the all the boys were looking at you their eyes not leaving your behind, he was constantly shooting them glares but in return he just got a look of confusion, since they don’t know. He almost hit Jimin when he heard him whisper something to Jungkook which had y/n and jackhammer in the same sentence. At the end of the day Namjoon was exhausted and horny and he couldn’t wait to take it out on you. 

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You always loved to toy with Jimin in public , he had such a duel personality when it came to dominance in your relationship. Just last night he was dominating you over the kitchen counter but he today he can’t even look in your direction without getting shy, blushing and then looking away. It sure didn’t help that you were wearing the sluttiest outfit you could find in your wardrobe. You were at dinner for your 8 month anniversary you were across from him wearing a backless, off the cocktail dress with black heels. With this outfit you were actually taller than him which would of made some men uncomfortable but not Jimin he loved it. He was so engrossed in his own story he didn’t notice your movements. You slowly leant over the table allowing a clear view off your cleavage. When he finally noticed his voice broke mid-sentence his face turned a scarlet red colour and he wouldn’t look anywhere towards your direction. After few seconds he finally spoke again “ Jagiya wh-what are you doing?" 

"What do you mean Chim-Chim im just so interested in your story,” your voice was so cool and calm unlike Jimin wobbly response,“ no i mean why did you wear that dress you kn-know what it does to me.”

“Why chim what does it do?” He shook his head and burried it into his hands on the table.“Well then baby boy looks like im gonna have to force it out of you when we get home,” again he had no response but he timidly nods his head, still his eyes were glued to the table.

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The funny thing about Taehyung is that he can’t hide his emotions whatever he is feeling it is always written across his face. This fact is very apparent whenever you wear a dress. It was Jimin’s birthday and you were wearing a skater  dress. The skirt of it is navy blue and the upper half it white lace with full length sleeves. Throughout the whole party he would have his hand resting on the small of your back scowling at any man that struck up a conversation with his y/n. However he would also be in total awe of your beauty and many a times that night he lost himself in your eyes and the way your body shook when you laugh. Yet tonight the main attraction was your dress, it was a modest length and the skater style made it obvious that you had curves even though they weren’t on show. It was only natural for Taehyung to be on high alert when his girlfriend looks this good. Once they sat down he was more clingy than before he would keep his hand constantly on your knee and whenever someone asked you a question and or you joined in on the conversation he would move his hand to your thigh and give it a firm squeeze. Sometimes he would sulk for days if he thought he was losing you to one of his fellow members, they would always scold him for ever thinking that they would take his girlfriend. It was obvious to you and all of bangtan that he was head over heels for you.

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Jungkook hated the fact that you knew exactly how to play him. You had a argument a night before about the lack of time he spends with you. You both had been giving each other the silent treatment since, so to blow off steam he decided to go to the club with Jimin. When he saw you with your best friend dancing he was surprised but that quickly became rage when he saw what you were wearing. You were sporting a black sleeveless pant-suit and the neck line ended at your belly button giving everyone a view of your chest. The outfit alone was making him hard and he could only imagine what the other men in the room were thinking.You felt a strong grip on your wrist and before you could even turn round to see who the person was you were being dragged into a side passage away from the dance floor and being slammed against the wall by your one and only boyfriend. “What the fuck do you think your doing here wearing that.” Anger seeped from every pore off his being as he had you flushed against the wall his head in the crook of your neck as he sneered into your ear. Before you could even retaliate he spoke again.“Your such a little whore parading yourself around like this when you have a boyfriend, were going home and your being fucked on every piece of furniture whilst wearing this slutty outfit since you like it so much.” From that day on Jungkook had to check every outfit you wore and as for that pantsuit, you could only ever wear it in the bedroom.

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White Jasmines

Originally posted by baekheeyeol

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, prince!au, healer!au

Word Count: 4.4K

Warning: I love nutrition. ITS SO INTERESTING WHEJZHCBAD(the only human being thatll ever say that, hi, im lea, nice to meet ya)

A/N: i totally did not spend hours of my time searching cool nutrition facts, don’t worry. youll get 1% of the info i collected in this one shot. enjoy!

A lot of people believe that two people of very different status’ can’t be together. (y/n) does, and denies her love for Prince Baekhyun. But the Prince does not. 


“Miss (y/n)?”

I looked up from my mortar, and stop moving the pestle through the grainy paste of seaweed green spices. The spices had created tears in my eyes, and fingers to itch. However, added a nice tinge of freshness to the air.

“Are you alright?” the servant named Dee frowned, tilting her head.

I coughed, wiping my eyes with my cream sleeves. “Uhm- yes. Dieffenbachia plant and onions, you know. Contains a lot of chemical irritants.”

She nodded back at me hesitantly, but I know she had no idea about what I was talking about. I laugh silently to myself, still enjoying the fact that many were still so oblivious to medicinal herbs even during my years of work at the palace.

I wiped my hands off on my brown overalls, waiting for her to speak. “Miss (y/n), the prince has conceived an injury through reasons unknown. He requests for you to heal his wounds.”

I sighed loudly, irritated, yet not caring that one of his own servants was standing in the room. “If he needs medical assistance, I recommend him a palace healer. They have more experiences when it comes to his… issues.”

Dee gives me a pitied smile, knowing that I was the one who had to put up with him and his antics the most. “He specifically asked for you, miss. I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do against that.”

And here we go again. The servant leaves, leaving me to prepare for my trip to the royal chambers. I didn’t bother changing out of my long sleeved shirt under my overalls- they would get even more stained anyway. Flecks of red would be added to the smudges of green and brown, and my light-colored sleeves would stain.

I grabbed a woven basket, the aged fibers almost falling apart at my fingertips. I pile in the basic needs- clean bandages, aloe vera salves, plantain leaves, calendula oil, you name it, I have it. Several glass pots and petri dishes as well.

I nudged in my favourite pot of mixed nuts for good measure.

I left my little station in the usual neatness that I’m used to. The long table in the middle is cleared, with only a few plant pots here and there on it. The lights that hung low from the ceiling are turned off, and all the cabinets were closed.

When I step outside, the first shock I got was the cold, hard wood under my bare feet.

“Follow me please.”

Honestly, I didn’t need to follow the girl. I’ve been to his Highnesses’ quarters so many times, for every little thing and call. Every cut, bruise, scrape he conceived through ‘training’ and ‘adventures’ was nurtured back to health by me.

Even if I didn’t specialize in his type of medical treatment- more in very severe damage like third degree burns and chronic wounds- the Prince still beckons me to his suite.

We passed through the catered flowered courtyard, courtesy of all the healers in the palace. This is the place where you could find me besides the warehouse. The plant pots, of all sizes- small, big, thin, thick- of all colors decorated the first and second floor. You can look down from the second floor by a fancy black railing, covered in ivy that hung down as if imitating curtains.

The sun shone brightly, but the right amount of clouds balanced it out and created a cool breeze. The perfect day for going outside and enjoying the weather.

The further we walked, the more expensive and luxurious the scenery became. From wooden tiles to marble tiles, the metal hinges and tools to gold and silver, the buildings piling up and becoming higher. The only thing that didn’t change was the nature present, still as bright and blazing as it always has been.

We go up an open stairway, lined with a carpet the color of dripping crimson. It felt soft against my feet, the surroundings becoming more packed in gleaming furniture as we neared the prince’s room.

“Your highness, the healer is here,” the servant knocked politely on the door, three soft knocks against the smooth oak.

Silence came in response.

As if used to this, Dee opens the door carefully, the handle making a ‘click’ and therefore acknowledging that we were entering.

Prince Baekhyun sat there, on his bed, legs spread out, eyes closed, and head tilted upwards to the strays of sunlight.

He looked like a god.

The sun caught the night black strands of his hair, the glossy look of his skin, giving his cheekbones a blinding glow that made me question his humanity.

He only turned his head to us, as if moving the rest of his body was too much effort. I bite the inside of my cheek as his messy locks fall in front of his eyes, champagne pink lips slightly parted, giving us a glimpse of the natural whiteness of his front teeth.

A god of deception, a god of beauty, a god of love.

“Thank you,” he nodded at her once in that royal way of his, that smooth voice rippling over my skin like lead-infused water. I hold back a sigh of content as my ears ring with approval, before I notice that those fiery beautiful eyes were on mine. Not on the girl next to me who he previously responded to. I gulped, before letting our eye contact go and I scan his body for those injuries instead.

It isn’t a distraction from him, I promise myself.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she said formally, but only another girl would have noticed how her voice pitched higher. She leaves without a second look at me, and closes the door behind her.

He’s wearing a simple get up of black pants and brown boots that passes his ankles, a black button up loosely hanging from the prince’s shoulders. The first two buttons are opened, revealing his smooth and untainted collarbone.

I silently understand why girls throw themselves at his feet.

I see no injuries so far, besides the fact that his boots are dirty and had left small prints of mud on the floor. The prince’s hair is ruffled in an undignified way, meaning he was probably doing a form of physical exercise.

He also smells like the fresh air.

I realize I had been staring, and a smile was creeping its way up the edges of his Highnesses’ lips.

“Your highness,” I stammered, lowering down my head, and I inwardly groan. Why didn’t I change clothes like I always did? Why didn’t I change into a dress so I could properly curtsy in front of a royal family member?

I swear, I always get like this. Annoyed, at first with their rich air. Muster up enough courage and confidence to face someone with a high status, and then lose all that the second we come face-to-face.

The prince seems even more amused by my flustered behavior, and that real smile erupts on his face like a pending volcano. “Hi (y/n)!” he waves excitedly at me like a little child, his eyes closing along with the action like they usually do.

Prince Baekhyun always surprises me with his childlike aura around me. When it comes to the servants and nobles, he’s as handsome and serious and charming as he has to be- but around me, the Prince is rather different. Same thing with his lovely mother, the Empress.

I don’t meet the prince of the Byun Empire’s eyes. “What injury do you need help with, your highness?”

He pouts, bottom lip curling slightly. A smile almost slips onto my face at the movement. “You’re so cold, (y/n). You didn’t even greet me back!”

The Prince’s whining was something I still have to get used to in my years of knowing him. “I did greet you back,” I correct, not bothering to put more of an argue-tone to my voice. I shrug. “I greeted you first.”

“With a stupid ‘your highness’!”

“Protocol, your highness. Protocol.”

I was failing horribly at hiding my own teasing tone.

“(y/n)!!!” he grumbles, scrunching his eyebrows together. “Why can’t you just call me Baekhyun? B- A- E- K- H- Y- U- N. Now you try.”

He was messing with me on purpose, and he knew it too well. The Prince seems to enjoy my exasperated expressions.

“Highness,” I say, walking towards the wide oak window sill, placing my basket there so it was within reach. I could see the birds chirp outside, all perched on the golden tower tops and faded porpoise roof. “I would rather we start on treating the wounds. May I ask you to show me where they are, and how they were conceived?”

I take out the pots with leaves and petals, placing them on top of the bandages. My hand went out to steady a wobbling jar, and before I know it, I knocked something over with a single finger- and it landed safely on the soft gauze.

“Here, let me help,” the Prince speaks behind me, voice gentle. I turn back to him to decline his offer(and maybe scold him, a prince, for trying to help a capable healer ), but the only thing I register is the pained groan from him.

A hand shot up to his shoulder, massaging it. His face was twisted into a lasting wince, lips pulled back and posture stiff.

My mind goes into immediate alarm.

I scurry over to him, a fierce scolding expression in my eyes. I slap away the hand on his shoulder, my fingers snapping against his sturdy yet soft knuckles. I was too worried to notice that I just touched his Highness, and that the goosebumps had already started to prickle at my arms and legs.

I look up at him, upset. I rotate a finger in the air, signaling him to show me his back. He sighs; hopefully knowing there was no way he could counter or disagree with me now.

I stare at the injury.

A thick scrape from the beginning of his shoulder made its way down his shoulder blade, longer than a foot and as wide as my hand. Bits of mud flecked the outside of the injury, mixed with flecks of his pale skin, some that were still hanging from the wound and now painted red.

It had taken a piece of his shirt as well, the torn black flap hanging loosely on the side.

“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand that your back was heavily scraped! Then Dee could have warned me to bring better remedies than the ones I have now! These can only provide for minor injuries, but this one has a much large surface- how did you even hurt yourself like this- and the walk back to the warehouse takes longer than ten minutes and I have to come back as well-”

“I could come with you,” he suggested slyly, interrupting and facing me again. Those eyes were playful, obviously light and comical about the situation. I searched for his pupils, the ones I could never find in those dark orbs.

I shoot him a dangerous look. “No. I’ll do as much as I can now, and I’ll quickly run back and forth later. I’ll bandage you as well, to prevent any bacteria from infecting it…”

I unfold the brown package of the plantain leaves, the parchment crinkling under my fingers. I take out several oval plantain leaves, a bit larger than my palm each.

The ripped cloth covers some of the scrape, I realized with a bite to my lip. He’ll… he’ll have to… What will he reply? Will he be disgusted with me? Oh god, no (y/n), please don’t overthink it more than it already is. You’re treating a wound. You’re a doctor. Act like it.

“Uhm… your highness?” I faltered, hoping he wouldn’t notice the hesitance and uneasiness in my voice.

“Yes (y/n)?”

“I… your tunique is in the way of the treatment… will you please take it off for me?” the more I talked, the more squeaky and nervous I became.

“Oh… already at second base, huh (y/n)?” the blackette teased, exactly I expected him too.

I huff, all the uncomfortableness having faded away once I realized this was Prince Baekhyun, the man that I’d known for more than four years. Of course he was going to crack a perverted joke.

And then I was exposed to my future emperor’s bare, flawless back.

His skin was as pale as his face, defined with muscles built up with years of training. His shoulder blades were clearly outlined, and I could see the curve of his spine. He was so perfect- and yet he wasn’t, with faded whiter scars flecked here and there. I grazed a finger over one nearest to the wound, shaped like a crescent moon. The Prince stiffened, and I instantly retreated my hand.

Stupid move (y/n), stupid move.

I grab some of the plantain leaves, the freshest and therefore the greenest for the first layer of the wound- the ones that work best. I smooth them out on the injury, careful not to touch any of his skin. Yet I feel his muscles ripple under my touch, even through the leaves and layers. I suppose he has the same reaction to my touch. No (y/n), no.

He was my superior by so many descents, at the top of the hierarchy and me at the bottom.

Yet the time we spend together… why… why was he always the one that called upon me?

I shoved those thoughts away, pressing them against the back wall of my mental capacity. The one I never visited, where I stored my unfilled hopes. Like the time I was hoping for a promotion, or that one of my family members would finally come meet me.

All impossible.

Next, I cut out stripes of the bandages- so they went over the injury, like a white rectangle that was stuck to his chest.

With a shaking hand, I went for my tea tree essential oil, stored in a dark flask with a cork. I bite my lip- I would have to touch his skin, to disinfect the surrounding flesh.

“Your highness?” I whisper, my voice slightly muted to his ears since I was standing behind him. Being much shorter than him, it’s like I always talking to his back.

“Baekhyun,” he corrected, not hiding the smirk that started to form. I could see it peek out from his defined cheekbones.

“I’l… I’ll have to use oil to disinfect your wound, if that’s alright?” my voice trembled by a bit, but I think he noticed. The black haired man’s lips went from a smirk to a gentle smile, nodding.

“Of course (y/n), you’re the healer here.”

Normally I never had to apply oil. I normally just bandaged the injury, my fingers only barely scraping against his skin, or put on some ice, and give him advice on what to do and what not to do.

His permission seemed to decrease my frazzled nerves a bit, but my fingers were trembling as I smoothed the translucent oil over my finger tips. The liquid felt cool to my burning touch, caused primarily by my embarrassment.

I retracted my fingers from nearing his back, holding them just above my lap so none of the oil smeared against my overalls.

Should I be doing this? Should I really be doing this? Why… this is way out of my comfort zone. Maybe I should stop and call a palace healer. Yes, if I want to save somewhat of my dignity I should do that. I opened my mouth to talk.

“(y/n), are you okay?”

The bothered tone of the dark orbed man send unwilling shivers up my spine, hyping at the top and stilling at the bottom. Another flood came as he turned around, this time ten times as intensifying and powerful as the last shivering wave.

His bare chest was right in my view.

The Prince pressed a finger against my stubborn chin, the muscle easily giving in as my eyes met his.

They were hooded, beautiful, perfect. “Are you okay?”

I cleared my throat. “I… I think we should get a palace healer. They’re more capable,” I moved away from him, heading towards the door. “and they have the supplies we need…” my back was now against him, and I refused to look back at him. I had to get out of here.

The door handle was so close. The room seemed to be suffocating me- my breaths were getting shallower by the minute, and I was itching and aching for fresh air. “… I’m going to call Dee so she can get you some proper treatment-”

My own back slammed against the door so hard my bones rattled seconds afterward. My head was swimming and drowning at the same time, and I could make out a blurry, yet faultless and furious, face staring back at me.

It took me only half a second to register that it was the Prince.

“I don’t want a palace healer,” the man growled, coming closer to me, arms at both sides of my head. He had trapped me- like a bird in a cage. “I don’t want Dee…”

Closer he came, until I could almost feel his skin against mine. “I want you…”

His coral lips were softer than I had imagined.

So plush and warm, like a humid cloud and a hot summer’s day, far on the horizon, alone and perfect. That was the perfect way to describe the feeling of Baekhyun’s lips on mine.

The black curls brushed against my forehead as his hand crept upwards. Before I knew it, I could feel his calloused and rough fingertips against my jawline, cool against my scorching skin. With a gentleness that left me breathless, he tilted my head so our lips fitted even more perfectly.

With brushes so sweet and sinful, he kissed me as if he wasn’t a royal and I a healer- that he was supposed to get married someday to a princess, that I wasn’t supposed to marry the son of a baker downtown.

He didn’t care, and through every touch of his pink lips against mine, he evaporated my worries.

I moaned; I couldn’t help it. No one could have. Baekhyun’s presence was so overwhelming- even more so now that our bodies were only inches apart, kissing sensually. I opened my mouth, and his tongue dived in between my own lips- his wet muscles brushing against the soft skin, making my knees weak.

His tongue teased mine playfully- just like he really was. Baekhyun was utterly benign- a perfect gentlemen, confident, loving, not having a single thought about crossing any boundaries.

I almost kissed him back.

“Baekhyun… no.”

His lips stilled.

I continued talking now that I could properly do so without mumbling. “You’re a prince. I’m a healer, our status’ are so different. What if your father found out that you’re in a relationship with some like me? What shame would you deliver to your father? To your country? As the future ruler of this empire, Baekhyun, I’m begging you- forget me.”

And I slowly realized he wasn’t listening to me.

“You… called me Baekhyun.”

The brightest, most magnificent smile split into his face like a hurricane- uncontrollable, sudden and becoming larger by the second.

His hands landed on my waist, a pressure so sweet and comforting. I squealed as he lifted me up in the air, twirling me around like a father would do on his daughter’s birthday. My hair flew hazardly in different directions, the only sound echoing in my ears was his overjoyed laugh.

“My name sounds beautiful on your lips…” he whispers lovingly against me, having stopped his joyous movements.

Baekhyun’s arms were wrapped around me, my soft body wrapped against his hard one. He leaned down so my forehead touched his, a small smile on his face. “You have no idea… you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to be mine. How long I’ve waited to be allowed to kiss you; to hug you, to love you… and now you’re here in my arms…”

His voice was deep and layered with all sorts of happiness. Excitement, contentment, exhilaration.

“What do you mean… how long you’ve waited…” I manage to speak, the words hushed and raw in my throat. After those words heart-melting words, my mind was in a frenzy and my stomach in a pile of goop.

He grinned at my confusion and breathlessness. “My father. I asked him if I could take you as mine, meaning standing beside me in the future. Of course, first he replied with all the ‘you need to marry a fair and beautiful princess!’ crap, but after months of convincing and mother’s sweet-talking, he managed to give me his approval.”

My head was spinning. Baekhyun… wants me? Like, this isn’t? But no, his eyes were as light and real as they always were. And his mother… sweet-talking? I couldn’t help but feel a little bit flattered that his mother also approved of me.

He grinned, dark eyelashes as prominent as ever.

This was too much to take in at once.

I pushed myself off the ground and kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

Until we were panting, our cheeks and lips pink, the temperature of the room having increased by a couple of degrees.

“I should… probably finish bandaging that wound…”

I turn around, and then finally notice the purple flowers, and I stop, wide-eyed.

They were bold in the sunlight shining right on them. How hadn’t I noticed them before? Obviously freshly picked by the deep black dirt, the tiny lilac flower petals jumbled up in bushels in the plant pot. The inside was yellow, only adding to the effect of it’s beauty.

“You notice know?” I hear Baekhyun whine, his arms coming to rest around my waist. “I had it all planned out…”

I laugh. I couldn’t help it. How much love I held for this man was too much to bear for just a person. That’s why there are two of us. “Heliotropes mean eternal love…”

“That’s right,” he whispers, as he sinks his teeth in the shell of my ear.

I screech, jerking my body away from him as a hand goes up to my ear. “Hey! Why did you bite me?”

“Revenge for not noticing my confession earlier,” he says smugly.

I turned back to the purple flowers.

I deadpanned when my eyes landed on the bush next to the purple heliotropes. “Why did you choose the other plant?”

Baekhyun looks at the cute potted ball of red fluff, standing out and giving the room a cosy feeling. It went well with the oak wood and golden imagery. “Aren’t they pretty? I found them in the botanical gardens when I was walking there a few days ago! And they’re red!” he beams.

“Baekhyun…” I sigh. “Red arborvitae mean… unchanging friendship.”

He stares at me, not even trying to hide his surprise and bewilderment.

The young prince looked so cute, dark brown eyes wide and curls of black brushing against his dark eyebrows.

“Well… we’re in love and best friends?”

I hit him on his chest, making him laugh.

“Okay mister, enough. Turn around and let me bandage you up properly, will you?”

I restart the process of the tea tree essential oil, now having rubbed off my fingers. I confidently rub it against his skin, while Baekhyun takes the lead in telling me some… bad pickup lines.

“You’ve got me acting like ivy… I keep coming back.”

“Hey, (y/n), have I ever told you we fit together like mortar and pestle?”

“What’s your ph, baby? Cause I think we might be soil mates.”

“I’m already regretting this…” I mumble to myself. I finish up quickly, and the torture ends. “Okay, Baekhyun. For quicker healing of your injury, try to eat food that are rich in vitamin A and C. Meaning oranges, broccoli, spinach, carrots, whatever. Also: nuts. Nuts are rich in unsaturated fat, which is good for the growth of the nerve system, brain, and spinal cord. Not to mention that that fat is also really good for your heart.”

“Ah, this is why I love you, (y/n),” Baekhyun grins sweetly, leaning his head down on his palms and elbows on the windowsill where I was reaching for my supplies.

I place a jar of nuts on the table in front of his face with a bang!, trying not to be affected by his words. However, for the first time in my life, my cheeks turn a dusty shade of red. “Eat,” I say sternly, looking him straight in the eye. “I would recommend the walnuts. They reduce inflammation. Cashews for hair and weight loss. And lots of pistachios for anti-depression…”

I trail off as I see the incredulous look in his eyes.

“Uhm… I’ll leave some calendula oil here too. Good for skin care. I mean, I have so much calendula in my office, come by anytime for more,” I say nervously, tapping my fingernails against the wood.

“I’ll gladly do that,” Baekhyun says teasingly, and I roll my eyes.

He pulls me into his chest, my head resting against it as his steady heartbeat reaches my ears. The dark eyed man body temperature was just right, arms around me and head resting on the top of mine.

I open my eyes, noticing the Heliotropes once again and breaking into a smile.

The Prince notices my stare. I look up at him, so close we could almost kiss again.

“What kind of flowers would you have gotten me?” he breathes shallowly against my lips, breath brushing against my skin. I close my eyes, falling further into his soft, warm embrace.

I think about it.

“White jasmines,” I breath back against him, not bothering to open my eyes just yet.

I can feel him smile, I can just tell. “And what do those mean?”

Sweet love.

Taming The Brat Pt.10

As always I’m a nervous wreck posting this, but what can you do? I’d be surprised if anyone’s even still interested, it’s been so stupidly long since the last time I posted. Fingers crossed it doesn’t disappoint if you are. Also this is another long one, so I apologise in advance if this crashes the app. It’s a problem my scenarios seem to have. Anyways, my rambling aside MERRY CHRISTMAS, Y'ALL (unless of course you don’t celebrate it, in which case, HAPPY SUNDAY!! ^^) I hope you all have an amazing day, filled with endless love and good times ♡

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Genre: Angst/Smut/Nora’s AU
Requested: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Content, long af, crude af, slight Daddy kink, breath play, D/s relationship, BDSM themes, unnecessary dramatics. 

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Originally posted by softbeom

If you’d asked me as a child what I thought the concept of normal was supposed to entail, I think the life I would’ve envisioned for myself back then would have been very different to the one I’m living now. The only silver lining I can find is the realisation my best friend is very much right about me, I’ve never much liked the mundane anyway. It was never something I strove for, I just wanted happiness. I suppose I can say I’m at least halfway there, but at the same time, it’s hard to think with such a positive outlook considering the details. I wouldn’t go so far as to sum them up as small, but awkward and misfortunate works pretty bloody well. Especially now.

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[ vampire jun pt. 1 ]

im thinking about starting a vampire jun series BEFAUSE I AM STILL NOT OVER IT so this is like experimental to see if I like where it’s going. ENJOYY:)

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The city of rain.

It’s exactly how it sounds, tall skyscrapers peaking high over dull ash coloured roads with gloomy storm clouds covering the sky like a blanket. The city rarely saw the sun, it was rarely able to feel it’s warmth bathe across the grass or paint shadows on the sides of houses. But one thing the city knew well was rain. Tiny droplets of liquid that drizzled from the clouds, splashing against printed car windows and bouncing off the streets.

Everyone carried an umbrella with them in the city of rain. Everyone but you, who was rushing to work in the rainy weather of early morning. Tiny yelps of sorry’s and excuse me’s left your lips though you hardly meant them as you weaved through crowds of people to get to your destination. After entering the building you gave your head a shake feeling tiny specs of water fly from your hair.

“How many times do you need to get soaked before you bring an umbrella?” Your eyes skipped upwards to meet the friendly face in front of you. A young man with sparkly eyes and neatly combed hair. In his hand was a cup of tea which he handed to you with a smile. “I guess I’ll never learn Joshua.” Your job wasn’t very exciting, at least in your opinion. Every time something major struck out in the city your boss sent you to the scene with a notepad and pen to collect information.

Then you came back and typed up a report for him to publish. That was it. That’s all you did. The only things that ever happened in your rainy city were convenience store robberies and murders. Most of the time you could hardly get any information so you had to expand the truth a little in your reports. Taking a sip of the tea you enjoyed the warmth it installed in your cold body as you followed Joshua into the office of your boss.

“Welcome, welcome, my two greatest reporters on the team!” You quickly exchanged an uneasy glance with Joshua while your boss used his chubby fingers to grab another cigarette to light. “Sometimes I think you two are the only reliable people I have working for me so today I’m sending you off on something big. I want you to go down to Churchill Cemetery and check things out. A few bodies have turned up missing from their graves along with other strange occurrences.”

Churchill Cemetery was usually a very quiet place, not many people ever visited the graves to even pay their respects. Right next to the cemetery’s edge was a forest filled with nothing but tall prickly pine trees and twisting roots jutting out of the ground. You couldn’t say you were shocked to hear that bodies had been disappearing though. “Okay, we’ll check it out.” Joshua turned to you with a nod as your boss puffed out a cloud of grey smoke. “Sounds good to me.”

At the cemetery gate you met with an old man named Albert. His pale wrinkled skin hardly seemed to cling to his face while his eyes were a dull greyish colour. His faded overalls were caked with mud as a shovel hung loosely in his grip. He looked after the Churchill Cemetery, cutting the grass and plucking the weeds that grew around the grave stones. “Is it okay if we examine a few things?” Joshua asked as he pulled out a notepad. Albert responded with a nod of his head.

“These are the graves that have been dug up.” Albert beckoned to the two head stones beside each other, clumps of dirt now turned to muck tossed up and scattered all over the grass. “They belonged to two sisters who died in a car crash just over two weeks ago. Mary and Kate Stewart.” Your pen scribbled across the expanse of the notepad along with Joshua as you drew a quick sketch of the scene.

The crime in the city was horridly high, different deaths every week or new criminals emerging from the shadows. The police were very useless, doing almost nothing against it and leaving the citizens to protect themselves. It was saddening but there was nothing you could do. “Is it okay if we look for a little while longer?” Albert welcomed you to look for as long as you like so you did, collecting information and the tiniest details alongside Joshua.

“Wanna know something?” The young man randomly said while he squatted down to run his fingertip through the dirt. With a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders you flipped the page of your notepad. “Why not?”

“This city is dubbed as the city of rain but it’s also dubbed as Urbem Lamia which means city of vampires in Latin.” (omfg I’m so smart right?)

You gave your eyes a roll at Joshua’s words. He always babbles about these random things that never make any sense so you usually dismiss them. “They say this city is a main attraction for vampires because there’s hardly any sunlight and with all the deserted parts of the city it makes the perfect place for them to hide. Also haven’t you noticed that most of the graveyards are close to forests? Easy access to bodies for their thirsty little fangs.”

“Wouldn’t they prefer fresh blood?”

“Whatever blood they can get their hands on.”

Tossing away Joshua’s little fantasy you began to close up the examination session. Flashing your wrist in front of your gaze you check the time. It’s 11 o'clock and you got here around 9 or so. About 2 solid hours of searching and pointless information that wouldn’t lead anywhere but a news article fluttering along in the breeze, long forgotten. You adjust the straps of your rain jacket as Joshua pulls out an umbrella seeing as thunder could be heard in the distance.

“We should say goodbye to Albert.” Though you didn’t know the little old man very well it was at least kind to announce your leave and thank him for letting you stay awhile. Your dirty rain boots sloshed through pools of muck and slick grass as you huddle close to Joshua under the umbrella. However it seemed as though Albert had disappeared, his faded yellow overalls and ripped fishing hat nowhere to be seen.

That it until Joshua caught him staring into the line of pine trees that marked the forests edge. The amount of grave stones began to lessen until only a few dotted here and there, Alberts shovel propped up against one of them. He didn’t seem to detect your approach, in fact his body seemed still as stone. Exchanging a glance with your partner you slowly break away from him and stand next to Albert.

You followed his strained gaze into the forest, slowly pivoting your head with your lips pressed together. For some reason you could feel the thump of your heart beating inside your chest like you were about to experience the jump scare of a life time. But instead you see nothing, absolutely nothing but the branches of pine trees bobbing in the rough breeze. Just as you reach out to place your hand on Alberts shoulder Joshua is beside you his eyes wide as he squints into the woods.

“Did you just see that?”

“See what?”

“That glint just then, behind that tree trunk. It was like a tiny flash of light.”

Suddenly Albert snapped to his senses like he had just woke up from a coma. He quickly stares between you and Joshua before taking a few steps back and reaching out for his shovel. “You are finished with the examination?” He questions like nothing had happened. Instead you ignore his question asking one of your own. “Why were you staring into the trees?” Joshua is by your side again, pulling the umbrella over your head as a few drops of rain splash on your skin.

“Just looking at a squirrel that’s all. If your work here is done then I should be going back to the shed. Have a nice day.” Just like that, Albert scuttles away weaving his path through the gravestones like he’d been here his whole life. Shrugging your shoulders you tug Joshua away from the tree line and out to the road but not before spearing one glance back into the row of pine trees. And at that moment your heart stops for you swear you saw a face between the trunks.

Finally you finish writing the report. Scooting backwards in your office chair you approach the printer and watch in satisfaction as clean crisp pages of papers slip out. Gathering them up you hurry towards the office of your boss. Giving a few hard knocks you wait until his raspy voice is heard from the other side. The moment you enter the stench of cigarette smoke hits your nose and fills your lungs. You almost drop your report as you cough into the side of your elbow.

“I thought you were trying to quit smoking.” You huff, your voice strained against the poisonous air. Your boss burns out the end of his smoke, tossing it carelessly in the trash before shooting you an apologetic glance. “It’s not easy you know.” Setting the papers down on his desk you push them in his direction noticing the empty pack of cigarettes next to the stapler. His eyes brighten at the sight as he quickly reaches into his desk and pulls out a wad of cash.

“You are absolutely brilliant! I can always count on you to go above my expectations. For all your hard work, here’s a tiny reward.” Your eyes widen as your boss slips off the elastic around the money and pushes off some of the cash. “Where did you get all that?” You exclaim in shock always thinking your boss blew his money on all the cigarette packs laying around his office. “I know some people. It’s 150 dollars, spend it wisely.” As much as you wanted to seem humble and selfless you were quite the opposite.

Money was tight and you could hardly afford your apartment. You would take what you could get. Swiping the cash off the table you give your boss an appreciative nod and thank him for his generosity. On the way out of his office something catches your eye in the corner of his shelf. A photo of a crowd of people standing in front of a building. You had passed his shelf many times, not caring about his baseball trophies or little antiques that had stories worth a thousand words. But this photo was new and it captured your curiosity.

“New photo?” You ask as your boss rises from his chair and walks beside you. With his arms folded behind his back he releases a long sigh. “It’s a photo of the day this business was opened. Almost 40 years ago. That building is the one you’re currently standing in.” Carefully you reach for the frame looking at your boss for permission before taking a closer look. You notice your boss with his arm around a young mans shoulder, a proud smile on his face. Also one thing you noticed was their shadows. It was sunny the day the photo was taken.

“Who’s this?” You point to the young man as your boss takes the photo into his own chubby fingers. He examines it closely before smacking his lips. “Of course! This is Albert, Albert Stewart.” You almost choke on your spit in surprise, not expecting to hear that name. “Is that the Albert that works at the Churchill Cemetery?” The same proud smile from the photo appears on his face, creases gathering by the sides of his eyes. “It sure is.”

“But the two girls who disappeared from the cemetery Joshua and I examined the other day, their last names were Stewart.” You squeezed your fists while probing your mind for a conclusion. “Is he their father?” Your boss was no longer at your side, instead he was opening another pack of cigarettes. “Albert never had any kids, they could be his brothers perhaps.” Your mind began to ache at all the possibilities.

You realized it was better to dismiss the situation seeing more than half the mysteries is this city were never solved anyways. Taking one last glance at the photo and then at the cash stuffed in your pocket you announce your leave. “Urbem Lamia.” Your fingers pause as they wrap around the doorknob, your face turning hollow. “What?”

“It’s just something Albert would say whenever it was sunny. He would go I guess we’re aren’t the Ubrem Lamia today. Never knew what it meant, never asked. He was always a strange fellow.”

“Indeed.” You reply quickly before rushing out the door. After snatching your jacket off the hook you begin to walk home, focusing on the watery sidewalks with the streetlights reflected in them. Cars sped by along the streets, a cool spray of water following in their path as it dampened your skin. However an uneasy feeling had settled inside your gut and it followed you all the way home.

The sun will come out tomorrow,
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun,
Just thinkin’ about tomorrow,
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow,
When I’m stuck with a day that’s grey and lonely,
I just stick my chin up with a grin and say,
The sun will come out tomorrow.

What a depressing day to be replaying the song from Annie, it’s lyrics stuck clearly in your head until you sang it without even thinking about it. You leaned back in your chair inside the small café, a swirl of steam brewing up from your coffee. The sky was dark and gloomy like usual with the expressionless faces of the cities people strutting by. You poked at your late breakfast with your fingers until you peeled away the muffins wrapper and tossed it on the plate taking a big bite and hardly chewing before your swallowed.

“Careful or you might choke.” Your eyes met with Joshua’s sparkly ones as he entered the café with some coins in his palm. Taking a swig from your coffee you give him a scrunched up face as a reply in which he laughs with his little eye smile. Joshua also purchases a late breakfast, sitting down across from you with his jacket sliding down his arms. Taking a bite from his bagel he gazes out the window, the people reflected in his glossy eyes.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” You tell him while fiddling with your fingers. “Did you know Albert from the cemetery use to work for our boss when he first started his business?” Joshua cocked an eyebrow as he devoured his bagel obviously hungry. After wiping his mouth with the napkin he shook his head. “I didn’t know, how did you figure it out?”

“Just a conversation with him when I stopped by his office last night. Who knows what else he’s hiding.” A soft chuckle escapes Joshua’s lip as he leans back in his chair. “Yeah I’m sure he’s hiding a lot.” You give Joshua an eye roll for his sarcastic tone while finishing your coffee, enjoying the last of its flavour before it’s gone. “You know that stupid Urbem Lamia thing you were talking about, Albert use to mention how the city would lose that title on sunny days.”

“Well obviously, vampires don’t like the sun so they’d hide away.” Pressing your lips together you give your head a shake. Vampires don’t exist, it’s just a bunch of wives tales. As you both clean up your table in the café you slip out onto the streets and head back to work. Break was nice but staying cooped up in a tiny office cubicle seemed so much better. Just before you enter the buildings front entrance you notice Joshua’s fingers freeze around the handle.

Glancing over at him you notice how he reads over a text on his phone with a worried expression, his fingertips turning white from squeezing the case too hard. You nudge his shoulder asking him if everything was alright which is when he turns to you with a puzzled but depressed expression. “Going back to the topic of Albert,” a pause as Joshua glances once more at his phone screen, “he’s been murdered.”

Alberts body was discovered at around 6am by his wife, who came to investigate the cemetery when he didn’t come home from work. The whole area was plastered with caution tape as there were police officers not only at Alberts shed but also around the area where the bodies were missing. You stiffened next to Joshua as officers walked in and out of the shed trying to seem like they had a clue what they were doing. The same uneasiness pooled into your stomach when you noticed your boss pull up in his dark blue truck, his wife stepping out beside him.

The officers wouldn’t let anyone past the caution tape until your boss approached, letting him hop over to check out the scene. His wife waited by the truck, her body wrapped in an expensive fur coat while her eyes were covered by an extra large pair of shades. You follow Joshua over to the place where your boss had slipped past uttering an I’m with him to get by. Chills crept down your spine as you approach the shed an officer talking quietly with your boss.

There laying in his own pool of dried blood was Albert, his eyes now a milky white colour with his skin looking sickly pale. You swallow thickly upon taking in the sight a churning feeling developing in your stomach. A loud yelp sounds behind you as you turn your head catching sight of an old women being ushered to sit down on a wobbly bench. You guessed it was his wife from the way she dabbed a white cloth at her cheeks and the gold ring on her finger. “Joshua this is terrible.” You mutter while stepping out of the shed.

“I know, he seemed like a nice guy.” As your fingers rake through your messy hair you find yourself blowing out a huff of annoyance. Annoyance at how everyone around here seemed to be getting picked off like flies. You feel Joshua’s arm lounge around your shoulders to comfort you when a quiet conversation between two officers capture your attention. Focusing in on the sounds of their hushed voices you find it hard to believe their words.

“There’s two tiny holes on the side of his neck, almost covered by his shirt. It’s like a bite mark.”

“You think it was an animal?”

“Maybe, it’s hard to tell what happened to him or how he bled out like that.”

Though you wanted to listen further, a sharp breeze down the back of your neck snapped you away. Joshua glanced at you in surprise when you whipped around but it was you who was now glancing in surprise at the face you met. A young man, maybe around your age with a playful smirk on his flower pink lips. His skin was a smooth milky colour with jet black hair that perfectly framed his mischievous features. Your gaze fell across his sharp jawline and exposed collarbones that rested under his skin.

But what caught you the most was his beautiful shimmering eyes. Though they were a dark chocolate brown they held a mysterious glint that had shivers prickling along your skin. His stare was bold and had your body feeling as cold as ice. “Were you a friend of Alberts?” His voice had your cheeks flushing a scarlet red, so calm and smooth. A voice you could listen to all day. Swallowing dryly you try to form a sentence but Joshua beats you to it.

“We chatted with him a few times. Just coming to check things out. Sad things had to end this way for him.” Joshua’s face was blank and expressionless as he spoke but you took note of his fidgety fingers telling you he was nervous. “Did you know him?” You ask your voice sounding tiny and quiet. The young man eyes moved slowly from Joshua to you, once again paralyzing you with his stare. A chuckle falls from his pretty lips as the glint flashes in his eyes.

“How could I not? Most of these bodies weren’t buried by him you know.” A still silence hung in the air, the sounds of people’s rushed discussion being carried away by the wind. “You helped Albert bury bodies?” Joshua questioned with a raised eyebrow as though he didn’t believe the young mans words.

“You think I’m lying?” His head cocked to the side as he took a step forward causing you to flush with panic. He may have been a handsome sight but he was as equally intimidating. Grabbing a hold of the fabric on Joshua’s coat you drag him back slightly. “We believe you.” You giggle nervously while you feel Joshua stiffen beside you at the fact you would surrender so easily. However you weren’t taking any chances with this mysterious stranger.

“Relax, you look like I’m going to hurt you.” His smooth voice flows through your ears and you almost wish you could block it out. He slowly approaches you and and Joshua with an out stretched palm a crooked smirk painted on his lips. “I’m Jun.” He announces proudly while waiting for one of you to return the gesture. “Joshua.” You observe as they share a firm hand shake holding one another’s gazes as though they were stalking prey.

Questioning whether or not a crime scene was the right place to be making friends with someone you reluctantly shook his hand but found yourself biting your lip to hold back a tiny gasp. Though his skin was soft it was also shockingly cold, like shaking hands with an ice cube.
Giving him a tiny smile you shrink under his steady stare while giving your name. “Your heart is beating like a drum. Why so nervous?” Jun pulls away while rolling up the sleeves on his loose black jacket, his eyes scanning up and down your body.

“I’m not nervous I guess just a little all over the place because of what happened.”

Jun tugged his lower lip between this teeth before brushing past you and Joshua. “Don’t worry, the sun will come out tomorrow.”

A/N; Vampire Jun for everyone:) pls pray for me I am weak when it comes to this boy anyways I’m hoping to turn this into a short series and I hope you enjoy it^^


So, why does this exist, you may ask. The answer is simple. I’m trash.

I’ve been addicted to the Heathers Musical lately, which is basically a musical version of my favourite movie ever. And one thing that not a lot of people know about me is I am theatre trash. A total dork for musicals and plays and whatnot. But, Heathers the Musical is set in a high school. And when I think of high school, I think of bullying. And when I think of anything at all, I find a way to put Rarijack into it. So that’s your explanation. I like drawing rarijack and I like drawing jocks picking on nerds/dorks/geeks/losers and I especially like it when said jock is only picking on said nerd/dork/geek/loser because they have a crush on them because I find that cute for some reason???

I guess this is an AU, where Rarity likes softball, and football (soccer, for those in the US and whatnot). And is a massive jerk.

And where AJ is short and likes astronomy and maths??? And she is definitely in Band. Oh my god, she’s in band. She plays the tuba or something.

They are both seniors, so I’m going to tag this as senior au, in case I accidentally draw the other characters in similar predicaments.

Rarity is your typical American High school bully (insinuating I know what a typical American bully is like, I don’t live in America and never have/will, but I’ve seen lots and lots of high school movies so that’s enough right???) She shoves Applejack and her tiny bod into lockers, bins, the instrument lockers, etc. She forcefully sits beside her at lunch, trips her, shoves sappy Valentine’s Day cards in her locker, forces her to be her date to every social event, yep. Sometimes she grabs AJ by the scruff (an Irish slang that means by the collar of her shirt) very viciously and makes out with her behind the bleachers. Normal bully stuff.

Applejack just really likes astronomy. And probably wants to be an astronaut. You don’t need to be good at running to be an astronaut right? You probably do who am I kidding. Otherwise she’s pretty much the same, except she is smol now. And is less proud. Her granny is absolutely like, ‘applejack u loser get your head out of the clouds u will nevr be an astronaut we r not rich how in hell would we afford to get you trained?????’

See? This is what happens when I attempt to draw something without any thought or backstory behind it. My horrible brain makes up an entire universe around it. Why am I like this?
Sorry for filling your feed with trash it’s not my fault this is who I am


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Antonin was lost.

He knew his name, he knew where he worked, and he knew where he lived. Yet, he was still lost.


Sometimes he would swear he saw things others didn’t.

Sometimes, when he was sweeping the aisles of the Market he worked at, he thought: This isn’t what a broom is for.


Sometimes, he made things happen.


“I don’t know what he was doing there Hermione! I just got the call to come pick him up.” Harry’s floating green head explained.

“Why are you calling me about it?”

“Because. Well, I think you need to see him.”

“Why would I need to see him?”

“He’s….. He’s not the same. Something is…. Something is wrong.”


She hated him.

Antonin was sure of it.

Yet still, she stuck around. Taught him things.

“Where do you work?” She asked him grudgingly, stirring her coffee without actually touching the spoon. Antonin tried not to gape.

“A, um, the Market on 6th.”

She looked up at him through her lashes. “A muggle Market?”

“Muggle?” Antonin wondered out loud. He knew that word…. “Right. That’s what you call people who aren’t like you. The ones who don’t have magic.”

She sighed into her coffee. “People who aren’t like us.”


“It’s his memory. It’s gone. Well, not gone exactly. But, everything he knew about magic, it seems to be missing.”

“Tell me again, why is that my problem?” Hermione crossed her arms.

“I had Draco look into his memories. Try to find the what went wrong.” Harry hesitated. “Remember when we were on the run? It was right after the wedding. Antonin was one of the Death Eaters that found us at that cafe…” Harry trailed off.

Hermione uncrossed her arms. “This is my fault.”


She still didn’t like him.

But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem.

The problem was that he liked her.

Antonin knew he probably shouldn’t like her, shouldn’t want her. Knew that in muggle world, something like this wouldn’t be accepted, but all of that faded away when she was near.


“You met with him?” Harry asked when Hermione turned up on his doorstep late one night.

“He… Harry…” Hermione looked up at him, her expressive eyes pleading with him.

Harry pulled her into his arms, “It was an accident. I know you only meant to take away the memory of us that night.”

Hermione shuddered, “Was it though, Harry? Was it an accident?”

Harry didn’t answer, just rubbed her back and made soothing noises as she stared blankly at the wall.


He showed up at her door, a bouquet of flowers in hand. “These are for you.” He thrusted them toward her and Hermione took an involuntary step back. Antonin frowned at the action.

Hermione cursed herself for the instincts that had kept her alive for so long. She took a step forward, reaching for the flowers. Their fingers tangled together around the stems and Hermione felt a shock when they touched that made her blush. “Thank you Antonin.”

He gulped, unsure what the electric charge between them meant. “You’re welcome.”


“How’s it going?” Harry asked, watching her from across the small round cafe table.

“It’s- He’s-” Hermione sighed and looked at him again with those pleading eyes, willing him to understand. “He’s not the same person anymore.”


Getting a wand was both a new and old experience.

He hated the way people -witches and wizards, he reminded himself- pulled away from him. The fear in their eyes and the hate etched on their faces made him feel both proud and immeasurably guilty. He shrank back from them, hoping that if he seemed smaller, if they couldn’t see his face, then maybe they wouldn’t loathe him.

He loved the way she stood by him. His Hermione walked past them all, head held high, as she led him through the crowds. Once, she even took his hand when the crowd seemed to close in around him, pulling him along behind her. Her small hand was warm, almost hot, in his larger one. It wasn’t soft as he expected, but rough with callouses. It felt like being found.


“I think you should find a new teacher for him.” Hermione stated as she stood in the middle of his office, rather than sitting like she normally would. She held herself stiffly, as if she were bracing herself against harsh words.

“Why?” Harry asked, he already had an idea of why, had suspected it over the last few months as they had grown closer.

She bit her lip, “Things have gotten… complicated.”


He had started bringing her flowers every time they met.

And then they started meeting more often.

She blushed every time.

Antonin would hold his breath, waiting for this time -this time- to be the one where she didn’t take the flowers, the time she didn’t blush, the time their fingers didn’t brush and he would be deprived of that tingle of awareness.

But every day she took them. And every day she blushed. And every day their fingers would touch and that little shock would run through him and he wondered.

Wondered if she felt it too.

He wondered right up until the day she took hold of the flowers and wrapped her hand around his own. His eyes widened as she rose to her tiptoes and leaned in close. He inhaled greedily- noting her scent of vanilla and parchment and the coffee she drank in copious amounts- and held his breath when her lips touched his cheek lightly. So soft they could have been goose down feathers. She lingered and her puff of breath warmed his cheek and sent goosebumps racing across his skin. She pulled back and searched his eyes. When she smiled, he released the breath he had been holding and when she turned away, he put a hand to the cheek she had kissed and swore he would never forget this moment.


She was drunk when she showed up on his doorstep.


“I do’ I don’ like ‘im Harry.” Her words were slurred and Harry quickly pulled her inside.

“Please tell me you didn’t apparate here.” He begged and checked her over for injuries. He had never seen Hermione like this before and he was worried about what may have caused her to drink so much.

“He’s no’ a good wizard ‘Arry. He’s no’” She stumbled as she tried to walk. “‘Course I didn’ ap’rate! I walked.” She told him as he settled her on the couch. She slumped forward into his arms and the smell of firewhisky on her breath was so strong it made his eyes sting.

Harry blinked as her slurred words began to clear up in his mind. “Is this about Antonin?”

She nodded sadly and sniffled. “I don’ like ‘im, ‘Arry. But, tha’s the problem. I do. I do like ‘im. So so much. Did you know he smells so good ‘Arry? I won *hiccup* I won’ner what he uses. An his hair! His hair is so dark and soft looking. Do you think it’s sof’ ‘Arry?”

She looked up at him with doleful eyes and Harry tried not to snort in amusement. He didn’t quiet succeed, but Hermione seemed to take it as an affirmative answer and nodded. “‘Course you do. Bu’ I can’ like ‘im! It’s wrong!”

Harry laid her back on the couch and brushed her wild curls out of her face. “You probably won’t remember this, but it’s okay to like him, you know? He’s a different person now. Isn’t that what you told me?” He smiled as she bunched the pillow under her head. “I think we had a similar conversation about Draco once.”

“Its differ’nt.” She mumbled sleepily and burrowed under the blanket Harry had summoned and draped over her.

Harry smiled down at her, her soft snores all too familiar. “Is it Hermione? Is it really?”


He wasn’t sure who started it, but he didn’t really care. She was on top of him, pushing him back into the mattress and his hands were up her shirt. When she pulled it off, his eyes widened at the sight of the long purple scar that ran from her shoulder to the opposite hip.

He traced it, his fingers dancing across the raised surface. She shivered under his touch. “Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice laced with anger. He would make that person pay. Man, woman, witch or wizard, they would pay for hurting her.

She took his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. “A wizard did this. A very bad wizard who didn’t know any better.”

He looked deep into her eyes, searching. “Is he….?” He trailed off, too afraid of what answer was hiding in her eyes.

She kissed him. Hard. Teeth clashed together as she held his hand in one of her own against her chest. She pulled away panting, “He’s gone now. He’s gone now and that’s all that matters.”

Antonin nodded along and pulled her body back down until they were sharing breath. She moved against him and he pulled her tighter, kissing the delicate skin on her neck. She vanished the rest of their clothing and they both gasped at the skin-on-skin contact.

She balanced herself on her knees and positioned them both. When he slid into her for the first time, Antonin was sure that the muggles were wrong. Heaven wasn’t some place high above the clouds. Heaven was watching the woman he loved move above him, rising and falling to her own pace. Heaven was the wonder in her face as their combined heat brought a flush to her cheeks. Heaven, heaven was her face tilted toward the sky as she rode through her pleasure, her nails leaving red marks across his stomach and her breath coming in pants.

Heaven was watching her as he held onto her waist and prayed this would never end.

Antonin pulled her hips down as he pushed up. He threw his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes as he found his own release inside of her. Panting slightly, she slid off of him. They rolled over and he pulled her close, until her back was pressed against his chest. He pushed the sweat dampened hair off her neck and trailed soft kisses from between her shoulder blades to just under her hairline. “That’s all that matters.” He agreed.

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anonymous asked:

Hc of the RFA members + V and Saeran of how they prepare to propose/what they say/what happens when you say yes please! I love your blog so much


• he didnt do something elaborate, but something from the heart
• he looked up recipes for your favorite food and dessert as well as making sure you were gone all day so he could prep
• you came home to find him dressed nicely and the table set with candles and your favorite dish
• you didn’t ask him about it till halfway through, and he wouldnt stop blushing and fidgeting
• “Yoosung, what is all this for?” “N-nothing!”
• Of course you didnt believe that, but you waited
• you were eating dessert when he started fumbling over his words
• “Okay, s-so, you know I love you. Not in the way I loved Rika, and I know you arent her! I promise! And I just- we’ve been together for awhile now and Everyday i love you more-” “Yoosung, just ask me.” “W-what” “Babe.” “O-okay.. Will you M-marry me”
• you said yes and kissed him senseless, dessert forgotten

• he had to ask his boss if it was okay to do what he was planning
• he invited you to his latest music, and that wasn’t odd, but he was very insistent you go
• of course you did
• it was beautiful, and when they all bowed you thought was over
• that is until Zen lingered on the stage and cleared his throat
• “ladies and gentlemen, before you go I have one last thing to do.”
• he called you up to the stage and you were like?? what the fuck is up to??
• and when you got up there he got down on one knee
• “Everyday with you is the best day of my life. Will you please make the rest of my life the best days possible? ”
• the crowd applauded as you said yes and kissed him on stage while crying

• she wanted to do something very thoughtful
• she took you stargazing, which she knew you liked
• she had brought some wine and some dessert that you ate as you talked about space
• you could tell she was distracted by something
• she had brought a floating lantern and said that you should be the one to let it go
• you were so happy
• as you held it, the warm light bounced off Jaehee’s face and just WOW
• you let it go and both watched as it slowly drifted away
• it wasn’t until it was a dot in the distance that she got on her knee, surprising you
• “will you marry me?”
• you ended up crying while kissing her all over her face

• He went the stereotypical way
• he took you to your favorite ritzy restaurant
• he was dressed to a T, hair gelled into place, and eyes kind
• all eyes were on him and you couldnt help but feel a flash of pride bc he was with YOU
• He was an absolute gentlemen
• he pulled out your chair, took you coat, etc
• you wondered what occasion it was
• it wasnt your anniversary or
• everything was completely normal till after dinner
• he reached across the table and grabbed your hands
• “Everyday was the same boring thing. Nothing interesting happened, it was monotone- until I met you”
• He then got down on one knee and the whole restaurant turned to watch
• “ will you make my life an adventure by marrying me?”
• you said yes and fell to the ground to hug him

• he wanted to do something interesting, but not /too weird
• Recent google searches: Fun ways to propose; picnic food; people with planes near me; cool things to say when proposing; parks near me
• you found it weird that he wanted to go on a picnic since he wasn’t exactly an outdoorsy type, but you shrugged it off
• he dressed nicely in a button up and you were like??!
• he had the whole shabam for a picnic
• wicker basket, checkered blanket, etc
• he had packed sandwiches, honey buddha chips, and DP
• he was his same old self
• after eating, he insisted you both cloud watch
• soon, a plane flew by, and attached to the back was a banner that read “will you marry me, MC?”
• You jerked to look at Seven and he was smirking
• you said yes and heard him whisper “all according to the plan-e”

• anyone who is blind, rich, and a photographer is eccentric
• his idea was better in thought than in reality
• it actually turned into a mess
• he invited you to go fly in a hot air ballon
• you agreed reluctantly
• in his defense, it started off fine
• but the higher you got, the more scared you felt
• you told him yes bc you would feel bad telling him you hated being this high
• you had no clue where you were supposed to be going, and it wasnt like V could tell where you where going
• right when you were high enough you felt like you were going to be sick he proposed
• “you make my heart soar; will you marry me?”
• you said yes right before fainting

• his was more of a spontaneous sort of affair
• you both usual had a date night often enough, and that night he insisted on doing what ever you wanted
• you decided to go rollerskating
• it would have been a lot smoother if he had known how to skate
• you spent most of the night trying to get him away from the wall and to actually skate
• it was actually rather amusing
• they had a jukebox and you played a really cheesy romance song
• finally near the end of the night you got him to actually skate with you
• it was fun til you fell and dragged him down with you
• you were a pile of giggles and you noticed he was agitated so you asked him what was wrong
• “well, maybe the fact that i was going to propose to you, but ive made nothing but a fool of myself so you’ll probably just say no. Im such an idiot.”
• you kissed his cheek and said youd be honored to marry him, biggest idiot in the world or not

Title: Gay Best Friends

 Prompt: Dean and Cas live in the shy town of Jebbsville, where no one in the history of any of the schools has come out as even mildly homosexual. They’ve both been gay since elementary school, but haven’t actually come out in fear of how everyone will react to the first gay. They have to though, for anyone else that attends the school who is also afraid, and to put themselves out there in the world. And to find boyfriends for each other. 

Pairings: Dean and Cas (Destiel) 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Charlie, Lisa, Benny, Garth, and Joe


 "This is a terrible idea,“ Cas said, quickly snatching his phone away from Dean. He was lucky he got it; Dean was only holding the phone with one hand, the other was buried in Cas’s hair.

 “Hey! I wasn’t done! And why do you think this is a bad idea? It’s actually the exact opposite,” Dean tried to grab the phone back, but if he leaned any further he would fall off the bed on Cas, who was sitting on the ground in front of him, the side of his head leaning on Dean’s leg.

“No, it’s not. It’s a terrible idea, and the more I think about it, the more I can’t believe I almost let you get away with it.

“What? We need to find boyfriends, Cas. How else are we when we can’t even come out to all the friggin’ loosers that go to our school?”

Cas closed and deleted the dating app that Dean downloaded. Cas shook his head; he got so caught up in what Dean was doing, or what Dean wanted that sometimes he didn’t even realize the seriousness of what they were doing.

What if someone from school saw and told everyone? What if he went on a date with someone from there and they tried to hurt him? Or worse-what if his brother found it?

He couldn’t handle it.

“I don’t know, Dean.” Cas answered his question, realizing he took too long. “We’re screwed. We’ll be single forever. I’ll die a virgin. You’ll die without fucking a guy.”

“Oh no, I’m not gonna let you die a virgin.” Dean said. He raked his hands through Cas’s hair.

Cas smiled. He remembered the first time he heard that-back when Dean and Cas had just started being real friends-before they told each other they were gay.

Cas was 13 and Dean was 14 and they both knew they were gay already, but no one else, not even each other knew.

It was a Friday after school, and Cas was spending the night at Dean’s house.

They were riding bikes and talking about music when it happened.

Cas had just said, “How much better is ACDC than Nirvana, really?” and Dean was thinking of an answer, but then his eyes grew huge and he started to say something along the lines of “Cas! Car, move!” when he got hit.

The next thing he remembers is Dean straddling his head and shouting his name as he called 911.

“He’s awake! He’s awake!”

Cas could only make out the greenness of his eyes and the curves of his face. Everything else was a blur.

“Say somethin’ Cas, damn it!”

When the ambulance got there, they let Dean ride with him.

“A hit and run. Someone better find that bastard who hit em.” Was the first thing Cas heard when he woke up in his hospital bed.

Dean was talking to some nurse, or doctor, Cas doesn’t really remember.

He just remembers how happy he was to wake up and find that Dean was there waiting on him.

He didn’t even notice how badly his head hurt until he tried to say something. All he got out was “Oww,” but it was enough because Dean turned to face him.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

A bunch of nurses rushed in to ask him questions. Later Dean told him it was because they felt bad for him-he had no family to be there for him. his parents were dead, so he lived with his brother, but he was out of town that weekend. Cas thinks it had something to do with work, but he cant quite remember.

Later they took the bus home, and it was quiet. Neither of them said anything, until Dean said, “You scared the hell outta me man, I though you were dead.” Dean smirked at him. “But I wasn’t gonna let you die a virgin, you looser.” 

Cas closed his eyes. Dean was still raking his hands through Cas’s hair.

He remembered how on that bus ride home the sun was setting and Dean was sitting by the window and when he looked at Dean, it couldn’t even try to compete with him.

He remembers thinking that Dean was beautiful. He remembers pushing the thought away-liking straight boys wasn’t a good idea.

Cas may have been having romantic thought about him, but the one thing he was comfortable with thinking was that they would be friends, best friends, forever. No matter what.

He wasn’t going to let some romance get in the way and ruin the good friendship that they had.

Cas, in fact, hadn’t felt that way towards Dean since that day on the bus ever again. And he was very okay with that.

Cas remembers the time when he came out to Dean, one year after the hit and run.

He hadn’t really planned it out, but he had been thinking about it for years.

They were at his house, jumping on the trampoline.

Dean was talking about Balthazar, Dean’s lab partner and Cas’s major crush.

Dean was saying, "I mean, the dude’s really smart; he really knows chemical reactions.”

And Cas was thinking what the hell. “Dean, about Balthazar,” Cas began to speak, but the words got gumbled together and he started to panic.

What was he doing? He can’t tell anyone he’s gay!


“Look, I’m going to be honest and say that I have been hiding something from you.”

Dean blinked. “What?”

And Cas just couldn’t.

 What was he doing?

Cas took a deep breath. He was going to do it.

And as soon as Cas opened his mouth the words fell out so effortlessly that Cas was surprised at how it happened so fast.

Then he realized he wasn’t the one who said them.

Dean was.

Dean Winchester admitting that he’s gay was the second most likely thing to happen that day, though. The first was finding out that they both had a crush on Balthazar. In the end they both lost, he moved.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean saying his name pulled him back into the hair raking, leg cuddling present.


“Would you kiss a random dude in the hallway at school for ten bucks?”

‘If you could find some dude to pay me ten bucks for me to kiss them, I would ask you where the hell the guy has been hiding all my life.“

"So you would?” Dean sounded sleepy.

“Yeah, I would. Right in front of everybody.” No he wouldn’t. But what the hell?

He always got caught up in Dean Winchester.

Cas left a few hours later, when cuddling with Dean was dangerous, since his dad got home soon after. They weren’t dating, but being gay was acting like you were anyways, because cuddling feels nice when its with your friends when your gay, or a girl. Or both. Rarely neither.

The next day at school, Cas was entering the cafeteria to meet up with Dean.

They ate with all of their friends like they always do. They had chicken that day, but Cas didn’t eat much. It was gross.

Then, they all were walking to English, but Cas had to stop by his locker, so they all waited on him (Charlie, Benny, Lisa, Garth, and Jo).

Cas grabbed his notebook and closed his locker. When he turned around, Dean was holding a ten dollar bill in his hand, and everyone was quiet.

What was happening?

Dean was talking, Cas thinks he said, “I found someone who would pay you ten bucks for a kiss: me.”

Cas wasn’t sure, though. The only thing he was sure about was that since that bus ride home that day with Dean, he had seen many sunsets. All of them beautiful with all of their colors, and clouds. The hues of purple, red, and orange all rolled into one.

It was all natural; all beautiful, yet it couldn’t even be compared to the beauty of this Dean Winchester.

He was wrong, though. He had felt that way about Dean after the bus ride back. So many times, actually. Cas was confusing friendship with love.

He had both, but now he could have so much more. No more platonic stuff, this was real.

He realized in fact, that after he threw down his notebook and pinned Dean against the locker, the taste of his lips in his mouth, that Dean was very real.

He was kissing Dean hard, and their friends were cheering and videoing it with their phones.

Cas was too caught up in Dean to find it in him to care.

His Hug

Author: Sarah
Word Count: 1012
Summary: Headed into a Meet and Greet, All Lacey wants is a hug from Harry Styles 

Hey Guys! I know its been awhile since we have posted and we are very sorry for that! We are trying to get situated with school and jobs and such. We hopefully will be posting more soon. But here is a small story I thought of, Im thinking of posting a part two. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by haroldmysmolbaby

I couldn’t breathe. My throat was closing and my lungs felt heavy. My mind was racing and my hands were shaking. I could feel my breath moving over the scratchiness in my dry throat as I stood in line. I looked down at my outfit pulling at the ends of my shorts. I was wearing a white crop top and high waisted shorts, my favorite red flannel was tied around my waist and a beanie sat on top my long curled brown hair.  A hand touched my shoulder and I looked over to see my best friends looking at me concerned. I closed my mouth and tried to get some feeling back into me.

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Favorite screenshots part 2. (2014)

If i was forced to pick an all time favorite shot, the first one, from bioshock infinite: burial at sea would probably be it. Its taken in an inaccessible area, right below where you actually walk around and it has everything i look for in a screenshot. Good memories, an interesting perspective, beautiful graphics, contrasting colors and a bit of mystery. When i flew the camera down here for the first time and saw rapture glowing in the depths, it immediately brought back the feelings i had during the initial decent to rapture, in the first bioshock. Trying to recapture that, was my first priority for this shot. From there, i also wanted to showcase the beautiful architecture and art direction inside rapture. Another thing i like to do when taking a screenshot is to include something, that i think compliments the scene or is an interesting addition. In this pic, its the independence banner, one of raptures core principles. Getting all of these things in a cramped area, without adjusting the fov too high was a challenge, but possible, if i got back into the very corner.

The second shot is of elizabeth, from bioshock infinite. This was taken after you find chen lins body and the lutece twins appear. Once they enter the area, the lights dim (which helps block out the ugly background) and liz makes this concerned face, which perfectly matched her disheveled clothes.

The third one is from deus ex: human revolution. I thought adam looking at this mannequin/puppet kind of goes with one of the themes of the game, which is, augmentations could be another way for organizations to control you. Its almost like adam is wondering if hes exactly the same as what hes looking at. Because of a couch in the way, a portrait aspect ratio is the only way this would work. The one thing i dislike about it though, is that he doesnt cast a shadow. Sadly, nothing could be done about that.

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a constant - best friend!michael

keywords: best friend!michael, fluff, angst, drugs
warnings: drugs tw
word count: 2199

Michael Clifford had been in your life for as long as you can remember. Almost every single childhood memory that alluded to your happiness evolved around him being your best friend. You moved next to him when you were just about five years old. 

You remember the day clearly, the moving truck was outside and the movers were helping your mom move in all the stuff into your new home. Your mom had focused your attention outside so you would be out of their way while they were getting the inside of the house situated. This caused you to explore everything this new place had to offer your little imagination. You were running up and down the hedges near the property line of your house when you heard someone talking.

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Self medication

Imagine Dean, Sam, and Cas meet your bestfriend and she gets Dean and Cas high for the first time. Cas and your best friend hit it off and Dean starts falling for you.

Today was the day that you were going to introduce Liliana to the boys. She had been your best friend for about 7 years now and you’ve known the boys about a year and a half. There was a case in your hometown and you told her you would stop by to say hi. The boys offered to come with and you told them you would love to introduce you guys to each other. When you pulled up to her house it smelt like it usually did. Like marijuana. You hadn’t smoked since you had left with the boys to hunt with them. When you got out of the car Sam spoke “It smells like pot here.” “I know. Did I forget to tell you that Lili likes to get high a lot.” You chuckled and all three boys rolled their eyes.

You knocked on the door and when it opened big clouds of smoke came pouring out. “Y/N!” Liliana yelled and pulled you in for a hug. “I missed you so much!” you squealed. “Lili this is Cas, Sam, and Dean.” Liliana’s mouth dropped open. “You mean THE Sam, Cas, and Dean.” “Yes.” You laughed. Liliana was the biggest supernatural fan you knew. She had read like every book at least 7 times. “OH MY GOD!” She yelled. “Come inside!” She gestured you and the boys inside. You took your usual spot in the tye-dye bean bag and the boys sat on the couch. Liliana was in the middle of packing her bong when she jolted up. “Oh my god im sorry. Where are my manners? You don’t mind if Y/N and I smoke do you?” Your head shot up “What!?” all 4 of you spoke. “I mean you guys can hit it to. If you want.” Dean and Cas smiled at you and eachother. Sam rolled his eyes. “You guys go ahead. Im going to go grab my laptop.”

Liliana ran into the other room to grab more bean bags. It was the rule of the house. If you were smoke you had to sit in a bean bag. You both came up with the rule when you were 17 and it just stuck. You got to take the first hit because it had been so long. You coughed a little bit and Cas laughed at you. “What? Do you think this is easy?” You asked. “It looks very easy, yes.” He answered. “Alright, lets see you try.” You handed Castiel the contraption. He took the biggest hit he could holding it all in. Liliana and your mouths both dropped. You had never seen someone do that on their first try. You were so impressed. You gave Castiel a high five as he handed Dean the large piece of glass. Telling Dean how to hit the bong was a little more complicated then you thought it would be. Eventually Liliana and you gave up and she packed a cone. You hit it like you would a cigarette and passed it to the next person. After about 2 cones, everyone was starting to feel really hungry. It was your idea to go on an adventure and it was the best adventure ever.

When you went outside the sun blinded you. You ran to the car to get Dean’s sunglasses. “Hey! Those are mine!” “I don’t care. Im wearing them. Don’t pretend like I don’t look hot in them.” You gave Dean a playful smirk and turned to Liliana who was laying down in the grass next to Castiel. “Lili come on! Your wearing white. Stop flirting with the angle and grab the longboards.” Lili scoffed and went to the shed. “What are these longboards you speak of?” Castiel asked. “There like skateboards, except longer.” The look on Castiel’s face was priceless when he saw the boards in Liliana’s hands and she also had a piece of rope. “Oh hey Dean.” You tried kissing up to him so he would let you do what Liliana and you had planned. “Can we use your car?” You were standing really close to him and had one hand on his chest, the other rubbing his shoulder. “For what?” His voice was stern. “Lili and I want to tie this piece of rope to the back of Baby and want you to drive while we each hold on to a piece of rope. Please Dean please!” You begged him like a little kid. “Ill get you pie!” You spoke and his eyes widened. He agreed to pull you on your longboards, but only to the store and back. He really wanted pie.

Dean blared Gun’s and Rose’s Paradise City because he knew it was your favorite song. You and Liliana were singing the whole way to Walmart. When you pulled into the parking lot you put the boards in the trunk and hurried inside. You had about $120 in cash. You went up and down each aisle looking for food. When you found the pie it was like heaven on earth. There were like 30-40 different kinds of pie. You grabbed your favorites. Pumpkin, apple, lemon, and blueberry. Dean grabbed a ton of random pies, but made sure to get extra apple ones. You met Liliana and Cas at the register. There arms were full of food and drinks. When the cashier scanned the pies, she told you that there was a discount that if you bought ten pies, you got ten free ones. You only had 13 pies so you made Dean and Cas go grab more.  

When you got back to Liliana’s you all sat in the bean bags and turned on The Avengers. While you were all eating pie Sam scoffed. You all look at him and Castiel piped up “Sam there is nothing wrong with marijuana. It is a natural plant that helps relieve pain and stress. Another thing is that it helps you sleep. Also cannabis oil cures cancer. So keep quite. We are trying to watch the movie.” Sam’s eyes widened. Dean and you laughed so much. By the end of the movie there were half opened pie’s and empty soda can’s everywhere. You and Dean were completely passed out on different bean bags, while Liliana and Cas shared one. Sam left a note saying that he went back to the motel and when we were ready to come back he would pick us up.

You were the first one awake up. You checked your phone to see that it was 9:30p.m. You turned to see Liliana and Cas cuddling on your left and Dean drooling on your right. You shook Dean to wake him up and he snorted. You covered your mouth to keep quite. He sat up and wiped the drool from his chin. “What time is it?” He asked. “9:30” “Damn. Oh hey look. I think Cas likes her.” You turned your head to look even though you already knew what they were doing. “I think Sam went to the motel.” You said. Dean nodded. “Yeah, we probably should to.” “Should we wake Cas up?” You chuckled. “Nah I think he will be fine. He knows where the motel is. He can just zap back.” Dean stood up stretching his back. You did to and as soon as you put your jacket on, you were both ready to go. But before you got outside the door you stopped Dean. “Wait! Lili wont mind if we smoke a bowl before we go. Do you want to? I mean you wont get to smoke for a while.” You hopped Dean would say yes. You were not ready to walk back to the hotel sober. “Fine. But one bowl.” You smiled and hugged Dean. After you finished you were ready to leave that time. You knew you would see Lili in the morning so you didn’t bother saying goodbye yet.

It was about 60 degrees outside. You felt the nice warm summer breeze. You missed Y/H/T. As you were walking back to the motel you noticed Dean staring at you. “What?” A smile crept up on your face. “Huh oh nothing.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck nervously.


Your not sure if its just the weed or what it is but Y/N has never looked so beautiful to you. Going on and on about stories from the past. God you could listen to her talk forever. You figured the feelings would go away. You realized you had feelings for Y/N about 2 weeks ago. When she was stitching up your arm after a hunt gone bad. The way her hand moved so swiftly putting in the string for the stitch. How she was trying so hard to hurt you, and the look she had in her eyes when she finally took in the thought that you were okay. You wanted nothing more than to pull her in and kiss her but you didn’t. In this line of work, there was no having feelings or relationships because one person or the other would get hurt and no hunter can deal with the feelings of losing a loved one. Ever since that moment all you thought about was her. Today when she was standing close to you begging you to let her a tie a rope to your baby, you got butterflies. Any time she touched you, you got butterflies. But in this moment with the herb flowing through your system all of your feelings were uncontrollable. You and Y/N had stopped at a little park a few blocks away from the motel. Y/N was telling you about how she had fell off the swings and broke her wrist. She was glowing in the moon light and it was possibly the most beautiful sight you had seen. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed Y/N by the waist and pulled her close to you. You stayed in that position for a few moments when she leaned up to kiss you. You noticed her action and followed. It was the most heartfelt and passionate kiss that either of you had ever had.

You held Y/N close to you with your arm on her waist all the way back to the motel. When you walked in the room Sam was still awake “Hey guys. Why didn’t you call? I wrote a note saying I would pick you up.” Sam’s eyed widened when he noticed your arm still around Y/N’s waist.  “So um I guess you guys had fun tonight?” Sam laughed. You and Y/N blushed and looked at Sam. You and Y/N both decided that you needed showers. You went first and it was the best shower ever. Considering the herb was still in your system you felt relaxed. You had the girl you’ve always wanted, you self medicated and got to know an awesome person who was important to Y/N. Nothing could break your happiness.


Dean went to hop in the shower leaving you with Sam for about 15 minutes. You horded Deans bag looking for a t-shirt. “So Y/N. Tell me. What’s it like to be in love with my brother?” Sam teased and you playfully elbowed him. “Shut up Sammy!” He laughed even more. You grabbed the rest of your clothes for a shower and waited for Dean to get out. You sat at the end of his bed and flipped through the TV channels. It was obvious that you were bored but there was nothing else to do. When Dean came out you made sure he didn’t see that you had his shirt. You wanted to surprise him by dressing in his clothing. You entered the bathroom turning the nob on the wall and turning on the shower. You took about 10 minutes. You didn’t want to take to long because you wanted to be in Dean’s arms again. You through on his shirt over your head and walked out of the bathroom. Dean was looking through his bag “Hey Y/N have you seen my gray shir-“ He looked at you and stopped in the middle of his sentence. “Well nevermind. I guess I can go one night without a shirt.” You blushed and he walked over wrapping his arms around your waist placing a light peck on your forehead.

You and Dean climbed into bed and flipped through the black and white channels while Sam stayed at the tiny table in the corner of the room on his laptop doing research on the case. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the rhythmic movements of Deans chest moving up and down from his breathing. His hands were tangled in yours and your legs were wrapped together. It was the easiest you had fallen asleep in about 4 months. Dean being next to you was a good thing because instead of having a nightmare you had a dream about you and Dean living the “apple pie” life together. You dreamt of having two kids. A boy and a girl. You dreamt of seeing Dean rock your children to sleep. You dreamt of going to an office everyday. For a moment you thought the dream was reality because it all seemed so real. But you knew that it wasn’t. You were perfectly happy with the life you had now. Yes it would be great to have a normal life and settle down, but you loved being on the road with the boys. Endless nights staying up talking and researching and most importantly you all protected each other.

You woke up to being crushed by a man who’s body heat was causing you to sweat a little bit. You had remembered last night and smiled. You tried turning over to face Dean without waking him but your movements were to fast and before you knew it you were flipped over to face Dean and his face lit up with a soft smile. “Good morning beautiful.” You melted at his words. His beautiful sleepy features made him look irresistible. You didn’t say anything. You just lifted up and kissed Dean. You wanted to feel his lips on yours again. He cupped your cheek and moved further into the kiss. It was so passionate and loving and you knew that you could deal with waking up to that every morning.

After getting up and getting ready for the day Cas still hadn’t showed up at the motel. You and the boys began to worry when neither him nor Liliana were answering there phones. Dean told Sam to stay at the motel if Cas showed up and then motioned for you to come with him. You and Dean drove to Liliana’s house and when you pulled up to her house you didn’t even bother knocking. When you entered the living room you saw Lili and Cas sitting in the same bean bag as last night and Cas was hitting the bong. Cas was sitting in the bean bag with Dr. Who boxers and Liliana’s old highschool sweatshirt. Dean wasn’t long behind you and when he saw the sight that you did and he laughed. Some what because it was funny and there other because he was so irritated. “Don’t mean to interrupt or anything but um is there a reason you two don’t answer your phones anymore or what?” You crossed your arms sassily waiting for an answer trying to keep a straight face. “Phones are dead.” They answered in unison. “Ahhh okay well next time no one answers there phone were not coming to see if your still breathing.” Dean teased.

You invited Liliana to breakfast. Her and Cas stayed inside to change while you and Dean went to the car and waited. You sat on Deans lap with your arm around his neck and were texting Sam. ‘Found the two idjits. Were all going out to breakfast. Be at motel in 10 to pick you up. Be ready’ You moved to the middle seat when Cas and Lili got in the back and went to get Sam. Breakfast was great. You sat in between Sam and Dean while Cas sat next to Liliana. “Well looks like some good can come out of self medicating.” Sam grinned. “Im happy for all of you now, can you please stop rubbing it in my face. Im feeling like the 5th wheel here guys.” You quickly wrapped your arms around the youngest Winchesters neck and pet his hair. “Awh is wittle moosey feeling left out.” Everyone laughed. You could have honestly sat with them for hours. You love your family and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.