i was bored and had nothing to do

Good Idea

Pairing: Laurens x Reader

Prompts: Nothing because it came from my brain

Word count: 2103 (Ahh! It’s a long one!)

Warnings: Drugs (as in being drugged), awful cliffhanger

Requests: None because I’m special and bored

Author’s Note: I AM BACK! DO NOT KILL ME FOR THE ENDING! If y’all want a part 2 I shall deliver, my babies. Enjoy!

You met John Laurens through your ex, and now best friend, Alexander Hamilton.

You were out for drinks one night with the Schuyler Sisters, when Alex comes in with another boy. He had curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and a tan face, covered in freckles. He seemed cute. You decided to take your chances. The girls glance at you. Angelica elbows you in the arm and wiggles her eyebrows.

“Yo, this one’s mine,” You giggled with a smirk.

“Yeah! Go Y/N! Get back out there,” Peggy whooped and clapped. She knew that you and Alex were still friends, but you didn’t date anyone for months after you two broke up; You never even thought about it.

But you were ready to go. That guy was cute and you were one hundred percent ready to start dating. You did a shot, fixed your makeup in a compact, and adjusted your dress. You spun around the girls and they shared constructive criticism.

“Hair behind your ear, hun.”

“Stand up a tad straighter.”

“You got some lipstick on your teeth.”

Finally, Alex and the boy made their way to the bar. You smiled flirtatiously at the new guy. Alex hugged the girls and gave you a high-five. You tried to rip your eyes off of his friend as he smiled and shook hands with you and your friends.

“‘Sup, ladies. I’m John. Nice to meet you.” God, even his voice was adorable; He had a low and subtle southern accent. Your knees felt weak.

“Y/N. Alex’s best bud. That’s it. Only bud. Totally single.” The girls behind you laughed at your not-subtle attempts to be flirty. John gave a polite smile.

“Jeesh, Y/N. No need to throw your panties at my boyfriend,” Alex laughed.

Your face flushed. The girls were silent. If the bar wasn’t so packed, there would be no voices to hear over blaring music. You turned around to look at the Schuyler Sisters, they were white, too. Their eyes stared laser beams down. You followed their gaze down to the boys’ intertwined hands, of which you should’ve noticed earlier.

“Oh my god… I am so sorry, I didn’t know–”

“No problem. It’s not like I have the word ‘bisexual’ written on my forehead or anything, I do look very straight,” He and Alex giggled, “You’re Alexander’s ex, right? I was told one of you here were.”

And you were back to being mortified. You slowly nodded.

“Ah, alrighty. I won’t freak out on you, it’s fine.” He smiled. Okay he needed to stop doing that if he didn’t want you to get him to cheat on your ex-boyfriend.

“However, I might be the one that needs to keep an eye on you, miss Y/N,” The girls laughed at Alex.

“Anyway,” Angelica interrupted, “Shots?” All agreed very loudly.

So John slowly became part of the group, along with your old college friends, Lafayette and Hercules. You and Herc were always best buds, even before you started dating Alex. And yeah, Laf was the last guy you hooked up with before Alex but things were over between you guys. Until a drunken night when you were catching up and uh, you know, had a blast from the past.

Things started up again with you and Lafayette, but it wasn’t anything serious. Friends with benefits, if you will. After a few months, Alex and Laurens stopped hanging out as much. As things escalated between you and Laf, of course, John became single. You still thought he was super hot, and as you became closer friends with him, you found out how awesome his personality was. But he loved Alex and was crushed when he left him for Eliza.

“You have no idea how much it sucks, Y/N,” He said to you at the club a few days after they broke up.

“Sweetie, you totally forget. I know exactly what you’re going through. I saw him at school, ran into him at coffee shops because that’s how we met, until finally he apologized and told me he wanted to stay friends. I was hurt, yes, but look at him and I now.”

John’s face relaxed. He stared at his drink, “I see him at work. He’s my supervisor and was my mentor during law school, man. How am I supposed to have time when I see him everyday from nine to five and Eliza at the bar from five to closing when I want to be alone with you.”

Your eyes widened, “What’d you say?”

“I have to see them everyday. It’s hard.”

“No. After that.”

“I want to see you. You know what I’m going through,” You brushed this off and sipped your cocktail. A loud EDM song began to blare through the speakers. John finished his drink in one gulp. He slammed his glass down on the bar and grabbed you by your wrist. He dragged you onto the dancefloor, causing you to leave your half-full drink alone.

“John! What are y-” You began.

“Getting over Alexander,” He stopped at the middle of the floor. He wrapped his arms around your waist and positioned you in front of him, your back against his chest.

“John, no. You’re drunk, you’re upset, this isn’t a good idea.”

“I don’t care,” He whispered into your ear as his lips made his way down to just below your jawbone. You eventually gave in, tossing your head back onto his shoulder, giving him more room. Electricity hummed between you two, excitement bubbled in your stomach. You’d wanted to do this for months but if it weren’t for Alex…

Alex! Alex just dumped John! This wasn’t right. You weren’t hooking up with your queer ex’s queer ex. When had your life become a damn reality show?!

You pushed him away, conjuring a frustrated groan from the both of you. He looked hurt. His mouth opened to say something, but you stopped him.

“As much as I want this, and I do want this, you can’t. It’s just not a good idea.” You began walking back to the bar to find your drink sitting exactly where you left it. You sat down at a stool and watched John make his way back. His disappointment became anger.

“Is this about Laf?” He commanded.

“What? No! It’s about you. Laf and I are just friends; I told him we couldn’t do that anymore.”

His frustration melted back to sadness. He sat down and ordered a new drink. You sipped yours in attempt to cool yourself down from the dance. The air stayed silent between you. The atmosphere weighed down on you and made you dizzy. A sudden headache came on and you felt tired. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the general excitement from that night. You looked ad John to see if he was tired, but he was getting up and yelling at someone behind you. His voice made your ears pound.

You spun around on the stool, not helping with the dizziness, to see a man watching from across the bar. He stared down John as he angrily approached. The two began shouting at each other.

“John! What is going on?!”

“You bastard! What’d you do?” John pushed the man.

“Nothing! I was just in thought!” He rebutted.

“Thinking about her?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

In your confusion, you got up to try talking to John. As your feet touched the floor, your knees buckled beneath you and you hit the ground. You heard John yelling and some grunting and the sound of someone hitting the ground. The last this you saw was the bartender leap over the bar towards you. Your eyes shut and your mind went blank.


Light. The first thing you saw was light. You weren’t dead or anything, you felt a bed under you and a pounding headache, you heard voices, a hand clutched yours. You looked and saw John and the boys, freaking out around you in a… Hospital room? What happened at the bar? Why did John have a bruise on his cheek?

“Y/N! Thank god.”

Herc cheered in the back, “She’s okay! Woohoo!”

“Guys? What happened?”

John went on rambling about the dick at the bar and what he put in your drink and the how you hit your head on the floor as you fell. He said you needed to stay here for a day or two until the doctors were sure you didn’t have a concussion or any serious injuries. The other boys came to your side and chilled out with you until a nurse kicked them out. She said you needed rest and that’s exactly what you got.

The two days you were in the hospital for dragged on forever, though John never left your side. You told him you were fine. You said the nurses would be there if you needed anything, you said it was barely an injury. He told you he didn’t care and that he would stay by you because if anything happened to you and he wasn’t there to help he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

You thought he was just horny at a club, but he… he felt something. He wasn’t hurting over Alex; he was hurting over you. Over what happened to you. He actually cared about you. But was it in a romantic way?

You were released after two days, no injuries, no concussions. So as to celebrate you not getting raped at a club, the boys took you and the Schuyler sisters to a club. The same one. And you ordered the same drink! But the boys each chose a girl to take care of and act as her boyfriend. Alex got Eliza (because they’re actually dating), Herc got Peggy, and Laf got Angelica. Which left you with John.

The group all danced and had fun for the night. You got drunk along with the majority of humans at that club. Your friends eventually all left, but John stayed. You were both shit drunk and half-dancing, half-falling over on the dance floor. Things got slightly scandalous after a few drinks.

Your dance moves were reminiscent of the last time the two of you went dancing. Your back against his chest, your hips pulled you his, your head laying back on his shoulder. He said one thing as you attached your lips to his collarbone:

“No, this is a bad idea. We’re too drunk.”

“I don’t care,” You mumbled into his skin. You nibbled on his skin, evicting a gasp from his lips. He gripped your hips in response. This encouraged you to get to work. You turned around to bring his face to yours. You tasted the alcohol on his lips. The music and lights blared about the club. The moment was perfect.

He pulled away quickly, “God, you’re beautiful,” He grabbed you by the shirt and brought you closer, if that was possible.

You cupped his face tenderly and smiled, “You’re not so bad yourself, Laurens,” he kissed you hard and quickly. He pulled away and took you by the hand. He dragged you out of the club and immediately hailed a cab.

Once inside, he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you.

“Ma’am, you must buckle your seatbelt.” Said the taxi driver in a thick accent.

You struggled off of John and buckled your seatbelt. His hand was practically glued to your thigh.


The minutes following the cab ride moved slowly. For what seemed like hours, you two struggled your way into John’s building and two the elevator, which was pretty hard since you were sucking each other’s faces the whole time.

John dug around for his key once you got to his apartment. He fiddled with the lock for a second then threw the door open. You pulled him by the collar inside his living room. From the collar to the buttons on his shirt, you worked your way down. Once his shirt was open, you ran your palms over his hard chest. He slid the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor.

You walked backwards, trying to make your way back to the bedroom, but the back of your thighs bumped the edge of the dining room table. You sat down on top.

“Waitwaitwait!” John whispered against your lips, “We eat our Saturday night chinese food here!”

You rolled you eyes and hopped down. He wrapped his arms around your legs and carried you into the bedroom. He gently placed you onto the edge of the bed.

“Condom?” You ask.

“Good idea.”

anonymous asked:

ash youve talked about how felicitys mom's death put a strain on olicity marriage, but can you also pls elaborate on how jonny's teenage behavior hurt them ????

Felicity:

There were a few years there when Oliver and I got locked into the same argument, over and over again. Jon did something unacceptable. Oliver wanted to come down like a ton of bricks. I pointed out how many bricks we’d already dropped, and the only lasting result was a big pile of rubble uglying up the lawn. He asked what I wanted to do instead, and I… honestly didn’t have very satisfying answers for him.

I thought the best person to reach Jon was probably Oliver, and I said so. Repeatedly.

A lot of Jonny’s problems were Oliver’s problems, once upon a time. The ADHD and mild dyslexia that made school such a battle, pretty much from the second grade? That easily bored impulsiveness that had him taking more and more extreme risks? Even the all-or-nothing way Jonny threw himself into a new idea or a new person, and as often as not got his hopes dashed and gave up because he couldn’t do nuance.

That was all Oliver. “You’re the one in the best position to understand what he’s going through,” I kept saying. “But he thinks you’re ten feet tall and, like, command the tides to go in and out. He wants your approval, but right now that feels kind of impossible - “

“As long as he’s sneaking out and landing himself in the emergency room, yes, he will find my approval somewhat difficult to come by.”

“If you could just talk to him, Oliver.” I was convinced that a stronger relationship between them would help enormously.

But those two just could not manage it. Jon was too defensive, and Oliver was wound too tightly over the idea that he’d already failed as a parent and irrevocably screwed up his kid.

Our nastiest fight was probably the time that I kind of managed to imply that this stuff was Oliver’s fault, just because of his complete inability to have a conversation with his own son.

For the record, I do not believe that. I did not say that. I just said something suspiciously similar, in a moment when I was frustrated enough to murder my darling firstborn.

As you can imagine, I hurt Oliver’s feelings pretty badly. It kind of devolved into a blame game from there, and eventually we had to go to separate rooms to cool off.

Not one of our finer moments.

things i wish i’d known in my first year of university

I’m reaching the end of my time at university and it’s got me all sentimental. and regretful. There are a number of things that I had learned during my time at university that I wish I’d known during first year. 

  • Read everything. The only valid excuse for not reading everything on the reading list is that you didn’t have time, not that you found it boring, or that it wasn’t useful. Because there’s nothing scarier than trying to write an essay on something you studied a month ago, and you have no notes on the topic. 
  • Revise constantly. I wish I’d revisited everything I did a week after I did it, just as a recap. I tended to focus on what I was doing in the moment because it felt the most important thing at the time. Well, during exams, everything is equal. And it’s so frustrating not quite being able to remember something. So, revise. Even just for ten minutes.
  • Don’t spend all of your money on impulse. I’ve bought so much rubbish that I really don’t need. And if I’d saved that money, I could have gone on holiday. Save every last penny you can. 
  • Eat well. I just said that you should save all the money you can, but I think that food is one exception to that rule. Try and save money where you can, obviously, but don’t go for days and days without fresh vegetables because you’re saving money for a holiday. Your mind, as well as your body, needs food.
  • Go and talk to professors in their student hours. I used to find this so awkward. To be honest, I still do. But if you’re going sending them an email and asking for clarification on a topic, consider maybe popping into their office when it’s open to students. And tell them if you’re struggling! If you don’t let them know, then they can’t help you.
  • Take hot drinks with you, to your lectures or to the library. Don’t spend all your money in the library cafe. Bring a flask of tea, and loads of study snacks in a packed lunch box. Trust me on this.
  • Make time to meet up with friends you haven’t seen in ages. Don’t wait for them to ask you. I make sure to socialise with my friends at least twice a week. And by socialise, I don’t mean getting blind drunk and going clubbing. Sit down and have lunch together. Chat. Get to know each other properly. Friendships formed over alcohol never last as long as friendships formed through actual conversation.
  • Do stuff that the university puts on for students. Join societies. Get involved. One of the best nights I ever had at university was a masquerade ball that my college put on. And for some reason, I’ve never done anything like that since then? And I don’t understand why! University is for making memories, and I don’t really have many!
  • Travel around your university town. If you’re university is on a campus, don’t let your life revolve around that one place. If you’ve travelled away from home to go to university, then make it worth your while! See the sights, be a tourist, get on a bus and go to a random town and buy ice cream. 
  • Experiment. This is the time. Dye your hair blue, join a weird and random society and take up a hobby you’d never dreamed of.  If you want to try drugs, make sure it’s a safe environment and do your research before hand. If you don’t want to do that kind of thing, then don’t judge other people for doing so.
  • Give yourself a day off per week. When you’re at university and you’ve got loads of work, it’s tempting to just work constantly - or at least, to work every day, if not all the time. But it’s so much better for your mental state to take a day off to just relax. 
  • Keep up with your chores. When you’re stressed about an assignment, you don’t want to be also stressed about that pile of washing up accumulating by the sink. Keep your room tidy too - clear space, clear mind.
  • Be kind to everyone. You’re going to meet a lot of people at university, some you’re going to hit it off with immediately. But there will be some who really rub you up the wrong way. Don’t worry about it, it’s completely fine to not like someone. But don’t be mean to them. This isn’t high school, you’re all here to learn and there’s just no need to make them feel bad about themselves. It’s just petty and childish.
  • Think about the future. I know that you’re completely wrapped up in your university life right now, but you’re going to have to venture out into the real world at some point. Do things that might help your future career: volunteer, get a job, join a sports club, make connections. University isn’t, sadly, forever.

There you have it! The advice that I would have given myself in the first year of university. Whether you’re just about to start university, or whether you’re just about to leave, I hope this is useful to you.

the three adhd moods
  • can’t do it because im bored and nothing is interesting
  • can’t do it because im overwhelmed and im one slightly dissapointed glance away from crying for the next week
  • can’t do it because this one thing has had my full entire attention for the past three days and i think ive gotten two hours of sleep in that time and my blood has been replaced with coffee
Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee – this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!


When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

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Better With You

Summary: Justin has some revelations about you while on tour.

Warnings: like one cuss word, making out, light smut 

Word Count: 1364

A/N: See I told ya’ll I’d get something with Justin posted (: Let me know what you think!(:

Originally posted by princebiebers


Justin ran his fingers through his hair slightly grasping onto the strands pulling lightly on them. He was beyond bored and frustration was soon ebbing it’s way through him. He had gotten done with rehearsals over an hour and a half ago and he had nothing to do until it was time to perform. Unfortunately for him that meant five hours of waiting around, trying to entertain himself. He knows his boredom has everything to do with the fact that Y/N had just left to go back to filming her movie and she was no longer around.

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Puppy Love

Prompt: Reader & Damian trying to scare off Jason’s date bc reader’s jealous and Damian doesn’t like her(using lines like “omg y/n you can’t just stab people”, and the “homicide” line from the Addams family and such) and when confronted Y/N confesses

“I don’t understand! Nothing we do is working!” You pouted crossing your arms over your chest.

“Her resilience is commendable.” Damian admitted. For the past couple of days you and Damian had trying to scare off Jason, his older brother’s, girlfriend. You were a year younger than Damian but you’ve always had the biggest crush on his older brother. You couldn’t stand to see him with someone else. In your mind you would rather him alone than happy with someone else. Damian agreed to help you with your pranks but you could see that he’s grown bored with it and accepted that Jason’s girlfriend is here to stay.

“Well we’ll just have to try harder, come up with something even better!” You said enthusiastically. You began trying to come up with methods that you had yet to try.

“No.” Damian said firmly.

“What?” You asked in disbelief. Damian had never told you no before.

“I said no. Jason’s girlfriend isn’t as bad as you make her out to be. She’s actually nice and makes Jason not act like an utter ass all the time. I’m not going to continue pranking her for no reason.” He said. You felt a pang of betrayal strike through your chest. How could he? He was your best friend! How could he not see that you were doing this for a good reason.

Before you could respond a light knock sounded from Damian’s door. Before anyone could answer it, Jason popped his head in.

“Hey bro, can I have a quick word with your friend?” Jason asked. Damian nodded and stood up to leave the room. When he was gone, Jason sat down on the bed next to you. A blush crept to your cheeks. You had never been this close to your crush before.

“So do you want to tell me why you and my brother are harassing my girlfriend?” He asked gently and in a non judgemental tone.

“We were just trying to have some fun.” You responded. Jason frowned and sighed.

“Look Damian told me about your feelings for me. I know what it’s like to have a crush at your age. You’re young and you think you know what you want and will stop at nothing to achieve it. But it isn’t ok to try and force people away from your crush. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” Jason asked.

“But I love you! I love you more than she ever could!” You argued sneering at the thought of Jason’s girlfriend. Jason shook his head with a look of pity in his eyes.

“Look kid -”

“I’m not a kid.” You insisted.

“Yeah you are. Look, I know this might seem like the end of the world now but it just would have never worked for so many reasons. You’re like a little sister to me, [Y/N]. You may feel heartbroken now, but I promise you that you’ll eventually find someone your age that will make you the happiest girl in the world.” Jason said. Your heart shattered at his words. You thought if you confessed your love for him the entire world would align in your favor, just like it did in the movies but no you were just a heartsick little fool. You wiped your tears away with your sleeve and hung your head in your hands to hide your face from him.

“I’m going to leave now. Do you want me to get Damian for you?” Jason asked comfortingly. He felt horrible for having to break a twelve year old’s heart like that but at the same time he didn’t want her developing feelings for him that he knew for a fact would never be requited. He figured it would be best to put this matter to rest before it got any more out of hand than it was. He only hoped Damian could help the poor girl move on.

Maybe his brother could use this as an opportunity to finally act on his crush for the little girl. Damian hadn’t said anything about it to Jason, but he could see by the look on his eye that the boy was absolutely smitten with his little friend.

The girl nodded mutely as an answer to his question. Jason sighed and patted the girl’s back once before getting up and leaving the room. He found Damian standing just outside the door, clearly eavesdropping. His face was red with rage and he started punching Jason’s middle repeatedly, the act having no effect on the big brother.

“You ass! What did you do to her?” He seethed, continuing his childish assault.

“I told her the truth. Now stop hitting me,” Jason said grabbing the kid’s fists to still them, “And go comfort your friend. She needs a shoulder to cry on right now.”

“I swear you better sleep with one eye open tonight, Todd.” Damian threatened but stepped away to go to his room and comfort his friend.

“You’ll thank me one day, kid.”

I am like… 99% certain that Timothy had no idea he was signing up to be Jack’s double. I think he was just signing up for what was advertised to be some boring Hyperion job, and he took it cuz he needed money.
Think about it:
-Nothing is said about what Timothy will be doing until after the surgery, when there’s no going back.
-When the doctor mentions the surgery, Timothy responds “Surgery?! What surgery?!” Meaning there’s a very good chance no one told him what the job was beforehand.
-Would Jack really advertise that he was looking for a double? Usually doubles are supposed to stay secret so that no one knows you have one. This is supported by the fact that Timothy cannot legally tell people his real name.

In conclusion: Timothy got in way over his head, but stayed because the pay was probably substantial and he wanted to pay off his student loans.

6

I don’t know how Tada-nii would react to Hiro dating, because Hiro has never dated.  Huh.  Wonder why.

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(little note, I’m not an ask blog and I usually don’t take requests either >.<  This was just a cute ask I had sitting in my inbox for a really long time, and happened to fit well with something I wanted to draw anyway ^ ^; Thanks for understanding! <3)

How are you feeling?” Harry asked awkwardly.

Malfoy’s polite front cracked. He stared at Harry in disbelief and gestured around the room with a quivering hand. “How do you fucking think I’m feeling? I’m bored sick, wide awake and shaking like a shitting Crup!”

Harry fought back a laugh at Malfoy’s outburst. “Okay, point taken. No more small talk.”

An uncomfortable silence settled over them. Fortunately, Harry had a backup plan. He pulled a battered deck of cards from his pocket and held them up.

Malfoy eyed them suspiciously. “You want to play cards?” he asked flatly.

“Yeah, I suppose I do,” Harry nodded.

“Are you seriously trying to tell me that the famous Harry Potter has nothing better to do on a Sunday night than sit in hospital, playing cards with a virtual stranger?”

Harry grinned. Put that way, it sounded ridiculous. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you.”

Malfoy gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Merlin, and I thought my life was tragic.
The Life I Want

Dean tosses his shovel down and sits on the edge of the grave. “God, I’m too old for this, Cas.”

The angel flicks a look at him as he finishes digging up the corpse. “I’m much older than you,” he points out, reaching a hand up. Dean grunts as he tugs the other man out of the hole and Cas collapses next to him.

“Then we’re too old for it,” Dean says and Cas smiles, hiding it in his chest as he busies himself brushing away dirt.

It’s not gonna do a damn bit of good. They’re both a mess and will be until they’ve showered.

The hunt was an easy one. Nothing Cas couldn’t handle on his own, but Dean had been bored between cases and he jumped at the chance to see Cas.

Sam was off in Florida with Alicia and Max killing a nest of ghouls, so Dean packed up Baby and drove twelve hours for a simple salt and burn. He’d worried, for about five minutes, that Cas would be offended by Dean shoving his way into the angel’s case—but Cas had seemed more pleased to see Dean than anything, and as they worked the case, chasing down the information and narrowing down who the vengeful spirit was, it was comfortable.

It was the same kind of comfortable that he only felt with Sam, but this had a subtle tension to it that his relationship with Sam didn’t. Dean didn’t bother to dissect it. He knew that the tension belonged to Cas, that it was a low thrum of awareness that he always feels only with Castiel.

“We should retire,” Dean says, nudging Cas with his shoulder, as they watch the body burn.

Cas smiles, small and secretive, and shakes his head a little as he follows Dean back to Baby.


They go to a diner, still dirty, and Cas brushes at his coat when they get a few raised eyebrows. Dean smiles and tugs him by the elbow to a small booth. It’s like every other diner he’s ever been in, and he frowns a little. He should have thought of that.
“Why don’t we ever go anywhere nice?” Dean asks. “There was a little Italian place. We could—”
“Dean,” Cas interrupts, a confused frown on his face. “I like this. They have excellent coffee and cheeseburgers. And three types of pie.”
Dean stares at him for a moment, and then gives a small laugh. “Ok, Cas.”
They order coffee and a cheeseburger for Dean, and Castiel amuses himself stealing his french fries.
“Where you headed next, Cas?”
“There’s a selkie in Washington I thought I might look into,” he says, shifting in his seat.
The bench squeaks and Dean frowns. “That’s the fourth case you’ve taken since we got back, man. You could take a break.”
Cas looks away. “And do what, Dean? If we ‘retire’, what would I do? Where would I go?”
“What do you want to do?” Dean asks.
Cas goes still, staring at him. So much flickers across his face, too fast for Dean to process, and then he blinks and shakes his head. “What I can’t have,” he says simply.


They get a hotel, because it’s late enough that Dean doesn’t want to drive and because Castiel rarely tells him no. It’s utterly ordinary except that the two queens is one king. Dean gives a little hiccup of hesitation when he sees that, throws a vaguely worried look at Cas who huffs and pushes him into the room.
“I don’t sleep, remember?”
Of course he does. And it’s not as if they’ve never done this, shared space. There was purgatory, when Cas would press close to warm him, and he could almost feel the angel’s wings. There were nights in the bunker, too many now to count, with Cas stretched across his bed while he sleeps and Castiel watched Netflix.
There were the nights during the apocalypse, when Cas stood slightly too close and he wanted to tell him to step away as much as he wanted to pull him even closer and bury himself in the strength and promise there.
The thing is,all of this feels familiar—Cas working with him, eating together, quietly bickering over the music in the car. Even the way Cas pushes past him and tugs off his tie with an air of relief. All of it feels like something they’ve done before. But more than that, it feels like something he could do again, something he could do every day.
They watch a movie. Dean’s lost in thought and tells Castiel to pick something before he ducks into the shower, trying to ignore the fact that his best friend is sitting in the other room, skin pink from the water’s heat, barechested and barefoot, in a pair of Dean’s sleep pants that sit too low on his hips—hips that are, ridiculously, fascinating.
Dean doesn’t know what movie is playing across the screen. He only knows that Cas is only an inch away from him, warm and inviting.
“If you could have it,” Dean says suddenly, “what would it be?”
Cas lets out a long slow breath, but he doesn’t pretend he doesn’t understand the question. “A house, two stories. With a room for Claire and a library for Sam. A garage, and a cat.” His lips up in a smile. “A garden, and a big kitchen with a coffee machine I can actually use.”
Dean laughs a little at that. Castiel’s head falls back, and a smile turns up his lips, dreamy and sweet.
“What else?” Dean asks. His chest feels tight, achy.
Cas rolls his head, looks at him, and his gaze is soft warm. “Hunting, of course. But only occasionally. Only when we—I—want to. The rest of the time, teaching. Writing what we—I—know, to share with hunters. Farmer’s markets on Saturdays and sleeping in on Sunday, and—I just want to be .”
Dean licks his lips. He could let it go. Could drink his beer and turn back to the TV, to the movie they aren’t even pretending to watch anymore, could let all of this go. But—
“You said we. ”
Castiel’s eyes are very wide and his breath catches in his throat. “Dean, I—”
He’s not sure who moves first. He’ll never be sure, after, who moves first. All he knows is that they’ve been moving toward this for so long, he can’t remember when they weren’t, and when they crash together, it’s not what he expected. It’s soft. A feather light brush of Cas’s lips against his, chapped and bitter from the beer. His heart catches as Cas leans in, a tiny noise slipping free.
For a moment, everything shivers to a stop, and it feels like he’s balanced on a precipice.
Then Cas’s teeth bite down, into his lip and the levee breaks. He growls, and drags Cas closer, his mouth opening. Cas kisses like he fights, all fierce and clever, overwhelming Dean as he uses his weight to push Dean down onto his back as he settles over him.
“Fuck, Castiel,” Dean pants and Cas laughs into the kiss. He catches Dean’s hands and holds them tight as he covers Dean’s body, his hips doing a dirty little grind that makes Dean whine in his throat and bite down on his lip.
“This,” Cas murmurs. “Every day, I want this, in our house.”
He thrusts again and Dean makes a noise that isn’t a whimper, and Cas smiles against him, all smug satisfaction, licks the noise from his lips and lifts away.
“No,” Dean gasps, hands scrambling against Cas’s hold, desperate for that friction. Cas hums against his throat and bites down. Smiles at the strangled noise that earns him, and then he’s got his hands on the prize. He slips Dean’s cock out of the sleep pants, then does the same with his own, and he sinks back down. They both groan at that, all desperate relief as they fit together, rubbing in the most delicious way.
“Cas,” Dean whines. His fingers are straining. “Cas, please. ”
It breaks something in the angel, and he shifts, releasing Dean’s hands to fist their cocks and Dean bucks up into him, gasping at the sensation. His hands are on those fucking hipbones and his cock is rubbing against Cas’s, the head catching, and it’s driving him crazy. He arches against him and Cas bites down on his neck.
This, Dean. I want this.”
Dean is shaking. He wants to pull Cas closer, can’t resist fucking up into Castiel’s perfect hand, and he wants to bolt, wants to run away. His world is shaking apart, and Cas’s grip, the weight of him pressing Dean into the bed, his lips on his throat—it’s all that’s holding him together.
“Give it to me,” Cas says, all grit and gravel in his ear, “Come for me, Dean.”
His hand twists, just right, and his thumb rubs over the slit of Dean’s cock, smearing precome over them both, and Dean shudders, comes, hot and hard between them. Cas slides down his body and licks it up, and Dean groans again, shuddering at the sight of the angel bent over him, hair messy and eyes shining, licking come off his chest.
When Cas kisses him, Dean can taste himself and Castiel, and it’s right.
“Want this,” Cas pants, grinding his cock into Dean’s hip and Dean nods, dumbly, too blissed out and stunned to do anything but nod and say, “Yeah, Cas. Yeah.”
Castiel comes suddenly, his eyes locked on Dean, and it’s like everything is stripped away. All that’s left is love and want, and all of it for Dean.
“Oh,” Dean breathes. “Oh, sweetheart.”
He pulls Cas up, and kisses him. It’s deep and slow and sweet, a promise wrapped up in each brush of their lips as Cas shakes and shudders and whimpers.
“This,” Cas babbles, frantic with want as he presses tiny kisses into Dean’s skin. “Want this. Want you .”
Dean nods and tucks him close. Hums a little soothing noise as Cas shivers against him. They’re a mess and he’s pretty sure beer spilled somewhere, and he doesn’t care. Castiel is in his arms, and that’s all he can really handle right now.
He nods again and says, his voice a shaky rasp, “Yeah, sweetheart. Me, too.”  


My fluffy little fi for the @deancas-sweetheart challenge. Thanks to @oceanbluecas & @geek-princess13 for the fantastic beta. <3 <3

Most of my life I have been at least a little bit overweight. I’ve been on diets but nothing stuck because I would get bored or frustrated and then just give up. I love food and had grown to love lots of it. Not only just food but the worst food out there. I also hated the word exercise and never did it. So this is never a good combo.

It wasn’t until 3 years ago when I hit over 300 lbs. and started to have some health issues that I decided it was time I had to change! I was taking countless medications every day. It was hard to do certain things with my family because of my weight. I could have lied to myself and said, “Oh no, it’s my bad back or my bad knees that’s the problem.” But in reality, I had those issues because of my weight. I knew I was too young to stop living life and that’s exactly where I was headed.

I started what I call a “healthy journey”. It doesn’t stop. There’s no expiration date. I will be doing this the rest of my life because I need to remain healthy for the rest of my life.

In the past 3 years, I went from working out 3 days a week to 6-7 days a week. I consistently push myself to go even harder with every workout to challenge myself every day. I have drastically changed my eating habits over this period and I’m still working on improving it as I go. I have improved my back and knee issues and reduced my medications considerably! I’ve went from a size 26 to a size 14! I feel good in my clothes again! Good in my body!

I’ve still got goals that I’m working on. If you had told me 3 years ago that I would be back in a 14, I would have never believed you because I didn’t have the faith in myself to do it. But taking one step at a time, one day at a time, making small changes, pushing myself, and not letting anyone else tell me different, has kept me on the road to success!!!

Joker Imagine - Breaking Out Of Arkham

Anonymous said:Can you do one where the reader is patient at Arkham with J and he saves her when he gets out?


Originally posted by mistahjxharleyquinn

Your P.O.V.

The saying ‘I’m bored to death’ was actually close to me. I was sitting in my guarded cage and staring at the armed security guards who did nothing but stand there.I was a prisoner at Arkham Asylum and no one really liked me. They moved me far away from other prisoners and I was mostly alone. We had special days where we could talk to each other for an hour, but now that my friend escaped, I didn’t bother to get up.

I had talked to Joker a few times during those special days and we became friends, I guess. Then I found out that he escaped two days ago. So here I was, all alone, reading a boring book that I didn’t even focus on. He was on my mind every second and I couldn’t think of anything else.

‘’Y/N’’ A guard said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tilted my head to the door they were about to open. I stood up and smiled. ‘’It’s time for your session’’ The guard said while trying to grab his keys. I jumped right in front of him and grabbed the poles. ‘’Oh really?’’ I smiled and looked deep into his brown eyes. I could see that he was a little scared of me. I had killed my co-workers, robbed my boss and then killed a few random people. So I wasn’t very sane.

‘’Step back, hands up’’ He demanded darkly. ‘’Oh don’t be so bo-’’ I started and rolled my eyes, but I got a shock, sending me back and my vision got white. They stormed into my cell and grabbed my arms tightly while I was is shock. I came back to my senses when they tried to drag me out of my cage.It was unfair. ‘’Hey! Fuck you’’ I spat rudely and stopped walking. They’d have to drag me if they wanted me to move.

‘’You’re treating her very unfairly’’ A raspy voice echoed through the speakers. My eyes widened as I realised it was Joker’s voice. The guards stopped moving and looked around the room. They grabbed their guns and two of them held me. Oh what a bunch of fools. ‘’If I were you, I’d let her go’’ Joker’s voice broke the silence again. The guards were so focused on him that their grips were very bad. I pulled my arms back and then turned around. Before they could do anything, I pushed their heads together and they fell onto the ground.

‘’Haha..how to kill two birds with one stone’’ I giggled even tho they had just fainted. The guards pointed at me with their guns, making me laugh as I raised my hands up in the air. ‘’Lower your guns’’ Joker demanded, but they didn’t listen to him. I couldn’t help but to smile when I heard his voice. Was he back for me?

Suddenly I heard a loud bang and smoke started to fill the room. Gunshots filled the silence and I felt like I had to escape. But where? Suddenly someone picked me up, making me squeal in surprise. I wrapped my arms around the person and noticed someone dressed in a black SWAT outfit. I lowered my eyes a little and saw this his jacket had ‘Joker’ written on it. My heart fluttered in my chest and I felt so happy.

We walked out of the building and he was heading towards a helicopter. He let me walk by myself since I could see now. Together we hurried into the helicopter and the rest of his men ran into as well. It was black on the inside as well. It seemed like an army helicopter. Suddenly the opening shut and I felt how it let go of the ground. I lost my balance so I leaned against Joker for support. 

He took off the mask and I saw his perfectly sculpted face. Oh my gosh I really liked him. ‘’You came for me’’ I smiled happily. He lowered his head so he could say something into my ear. ‘’Couldn’t leave ya there..I got a nice warm surprise for you Y/N’’ He let me know with a sexy voice. I bit my lower lip and then faced him again. ‘’More surprises?’’ I raised my eyebrow. It was quite a huge surprise that he risked his freedom by coming back to Arkham to get me.

‘’Oh baby we’re just getting started’’ He purred softly, ignoring the looks of his henchmen. They didn’t dare to interrupt us. ‘’Just so you know miss Madness, we’re gonna scare this city together’’ He let me know with amusement in his voice. ‘’I can’t wait’’ 

30 minutes locked down ~ Draco Malfoy X Reader ~ Imagine

So this is one of the new imagine that i’ll do for the 30 minutes locked down series. Hope you like it!


Warning: a little smuth again and maybe curssing a little bit too.

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«Y/N! Wake up it’s your turn! » You had fallen asleep after a few hours of waiting for your turn at the game 30 minutes locked down. It was an extreme version 7 minutes in heaven. But hey! Nothing was boring at Hogwarts.

You put your hand in the bag that every guy had put an object in. there were not many objects left, but lucky for you your crush hasn’t had been picked yet. You didn’t know if you wanted to pick him however because you were afraid of what would happen. After all, even if Draco was the most popular guy in hogwarts, he never was the nice guy everybody liked, even in Slyterin he wasn’t liked by all.

Then something caught your attention, a cold circle was in there, it was all deformed and wavy, you put it out to finally realise that it was in fact a silver ring but in a form of a snake. «It’s a ring! » someone shouted after seeing what you had picked up.

«I believe it’s mine. » Your beautiful crush responded as he stepped forward. Your mind went blank, you were so fucked! You would never be able to act normal around him. You already had some difficulties to act normal every day. You always had been a quirky girl but you could hide it well to the other or just made it look cute. But now! With the nerve of being with him you were sure to screw the only little chance you may still have.

«Are you coming? » he ask you. «Ah, yes I’m coming. » you fallowed him into the room that you would share for the next 30 minutes.  As you inter it you saw him lean against one of the pole the four poster bed place on the corner of the bedroom. Then all the light went out, marking the start of the 30 minutes.

Trying to forget your nerves you started to walk in the pitch darkness. It helped you until you tripped on his foot, lost your balance and fell onto the bed, him under you. «Sorry! I’m so sorry! I swear I tripped on your foot I didn’t mean it to happen! » you said nervously swearing to yourself in your mind.

«It’s ok, you don’t have to panic, nobody is dead. » he answered you. «Why are you freaking out so much? Am I scaring you? »

«No, no it’s just I’m nervous, I’m a bit weird and I didn’t want to pass as a total mess but it seems like it didn’t work out. What was I thinking? » you ask to yourself.

«I’m I making you nervous? »

«Well a little bit, your Draco Malfoy the most popular guy in the school. »

«Maybe but you’re Y/N, the girls that every guy fancy! I didn’t taught that…»

«What? W-what are you talking about? » 

«Yeah, you didn’t know? »

«No! »

«Well yeah, your cute, your fun and your little quirk make every guy like you.»

«No, no, I’m sure your wrong I’m a total mess! Just look at what I just did! »

«Well I like you…» he respond.

«Wait! What really? »

«And what you did isn’t that bad actually, just think about it for two seconds, you’re on top of me on a bed…»

You turn completely red, and thanked god that you were in the dark you hadn’t move since you had fell on him. Then you taught about what he just said. «I like you to, you know…» you said half whispering. You didn’t know why but the fact that he didn’t said anything made you freaked out. As you tried to apologise, saying that he surely didn’t meant it like that, you tried to get off of him. But surprisingly, he stopped you, putting a hand on your waist. Slowly he brushed the finger of his other hand on your cheek not sure what to do. In the heat of the moment, you took his hand and placed it on your cheek, then slowly closed the distance between your lips.

The kiss was something else. As soon as you had put your lips on his, he had fliped you over, his knees on each side of you, and was sliding his hand on your bare skin up, under your shirt, making you shiver. You decide to take his shirt off and grab his shoulders to deepen the kiss. Suddenly you felt his other hand go under your skirt as he parted from you, asking you if it was okay. Your answer was clear for you, you wanted more of it. You could feel his grin even if you couldn’t see it with your eyes. He sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck while sliding his hand up.

The heat was at his high as he gently started to rub your private part making you moan. The sound that you made provoced goose bumps all over his body but mostly made harden him on your thigh. He took off your panties, throwing them behind him and put a finger inside you, rocking slightly forward and backward. You became louder at his movement, your nails making marks on his back. But, a knock went on the door indicating that 5 minutes was left.

«Shit…» he half whispered as he stopped. «It looks like we’ll have to finish this another times.» he said grinning again in the dark. You dressed yourselves up and waited for the door to open.

Personally you didn’t thought that this night would mean something between the both of you. Malfoy being who he was, he would surely want to make this a secret, keeping his status at the school. But when the door open up, he put his hand on your hips in a hugging way and kissed you on the temple. Your smile was only interrupted by the look of everyone one your neck.

«Draco, did you left a love bite on my neck? » you whispered in his ears.

«Yeah, I wanted every guys to know that your mine.» he answered.

You didn’t taught it possible but your smile was even wider.

Originally posted by idontknowashit