like half a zombie

headcanon that duke either sleeps like the dead or not at all like,,, there is no in between and beacause of that he and tim end up spending a ridiculous amt of time together going over their cases or watching bad reality TV

Undeniable Heat Chapter 39: Thorns

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The morning after the get together, you found yourself cuddling deeper into the bed, refusing to move. Last night’s party had been great, but now your head was pounding and your throat was parched. On top of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Brad seemed to be back, and knew exactly where to find you. Put all of those things together, and you wanted to throw the blanket over your head and stay in bed forever.

Feeling the bed dip down, Jensen’s hand brushed your tangled hair back from your face. “I know you’re awake. Come on sweetie, get up. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” He pleaded, and you opened one eye to look up at him.

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straight-outta-xibalba  asked:

About your zombie au, what if Reaper started to question whether or not he's actually human because he realizes that he's "half-dead" just like the zombies? Would the zombies ignore him possibly, further worsening his fears?

holy shit yes good

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

Originally posted by itishemmings

Part One:

Pairing: Ashton & Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing

Word Count: 2195

A/N: PART 2!!!!! This actually took me a while. I started this yesterday. I didn’t proofread, so good luck. I hope you enjoy.

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

“C’mon, man. It’s been two weeks since you left, and you’re fucking miserable. Just go apologize to her,” Calum prodded his best friend. Ashton shook his head and rested it in his hands. “And why the hell not? I love you, man, but you can’t just sleep on my couch for the rest of your life,” Calum responded, taking a seat next to him.

Ashton ran his hands through his hair while still facing the floor. “I’m sorry, mate. I’ll get a place of my own, I just need time,” Ashton muttered. Calum, however, refused to accept this. His brows furrowed as a frown grew on his face.

“You had a place. Why don’t you go back there?” Calum pushed. Ashton shot up from his spot on the couch, taking Calum by surprise, and threw his hands in the air dramatically.

“I can’t alright? I just can’t. You… You didn’t see the look on her face…” Ashton trailed off as if even thinking about having hurt her, hurt him. The pain in his face was evident as he massaged his temples with his thumb and forefinger. Calum’s expression faded into one of concern. Throughout all of Ashton’s fights with y/n, he had never seen him look so… Destroyed.

“You know-” he began, standing up to place a comforting hand on Ashton’s shoulder “You still haven’t told me what happened between you two. Maybe it would help if you had someone to talk to.” He finished. Ashton looked at him and gave him a quick, half-hearted smile.

“She, uh, she called me out on my shit, and I lashed out at her,” He replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay… How is that any different from any of your usual fights?” Calum tread lightly as not to upset Ashton any further.

“Well, this time, when I was about to leave in order to cool off, she told me… She said if I left, then we were through,” Ashton replied. His brows furrowed as he finished his statement.

“And you… You just left?” Calum reaffirmed in shock. He took his hand off of Ashton’s shoulder and shook his head.

“I know. I know. I’m an idiot, but now you see why I can’t just go back, apologize, and make this right again. We’re over.” Ashton faced the ground with his hands in his pockets. He was ashamed of himself and, frankly, appalled at his own actions. He loved y/n more than words could describe, yet he continued to hurt her.

“No. No, go apologize,” Calum demanded. Ashton gave him a confused look. Calum gestured towards the door and gave him a pointed look. Ashton opened his mouth to protest, but Calum was one step ahead of him. “I don’t care if apologizing won’t get her back. I want you to beg on your damn knees for her forgiveness and stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself,” Calum ordered. Ashton’s eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve been a complete asshole to her ever since we got back from tour last year. She deserves an apology and an explanation,” Calum reiterated. In response, Ashton sighed overzealously and walked out the door like a child being sent to time-out.


Ashton knew that y/n was dead serious when she gave him the boot, so he knew that she wouldn’t stick around at the house where he could easily find her. With this knowledge in mind, he pulled up at her best friend’s house instead. He walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. He teetered back and forth on his feet in anxiousness, waiting for an answer. He hoped, unrealistically, that y/n would open the door; instead, her friend did.

Y/f/n saw Ashton and immediately tried to slam the door in his face, but Ashton stuck his foot in to prevent it from closing. His face twisted in pain from the impact of the door, but he quickly pushed it open and stepped inside before she could try to close the door again. “What do you want, asshole?” She glared at him.

“I’m willing to bet you already know,” Ashton responded swiftly.

“I was hoping that wasn’t the case. Now I’ll have to call the cops and charge you with breaking and entering,” she said, walking away towards the phone.

“Come on, y/f/n, stop playing around. I’m serious,” Ashton pleaded.

“Who’s playing?” She continued her journey to find her cellphone. Ashton followed suit, catching up with her. He gently turned her to face him.

“Y/f/n, seriously, I need to see her. I need to apologize,” Ashton begged. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Y/f/n removed his hands from her shoulders.

“She’s not here,” she quipped.

“Then where is she?” Ashton questioned.

“And why the hell would I give you that information? You have done nothing but hurt her for over a year now, and you come back every time with a new apology. And then you fuck up, and you hurt her again, so tell me, why exactly would I tell you where she is?” she called him out. Her eyes flashed with anger. Ashton couldn’t look her in the eye. He knew she was right.

“This time, it’s different-”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” she snapped.

“I’m serious, y/f/n. Look at me!” He gestured towards his disheveled appearance. “I haven’t slept in days, I haven’t eaten, and I’ve been beating myself up everyday for ever letting things get this far. I am falling apart without her!” He was on his knees now, and his tears were falling freely down his face.

“Get off my damn floor. You have no right to come in here with your little sob story and ask me to let you apologize. Do you know how I found her? She hadn’t been responding to my texts for a couple of days, so I paid her a surprise visit, and do you know where she was?” y/f/n paused as if waiting for Ashton’s response. “Curled up in a ball in the same place you left her, crying her damn eyes out,” she sneered. She was seemingly void of all sympathy for Ashton.

It felt as though Ashton had taken a blow to the chest. Hearing what he did to her just broke him even further. He didn’t deserve her. All he did was hurt her. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. He was so ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of the person he had become.

“No, you’re not. Do you know how I know? Because even though you know you hurt her every time you get close, you’re still here, begging on your knees for a chance to be with her again,” Y/f/n stated emotionlessly. She wasn’t pulling any punches this time. Ashton could tell she had been waiting for over a year to say all of this to him.

“It’s different this time. I know what it’s like to live without her, and I hate it. I fucking hate it. I know that I’ve taken her for granted, and I’ve… Hurt her. I just want the chance to apologize, to make things right. I miss her so fucking much. You have to understand that,” Ashton pleaded. And maybe it was something in his eyes or something he said, but y/f/n’s hard expression softened.

“Okay.” She walked off to get her keys.

“Okay? Okay what?” Ashton scrambled off of his feet with a newfound hope that he would get to see y/n.

“Okay, get your ass in the car. I’m convinced for now, but if you hurt her one more time-” she began. But a smile had already made its way across Ashton’s face.

“I won’t! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He sped out the door towards her car, leaving her rolling her eyes behind him.

“He better not fuck this up,” she muttered under breath before following after him.


Y/f/n walked briskly ahead of Ashton as she made her way to the pub they had arrived at. Ashton purposely slowed his walk so that he could lag behind. If he were being honest with himself, he was nervous to see y/n again. After the way he treated her, he’d be surprised if she didn’t throw a drink in his face on sight. He sighed deeply before rounding the corner.

When he laid eyes on y/n, his breath got caught in his throat. She looked stunningly beautiful. The way y/f/n had described her experience, he half expected her to look like a zombie. But there she was, looking beautiful as ever with an earth shattering smile on her face as she talked to y/f/n. He was floored. He almost forgot why he was here.

Ashton was so focused on y/n that he almost didn’t notice y/f/n pointing back at him. Y/n’s smile almost immediately faltered, and she looked in the direction of y/f/n’s pointed finger. As soon as she laid eyes on you, her face twisted into a frown. Her forehead wrinkled, and she turned back to y/f/n quickly. They engaged in a heated conversation, and y/n looked like she was going to cry.

Ashton decided now was the time for him to step in. “Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” Ashton stood next to her at the bar, and her back was facing him. Her friend gave her a pleading look that caused her to finally turn around.

“What?” Y/n avoided eye contact as much as possible.

“I, uh, I’ll just leave you guys alone then,” Y/f/n announced before shooting Ashton a pointed glare and walking away. Ashton cleared his throat nervously.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry-”

“Stop,” she interrupted. “Please don’t do this again. You always do this, and I always fall for it because I’m an idiot-” she began.

“No, no come on. You’re not an idiot.” He gently lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “I’m the idiot. I understand if you don’t want to pursue anything with me, but at least give me a chance to explain myself. I love you, and-” he was cut off by her short, breathy laugh.

“What? You don’t believe that I love you?” Ashton knew then that he had gone too far. He never meant for this to happen, to scar her so badly.

“Well can you blame me? I would start listing the reasons why, but you might start calling me a tyrant again,” she shot back sardonically. Ashton hung his head in shame.

“Listen to me. I promise you that I didn’t mean a word I said that day. I love you so much, and being away from you made me realize-”

“What? That you actually like my ‘all around annoying’ personality?” She interrupted. Ashton’s face fell. “Can you just tell me one thing? Why would you treat me like shit, say all of that mean stuff about me, and then leave, all so you could come crawling back again. Is this some type of game to you?” she interrogated. Her eyes shone with tears.

“No, of course not,” he quickly responded.

“Then why?” Her voice cracked as her eyes bore deep into his. He looked into them for a long time before sighing deeply. He bit his lip.

“That last time we toured, I missed you so much. It hurt me to be away from you, and I didn’t want to feel like that, so helpless. So as soon as we got back, I made a plan to make sure that I never felt like that again,” he explained.

“So you decided to push me away, so it wouldn’t hurt when you had to leave again,” she reaffirmed. He nodded solemnly. She hesitated before saying “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Like that’s actually so mind numbingly stupid that I think I’ve actually lost some brain cells just by hearing that,” she deadpanned.

He let out a short, dry laugh. “I know. And it was so selfish of me. I didn’t even think of your feelings, and I’m so sorry. There’s no point in doing it anymore if it ends up with you getting hurt,” he says. He takes a seat next to her on a bar stool, and they sit in silence for a long time.

They exchange glances using their peripheral vision for a long while before Ashton speaks again. “So… Are you willing to start over? I swear to you I will never be that stupid ever again,” he declared. He was about ready to beg if she said no. He didn’t want to leave without knowing they were together.

“Well…” She hesitated. “I did say I was an idiot,” she finished. Ashton’s smile returned once again as a wave of happiness overtook him.

“Thank you so much!” He enveloped her in a bear hug. “I will not disappoint you,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Room is a terrific novel. The movie is wonderful. I loved it. But I never really could forget Emma Donoghue  admitting: “But Ma will never truly be over it.”

And you read the end of the book. 

And Brie Larson spends half that movie acting like a zombie. Her eyes are basically dead.

And you get it. She is keeping it together for her son. 

But, eventually, he will leave too. 

Originally posted by australian-god

Imagine Eric’s reaction after you accidentally break his nose while sparring for the initiates.

Warning: Violence and language (the usual really), It’s a little long oops

“Alright people lets go, we’re getting started.” You called out attracting the attention of the initiates that milled around the training room. This early in the morning they were all like zombies, looking around blankly still half asleep.

They all listened to your instructions and gathered in front of you Four, Tris, and Eric who were also in charge of training the initiates. Well, Four and Tris were, Eric made it every clear he was only here because Max was making him. Although you knew that helping mold the imitates into Dauntless was secretly one of his favorite parts of his job, not that he would ever admit it.

All of yesterday you had the initiates do nothing but run and work on punching bags and honestly it was all a little pitiful.

“Today the four of us are going to show you proper fighting techniques. Trust me when I say that you all need it, some of you can’t hit a punching bag properly, god knows what you will do when faced with an actually opponent.” They all squirmed under your criticism and Eric laughed behind you.

You continued to ramble on for a few more minutes and a few dumb questions from the kids later, Four and Tris were standing in the middle of the ring. You pointed out to the initiates watching the stances and punches they were using as they fought, explaining how Tris used her lean figure to her advantage and Four used his height. They separated on their own terms after a few more swings and then Four stepped down and was replaced by Eric.

It was almost laughable as you took in the size difference between the two and when they started fighting you could tell he was restraining himself to not accidently knocking her on her ass. You had not a single doubt that if they were actually fighting, instead of throwing staged hits, Eric would absolutely demolish her. They finished fighting and then Four went against Eric.

You had to warn the boys to take it down a few notches after Eric threw a particularly hard punch and busted Four’s lip. You separated them before it got too bad, rolling your eyes at how childish they were and then you took your turn against Four and then Tris.

Finally, it was your turn to face off against Eric. The two of you trained together all the time so you didn’t bat an eye at going against him, especially since it wasn’t an actual match.

His imposing size dwarfed your smaller figure and you frowned when you noticed his wicked smile.

“How about we give them a real show.” He whispered, smirking.

“Stick to the script Eric, I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the initiates.” You said back fiercely antagonizing him slightly.

“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He said with a quirked eyebrow.

You raised your fist in response and he got the hint following suit. The two of you went through the motions of a fake match. Throw a hit, block, receive a hit, block, so on and so fourth, Four called out the different hits and blocks for the initiates with ease. You could see Eric getting a little antsy and so you aimed a little lower than he expected, nailing him in the stomach.

He paused for a second as he realized what you were trying to instigate and you took that moment to throw a punch to his uncovered face. He blocked you in time and before you knew it the two of you were sparring the way you usually do.

Four stopped calling the technics as he realized that the two of you where doing your own thing and he didn’t know what to expect.

You could hear murmuring from the initiates as they watched you and Eric dance across the mat, the two of you had trained for so long that you both knew what to expect from one another but that didn’t make it any less intense a fight. It also meant that the two of you worked tirelessly to one-up one another.

It was a moment of distraction as you tried to listen to what the initiates when saying when he sent a particularly hard punch that knocked you back a few steps. He took advantage of your lack of balance to send a few more hits to your stomach and chest, noticeably avoiding your face. You blocked a few in defense and wildly threw a punch at his face.

“Fuck.” He cursed as your fist hit his nose and you jumped back a few steps as he backed away clutching his face.

When he pulled his hand away you noticed the thin trail of blood and you instantly felt a little bad. You could tell Eric was pissed as he examined the blood on his fingertips. The kids behind you instantly hushed as they wait to see his reaction.

You underestimated how fast Eric could move and before you knew it he rushed up to you quickly and the two of you were instantly back into the fight. You just barely had the time to raise your fist and fight back before he was in your face.

A few more hits and kicks were exchanged and the two of you were obviously evenly matched for the most part. It was only as you as an opening as he was aiming once again for your torso that you hit at his face again.

You did a quick two-hit punch both fist aiming for his cheeks, but you must have misjudges your aim. You first fist connected with his cheek slowing him down and the second punch landed right on his nose again.

You heard the gruesome crack at that and he backed away from you quickly mimicking his motions before with his hand to his face. He cursed as he had his head tilted back and you cringed as you watched the blood pour down his face.

“Oh shit…” You said as you watched him, Four was laughing on the sidelines and everyone else looked unsure of how to react.

You and Eric had injured each other before when fighting. The two of you broke bones and left bruises all the time, hell he had broken your arm one time and in retaliation as soon as it healed you cracked three of his ribs. Your friendship was excessively violent but that was Eric’s nature and it tended to rub off on you.

“You broke my nose.” He mumbled still holding it.

“You were asking for it…” You bristled feeling slightly guilty.

You moved toward him and he watched you guardedly. You could hear Four, who was still laughing, calling everyone’s attention to give further instruction while the two of you were sorting out whatever was going on.

“Let me see.” You said batting his hands away, it was defiantly broken and you could already see bruises blooming around his eyes.

“Want me to set it back in place…” You said softly turning his head to the side. He was still pissed and you could tell he wanted to just say no but he finally broke and nodded slowly.

You put your hands in position and counted down from three. You shifted it back in place before you hit one and he let out a string of curses, yanking your hands away.

He took a second to compose himself, still not letting go of your wrist.

“I’m sorry…” You said accidently letting out a small giggle.

“It’s not funny.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, it is a little… what can I do to make it up to you? Wanna return the favor?” You said still laughing a little.

“No.” He said obviously thinking.

“Let me take you out to dinner.” He said finally not really asking, letting go of your wrist finally.

“I’m sorry what?” You asked checking to make sure that you heard him right.

“Let. Me. Take. You. Out.” He said slowly as if you were a small child.

“Asshole.” You mumbled and he raised a brow waiting for a response. “ I break your nose and you want to take me on a date?”

“Why not?” He said with a smirk.

“Bout time you asked, shame it took me beating the shit out of you for you to do it.” You laughed patting his cheek earning a wince in response. He grumbled something about his face hurting as you walked away.

“Walk it off Eric!” You called out, causing a few people to let out muffled laughs, as you made your way back to the group.

“And pick me up at eight.” You called quietly over your shoulder.

A/N: Like I said it’s a little long for an Imagine, I’m sorry I got excited then carried away. Anyways hope you enjoyed let me know what you thought!

i just got my ap us history and honors lang. 2 summer homework and i already want to die :^)

anonymous asked:

re: zombie prom the film is like half an hour and cuts out a lot of the good shit and storytelling also there are like 0.5 bootlegs of anything professional, but the whole story is told in song so you won't miss anything by only listening to the soundtrack

:0 i might listen to it today then! thank u


Why must I always write at some godforsaken hour?

Set in the Naga!Dean ‘verse. Not proofed because AYYYYYYYY

“Uuugggh,” Castiel groaned in frustration.

It was the time of year that Angels molt, and this being his first in Naga territory, it was absolutely miserable. All over the back of his wings and his scapulars was a persistent, incessant itch. And that would be bad enough, if it wasn’t also accompanied by a prickling pain, like thousands of tiny needles were jabbing into him. 

It was a fucking pain.

Dean had immediately taken note of his change in behavior and suggested a molting spa, assuming that it would help someone with feathers as much as it helped someone with scales. But ever since the almost-drowning incident, when the absolute soaking of his wings and the heavy humidity had caused his wings to take days to dry out, Castiel wasn’t eager to dip his wings in water again anytime soon.

Sam suggested buying a backscratcher, so of course Dean bought him five, of varying lengths and tooth size. That Naga was such a sweetheart sometimes, bless him.

And while the backscratchers did help, it didn’t solve the matter. Because Angels weren’t supposed to go through their molt alone - it was supposed to be a bonding activity, when the angels would sit in a circle and help massage the wings and clean them out. An Angel couldn’t comfortably make it through a molt alone - they can’t reach so many parts of their own wings.

So it was agony.

So that’s why Castiel was here, lying in bed in the middle of the fifth or sixth sleepless night, using the backscratcher to scrape his wings raw.

He was at the end of his rope. He’d hoped to have found a solution by now, that some Angel somewhere would have come up with a way to endure a molt alone, but no. Of course not. 

A few days ago, Castiel would have been quiet about it, kept thinking, kept pondering ways to deal with this, done something to help him sleep, but after nearly a week without sleep, Castiel had ran out of fucks to give.

So, here, in the middle of the night, half-dressed, Castiel stomped out of his quarters to knock on Dean’s next door.

There was a thump inside followed by a half-asleep, “Is something wrong? Are we under attack?”

“No, it’s me,” Castiel said, suddenly realizing exactly what he was doing. 

Oh no. This is so improper. Is there some way to pass this off as sleepwalking or…?

“Cas?” The voice called out, immediately followed by the door opening to reveal Dean, having just fastened his belt, and even now running his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix its fluffy disarray.

Oh no, my hair.

Castiel immediately began doing the same, realizing how unprofessional he looked, how much of a mess he was, and -

“Castiel, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Dean asked, worry clear in his voice.

Should I tell him? Or should I say I was just having a bad dream, or hallucinating, or something?

Fuck it.

“I can’t sleep, my molt is driving me crazy. Will you help me?” He blurted out before he could finish talking himself out of it.

“Of course, Cas. Whatever you need. My quarters or…?”


“Alright, give me a second to get dressed and I’ll be right there.”

“…Thank you, Dean.”

“Sure thing, Cas,” Dean said with a tired smirk as he shut the door to finish dressing. 

At that, Castiel returned to his quarters, the embarrassment of what he’d just asked dropping on him like a fifty ton weight. 

This was so stupid, you woke him up? You couldn’t even wait until daylight? And looking like some half-dead zombie, half-naked and hair an embarrassing mess? What the hell must he think of me?!


Fuck, Cas was hot like that. 

“No,” Dean breathed to himself, forcing himself to calm down. “No, no, don’t you start that,” he scolded himself as he donned his sleeves and finished fixing his hair.

I hope Castiel didn’t fix his.

“Noooo, don’t go there.”

The moment he was done, Dean left his quarters to knock on Castiel’s door. Now, being mates, there was a door between both their quarters that they could use to feely traverse and visit each other, but they never used it, always keeping it locked. For propriety’s sake. After all, their relationship wasn’t like that.

“Come in, I didn’t lock it.”

When Dean entered, he found Castiel slouched over the dining table, looking absolutely miserable, poor thing. Dean immediately slithered behind him, asking, “I have to be behind you, right?”


“So…” Dean said, looking down at the slightly scruffy looking wings in front of him. “What do I do?”

Castiel briefly explained to him everything he needed to look out for, how to search through the feathers, how to spot pinfeathers, and basically if Castiel asked him to do something to just do it.

“Alright,” Dean said, looking down at the big wings in front of him. Gingerly, he reached out and very gently started poking through some of the feathers near the base. He didn’t want to hurt his wings, they looked so fragile.



“I’m not gonna break.”


“If you’re hurting me I’ll tell you.”

“Um,” Dean said, biting his lips as he carded through the feathers a little more forcefully in his search for-


“Fine!” Dean said, wincing in self-doubt as he dug his fingers into the wings.

They were so soft, a little oily, but still so soft and really a pleasure to touch. “Is… is this a pinfeather?” Dean asked, poking a suspicious quill.

Castiel nodded emphatically at the feeling of one of his itches so close to being scratched.

Dean immediately started rubbing the offending shaft, making it release a soft dust.

And making Castiel release a soft moan.

For a moment, Dean froze. 

Holy fuck that was hot.


Before he could dwell on it any longer, he kept sifting through the feathers, finding another pinfeather to massage.

And this time, Castiel made a soft whimper. He’d been suffering for so long that the relief just felt so good, he couldn’t help it.

Is he… going to keep making those noises? Dean asked himself, half hopefully, half dreadfully.

Turns out, he was. For a while they were softer, but at the very least there was a soft sigh at each released pinfeather. Not so much for the loose feathers, but the pinfeathers were enough. Especially when Dean got to the feathers on the underside of his wings. He seemed to be a lot more sensitive there.

And, god, the noises suddenly got fucking obscene.

This time, while it was mostly the relief at his sensitive wings being cared for and massaged, if Castiel was 100% honest with himself - and he wasn’t - it was partially because, well… he liked it when Dean touched him there. It made his mind wander, imagining his spouse’s hands drifting from his wings to brush across his skin, up and down his sides, fingers along his belly, palms sliding up his thighs…


Meanwhile, Dean was fighting the feeling of his pelvic scales softening, and what was within not-softening. It was getting difficult, as it seems the feathers under here almost seemed to smell like the Angel was aroused, which couldn’t be true because Dean knew Castiel wasn’t interested in anything like that, especially with such a different creature. 

God, he must find me abhorrently ugly, now that I think about it.

He really wished he hadn’t thought about it. 

So the Naga bit his lip and just kept on trucking, trying his best to redirect bloodflow from his lower torso.

“I think that’s all of them,” Castiel said, sounded rather blissed out, letting out a hum of contentment. 

“Oh, good,” Dean said pulling his hands away awkwardly, leaning down to collect the fallen feathers to make jewelry with, trying to hide his bright blush at the whole affair. 

He half wish it hadn’t ended.

The other half wished it had ended very differently. Mostly the lower half.

“Is that all you need, Cas?” he asked, still worried about the little featherbutt.

“No, no, you’ve done enough, you need your rest.”

“So there is more to do.”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

“Cas, really.”

“No, I’ll just ask an attendant to look into it in the morning.”

Another person… touching Castiel’s wings? He didn’t know why, but for some reason, that made Dean feel so jealous


“No!” he said, unaware of how forceful his voice had sounded. It even made Castiel lift up his head from the table. “Uh, I mean, no. I’ll do it, might as well get it done. I’m your spouse, it’s my job to take care of you.”

Castiel squinted at him. “You sure? You don’t have to.”

“I’m sure.”

Castiel shrugged. “Alright. There are oil glands at the base of my wings, kinda rub them a bit to get your fingers oily and just, like… scrub them in the wings. But lightly, smoothing them down in the process? Nevermind, I’m explaining it badly, and it’ll get your hands oily, so you’d better not-”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind. Really,” Dean said, immediately running his fingers along the base to find the little glands. They were very soft, and they made so much oil when he rubbed them.

And Cas made so many whimpers.

Goddamn it. 

As quickly and as thoroughly as he could, he “polished” the wings up, almost unable to bear how turned on he was, it was all he could do to keep himself soft. He hoped the rumor that Angels could barely smell was true, because Dean was sure he smelled like a Naga going through puberty.

“There,” he said, but Castiel didn’t respond.

Poor thing had been so tired that the gentle massage had put him to sleep.

Ohh. He’s so precious asleep.

As silently as he could, Dean lifted the Angel and placed him in his bed before picking up the last of the feathers, unable to ignore the fact that he was now covered in Castiel’s wing oil. And that his wing oil smelled fucking amazing.

Dean quickly slithered out of the room and back to his own, sighing in relief. 

And, now that he was covered in such delightful-smelling oils, having just got done touching and pleasing his precious little ma- spouse… he couldn’t bear it any longer.

He quickly settled into his soft nest and began quickly pleasuring himself. Oh, the oil made his hands so slick, felt so good.

Due to scent of the oil and the fact that his fantasies now had a fucking soundtrack, the Naga didn’t last very long at all, coming harder than he ever had before, doing his best to hold back his sounds so that nobody could hear him.

Especially not the person on the other side of the ever-locked door.

I hope you heard me screaming in delight all the way from Switzerland, because this was amazing! Ah, poor Dean and Cas! So much pining!! With wing grooming!! Aaaaahhhh!! ♥

Insomnia (Mark Tuan)

Thank you again for the request I hope you like it <3

It was 4:00 am and Mark was awoken by a loud noise coming from the kitchen, as he went to investigate he noticed you crouched on the floor picking something up. “Jagi what happened? Why are you up so late?” 

“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to make some food but I dropped the plate, sorry for waking you.” He could see how tired you were so he decided to help you. He’d noticed you hadn’t been sleeping much lately but  he didn’t think much of it, but tonight you seemed pretty bad, you were dropping everything, your mood started changing for the worst and you just didn’t seem to be leaving the house much anymore.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked looking up at you very concerned.”Nothing why?” you replied crouching down and wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. “You haven’t been sleeping much and I was wondering if there was something worrying you and keeping you up at night.” He didn’t even notice that halfway through his sentence you finally fell asleep on him. He turned his head to look at you sleeping and he smiled to himself admiring how peaceful you looked, he slowly turned himself around being very careful not to wake you and he picked you up and carried you back to bed. 

2 hours later you woke from your slumber once again, and Mark being as concerned for you as he was, was still happy that you even had 2 hours sleep, that was probably the most you’d had in about a week. He felt he needed to know what was going on so he could help you in some way so he decided to research your symptoms on his phone only to find out you were showing signs of Insomnia, he looked at what could possibly cause it and what effects it has. 

He became even more worried when he saw one of the causes was depression, anxiety or stress. He thought if you were any of those he needed to know and fast so he could help. He quietly snuck up on you and wrapped his arms around your waist lightly, this made you freeze at his sudden contact, you turned around in his arms and looked up at him with tired eyes. “Morning”

“Morning jagi, I need to ask you something.” He said not showing his concern and lightly kissing your lips. “What is it?” You ask slightly smiling from this kiss. “Are you depressed or have anxiety by any chance, or have a history of it?” His concern was now starting to show as he ran his arms up and down your shoulders. “No why do you ask?” Curiosity set in your mind, why was he asking you these questions, did you look depressed? what was going through his head? “I’ve noticed you haven’t been sleeping so i decided to look up reasons why and I’ve noticed you’re showing signs of Insomnia and that can be caused by depression, anxiety and stress.” At first you thought he was crazy, you depressed? you’re the happiest you’ve ever been especially since you’ve been with Mark but however there was one word in his question that did stand out to you, that being stress, you were feeling a little stressed since you often felt you weren’t good enough to be with Mark, him being an idol and being the visual of his own group made you feel he was good enough to get anyone and him being away on tour so much often left you worrying that he’d meet someone better than you and end up coming home with her instead. These thoughts would run through your head on a daily basis and they would be more frequent at night. 

“Well I guess I have been a little stressed lately” you admit. When you said this his eyes widened and they filled with worry. “Jagi why are you stressed please tell me.” He took your hand and guided you to the couch where he sat down with you and listened to you explain everything. 

When you had finished explaining he couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat since he felt it was his fault you weren’t getting any sleep, he felt horrible and to see you now practically half dead and walking around like zombie made him feel even worse. “Jagi I’m so sorry for making you feel like that.” He said, his voice breaking a little as he holds back his tears. He pulls you onto his lap and and buries his face in your neck, never ending apologies spilling from his mouth. “Jagi you’re the only one I want to be with I chose you to have in my life and I’ve never regretted my decision even for a second and yes there are loads of girls around on tour but the only person that I look for in those crowds is you, you’re always on my mind.” This had relieved so much of the stress you were building up and made you feel so much better to know that even when he was thousands of miles away you were still the only one on his mind. “Jagi can you please come back to bed and try to sleep now that we both know everything?” You didn’t need to say anything and you got up and went back to bed with Mark trailing behind you. 

You both lay in bed fitting perfectly together like the two of you were designed to be together. He pulled you in as close as he could and showing no signs of releasing his grip on you anytime soon he gave you light kissed on your cheek and gently stroking your hair to relax you and send you to sleep. You gave a light sigh and and smiled before falling asleep safely tucked aways in Mark’s arms, just where you belonged. 


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[I’ve been loving reading imagines where your crush is jealous when you hang out with other guys and stuff, so heres one for you guys, it’s probably gonna be kinda long 🌟]

Your camping out with a bunch of friends. You heard that c/n was camping around here, so when you were invited to go, off course you were going to go.

You start hammering one of the ends of the tent down, trying your hardest not to hit your finger again for the billionth time. You had never gone camping before, but you were finding it so fun.

Every now and then you would look out into the trees looking for c/n, even though you know c/n is probably not going to be there. The chances were as slim as the chance that he would like you back. 

“Done with my tent!” you shout.

“Finally!” f/n/1 says laughing

“Yeah, took you long enough,” f/n/2 says patting the seat next to his. You walk towards him, and take a seat next to him. You hear him yawn, and feel his hand stretch out onto your shoulder.

“Tired huh? Great move mate. Very cliche,” you laugh. You say pushing his hand of your shoulders by shaking your back once.

“It was worth a try,” he says grinning.

“Okay! You two love birds, if your done there, do any of you guys have any scary stories?” f/n/3 says.

“Okay, sure…if your ready for what I’ve got,” f/n/2 says winking once at you. 

“Oh god,” you laugh. f/n/2 starts telling his story.


“What a amateur! I could tell one way better than that,” I grin, “I know you all really want to hear it…but I think I’m gonna hit the snooze button. Good night,” you stand up, with your hands covering yourself in the cold of the night. 

“Seriously? It’s only like 8,” f/n/1 says.

“Guess we should get to bed before it gets too late out,” f/n/4 says.

You crawl into your tent and zip it up. You fall asleep to the wondering thought of where on earth c/n is. 

Morning >>>

You wake up to the unfamiliar sound of birds chirping and crickets chirping. Very different to the sounds of cars whizzing past and a very annoying alarm. 

You wake up and feel your hair frizzed up everywhere, so you decide to redo your hair into a messy bun. You walk out of the tent, to your surprise the first person awake. You walk around for a while, not too far of the campsite trying to see if there is camping near. You see smoke burning up in the air a few metre away. You come back to camp, everyone’s eyes still half closed, and walking around like zombies.

“Morning everyone,” you say.

“God I’m tired man…f/n/4 made us wake up way too early,” f/n/2 complains. 


“Y/n? Do you wanna like go on a walk or something I’m bored,” f/n/2 asks.

“Okay, sure.”

“[F/N/5] WE’RE GONNA GO ON A WALK,” he screams, way louder than he should have.

We both walk through the forest, our phones on hand, talking about the most random stuff. F/n/2 mainly talking.

“Soo, know anything about c/n camping around here?” you whisper.

He laughs, “Don’t know. Why don’t you just tell him you like him?” 

“How easy do you think it is?” I say with a laugh.

“Very. All you have to do is say it to their face.”

“Easier said then done.” he wraps his arm round my shoulder.

“Just say it to him, wouldn’t be surprise if he liked you. Your gorgeous,” he says.

“You really think that?”

“Yeah. Off course! Your like amazing,” he says, but you both stop in your spot as you hear voices. 

“What’s that?” you whisper.

“Don’t be dramatic,” he laughs, “its probably just more campers.”

You both walk up to find tents, all set up, and the smell of fire burning. 

“Speak of the devil,” f/n/2 whispers walking with his hand still wrapped around your shoulder.

“[c/n]! What are you doing here?” f/n/2 shouts only at c/n, when its not only him there. C/n looks at f/n/2 then at you. Your two lock eyes, but then he looks at something else, and his face expression changes; into sadness? Anger?

“Just camping, you know,” his voice is cold, and the way he says each word individually is strange. 

“Yeah same! You should come over sometime and we could all hang out or something, our campsite’s only a few metres away, just follow the trail,” f/n/2 says very loudly. 

“Yeah. Maybe.” he says with a annoyed expression on his face. 

“Okay, well we’re gonna get going. Bye,” f/n/2 says, I smile at c/n but he ignores me. 

“What the heck was that [f/n/2]?”

“I was doing you a favour.”

The next day (night) >>>

“Is it just me, or do you guys hear those footsteps?” f/n/3 asks as 3 people emerge from the trees.

“You guys made it!” f/n/2 says with his hands in in the air. 

“When did you invite people?” f/n/4 asks.

“Yesterday morning,” he replies.

“Okay then,” f/n/4 says with a confused look.

You stand their awkwardly next to f/n/2, avoiding any contact with c/n since your meeting yesterday, you were sure he hated you.  F/n2 swings his hand over your shoulder pulling you closer to him. You accidentally glance at c/n his eyes glued onto f/n/4 smiling. A punch of jealousy punches you in the chest. ‘Right, he likes [f/n/4], what a surprise,’ you think. She was the one that everyone liked, flirted with, invited to parties. You take a death breath and take all the jealousy in and just focus on having a good time with your friends. 


Everyone huddles around the fire keeping warm. C/n singing, you watch him as he exchanges glances with f/n/4 every now and then, it looks like they are flirting. You can’t help but be jealous of her, she gets everything. Anger surges through you, because you told her how much you liked c/n, she let you go on and on about how much you liked him, now your watching them flirt. 

“Hey, you okay y/n?” you hear f/n/2 next to you, he laughs “you seem a bit tense.”

“Mm yeah, I’m fine. Pfft, nothing wrong at all,” you say without realising that your just staring at c/n, so you quickly turn your head.

“Your jealous aren’t you!” f/n/2 shouts, a bit loud, causing everyone to turn their heads towards you.

“Who’s jealous?” c/n asks, his glance glued onto yours. 

“Uh, oh nothing…no ones jealous about anything,” you say, your fingers twitching strangely, and your voice shaky. 

“Right,” c/n says turning his eyes back to f/n/4. 

F/n/2 laughs. “Just tell him,” he whispers for the first time.

“He doesn’t like me.”

“You sure bout’ that?”


“Fine, if you don’t I will. God it kills me seeing you like this,” he laughs. He stands up, and you pull his shirt back before he can do anything.

“Fine. Stop I will,” you say quickly, f/n/2 has a smirk on his lips. F/n/2 lowers down in his seat, while you start to stand up slowly. You walk over to where c/n’s sitting, giving f/n/2 the evils. As you approach him, you stop in your steps trying to back out. But before you can, f/n/2 shoots you a look, which forces you to walk towards c/n closer. You feel you heart beating, your fingers shaking. You move your finger towards c/n’s back, and poke him once. he twitches, then turns his head back smiling, his beautiful smile. 

You whisper in his ear, “Can I talk to you privately for a second?”

“Yeah sure,” he says standing up, and following me to a more quieter place underneath the pine trees, where no one could see you. You look down at the ground, contemplating what your about to do, ‘is it too late to back out now?’ you think. You look at c/n directly into his eyes, trying to be as casual as possible. 

“Hi,” he says, which you return.

“What did you want to tell me?”

“Um, I kinda, uh….I really…um. I, I like you.”

“Yeah that’s cool…wait what?”

“I like you.”

“Wow. I though you were gonna tell me that you had a boyfriend or something.”

“Wait…is that why you were so annoyed? Do you mean [f/n/2]? Cause he’s like a brother to me. Plus he’s gay. Very gay. What about you? Flirting with [f/n/4].”

“Oh wow, I’m sorry. I kinda did that to make you jealous. I really really like you y/n,” he says pulling my hand from my side and holding onto it, “seeing other guys, with you…I guess, I just get really jealous.”

“Really? I can’t believe you like me.”

“What? Who wouldn’t like you? I’m pretty sure there are millions of guys chasing after you.Your beautiful, your amazing y/n.” What he’s telling you astonishes you, you find yourself only inches away from him. And then your lips touch, and your kissing him. YOUR KISSING C/N. 

Then you start to hear cheering behind you, all of the campers cheering for you. And you thought no one could see you. You both looks over at your friends with rose red cheeks, but your hands are still holding onto each other.

“Guess we should get back to the camp fire,” I whisper.

“I’m alright just kissing you,”  c/n winks, leaning in.

eleanor was doing everything in her power to avoid a conversation to ever fall on her family’s table at any given time of the day. avoiding talking about college was something that was starting to become a routine but yet, lea has always been best at dodging conversations than having to lie, which has definitely never been her strongest suit. closing the front door before the couple was awake for breakfast was more than a constant, making her way to her usual spot. la esperanza cafe. fingers tightly wrapped around the door hold as the brunette pushed the door open, unable to realize the was someone just on the other side of the door that certainly wasn’t expecting her either. “ oh my…crap. are you okay ? ” the female questioned as she entered, questioning if the other had been hurt. she couldn’t help but cover her lips, wanting to giggle at the situation until the urge was far too much for her to take and the female let a laugh escape her lips. 

“waking life” is such a trippy mind-bending movie. wrapped in blankets + just watched it. maybe we’re all dreaming right now. maybe this is all just a dream. maybe we’re reliving and watching our life again as an old person, maybe we are the universe witnessing itself and time is just an illusion… maybe this is all just a lucid dream, an individual + collective dream we are all creating together… it’s been proved + seen time and time again how we do create our reality with our words, our thoughts, our actions, our feelings, our emotions, our beliefs… and so many of us are just walking around like half-asleep zombies in the third rock from a star we named sun in a swirling milky galaxy within an infinite universe of infinite more possible altered paralel universes… what a trip to bere. being an human is quite the journey eh

knittedrose18  asked:

I had an idea for your gorillaz zombie au, what about if 2d actually got bitten but has some like strange immunity to it where he's like half zombie. So his eyes are pitch black, he's normally a bit sluggish and slow and doesn't really heal from stuff so normally has to be stitched up but he's still in control, doesn’t crave flesh and his pretty much not a threat to anyone. Russell holding noodle back: he's dangerous he's one of them! '2d walks into a wall or trips over his own shoelaces' :)

i was actually thinking of doing something along those lines if i ever ended up writing the fic, especially since stu’s eyes and hair work so well with the whole undead zombie trope? it’s a good idea but i think if i do write it i’d want him to be human because then you get into zombie semantics and i’d have to come up with some explanation as to why stu didn’t completely turn. plus it wanted to play with the idea that stu is human but in the first days of the zombie breakout muds freaked out when he saw this tall shambling guy with weird hair coming towards him and hit him with a car because he thought he was a zombie and gave him the 8ball fractures, then realized he was a human and had to protect him because he felt guilty. (and then told stu he found him like that when he woke up because murdoc does not make good decisions) idk though, it’s still open to change!

Monster: 10k Imagine

The zombie apocalypse is probably the worst thing that could ever happen. But I survived. Not because I’m good with a knife or gun. Because I had the cure. I had the cure long before people got infected by the virus.

I was part of this deranged experiment. There was five of us that they kept like locked up lab rats. They injected us with different experimental drugs seeing to what worked and what didn’t. And when the virus broke out we were tested. I was the last one left. The other four were gone. One killed herself, didn’t turn into a Z. Two others ate each other like psychos. And Ben, or Test subject B2, well he dropped dead without explanation.

Then it was just me. From my blood they made other experimental cures to test. That’s what Murphy got infected with. Though I didn’t know of him at the time.

I made my escape into a world filled with Z’s. I never got bite, but they have injected me with Z blood and anything else they pleased to.

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