I, uh, just noticed at this very moment that the FX overlay (image #3) I added to indicate Shiklah’s magical powers at work didn’t quite make it onto the final colors (image #5). We’ll fix that before publication, never fear!
Is it just me, or does Lady Shiklah’s reptile buddy, Bug, have an oddly Kevin (Justice League International) Maguire-esque look to his face? If so, the effect was not intentional, I can assure you. Interesting, though unintentional.
Summary: The reader has had a crush on Crowley since forever, but he never seems to notice her. She finally snaps and confronts him.
Reader Gender: Female Word Count: 1593 Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex (I don’t care if he’s the King of Hell, wear protection y’all!)
“…and girl” You interject, without even looking up from the laptop. You silently hope that your jokey tone of voice covers the true agitation lying under the words.
“And girl.” Crowley confirms. You fight back the urge to mirror the smirk which surely must be plastered on his face. Bastard.
“What do you want, Crowley?” Dean asks, his voice laced with annoyance. If Crowley’s here, he wants something, and Dean wasn’t in the mood to do anything but eat pie and drink beer today.
“And how the hell do you keep showing up in this bunker?” Sam asked, methodically flipping through the pages of an old and thick leather bound book.
“Well maybe if you and Squirrel still kept all your wards intact this wouldn’t be a problem, would it Moose?”
You snorted. You couldn’t remember the last time that any of you had given them a repaint. Though they couldn’t say you hadn’t warned them plenty of times. You stopped typing and frowned to yourself. You and Squirrel? Crowley didn’t even mention you. You lived in this bunker too, you have done so for months, does he really hold that little regard for you?
You resumed typing, bashing the keyboard as hard as you possibly could without the risk of breaking the whole laptop. You left Dean, Sam and Crowley to talk business. Whatever he wanted he could get from them, as you obviously didn’t exist to him anyway.
You knew that you were being irrational, that the King of Hell probably hadn’t even noticed the way you blushed when he smirked at you, or the way you were always the first to greet him. How you were the first to laugh at his jokes and the way you hung on to his every word….
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but is there a problem?” Crowley snapped. You lifted your head to meet his gaze for the first time since he arrived. You relished in the way his eyes widened when he saw the look of pure rage in your eyes. “Apart from the fact that I have been continuously flirting with you for the last five months and you have not done a single thing about it? I don’t think so.”
Your hand flew to your mouth. Why the hell did you just say that out loud? It was straight up paper-bag grade embarrassing and you knew it.
Crowley’s face mirrored the look of shock that surely painted your own. “Bloody hell, Y/N, I mean I…”
He started towards you but had already slammed the laptop shut and were headed towards your room. It’s not often the red-eyed demon was lost for words and you felt kind of proud despite the situation. You threw one more disdainful look over your shoulder towards Crowley. Asshole.
“Hormones, man.” Dean shakes his head.
“She’s not hormonal, you moron.” Crowley sneers. He watched Moose throw his brother his signature bitchface before picking up his book and leaving the room. Any idiot could see that Y/N was head over heels for a certain red eyed demon, even Sam.
From day 1, he was day he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. And so it seems was she. He’d been rejecting her advances, ignoring her even. He didn’t care much for the wellbeing of other people but he couldn’t help feeling like Y/N deserved better. Better than him, that’s for sure.
“The nest…..?” Dean began, eyeing Crowley with a knowing look.
“Gank them. Torture them. Have Castiel blast them to bloody kingdom come. Hell, I don’t care.” Crowley snapped. “I think it’s time I showed Y/N some attention, don’t you?”
When you hear a knock on your bedroom door, you sigh in frustration. “Who’s there?”
“Room service,” Damn it. You could almost hear his smirk through the door.
You regained composure and scowled. You were supposed to be pissed at him after all. “I didn’t order anything.”
He chuckled. A low sound that left you melting into your bed sheets. “Funny. Because here I am: Freshly fried Crossroads demon! That is, if looks could kill.”
“If only,” You snapped, but you could already feel your icy demeanour start to slip. “Because at least then you wouldn’t be here.”
Crowley sounded unfazed, if not slightly amused. “So are you going to leave me standing here all night, darling?”
“Ideally,” You sighed, getting up and unlocking the door. “But you’d just zap yourself in here anyway.”
“Y/N” Crowley nodded at you as he slipped past into your room. You responded with a scowl.
“So you do know my name, huh?” You challenged, slamming the door behind him.
He cast you a bored look. “Barely.”
You could have screamed. “You can’t be serious.”
You looked him straight in eyes and he raised his eyebrows. The non-verbal challenge spoken loud and clear: TRY ME.
You felt the pent up rage and sexual frustration explode through your veins as you landed a thunderous slap on the side of Crowley’s face.
He turned to face you, eyes glowing dangerously red as he regarded you before him. With a growl he pinned you against the door. His once again brown eyes staring intensely into your own.
But you weren’t the kind of girl to shrink away from his touch and into the wall. Hell no. You held his gaze, sticking your chin out.
“So, Crowley.” You hissed. “What does a girl have to do around here to get the King of Hell to notice me?”
“Darling I notice you.” Crowley says, gripping your arms tighter in retaliation to your continuous struggling. “I notice you every time you walk in the room, I notice you every time you open your mouth, I notice you more than anybody else in a five mile bloody radius, I notice you..”
Crowley groans, pressing his hard on against your abdomen, making you gasp. “..every time you appear in every single one of my deepest, darkest dreams and fantasies.”
You fought back a groan as a flood of heat rushed to your core. “Then why didn’t you just do something about it?”
Crowley faltered. “I didn’t think that I deserved you. That I deserved this. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, for I am very much ready to…how did you put it? ‘Do something about it.’”
Crowley smashed his lips against yours and you moaned appreciatively, allowing him almost instant access to your mouth. He absentmindedly lets go of your wrists and you use the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to you with a sharp yank of his tie.
His hands wander under your shirt to explore your breasts and you buck into his touch. You can feel that your panties are already soaked through, and after waiting so long your main priority is simply getting him inside of you.
“Bed!” You gasp as his mouth latches onto your neck. You feel him smirk against your skin as he lifts you up and carries you over. He drops you down and snaps his fingers cockily, relieving you both of your clothing before hovering over you. Crowley settles between your legs once more and looks up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. You nod wholeheartedly and groan as he begins to enter you slowly. God. Didn’t he think that he’d tortured you enough.
You gasped as he thrusted harshly, leaving himself sheathed fully inside you. You impatiently start to wiggle beneath him and try to grab his hips, just trying to get him to move. You desperately needed the friction.
“I know it might have been a while, Crowley. But you do realise that you need to move, right?”
He responds by growling, planting his hands into the curves of your hips and thrusting into you with a pace that leaves to struggling to breathe.
You’re so tightly wound that it doesn’t take long for your pleasure to reach painful levels of bliss. By this point you’re screaming at every little touch and chanting his name like a spell.
“Crowley, I’m close!” You pant, wrapping your legs around him and drawing him nearer.
You could tell from the way that his thrusts became shorter and more powerful that he was too. His lips found yours as you both neared your ends. He pulled away and his eyes met yours, broadcasting one command loud and clear: Come.
And you did, screaming incoherent words that sounded a lot like ‘Crowley’, ‘Shit’ and ‘Wow’. You didn’t even care if the whole bunker could hear. It felt like paradise.
Crowley came not long after his face nuzzled in your neck and his arms wrapped around you tightly. The feeling of his seed spilling inside you serving to prolong the intense shocks of pleasure that were still shaking through you.
You lay panting in Crowley’s arms, both of you recovering from the intensity of your orgasms. You felt relief flood through you, washing away all previous anger and sadness.
You smirked. “And there I thought you weren’t interested”
Crowely chuckled. He left the bed, snapping his fingers hastily. You pouted at the sight of him back in his trademark suit. “Leaving so soon?”
“Hello?” He gestured to himself, eyebrows raised. “King of Hell?”
You rolled your eyes, settling under the cheap covers. As you quickly drifted to sleep, you could have sworn you heard him whisper: “You will never go unnoticed again, not by me. I can promise you that.”
Thanks for reading and sorry I’ve been gonw for so long! I’m back and promise more fics soon!
Tony jolts awake, sitting upright in the chair he’d fallen asleep in. A piece of paper sticks to his face, but he hardly notices for a moment as he recalls his dream. Never had he had such a vivid or memorable dream in his life. The woman’s face sticks clear in his mind - radiant and beautiful and kind. How does one look kind? Tony doesn’t really know, but she did.
But so… so sad.
Tony snaps back to himself, pulling the paper from his face and… wiping away tears from his cheeks. Crying in his sleep? He’s only glad that he’s alone down here in the workshop. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Tony tries to will the image of the woman from his mind. It’s the second night he’s dreamed the same dream, and Tony isn’t a firm believer in coincidences, but dream stuff is just… silly. Maybe his subconscious is trying to tell him something. Maybe he’d seen the woman before. Maybe it was something important.
He dismisses it, looking down at the paper he’d peeled from his face. The schematics are all but gibberish with a couple hours of sleep under his belt, not the genius they had seemed last night (this morning?), but he files them away, for another time to decipher. For now, he drags himself toward the coffee machine he felt it necessary to install down here, while trying to respond to the hundred emails he had missed while sleeping. Taking over a nosediving company is exhausting, especially when he’d rather spend his time working in the lab, not cleaning up the messes left by daddy dearest. He’s done it, though, somehow. He saved SI and now he has to run it.
So, Tony is a little preoccupied. Understandable. Too preoccupied to notice that he is not, in fact, alone. The first gulp of coffee is still burning its way down his throat when he nearly drops the mug.
He could be hallucinating.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
He’s pretty sure a few hours of sleep after none for three days isn’t nearly enough. He could absolutely be hallucinating. He downs the coffee.
(Inspired by empanadadooblez beautiful Underworld!AU)
Genos:*walks through the forest as flowers bloom as he passes* Hm? *notices a pair of odd curved branches sprouting from the ground* I do not remember these being here before *reaches down to brush one as a muffled sound comes from the soil*!!
Saitama:*pops his head out of the ground before looking up at Genos with an embarrassed look*
Genos:*chuckles softly as he kneels down by him* Oh my, what a handsome tree *dusts some dirt from Saitama's face*
Saitama:I may have lost focus when transporting to visit
Genos:*smiles* I would have never guessed *kisses his head*
And finally, here’s that humanized TMNT stuff I was talking about! The Invasion episodes are some of my favorites, and these are my two favorite things about it: Leo taking on Shredder and all his minions, and the Raph-Mikey hug. I didn’t have any ref though so I just worked from memory. ;v;
After my fifth viewing of the force awakens (sixth? I’ve lost count tbh) I have noticed even more, as one does.
And one thing I’ve noticed
Is how GENIUS the casting for hux is.
I mean, I can say that because I run a blog dedicated to the man, but seriously. Hux (Domhnall) is skinny as hell. He looks like a stiff wind would blow him over, especially compared to other leading men like Adam and John. I never really noticed, but even with hella shoulder pads Hux is still a fragile looking guy. Yet here he is, commanding the whole first order with as much composure and grace as one could. Even when starkiller is in imminent peril, he’s still got his back straight, face even, and his voice calm. The only time he raises it, really, is when he’s giving that intense (that’s an understatement) speech before they fire the weapon on the republic.
Then you’ve got Kylo, who matches Hux in stature only by height. Kylo, who screams a lot, and probably never keeps a straight face underneath that mask.
It’s classic brains vs brawn and I LOVE IT.
BTS Reaction to You Having Appendicitis (By Possible Admin)
This possible admin will be called P.A. Nu
All possible admin work will be completely unedited
Jin wouldn’t even hide his concern for your
health, worry etched at every corner of his being. As soon as you walked over
to him after the doctor’s appointment, he’d hand you a cup of tea to soothe
your rather sore muscles. When you told him of the results, he’d place his cup
on the table so that he could cup your small cheeks with his hands, frowning
even more when he realised that your face was thinner. The cheeks that he loved
to kiss were never this slender looking and he would notice the bags that hung
under your eyes. He’d kiss you on the forehead so that a little bit of comfort
would spread and warm your body.
“Wait here, baby. I’ll cook you some
porridge. You’re getting too thin.” He’d caress your cheeks, sighing as he did
so. However, you shook your head despite leaning further into his touch to calm
your jittery nerves.
“The doctor said I can’t eat anything until
after the surgery.” Jin would purse his lips, knowing he couldn’t question the
instructions of a medical professional.
“Fine. But I’m going to cook you a feast
tomorrow and you’re going to finish it.” Despite your tired state, you managed
a weak laugh and that was all it took for Jin to enveloped you in an embrace.
When you woke up to the excruciating pain
that threatened to rip your insides, it was 3 in the morning. You knew Yoongi
had just fallen asleep because he would never stop working until the clock
foretells of the sun’s appearance in a matter of a few hours. Without trying to
wake him up, you crawled your way to the bathroom at the side of the room. The
biting of your lip wasn’t enough to keep the hisses and the groans from spewing
out. When you finally collapsed onto the bathroom floor and started dry heaving.
Apparently, Yoongi was too much of a light
sleeper because he was by your side a minute later, lifting your hair and
rubbing your back so that it would ease your discomfort by the smallest margin.
He wouldn’t say a word once you’re done, passing you a cup of mouthwash to
rinse your mouth. Once you’re done, he’d take you in his arms where you’d feel
so secured and you almost forget the stinging pain in your abdomen area. You’d
feel his lips on your temple and his soft murmur of, “We’ll go to the hospital first
thing in the morning.”
You knew he had practice very early the
next day and would’ve disagreed to his preposition. But with the pain thrumming
in your abdomen along with the sore muscles due to you vomiting air, you
decided to be selfish and merely nodded your head.
When Namjoon saw you in a fetus position,
all curled up on the couch, groaning, he merely dismissed it as one of those
days your mother nature would visit to prepare for an offspring. He’d go to the
kitchen, preparing you a cup of warm milk (because he read somewhere that tea
would make it worse) and was puzzled when the food you cooked was left
untouched. He took the cup of warm milk and walked to the living room, where
you were still writhing in pain.
“Baby, you’re okay?” It was a redundant
question, he knew that, but he has never seen you in tears because of your
menstrual cramps before. You did say that they were uncomfortable but never to this point. Your whines were taken as a
no and you peaked under the curtain of your hair to see your boyfriend taking a
seat near you. He carded his fingers in your hair, hoping to alleviate your
“Where does it hurt the most?” It was soft,
but you replied with a breathy “right side,” as you pointed to your abdomen. He
then took out his phone to search on the possible cause of your pain, hoping to
ease it as fast as possible. When the results came up, the crevices of his
frown got deeper and deeper.
He had red flags in his head and his heart
was drumming against his ribcage but he ignored the adrenaline encouraging him
to panic. Instead, he put down the cup of milk and pull you into a carry, your
legs wrapped around his waist and his arms around yours.
“Come baby, we still have time to go to the
The warm milk was left to cool.
You didn’t want to tell your boyfriend of
the news but that wouldn’t be fair, especially when he deliberately told you to
call him anytime you were not feeling well. And that day, you were far from not
feeling well. You were feeling fucking horrible.
So when you called your boyfriend telling
him that you were in the hospital, you already expected the increase in his
pitch while trying to ask you all questions. He got even worked up when you
told him that you were up for a surgery in a matter of hours.
“It’s just an appendix surgery, Hobi-ah.”
“Aren’t they cutting you open?” You wanted
to laugh at the irony: your boyfriend was more scared than you who was going
for the surgery.
“Yes, they are.”
“Are they treating you fine? Are you going
to be fine? I’m on my way there, so don’t do anything crazy.” You wanted to
question your worrywart boyfriend as to how you were going to do anything
remotely crazy when you were strapped with transparent tubes, ready to be
whisked away into the surgical room.
You bid him a goodbye through the phone and
went into the surgery with Hoseok’s voice running in your sedated mind, a place
where you were laughing freely at his antics. When you opened your eyes, you
were greeted with the same smile that haunted your very dreams but it was all
good. It was more than good. It would be perfect if only you woke up in your
own bed after a night full of sighs and your boyfriend by your side.
“You look tired.” You rolled your eyes at
“And you look scared shitless.”
“And you’re shit-less. Get it?” You blinked
when he told you the pun but when you registered how you starved yourself for a
few hours prior to the surgery, your frown stayed on your face for less than a
few seconds before your laugh sputtered out from your lips.
“You’re so ridiculous.”
“Don’t laugh so hard.” Despite his words, your laugh was warm as
sugar in his ears and Hoseok leaned in to rest his forehead on yours to ease
away his panic with the soothing skin to skin contact.
“I’m just glad
you’re fine now.”
Park Jimin being Park Jimin was already a
perceptive human being as it is. What more when he was your significant other.
So when he noticed you were not eating and the very fact that you were wincing
every second, he was the one who persuaded you to go to the hospital even when
you were sure that it wasn’t nothing to be worried about.
It was a good thing too because your
appendix was so close to rupturing that it would be so much more complicated if
you were to leave it alone. And being the kind boyfriend he was, he merely
sighed and didn’t peg about how right he was.
When you finally gained consciousness,
your boyfriend was sitting right beside you with his hand clasped in yours.
Your voice was hoarse when you tried to speak, scratching against the walls of
your trachea. Sensing your discomfort, Jimin immediately rose up to pour you a
glass of water and he supported you as you tried to drink the water out of the
straw. When you settled back down, he tucked the blanket and made sure you were
“You were saying?” Honestly, you already
had forgotten what you wanted to say. You stared at his eyes, so full of
concern but brimmed with adoration and love.
“I love you.”
(You are Jimin)
Taehyung was playing his video games when
you went into the apartment with your body curled in as you cradled your torso
as if it was an object that was meant to be protected. But you were in
unbearable pain, where it was stinging at the right side of your abdomen.
You didn’t know that Taehyung was home on
that day so you were surprised when you felt his arms around you, trying to support
“What’s wrong?” He took you to the couch
where he sat you down. He pushed the strand of hair that stuck on your sticky,
sickly skin and when he saw you sweating despite the cool weather, he grew even
“Why are you back so early?” Your voice was
weak and your words were interlaced with painful exhales. Taehyung shook his
head and disregarded your question, wanting to know why you were in pain.
“You’re running a fever.” You blinked, your
vision dazed with the discomfort. You let Taehyung run and return with a
thermometer that he placed in between your lips and a fever patch that he stuck
on your forehead.
You giggled despite the ache and commented,
“Tae, I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“It’s okay, it works for me so it should
work somehow.” You smiled at how he nodded his head innocently, trying to
convince you. He would want to take care of you with warm blankets and warm
chocolate, but when he saw you hissing as another wave of pain hit you, he
decided that it would be too painful to watch you go through whatever you were
You let Taehyung wrapped you in a blanket
and dropped down into a crouch with his back towards you.
“Climb up. I’m going to take you to the
“On a piggyback ride?” When Tae turned to
you, he gave you his familiar rectangle grin.
“Come on up, princess.”
You told Jungkook of your appendicitis a
few days prior to your surgery and while he was quiet afterwards, you knew he
was worried for your health when he squeezed your interlaced hand. He took
precautions to not aggravate your health, his doe eyes following your every
move. He would help you in every smallest thing possible from fetching you a
glass of water to pulling you to his side so that you could bury your face in
his neck so that his smell would placate the discomfort that flowed in your
veins. He’d constantly comfort you in a form of soothing songs to lull you to
When you opened your eyes, laced with
sedatives. You could hardly lift your eyelids for more than a minute but when
you caught sight of your boyfriend, you put in more effort to swim above the
“How are you feeling?” His thumb was
caressing the back of your hand.
“High.” You were very out of it, Jungkook’s
voice was wafting in your mind but never really registering. You, however,
caught on to the chuckle that escaped his lips and that made you feel so much
more at peace.
“Can you sing for me?” You didn’t know
whether your drawl was comprehensible but Jungkook’s voice instantly quell your
jittery nerves. You fell asleep with his voice floating in your mind, his hand
tightly intertwined with yours and the last thing you did hear was, “Sleep,
M'kay, so I noticed something interesting at the part with Hibiya, Hiyori, and Konoha in the opening with Konoha? It was in the first version as well I just never saw anyone talking about so I just thought I’d talk about it here.
I just noticed that if you watch his face it’s almost as if he’s looking out of the screen at us as an audience?
Even as Kenjirou starts to shuffle them away he continues to look in that same direction
First of is Leslie smiling when Sebastian tells him he’s doing good, it’s only for a split second but there’s a smile.
Next is Kidman patting Leslie’s knee to try and help calm him down, he doesn’t notice but she tried.
Two weird things I notice here is Leslie’s whites of his eyes are very dark, you can see the other’s clearly. Also that looks like a bruise on his eye to me, wonder which Doctor did that to him. Plus veeeeeery delicate eyebrows lol
His clothes look like they’d be scratchy material. It’s kinda hard to get a good shot of his face because he spends so much time hunched over and looking at the floor or his hands.
I read on wiki that he had a chip on his tooth, never noticed it before nor did i notice his teeth were brown and rotten :( Seriously did no one look after this boy? But the chip though? That would mean he whacked his mouth on something right?
Aaaand one last bit is this which confuses me. That’s not a straitjacket, it can’t restrain him, it just has ties on the back for some reason or have i got that wrong completely?
And maybe I’m a little late to the party but I really want to share how perfect this mook is:
I’d never bought an official item like this one before, and I wish everyone could have gotten hold of one, because now that I have it in my hands I can say that IT’S NOT THE SAME just seeing scans here on tumblr, it’s just… not the same.
There’re a lot of details I haven’t noticed like the little scales Harus has in his face and shoulder (maybe I was just blind):
Or that the frames, the dolphin, the shark, and other details on the cover and the back are made with metallic tape (or smth similar) which makes it look more elegant:
And Haru’s face in the bite scene is more lewd now that I see it closely lol (I still can’t get over it not sorry):
And of course I can’t forget the beautiful bracelet, it’s so well made, delicate and detailed, like the dolphin and shark have stars for eyes:
So basically I’m just really happy to have it and I need to thank fencer-x for giving us the chance to buy it through her, and her hard work at ordering and shipping so many xD
I’ll let more pictures under the cut because it’s never enough:
Okay, I am officially joining the delulu/reaching Kaisoo shipping bandwagon
and am going to contribute a little.
I had never noticed it, and never saw anyone commenting about it, so here I go. I was watching Showtime for the nth time and noticed this:
When they were describing each other’s faces in ep. 1, Baekhyun said this about Kyungsoo:
Notice where he is looking at. Instead of looking at Kyungsoo (since he is talking about him) or at the camera, he is looking at the left (his right) side. In the second pic, it looks like Kyungsoo is also looking at the same direction. And guess who was sitting in that direction?
Yes, you guessed right. Jongin (this pic is of an earlier moment, that’s why they are looking at Luhan, who was about to choose the most handsome member. But you get my point.).
What does this mean? I don’t know. But why would they look at Jongin when Baek was talking about Kyungsoo? Yes, I know. Weird.
5SOS Preference- You're Interviewing Them and They Won't Stop Looking at Your Boobs *requested*
A/N: Sorry Luke and Ashton’s are shorter than Calum and Michael’s, I thought the preference was getting too long and also I was running out of ideas…
Michael- “Hello everyone, welcome back to the red carpet!” You smiled brightly and your partner started to explain who you both were. “And we are here with the world’s next big band, 5 Seconds of Summer!” You looked over the four smiling faces in front of you and see they’re all looking at you. “So how’re you feeling about your performance tonight?” You asked, holding your microphone up for the one standing closest to you, whose name you believed to be Michael. “We’re kinda nervous but we’re ready!” He said and as he was talking you noticed his eyes never once left your chest. You smirked, knowing exactly why that was, you were wearing a very low-cut dress that showed off your breasts very well. You decided to tease them for staring by standing up straight and sticking out your chest more. you immediately saw MIchael suck in a breathe and look away. “So that was it, thank you guys!” You said and the camera-man gave you the all clear sign. As soon as the filming stopped, Michael pulled you aside. “What the fuck was that?” He questioned you looked up at him with a confused expression on your face. “What ever do you mean?” He let out a frustrated growl, wanting so bad to kiss but knowing he can’t with all the press around. “I’ll tell you what, here’s my number. Call me after the show.” You smiled before walking back to your partner to interview another celebrity.
Calum- You and Calum have been dating for a few months now, but you haven’t announced it yet. Your career as an interviewer was just starting to take off, and you didn’t need any reason to receive hate. Today you were doing an interview with Calum’s band, and you were slightly nervous but you knew you had to play it off as if it was just another interview. You and Calum showed up at the studio and immediately went your separate ways, so no one would be suspicious. You went to your dressing room and dressed in your favorite dress, hoping the familiar piece of clothing will help calm you down. It was low-cut and hugged all your curves, it made you feel confident. Your manager called into the room to let you know you were late and needed to start heading to the set. As you made your way on to the set, you see the four boys messing around with your co-host. “Look who finally made it!” your co-host joked and you giggled before sitting in your designated seat, which was ironically right next to Calum. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.” He whispered in your ear right before the cameras started rolling. As the interview went on, you noticed Calum’s eyes weren’t exactly looking into yours. “So, Luke, what can we expect…” Your co-host went on and you and Calum took the opportunity to have a little whispered chat. “You know what that dress does to me.” Calum whispered and you gave his bewildered look. “I can’t stop staring at you.” He mumbled again before leaning in for a kiss, forgetting where you two were. “Whoa! Looks like Y/N and Calum are getting pretty close!” Michael exclaimed and everyone burst out laughing, except you and Calum, who were blushing profusely.
Luke- “What’s one material object you miss from back home?” you read out the fan question and they all gave their answers and when it came time for Luke to answer, you notice him, quite obviously staring down your low cut top. “My eyes are up here, Luke.” You smiled while motioning he look up. The other boys busted up laughing and you watched Luke’s face turn bright red. “I-I… It’s just.. you’re very beautiful..” He stuttered and you smiled at him. The interview continued and after it ended you pulled Luke aside to have a chat with him. “So about what you said… Do you really think I’m beautiful?” you asked biting your lip and he nodded vigorously, “Of course! Look at you!” He motioned his hands up and down to emphasize his point. “Well, you’re not bad yourself.” You smiled before leaning up and pressing your lips to his. “And to think this happened cause you snuck a peek at my boobs.” You giggled after pulling away, and he blushed.
Ashton- “Y/N, you need to stop being nervous, you’ll do great.” Ashton mused as he kissed your forehead, “and think of it this way, it’s just me and the boys, you talk to us all the time, just pretend it’s one of the conversations and it’s not being filmed.” He smiled to reassure you, it worked, slightly. “Alright.” You gave him a quick peck before walking to your dressing room and changing into a flowy white dress Ashton bought you. You left your dressing room and walked to where you’re meant to be interviewing the boys. As the interview started, you noticed them all staring at your chest, you instantly blushed but kept talking as if nothing was wrong. After a while, Ashton started to notice that he’s not the only one staring at you. After the interview ended, Ashton pulled you in for a passionate kiss, showing the boys who you belong to.
A/N: Once again I apologize for how short Lashton’s parts were, I suck. Also sorry that this isn’t very good, I tried… Hope you like it anyways :)
Dean held the video tape, staring at Sam with the most effective puppy eyes he could pull, but his brother wasn’t having it. -If Gabriel gave us that video with (Y/N)’s name on it, it can’t be anything good and she won’t like it.- Dean smirked, staring at the tape in his hands. -Exactly, Sam. Just imagine the possibilities!- for a second, Dean sees Sammy consider and he can clearly notice the doubt and temptation in his little brother’s face, but then it disappears again. -No, Dean, I ain’t watching that video.- The older brother looks at Sam for a second before sitting on the sofa, in front of the TV. -Well, I am.- Sam protested a little more before surrending and sitting down next to his brother. -She will hate us if it’s something embarrasing…-
-She isn’t here. And she said she’ll be gone for another two hours. She will never know!- Dean said.
The video was simple, yet shocking. A friend of (Y/N)’s, invisible because he was standing behind the camera, was filming her face and she was laughing. That was already odd. Even though Dean tried his best to make her laugh, (Y/N) didn’t laughed much. Both brothers loved the moments when they got to see her whole body moving because she was laughing so hard but, with the life they had, those moments were rare. (Y/N) was a badass hunter and the best of friends but not the happiest in the group. Could you blame any of them for not laughing much? I think not. After a few seconds of pure laughter, the camera focused on the TV where Dean, with a rather goofy face, was paused. -Oh, it’s that world where we’re actors…- Sam said, realising Gabriel’s first intentions. Dean told him to shut up as he watched (Y/N)’s laugh at his face on the TV. And then she started talking and both brothers went silent.
“-Even with that freacking face he’s super gorgeous!!! Why!!?!? Did he made a pact with a demon or something!? I just don’t get it! I do that face and I look horrible. He does that face and I still want him to bang me against a wall!-” the friend filming (Y/N) laughed hard at her words in the video. In the tape, (Y/N) kept watching Supernatural, and reacting to it. Everytime Dean was close to her screen, she would just cover her face and started talking about how unfair his greatness was. Sam laughed at Dean’s shocked face until the (Y/N) in the video got to a part of the show where he took his shirt off. “-Sammy! Damn! Ok, yeah, I’m a Dean girl but for God’s sake, if you don’t put your shirt back on, I might be changing my mind!-”
The video stopped then and Dean stared at the black screen in disbelieve. -That was…interesting…- Sam nodded, trying to controll the smile that was trying to show up in his face. Just as Dean was standing up to take the video out, (Y/N) entered the room with two bags of food. -I’m back, boys! And yes, Dean, I brought you pie… What? Why are you looking at me like that?- Dean’s smirk was obvious and (Y/N) was staring at him now, confused. -So…- Sam begged Dean mentally to not give anything away but it was too late. -…you’re a Dean girl, huh?-
she was his wife. The first time I came into the room to check his chart, she
was so still. It was like she was holding her breath, like maybe if she was
quiet enough, focused enough, he would wake up. I’ve never really seen devotion
asking her friend, the angry brunette, how long they’d been married. I still
can’t believe they’re not together. Although, from the look on the friend’s face,
I’m not the only one.
every day, she doesn’t leave. It’s been over a month and they’re both kind of
wasting away in there. I asked her why she doesn’t go home to sleep, it’s not
like he’d notice, and she just said ‘he’s home’. So. I bring her sandwiches
now, because the trash cans in his room were always full of Jell-o cups and I’m
pretty sure that coma-guy wasn’t the one eating them. His name’s Cameron, I
know, but in this job you learn to keep a safe distance. The ICU isn’t a wing
with a lot of happy endings. She seems to be partial to cherry. God, I wonder
what it’s like to be loved like that. It’s a shame that he’s not awake for it.
I asked Dr. Wells what his odds are, she said not good. I’ve grown kind of
attached to the blonde, the way you learn to appreciate art. Silent, beautiful,
tragic. A million words, a million meanings in one glance, one touch. She’s
always touching him, always looking at him. I don’t know what she’s seeing, but
whatever it is keeps her there.
Aiden was driving his motorcycle down the street of Surprise Valley when he noticed a familiar looking car parked at the gas station. Aiden had to turn his bike around to make sure it was the car. He cursed before driving up to the gas station and parking. A familiar face he thought he’d never see after college. Aiden got off his bike and walked up to her. “Addy?” he called out.