one more semester left

I Dream of Cassie

Ok, but a modern-day genie story, where Dean is the poor sap who ends up with the genie’s lamp.

He’s just some random college student who’s overworked and underpaid and completing an internship on top of a full load of classes. He’s barely holding his shit together, but he just has one more semester left, and he’s in the clear…when he’ll have to get a job to start paying off his student loans. Whoopee.

And then one day, he somehow ends up with this weird-as-fuck looking lamp thing, but he doesn’t realize it til the thing tumbles out of his shoulder bag after a long day where he was hauling ass all around the city for his stupid internship. So he has no idea where the hell this thing came from or whose it is. But as he goes to pick it up, it slips out of his grasp, and out pops this dark haired, glowy, blue-eyed genie who’s giving his whole spiel about “three wishes, rules, blah blah blah”

But the thing is, Dean’s heard about genies, he *knows* how the tricky little fuckers work, so he refuses. Plus he’s not on board with the whole “enslaved to you for eternity” thing; this is the twenty-first century, goddammit. So instead of using the wishes, he just sticks the lamp on a shelf and tells the genie (Cas, as he comes to learn) that he can just hang out in the apartment until Dean figures out who to get the lamp to.

And at first Cas is kind of miffed; how the hell is he supposed to bring about some well-deserved just desserts if Dean won’t actually wish anything?? But Cas kind of likes the freedom that he suddenly finds himself with. Like, Dean is the chillest fucker Cas has ever met, no matter how much Cas complains.

. “I’m bored!”

“Welcome to the internet. You can use my laptop anytime.”

. "I’m cold!”

“Thermostat’s right on that wall.”

. "I’m hungry!”

“Fridge is through there.”

So Cas decides to bide his time; Dean is going to slip up at some point right? Right… but the thing is, Dean doesn’t actually do much in the apartment. Between work and classes and the few friends he manages to keep up with, he’s only in the apartment long enough to shower, scarf down some food, and crash for the night.

Even so, Cas begins to notice…things. Like how Dean’s bummed about a test grade, or pissed about a group project where someone’s not doing their share, or coming down with the sniffles. And at first Cas ignores it; why should he, an immortal, all-powerful creature, deign to notice the plights of one insignificant human?

But as time passes, Cas realizes that Dean isn’t just some insignificant human; he’s probably the best damn person Cas has ever interacted with, and throughout millennia of being stuck in that lamp, Cas has interacted with more than his fair share of awful people.

Dean takes time to talk to the genie at the end of the day, no matter how tired he is. He always makes sure there’s enough food in the fridge. And even though Cas doesn’t actually need to eat (he was just complaining to be an annoying little shit), he begins taking the time to eat with Dean.

And as they eat together, it’s natural that certain topics will come up. Dean asks Cas how he became attached to the lamp, Cas asks Dean how he ended up with an internship in a department he hates. They figure out it’s pretty much the same answer for both of them: wrong place at the wrong time.

After a while, Dean starts to feel bad because the genie’s kind of stuck in limbo without a purpose now. He tries to figure out if there’s a way to free Cas, but apparently there’s this whole ritual that involves the blood of a virgin’s firstborn and the root of a tree that hasn’t grown in over 4 thousand years. So pretty much Cas is stuck with him until they can figure out the rightful owners of the lamp…which probably won’t be until after the internship ends—sorry, Cas.

Not that Cas really minds. Once he got over the whole “no more wishes” thing, he actually started enjoying his time with Dean; he’s like the brother Cas lost when he was enslaved to the lamp. Right? Because that’s totally what’s happening here; these emotions he’s experiencing are totally platonic, like what one would feel towards a sibling or good friend. Definitely nothing more than that.

But brothers and friends can still do nice things for each other. So, even without any wishes, Cas begins to help Dean out (unbeknownst to Dean, of course; he made it perfectly clear at the start that he doesn’t want or need Cas’s help). That class that Dean wasn’t doing so great in? He found someone who’s willing to tutor him for free. The slacker who wouldn’t help on the group project? Suddenly got expelled, so he won’t affect the group’s grade anymore. Those sniffles? Gone.

And Dean appreciates what Cas is doing, even if he doesn’t realize what’s really happening. And Cas is so careful about it, only doing things that could be explained through means other than magic, because he knows that if Dean ever found out, he’d be pissed…and that would be the end of Cas’s good thing with Dean.

And he’s helping Dean! Dean seems happier, and he smiles more, and his laugh comes out more easily, and he’s actually spending more time in the dorm resting and just hanging out with Cas. Things are going pretty awesome, until it comes around and kicks the genie in the ass.

Yeah, that tutor that Cas specifically found to help Dean? Totally hitting on him every chance she gets. And when Dean first tells Cas about it, he can’t figure out if Dean’s pleased or not. And it drives him to distraction because does he like this girl back or not, dammit?

And Cas doesn’t wanna push it; if Dean wants to date some idiot bimbo who thinks with her implants and not her brain, so be it. No big deal, right? Except that it totally is and it bugs the shit out of Cas. But he decides that he won’t interfere; he’ll let nature take its course.

Until the night Dean comes back with a black eye. Apparently the tutor tried to seduce him into taking things further, like to the back seat of his car, and when Dean refused, the girl defaulted to typical college drama queen and started sobbing and berating Dean instead. Which, of course, caused her older brother to freak out at Dean, which led to the brand new shiner he’d be sporting for a few days, at least.

And Cas is about to storm out and find this bitch ass to set her straight about how she treats wonderful, spectacular people like Dean. But before he can get very far, Dean’s grabbing him by the wrist, just a gentle hold that should mean nothing to an immortal, all-powerful creature, like himself, but it stops him more effectively than any warding sigil.

“Cas,” Dean murmurs, a rueful smile on his lips, “it’s not a big deal. Honestly, the girl and her brother were both so shit faced, I doubt they’ll remember it.”

“But, but…” Cas flounders.

He brings his free hand up, his fingers brushing ever so gently against Dean’s stubbled cheek, just like he would if he were about to heal him. But he doesn’t, even though it would be the easiest thing in the world. He can’t; it’ll be way too obvious. All of the other things he’s done for Dean have been simple enough to explain away through non-magical methods, but this… this would be definite and deliberate, and Dean would know. And he probably wouldn’t be very appreciative.

Cas’s eyes flicker to Dean’s, prepared to see confusion at Cas’s hesitation or even distaste at their closeness. What he doesn’t expect is…fondness? Amusement?

“Go ahead,” Dean allows. “I know you want to.”

“Want to what?” Cas hedges, keeping his face carefully neutral.

“I know what you’ve been doing, Cas,” Dean admits, and Cas freezes.

“What have I been doing?”

Dean rolls his eyes as he slowly trails his fingers down the inside of Cas’s wrist that he still holds, his palm warm against Cas’s as he tangles his fingers with the genie’s.

“Suddenly finding a tutor after weeks of searching?”

Cas shrugs, his eyes sliding down to hide his lies. “You put out a lot of feelers; one had to bite eventually.”

“Gordon getting expelled out of nowhere?” Dean continues, ducking his head so he can look right into Cas’s eyes.

“He was using, and he cheated on practically every assignment; he did that to himself,” Cas mutters stubbornly.

“My cold clearing up practically overnight?” Dean presses, his fingers tightening around Cas’s.

“It wasn’t that bad of a cold…” Cas whispers guiltily.

“It took Jo and Benny out of classes for almost a full week,” Dean counters.

Cas finally looks back up at Dean, his cheeks flaming.

“Okay, so I helped you out a few times,” Cas finally concedes. “I just…I wanted to do something for you after how nicely you treated me.”

“Is that it?” Dean wonders, but his green eyes are still teasing and kind.

Cas’s blush worsens. “No, I suppose not.”

“What is it then?” Dean whispers as he slowly ducks in to bring his mouth closer to Cas’s.

And at first Cas can hardly believe it; Dean knows and he’s not mad! What’s more, he doesn’t seem upset by Cas’s affections…if anything, he seems to reciprocate them! Cas’s mind circles around and around until finally, he realizes that there’s really only one course of action to take.

With a strangled whimper, he moves in to press his mouth against Dean’s, the fingers of his free hand that Dean isn’t holding still stroking against Dean’s cheek. Dean smiles into the kiss, but it’s not long before his lips are too busy for even that.

When they pull apart, panting heavily and smiling dopily, Dean’s black eye is gone.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean says as he moves back in.

“Anytime, Dean,” Cas replies between kisses.

Later, when Cas and Dean are curled up together on the couch watching Dr. Sexy, Dean asks, “Why did you want to keep it such a secret?”

Cas frowns at him. “You made it perfectly clear when we first met that you didn’t want my help.”

“No,” Dean says, “I didn’t want your wishes. I’ve read enough lore to know that those things come back to bite you in the ass.”

“Well, not always,” Cas admits. Dean arches a brow at him. “The wishes are meant to teach a lesson, but if someone has a truly good soul, then no lessons need to be taught.”

“Are you saying I have a good soul?” Dean wonders, his brow furrowing.

Cas smiles as he smooths his hand over the lines that have appeared there. “You are, by all accounts, a righteous man with a good soul, Dean Winchester. And if I have to belong to someone for the rest of time, you are the one that I would wish for.”

He leans in for another kiss, which Dean readily grants.

You Are My Song (Pt. 9)

Originally posted by babywoon

Summary: You meet Kihyun in psychology class and can’t stand him.  Outside of class is a different story.

Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author.  I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.

Members: Kihyun x Reader

Rating: PG-13/Fluff/brief mentions of smut

Length: 4.166 words

(A/N: Guys! This is the second to last chapter! This gave me all the feels while writing it so I really hope you guys like it!!!! Stay tuned for the final chapter, hopefully this weekend!)

Previous Next

Keep reading

Sisterly Bond

This part of the chapter popped into my mind and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to add more of the frayed connection that Nesta has with Feyre. This chapter is about the huntress, her friend and sisters on the hunt…for a dress! And what is Nesta going to confess to Feyre about Cassian??? 

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

“What do you mean you don’t have a dress?!” Mor leapt off the couch in Nesta and Elain’s apartment. 

“I have dresses,” Nesta disagreed. 

“Summer dresses don’t count,” Feyre scrolled through her phone without looking up. 

“There is no way you are turning up in a summer dress,” Mor began pacing back and forth while Nesta and Elain sat watching her from their own seats in the living room.

“As if I would show up to a formal event in a casual dress,” Nesta rolled her eyes. At this rate she might do that if only to see Mor spontaneously combust at the sight.

“Where are we going to find a dress in such a short amount of time? We only have a week left and the holiday shoppers have probably scooped up all the best dresses!” Mor stopped her pacing and turned around to face Nesta. “Do not worry though. If it takes all week for us to find you a dress then I will not rest until we find the perfect one for you!”

“That’s thoughtful of you,” Elain said with a gentle smile. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find a dress if you’re helping with the search.”

“We can buy a simple one in the mall,” Nesta said taking a sip of tea. Her posture at ease and similar to that of a queen addressing a meager issue that was not of major importance compared to other things on her mind. She was more worried about the event itself rather than the dress. There was bound to be many people there most of whom were large business figures and could be a potential doorway into Nesta’s career path. A strategy was needed to face them and gain some sort of good mark on their memory once she graduated in the spring. It was hard to imagine she had one more semester left of school.

“That won’t do,” Mor mumbled. “You can’t show up wearing a dress from the prom section of an outlet store.”

Nesta opened her mouth to say something about Mor’s comment when Feyre stood up.

“I just found this boutique online that is open today,” Feyre said pocketing her phone. “We should head over there and see what we can find Nesta.”

“Right now?” Nesta turned incredulously toward her youngest sister.

“Yes! Let’s go now! The sooner the better!” Mor tugged both Elain and Nesta off the couch with surprising strength. It was easy to forget that the blonde beauty had much more than looks going for her. She was trained to fight since her teen years after being brought to her cousin’s home.

“I’m coming with you?” Elain asked excitedly. 

“Let’s make this a girl’s day,” Feyre said with a smile.

“It was already a girl’s day,” Nesta said being pulled to the door by Mor. 

“And now it’s a shopping day so let’s go and find you a dress,” Mor stopped by the door as everyone gathered their purses, coats and shoes. 

Keep reading


Title: Saved

Pairing: Hotch x reader

Based off of this anon request:

Hi! I love your Hotch stories! 😍 I was wondering if you could write a Hotch x reader where the team finds a girl who was held hostage by a guy for several months/years and over time Hotch grows feelings for her. At first, he tries to hide it because he is older than her, but over time he can’t deny it. Maybe you can add a little Jack in there too.

A/N: I didn’t get to add in the Jack part, but I hope you like it.

Thank you so much for requesting! XOXOXO

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

Keep reading

disney-princess-in-the-making  asked:

Registering for classes is kind of a huge stressor for most students, and Dex is no exception. Yes he's an athlete so he gets to go ahead of the masses, but he still has to wait his turn. He's made six contingency plans, spoken with his advisor twice, and may very well drop out and catch lobsters forever if this doesn't work, but the mechanics class he needs most is only offered every other Spring, and there's only one seat left. How many times does Nursey have to tell him to 'chill' that night?

The real question is, how many times can Nursey say “dude chill” before Dex punches him in the face?

Right now, he’s thinking the answer is one.

Nursey hasn’t even said anything - he doesn’t have to, there’s just this smug look on his face that makes Dex want to punch something. And just because Derek Nurse doesn’t seem to care if he gets into the classes he needs for next semester, Dex certainly does. A lot. 

His schedule has been carefully mapped out since he first met his advisor at freshman orientation. With his meticulous planning he’s able to juggle three core classes and two gen-eds a semester, plus hockey and hopefully the honors program next year. Dex isn’t about to let his scholarship to this prestigious school go to waste.

Nursey on the other hand… Dex glares at him over the top of his lap top for good measure. It’s easier this way anyways, pretending to be angry. It distracts him a bit from the seconds ticking down on his watch, counting down until it’s his turn to enroll in classes for the spring semester. Of course, this means he’s paying attention to the way Nursey taps his pen against his lower lip, unable to look away from the strong arch of his eyebrows and the pretty shadows his lashes cast on his cheeks. Which is stupid, because he shouldn’t be considering the most obnoxious person on the planet to be pretty

Keep reading


What’s good! I’m Amir but I go by AJ. I’m 23, single, and I reside in Atlanta. I’m a father, but unfortunately I don’t get to see my son as much as I’d like to. Baby mama be tripping. Smh I’m in college, I have one more semester left. I’m currently the assistant manager at one of the dopest sneaker boutiques in Atlanta. I love my job but retail can be stressful asf at times. Anyways, don’t be a stranger! 

one more semester. 

that’s all i have left.

i can do this.

i can do this.

i may not be going to college.

but my life still means something.

i mean something.

i’m going to tell myself this

no matter how much i don’t believe it.

i mean something.


Just one more exam left and then my semester will end so I’m opened for commissions from now!

Prices: 1.Sketch: Headshot - $8 // Knee up - $10 // Full body - $12 2. Lineart: Headshot - $10 // Knee up - $12 // Full body - $14 3. Coloured: **Headshot - $22 // Knee up - $26 // Full body - $32

I accept the payment only via PayPal. My PayPal e-mail: Please write me via e-mail! (My e-mail address: Thank you!