pizza and beer and netflix

slow and steady.

we’ve been together for seven years, married for two and a half. we’ve had ups and downs, we’ve had times where we feel super close and in love and so on our marriage game, and we’ve had times where we feel distant and so tired of fighting.

we’ve learned that we need to make space for each other to thrive. we need to continue making goals, personally and in our marriage. we’ve got to make our own sacrifices, to help each other with those goals. always working towards something, always moving forward.

we’ve learned that it’s ok to have bad days, it’s ok if every day isn’t a fairy tale, it’s ok to be boring married people. it’s ok to stay home and eat pizza and drink beer and do laundry together and watch Friends on Netflix for two hours before falling asleep. it’s ok to skip the party and use the kid as an excuse. it’s ok if everyday isn’t exciting, because life is hard work and marriage is hard work and parenting is hard work. real life can be mundane and boring and super lame sometimes.

but our love is never mundane, it moves slow and steady and strong. I choose him everyday, and he chooses me. there is always a basic understanding that, no matter how hard it gets, no matter how big the fight, no matter how helpless the situation, we are on the same team and we will work everything out, together, eventually.

so my relationship advice to you is this: find someone who you want to work hard with. someone who you want to work out the big fights with. someone who you can go through the mundane everyday of life with and still be so happy at the end of the day. someone you could be poor with, someone you could figure out money and adult life stuff with. someone who loves your quirks and pushes you towards your goals. someone who balances you out and compliments your strengths and fills in your weaknesses. someone you can always laugh with, someone who eases your mind, someone who keeps you safe. someone who chooses you, and who you want to choose everyday for forever. someone who still excites you even after seven years or twenty years or fifty five years. find that person and you’ll be golden.

Waltz #2, Part 1

Castiel x Reader

A/N: A reboot of this series. I’m changing a few things and giving it the TLC it deserves.  Waltz #2 by Elliott Smith

Summary: You were finally slipping into a comfortable routine with the Winchesters, finding life in the bunker to be damn near perfect. That is until the day you met their angel friend, Castiel. Something is wrong, you feel an invisible pull toward the angel and you aren’t sure why. But are some questions better left unanswered? 

“I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow.”

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Apollo Pt.2

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Writer blocks can be really frustrating, and sometimes having a “muse” doesn’t really help either. - Specially when your inspiration might not be there with you forever. ModernAU!

Warnings: Mostly fluff at first, angst. Mentions of drug use (as a joke), swearing.

Words: 2644

A/N: Instead of referring the reader as “She” I’ll change the pronoun to “you”, since the last one is neutral and can be used for both genders. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Originally posted by existentialsmokebreaks

Bucky bit his lower lip as he tried to find a proper answer, answer that he himself didn’t even know. When he was thinking about a new life in Europe, he forgot he would have to deal with losing boundaries, saying goodbye, and kick them from his life. You found yourself static and stiff, trying to process the idea of him grabbing a suitcase and escaping from your life. You laughed at the idea, because he was not yours; he wasn’t an object you could own. Yet, not only was he your inspiration, but also your anchor to the real world, since, as a writer, you’re likely to spend more time dissociating yourself from the real world than actually living in it.

“I guess I’d have to do sacrifices.” He gave (y/n) a tight smile, trying to find an instant solution to a problem that hadn’t happened yet. He pulled you closer and hid his nose where your neck and shoulder connected, just to take a deep breath and mumble “don’t think about that right now, I’d never leave your side even if you punched me in the face multiple times while begging me to get my ass out of your appartment.” He squeezed you in his arms. “We’re like those conjoined twins. You’re like my sister.” That declaration made you feel a pit in your stomach.

“Man, that’s the creepiest and weirdest comparison you’ve ever made.” The wrinkles in your nose showed up, trying to distract yourself from that bad feeling “remember that time you were so high you asked me that if someone was killed in a living room wouldn’t it be called dying room afterwards?” you scoffed, grinning as you could see embarrassment reflected in his eyes.

“Oh god shut up.” he retired himself as he thrown you the crust of the last slice, while you tried to hide a smirk by taking a sip from your beer. “I’m never smoking pot while drinking again. I’m not a college student anymore.” James complained.

“I still can’t believe you did that to impress that girl… Molly? Mary?”

“Mindy.” He remembered “I had a thing for young bad girls during a short period of time…” He covered his eyes while biting his lip.

“Short?” You lifted your brows “Buck, you dated her for a year and after splitting with her you hanged out with her best friend for like, 2 years more? If it wasn’t because I wanted to steal wifi from your house your car would have “Motherfucker” writt…”

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Just… Stop reminding me that phase.” Bucky shook his head, trying to get rid of those memories.

“Welp, that tattoo you got does the job for me” You teased as he groaned, lifting up his shirt.

With grey lines which were supposed to be black years ago, a pin-up style girl with a pork head showed up on his hip. It was the clear representation of why you shouldn’t get a tattoo drunk and mostly, for a girl. You dared to press your fingertips against his firm skin, feeling goosebumps as you could feel this eyes staring down at you and his warm touch. 

His sight scanned your face, searching for some expression while he felt like he was craving for your touch somehow. Maybe he was just turned on, impatient for seeing his new girlfriend again this night.

“Like what you see?” James teased this time with that cocky smile, making you feel overwhelmed. Of course, you wouldn’t let your nervousness take over your behaviour. 

“In fact, you need to lose some weight.” (y/n) tapped his abs. Bucky, open-mouthed looked at you like you just offended his ancestors, pushing you to burst into a laugh. “Now get out of here, miss inspiration is knocking on my door and I need to answer.” You stood up, grabbing his arm as he moaned and complained. “Stop being childish, and go with Hope. I know she’s waiting for you.” You added, seeing with sadness how his eyes turned bright as you mentioned her.

And with your daily dose of Bucky Barnes, you started to type again.


Months passed and your book improved, at the same time James improved his relationship with Hope. Nonetheless, your inspiration issue was the same. You still needed him by your side, and the seriousness of his relationship with his girlfriend didn’t help. You could feel how his time with you was starting to be reduced, and how his attention was escaping from your fingertips. Stress and sadness was taking over your life and in consequence you spent more time daydreaming and using those lapses for your book in development. The quality of your work, however, decreased.

“Honey, you need to take a break. It’s been awhile since you went outside your home.” Advised Wanda. 

“I need to finish this bloody book, I need the money, I’m broke.” That had been your excuse. Economical problems, and deadlines.

“Broke my ass.” You heard Natasha in the background. You saw her putting on her jacket on the screen of your phone. “We’re picking you up in 20 minutes, be ready and don’t you dare to escape, ‘cause we’ll find you.” She threatened while getting close to the camera.

With resignation you throw your phone and decided to fix your aspect a little. They didn’t know how you felt about Bucky, and you were seriously questioning if you should tell them.

The warmth of the coffee was melting your frozen hands, and the smell brought you memories from that happy time when your social life and health were more important than ending a novel. It was surprising how could our jobs absorb what we used to love to do.

“C’mon girls, it’s not like we’re on an intervention.” You said, rolling our eyes.

“In fact.” Natasha took a sip from her coffee. “It is.” Wanda nodded.

“Why are you girls doing this? I’m fine, what’s the problem of being dedicated to your job?”

“(y/n), you’re not dedicated to your job, you’re using it to evade yourself. It feels like years since you’ve been hanging out with us” Wanda took your hands and pressed them together firmly. “Is there something wrong?”

You looked at them, guilt pressing your lungs, and fear crossing your mind. It was not a secret how close you and Bucky were, but there was no need for nobody to know your feelings towards him. It was something really common, and a simple crush like that one could be just temporal. At least that’s what you kept saying to yourself all these years.

“Its- It’s nothing.” You focused on your cup, hoping them to forget about it and start having a good time together, like the good ol’ days.

“(y/n)…” Whispered Wanda.

She knew something was hunting you, she always had this ability of looking inside your mind, and you knew it. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she figured out your crush on Buck by just staring at you.

“I- I think I started developing feelings towards someone I shoudn’t.” You summarised. 

At that moment, you could see how Nat and Wanda shared an understanding look. You frowned. 

“She fell for Buck.” Added Natasha, giving you a mother-like glance. “Oh dear.”

“It’s… It’s nothing like that.” You sighed. “It’s just that somehow he helps me to write easily, and I need him so I can do my job.” You justified, trying not to lose it in the Need Him. “It’s been awhile since we’ve spent time together. Hope is such a great person, and they’re going serious in the couple thing. It’s getting more complicated for me to keep on going with the chapters when he’s not here, but that’s not something I can tell to my editor and expect some deadline delay.”

“(Y/N/N), spit it out.” Demanded Wanda, getting impatience.

At some point, your walls started to crack and, slowly, you felt weight falling on your shoulders, and how a lump was forming in your throat.

“I miss him.” You finally declared, not being able to look at your friends in the eye. “I- Okay I fell for him, long time ago.” Something warm was rolling down your cheek, but you refused to believe you were crying for him. You couldn’t. You had no right for being sad. “Months ago when he told me about his new girl he said he would leave the country for her. He would leave all behind for her.”

Your words tasted bitter in your tongue, because saying it out loud made you realise. He was in love. Hell no, he was crazy in love. With Hope. He found his soulmate, and you were the one who was always represented as the girl left behind, the one who would find her home in him, but not being corresponded.

“Honey, don’t think about that. He’s still here, only a phone call away. Call him, tell him to come around, let his vibes help you on your writing, enjoy some time with him again.” They encouraged. “It might be hard, but If his presence is all you need, you should do it.”

And with that, you three started to talk about other issues, making you forget for a moment you were in love.

“Pizzaman is here!” You heard him say like a record. You closed your eyes, relieved, after not hearing his voice for a long time.

“I Missed you so much!” You repeated. But this time was different. This time your body was searching for him, avid to press your chest against James’.

“(y/n) I swear to god if you’re saying that to the pi… Oh” He mumbled, surprised that your arms wrapped around him first. He smiled, pressing his nose against your hair and smelling your scent. God, he felt like home. “Missed you too little marshmallow.” He kept you hugged around him. He had no problems with it.

Time was irrelevant for you both. It felt like it was yesterday when you had a long night talk, eating pizza, drinking beers, binge watching Netflix. It felt like it was yesterday you two found out you were that close together.

“You gotta be kidding me (y/n)” He said, completely surprised and honoured. “Don’t play with my feelings like that, you know I’m sensitive.” He acted like he was wiping tears from his face while you grinned like a little kid finding out how handsome boys were for the first time. In fact, he loved the idea of you finding a story behing his existence, because he felt like he was art for you.

“I swear it’s like my brain refuses to work if you’re not around.” You gestured, exaggerating your moves. “It’s like you’re my muse.” You joked, hiding a little bit of truth in every word.

“Muses are only for women darling.” Bucky corrected. “I’d be like Apollo or something like that.” His cocky smile appeared.

“Don’t attribute yourself all the effort.” You punched him sightly on his arm. “I’m the writer, remember?” You two laughed until a comfortable silence settled in the room.

“(y/n)…” James called. You looked at him. “Hope is coming here in a few minutes, we want to tell you something important.” Your smile faded, your chest felt heavy with every breath you were taking.

“Is she pregnant?” You asked, feeling partially relieved as you saw him shake his head.

“No, not yet.” That yet. He wanted to. “Remember when I told you I would move to The UK if she had to… Leave?”

You wished time had some effort on you again. Make the moment faster, emotionless. You wished every damn second to be minutes so time could pass faster and leave this situation behind. With all your will, you nodded.

“Her visa ends in a week and… I think I’m moving with her.” You could see his lips curving up a little bit at the idea. Of course, it was difficult for him to tell you that either. She’s your best and closest friend, of couse you’re feeling like shit leaving her here. He mumbled to himself.

“Bu- Bucky, I just told you you’re the one who’s actually helping me to end this shitty novel.” You stuttered, without any idea of how to act anymore. With a frowned face, he looked at you confused.

“What are you trying to say?” He felt a little bit annoyed. He wanted your support and your approval, only to get a nonsense mumble about your job.

“I mean, It’s my job, I need to keep going and earn a little bit of…”

“I can’t believe what you’re saying.” He stood up, without breaking eye contact. “I came here to tell you that I’m starting a new life in somewhere new, and all you care about is your fucking job?” He gestured showing indignation. 

“I can’t do anything about it Buck, It’s a job!” This was your way for asking him to stay. You were new at showing strong emotions, and you didn’t know how to deal with it.

“I am not an amulet, (y/n)! Stop being so selfish, all I needed was your support!” He shouted at you. “You’re acting like a spoiled brat!”

“Do you think I like my creativity to be bounded to you like this? Do you think I’m happy with the idea of my closest friend leaving to an island?” You stood up next to him.

“WELL, THEN YOU SHOULD STOP BEING SO ATTACHED TO ME AND FIND ANOTHER MAN TO PLAY AROUND WITH, WOULD YOU?” He raised his voice a little bit more

“DO YOU THINK I HAVEN’T TRIED THAT CRAP?” You screamed, tears running down your cheeks like waterfalls “ HAVEN’T YOU THOUGHT THAT MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, ASSHOLE?”

You froze. He froze. You were scared, he was surprised. You wanted some reaction from him, but he didn’t move for what it felt like hours. And then, you finally got it. He moved. He walked towards the door. He opened it, ready to leave, only to find Hope standing still in the corridor. You gasped when you saw him wrapping his arms around her the way he used to do to you, whispering something to her ear, and kissing her lips shortly after leaving you with his girlfriend. 

You couldn’t find any strength to keep yourself up, so you let your body hit the couch, tired. Hope walked and sat next to you, resting her hand in your thigh, rubbing it, trying to comfort you. You looked at her, confusion dripping from your eyes.

“Have you…?” You didn’t need to complete the question, she just nodded. “I’m sorry.” You apologised.

“Don’t be, dear.” She smiled at you, showing empathy. “We can’t control our feelings, It’s not your fault.” You kept yourself quiet, still impressed by the way she was treating you. “It happened to me once, too.” She confessed, staring at the white wall. “But the feeling fades. And we move on.” She took your hand. “Right now Bucky and I are in love. Well, at least I am.” She laughed softly. Even her laugh was something angelical. “He’s the type of person you would fall easily in love with.” You agreed at that, even though it took you years to realize how much you loved him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t find someone out there. I’m saying this because I don’t want to be the type of woman pictured as a bitch anywhere. I understand how you feel, and I know the pain.” You closed you eyes, drowning a gasp. “I don’t really know you, (y/n), but I feel like you’re an incredible woman, and finding another man won’t be difficult to you. And, I truly hope you find one as good as Bucky is for me.” With that, she took her purse, gave you a warm look, and left.

Things I love about the signs

ARIES: THE most LOYAL individual you will ever meet, they won’t play old Taylor Swift songs because they know it reminds you of that time an evil cat bit you.

TAURUS: HELPFUL. Taurus is always willing to lend a hand when you need it, no questions asked, even that time you showed up at their house in a cop car.

GEMINI: THOUGHTFUL. Gemini’s are constantly thinking of others, which is why they took away your phone so you wouldn’t call your boss high again.

CANCER: LOVING. Cancer will always let you know that you are loved. Even if it means waking up to 600 texts about how you shine like an angel.

LEO: CONFIDENT. Leo’s are great at reminding you that you are fierce, by forcing you to get off the couch and getting your hand out of the bowl of Fritos.

VIRGO: NURTURING. Virgo’s look out for people like they are their ducklings, If the mom was a Raccoon. 

LIBRA: COMFORTING. Libra’s have a way of making others feel good again. Whether that means pizza and beer or netflix and chill.

SCORPIO: INSIGHTFUL. Scorpio’s can offer up new points of view, like the reason for your break up wasn’t because he couldn’t commit, you’re just crazy.

SAGITTARIUS: HONEST. Sagittarius will always tell you the truth, even about that time you stole a french fry from them, with your mouth.

CAPRICORN: DEPENDABLE. Capricorn will have your back, keep your secrets, and hide the body.

AQUARIUS: SUPPORTIVE. Aquarius will encourage you to take the twelfth shot of Vodka, and then they will hold your hair back.

PISCES: KIND. Pisces, won’t tell you your dress looks bad, they’ll just recommend a better color.

On Fire

This is my second drabble for @ellen-reincarnated1967 and I’s little Winter Wonders adventure. Our prompt for Dean and Jensen was Candlelight mishab. This is my version for Dean. Find Andi’s Jensen Here.

The alarms going off in the Bunker cause you to pull your earphones of your head and fly of the bed. You grabbed your gun as you ran out into the hallway, not sure what they were warning you about until you smelled smoke.

You lowered your gun and ran towards the smell. The hallway was getting more and more foggy as you went. You were coughing as you reached the bathroom were flames climbing up the shower curtain. Your boyfriend was desperately trying to put out the fire on the math, beating it with his shirt.

“Dean what the hell?” You screamed at him as your hunter’s instincts immediately took over. You ran across the room grabbing the showerhead and aiming a wall of water at the curtain until it died out. As soon as you were sure it wasn’t coming back to life, you turned the water at the math, soaking your boyfriend in the process as you put out the second fire in the room.

As soon as you were sure, the danger was over you turned off the water and glared at Dean.

“How in the hell does one light a bathroom on fire dude?” You hissed at him. More than a little annoyed with the mess he had forced you to make.

“Sam took Mom on a trip back to Lawrence. Cas is still off with Crowley hunting Lucifer. So we have the place to ourselves for a for a few days. I wanted to surprise you,” Dean tried to explain. Clearly upset over your anger. You frowned and looked around the room, slowly realizing what was going on.

There was a faint smell of lavender hanging in the air beneath all the smoke. Destroyed rose petals were scattered across the room and knock over candles by the full bathtub.

You’re mouth fell open as it suddenly came clear to you, what Dean had tried to do. He had never done something like this for you. He was sweet and attentive, but not really a grand gestures kinda guy.

You didn’t want to laugh at him. You really didn’t. What he had tried to do for you was so incredibly sweet, but the vision of him trying to put out the fire, he had probably started knocking over the bath oil soaked shower curtain, reentered your mind.

“Yeah laugh it up Y/N. Real funny,” Dean pouted looking towards the floor, clearly hurt by your fit of laughter. You instantly regretted your reaction and stopped, slowly walking up to him running your hands up his chest trying to get his attention.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too. It’s just…” You stopped trying to explain when Dean still wouldn’t look at you. He didn’t shy away from your touch, but his lack of eye contact meant he was hurting and you hated yourself for it.

“Dean you know, you didn’t have to do something like this to make me happy right?” You asked desperately trying to get him to look at you, but he still didn’t.

“Well good cause I failed, just like with everything else,” he mumbled, his words tearing at your heart.

“You don’t fail at everything. You are a great hunter. You are an amazing brother and you are a fantastic boyfriend.” You insisted. Your last words seemed to make him loosen up a bit.

“Yeah?” he asked finally wrapping his arms around your waist and meeting your gaze.

“Yes. What do you say I go out and get some pizza and beers while you clean this up. We can watch netflix and cuddle in your room?” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Is cuddle code for chill?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you making you laugh and press your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

“Idiot,” you grinned at him. Dean instantly hoisted you into the air and press you against the wall. A small squeal of surprise erupted from your lungs and a satisfied smirk slid across Dean’s face.

“Smartass,” he retorted. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, robbing you of any chance to argue and making your forget all about pizza, netflix and the mess around you.

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Drink, Drank, Drunk.

Anonymous asked: How about 17? Thanks.

ohladybegood asked: I’m really enjoying your fics. How about skimmons #17?

Thanks for prompting! Okay this involves a lot of tequila, because for some reason I could see Skye drinking a lot of tequila. Anyway. Prompt 17 is Drink, Drank, Drunk. Skye and Jemma unwind after a long day at work. 

“C’mon, Jem. This is a good idea. You’re the one who says you need to unwind after a long day of work.” Skye stands in the doorway with two bottles of tequila in her hands. She moves to set everything down on the coffee table where an arrangement of shot glasses, lemons and salt has already been displayed before Jemma got home. There’s also enough cash to pay for the pizza and Skye’s laptop with the red Netflix screen.

“Yes, with a beer, Skye. Not with two bottles of tequila.” She laughs nonetheless and hops on the couch with Skye, who has slouched down and connected her laptop to the widescreen tv.

“What’s the difference, really. We’ll get drunk in the end anyway, because we’re tired and we’ve started drinking before our pizza got here. So we might as well just drink the tequila.”

“Fine, but you’re not drinking from the bottle. And you’re not opening the door in your bra like last time.”

“Maybe without pants on this time then, maybe?” Skye grins and dodges Jemma’s hand when she wants to shove her.

“Skye!”

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Hockey Luke

Hey guys! So sorry I haven’t written in a while. Iv’e been really busy with sports and school. This was written for @lukebitches This isn’t my best writing, but hope you like it!

part 2

The crowd roared as yet another goal was scored by the famous blondie on your college’s hockey team. People stood from their seats, popcorn flying as Hemmings did a victory dance in the middle of the ring, fellow teammates rushing towards him. Your school had won championships for four straight years now, all lead by team captain Luke Hemmings. You smiled, mainly in amusement, as you sat and watched girls screaming at the boy, wearing tight skirts and cropped shirts hoping to get his attention. Luke paid attention to none of them, skimming the crowd. He finally locked eyes with you and you smirked. He winked and blew you a kiss, causing every girl in your section to give you a glare. You sighed and shook your head at the boy, ignoring the stares. People soon started to exit the rink, but you stayed back, waiting for Luke to be finished.

You had gotten to know Luke in your first year at college. He had happened to have every class with you that year, and the two of you soon bonded. He had become one of your closest friends over the years, as well as your biggest crush. Although you flirted with your lanky friend occasionally, you had never tried to make a move. You’re friendship with Luke was too important to risk anything else. On top of that, every girl on campus would wish you were dead. But recently, it seemed like he was flirting back….

“Y/l/n!” You heard Luke call, and you stood up, awoken from your thoughts of Luke. You tried to hide your blush as you walked over, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Hemmings,” you replied, grinning as you approached him. “How’d I do?” He smiled back, pulling you into a hug. You inhaled the smell of his cologne and vanilla shampoo, closing your eyes. “Great, as always,” you smiled, stepping back to look up at him. Luke grinned, dimpled prominent in the bright lights of the hockey arena. “Well what do you say we go get some pizza and go back to my place? We can celebrate another victory together!” He cheered, pulling you by the arm towards the exit and out to his car. You giggled and followed, laughing and singing as he drove.

Going to Luke’s house was a normal thing for you two. No matter what the score, you two would end up at his house with a box of pizza and beer, watching some random movie you had never heard of Netflix. It was never weird or awkward, even when you two cuddled. Tonight however, Luke had pulled you all the way onto his lap, hands on your hips as he rested his head on your shoulder. Luke had never been so touchy before, and with his lips touching your neck, you couldn’t help but sit in utter shock, heart beating out of your chest. Half an hour went by, and you couldn’t focus on the movie anymore. “I, uh.. Gonna  get- water,” you mumbled, standing up and rushing towards the kitchen. You washed your face, pacing around the small room before finally calming yourself down. Sighing, you decided to get a glass of water.

“Ugh,” you mumbled. You had never realized how far up the cupboard were in Luke’s apartment, since he had always gotten everything for you. Now that you were trying to get a glass yourself, you were struggling to even touch the handle. You jumped onto the counter, now able to reach up and get a glass. “Yes!” You threw your fist in the air in triumph. “Y/n?” Luke asked from behind you. You turned your head as he walked towards you. “Oh uh, I was just getting a glass,” you replied, answering his question before he could ask. You closed the cupboard, turning around before jumping to the round. However, as you turned your foot slipped, and you started to fall. You gasped, not having time to think and grab onto something. Before you could hit the ground, you felt strong hands wrap around you, catching you inches before the tiled floor.

“I got you,” Luke whispered, helping you up as you collected yourself. You leaned against the kitchen counter. “Thanks,” you whispered, blushing and looking down at the ground. Luke’s feet came into view as he shuffled closer to you, pushing up your chin with his hand, forcing you to stare at his big blue orbs. Luke looked straight at you before breathing out. “Y/n…” he whispered. His eyes trailed to your lips, his hand resting on the side of your neck. You gulped, heart rate speeding up again, not being able to form words. He slowly leaned in, lips ghosting over yours. You stood completely still, not being able to breathe. Before you could formulate words or any thoughts, Luke’s lips were on yours. His callused fingers brought your body closer to his as you placed your hands on his chest. Just as you finally relaxed, your phone rang. You stepped back immediately, realizing what had just happened. “I- that’s my roommate. I have to go,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breathe and formulate words. And with that, you rushed out the door, leaving a confused Luke behind.

megatr0nprime  asked:

Not sure if this is too late or not (if it is, please ignore and I'm so sorry!) - but if it isn't, could I have some Bellarke, "I'm driving somewhere and you cut me off and it's the last straw because I've had such a shitty day so I'm actually going to get out of my car at the next light to ream you a new one but oh fuck you're gorgeous and super apologetic, now what do I do?"

In general, Bellamy thinks of himself as a fairly controlled person. He can and does lose his temper, on occasion, but the occasions are rare and usually justified. Back in high school and college, he got in some impressive screaming matches, but adulthood has tempered him, and now he tends to wield passion as a tool, instead of letting it control him.

But, fuck, he’s having such a shitty day.

It was a shitty week already. Work has been stressful, he and Octavia are fighting again, and all he wants to do is go home, get a beer, order a pizza, and watch Netflix until he passes out. The ideal Friday, really.

Unfortunately, he has to get through his commute first, and his commute is a minefield of rage. Just getting out of the office parking lot is bad enough, because everyone else is convinced that if they follow posted signage, it will take longer than honking and yelling.

He can’t wait for it to be warm again, when he can ride his bike. Cars are the fucking worst.

Once he’s out of the parking lot, he’s still got traffic lights, construction, and assholes who don’t know how to use their turn signals, all of which build to his least favorite thing: the train tracks. His goal, every Friday, is to get past the tracks before the 6:13 cargo train comes, because if he doesn’t, he will be stuck there for almost ten minutes, waiting for the stupid fucking thing to pass.

Most Fridays, he makes it, but it’s the last stupid, stressful part of his work week, and even when he’s not in a foul mood, he hates it.

So, of course, he gets cut off by some asshole in a rental car just before the tracks, and his only consolation is that they’re going too slowly to beat it either, so both of them get stuck at the tracks, not just him.

As consolations go, it’s pretty shitty.

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Waltz #2

Castiel X Reader and some Sam X Reader

Author: ivosalazar aka castielohcastiel :D
Warnings: None
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A/N: My first go at fanfic! Enjoy!

Summary :You are a hunter, you’re best friends with Dean and Sam Winchester. You guys live together at the bunker. Everything is great, when one day Castiel , the angel, comes to the bunker. He’s shocked to see you. You’ve never seen him before in your life. What’s going on? How come Castiel has this look in his eye, he acts strange around you. Something’s going on, but you just don’t know what.


Chapter 1  

 You’ve been at the bunker going on 2 months. Ever since the boys came knocking on your door. The boys being the famous Winchesters. Just a couple of boys who’ve gone to hell and back. Pretty famous or should you say infamous, in the hunter community. Ellen sent them your way, when you needed help with a large nest of vamps in your city. You guys worked really well together and your apartment got pretty destroyed when a few of the vamps followed you guys back. You obviously took them down.

   The boys suggested you come back with them and stay awhile. They helped you pack your apartment, putting most of it in storage. You only took what you really needed and a few sentimental things, like your record player and vinyls. When you got to the bunker., which was pretty impressive, they told you to pick a room. You decided on one that was across from Dean’s and next to Sam’s. It reminded you of the dorms when you went to college. Over the first two weeks, with many Target runs, it started to feel like a real room. The boys knew then, you weren’t going anywhere and they were glad to have you. The three of you, flowed easily between each other. You enjoyed goofing around and cooking with Dean. You loved doing research with Sam and going for hikes in the early mornings.

   In your life, you never really had anyone. Ellen and Jo were the closest you had to family. Your dad had been a hunter and you taught you the ways, but he always encouraged you to have a normal life. You got through high school and went to college, getting your BA in Education. But you always missed the hunters life, as odd as that may sound. It grew worse when your Dad died, heart attack, three years ago. Hunting, it made you feel connected to him. So you went to Ellen and tagged along on any case that came up. And you got good. Real good.

You laid down on your bed, Elliot Smith vinyl on, you had your eyes closed.

I’m never gonna know you now
But I’m gonna love you anyhow…

You always loved this song, Waltz #2 , you can’t remember the first time you ever heard it. You just always knew it. A knock on the door made you open your eyes, you sit up and say come in. Sam pokes his head in.

“Hey (Y/N), I’m headed to the store to pick up some beer and pizza, come?” You nodded and grabbed your converse from the floor and Sam came in and sat down on your recliner, watching you lace up your shoes.

“You really like this song” He smiled, picking up the vinyl slip and looking it over.

“I do, I’m surprised Dean hasn’t complained about it” You say. Sam rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Black Sabbath or give me death” You say in my best Dean voice, throwing your fist up in the air, which made Sam laugh and shake his head. We headed out. You didn’t take the Baby, Dean would not be happy. So the two of you hopped into your Fiat.

“You know, this car is way more roomier then it looks” You looked over at Sam, super freakishly tall Sam. He sat comfortably, with his seat as far back as possible. You listened to Johnny Cash, windows down.

“You’ve never seen the Office? Are you fucking kidding me!” You smacked Sam on the arm, he pretends to be hurt then laughs. You walked through the bunker, walking down the stairs, beer in your hands, pizza in Sam’s.

“Dean!” You yelled.

“We got pizza and beer. We are so watching the Office on Netflix!” You continued to shout. You guys walk into the living room.

“Dean!” Sam yelled, you put the beer down and grabbed the pizza from Sam.

“Go find him, I’ll get the show on” You watched Sam disappear into the kitchen. You turn on the flat screen TV and xbox one. You sign into your account, reminding yourself that you needed to get a rematch with Dean on COD. You’re going through Netflix, when you hear voices coming from the kitchen. Out walks Sam and Dean, you smile. Then someone else walks out. You suddenly feel this ping in your stomach. You watch this man, who had brown hair, like rolled out of bed hair, trench coat and the bluest eyes you ever seen. He looks up at you, stops dead in his tracks. The pensive look on his face, throws you off. He looks shocked, Dean and Sam see your face and turn around.

“Cas , what’s wrong”. Dean asks. Cas? Castiel?

Why did that name pop in your head?

Why did that name feel so familiar?



hope you enjoy!