protecting-you

It’s the season of burning and we in Montana are no strangers to it. This fire ripped through the valley a few years back, and it’s charred remains are still visible. To all you battling forest fires now, from California to Montana to everywhere else, I am so very sorry, please hang in there. To the firefighters risking their lives to protect us, thank you. So very much. The burning will slow and the air will clear; time will bring soothing.

Riverhead Table: I’M SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU FROM ALL THIS

Eating isn’t always a group activity. Why grab a friend every time you’re hungry when you can just eat and run? But there is no denying the comforting intimacy of sharing a meal. The act of gathering around a table, of cooking with and of feeding others, has existed for centuries as a way of demonstrating the utmost care and generosity toward one’s community. So while almost everyone is capable of cooking nowadays (microwaved baked potatoes, anyone?) we tend to look back on the dishes our mothers, grandmothers and aunts prepared for us when we were growing up as the gold standard to which we compare all other meals. 

Which is why we were beyond excited when Nadja Spiegelman, author of the new memoir I’M SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU FROM ALL THIS, said she would recreate an entire homemade supper for us using some of her mother and grandmother’s classic recipes. We arrived at her cozy Brooklyn apartment armed with fresh ingredients from upstate New York (kudos to editor extraordinaire Rebecca Saletan for procuring the gooood stuff) and proceeded to whip up a little taste of Paris. 

As always we hope you’ll try preparing our #RiverheadTable menus for your friends and sharing your photos on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr or Facebook using our hashtag!

THE MENU (NOTE: All of the recipes we used made enough food for a party of 10) 

Ratatouille

Fig and Goat Cheese Salad

Roasted Rack of Lamb

Gougeres

Lemon Tart

Carla, one of our publicity team members, chopping vegetables for the ratatouille.

Ratatouille 

1 red onion

5 zucchinis (green and yellow)

3 heads of garlic

1 eggplant

1 pound unpitted green olives or Kalamata olives (with a bit of the liquid the olives marinate in)

fresh thyme

5 tomatoes

1 can peeled tomatoes

Olive oil

Red wine vinegar

Sea salt 

Preheat oven to 375. 

Chop eggplant, zucchini and tomatoes into big, hearty chunks.Dice red onion and ¾ cloves garlic. Add chopped eggplant, zucchini, tomatoes, red onion and diced garlic to a baking dish. Add olives and any juice from the olives. Add a generous helping of olive oil, salt and a splash of red wine vinegar. Toss the ingredients thoroughly. Pour in the liquid from the canned tomatoes, break the peeled tomatoes apart with your hands as you add them in. Generously top with sprigs of fresh thyme.

Take the two heads of garlic and peel as much of the paper away from the garlic as you can without peeling the individual cloves. Chop off the tops. (NOTE FROM NADJA: I use a good sharp knife to decapitate the shorter cloves individually, but its ok if not all are decapitated.) Rub the tops with some olive oil and wrap each head in aluminum foil. Place the tray of vegetables and the aluminum-wrapped garlic heads in the oven. Cook for 1 hour, stirring midway through.

Remove the garlic and the vegetable tray from the oven. Unwrap the garlic and let it cool. They should be golden brown! (NOTE FROM NADJA: But even if it is not toasty looking it should still taste awesome and soft and nutty and delicious.) Squeeze the cloves out into the ratatouille and mix it around. Serve immediately.

Nadja Spiegelman.

Fig and Goat Cheese Salad

7-8 fresh figs

one long log of fresh goat cheese

1 package slivered almonds

1 tbsp butter

¾ cup sugar

2 tsp salt (or try a splash of soy sauce…it’s delicious!)

2 containers or bags of arugula

1 shallot

2 tbsp dijon mustard

balsamic vinegar

olive oil 

Melt the butter in a pan over medium heat. Pour in the slivered almonds and stir constantly. Add the sugar and the salt. Continue to heat, stirring constantly, until the almonds begin to brown. Remove them from the heat as soon as they do - they burn quickly. Set aside. 

Cut the figs length-wise so that the pieces are circular. Cut the log of goat cheese into circular pieces as well. Dice the shallots. Mix into the salad, reserving slices of fig and goat cheese with which to decorate the top of the bowl. Pour the candied almond slices on top. 

For the vinaigrette:

Mix the mustard with a splash of balsamic vinegar and combine with a fork. Taste it. If it tastes more of either mustard or vinegar, counterbalance with the opposite flavor, until the quantities taste equal. Pour in a slow steady stream of olive oil, whisking constantly. Once finished you can pour the entire amount of vinaigrette over the salad and toss before serving, or you can allow guests to serve themselves.

Roasted Rack of Lamb (2 chops per guest)

Rack of lamb

1 head of garlic

Fresh rosemary

Olive oil

Salt and pepper 

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. 

Place the rack in a roasting pan. Chop a handful of the garlic cloves into large chunks and insert the pieces into the meat of the lamb. Make sure the garlic is spread out evenly, and chop more pieces if you need to. Rub the racks with olive oil then sprinkle with salt and pepper. Top with a generous number of fresh rosemary sprigs. Put the rack in the oven for about 20-25 minutes for medium doneness (the top should be golden brown). Or for a more accurate doneness use a meat thermometer to make sure the internal temperature is 130-135 degrees. Remove from the oven and let the meat rest for 5-10 minutes before slicing and serving.

Nadja on cheese grating duty.

Gougeres (makes 28 pieces)

Recipe from Food & Wine

½ cup water

½ cup milk

1 stick unsalted butter, cut into tablespoons

Coarse salt

1 cup all-purpose flour

4 large eggs

1 cup shredded Gruyère cheese, plus more for sprinkling

Ground pepper

Grated nutmeg 

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Line two baking sheets or one large baking sheet with parchment paper. In a medium saucepan, combine the water, milk, butter and salt and bring to a boil. Add the flour and stir it in with a wooden spoon until a smooth dough forms; stir over low heat until it dries out and pulls away from the pan, about 2 minutes.

Scrape the dough into a bowl; let cool for a minute. Beat the eggs into the dough, one at a time, beating thoroughly between each one. Add the cheese and a pinch each of pepper and nutmeg.

Transfer the dough to a pastry bag fitted with a ½-inch round tip (or just cut a small hole at the end) and pipe tablespoon-size mounds onto the baking sheets, 2 inches apart. Sprinkle with more cheese and bake for 22 minutes, or until puffed and golden brown. Serve hot.

Lemon Tart

Recipe from DavidLebovitz.com

For the tart shell

3 ounces unsalted butter, cut into pieces

1 tablespoon vegetable oil

3 tablespoons water

1 tablespoon sugar

1/8 teaspoon salt

5.5oz or 1 rounded cup flour 

Preheat the oven to 410 degrees.

In a medium-sized ovenproof bowl, such as a Pyrex bowl, combine the butter, oil, water, sugar, and salt. Place the bowl in the oven for 15 minutes, until the butter is bubbling and starts to brown just around the edges. When done, remove the bowl from oven, dump in the flour and stir it in quickly, until it comes together and forms a ball which pulls away from the sides of the bowl. Transfer the dough to a 9-inch tart mold with a removable bottom and spread it a bit with a spatula. Once the dough is cool enough to handle, pat it into the shell with the heel of your hand, and use your fingers to press it up the sides of the tart mold. Reserve a small piece of dough, about the size of a raspberry, for patching any cracks.

Prick the dough all over with the tines of a fork about ten times, then bake the tart shell in the oven for 15 minutes, or until the dough is golden brown. Remove from the oven and if there are any sizable cracks, use the bits of reserved dough to fill in and patch them. Let the shell cool before filling.

For the filling

1 cup freshly-squeezed lemon juice

grated zest of two lemons, preferably unsprayed

¾ cup sugar

12 tablespoons butter, salted or unsalted, cut into cubes

4 large eggs

4 large egg yolks 

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

In a medium-sized non-reactive saucepan, heat the lemon juice, zest, sugar, butter, eggs and egg yolks. Have a mesh strainer on hand. Stir until the butter is melted, then whisk the mixture continuously until the mixture thickens and holds its shape when you lift some of it up with the whisk and it visibly mounds up when dropped back down over the rest of the mixture in the saucepan. It should just take a few minutes. Pour the warm lemon curd through a strainer into a bowl, scraping with a rubber spatula to press it through. 

Smooth the lemon filling in the cooked and cooled tart shell, then pop it in the oven until the curd is just set, about 5 to 6 minutes. Remove from the oven and let cool before slicing and serving.

Keep scrolling for more images from our French supper with Nadja Spiegelman!

Publicity staffer, Jennifer, serves cocktails just before dinner.

Nadja and her good friend Kate, who flew in all the way from Paris!

Lemon tart slice with home made cream. Yes, it was as delicious as it looks.

Perfectly cooked lamb chops.

Musician and writer Jonathan Meiburg (Shearwater), editor Rebecca Saletan and Nadja.

Publicity staffer Abigail and editorial assistant Michelle at the table. 

Publicity Director Jynne.

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Bearding!J2 Non-Au Fic Recs

Anon those are what I’ve read, I don’t know if you can read in spanish but I write a lot about this topic in my J2, (shameless rec :P) Anyway, hope ypu can find something in the little list, if one of my readers know more, PLEASE. feel free to send the links. Thanks in advance!

This Cage I Built With Good Intentions    It’s getting harder, not easier. Between your bitter rage at the façade and the constant what-ifs that plague you, half-formed visions of any number of other paths you could have walked where you could reach for him without a second thought, bend him backwards in a sloppy kiss whenever he opened that pretty pink mouth, whenever other people’s lust touched him (always so astounded by his beauty in person, and you want to snarl at them to pick up their jaws off the floor, half-smug and half-seething in jealous protectiveness), it feels like you’re swallowing bile all the time.

Playing The Game  J2 Non AU RPF. This story is based on the Vancouver Charity Gala for Hunter’s Syndrome in September, 2011. When Jensen and Jared go to a PR/charity event with their wives, things get very interesting and don’t turn out quite like they expected. Lots of twists and turns lead to a very happy ending. Gen and Danneel are a couple in this fic which is a squick for some (including me,) but it fits with this story.  Warning: If you are a fan of the wives this may not be of interest to you, unless you like them referred to as “beards.” Also, Clif the “bodyguard” isn’t spoken of very highly in this fiction.

525,600 minutes   After breaking up with Sandy, Jared feels like he’s falling. With the help of his family and friends, he manages to pull through it and find happiness in the most unlikely of places - with his male best friend and co-star. But real life love is not a fairy tale. Just as Jared and Jensen are getting serious about their relationship and beginning to think about the future, Jared gets a nasty wake up call and fears for his career. Through months of pain and confusion, Jared attempts to figure out what he really wants, and how hard he’s willing to fight to get it.

A Thing  From their first audition, when Jared fell in lust with Jensen at first sight, Jared has secretly wished that he and his co-star could have some kind of ‘thing’ between them.

As time progresses, Jared’s feelings for Jensen might have transformed from lust to love, but he has to come to terms with the fact that his best friend is going on dates with women, and therefore his dream of a thing happening between them will probably never be a reality.

He thinks that this is the worst thing he’ll have to deal with when it comes to Jensen Ackles, but then one evening, when Jared’s ex shows up at his and Jensen’s front door, he starts to suspect that Jensen might have an issue with Jared’s sexuality, and he wonders if there are a few things that he didn’t know about Jensen; or maybe there’s something that Jensen’s not telling him.

Just Life   When Jared can’t reconcile his fatherhood and his relationship with Jensen, Jensen makes a heartbreaking decision, leaving his boyfriend behind and beginning anew on a ranch in Texas. Six years later, chance brings the former co-stars, best friends and lovers together. Can they help each other to overcome the wounds of the past years and be what they used to be? Or is the gap the mistakes of the past ripped between them insurmountable?

Touching Your Sorrow  Everyone sees Jared and Jensen as two actors and best friends. Jared is a dad and Jensen is soon to be one. They seem content with their lives and always enjoy their careers. If people only knew how they really feel…

Notice me (Crowley x Reader)

Pairing(s): Crowley x Reader

Summary: The reader has had a crush on Crowley since forever, but he never seems to notice her. She finally snaps and confronts him.

Author: Crowleys-Prophet
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!)

YOU

“Hello boys,”

“…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.

CROWLEY

“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?”

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.”

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Thanks for reading and sorry I’ve been gonw for so long! I’m back and promise more fics soon!

Keep rocking,

Rizzle!

Tagging: @lucifer-in-leather and @hislilkittenn

Is it really that hard, being a First World woman? Is it really so tough to have the career and the spouse and the pets and the herb garden and the core strengthening and the oh-I-just-woke-up-like-this makeup and the face injections and the Uber driver who might possibly be a rapist? Is it so hard to work 10 hours for your rightful 77 percent of a salary, walk home past a drunk who invites you to suck his cock, and turn on the TV to hear the men who run this country talk about protecting you from abortion regret by forcing you to grow children inside your body?

anonymous asked:

Hey! Love the blog! Just a quick question! Any recs for FanFics where Eren tops? And is like possessive and protective of Levi?

Thank you for waiting for this response and glad you like the blog :D ! I haven’t read many top Eren fics but when I did, I loved them. Here is some that I am currently reading or have read. Some are just plain fluff or oneshots btw:

• Eternal Smile by MakoHarumakesmesin

Summary: Eren is the leader of a gang. His alias is Joker and the name suits him pretty well once you get to know him.

 Levi is also the leader of a gang, the two are constantly in a fight but all of that changes once they meet face to face and need to work together to get rid of a third gang in town; the Titans. 

Together they find a way to face their fears and grief over the dead. Together they find out who they really are deep down and that love overcomes everything.

• Don’t Touch Me (Please, Don’t Let Go) by wordjunket

Summary: Levi is a university student who keeps mostly to himself (apart from his friends Hange and Erwin). He has a mild case of Haphephobia, meaning he finds it difficult to both initiate contact with people and have people touching him, despite often wishing for it.

Eren, who thrives on constant touches, initially believes Levi to dislike him. Falling madly in love with the man right off the bat, Eren learns that sometimes the road to physical intimacy is paved in learning the feel of your partner one inch of skin at a time.

Missed Connections by Pas_dAutres

Summary: “To the guy in prof nelson’s 12:30 m239 class, sitting first row in the middle. u look damn cute in ur sweaters. wish u can wear some of mine. talk to me:(”

Eren has found a certain liking for petite geniuses in oversized sweaters and skinnies and well, he couldn’t help but to declare his new discovery on the anonymous student forum.

Checkout by carpebagel

Summary: Levi is a cashier and Eren is a college student who lost a bet. Shenanigans ensue.

Professionalism by Mysecretfanmoments

Summary: Modern AU where Eren is a professional cuddler and Levi is his client.

Drabble #14

Originally posted by minseokked

31. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

Xiumin x reader

vampire!au

•••

Xiumin has learned how to control his temper. Having lived for hundreds of years, his temper has gotten him into various sticky situations that he always managed to get himself out of - but he couldn’t afford to get into trouble now, especially because he now had someone to protect.

But maybe that was a bad thing, too - because if there was one thing Xiumin would do anything to protect, it was you, and he didn’t tend to care in the moment if he was angering someone, as long as you were comfortable and safe.

“I suggest you leave,” he sighs deeply, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass around gently before he downs it easily. The glare of the man he’s talking to deepens, making you shiver and sink deeper into Xiumin.

“I’m not leaving until you give me what’s mine,” the man growls, eyes fixated on the necklace around your neck - at the tone of hostility in his voice, a hand shoots up to your waist, soothingly rubbing gently to calm your racing heart.

Xiumin heaves a sigh as he easily lifts you off of his lap and onto the leather loveseat beside him, standing up with annoyance. His brothers watch the exchange with interest, knowing this could go two ways: Xiumin kills him, or he lets him go with a few missing limbs.

“Listen,” he begins, stretching boredly as he strolls towards the man who’s still fuming with anger. “You’re scaring my mate, okay? And I really don’t like people who do that-”

“Unfortunately, I don’t care,” the man interrupts, and you watch as Xiumin’s eyes darken. He really shouldn’t have done that, and Xiumin knows that, but a small glance back at you makes him clench his jaw, deciding that he’d give the foolish man one more chance. “I want the pendant back.”

“Well for one - that pendant is rightfully mine, and it’s staying with me,” he sounds amused now, as if he can hardly fathom the idea of such a man testing him in such a public place. This club was known to be where EXO spent their free time - only a real fool would test him, especially here.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Xiumin warns one more time, “If you walk away now, you get to live.”

“I don’t think so.”

And then a squelching sound fills the air, over the pounding music, and then there’s a thud. Although you know the man deserved whatever was coming to him, you can’t bring yourself to look at how Xiumin grips the man’s heart in his hand, letting the organ fall to the ground uselessly.

You let out a relieved sigh when you see the man’s body being towed away by a few passing witches who wanted to help, and then everything is back to normal, as if nothing happened; the music is loud, the alcohol is flowing, Xiumin’s brothers are conversing between themselves, and Xiumin is slipping back onto couch casually.

As he takes you back into his arms again, his slender fingers find the amber pendant around your neck, slipping his fingers along the smooth stone thoughtfully.

“Why did he want it so badly?” You ask carefully, watching aa his eyebrows furrows as he thinks. He meets your eyes seconds later, brown pools of love that are resevred specially for you.

“Because it’s extremely expensive, I’m guessing,” he murmurs, “But I couldn’t let him have it - it was my mother’s. It’s supposed to be passed down to my mate, and then our eldest child, and so on.”

“I never knew,” you bite your lip, “I feel bad for wearing it so casually…”

“Don’t be,” Xiumin smiles fondly, a hand cupping your face gently, “It’s meant to be worn by you - and it looks stunning on you, my love.”

The Sleeping Pyramid

The Pyramid Gem in Serious Steven isn’t White Diamond. But rather a gem that was part of her court. And not just any gem. She was White Diamond’s archivist. The pyramid gem formed the pyramid in the first place to protect itself and the information it held. Waiting for someone to come save her. But obviously she had to make sure that her rescuers knew who she was. So she put on display some of the information she had in the form of a mural. The mural that the crystal gems saw in the episode. But why would an archivist need that much protection? Well if you were your most admired leader’s top archivist, what would want most in the universe besides to gain more knowledge? To protect the knowledge you already have.

Dating Brendon Urie would include. . .

Originally posted by aubergine-dreams


  • He would be very protective of you whenever another guy seems interested in you even though with Brendon’s arm around waist clearly state that you are taken.
  • You would notice that he was death-glaring the guy who was staring at you and you stirred away from the line of sight of that guy.
  • Cute small kisses.
  • Always seen together no matter where or when. 
  • He always has an excuse to touch you; whether it’s just holding hands or hugging each other close.
  • Cuddles are always a need when you both are either in bed or couch.
  • Always secretly going to his concerts and surprising him afterwards with pictures.
  • Him always trying to find out where you are in every country or states that you are in when you watched his concerts but to no avail.
  • Him always saying that he loves you every time before he went to concert or studio.
  • Being a really close friend to Dallon and looking up at him as a brother.
  • You singing songs from his band, either horribly off-key or you hit it like a pro.
  • Being a singer yourself and collaborating with Panic! At The Disco or him collaborating for your channel.
  • Your ‘friends’ being friends with you because you are dating Brendon Urie (though sometimes you would just flip them off).
  • Brendon giving your ‘friends’ a polite -but that sarcastic- smile and leaving without any word, stirring you away from them.
  • Having sex wherever you can place your butt on.
  • Mostly on the couch.
Sensitive - One Shot

Requested? Yes: Can you do one where the sdmn are playing cards against humanity and there’s a card about you and Simon gets really protective of you?? - Anonymous 

Word Count: 639

Requests: closed for now (2 pending)

Warnings: none

Simon’s Point of View

Guess what I was doing? I was filming yet another video. But this time it was a Cards Against Humanity, which a lot of my viewers liked to watch, so I didn’t know why we kind of stopped filming them. This time, we were thinking of maybe making it a series.

Today I was playing the game with Ethan, Josh and Vikk. The rounds were going well; we all had more or less the same amount of points…. Until Josh went ahead and won every single round, making him win and we’d only been filming for 15 minutes. With editing things out, that would only make around a ten minute video. And I knew that wasn’t going to be long enough to become a series.

‘Alright, let’s play another round,’ I said, this time changing my name to Y-N’s#1bae.

'Aw, that’s cute.’ Josh laughed.

'I bet that’s going to drive the fans crazy,’ Vikk giggled.

'Nah, they’re alright with it. We’re cool, we’re cool man!’ I laughed as the next round started. I was the Card Czar first. We all watched in silence as the black card showed up.

'Oh my god,’ Ethan said and burst into laughter. 'Straight in,’ He said between laughs. 'Straight in, lads.’ He was breathing heavily already.

Except I wasn’t laughing when I saw what the card read.

Y-N likes to ____ in her free time.

'Alright guys,’ I sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. 'What does my girlfriend like to do in her free time?’ I bit my lip as

'I don’t know Simon, you tell us.’ Ethan said and burst out laughing again; meaning that he thinks he’s got a winning card.

'Oh Simon, I’m so sorry,’ Vikk sighed loudly into his microphone, hurting my ears.

'Oh Simon,’ Ethan laughed along. Josh stayed quiet, being the last one to pick a card.

'Alright,’ I said, breathing in nervously and glancing at all the cards once. Oh my God.

'Y-N likes to 'bang JJ and then tell the boyfriend the baby’s his in her free time,’ I read out loud. This wasn’t funny, but Ethan and Josh were giggling away. Vikk stayed quiet this time.

'Y-N likes to 'cheating on the boyfriend because he’s a shy nerd with insecurities’, and 'Y-N likes to 'Calfuckme’ in her free time.’ I bit my lip to keep the tears in whilst the other three were laughing their heads off. Even Vikk joined in at the last one

'Guys, this actually isn’t funny,’ I said but my voice cracked. I sniffed quickly, trying to act natural. The boys knew Y-N was way out of my league and that I didn’t deserve her. They knew how insecure I was about myself and my physical appearance. They knew how much I loved Y-N and would do anything to make sure she stays in my arms for the rest of my life. But now they come up with jokes like this?

'No, I know, but for us it is,’ Josh said when his laughter died down. I actually couldn’t believe they were laughing at something they knew was a sensitive topic for me.

'And just saying, I’m sure Y-N isn’t the kind to cheat on me. She’s loyal and loving and she’s an extremely nice person. And you guys know it,’ I couldn’t stop the voice cracks.

'Aw Simon I’m sorry,’ Ethan said, finally realising I was serious about this not being funny.

'Are you alright Simon?’ Vikk asked, and I had to turn away from my camera to quickly wipe the tears from my eyes, before they could start rolling down my cheeks.

'Yeah, I’m fine,’ I flashed a fake smile towards the camera, not knowing if it was going to be convincing enough.

'It’s alright mate, you don’t have to choose one, we’ll just let the time run out,’ Vikk offered.

'Okay, thanks Vikk,’ I said, my voice still sounding weak.

send me a request to redo this once my requests are open again because I feel like this could’ve been a whole lot better, with simon being more protective of you rather than himself.

Drabble #12

Originally posted by desiresehun

33. “You mean more to me than you will ever know.”

Chen x reader

vampire!au

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“Why do you do it?” You ask gently one evening. Your head is resting on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming away in your ear, an arm wrapped around you protectively despite the fact that you’re in the safest place on earth.

It’s only been a few weeks since you had found Chen - or after he had found you, rather, and saved you from a situation that would’ve scarred you for life. You were still new to the supernatural world - from the wizards and warlocks, to the faeries and hybrids and nephilim and werewolves and vampires. It was uncharted territory for you, a human. But you guessed that you’d have to get used to it soon, as the mate of one of the most powerful creatures on the planet.

“Do what?” His voice is unbelievably gentle, and butterflies rise in your stomach when you realise that you’re the only person who has had chance to see him like this. The only person who he’s allowed to see him like this.

“Why do you protect me so much?” You ask. “It’s not that I don’t like it - quite the opposite actually-” A chuckle rumbles in his chest at the sound of your heart beat speeding up- “But nobody has ever cared for me so much. I just don’t understand…”

“I’m guessing my little ‘supernaturals 101’ lesson earlier didn’t help much, my love?” You nod bashfully, to which he smiles fondly.

“It’s hard to put into words, truthfully,” he begins carefully, “but, you mean more to me than you will ever know. I have an unbearable urge to protect you, to keep you safe and see you happy. I want the best for you - for us. And… at first, it’s the mate bond - but now it’s my heart, my brain, constantly telling me that you’re the one for me. My mate, my world.”

The silence of the room after his explanation is almost loud. Such a heartfelt and emotional explanation takes you a few seconds to process, your heart pounding in your ears and your stomach flipping - and all you can think is how you feel the same.