seriously can someone explain to me why he is such an angel

daddyzenpie  asked:

A HC where MC trip and falls onto some random guy, but RFA V Saeran misunderstood, thinking that the guy was trying to do something to MC?? (Imma slut for Jelly Gang)

Dedicated to @masshiro-shiro for her birthday!! (not sure if it’s the right day because timezones x.x) Remember when I asked you weeks ago when your birthday was? nyahaha!! 

I was looking through the requests and thought you’d like this one :3 Sorry, I know it’s not much, but I wanted to do something for a follower (and friend) who’s been so supportive all along >-<

Alsooo thanks Zenny’s lil masochist for the ask~ Have you been a good girl~? Don’t forget, you proposed to me, so you’re mine too! >:0 (But I’m sorry, I think I misread the ask a bit, aaaa)

–R.I.


RFA/Saeran Misunderstands and Gets Jealous

Yoosung

  • You were helping him pick a suit for his friend’s wedding
  • He’d been trying on clothes all day…
  • “I’m getting hungry, MC,” he pouted, his eyes teary as he stared at you with sad puppy eyes
  • You sighed, “I’ll go buy food. You stay here and wait. Let me know if you find something that suits you…”
  • 10 minutes later
  • Yoosung peeked out from the changing room, searching the store for you. Oh! There you were, right at the front… and you were hugging someone?
  • He felt his stomach churn in discomfort (or was it hunger? Lololol)
  • Before he knew it, he found himself between you and the other person, pulling you into his arms. He fastened a glare at the stranger, growling, “Get lost.
  • The stranger turned on their heel, sheer shock in their expression as they sprinted off.
  • “Y-Yoosung… he was only helping me on my feet,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.
  • Ohhh. Oops.
  • Red filled his cheeks, and he pushed you away. “I-It’s not like I was jealous or anything!”
  • You only continued to laugh, staring at him adoringly.

Zen

  • Zen had been waiting for this day for so long… YOUR FIRST DATE TOGETHER!!
  • He was pacing nonstop back and forth in front of the movie theatre, his hands stuffed in his pockets to hide his nonstop fidgeting. He’d arrived 10 minutes early, so you wouldn’t have to wait for him (what a gentleman, amirite?)
  • but you were a few minutes late, and his anxiety continued to pulse throughout his body, making him feel more and more nervous
  • Gosh, he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, it’s not like he’d never been on a date before… he had experience. And yet, Zen felt hopelessly anxious at the mere thought of being with you for a whole day
  • He continued to search the crowd for you, not even noticing the stares from surrounding women (and men)
  • His eyes practically lit up when he spotted you, and he raised an arm to wave at you, a huge smile on his face
  • You waved back at him…or so he thought.
  • In the blink of an eye, Zen saw your arms wrap around a man, your figure disappearing behind the stranger. Huh?
  • Had you brought someone along? Wasn’t this supposed to be a date? Maybe that was actually your boyfriend…
  • The thoughts tortured his mind, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he remembered how giddy he’d been waving at you, when you weren’t even waving back at him…
  • Feeling heartbroken and humiliated, Zen turned around, unable to watch your exchange with your ‘boyfriend’ any longer. As long as you were happy, he’d let go. He would never interfere with your happiness…
  • “ZEN!!”
  • Your voice rang out to him from a distance, and he turned his head to stare at you, wonder in his eyes. You were running towards him with the sun peeking behind your back, illuminating your figure like you were an angel descending from the heavens.
  • “MC…?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Weren’t you with that other guy? He couldn’t see your ‘boyfriend’ anywhere nearby.
  • You were panting as you finally caught up to him, “Z-Zen… Sorry I’m late…”
  • “What about that other guy…?”
  • “What other guy?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
  • He avoided your gaze as his lips curled into a small, dissatisfied frown. “The one you were hugging just now?”
  • “Oh gosh, don’t even talk about it! It was so embarrassing. I-I slipped on a banana peel and tripped on him!” you exclaimed, clearly mortified as you covered your cheeks with the palms of both hands.
  • Zen blinked, a mixture of amusement and relief filling his chest. It felt a lot easier to breathe now…
  • …sorry, that’s a lie.
  • He burst into laughter, finding it absolutely comical that you’d slipped on a banana peel of all things. “Oh g-god, I c-can’t breathe,” he wheezed, tears coming out of his eyes.
  • “HEY! Stop laughing at me!” You pouted, smacking his arm.
  • Well, this had definitely not been a part of his plans for a first date…
  • (Alternate Ending: He stops laughing, his eyes focusing on you. “I’m glad it was only an accident but… the next time you trip, you can only fall into my arms. Got it?”)

Jaehee

  • You’d promised to meet up with her after work, and she was practically prancing down the halls of C&R as she made her way to the front entrance
  • She couldn’t wait to meet you.
  • She almost skidded to a stop when she saw you through the glass doors, embracing someone else
  • The smile had fallen off her face, and she approached you, feeling numb. “MC… I didn’t realize you were bringing someone else,” she commented, staring down the man who you had been touching. Her gaze was cool as ice, filled with irritation.
  • The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and opened his mouth to explain himself, but you immediately pushed him away (frantically, at that)
  • “I bumped into him! There’s nothing going on between us!”
  • (You were desperate for her to know that there was absolutely nothing going on. You couldn’t risk digging yourself deeper into the friendzone than you already were, after all…)
  • “Is… that so,” Jaehee murmured, her gaze softening. She nodded as an apology to the man, then grabbed your hand firmly to lead you away. “Let’s go.”
  • You felt yourself blush. This was the first time she’d boldly taken your hand like this… Usually, you were the one to initiate it…
  • Maybe you should make her jealous more often. Just a little.

Jumin

  • You were returning from the bathroom on a dinner date with Jumin, when you suddenly tripped and fell into the arms of a (handsome) stranger
  • “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you bowed in apology, feeling guilty immediately
  • They shook their head, reassuring you that it was okay. “More importantly… there’s some rice on your face,” they said, reaching out to brush it off your cheek
  • A hand reached in between the two of you, swiftly catching the stranger’s hand
  • You turned your head to face Jumin, who’d restricted them from movement. “J-Jumin?”
  • “Hands off my woman,” Jumin scowled, sending an icy glare at them.
  • The stranger tried to explain, “No, sir, there was some r-“
  • Jumin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you. “Must I make it more clear? She’s taken. Don’t even think of approaching her. Leave.”
  • When they ended up leaving, you turned to Jumin with a frown (and rosy cheeks.) “Jumin, they were only trying to help wipe this off my cheek…”
  • “I don’t want any man to touch to you except me. Is that so wrong?” He looked down, almost sadly.
  • Aww, crap. You couldn’t deny that look. (But you’d make sure to explain why he couldn’t be so possessive when you returned him later. For now, you let him off the hook.)

Seven

  • Living with Seven meant getting engrossed in watching funny videos, trying out video games and getting dragged into his messy sleep schedule
  • The days would just fly by and you’d hardly notice…
  • No, seriously. You couldn’t even remember which month it was. ಠ_ಠ
  • He’d been on his way back from buying you a (surprise~) gift, hoping to surprise you when he got home. He couldn’t wait!! He just knew you would LOVE his present
  • Oh hey, look, in fact, there you were! Right across the street
  • … with some guy’s arms around you?!
  • Seven sprinted across the street, his eyes zeroing in on the man who was smiling down at you. A car whizzed by him, just barely missing him, but he could care less
  • There was no way he’d stand by while someone else was touching his girlfriend.
  • He took a huge leap and proceeded to jump onto the stranger, kicking him down with both feet. “DEFENDER OF JUSTICE! 707 is here!!” he shouted
  • Poor guy was knocked out. (Seven forgot to hold back on his strength. He was used to attacking people from his previous missions, after all…)
  • “S-Seven… he was only helping me up after I bumped into him,” you explained quickly, eyes wide from the scene that had just played out before you.
  • Upon hearing that, Seven robotically turned his head towards you, “W-wait, what? But I thought he was hugging you…” His eyes mirrored yours, wide with shock.
  • “Still, you didn’t have to hit him with full strength…” you protested softly, although you were smiling. How could you not? It was reassuring that he got jealous, especially since he was usually so joking… it meant that he was serious about you.
  • “Aaah, I wasn’t thinking,” he mumbled, running a hand across his face in embarrassment. (do you ever think??) “I just saw his arms around you and I…”
  • He trailed off, noticing the huge smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but grin. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him. “Nothing~ Come on, let’s go before someone reports us for harassment!” you whispered, and grabbed his arm to drag him away.

V

  • He’d decided to surprise you by picking you up at work from Jaehee’s café today…
  • So he sat quietly in the corner, reading a book as he waited for your shift to end
  • A customer walked in, and you greeted them with a—HUG?!
  • V tore his eyes from the page, watching the way your hands were on the other guy (who was smiling pervertedly—in V’s vision, at least)
  • He stood up, walking towards the two of you. “May I ask what’s going on here?” He offered a polite smile to your customer, but it held no warmth whatsoever.
  • Even after hearing the explanation from both sides, V’s smile remained cool until the customer left.
  • “V…?” You stared up at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. It wasn’t like him to act this way…
  • He blushed, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry. That was childish of me. I just felt a bit jealous that you were in someone else’s arms… even if I know neither of you meant it.”
  • You offered a warm smile, embracing him tightly. “I’ll hug you as many times as you want. You’re the only one I love.”
  • Jaehee coughed from behind the counter, “Sorry to disturb, but, your shift’s not over yet, MC…”
  • sigh. Back to work, then…

Saeran

  • He rarely let you walk off by yourself, to be honest. He liked having you close with him, especially in public. You made him feel safer.
  • But every now and then, he didn’t mind being separated. Like when you were buying ice cream, for example. He watched you contentedly from a bench, anticipating the taste of his ice cream already.
  • He watched as you bumped into someone, and Saeran was at your side as soon as he saw their hand touch yours. He pushed them back, red flashing through his eyes.
  • “Don’t touch MC!” he shouted, staring down at them with his jaw clenched.
  • You tried to explain, “Saeran… they were only trying to help me hold the ice crea—“
  • He wouldn’t hear any of it. Saeran was too caught up in his anger to listen to your words. One of his hands held your shoulder while the other grabbed one of the cones out of your hands and crushed it against the stranger’s shirt. “Fuck off before I fuck you up,” he scowled at them.
  • They sprinted off, terrified by your boyfriend.
  • “Saeran! Calm down, I’m fine!” You tugged at his shirt. After listening to your explanation, he cooled down, and apologized for his outburst of anger.
  • “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again… can I still have some ice cream, though?”
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{Special} College!AU Taeyong
  • major: medical laboratory science 
  • minor:  mathematics 
  • sports: tennis team 
  • clubs: was a part of math club and won a regional competition when he was only a freshman,,,,the math dept begged him to switch majors but he said he wouldn’t be able to handle a degree that made him a teacher,,,,,because schools can be,,,,,,,a mess  
  • taeyong is like the model student and everyone in his major thinks he’s a genius,,,,,,,,,,,,but in reality he just stays up three nights in a row neurotically drinking coffee and listening to edm remixes of like jazz songs,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,like that is the Truth of his college life
  • was originally going to go into pre-med,,,,but when an emt came to visit and was like “sometimes blood just gets everywhere! and i mean EVERYWHERE” taeyong was like,,,,,,,,,,well he first got out his hand sanitizer and decided then and there that working with machines and in a lab was his aesthetic instead
  • having random people cough on you in the ER is not
  • like blood is cool in the study of hematology and taeyong will get enthusiastic over working with new specimens in his microbiology lab
  • but ,,,,,,, he’s a theory person,,,,,,he wants to help doctors figure out why someone is sick and then the doctors can treat them
  • taeyong is a-ok being behind the studying and lab work,,,,not on the front lines
  • which is baffling to most people because taeyong puts effort into going unnoticed but,,,,it’s Impossible to not notice him
  • even in his lab coat, thick framed glasses, and the usual perfectly bland outfit of black jeans and a button down,,,,,,someone might be like haha what nerd
  • but,,,,,,,one look at his face and it’s like WOAH WHAT 
  • and countless times on his way to his internship or when he’s out getting lunch wtih jaehyun and ten people will be like excuse me,,,are you a model? a site model? a idol? are u on some tv show?
  • and taeyong seriously doesn’t get why he gets asked this so many times,,,,every time humbly apologizing that he’s not the person they’re looking for and getting a little anxious when people are obviously taking photos of him
  • like the amount of times jaehyun has literally had to get up and sit in front of taeyong so people wouldn’t be noisy is insane
  • and the amount of times ten has started an argument on taeyong’s behave is even more because ten is always like taEYONG YOU HANDSOME FRIEND OF MINE I GeT THAT u R BEAUTiFUL but WhY DO peOPLE JusT DISREGARD UR prIVAC-
  • and taeyong always has to calm ten down but all of their friends agree that it’s super weird and gets out of hand
  • but taeyong is too nice to shut it down himself,,,,,so most of the time he slips on those glasses and a hat when he goes out and avoids looking people in the eyes
  • johnny once came over to his dorm and was like “bro i got you this wig. wear it if things get too creepy.” unfortunately the wig was the bright color red and mark was like hey johnny i know ur a senior and all but,,,,,,is ur head in the game,,,bro,,,please,,,
  • is the designated mom of his dorm’s floor because he has evERYTHING on hand from extra chargers, to a first aid kit, to pain killers
  • and every time someone comes into his room (taeyong begged for a single bed,,,,roommates can get a Bit) they’re always amazed at how a boy in college keeps his room sparkling clean
  • and i literally mean sparkling his bed sheets are white, his desk is completely free of everything except his laptop and a cup to hold pens in,,,,,his closet is organized by color: white, black, grey, and brown
  • and he has a little whiteboard where he writes due dates and everyone is like ur seriously a star student why cant i be clean and organized like u
  • except they don’t understand,,,anytime before finals the clean room turns into disarray,,,,,like taeyong literally pulls all his covers off the bed and takes power naps at his desk only to wake up with post-it notes stuck to his face
  • and when finals are over he goes on a cleaning spree in which he offers to do the laundry for everyone on his floor because it calms his nerves
  • he’s a sweet, polite, hard-working kid tbh with the face of an actual god which makes some people think he’s stuck up when he’s the absolute least from it
  • like taeyong is that kid that tutors his seniors for FREE in subjects they should be tutoring him in like what an angel?????/
  • anyway you’re taking organic chemistry with him this semester but the only problem is ,,,,,,you transferred in the middle of the year and therefore are completely falling behind
  • to the point where you don’t even care about saving your grade because no one wants to help and the teacher is super like “well,,,,,,,,,,do it urself im not doing it for u” kinda stick up their butt situation
  • so u start skipping class
  • because everything else ur doing fine in,,,,u have people sharing notes and teachers who get ur situation but organic chem????? the Devil
  • until one day as ur standing in line at the school cafe and u feel a tap on ur shoulder 
  • and u turn around to see this guy,,,,,who u know but ur not sure from where until he’s like “taeyong,,,,im in your organic chem class.” and you roll your eyes at the name of that class but then ur like sORRy,,,,,it’s just that class is so,,,,,
  • and he’s like “ive noticed you’ve stopped coming,,,,,is the material too hard?”
  • and you kind of are taken aback because this chem class isn’t ,,,,,,small it’s a lecture hall full of like 150 people and he noticed,,,,,,you?
  • but you shrug not wanting to come off like ,,,,, obvious and ur like “i transferred and a lot of things didn’t make sense,,,,so i gave up? ill just retake the class next semester.”
  • but taeyong frowns and for a moment you think to yourself: how does someone still look so attractive frowning wth
  • but ur like “it’s whatever, it can’t be helped.” but taeyong is like ,,,,,,,if,,,,if you still want help,,,,,,i can help you
  • and for a moment you’re gonna laugh because there’s like four weeks left of classes,,,,,,the only way to save your grade is to ace the big course final
  • but taeyong seems to fidget a bit when u don’t answer and he goes “b-but if it’s weird,,,,if i seem we,,weird,,,,,,im sor-”
  • and you’re like no no it’s not you,,,it’s just,,,how can u teach me so much in so little time ?? it’d be a lot of work on ur part and we don’t even know each other?
  • but taeyong seems unfazed by the amount of work,,,,tbh he smiles a little when u mention how it’ll take hard work and u dont know because ur new to the school but it’s because every1 always tells taeyong he does too much and works too hard,,,,,but to him it’s all fun like he has fun in his major
  • and he shakes his head and looks at you and again u catch urself sinking a little into his dark,,,pretty eyes and he’s like “im in ,,, if you’re in.”
  • and the line has moved up and the bored looking girl behind the register asks what you’d like to order and ur like ,,,,, one sec- and she’s like i don’t have time tell me so you say ur order,,,turn back to taeyong and ur like “ok,,,,let’s try.” and he’s like “meet me in the library at 8.”
  • and you watch him give a little bow and turn around and for a moment u cant be really sure that just happened,,,,,,,most people in college dont waltz up to others to offer to tutor them,,,,,
  • but as u pay the girl for ur coffee she goes “don’t try asking taeyong out. he never dates.” and ur like ????? what a guy like him definitely has a significant other????? right?????
  • so 8pm comes around and u bring a fresh notebook and the textbook u bought for the class and find that u dont even have to look for a seat because u can see taeyong already at one of the tables
  • and he’s got his lab coat over his chair,,,,his laptop open with some charts up and a heavy looking medical dictionary ,,,, he looks like a straight up doctor tbh 
  • and u sit down,,,startling taeyong who’s glasses slip down his nose just a bit until he’s chuckling and closing his laptop 
  • and u think how good of a tutor can he be to help someone as hopelessly lost as u,,,,,,,,,,,,but the minute taeyong begins to explain it’s like,,,,it’s like everything makes /sense/
  • nothing is complicated or abstract,,,,and u can’t help but be entranced by his smooth, slightly deep voice and the way he points out keywords and writes down formulas in near perfect handwriting 
  • like everything about him is so Professional he’s like,,,he’s like a professor,,,,
  • and it’s kind of super cute how when u ask him to repeat something he doesn’t get ticked off,,,no he gets excited because it’s obvious,,,,this is something taeyong loves
  • and at the end of ur first study session u feel so much better about everything
  • to the point that u even show up to ur class the next day and taeyong doesn’t look up from his notes,,,,,so u cant say hi but,,,,,suddenly it’s not like the teacher is talking nonsense
  • and every other day taeyong comes to the library to teach u,,,although he moves the time up to 10pm and ur not sure,,,maybe classes or clubs
  • and by the sixth time as ur packing up to leave taeyong goes “i see ur coming to class, that makes me happy.” and u don’t know why but,,,,,,,
  • just saying that,,,,,,,,it,,,,,it makes ur heart skip a beat
  • but u remember the words of the girl from the cafe about taeyong never dating and u itch to ask him,,,,but u don’t want to make this relationship more awkward
  • which is why the only time u do ask is when u end up in another class of urs partnered up with yuta and taeil,,,,two boys who immediately go “you’re the one taeyong is tutoring right?” and you’re like,,,yes??? and yuta scratches his head and is like “for organic chem or for immunology? or wait,,,,he’s giving someone tennis lessons too right taeil??” and ur like wow,,,taeyong sure helps a lot of people
  • and taeil nudges yuta but nods and is like “taeyong is really too nice for his own good,,,,,,,,,,” and u nod and try to focus on the project,,,but taeil gives u this like ???? knowing smile
  • and ur like ,,,, w-whats up and taeil is like “u want to know if taeyong is seeing someone?” and u straighten up because ur like ,,,,, UM,,, no-
  • and yuta laughs into his palm and is like “it’s ok,,,i know taeyong as a fellow pretty boy everyone always asks us that” and taeil rolls his eyes but he’s like “he’s not, he hasn’t dated anyone in college.” and from the shock on ur face yuta can only nod his head and go “i know,,,it shocks all of us,,,,,,hot girls and hot guys and everyone else all the hot people on campus have made moves on him but he just,,,,,,”
  • and yuta throws up his hands in defeat and taeil shrugs and for a second u think,,,,,,,,well what kind of chance to i stand,,,,,,,but u shake it off and ur like “maybe he’s just waiting!! he’s really nice i hope he finds someone.” 
  • and with that u leave after class,,,realizing that taeyong is helping u from the goodness of his heart,,,,,not because he might harbor something towards u,,,,and u need to accept that
  • but what u dont realize is that as u head toward ur dorm,,,,,taeyong is waiting in the library and when u don’t show up,,,,he goes into a panic
  • and the next day in organic chem he comes rushing up to
  • and for the first time his perfect face is scarred with worry and his hair is a mess and he looks like he hasn’t slept and he’s like,,,,,a,,,,are you ok?? and ur like yes wh- and he seems to calm down and even get embarrassed a bit as he steps back and is like “wi-will you come to the library tomorrow??” and ur like ofc omg 
  • and as ur trying to concentrate,,,u look over to see taeyong dozing off,,,,something he never does,,,,and u wonder why he didn’t sleep
  • and when u go for tutoring taeyong seems a little more reserved,,,,like usually if u make a joke he’ll laugh or if ur fingers brush it’s nothing
  • but now it seems like he’s keeping his distance,,,,,a bit more than usual and u want to ask if something is wrong,,,,,
  • so when ur done with the problem set he has and he gets up almost as if he’s in a hurry,,,,ur reach out and ask him if he’s ok and taeyong,,,looking down at your hand on his wrist ,,,, mumbles that u didn’t show up to tutoring so he thought he’d messed up but u explain that it just slipped ur mind,,,,,,taeyong could never do something wrong
  • and taeyong,,,,looks up at you and smiles just a bit and he’s like “if i do do something wrong,,,please tell me and ill fix it.”
  • and,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,the pureness of his voice,,,,the way he’d gotten so worried over you,,,,,it makes your heart burst because where else could someone find such a damn near perfect boy
  • and before you can think and stop yourself from speaking you ask; “the final is in a week,,,,,after,,,,,would you want to go out?”
  • taeyong seems to need a moment to register what u mean,,,,but when he does,,,,it’s like all the heat in his body has rushed up into his face and he stutters over an answer until he just goes “im sorry,,,,,,,” and that’s enough for you to get the hint
  • you apologize at least ten times and ur like thIS is awkward,,,ill go and make a dash for the door as quickly as possible
  • because everything is so damn EMBARRASSING and ur like WHAT WERE U THINKING @ yourself the whole time u go to your dorm
  • and for a good hour u just lay down with ur head in ur pillow like gkhdlfjssdf whY DID I OPEN MY MOUTH
  • but taeyong,,,,,who also gets to his dorm just sets down his laptop and tries to think himself,,,why,,,,,,,why did he say im sorry?? when he wanted to say yes,,,,,
  • and the week goes by and the final comes and goes and at the end u want to ball ur eyes out because well one that final was hARD AS HELL but thanks to taeyongs help u feel like u did decently,,,,,but also the whole time u couldn’t help but look over at taeyong and not once,,,,,,did u guys cross eyes
  • and ur convincing urself that he’s forgotten about it,,,,,about you and helping you,,,and every night u spent in the library getting closer and god dammit if u hadnt gotten all worked up over him saying he was worried thiS wouldnt have happened
  • until you walk right into someone and they’re like “woah! watch yourself” and you look up to see the familiar face of taeil and ur like oh right whoops we got an A on our project did u get the email? and taeil nods but he’s like “more importantly,,,,,,,,hows taeyong?”
  • and ur like ?????????/ idk im not his frie-
  • and taeil is like ur not??? taeyong literally tutored u right after his internship for four weeks straight sacrificing his time for u and ur not even friends? doubt it
  • and ur like wait what
  • and taeyong is like yEAH why do u think u had to meet so damn late the poor guy had a class load + an internship in a lab + tutoring and believe me as kind as he is,,,,,,he wouldn’t go to such lengths for a stranger
  • and u can’t believe it,,,,like at all,,,,,,but u feel like such an asshole and ur like “do u know where-” and taeil is like “bus stop near the gym. he should be going there n-” and ur like thANKS SEE U LATER TELL YUTA WE GOT AN A BECAUSE HE NEVER CHECKS HIS EMAIL
  • and as u run u can see taeyong,,,holding his lab coat and his shoulder bag at the stop and u don’t know how much time u have till the bus comes
  • but when u show up in front of him,,,huffing and puffing taeyong immediately worries and tries to offer u his water and ur like no no listen to me 
  • and he’s lie ???? with wide eyes and ur like “im sorry. i never thanked u for tutoring me and we left of on an awkward note and it was sUPER embarrassing but if we could push it aside like i really like u,,,,,,,,but like i want to be ur friend first and foremost because i think ur great and u helped me pass that satanic class and i just didnt know u were staying up so late to tutor me and i just i have a lot more to say but most of all thank you so much taeyong. i appreciate what you did for me.”
  • and u cant believe u had enough breath for all that but taeyong,,,,taeyong is smiling,,,,,,,and it’s the smile that makes his usually stoic, handsome face turn somewhat childish and warm
  • and he puts his hand out to carefully take yours and he’s like 
  • “im happy i could help, but also i,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you think he’s holding ur hand in like ???A friendly way??? but taeyong is literally also shaking??? and ur like is he nervous???
  • but taeyong finally swallows the lump in his throat and goes “but also i don’t want to push what you asked me aside. i,,,,,,,i want to take you on a date,,,,,,,can i?”
  • and you can hear the bus approaching and you can see taeyong’s eyes flash between yours and the road and you know you need to answer
  • but ur like stuck and the bus doors open and taeyong is like “i need to let go but tell me-”
  • and he’s halfway up the steps when you get up into the bus with him and the driver is like ? and you lean up to kiss his cheek and you’re like 
  • “yes,,,,,,,please take me on a date. it would make me really happy.”
  • and the bus driver is like hello are u also getting on and taeyong turns cherry red but he tells u he’ll call - but wait ur number - and ur like oh !! message taeil he has it we were partners and taeyong is like ok!!
  • and the driver is like AHEM but this nice old lady is like “don’t ruin their moment”
  • and basically,,,,you get off the bus and wave to taeyong in the window as it leaves and practically skip back to school because oh my god the undateable taeyong,,,,,,just asked you on a dATE
  • and the date,,,,,,is so simple and sweet 
  • everyone thinks taeyong is some stuck up snob with high taste but nooooope in reality u two go to a cafe that specialize in board games and u guys play monoply on ur first damn date and then some connect four and when u beat him at jenga ur pretty sure he might cry
  • but ur like “taeyong,,,,,,top of ur major and yet,,,,,,,bad at jenga?” and he’s like !!!!!!!! im not rematch!!!!11
  • but u win again and poor taeyong has his head in his hands but he’s having fun and gladly does the penalty (which is buying u guys two more drinks)
  • and it’s like afterwords u learn that taeyong is not flashy,,,,,he takes so much happiness in just walking u to ur dorm afterwords and when u tease him about jenga he just bites his lip and mumbles that it just wasn’t his night tonight,,,,,,
  • and when you lean up to kiss him gently taeyong mumbles against your skin if it’s alright to take u out on a second date and u think how cute,,,,but completely agree
  • and two dates turn into more dates and before u know it u and taeyong are dating with matching couple rings to prove it 
  • which yuta thinks is cheesy but taeil just tells him to shut it and be happy for taeyong 
  • but on a real note taeyong takes dating as seriously as his studies,,,he puts his efforts into making you happy and learning more about you
  • and it’s so adorable when he’ll point something out and be like “it reminds me of you!” and,,,,it’s like,,,,,,,what an observant, caring boyfriend 
  • you tell taeyong once you don’t like this specific kind of fruit so when u guys get a fruit salad he asks if u want him to pick out the ones u dont like and u just laugh and go i can just not eat them!!! and he gets red,,,,but like it’s the sentiment that counts
  • taeyong works most of his week and studies super hard so u don’t get to go out a lot and taeyong apologizes for that
  • but you just hold his face in your hands and tell him that no. his studies come first because it’s his future
  • and once taeyong mumbled that he hopes ur his future too and it made ur heart,,,,,,,,,it literally made ur heart burst and you were like taeyong don’t say things like that and he was like im sorry,,,but why not
  • and u were like because it makes me want to kiss u and u have calculus homework right 
  • people that took pics of taeyong when u go out always just get super long glares from u and at one point u were like “that’s illegal i can sue on behave of my boyfriend”
  • and taeyong was like ,,,,angel it’s ok,,,,,,,but u were like anyone who wants to disrespect him come @ me i will prote-
  • u and ten get along really well just fyi
  • taeyong introduces u to mark and ur just like !!!!!! wow!!!!! so adorable and taeyong is like rIGHT he’s so cute he’s my son and mark is like ??? but both u and taeyong dote on him and sometimes he’s like guys,,,,please,,,,
  • but most of the time he likes it because u and taeyong will cook for him if he asks LOL
  • for someone who hides behind his glasses taeyong sends u selfies whenever he’s with mark because he’s like !!!!!! look how cute
  • but also sometimes he sends some of himself and he’s like ‘i look so bad ive been studying for 4 hours’ but in reality. he doesn’t look bad. he looks like a model. what the heck. what the actual heck
  • taeyong keeps his desk super clean but he’s recently let u put up some photos in frames,,,one of them is his sister ,,, another his parents,,, then one of him and his friends ,,,,,,,and then one of u guys,,,,shyly holding hands under fireworks and it’s cute
  • because before he used to keep everything completely in check but when u doodle a heart on his whiteboard he can’t erase it,,,,he just thinks of u and smiles
  • doesn’t share his hoodies but it’s ok because when u hug him his smell gets stuck in ur clothes and u love it
  • u taught taeyong how to use emojis the right way because when u sent him a bunch of hearts he was like ‘isn’t one enough’ and u were like taeyong no i love u much more than one heart emoji and he was like oh! i should sent more too because i love u so much and it was cORNY but so damn cute
  • his pda is kept to a minimum because taeyong sees intimacy as something very special and he always wants to make sure it’s shared between you and him 
  • and he’ll like it when u take control because taeyong wants to do anything to please u and sometimes u have to remind him that it’s ok for him to indulge
  • and he’ll just shyly hide into ur neck but it’s ok because when u run ur hands down his spine u can hear a low sound from him and it’s,,,,,,hot
  • also loves being kissed on the back of his neck like the nape it always makes him really soft and if he’s overworking himself 
  • ull like come up from behind while he’s hunched over a book and kiss his nape and he’ll completely kind of loosen up and let u drag him out for a snack so he doesn’t die in all his class notes
  • and taeyong tells u after sometime that dating,,,,,and being close to people always worried him because he didn’t know if he could make someone happy
  • but you tell him that he makes u the most happy,,,,even if he has quirks about him and gets excited over math,,,,,that’s so adorable to you
  • like you’re the one person that taeyong should never be scared of hurting,,,,,,because you know how much effort he puts into his work and u know he’d never do anything to harm u or his friends
  • and it’s cute,,,,,,u wait for him to get back to campus after his internship and taeyong is always like !!!!! it’s cold and dark dont 
  • but ur always there and when he gets off the bus he makes u wait till it leaves but then u guys kiss and it’s cute and u laugh against each others lips
  • and although taeyong doesnt like to share his clothes he’ll pull his lab coat over the two of u and be like “kiss me again” and ur like ooo someone is actually more into pda than we thought?? and he’s like shy,,,but also u do kiss him and it’s soft
  • my conclusion is college!taeyong is soft ok everyone please be nice to him

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college vixx (here) / college bts (here) / college seventeen (here)
college monsta x (here) / college got7 + amber + kard (here)

Fallen Castiel part ??

Originally posted by jessestar10

Seriously, why’s that female in the first pic? Could someone explain? 

However, let’s forget about her. Let’s focus on fallen Cas —

OH GOD LOOK AT CAS’ FACE. HE’S LIKE OH MY DEAN YOU’RE SO PRETTYYYY. Seriously what’s wrong with me. It’s not good time to post. I’m going a stir crazy. Too many energy drinks. Just read these. Fallen Cas. Good. Caffeine. 


Title: the taste of gravel in the mouth

Author: beenghosting

Rating: Explicit

Words: 22,395 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. Read it. Reeeeeaaad it. I fucking love it. I can give up Heaven for this. I volunteer! I’m here! Take me!

Summary: This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.

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Title: and build a house around you

Author: subcas

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,614 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Good old fashion case fic. Once in awhile you just need to read these. Unless you’re Admin A who doesn’t read non-AU fics ever. It’s strange. I need this kinda situation happen in the show. Can you see this coming? CAN YOU?

Summary: After a close call on a hunt, Dean and Cas try to work out their frustration.

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Title: after a storm

Author: museaway

Rating: Mature

Words: 10,482 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I love this! I hate the part in which Dean tells Cas to go. I want to go and slap Dean on the face and be like YOU FOOL DON’T LET HIM GO HE CAN’T EVEN BRUSH HIS TEETH. Now I get my happy story in which Dean wasn’t stupid. (No, I wasn’t thinking about the fact that Sam might have died.)

Summary: Despite Zeke’s threats, Dean doesn’t tell Cas to leave the bunker. He revels in their burgeoning relationship, content to end his day with Cas asleep on his shoulder, even if they’ll always sleep in separate rooms. Cas is it for him. But when Cas begins to experience physical urges he can’t control, he asks Dean for a hand—metaphorically, and later, literally.

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Title: Bring Up the Deep

Author: beenghosting

Rating: Explicit

Words: 22,680 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Good old Case fic! This is a newer one, so pretty much one of the fics that I have recently read. It’s good, I like Cas in it and I like how Dean and Cas are. Very canon. My brains are not working.

Summary: They went back and forth on whether or not to make the drive until Sam found an article in the town’s local paper dated a week earlier about a lobster fisherman who swore a monster sank his boat.

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Title: ten thousand words

Author: bree_black

Rating: Explicit

Words: 13,238 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: This is so saaaad. Makes me so sad. I wanna cry now and I just read the summary.

Summary: In 2009, a man who claims to speak to God gives the not-quite-an-angel-anymore Castiel his Polaroid camera. “Use it wisely,” he warns. “Cameras are a strange sort of magic. They hold on to the energy of the moments they capture and keep it alive past its time. That’s why we should only take photographs of our happiest moments. There’s no sense prolonging our pain or sadness, but love and joy are worth saving.”

During the next five years, Castiel superstitiously takes nine photographs of his happiest moments. When a second Dean arrives from the past, Castiel knows he’s been sent to witness something catastrophic, something so terrible Zachariah believes it will scare Dean into accepting his destiny. He senses the end is near, but Castiel can’t quite bring himself to take the final photograph. Dean does it for him.

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Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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Illusion Part One (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)

Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3

(NOTE: I LOVE LANCE TUCKER SO MUCH AND I FEEL LIKE HE IS A DICK TO COVER UP FOR SHIT HE DEALS ON HIS OWN, NOT THAT I CONDONE BEING AN ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME, BUT LIKE I’M AN ASSHOLE ALL THE SO SO I RELATE BECAUSE I FIND US BOTH EXTREMELY SIMILAR WITH VERY FEW DIFFERENCES? I’M A SUCKER FOR THE ASSHOLES AND I ALWAYS FIND A REASON TO DEFEND THEM.??)

I WROTE THIS FOR YA GIRL, ME, BECAUSE I’M COMPLETE LANCE TUCKER TRASH LIKE FUCK ME UP BITCH, GIVE ME THAT GOLD. OK I’M DONE

ALSO I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED FOR IT TO BE POSTED SO I’LL PROBABLY MAKE EDITS LATER.

LAST THING

SO I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GYMNASTICS SO I USED GIFS FROM TUMBLR, I FORGOT TO CITE THEM SO IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE SOURCES YALL CAN JUST TYPE IN “GYMNASTICS GIFS” ON TUMBLR



Part One

“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.

You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”

“No.”

“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.

Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”

“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

You sat up and looked at your coach.

“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”

“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.

“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”

“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.

“Sit down, you’re done for today.”

“I can go again it’s fine.”

“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”

“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”

You rolled your eyes and began walking way.

“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”

“Yeah I know.”

You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.

“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Close the door Y/N.”

You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.

“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.

You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”

“Yeah. I met them last year.”

“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”

“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”

“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”

“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”

You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.

“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”

“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”

You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”

“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”

You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.

“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.

“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.

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You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.

You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.

You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.

You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.

Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.

You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.

“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.

“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”

“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”

You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.

“Do you feel better than yesterday?”

“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”

“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”

“And what is that Mister Helpful?”

“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”

You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”

“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”

“You’re joking right?”

“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”

“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”

“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.

“Lance, wait.”

He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”

“Will you still do it?”

“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”

You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.

“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”

“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.

“It was your idea.”

“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.

@lancefuckrr ( hi you said to tag you, I hope you like it and send me your thoughts. It means so much to me)
Flatterer

Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”

Prompt:

44. “I’m just stating the truth.”

Word count: 1.230

Posted: 23rd of May 2017

A/N: I wrote another Justin imagine! I seriously wrote this during my Maths class and I hope that you like it. I know that I said that I might’ve posted two imagines tonight, but I remembered that I had a test and a homework for tomorrow, so I will be posting the Zach imagine some other time. I am sorry, guys, but I am really trying my best to post something.
Anyways, being serious now, I heard the horrible things that happened today and I am really praying for the world. What the hell is happening in this place that we’re living in? Like for real? Keep safe, guys. Please take care, okay?

P.S.: I know that it’s been a millionth time that I am saying this, but I still don’t accept part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want to finish my requests first. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and use of some bad words


“Hey beautiful!” You heard a very familiar and vexing voice as you were getting some of your notebooks from your locker. You were throwing them carelessly in your backpack, since you were already late for your History class.

“Foley!” You were in a hurry, even though your best friend, Kat, was covering you up from Coach Patrick. “Are you skipping your classes again?” You harshly stuffed the last books in your bag and you slammed your locker door loudly, causing an echo to be heard along the empty and quiet hallway.

“Well,” He flashed you his cheekiest grin and you rolled your eyes before starting to walk towards your classroom. “why should I arrive in time when I can go to class with a pretty lady?”

You found his behaviour miffing and disturbing. Maybe because you weren’t that close, but he was acting as if you were, or maybe because he was a jock and you hated jocks. There weren’t any real reasons why, jocks were just automatically assholes and bastards.

“Shut your damn fake compliments off,” You snapped at him, completely not minding his real intentions. “we’re not even close.”

“Period week?” He teased you as he noticed your cynical and indescribable mood.

“No, Foley!” You nudged him sharply, making him whine for the pain a little bit. “It’s like nine in the morning and you would sweet talk to me as if it was not a big deal.”

“Damn it!” He exclaimed, still bearing with the pain that you caused him. “Your ex-boyfriend, Montgomery, was right. You are hard to get,” He blurted out, revealing his real intentions. He was trying to have a date night with you. “but, don’t worry, I am adventurous and I can bear with it.”

“Foley, what’s your damn point here?” You suddenly stopped on walking, taking your conversation with the guy seriously. You glanced at the wall clock that was hung near the department’s office to check the time. You were beyond late, but you just shook everything off.

“First of all, I want to let you know that you are beautiful.” He complimented you, while he caressed your soft and smooth cheek. He smiled widely at you and you couldn’t deny that Justin was a good-looking guy too. “And, second, I wou-”

He was cute, but it didn’t mean that you would let yourself in his sycophant attitude. “You would like to get in my pants.” You stated, obnoxiously underestimating the kindness that he was showing to you. You didn’t know him and you were surely judging him.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He showed, via his emotions, that you obviously mistook his intentions. “I just wanted a simple movie date tonight.”

“Jocks are all the same, my dear Justin. They play with your feelings as if love is a sort of a game, just like basketball or baseball,” You proudly stated your opinion as you thought of your ex-boyfriend. “it doesn’t matter.”

Montgomery surely traumatized you with your previous relationship. He was your everything, the knight in shining armour, the perfect one, until someone told you that you were just a bet and he just wanted to have sex with you. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either. He was an asshole for making you cry and, since then, your thoughts about jocks has changed, obviously not for the better, but for the latter: the worse.

“Not me, (Y/N)!” Justin slightly shouted and you gave him another nudge, a little bit gentler this time. “I am different.” You rolled your eyes as you looked into his greenish blue orbs. You tried to search for the lies that sailed across his gloomy eyes by observing them.

“Foley, just fuck off!” You pushed him away and you started to walk towards your classroom once again. You hurt him, his feelings, and you somehow felt guilty, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong to you, but you had to shield and protect your heart this time.

“C’mon, please give me a chance.” He desperately pleaded as he tried to catch your feet’s rhythm. He carefully grabbed your forearm to stop you from walking and he gently let you face him. “I am not an asshole jock, the stereotypical jock. I will show you the real Justin Foley and there won’t be any asshole friends between us.” He explained seriously as if it was his last chance to convince you. You looked at him with pity in your eyes and you could tell that he was afraid to be rejected.

“You were already being a kiss-ass, Mr. Foley.” You annoyingly said to him, still not letting your heart in. You observed Justin’s desperate facial expression and you questioned yourself if he was really saying the truth or he was just a great actor: you would’ve surely chose the second choice.

“I wasn’t, Ms. (Y/L/N). You are really beautiful, an angel sent from above and that explains your angelic smile and voice.” The hallway was flooded by his praises and you drowned in his compliments. This time, you couldn’t help but hide a little smile. You were absolutely flattered that someone considered you in that way.

“Fine, fine!” You sighed as you finally let yourself in. You wanted to test him and he had to prove that he was really worth your time and love. After all, you just had to swallow the pride that Montgomery taught you to have when you left him. “I am going on a movie night with you and I am giving you a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” His dilated eyes widened in excitement and he couldn’t believe that you finally confirmed the date that he was asking for. You decided to give him a chance and you secretly wished that he wouldn’t waste it.

“Oh, shut up!” You softly giggled as you shook your head in disbelief. He didn’t win the lottery, did he? You didn’t think so, but his joy and happiness was overflowing. Did he really care that much for you?

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” He excused himself and he kept his wide smile, still showing his spilling over excitement. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Yes, Justin!” You smiled at him and you had to admit that he was adorable and cute. “Just stop being an apple-polisher and don’t mess everything up.”

“I wasn’t being an apple-polisher,” He playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. You somehow built a certain atmosphere between the two of you and you honestly loved it. “I’m just stating the truth.

“Of course, you are,” You said sarcastically while rolling your eyes and you dishevelled his hair by running your hands through it. “flatterer!” You both let out some soft chuckles as you both noticed the calm relationship that you were creating.

You still hated the jocks and Justin was still a flatterer, but it was surely nice and pleasant to hear some compliments from other people. You also enjoyed his company during the movie night at Crestmont’s movie theatre, but you enjoyed his company even more by doing the extra homework that Coach Patrick assigned to you as you both arrived late in one of his most important lessons.

Sorry to Coach Patrick, but you and Justin weren’t really sorry for arriving late and for missing half of his boring explanations.


Still Dean (DeanxReader)

Spoilers for 12x11 “Regarding Dean”

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

“Dean Winchester. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester is my brother. (f/n)(l/n) is my girlfriend. Cas is-”

You had been listening to Dean running through that mantra for 5 minutes. It was just you two in the motel. Sam and Rowena had gone to get the book that was supposed to fix Dean and you had volunteered to be the one to stay with him. There was nothing you could do but wait. So you sat on the bed in silence, listening to Dean trying to hold on to his identity that continued to slip through his fingers with each passing minute.

“I don’t….I don’t know…I don’t…” There was a defeated sigh followed by a loud thump that most likely was Dean hitting the counter.

You immediately got up and slowly opened the bathroom door.

“Dean?”

He turned to you with fear filled eyes before looking back at the mirror.

“I can’t remember…I-I-I don’t know” he brought his hands up to his head in frustration. “Why don’t I know anything!?” His eyes started watering and he turned back to the mirror. “Remember!” he yelled at himself. “Just remember!”

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Fragments - Part 5

Word Count: 5002

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, canon divergence

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Ever since the night Cas told you parts of your soul were gone, you’d withdrawn from everyone. Dean hadn’t pushed you, even though you could tell he desperately wanted you to open up to him about whatever it was you were feeling. The absolute truth of it was, you weren’t sure what it was you were feeling. It was all so overwhelming; being thrust back into a world you knew nothing about.

Sam was right, you were good at research. You’d spent most days holed up in your room with your laptop relearning how to be a hunter. When night fell, you’d wait until you were sure everyone was asleep or at the very least in their own rooms and creep out into the library to read more lore. You fully invested yourself in it. You wanted to be a hunter again.

“Y/N?” Cas’ figure cast a shadow in the library and you lifted your head from your research, giving him a half smile. “Are you alright?”

“No.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Cas was there instantly, sitting next to you and resting his hand on top of yours. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Cas smiled and laced his fingers with yours. “Well, first and foremost, we were great friends. You understood me in a way nobody else ever did. You read people…and angels…well. I don’t know if that’s something you’ve noticed.” You nodded and huffed a laugh. “Second, I promised your father once that I’d look out for you. I failed once. I don’t intend to do it again.”

“Failed me how?” You questioned. “A lot of people feel like they failed me. People die. You can’t prevent it. It just happens.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 53 and 33 for Montgomery de la Cruz?

Hell yeah I can! Also bless your soul for requesting something and giving me something to do ily 💕

33. The door’s locked.

53. Take your shirt off.

The door’s locked,” Montgomery relays apprehensively, his head turning to glance at the girl standing behind him. 

“The fuck you mean it’s locked,” she hisses, pushing past him to see for herself. Sure enough the handle jingles tightly in her hand but does not completely twist. The music is too loud for anyone to hear them pounding on the door. She had come upstairs to take a breather from the party, not to get locked in Jessica Davis’s bedroom with Montgomery De La Cruz. 

“You gonna talk to me now? Ya know, since we’re kind of stuck in here together. Or are you gonna continue to avoid me?” he asks, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I’m not avoiding you,” her eyes drop from his face to the floor, voice wavering. Lying has never been her strong suit.

They had been partnered together for a project in biology, and much to her surprise they got along great. She was cold towards him at first, since her prior interactions with him had been him checking her out in the hallway and her rolling her eyes whenever she caught him, or when she would stumble across him getting aggressive with someone who did or didn’t deserve it. 

She didn’t want to like him. He’s a dick of the douchiest variety. But not always, not all the time. After many late nights of doing research he got comfortable around her and relaxed. He would crack stupid jokes and make lame puns that made her laugh in-spite of herself. He would randomly ask her questions like “what do you think about multiverse theory?” and “What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” He would let her nap on the couch if she got tired while he continued to search for articles and would wake her up when he came across something that he found particularly exciting. He could be endearing when he wanted to be.

They got close. Closer than she could have anticipated. One night the previous week they were making final edits on the project, laughing about this and that. She can’t remember what he said, but she playfully shoved his chest in response and he nudged her shoulder back and she kicked at his leg and then they were rolling around on the floor when he quietly mumbled, “come here,” and she teasingly responded with, “I don’t think I can really get much closer,” to which he whispered, “I think you can.” And then he kissed her.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to kiss the infamous Montgomery De La Cruz. He was a prick, but a gorgeous one at that. All of the eye rolls and shit talking in the world couldn’t change the fact that given the opportunity, most of the girls at Liberty High would sell their soul to kiss the devil himself.

It was sweet. He had pulled her flush against his chest and let his hands play at her sides while she climbed onto his lap, resting her one hand at the side of his neck and letting the other run down his arm. It wasn’t what she would have expected. But he wasn’t what she expected either. 

That was all it was. Just one kiss. Nothing more. He didn’t push it further and neither did she. When she pulled away he had this soft smile on his lips and a serene look in his eyes that she had never seen before. He looked so calm, so at peace. And it made her heart melt. 

But he was still Monty, and she knew what everyone in the school thought of him, and what they would think of her if this progressed into anything more than a one time kiss. It was hypocritical, to desire someone but damn anyone who actually got something. Nonetheless, she pulled away. Avoiding him since then. She didn’t want to be the type to care what other people thought, but they could be so damn cruel, and she had kept such a pristine image so far. 

“Seriously?” Monty snaps, pulling her out of her thoughts, “I’m literally the only other person in here and you’re still pretending like I don’t exist.”

“I’m very much aware of your existence,” she quips, sitting on the edge of Jessica’s bed. She notices a variety of colored sharpies on the nightstand.

“You’re just choosing to ignore it,” he rolls his eyes.

“I’m talking to you right now, aren’t I?” she raises an eyebrow, feigning casualty. 

He snorts, running a hand through his hair. “I’m all you’ve got right now, so it doesn’t count for much.”

“Didn’t think you’d care all that much,” she shrugs, leaning over to grab the colorful assortment of sharpies.

“I kissed you and then you started avoiding me like the plague. How could I not care?!” his voice raises in exasperation.

“Because you’re you,” her tone is serious as she looks him straight in the eye.

“Yeah, yeah my reputation sucks. I’m awful,” he glowers.

“Only sometimes. You can be sweet when you want to be,” she offers.

“Not sweet enough for it to matter apparently.”

Take your shirt off.”

“What?” he asks, taken aback. This conversation has taken an abrupt turn.

“I’m gonna draw on you,” she shakes the sharpies in her hand, “Gotta pass the time somehow.”

He’s somewhat startled and confused by the request, but his shirt still comes off as he makes his way over to the bed. He lies on his back as she straddles his lap, dragging the tip of a green sharpie down his side. She draws twisting vines with sharp thorns that could tear your skin if you got too close. But she also draws blooming roses that smell so sweet you can’t help but drift closer. It’s dangerous and beautiful, terrifying and inviting. It’s a lot like Monty.

“You’re sending out some mixed signals you know,” he looks up at her as she shades in a petal. One minute she’s ducking around corners to bypass his gaze and the next she’s straddling his half naked body.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, her lip stuck between her teeth in concentration, “I like you, but your reputation is hard to swallow.”

He nods in understanding, watching her use him as a canvas. “Can I draw on you?”

“Sure,” her eyes widen a bit in surprise. “Where?”

“Your back,” he explains as she rolls off him and he sits up, switching places.

She turns away from him, sliding her shirt off and unhooking her bra before laying chest down on the bed. He picks up a sharpie and she feels the cool ink on her skin. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation. It’s a large design that takes up a majority of the two sides of her back. It feels like he’s drawing wings. 

“Angel wings?” she asks, twisting her head at an attempt to get a look at him.

“Good guess,” he grins, nodding in affirmation. 

“Why?” she laughs, “Cause I’m so etherial?”

“Something like that,” he laughs, his one hand gripping her side tightly to keep her still. She likes the feeling of his skin on hers.

“Can you keep a secret? she asks, biting her lip as she waits for a response.

“What kind of secret?” he asks, sitting back so his weight isn’t holding her down as much.

She rolls over so she’s facing him, reaching up to place one hand at the back of his neck. Her lips press against his in the most inviting way, making his eyes shut instinctively as he leans into it.

“Yeah,” he breathes out heavily, moving to hover over her as his arms wrap around her back to press their bare chests together tightly. “I can keep a secret.”


*Sorry that turned out to be way longer than a drabble, I got a little carried away*

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When Fate Intervened

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: Day one of the hamwriters write-a-thon! This is actually not the fic I have had written for this day for like a week and a half. No I wrote this last night and this morning because this was a better idea than my other one. Also I’m posting this now because in my time zone at least it’s the right day for this so here we go, enjoy!

AU: Soulmate AU

Warnings: nothing? 

Word Count: 1,700

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes

A world without color has never particularly bothered you. Sure it would be nice to see colors the way your sister can, but really it’s never been a big thing. You watched all through high school and college as the people around you desperately tried to find the person they were destined to be with but you never really tried to look for them. You’ve always believed that when it’s time to meet your soulmate, fate will be there to make sure it happens.

“Y/N… did you know that when you reach 26 your chances of meeting your soulmate drop dramatically?” Your sister asks as you pull your gloves and scarf on in preparation for the cold winter morning air you know is waiting for you outside.

“That is bullshit. People in their 60’s meet their soulmates all the time. Not everyone get’s to meet them in the first grade like you” you grumble.

Your sister has always been like this, she’s younger than you by three years and likes to bother you about meeting your soulmate at every chance she get’s. Why you ever thought it was a good idea to live with her and her soulmate you have no idea.

“Goodbye” you call out, not bothering to turn around to face her as you grab your bag and make your way out of the apartment.

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“Protect You” Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 2,559

Lucifer x Reader, Crowley x Reader

Request from @perseusandmedusa : Can I request a Lucifer x Reader story? You’ve watched the last episode where we saw Lucifer in a cage in Hell with Crowley, right? Let’s imagine Crowley found Lucifer’s soulmate & brings her in the room. The reader being a simple woman, she doesn’t understand what’s going on. Luci feels a connection the second she enters the room but decides to ignore it, so Crowley will kinda torture her to get a reaction from the Devil. 

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of torture, angst, a few swear words, fluff


Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

“Need a drink?” Crowley sat down next to the woman at the bar, sliding a wink at her.

She looks over at him, unsure if he is being serious or not. People don’t typically approach her at bars, but if they do, it usually never turns out well. With her past history of creeps trying to drug her or losers trying to get in her pants, she normally just kept a straight, ‘don’t talk to me’ face while she drank.

“I’m good.” She raises her glass, indicating that she already had.

“What’s your name?” Crowley asked, swirling his chair so he is facing towards her.

She tells him a fake name, while giving off a quite bitchy attitude, hoping that he will leave her alone. Crowley knows she’s lying, making him raise his eyebrows. He knows her name. Actually, he knows a lot about her.

When he had captured Lucifer a few weeks ago, he tried everything he could do to torture him. All the techniques that Lucifer had once used on him, and everything that he had picked up on his own. He was quite skilled in torture, being the king of hell and all. But nothing seemed to break him. He continued to be his normal, regular, horrible self. It was driving Crowley mad knowing that he couldn’t get Lucifer to break. He wanted him to break just as Lucifer had broken him all those years ago.

The only other thing he could think of was something he didn’t think was possible. He had deemed it an impossible mission when he had called his mother, Rowena, and asked for help. He had figured she would say that his plan was a bust, that she couldn’t find anything.

But she did.

That plan of his was to find his soulmate. That’s the only thing in the world that no one can resist. Soulmates are something on another level that even God can’t mess with. Everyone is born with one, even angels- even Lucifer. When Crowley called Rowena, asking if she could possibly find his soulmate, he thought it was a long shot. There was too many possibilities- he or she could have already died, not even been born yet, or might not even be human. They could have been another angel.

But of course, Rowena came through. She always did. Crowley couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Lucifer did have one- a woman named Y/N. And she was very much alive.

He tracked her down, and here he was. Offering to buy her a drink, planning on getting her drunk so he could easily take her back to Lucifer. He needed her to get done what needed done.

“Now now, don’t lie about your name.” Crowley frowned, flagging down the bartender. “Scotch, please. And another one for the lady.” He orders her a drink despite her protests to him buying her one earlier.

“And how is it you know that isn’t my real name?” She was the one raising her eyebrows this time.

“Because, love, I know everything.”

“Uh huh.” Y/N had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. In her eyes, she just thought this was some random old guy trying to hit on her, and not really doing a good job.

“Take the drink?” Crowley passes over one of the glasses that the bartender brought him.

“I told you I was good.” She slides the glass back over to him.

Crowley was growing impatient and frustrated. She was stubborn. No wonder she was Lucifer’s soulmate. He decided to go a different route and just wait her out until she left. Crowley excused himself from the bar and goes outside, waiting patiently until she comes out.

Y/N finishes up her drink, relief flooding through her chest as the man next to her finally left. He gave off a dark vibe, one she couldn’t quite explain. If she believed in the supernatural, she’d describe it as the feeling of death. The feeling that everywhere he goes, darkness follows.

She frowns, thinking she’s overthinking things and being paranoid. She picks up her purse and pays the tab, thanking the bartender for his service. She ignores the wolf whistles coming from the men in the bar as she makes her way out, grabbing her car keys as she opens the door.

She’s about to open the door to her car as she sees the reflection of the man in the car window, making her jump and drop her keys.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” Crowley smirks. She doesn’t even have the time to process the fact that he knew her name before she finds herself in a totally different place.

She looks around, the man that was once with her in the parking lot now holding on to her wrist as he drags her through the dark corridors. She looks around in fear and starts hyperventilating, her mind running a million miles an hour.

Crowley tightens his grip on her wrist as he drags her towards the room, not caring how much she is resisting. He doesn’t care that she’s scared. The only thing that he cares about is the look on Lucifer’s face when he sees her, and how he will react to knowing he’s got his soulmate as captive.

“Luci, we’ve got company.” Crowley says in a singsong voice, throwing Y/N into the room.

Lucifer looks up from behind the bars, unsure of what Crowley is talking about. He sees him throw the woman into the room; she looks terrified, and immediately Lucifer feels bad for the woman.

He becomes confused as to why he felt badly for the woman he didn’t even know- he doesn’t feel bad for anyone. He doesn’t give a shit about anything except himself. But the helpless, scared look on her face was enough to make to make even his heart melt. He didn’t even know he had a heart until he saw her.

“Aha, gotta love company.” Lucifer smiles his signature smile.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” Y/N’s voice came out quiet and weak. She was standing in the middle of the room, Crowley standing in the doorway to her left and Lucifer behind the bars to her right.

“Oh, sweetie, I apologize for him. He’s always been a bit rude to houseguests.” Lucifer says condescendingly, hoping to get underneath Crowley’s skin. He’s not going to let anyone break him, not even this mysterious woman in front of him.

“I’m Crowley. King of Hell.” Crowley closes the door, stepping into the room and going to sit on his chair. Ah, his signature chair. He loves sitting in that chair, it makes him feel powerful. Especially when he can sit there and see Lucifer caged up right next to him, helpless. “And that over there, well, that’s the Devil.”

Y/N thought she was going to pass out. First, she’d kidnapped from a bar by a strange man, who claims to be the King of Hell? And now she’s locked up in a room with not only him, but someone he is introducing as the Devil? This was too much for her. She starts pacing the room, pinching herself in several spots on her body. This must be a dream.

“The Devil is a bit of a harsh name, if you ask me.” Lucifer pipes up. “But, I second her question, Crowley- what is the poor woman doing here?”

“You didn’t feel it yourself?” Crowley feels himself pause. Lucifer should have felt the instant connection the moment she stepped into the room. Angel can sense their soulmates much more acutely than humans. Crowley clenches his jaw, thinking he might have messed up and grabbed the wrong girl, before he notices the change in Lucifer’s face. It was only a split second, but it was enough for Crowley to know. He felt it.

Lucifer’s face dropped the minute Crowley said that. He had felt it, he knew. He knew why she was here, and he knew why Crowley was acting so smug. That woman standing there, that was his soulmate. He could feel the connection between them, his immediate liking to her.

“Oh, Crowley,” Lucifer laughs. “You really thought a girl could get under my skin? You’re dumber than you look, and that’s saying a lot.”

“Now, Lucifer, you of all people know the power of soulmates. Don’t try and act like this woman isn’t affecting you, dog.”

Y/N was seriously on the edge of passing out. Soulmates? To her, soulmates aren’t even a real thing. It’s just a fairytale, the things that moms always tell their little girls about.

“What am I doing here?” She repeats again. No one responds to her.

“She means nothing to me.” Lucifer insists.

“No?” Crowley asks in an unbelieving tone. He grabs Y/N, pulling her back into his chest and placing his knife across her neck. She starts to choke back tears, terrified that he was going to kill her. She tries to go and speak, but with a snap of Crowley’s fingers, her voice was gone.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I sliced her neck?” He dragged the knife slowly across her neck, not putting enough pressure to cut her, but that could easily be changed.

Lucifer wanted to get out of that cage that moment and turn that knife around, stabbing it into Crowley’s neck instead. Or, if he had his power, just simply snap his fingers and snap his neck. Anything would do at this moment. Seeing her standing there with a knife to her neck, terrified and crying, was not a sight Lucifer wanted to see.

But his pride gets in his way, and he refuses to let Crowley see how this bothers him.

“Do you realize who I am?” Lucifer seethes his teeth from behind the bars. “Nothing and no one can get to me. I’m the one who people run away to their mommies for. I’m the big, bad monster. A measly woman is not going to do shit for me.”

Crowley calls his bluff and presses the blade slightly deeper into Y/N’s neck, making blood start to flow out of the wound. He allows her voice to come back so Lucifer can hear her screams.

“Stop it!” Lucifer screams, not being able to take it any longer. His eyes start to glow red from the anger inside of him. “Stop fucking touching her!”

Crowley smirks, pulling the knife away from her as he allows her to drop to the floor.

“Bingo.” Crowley says. He’s about to say something else before his phone rings, earning a groan in response. “Sam and Dean. Always needing something.” And with a snap of his fingers, he’s gone.

“Y/N, come here.” Lucifer calls out from the cell.

“No, don’t come anywhere near me.” She’s scared, and holding her neck to keep pressure on the wound. It’s not very deep, but it’s enough to make blood drip down onto her shirt.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” Lucifer sighs. Y/N is hesitant, but crawls over to where he is. He looks at her neck, placing his fingers on it, earning a wince from her.

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” Her voice comes out shaky.

“I thought that was made clear.”

“You’re-“

“Lucifer?” He asks. “Yes.”

“But how can you… How?”

“There is a lot you don’t know, Y/N. This world, it’s not what you think.”

“Uh huh…” She wasn’t sure how to respond. This was a lot to take in. “And… soulmates?”

“Everyone has someone.” Is all he responded.

“And you’re my someone?”

“Seems so.”

“Okay.” She tried to pinch herself again.

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He has never felt compassion or anything or anyone in his life until this girl. He’s not sure how to act around her. All he knew was that he wanted to help her. She can’t handle this.

“Y/N, I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to grab that key that’s on the desk right there. Open that door and get out of here. There isn’t any demons standing guard. You can find your way out. When you get out, I need you to do something else for me. I have followers, people who well help you. Pray to Abraham, tell him that I sent you. Tell him to wipe your memory.”

“I don’t-“

“Just do it!” Lucifer yelled. He felt the overwhelming sense to protect her, to keep her safe. If she knew about any of this, remembered this, she’ll think she’d gone crazy. Any normal human would.

“O-okay.” She stuttered, fear rising inside of her from him yelling. She walked over to the table, grabbing the keys and opening the door.

“How are you going to escape?” She asked him, pity in her eyes. He was helping her and she didn’t want to leave him.

“I can handle myself. Leave, now.”

Y/N closes the door behind her. She runs through the hallways, barely able to see from the lack of lighting. Eventually she finds a door that leads to the outside, and she sighs in relief, happy to be out of there.

“Abraham?” She says oddly. A part of her feels like this was just some big joke someone was playing on her. She felt extremely ridiculous praying to an angel. “Lucifer sent me.”

She stood there for a few minutes before shaking her head, thinking that she was going insane. She was about to walk away, run and find a road before a man appeared in front of her.

“You prayed to me. Lucifer sent you?” The man, presumably Abraham, asks her.

“Yeah,” She could barely believe your eyes. This night was getting crazier by the moment. “He, uh, he wanted you to wipe my memory. Something about being his soulmate, saying he wanted to protect me.”

“You’re her?” His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed over to her side. “What exactly were his orders, miss?”

“He wanted you to wipe my memories of the night.”

“Where were you before this?”

“A bar. Thaxton’s.”

-

Y/N stands in front of her car, confused as to why she is just staring at the window and not opening her car door. She looks down, noticing her car keys are dropped on the ground. She frowns and picks them up.

The time on her phone said it was almost eleven at night, making Y/N’s eyes widen. ‘Had I really been in there that long? I’ve got a test tomorrow!’ She thought to herself, not knowing where the time went.

“I’ve had too much to drink.” She mumbles to herself.

And just like that, she gets into her car and drives away, not remembering a thing.

Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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Thicket's Magical Book Recommendations

Mastering Witchcraft by Paul Huson

This book is a classic. Mr. Huson goes over the basics of magical work, including steps on how to visualize and how magic works. He also instructs you on how to prepare your ritual tools and begin casting magic. The book also delves in to deeper stuff, such as summoning Vassago (a demon). If you are interested in traditional witchcraft, this book is for you.

Mystical Origins of the Tarot by Paul Huson

Another author (maybe Robin Artisson?) described this as the only book on tarot you will ever need. I agree. It is filled with history as well as unique interpretations of the cards. If you are a tarot reader, this book is a must to further your education and your reading skills.

The Complete Guide to Psychic Development by Cassandra Eason

This book is very New Age. It does have a lot of good stuff in it. She does generally expect that you have a library of crystals and a cabinet of candles as even her basic rituals call for a variety of specific stones and 13 pink candles. Glean what you can from this book and see where perhaps you can simplify some of her rituals. As the name implies, this book is all about psychic development.

Psychic Self-Defense by Dion Fortune

Awesome book. I’ve read it a few times. If you want a peek at how magic can really mess up your life, read this book. There are so many hidden gems here, it’s really worthwhile.

The Witch’s Familiar by Raven Grimassi

A really interesting book on how a witch may obtain and control their familiar spirit.

Grimoire of the Thorn-Blooded Witch by Raven Grimassi

This book details Grimassi’s personal tradition. If you want a solid tradition to follow, this book makes a very good read. It is also just a good book in general and it is very plant and nature based.

Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs by Scott Cunningham

I use this resource regularly, it is probably my most-used resource. Learn the magical properties of your everyday herbs at home. The index in the back is invaluable for figuring out which herbs to use for your spells.

Encyclopedia of Magical Stones by Scott Cunningham

The rock version of the herbal encyclopedia.

The Element Encyclopedia of Witchcraft by Judika Illes

This elemental encyclopedia is excellent to educate yourself more about witchcraft. Just to warn you, if you read many of her books, some of the content is copied over between them.

The Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells by Judika Illes

This book is massive. Not only does it really have 5000 spells, but it also has a formulary in the back with recipes on many oils, potions, and powders you can craft. It also has an excellent section on how to cast spells and how to use a wide variety of ritual tools.

Encyclopedia of Spirits by Judika Illes

So this book is seriously an awesome encyclopedia, especially for looking up spirits by name. It’s general entries – such as for “mermaid” or “ghost” are somewhat disappointing. The real value of this book is being able to look up arcane and archaic spirits by name. It has a lot of info on gods as well.

Pure Magic by Judika Illes

I wish someone had handed me this book when I first got started in witchcraft. If you are done with 101 posts on tumblr and ready for your next introductory step, buy a copy of this book. It is a “complete course in spellcasting.” This book delivers.

Spiritual Cleansing by Draja Mickaharic

This is an interesting book to read because it is not witchcraft; it is it’s own spiritual system. If you are looking for something new and want to expand your horizons, grab this book. You won’t be disappointed. As a handbook on spiritual cleansing, it’s techniques do not disappoint either.

Letters from the Devil’s Forest by Robin Artisson

This book is seriously so cool. If you are ready for your next intermediate step in to witchcraft, if theory interests you, if you want to read about a real witch’s experiences – pick up this book. It is not a spellbook nor a how-to guide. It’s just incredibly interesting.

The Horn of Evenwood by Robin Artisson

A great spellbook, especially for diabolists, those that want to travel to the underworld, and those that want to meet the devil himself. I would call this more of an intermediate spellbook, and while any beginner should educate themselves, it is perhaps best to wait until you have a little more experience before you tackle the rituals in this book.

A Dictionary of Angels by Gustav Davidson

This book is in my opinion especially important for Christian practitioners or any practitioner who works with angels and/or demons. It is an extremely thorough dictionary of angels and fallen angels.

Power Within The Land and Earth Light by R. J. Stewart

If you’re in to faeries, these two books are for you. They detail how to travel to Faery, how to interact with faeries, and how to transform yourself with faery magic.

The Living World of Faery by R. J. Stewart

A super interesting book. If you are in to faeries, get this book by R. J. Stewart instead of the other two – which are more similar to spellbooks. This book will educate you a lot about real faery lore.

The Devil’s Dozen by Gemma Gary

What can I say, I love Gemma Gary. The Devil’s Dozen is a fascinating book containing thirteen original rituals dedicated to the Witch’s Devil, Bucca. This book is more for diabolists and traditional witches, but if you find a copy of it, grab it. It will go well in any practitioner’s library. I would consider this book more for the intermediate practitioner, but people of all skill levels will benefit from reading it.

Traditional Witchcraft by Gemma Gary

This is “the” book on Cornish witchcraft. It is useful for anyone interested in traditional witchcraft and those seeking a more traditionally based path. This book does have some spells and rituals in it, but it’s main purpose is in describing Cornish ways.

The Black Toad by Gemma Gary

This book goes hand in hand with Traditional Witchcraft. It is a spellbook and so does not describe Cornish ways so much, but it does give you practical magical applications. This book is very traditional and not modified to make it more appetizing to modern crowds. I would readily recommend it in order to see how a very traditional witch practices.

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

If you are interested in Wicca, this is the book for you. It describes how to practice Wicca for – well – a solitary practitioner. I don’t have a lot to say about it, but it certainly ended up in my library for a reason.

Protection & Reversal Magick by Jason Miller

I am such a Jason Miller fangirl. He is a clear and concise writer. He doesn’t waste your time. This book was my first magical book and I still reference it regularly. I would highly advise any practitioner – especially a beginner – pick up this book. It will not steer you wrong and may save you a lot of trouble.

Financial Sorcery by Jason Miller

This is the only real financial spellbook I have seen of it’s type. Rather than throwing money spells at you, Miller explains how to use magic to create real and lasting wealth. He explains why many money spells never seem to get you ahead in life and helps you craft your own magic so you can actually get ahead.

The Sorcerer’s Secrets by Jason Miller

This book is about how to cast magic, how magic works, and how to be a badass sorcerer. If I could go back and re-work my path I would pick up this book right away. It has heavily influenced my beliefs and made me a better practitioner.

Seven Spheres by Rufus Opus

If you are interested in magic besides witchcraft, this book on hermeticism is excellent. It teaches you about the “seven spheres” and how to summon the planetary spirits and intelligences to aid your life. Having performed the rituals in this book, I can say that they are extremely powerful. If you are looking for magic to radically change your life, this is the book for you.

The Practical Psychic Self-Defense Handbook by Robert Bruce

This book is not witchcraft, it is more on the psychic spectrum of practice. It gets in to really intense defense mechanisms and I have succesfully used his techniques to keep me safe.

Correspondences by Sandra Kynes

This is a very neat reference book. It lists how correspondences are related to one another. It is difficult to explain, but it is a really neat book if you want to research how plants, animals, gods, stones, colors, numbers, etc., are interrelated.

Angel - Barry Allen imagine

Barry Allen x female reader

Word Count: 1967

Fluff for this Valentine day Tuesday

Summary: (Y/N) has received a love letter. The problem, she doesn’t know who sent it. The other problem, she is already in love with someone else


 

Within seconds you stole my attention
Skin so perfect, a golden complexion
More than beautiful girl, you’re a work of art
Oh, my, I cannot believe my eyes
Oh, my, pinch me, am I dreamin’, am I?
Oh, my, did you fall from the skies?

I can’t see your wings, but girl, you’re an angel
Oh, my, my angel
You’re so out of this world, you’re hiding your halo
Oh, oh, my angel
Oh, my, my angel
Won’t you be mine? My angel
I can’t see your wings, but girl, you’re an angel
Oh, my angel

Your heart melted once more when you read those words for what seemed the millionth time today.
“You are reading that thing again?” Caitlin asked
“Yeah” you sighed dreamfully “I can’t help it. Every time I use the phone I have, no, need to read it”
“It’s a shame you don’t know who sent it” she commented while sipping her coffee.
“I’m kind of bumped about it too. I mean, they could have written an initial or,  I don’t know, something at least!” You said exasperated.
Since the letter arrived on Valentines day, attached to a bouquet of flowers with no remitent, you had been thinking of who the person might be. However, no one seemed to fit in the description. And to be honest, you were a little bit scared to reveal the identity, since your heart already belonged to another person.

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Angel Eyes

Summary: An angel/demon AU featuring demon!Bucky and angel!Reader based on this request:

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Religious imagery, probably some blasphemy, language, unprotected (graphic) sex

Word Count: 2,915

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. I kinda got carried away with this one. I do hope it’s okay? (.gif has nothing to do with the story. I just like staring at it)


Originally posted by gothicclownqueen


What happens when an angel knocks up a demon? You get a devilishly handsome half-breed with angelic charm and passion like hellfire running through his veins—you get me. Maybe I’m not as impressive as Lucifer, I didn’t fall from grace, I didn’t cut off my wings to spite my father—I never had wings—but I am more impressive than other demons. I’m stronger, smarter…just overall, I’m better. My unique position comes with perks from Luci, but jeers from full-blood demons. They say I’m not pure, that I have a disgusting heavenly glow about me. They say I don’t belong in Hell.

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Sanji’s reaction to Nami and Pudding as brides


Okay, many people are a bit upset or disappointed with Sanji’s behavior in chapter 861, but I’d like to point out some differences regarding the way Sanji reacted today’s chapter and how he reacted after seeing Nami wearing a wedding dress in chapter 463.

In Thriller Bark, Sanji never made any pervert face or had any heart eyes. Sanji was treating Nami as someone pure, like he said “that pure white fits Nami-san, just like rice!” Sanji called Nami a goddess, a heavenly nymph and even considered the possibility of her being an angel - it’s like a divine motif:

You see Sanji acting like a dork (more like an adorable one). He isn’t lusting over her. It’s different from the way he acted when he saw Hancock, Shirahoshi, Pudding’s picture… with all those heart popping out of his skull, which makes him look like a cartoon character. The rest of the confront against Absalom, Sanji would have a serious expression towards Nami as he was there to protect Nami at all costs.

In short, Sanji was acting like he was before a deity. He said she was pure, he couldn’t soil her dress with his blood. That perhaps explains why Sanji couldn’t bring himself to have lustful thoughts over Nami during that event. This is different from the other time he called her a goddess in Zou.

Now, seeing Sanji with Pudding, we can see that he is nothing but a pervert, as evidenced by his face, with large nostrils, he is consumed by impure thoughts:

It’s no surprise, since Sanji wa always like that. But I’d rather have him acting seriously in a moment like this. In his defense, however, this is how Sanji was behaving before Pudding tried to seduce him:

Sanji was acting normal. Just making conversation and wasn’t fawning over her. 

Pudding was the one actually trying to seduce him, which explains Sanji having a hard time controlling himself:

The teary eyes, the blushed face and innocent expression… she is a snake. Sanji knows it, but he is struggling. As a man, I can understand that (Oda understands too), he is sexually attracted to her, the body wants something, the mind knows it’s wrong. Not all men are equal, but Sanji is one of those who have a really difficult time resisting to a beautiful women being really suggestive:

Sanji was trying to keep his composure (although already aroused), even tried to say that she didn’t have to kiss him, but Pudding makes that face (innocent horny), making allusion to the “big event” that awaits newlyweds after the ceremony (”Kiss me on the mouth, silly. We’re going to be husband and wife, aren’t we?”). She was teasing him with sex, atlhough very subtle.

So, Sanji didn’t want this, he wasn’t having any admiration for bride Pudding before she started to throw herself on him with all those faces and cuteness. Now apparently, he is consumed by impure thoughts… women was always his weakness. However, I don’t think that Sanji lost the sight of the plan (like when he was struggling with Kalifa), if anything, that will make him being more convincing and unsuspected.

In other hand, Nami didn’t have to do anything to make Sanji feel like he was seeing something divine. That’s the difference.

We could say that bride Pudding is bringing the worst of Sanji (mundane sins), while bride Nami was bringing his best behavior towards women (divine contemplation).

Stuck in the Middle (with You)/Awesome Crowley

[For a meta about Reservoir Dogs and Tarantino’s use of gay subtext, click here.]

I don’t want to be the person who ruins everyone’s fun, so I’m saving my one big criticism of this episode for last. This meta is completely positive, even saccharine, until the very last paragraph. Also, I’m borrowing one of my favourite AO3 tags as a title because, let’s face it, Crowley was the real hero of this episode and where the action was, and that’s perfectly okay and long overdue. Crowley’s been around for years now, and he’s gone through huge bouts of character development, and yet we still know next to nothing about him and he’s often treated like an afterthought, both by our heroes and by the writers. This episode finally (finally!) corrected that, because no matter how intriguing and plain beautiful everyone was, Crowley was magnificent - as I fully expected him to be.

After all, they’re good - but he’s Crowley.


Like anyone with eyes, I loved everything about this episode, and especially how it was filmed. I have to say - this is the first episode in a long time that actually had me in tenterhooks about a possible character death, because you never know, right? Theoretically, Crowley could die, and so could Cas. Theoretically. And also the music, did I mention the music? I think that scene of Cas crawling away from Ramiel and the shot of Ramiel stabbing him - that’s just become my favourite Supernatural scene ever, bar none. It was so powerful and dramatic and visually magnificent and that damn music - wow

I adored that symbolism, because Cas’ been a Christ figure for a while now, and seeing him like that, on his back, defeated and stabbed by a lance - you can’t get more Golgotha than that. Beautiful stuff.

I also loved that this episode was, in a way - off-centre. Sam and Dean were there, of course, but the story was not focused around them. The real protagonist was the supernatural world itself - Cas, Crowley, Ramiel; even Lucifer, to me, was more present than he’s been in a while, what with this vague threat of his child hanging over the world, and him taunting Crowley and flashing his red eyes at this most undemonic demon in the very last scene. The truth is, I love everything about Sam and Dean, and that includes the incredibly talented actors who play them, but I feel the show could benefit greatly from approaching their story from a different perspective every once in a while. I’d love to know more about their childhood, for instance, or about this world of monsters and hunters around them; and a completely Outsider POV episode is, at this point, something I’d probably sell half my soul for.

Anyway - lately, this show reads like very good fanfiction, and considering how engaged, loving and talented this fandom is, this is high praise. I particularly appreciate the fact they’re going back to important plot points and filling them in with completely new details - after all, we’ve been wondering for years what’s up with demonic eyes, or how Crowley became king in the first place (or, at least, I know I did). This new class of demons appearing out of nowhere - creatures powerful enough to wield an archangel’s weapon - that’s incredible stuff. I’m guessing we’ll see more about them, and I can’t freaking wait.

So, yes - Ramiel was spot-on. Jerry Trimble managed just the right mixture of underwhelmingly normal and terrifyingly amoral - so much so I’m sort of sad we didn’t get to see more of this character, even if everything about him, including his death, was handled just right - there was no room for anything more.

My one slight criticism there would be the fizzling nature of Cas’ abilities. For instance, didn’t we establish that Cas can smell lies? So why couldn’t he guess Mary was hiding something? And what about demons’ true forms? I always assumed Cas could see that (was it ever stated in canon? it must have been), and I was therefore almost disappointed that Cas couldn’t recognize Ramiel for what he was. Maybe it can be explained away by him slowly becoming closer and closer to a human being - I don’t know. In any case, I’m truly appreciating how obsessed everyone seems to be with him lately. After years of taking angels for granted, we’ve got two characters in short succession fangirling over angels (in a creepy, murderous and definitely non-con way, but still) - and, yeah, I know that basically everyone spent the entirety of Supernatural pointing out how different and unique Cas is, and I’m grateful for that, but it’s also nice to get a reminder that angels are awesome (in the other sense of the word) in and of themselves.

(I’m still loving Mr Ketch, by the way. Aaaaaw.)

Let’s now come to our unsung hero: Mr Crowley.

Crowley was magnificent in all this. And we’ve now learned he never seriously planned to become King of Hell - my headcanon, which I’m considering confirmed, is that Crowley simply wants control. He’s been tortured for a century or more as some demon tore his human soul out of him, and he’s never putting himself in that position again, which is very sensible of him, and also very Scarlett O’Hara.

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Under Your Spell

[Part 1: “Bewitched”]

content: “It’s not easy to live with a witch.”

word count: 5,881

author’s note: After participating in @destieldrabblesdaily‘s fanfiction contest last year, a lot of people asked me to continue this series and I’m honestly happy to oblige <33 And since I recently gained 2,000 followers I thought this would be a good way to celebrate!!

[AO3]



It’s not easy to live with a witch.

At least some people told Dean beforehand that it would be crazy to move in with his uniquely magical boyfriend who tends to turn things that usually are very much quiet and motionless into something alive and chatty.

That he’d lose the last bit of privacy and sanity along the way and probably end up in a special ward at the hospital, talking to himself.

And yeah, sure, their concerns weren’t exactly unfounded, Dean’s able to admit that. It may seem strange from an outsider’s point of view to actually crave to live in a place that’s more or less the pure definition of madness and Dean’s honestly still not really used to the coffeemaker talking his ear off first thing in the morning or the candlesticks performing their weird and somewhat disturbing dance everytime they hear even the faint sound of a pop song.

It’s insane. It’s wild. Sometimes it’s even freaking terrifying.

But Dean doesn’t want it any other way.

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nachtkniver  asked:

Hiiii, can you do a headcanon with the rfa and mc on their wedding night? Thank you!

Heya! Hope you like it! ^^

RFA on wedding night

Zen

  • He’s an actor, he knows how to stay calm before a big debut
  • But no musical he ever started made him feel that nervous. He feels like sweating, but he can’t sweat or it will ruin his make-up.
  • He noticed Seven and Jumin whispering about something looking concerned, what were those two up to?
  • They managed to distract him, but Yoosung entered the room. “Seven, did you already delete the photo of MC? Oh, Zen! I didn’t know you would be here…” “Usually, the broom room is reserved for the broom, Yoosung.” Jumin explained calmly, but it was very perceptive that he wasn’t pleased.
  • “What are you talking about? What photo of MC?” Zen got back to his nervous state. “I don’t think is worthy trying to hide from him anymore, some paparazzi took a photo of MC in her bride dress.” “But don’t worry, I’m already on it, Zen, there’s nothing to worry ab…”
  • “What’s wrong with these people? Seriously, they have absolutely no respect or consideration for such a sacred moment! MC doesn’t deserve this!” Zen ignored Seven and kept on yelling about boundaries and the difference between public and private, then he stopped when he heard a sweet voice coming from outside the room, through the door.
  • “Zen? Are you ok, honey?” it was you. Oh god! He was yelling that loud that you heard from your room? “I-I’m okay, babe. Do-don’t worry…” “Zen, you’re a great actor, but you know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”
  • He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m just pissed at the press! They can’t do that to you! If they can’t respect me, they should at least respect the woman of my life!” “Zen, it’s fine…” “No, it’s not fine, MC! Will it be like this forever? Every step we take is going to be followed around by these vultures? I… what if I can handle this?”
  • “Zen… I’m coming in!” “No, no, you can’t! It’s bad luck, babe!” “Bad luck would be you not seeing what everybody already saw, it’s okay… our love is stronger than any silly superstition…”
  • You came in and took Zen’s breath away, did he die and went to heaven? You looked like an angel… “Babe… you… you are…” you giggled and cupped his face with your hand. “You don’t have to handle anything by yourself from now on, Hyun. I’ll be here for you, no matter what, okay? Let them talk, everything will be ok as long as we’re together.”
  • All his anger from before was fading away, he was still amazed about your power of making everything that was wrong just… disappear. “So, I have a surprise for you” you told him “There’s something nobody saw it yet, you’ll be the first one…”
  •  “Oh, let’s… let’s give them some privacy, guys…” Seven said blushing and moving Jumin and Yoosung out of the room, you rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing naughty! I just… wanted to show you my vows…” “Oh, babe, you don’t have to!” “No, just read it! I… memorized this, so maybe it’ll feel different when you actually hear me there?”
  • It actually felt different when you were in the aisle, professing your love for him, the words were the same, but seeing you say it, your eyes tearing up, was a whole new experience. And in that moment, among all those flashes from all those cameras and all those people, all he could see was you, and it would be like that from now on.


Yoosung

  • He was unrecognizable, everybody was expecting a sweaty stuttering mess, he was just sitting there, quiet… staring at the wall.
  • “There’s something really wrong, dude!” Seven stated. “What are you talking about? He looks great!” Zen shrugged.
  • “Hey, Yoosung? Do you want anything? Some water, breathmints, a roofie?” Yoosung didn’t answer to Seven’s teasing… Yeah, this was bad.
  • “Yoosung? Are you okay, dude?” Zen asked, now noticing what Seven was talking about. Zen and Seven looked at each other, they had no idea what to do.
  • Seven went looking for you, he knocked at the door, Jaehee answered. “Hey… huh, try to be discreet, but… Yoosung is being really weird right now…” “If he’s panicking, just talk to him, he’ll be fine.” “No, that’s the problem, he’s… not panicking, he’s just… there.” “What do you mean?” Jaehee went out of the bedroom.
  • “Seven? Is that you? Is something wrong, Jaehee?” you were standing next to the door, oh god… “Talk! Is something wrong with Yoosung?”
  • “We’re… not sure… “ “So… what is it? Did he run away?” “WHAT? NO! I mean… Zen could stop him if he tried, right?” Oh my god…
  • “I should go and check him.” “MC, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Jaehee warned you. “Seven, is he not saying anything? Looking like he’s spacing out?” “Yeah…” “See? I know my future husband and I know how to deal with him.”
  • You went to his room, it was worse than you thought, he looked like he had been playing LOLOL for 36 hours non-stop, but he didn’t play LOLOL for a while now.
  • “Yoosung? Are you okay, honey?” you came close to him carefully. “Tell me if there’s something wrong, and if I can help  you.”
  • He finally looked at you! You looked like a fairy! He could not believe it was real, you were real1 And you were going to get married to someone like him? “That’s exactly what’s wrong, MC.”
  • “What?” “Us…” “Yoosung…” “No, I’m serious! Look at you, coming to comfort me because I keep getting pathetic in front of you… what if I’ll never be able to comfort you? To help you? To protect you? It will feel like you’re my older sister, exactly like it was with…”
  •  You hold his hand sweetly. “Yoosung, do you love me?” “Of course, MC!” “You love me as much as you did that time when you got into Mint Eye?” “I love you even more, MC!”
  • “Well, didn’t you do everything to protect me back then? You’ve been acting like my guardian angel way before we decided to get married, Yoosung. It’s not a pair of rings or… saying vows and signing a document, it’s about us being able to rely on each other. And I rely on you so much, I look at your eye like this and I remember why I can rely on you that much, my Yoosung…”
  • Both of you were tearing a little. “I’m gonna be… the happiest man on Earth, right?” “It depends only on you.”
  • And when he saw you coming towards him in the aisle. He knew: yep, he was definitely the happiest man on Earth.


Jaehee

  • Both of you were anxious, she was better at hiding it.
  • You had breakfast together in complete silence, it felt like you two had to keep your feelings to yourselves right now and let everything out later in that aisle.
  •  You decided to come separated to the hotel where the wedding was going to happen. That way, you would actually miss each other.
  • You came first, Yoosung and Zen were already waiting for you to help you with whatever you needed. Jaehee would be here anytime soon.
  • But time was ticking, and you didn’t hear from hear. You asked the hotel staff, she haven’t arrived yet.
  • You called her. “Jaehee, is everything okay, honey?” “MC, I’m sorry, I’m stuck on traffic, there was an accident and…”
  • “AN ACCIDENT? OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY? OH, I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE COME TOGETHER! WHAT WAS I THINKING? ARE YOU HURT? WHICH HOSPITAL  ARE YOU AT?”
  • “MC, calm down! You didn’t let me finish! There was an accident on the road and now it’s intermitted, I might stay stuck here for a while…” you sighed in relief, but you quickly tensed up when you actually understood the trouble you were in.
  • “What do we do now, Jaehee? Oh, this is all my fault!” “MC, it’s not your fault, stop panicking, please! You’re making me nervous too.” “I’m sorry, love, I’m so so sorry, I… can’t help myself! I… I’m so afraid everything will go wrong! I can’t live with myself if something goes wrong between us, Jaehee, I can’t!”
  • “MC… I’m scared too, but it’s that good fear, you know what I mean? Like that one we felt when we opened the café, it’s not really a fear, it’s just…”
  •  “Anticipation” you completed her sentence and you both giggled. “It’s just… I treated you so coldly this morning, Jaehee, I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, I did the same thing, we’re just trying to make the best out of it, but the best is when we act like we normally do, right? Maybe that’s our first lesson for when we get married…”
  • “Yes… I wonder when that will be…” “Be patient, I’ll be there as soon as you realize, MC!”
  •  And then something clicked in your mind. “Zen, can you do me a favor?”
  • Riding a bike on a dress was the most uncomfortable and craziest thing she’s ever done, but she was in a hurry as much as you were. She couldn’t wait anymore being away from you on such an important day…
  • When she got there, she barely had time to get her helmet off, you were all over her, hugging her tightly and kissing her face. “I’m so happy to see you, there’s so much I want to say to you now, Jaehee, I…” she put a finger on your lips. “I’m here, I’m safe, you look wonderful, and I wish to hear what you have to say when you read your vows to me. Everything will be fine, my love.”
  • And both of you said everything that was stuck on your throats since that awkward morning. Fortunately, mornings like that one would be soon replaced by the sweetest and romantic ones.

Jumin

  • Was he nervous? Nobody could tell. But he’d been checking his tie and adjusting his cufflinks  each 10 seconds
  • Seven and Yoosung were talking a lot, Jumin couldn’t hear them, he was only thinking of you. How perfect you would look coming down the aisle, how amazing it would be your first dance as a married couple, how sweet would be the first moment you two would be alone… calm down, Jumin, you’re getting ahead of yourself! Maybe you shold check your tie again.
  • His father entered the room, Seven and Yoosung immediately excused themselves, truth be told, Mr. Chairman could be as intimidating as his son sometimes.
  • “I should tell you how proud I am of you, son. Seeing you so happy about sharing your life with a significant other is something I only hoped for you, and it actually happened. And she is a wonderful lady…”
  • “She’s really marvelous.” “Yes, I regret I ever doubted her intentions. If I knew better, I wouldn’t have convinced her to sign a pre-nup…” “You did what?”
  • “Well, I was worried about after that Sarah and Glam situation, and I thought she might be another gold digger, so I talked to her and she agreed on signing it. I should have known that moment when she didn’t even hesitate, she really loves you.”
  • “Yes, shocking, isn’t it? My own father didn’t think I could actually make someone fall in love with me for who I am, unbelievable…” “Son, it’s nothing like this…”
  • “Seriously, you really think talking to her behind my back because you were doubting her was a good idea? And why would she even agree to this? I…” “Son, calm down…”
  • “Yes, I will as soon as I talk to her. Excuse me, father.” Jumin entered in your room without previous warning, you tried to cover the dress, scared. “Ju-Jumin? What are you doing here?”
  • “Don’t need to cover yourself, love. I already saw the dress, remember? We were together when the designer sketched. Although seeing you like this is a heavenly vision, indeed…” you felt his eyes a little distant.
  • “Jumin, are you okay?” “Why didn’t you tell me you signed a pre-nup?” “Oh, this is… I thought your father wouldn’t say a thing, I just… was trying to make a good impression for him…”
  • “You don’t have to worry about what my father thinks, MC. You’re getting married with me! I’ll be the one to protect you, and I need you to have financial stability if something ever happens to me…” “Jumin, don’t even say a thing like that…”
  • “I’m sorry, but we have to be realistic here. If something ever happens to me, I can’t leave you without nothing, MC. This is much more serious and important than causing an impression on my father.” “I… I’m sorry, Jumin, I didn’t want to make you get mad or…”
  •  “I would never get mad at you.” He rushed to hold your hands. “I think it’s adorable you want to please my father, but from now on, we should make a commitment of discussing matters like that.” He felt himself calming down just by holding your warm soft hands. “Yes, I promise, Jumin…”
  • And you really did, as you repeated that in your vows. He didn’t regret seeing you before the marriage, it didn’t really make a difference in the end, since looking at you like that felt like he was seeing you for the very first time.

Saeyoung

  • Nobody could bare him! He was getting snappy and rude to everybody, including his brother.
  • Saeran excused himself before he could punch him. Imagine a black eye on a day like this, MC would kill them both.
  • But he had to do something, and he knew you were the only one who could actually make Saeyoung go back to his normal stupid self.
  • “He’s being an ass, MC!” “Oh, I’m sure he’s just nervous, Saeran, give him time.” “Well, how much time do you have before getting on the aisle?” he had a point…
  • “Okay, I’ll talk to him…” you sighed and went to him, you knocked at the door. “Saeyoung? What’s going on?”
  •  “I can’t believe he called you! I told him I was fine! Ugh… just… go get ready, MC!” “Don’t tell me what to do like this, Saeyoung, I already said I don’t like it!”
  • “Well, I’m sorry if I’m actually worried about the wedding schedule, but if you want to waste time, be my guest!” oh no he didn’t!
  • You stormed out inside of his room. He looked at you surprised, you looked like you just stepped out of a fairy-tale… a very angry princess was coming towards him, oh crap!
  • “Listen, you prick! You can’t treat me or anybody who cares about you like this just because you’re nervous, you heard me? You think I’m not nervous too? That I’m not anxious about sharing my whole life with you? I’m freaking terrified, Saeyoung! But I swallowed my fears, put a smile on my face and just started thinking about how amazing it will be being with the person I most love in the whole universe. So I suggest you do the same and stop being an asshole! Was I clear?”
  • His eyes were widened, you sounded so… sexy! And you were absolutely right!  “Was I clear, Saeyoung?” “Crystal clear…”
  • “Good… so apologize to your brother and, fix your tie!” he fixed it so fast you felt like giggling, but you had to keep it serious “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Saeyoung?” “You look stunning!” “Yeah, thanks… “ you blushed and he grinned.
  •  “I’m really sorry, MC. I still have a long way to go about controlling my anxiety, but I know you will always be there to sensually scold me like you did jus now…” “ I wasn’t trying to be sensual, but ok…” “No,I… promise I’ll be the best for you, MC! I’ll never let a wet towel on the bed and I’ll always put down the toilet seat and… I’ll do my best to only show you my best side, because you deserve the best, after all…” “Thanks for saying that, but I hope these aren’t your vows, I don’t really want to hear about toilet seats in front of the priest, Saeyoung…” you two laughed.
  • And his vows actually weren’t nothing like that, it was so sweet and honest that you cried. He promised himself if he would ever make you cry again, it could only be tears of joy like this.


You can see Saeran and V here~