those are supposed to be laptops

From now on I want to narrate every Sherlock interview as if I'm Lemony Snicket

“If we pull this off, it’ll be television history!” Amanda said, gleefully. Amanda should not have said this, and she certainly should not have said it gleefully. What Amanda should’ve said instead is “This season includes a very talented actress who will surely impress you all.” However poor Amanda did not say this. And several months later she certainly regretted her mistake.


Sue’s eyes widened in shock. They did not widen in shock because Amanda had spoiled the plot of the show, or because Amanda had just hinted at what may happen in the upcoming season, but rather because Amanda had just told a massive, whopping, great big lie. And Sue was shocked.


“Love conquers all,” Benedict smiled sappily. Benedict did not, of course, mean “Sherlock’s romantic love of another person and their love of him conquers all their problems this season,” but rather, “In my opinion Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have been in love for over a century and I believe it is only right that they should be allowed to love each other and that I should kiss Martin.”


Steven hid his head in his hands. Steven did this because he thought Benedict was being cheesy and romantic, however it seemed to the audience like he did this because Ben had just give away a major point of the plot. Steven should be more careful about how his body language portrays his feelings.


Mark looked like he wanted to kill Benedict. This was not unusual, however. Mark always looked like he wanted to kill Benedict. And Steven. And everyone, in fact. Mark liked to think about murder.


“This is the best season yet,” Steven said. He was lying. I know he was lying because in reality it was filled with plot holes and glowing pictures and boys who eat out of dog bowls. But I’m not a rude person, so I left Steven to his ignorance.


“Who you really are, it doesn’t matter,” Mark typed. Mark should not have typed this. In fact, I wanted to hit Mark with a big stick and tell him ‘who you are REALLY matters’ but Mark would not have listened. Mark thinks he is smarter than me. He is clearly not. But who he is still matters.


“I’ll die if Johnlock doesn’t happen,” a TJLCer sobbed as she typed on her laptop. “RIP,” Mark replied. He did not do this to be funny. He did this because he can be a massive twat sometimes. This was one of those times. 


 "I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m just in it!” Martin squeaked. He was not trying to hide a secret, as many believed. Martin was just genuinely baffled by the new season. And by baffled I mean ‘had no idea what the plot was, what the point was, what his character was suppose to be doing and why he didn’t get to kiss Benedict.’

Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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Polar Opposites (Part 1) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s POV and Zach’s POV (Stated before a section)

A/N: Here’s my second request done! This was fun to write especially because the girl in the write-up is extremely similar to who I was in high school. Haha. And it’s the first time I’ve posted an imagine with different POVs. Please do tell me how this all works out or if you guys want me to stick to first person. Enjoy everyone!

Request:  Hey I was wondering if you can do an imagine where Zach falls for a girl after they talk about their favorite things and about what they want to be after high school. Like he’s passionate about being a marine biologist and he loves the sparkle in the girl’s eyes when she talks about her favorite books and how she says she wants to become an author or something along those lines. Maybe she even lets him read some of her writing?



He was the captain of the school’s basketball team, I was the student body president. He was often involved in after-school detention, I was always involved with extracurricular school activities. He was the class clown, I was the class nerd. He had girls running after him, I had boys running away from me. He was 6foot3, I was 5foot7.

I could probably go on with this list but I’m assuming you already catch my drift. We were polar opposites, which was why when our Media teacher chose us as partners for our upcoming media project, I couldn’t help but complain to him after class. Of course he stood by his decision and I was stuck with Zach Dempsey for a week.


Monday after school

“So, what is the project all about again?” Zach asks me while spinning on his desk chair like a 5 year old.

“Can you stop doing that please, my head’s starting to spin now.” I say as I rub my forehead with my eyes shut. A soft sorry escapes his lips as he stopped.

“Mr. Andrews said I have to do a profile about you, and you have to do the same for me. We can use any media we like as long as we’re creative with it. I’m planning on doing a powerpoint.” I reply as I go through my notebook.

“I guess I’ll just do a documentary, it’s the easiest thing to do and I’m pretty good at video editing.” he says as he looks up at the ceiling.

“Alright, fine, let’s get started then.” I suggest and we both get to work. I take a blank piece of paper from my binder and start interviewing him.

“So Zachary Dempsey, would you care to tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes?” I ask him while clicking my pen.

“Interests: basketball, hobbies: basketball, likes: basketball, dislikes: the color orange, although funnily enough that’s the color of the ball.” he answers and I roll my eyes at him.

“Zach, I already know that you like basketball. I need other information.” I reply.

“Oh, so you want to get to know me better, eh?” he retors with a smirk growing on his face.

“Not known for his modesty.” I mumble to myself as I write it down my blank piece of paper.

“You need to chill Y/N, I was just kidding.” he says as he leans back on his chair and laughs. I exhale deeply and proceed with asking the questions for his profile.

“For the second time, please tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes.” I say.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

la douleur exquise (8)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9


I wasn’t myself. After that day on the rooftop with Sehun, my behaviour towards everything and everybody had changed. At the beginning I brushed it off, but the longer I ignored it, the bigger the gnawing feeling on my insides got until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. 

Jay and Baekhyun had both noticed my change in demeanor and there was nothing I could do. Each day felt as if it was a struggle and it’s all my fault. 

The second I accepted this job I had told myself that I would remain professional and just do what was expected of me and go home. That was my plan, which now was slowly falling to pieces. I let Sehun get to me again and this was the result. 

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Eight)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?


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Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Riverdale gif by @jugheadgifs

A/N: The song used in this fic is called “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine if anyone’s curious/wants to listen to it while reading this! Enjoy!


“So what do you guys want to do next? Facials, manicures, some gossiping about Reggie Mantle’s latest fling?”

“Kevin, no.” Betty groaned. “The last thing I want to hear about is Reggie’s sex life.”

You laughed and turned back to Betty’s little trinkets, checking them out. Girls night was being hosted at Betty’s house and you were having a great time so far. You, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were listening to music and just chatting mindlessly about things like school and the dance.

“Oh, I love this song!” Veronica exclaimed.

Before you could ask what song it was, it flooded through the speakers.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You froze. It was your and Kevin’s song. The song that was playing when the both of you got together. Your first kiss. Your first dance.

Your mind felt burned out. You were sick of all this research. Why couldn’t you and your brothers and Kevin go on a vacation? One vacation. That’s all you were asking for. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Kevin was on the opposite side of you, trying to translate the tablet. Some upbeat pop music was playing quietly from the radio. All of a sudden, a slow song came on the radio.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You paid no attention to it. Kevin however, looked up at you for a second, then to the radio, then back down to the tablet again. Should he or shouldn’t he? After toying with it for thirty seconds, he took a deep breath and got up and walked to your side.

Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

You looked up from your book at him and Kevin held out his palm. You looked at it for a second before a hint of a smile came on your face and you placed your hand on his. Kevin smirked as you got up.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?

He placed one hand on your hip and kept his other in yours. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you started to sway, slowly at first. Then the slow song picked up the beat just a bit and Kevin spun you around and smiled.

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue

You giggled as you spun and came back into contact with Kevin. The two of you continued to dance, every once in a while smiling or chuckling at your movements. By the song’s upcoming conclusion, the beat had considerably slowed down and the both of you swayed very slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes.

American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

The song hit the final note and you and Kevin both leaned into each other at the same time, kissing each other softly. You finally broke the kiss and you looked at each other, trying to figure out the other’s reaction. Then at the same time, the two of you broke out into smiles and softly chuckled. You wrapped your arms around Kevin’s neck while Kevin snaked his arms around your waist. You rested your head on Kevin’s shoulder while Kevin rested his head on the side of your head. You both closed your eyes and continued to sway gently to the music that wasn’t even slow now. You were lost in your own world, not wanting this moment to end.

“Y/N?” Betty asked from behind you. “Are you okay?”

You gripped the table so hard your knuckles turned white.

All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys

“Um, can you guys turn that off please?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady and your tears at bay.

Kevin quickly turned the song off and the three of them looked at you. Veronica slowly walked over to you.

“Y/N…” Veronica said, gently putting a hand on your arm. “Are you alright?”

You flinched at the touch and turned around to face the three other teens.

“I gotta go,” you said, quickly wiping a fallen tear away, hoping the teens wouldn’t notice.

They did.

“Um, thank you for having me over, Betty. Bye.” You quickly said before all but running out of the house.

You didn’t notice the photo that fell out of your jacket pocket.

“Wait, Y/N!” Betty called, but you were already downstairs.

The teens heard the front door close and Veronica and Kevin ran to the window, peeking out of it. You ran until you got to the end of the driveway, stopping. You ran a hand through your H/C locks, breathing heavily.

“Who gets PTSD from a song?” Kevin asked.

Veronica glared at him.

“What?” he asked innocently.

They turned back to you. You shoved your hands in your plaid jacket pockets and walked off down the street, beginning your journey to Pop’s.

“Hey guys?” Betty asked.

Kevin and Veronica turned to the blonde who picked up the fallen photograph.

“You need to see this.”

All you wanted was a milkshake to go. You would walk home and then lock yourself up in your room until Monday morning. You could try to convince Sam and Dean that you were sick on Monday to prevent going to school for one more day, but you knew they wouldn’t believe you. As you walked into Pop’s with those things on your mind, they instantly faded away once you saw Jughead sitting in his usual booth typing away on his computer. Seemingly feeling your gaze, Jughead looked up at you and smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back as you made your way over to the raven-haired teen, sitting across from him.

“Hey there, Ms. Winchester.” he said.

“Mr. Jones.” you said back as you stole a couple of Jughead’s fries.

“What brings you to this fine establishment at these hours?” he asked as he looked down at his laptop again. “Weren’t you supposed to have a girls night with Veronica or something?”

You froze, forcing the fries down your throat as you swallowed them.

“I was, but stuff came up. So I left.” you mumbled.

Jughead looked up at you at your change of tone and closed his laptop, giving you his full attention.

“Something happen?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“Not really. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s kinda stupid.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Not particularly.” you said weakly.

Jughead nodded again.

“Fair enough,” he said as he sat back in his seat. “I know how it feels when someone pressures you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about. So I’ll back off.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Jughead. I appreciate it.”

Jughead smirked at you again.

“However… For the dance…” he began. “I do need to know where you live. I’d like to pick you up.”

The smile fell off your face.

“D-Do you?” you asked. “I mean… don’t people just meet each other there?”

Jughead chuckled.

“Not if they have dates they don’t.”

The smile came back to your face.

“So this’ll be a date, huh?” you joked.

Jughead blushed and looked down.

“If you want it to be.” he said shyly.

You beamed.

“Of course, Juggie,” you said.

He looked up at you again with that soft smile you loved so much. You took a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll tell you where I live then,” you began. “I’m staying at the—”

“Incoming.” Jughead interrupted, looking at something behind you.

You frowned.

“What?” you asked as you turned around.

Your eyes widened as you saw Veronica walking towards you, something in her hand.


“Y/N,” she began, eyes darting between you and Jughead nervously. “Um, here. It fell out of your pocket when you left Betty’s.”

She handed you the object and Jughead craned his neck to see what it was. You felt your breath leave your body as you realized what it was. It was the photo of Lily from when she was three months old.

“Great,” you croaked. “Thanks.”

You wanted to put the photo away as quickly as you could but you found yourself unable to stop staring at your daughter and her little smile. It had been four months since you had gotten that picture. You wondered how big she was now. What she could be doing. Could she sit up yet? Roll over? Crawl?

“What’s her name?” Veronica asked tentatively.

You looked up at her, ready to deny knowing anything about the baby in the picture but stopped once you saw her face. Veronica Lodge wasn’t dumb. She had put together all the pieces. She knew who Lily was.

“That’s none of your business.” you snapped as you got up, shoving the photo into your pocket.


“I said, it’s none of your business, Veronica!” you yelled as you exited your booth.

The diner quieted down and everyone looked at you. You turned around, ready to leave when you felt someone gently grab your arm. You stopped, looking back. Jughead looked up at you worriedly, his hand gently enclosed around your arm. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Y/N…” he said softly.

You couldn’t take it. He had figured it out too. Lily may have had Kevin’s smile and hair color, but she looked exactly like you otherwise.

You quickly pulled your arm from Jughead’s grip, running out of Pop’s as fast as you could. Even with your lungs burning and your legs feeling like they would give out at any second, you continued to run, your chest heaving. After running for God knows how long, you came to a stop, falling to your knees. All the emotions that you had kept bottled up for the last few months hit you at full speed and you finally allowed yourself to cry. As you cried, you weren’t sure if you could stop. Or even if you wanted to.


A/N: Y’all know how I love my angst. :) Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Oh, and for anyone confused with dates, the reader was gone for eleven months in total (seven for the remainder of her pregnancy and four in order to get back in shape), and she’s been back for three. That makes Lily seven months old. Hope this clears up any confusion!


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Goldilocks || 06

Happy kind of early 700 followers! How?! I only reached 600 last week. You guys spoil me. As thanks, here’s 6.4k of “pure,” unadulterated Goldilocks.

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, hand job, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Wait, random arguments about ass? Or just like, getting mad about nothing? Because one of those is definitely better than the other.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. Special thanks to @echo-writes


Taehyung’s room, too hot.

Jimin’s room, too cold.

You flop onto the empty sofa. Just right.

While you love Taehyung and his bed, there is a strong possibility that you would give your nonexistent left testicle to kick out Jungkook and sleep here again. Couch is love. Couch is life. You contemplate taking a nap while you have the house to yourself, but then you smell it, something that is awfully, unmistakably him.

You roll sideways, onto the floor, almost hitting the coffee table.

He’s contaminated it.

Jungkook has gone and rubbed his stupid smell all over your precious couch-bed. Not that you… know what he smells like. You cringe. Spending a third night in Taehyung’s bed might not be so bad after all. If you just down another dose of god knows how old NyQuil like the past two days, at least you’ll be spared the horror of another wet dream.

Besides, you’d probably have to fight Jungkook for the couch anyway. Then again, maybe you could shove the golden haired muscle pig into Jimin’s room. That would take care of two problems.

The sound of jingling keys pulls your attention to the entryway. It’s too early for Jimin to be home from work and Jungkook can’t get in without someone unlocking the door for him (maybe there’s still a chance you could “accidentally” leave him outside at some point). So the logical conclusion is, Taehyung is home from school early.

You’re pretty sure he had an exam today, but because your friend is surprisingly one of those people who can get a solid 95% without reading the textbook, studying, or even attending lectures in some cases, he probably finished in less than twenty minutes. Classic Tae. Technically, you’re not supposed to be home either, but your first class was canceled despite having spent all weekend slaving away, shut inside the bathroom on Jimin’s laptop to finish writing your essay.

The bathroom? Yes. Don’t judge yourself. What were you going to do? Continue suffering in Jimin’s room? Move to Taehyung’s and get distracted by the mess that would even put a garbage dump to shame? Or worst of all, confront Jinglekook in the living room or kitchen?

So there you found yourself, in the bathroom hunkered under a layer of blankets in the bathtub and on a throne of pillows, telling all three guys to “fuck off- go piss on a tree” whenever they came knocking. The only time you let them in was the rare occasion you had to leave for important things like food or when you left for a four hour shift at work on Sunday.

You were being difficult, yes.

But if a certain someone hadn’t taken your beloved couch, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

Suddenly, the door swings open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back to hit a very excited looking Taehyung in the shoulder. Leave it to him to make an entrance.

“I’m home early~ before everyone else~” he playfully sings to himself. You contemplate telling him you’re here, but then, “Gonna go watch porn~ with the volume on~”

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It Never Seems To Be Enough

Summary: Dan gets hate comments and gets bullied by his subscribers on the internet for not posting the video he said he would, and when he breaks down from it, Phil is there to help him back up. 

Or, the fic that’s not actually a fic because it really happened, because half the people in the phandom are assholes who have no regard for Dan’s feelings because they all think it’s about them. 

A/N: I’m not bitter :) This behavior is not okay. Dan does not deserve to be treated the way he was today. No one likes a bully. Unless you have something nice to say to him, than don’t say it at all. 

Warnings: None, unless assholes trigger you. Which, by the way, the tweets featured in this fic are actual tweets I saw in Dan’s replies on his video post.

Word Count: 2,026

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Dan made a mistake by telling thousands of people on YouNow about his next video. Truthfully, he had planned on the next danisnotonfire video being one that meant something to him, but when he tried to film it, things just weren’t working out.

He had been stressed for weeks, constantly worrying about the content he was going to put out on his personal channel, but each time he thought of making a video to post publicly, he felt sick.

Dan treated his own channel like an egg. It always had to be perfect, with no cracks anywhere, and the outside had to have a polished glow to it. He never knew who was going to stumble across his channel, and he couldn’t have it looking like a shitstorm in case someone important saw it. But it was that exact thought that drove him mad.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: so the girls are hanging in the library studying and zack is creeping behind a shelf and all you hear is him mutter under his breath "ship". 😂😂

Again, I got lazy with proofing, so sorry for any mistakes, I hope my shitty writing suffices your trimberly needs

Trini and Kimberly were in the library, working on their bio project. The project was supposed to be done the night before, but due to…recent developments, trying to focus was very difficult. It wasn’t her fault that her girlfriend insisted on a pillow fight, instead of working on the project, and it wasn’t her fault that her girlfriend had those big doe eyes, which she couldn’t say no to. So the night was spent less doing their work, and more of activities.

Kimberly was typing something on her laptop, as Trini was reading through a textbook, her legs resting across Kimberly’s lap, a comfortable silence surrounded them. As Trini was reading through the text book, she hears loud scuffling behind the bookshelves around them. She looks behind her, but sees nothing, and continues skimming through her textbook, but not soon after, she hears the scuffling again, and a flash of short black hair. She furrows her eyebrows, curious, staring at the bookshelves, but she is broken out of her thoughts by Kimberly

“Trin, can you look over chapter five again? I think we’re forgetting something.” Kim shakes Trini’s legs, her head snapping to look at Kimberly, whose eyebrows are raised in curiosity. Trini asks, her attention still on the bookshelves.

“Huh…What d’ya say?” She says, her eyes shifting between Kimberly and the bookshelves, the black haired figure moving between the book stacks.

“I asked if you could read through chapter five again and check…are you even listening to me?” Kimberly asks, smacking Trini’s leg again, harder this time. Trini jumps, and exclaims.

“Ow! Okay, I’ll uh, read through, uh, a moment.” Trini is still staring at the bookshelf, as well as rubbing her leg, Kimberly was much more powerful than she seemed.

“Babe, we need to finish this, so stop procrastinating and start reading chapter five.” Kimberly says exasperatedly, her gaze also shifting between Trini and the bookshelf, curious as to what, or who, she was looking at. Trini teases Kim.

“I’m the one procrastinating! I’m not the one who insisted on making out last night, instead of working on said project.” Trini raises her eyebrow teasingly, a small smirk spreading across her face. Kim’s face goes red, her gaze shifting the floor, a bashful smile across her face, Trini never wanted to stop making her smile like that, like her and Trini were the only people in the world. Kimberly teases Trini, trying to be casual, but her tone suggested otherwise.

“I suggested a pillow fight, the… other stuff happened on its own, and I don’t recall you complaining. From my memory, you were quite complacent actually.” Kim’s face is smug, and now Trini is the one being bashful and shy, something only Kimberly could bring out of her. That’s when they heard a voice, coming from behind the bookshelves. The words were jumbled and quiet, but Trini could make out, a “OMG”,“I SHIP IT”, “So that’s why she doesn’t answer my calls past ten p.m.” and a quite girlish squeal. She knew exactly who it was coming from.

“Zack?” She questions. She hears scrambling and a book fall to the ground, loudly, the thud ringing through the quiet library.

“Shit!” Zack whisper yells as he starts to make a break for it, more books falling in the process. Kimberly is just smirking, pitying Zack. Trini hops out of her chair and yells.

“ZACK MIDDLE NAME TAYLOR!!!” Her voice is met with the people in the library shushing her, but she is already out of her chair and chasing after Zack, who had been caught red handed, and was currently jumping down the stairs, Trini hot on his heels. Kimberly sighs exasperatedly, grabbing her stuff, as well as Trini’s, who was currently cursing Zack out for spying on them, and apparently in his defence, he was a just a giant “shipper”. Kimberly starts to chase after them, a smile spreading across her face, because these were her friends, and girlfriend, and she wouldn’t trade them for the world.

PUNISHED | part one

“You and Taehyung have been together for 3 years, and going strong. But something happens and suddenly, your perfect little world turns upside down.”

- fluff, angst, smut, mystery | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Words: 4,832

A/N: When I released the teaser, a few people thought this would be a BDSM story, based on the title, I’m sorry for the confusion. It is not. It’s a different kind of punished. 

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Originally posted by aestheticvbts

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Creepypasta #1044: Spencer's Last Prank

Length: Long

My coworkers liked stupid pranks.

I worked in a shitty clothing store in the local mall. It’s the kind of place that hires high schoolers and, over the summer, college kids. It’s minimum wage, so our employers didn’t expect much. Honestly, they just hoped we didn’t come in drunk. Hell, if our eyes were a little red, they’d look the other way, if you know what I mean. 

Which is why the pranks continued for so long. It started out small. Jumping out from behind doors. Hiding in clothing racks. Prank calling the store on days off. It was funny and petty and stupid.

That’s the key word again – stupid.

It was my coworker, Spencer. He’s the reason the pranking eventually came to an end about six months ago. And the reason that I eventually quit my job.

See, none of us were exactly rocket scientists. Most of us were a little dumb for the sole fact that we were teenagers. But Spencer was dumber than the rest of us. I mean, that kid was a few eggs short of a dozen. Not college material and probably would never move away from our hometown. But we liked him just the same. He was good for a laugh.

But, God… he took it too far.

It happened on Tuesday. I was working from three to nine, which meant I was on closing duty. I mopped the storefront, cleaned the windows, took out the trash and threw the cardboard boxes from inventory into the cardboard compactor. I locked up and did a quick inventory check. Most importantly, I did it all by myself.

See, Spencer was supposed to be working with me. He was supposed to come in at noon and leave at eight. It’s not uncommon for someone to close alone, but usually there’s another person there for part of the evening. It makes finishing closing duties easier. I can’t take out the trash while I’m helping customers, you know.

He’d been there when I came in at two, but at some point he’d left without letting me know and without clocking out. I was pretty irritated – I wondered if maybe he was playing some kind of joke on me. Spencer wasn’t the type to think things through – he might very well have thought that abandoning me on the night shift would be hilarious.

I called Spencer but didn’t get an answer. I called my manager and let her know that Spencer had ducked out on me. I expected Spencer to return my call or at least text, but he didn’t. The next time I worked – two days later – I asked my manager, but she hadn’t heard from Spencer either.

Now, Spencer might not be the brightest bulb in the box, and yes, sometimes he forgets his schedule or messes up and doesn’t come in for a shift. But he isn’t the kind to just shirk his responsibilities. If he misses work, he accepts the blame for it and makes it up to his coworkers. He doesn’t make excuses and it doesn’t happen often. That’s why none of us employees really have a problem with him. So the fact that he was completely MIA left me a bit confused. If he’d left me there as a joke, he would have confessed to it by now. He wouldn’t have stopped coming in to work entirely.

I didn’t get worried until the next week when Spencer’s mother officially filed a Missing Persons report.

She came into the store to talk to the manager. I saw them disappear into the office – which is really just a cramped closet in the back room with a dusty old desktop computer – and could barely make myself focus until they came back out. Mrs. Damson – that is to say, Spencer’s mom – had tears in her eyes. I heard my manager, Kelly, assure her that they’d check the security footage. Then, Kelly asked me to come to the back office. She’d never done that before.

It turns out that I was the last person to see Spencer before he went missing.

At least, the last known person. His mother had seen him at the house before he went to work that Tuesday. He’d never come home. Spencer had been working with me and only me – Tuesdays are slow and Kelly had been busy along with the rest of the managers, so there’d been no manager present. The last time I remembered seeing Spencer was around four-thirty when he’d gone to use the employee restroom in the back. That’s the last anyone had heard of him.

I told Kelly what I remembered and she told me she was going to try to get her hands on the security footage. Most likely, Spencer had just high-tailed it with some of his buddies. Impromptu road trip or something, hell if I know. Kelly assured me over and over that the most likely scenario was that Spencer was completely fine and had just done something unexpected… unexpected and stupid, but then again, this was Spencer we were talking about. Stupid was implied.

I let that placate me for the most part, although I was still nervous the rest of the night. I managed to distract myself for most of the next day, playing video games with a few buddies. It wasn’t until mid-evening when I got a call from Kelly.

“Hey, Conner, can you come to my apartment? There’s… something I want to talk to you about.”

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Group Therapy


The city was a mere rumble of unfriendly noises as I made my way to work.
When I’d moved there, I’d made myself a promise that I would walk to work every morning, but on mornings like that, when the rain was pouring so heavily that it was bouncing up from the pavement and making sure I was soaked through twice over, that I regretted that promise I had made.
But it was a promise nonetheless, and I refused to break it.

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Duality part 3 (J-Hope smut/angst)

Summary: You treasured your friendship with Hoseok, until a drunken mistake changed everything.

Originally posted by lesbianvmin

Part one Part two Part four Part five

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: Smut/angst

“Come on guys, please pay attention,” you begged.

You couldn’t understand a word that the boys were saying because they were all talking over each other and howling with laughter. You and Hoseok had been trying to show Jin the simplest of moves, but he just couldn’t get it right. After five demonstrations, he was still doing something entirely different with his body, so the other members had turned on him. They now were surrounding him like a pack of hyenas and taking it in turns to demonstrate exaggerated versions of his awkward movements. Even Hoseok, who was supposed to be helping you teach them the new choreography, had ditched you and was joining in with the riot. You stood alone at the front of the room, helplessly observing the madness. Jin was at the center of it all, bright red, his face creased as he struggled to breathe from laughing.

“I feel like a zookeeper,” you yelled, but no one heard.

You walked over to the speaker and turned off the music.

“Go for your lunchbreak,” you shouted. The members’ selective hearing conveniently kicked in and they all turned to thank you for your hard work before heading out of the door, still chuckling and mocking Jin. Only Hoseok stayed. He walked over to you and picked his jacket off the floor.

“I hate working with you guys,” you grumbled.

“Well we love working with you,” he said, then pinched your nose. You playfully slapped him away.

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Just Fiction

“What?! No!” Joe splutters, grabbing the computer from Jack’s hands as the younger man leans back, laughing loudly. Joe quickly scrolls back a bit, his eyes darting across the screen, his cheeks reddening the more he reads.

“Gotta give them credit for being creative,” Jack manages to get out between bursts of giggles.

“This is more than creative!”

“You’re right, this is closer to erotic.”


“What?!” He laughs again, Joe’s shocked expression proving to be too much.

“Can we please move on?” Joe mumbles, thrusting the computer back towards Jack, avoiding the studying gaze of the still giggling man.

“Alright, I’ll find something with a little less…interaction.”

“Way to make it sound weird.”

“Fine, I’ll find something with less sex.”

“Just stop talking!”

The two were currently sat on the edge of Joe’s guest bed, cameras and lights set up, recording them while they did their newest video collaboration.

Jack had had the idea to read fan fiction for his video, and he had quickly been inspired to look up stories that involved the two of them.

It hadn’t taken him long to find the more adult themed stories, and Joe knew that there was a good chunk of the video that would have to be cut, the words Jack had been reading out loud not suitable for his broad audience.

They had been filming for nearly a half hour, Jack finding story after story involving the two of them, and Joe was shocked.

He didn’t realize so many people out there were imagining the two of them together. And in such….creative ways.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or creeped out.

“Here we go,” Jack’s voice drags Joe out of his thoughts, and he glances over at the screen, “This ones a little more subdued.” He shoots Joe a quick smile before beginning to read.

The story describes their relationship as they shift from friends to lovers, but its woven beautifully, and Joe finds himself captivated by the words coming from Jack’s lips, watching as they move.

Somehow, the author has captured them so perfectly, that for a moment, Joe forgets it’s only a story, convinced that its actually his life being read back to him.

But then Jack finishes, and reality comes crashing down on him, Joe is suddenly very confused.

Between the story just read, and the more risky ones from before, there is quite a few emotions swirling around in Joe’s mind and body, and he’s not entirely sure how to react.

He sits there silently, offering the camera a smile, as Jack closes out the video.

Once the camera is no longer recording, the two remain sat there, Jack tapping his fingers against the laptop, the various words from before still hanging around them.

“Do you…” Joe jumps slightly at the words, and Jack clears his throat before continuing, “Do you wonder what would happen if those stories were real?”

“Oh,” Joe’s eyes drop down to the lips he had been staring at before for a moment, meeting Jack’s intense stare, “Never thought about it before.”

“Me either. But then, reading them now…” Joe watches as he shifts slightly in his seat, the laptop still resting on his lap, different tabs open to the stories they had read, “Well, you can’t help but wonder, can you?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Which one was your favourite?” Jack suddenly asks, clicking through the different stories. “The one where we move from friends to lovers? Or the one where it opens with us in the midst of mad, passionate sex?”

Joe blushes, remembering the story clearly, and also remembering how the words had made him feel, the images painted perfectly in his head. Images he realized he was not totally opposed to seeing.

“They were all pretty well written…I can’t choose. What about you?”

“Definitely the one we’re having sex,” Jack grins over at him, “I mean, obviously we were having a great time!”

“You’re obsessed with sex,” Joe rolls his eyes, grabbing the computer from him to flick through some of the other stories.

“Nothing wrong with sex, Joe, especially when you have an attractive partner.” The grip on the computer tightens as Jack’s words wash over him, but he keeps his eyes locked on the screen, ignoring the feeling of the warm body against his when Jack leans in to look at the stories.

Maybe reading these hadn’t been the best idea.

“And if you ever want to try anything from any of these stories,” This time Jack’s words are breathed against Joe’s ear, “Let me know.”

He can’t stop the small gasp that slips past his lips, his head turning quickly to meet Jack’s stare, noticing just how close the younger man had gotten.


“You heard me.”

“They were just fiction,” Joe’s voice is barely a whisper, but he makes no move to get away from Jack, remaining just as close.

“And they could become reality.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I’ll admit I’m curious. Aren’t you?”

Joe wants to say the word yes so desperately, because he is, after reading these stories, but the word is caught in his throat.

So he speaks with actions instead, leaning forward to press his lips hesitantly against Jack’s, pulling back only a moment later.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jack mumbles, his one hand moving to the back of Joe’s neck as he tugs him back in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer, the stories forgotten as the two decide to write their own.

Request by @damiansbeloved

Words:- 1415

Warning: Swearing? (There’s  only one)

Sick!Dean X Reader

A/n: this is my first request!!! I was so excited when I saw it in my inbox I didn’t except it to be this hard to finsh. Took 3 days to finsh. The ending to me is a bit rushed but that was all I had In mind with out taking to long or making it too long. Hope you enjoy reading it.

Dean woke up sweating with a strong headache and his body feeling heavy. He couldn’t bother to sit up so he laid there staring at the ceiling feeling exhausted, even though he just woke up.

He heard a knock on his door but didn’t feel like answering it. He heard another knock before he saw you walk in with a bowl and cup of water.

“Hey, your awake.” You said with a smile.

“Yea, morning.” He replied, with a raspy voice clearing his throat.

“Afternoon actually. You slept all day.”

Dean looked at the clock beside his bed to see that it was, indeed, the afternoon.

He let out a heavy sigh turning to face you, “where’s Sam?”

“Out on a case a few towns down. Think it’s a salt and burn. He should be back in a few days.” You answered placing the bowl by his bed side table. “Oh, you look like shit by the way.”

“Yea, I feel like it too.”

“Figured. Oh, Sam asked me to wake you up before the case” You explained “but when I saw you sick and I convinced Sam to go by volunteering to look after you”

“Look after me?”

“I just told him anything. I was kinda hoping you’d sleep all day.”

He smiled at your reply, “Figured”

He began to sit up but stopped when you placed both your hands on his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a stern look.

“Trying to sit up?”

“No, you wont. You need to rest” You try to push him to lay on the bed.

He grabbed your wrist looking at you in the eyes, “I’m fine”

“Say that to your high fever.”

He rolled his eyes, “I can take care of myself”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yea,right. You can barely take care of yourself on a normal day. Your the type of person to drink beer for breakfast, Dean.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

You sighed in irritation, “For fucks sake Dean. Stop being stubborn. If I knew you’d be this much of a hassle I would have volunteered to take the case instead. ”

“Then you should have” Dean replied,  pushing your hands off his shoulder and sitting up.

“Dean,” You tried again her tune worried.

He ignored you standing up making his way to the door. He didn’t even make it half way before feeling dizzy and having an intense headache.

He hissed sitting back on the bed with both his hands on either side of his head.

“Dean, you alright?” You ran to his side worried.

He closed his eyes from the pain and nodded. “Yea, I’m fine”

You frowned looking at him, “I really should stop asking if you keep lying to me like that”

You got up fetching the water you brought with you from the bedside table and taking out a packet of pills taking two out and handing them to Dean.

“Here, it’ll help with the pain”

He opened his eyes seeing the water and pills and thanked you before taking them, all the while not meeting your eyes.

“Will you accept my help Now?” You asked after he finished taking the pills.

He looked up at you, “Not even a moment ago you said you didn’t want to do this” he told you blankly

“Not even a moment ago you lied to me saying you were fine.” You responded with the same tone.

You both stared at each other for what seemed to be a while not saying anything.

“Fine,” Dean said first to break the silence.

“Excuse me?”

“I said fine” He repeated looking away.

You stared at him thinkingover what he just said.

“Fine,” you repeated his word to yourself. You breathed out a sigh of relief when you finally understood. “Oh God, finally. I thought I had to force you for a moment there.”

He glared at you but said nothing, knowing that if he were to start a fight he’ll be entering a losing battle.

You went over to the bowl you placed down a while ago and took out a wet towel, squeezing the extra water out of it.

Dean watched you confused as to what you were up too.

“You’re sweating” you said expecting him to understand but Dean just grew more confused at that so you continued. “I’m using it to wipe the sweat off you.”

“I can do it myself”

“You really don’t have a say in this” you walked up to him, sitting on the bed next to him.

You moved the towel up wiping away the sweat from his face.

Dean looked at you as she did so, not saying a word. He could clearly see your eyes as they held a look of concentration and care.

He didn’t noticed you finished till he saw those (e/c) eyes staring right into his. “Are you staring at me Winchester?” You asked, the side of her mouth forming into a smirk.

“No,” Dean muttered a reply as his face grew red making him turn away from you so you couldn’t see his face.

Dean heard you let out a laugh when he did so which he couldn’t help but smile at.

He felt the bed raise from where You were sitting and turned to see you stand up making your way to the door.

“Where are you going?” He asked, the question falling out of his mouth before he could think about  it.

“I’m getting you something to get your temperature down” you told him.

“What am I supposed to do while your gone?”

“I don’t know. Read a book?”

“Read a book?”

“Yea, you know. Those things with lots of pages with words in-”

“I know what a book is”

“Well okay then. Be back in a few” you made your way out of the room with a smile.

After a while you returned to the room with a cup in your hand and a laptop in the other . You saw Dean sitting on his bed eyes closed with his back on the beds’ headboard.

You cleared her throat making Dean open his eyes to see who it was.

“Oh, hey” He greeted.

“Hey,” you greeted back walking into the room, “how you doing? Pain still there?”

“Yea, but it’s not as bad as before. Whats that?” He asked eyeing the cup.

“Tea” She replied handing him the cup.

“Most people would make soup”

“Most people know how to make soup”

Dean looked at you amused, “You don’t know how to make soup?”

“Not at all,” You replied clearly not finding it amusing as he did. You looked around the room noticing nothing has changed since You left. “Did you do anything while I was gone?”

“Nope,” He took a sip from his tea.

“At all?”

“Not really.”

“You didn’t even read a book.”

“Don’t have books to read.”

You paused rethinking what you were just told, “oh, I forgot who I was talking to for a moment there. Well, good thing I brought this with me.” You said hold up your laptop. “Scoot over”

He did as told making way so you had a place to sit beside him, “So what are we watching?” He asked as you opened the laptop.

“No idea. Got anything in mind?”

He smiled placing the cup of tea on his bedside table as he took the laptop from you.“I got a few shows in mind.”

After a few episodes of the show Dean chose you felt a weight on your shoulder. Looking at what it was, you realized that Dean has fallen asleep.

Careful not to wake him up, you closed the laptop and slowly tried to move off the bed but stopped moving feeling that Dean was about to wake up.

You let out a sigh not knowing what to do. You looked at Dean as he slept, it was different then when you’d normally see him. Especially out in a hunt. He looked so calm and at peace.

You found yourself smiling at the thought.

Remembering the situation you’re in you sat there for a while thinking of away to leave without waking him. Not coming up with anything you cursed yourself beginning to feel like giving up.

Glancing at Dean one more time you finally chose to give up and moved your laptop to the floor beside the bed. You pulled up the blanket on to yourself and Dean closing your eyes sleeping beside him.

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In the mean time, have The Nutella Incident.

It was quiet. Too quiet, even for a saturday morning, Loqi couldn’t help but to feel unnerved, why did that scumbag Ardyn have to send him of all people to pester Ravus about those reports he was supposed to deliver last week?

As he approached Ravus’s office, he saw the door ajar ‘might as well, it is technically already open, so I dont have to knock’ he thought as he barged in nonchalantly, immediately, Ravus stopped typing on his laptop and his eyes met Loqi’s with a frown, lips pursed tightly, he wasn’t sure if it was just the initial impression, but Loqi could swear he looked angrier than normal.

“Uh… The chancellor sent me to… Ask about those papers… Um.. T-the ones from… Last week…” God. He was just too stonefaced for Loqi’s comfort at times.

He did nothing but stare in silence. 

‘I don’t get paid enough for this shit’ Loqi thought, really, it  was unnerving… Was Ravus even here

“Right… Okay… I’ll just… Come back later…” he mumbled awkwardly, quickly walking out of the room and shutting the door, whatever he may or may not have interrupted, he didn’t want to think about if Ravus was frowning that much more than normal.

In the office, Ravus took a big gulp, finally swallowing the last of his nutella, before quickly shoveling another spoonful into his mouth, Loqi could be so rude, interrupting his snacktime so nonchalantly.

He rolled his eyes and continued his blogging endeavours, though soon after Lunafreya burst into the room, she was fuming, did she not look like an adorable little puppy, she’d be very intimidating right now.

“Did you /seriously/ eat two large jars of nutella on your own again? Ravus, they were mine, I was saving them up to make a cake for your birthday” Lunafreya spoke in exasperation, she’s gonna have to start hiding sweets from him at this rate…

“Since when can you cook, let alone bake?” Ravus spoke, muffled by all the gooey hazelnut-chocolate goodness from the spoonfull he just shoved into his mouth.

“Wow… Just wow… I’m out, bye, I’m gone, I’m not putting up with your sass, young man”

“…whatever mum

Bath Time

You sit on the couch, reading your book. Sam and Dean are on a hunt and Castiel is at the bunker with you, doing research for the boys while he rests. It’s been a long month. Castiel got his grace back but is cursed by the spell Rowena put on him so he needs rest but yet here he is, doing homework for the two screw ups while they’re off getting injured and fat.

You walk by him on your way to the kitchen but stop when you can smell him. “Cas, I think you need a bath or something,” you say, chuckling at him a little and he looks up to you with his bright blue eyes and gives you a weak smile. It looks as if almost all of the energy is drained from him. Almost like it’s hard just to smile, just to try.

“I’m an angel. I don’t require grooming,” he says and you laugh. “Cas, as long as you have a vessel, you need a bath. Even animals bathe themselves. They do a have-assed job but they manage to do it.” You say, sitting across from him. “It would be relaxing too, it would make you feel better,” you add and stand to go back into the kitchen but he stops you.

“Wait-” he says and you turn to him. “Do you think you could help me? I don’t quite know how to bathe,” he says, his eyes filled with what looks like exhaustion and maybe sorrow. “Of course,” you say, feeling guilt for the poor angel. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get you a few things.” You say and head down the hallway where you grab a towel, a toothbrush, a hair dryer, and a brush and you put those things and a pair of clothes from Dean’s closet on the bathroom counter.

You head over to the dinning room and see that Cas is buried in research. “You ready Cas?” You ask and he nods and he closes the laptop and follows you into the bathroom. You begin to draw the bath water and turn to see Castiel has dropped every single article of clothing. “Oh my god, Cas, I do not need to see that,” you say shielding the, “bad,” parts with his towel. “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but aren’t I supposed to be fully unclothed in order to bathe?” He asks and you nod. “Yes, Cas, just give me your clothes so I can go wash them,” you say and he hesitantly hands you his folded up pile of dirty clothes and you run out shutting the door behind you and yelling, “I’ll be right back.”

You can’t help but shudder at that sight. Let’s not lie, Cas has an amazing body but that was a little much.

You stuff his clothes in the washer and add soap before closing it and picking the correct settings and heading back to the bathroom. “Cas?” You call and stand close to the door. “Yes, (Y/N)?” He asks and you sigh and chuckle. “Wrap your towel around yourself okay?” You ask and he responds with a quick, “okay,” and you very slowly open the door to see an amazing sight.

Castiel’s towel is hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing his V line and his muscles tighten and contract under his tan skin as he holds up the hair dryer with a confused expression. “What is this used for?” He asks and you sigh and chuckle. “It dries your hair for you, Cas.” You say and he nods and sets it down.

You quickly run over and grab the bottle of eucalyptus basil bubble bath that smells amazingly like lavender, you poor some in and turn around once the bubbles are formed, instructing Cas verbally on removing the towel and stepping in and sitting into the tub and he does so and once you turn around, you see a lazy smile on the angel’s face and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“You were right, (Y/N), this feels… very good,” he says and you nod and smile. “Okay so I guess I should help you with washing your hair and everything huh?” You ask and he nods. “Yes, I don’t quite know what to do,” he says and you nod and instruct him to lean back a little and you fill up a small pitcher with the bath water, pouring it in his hair and sticking your hand up along the front of his hairline so that none of it gets in his eyes then you squirt shampoo into your hands and run it through his hair, messaging his scalp and he lets out a low hum sound, leaning against your fingers, his eyes closed and a smile still spread on his face.

You can’t help but adore how new he is to all of this and of course you love how much he is enjoying this.

After a while of messaging, you wash out the shampoo and pour in some conditioner, doing the same, using your fingertips to dissolve all of Cas’ worry and stress and finally comes the soap where you sigh and Cas looks up at you with a happy expression on his face.

“Alright, this is the bar of soap,” you say to Cas, showing him. “Now you have to rub it everywhere alright?” You ask and he nods. “Like this?” He asks, rubbing it against his tanned, smooth chest until the white appears and you nod. “Everywhere,” you say and stand. “Now you do that and I’ll be back I’m just going to check on your laundry,” you lie and he nods, happily running the bar of soap along his arms. You don’t really need to check his laundry, there’s no way it’s even close to done yet, you just need a damn break and you definitely don’t want to actually watch him run that soap everywhere. Well, let’s face it, you do, you just don’t want him to find out. So you walk to the fridge and shove a cheese stick in your mouth and eat it, walking to the bathroom and you slowly open the door to find the soap sitting on the rail and Castiel with white soap all over him. You giggle and grab the pitcher, rinsing him off completely. “Alright, Cas, you’re done, do you want to get out now?” You ask and he nods, standing and you quickly turn on your heels, throwing the towel at him. He quickly wraps the towel around himself after seeing you squirming and looking elsewhere but then a look of mischief crosses his face and he laughs a little. “Why is it that you get so uncomfortable with me being unclothed?” He asks, his hand wrapping around your arm. “I- I uhm..” You stutter until he presses his soft lips down onto yours, pulling away quickly. “I- I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” you cut him off by pressing your lips up to his and he gladly accepts your lips against his until you need air and he chuckles.

“Okay why don’t you get dressed and I’ll get you some deodorant from Dean’s room or something,” you say and quickly go do that, running out and hiding your bright red face from the proud angel.