who came for the kitchen chairs and table

Tumblr Made Me Do It

Pairing: Josh/ Reader/ Tyler/// Warnings: Threesome, Smut, Daddy kink, Bondage, Swearing, Choking, Exhibitionism// Rating: Mature// A/N: This is NOT the next part of Don’t Tell Him. This was a request so don’t accidentally put the two together.

Originally posted by hot-18

You had been friends with Josh and Tyler for a considerably long amount of time. They were your best friends and you felt that you could trust them with anything. Of course, that did not include the copious amount of fanfiction and smut that you read about them. Your favorite to read was the ones that had both of the men… You know where I’m getting at. It was a dirty little secret to you. You would walk around just knowing you’ve orgasmed to the thought of both men pummeling you. As of now, you were currently laying in bed, using your vibrator on yourself, while scrolling to find your favorite smut writers page, and seeing that they had the new three way smut out. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was indescribable as you were reading through and masturbating. It was very detailed and it was the kind of smut that you liked. It was more on the rough side and, well, had the Daddy kink in it. With the smut and the intense setting on your vibrator, it didn’t take you long before you had came, panting and sweating hard. Just as you come down from your high, Tyler walks through followed by Josh. You pull your hand out of your pants as fast as possible, but the damage was done. Tyler looked slightly embarrassed, but both of the boys looked intrigued. You could only imagine the horrors present on your face. “That was such a great time for you guys to walk in” you say, breaking the awkward silence. The guys laugh and hesitantly walk over to your bed, so you move up and press your back to the headboard to show you weren’t doing anything. They sit on the end still, worried about getting too close. “So uh” Tyler starts. You roll your eyes and push yourself off the bed. “God, Boys, stop being so weird about it. Not like you don’t do it” you say, looking through your clothes to change. “Okay, what were you doing it to?” Josh asks. You hear a shift in your bed and you look over to see them going for your phone. “No!” You practically jump at Josh and yank the phone from his hand, shoving it in your pocket. “It was nothing” you shrug. Tyler cocks and eyebrow at you. “Nothing? That’s why you tackled Josh so fast?” He asks. “Exactly” you say, grabbing a towel and your next set of clothes, going to the bathroom. You strip down and step into the shower, beginning your process. While being alone with your thoughts, you started to think about that smut and how hot it really was. The basics of it was that the boys fucked you downstairs in your house, in the living room, with the blinds/curtains open. It was very hot and just thinking about it was making you horny all over again. You hear the bathroom door open, footsteps, and then the door shut again. “Hello? Tyler? Josh?” You call out, and there’s no answer. You assume the boys came in for something and left, no big deal. You’re almost finished with your shower when the door opens again and you hear the footsteps. You quickly pull open the curtain but, and see Tyler walking out. “Hey, what are you doing? And did you come in here earlier?” You ask, making sure the curtain covered you. “Uh, I just wanted to look at myself, you know?” Tyler asks, gesturing towards the mirror. “And it was Josh who came in earlier, got tissues” You nod your head and gesture towards your towel. He gets the hint and throws it to you. “I would’ve taken you as an exhibitionist” he says, walking out without another word. You furrow your brows but shrug it off, getting redressed and walking downstairs where the boys were. They were currently sitting in your kitchen, just eating. You clear your throat and grab yourself something. The boys were sitting in your chairs next to the table, so you got up and sat in the middle of the table, facing them. “How was your shower” Josh asks, and you could’ve sworn there was a smirk, or even a hint of one. “Uh, it was find?” You laugh off, pulling your legs underneath you. “Hope you had the curtains closed over the window in there, wouldn’t want anyone to see anything” he says. You practically choked on your drink and looked at the both of them. Their eyes were dragging over your entire face, your body, it was as if they could see through you. You shift uncomfortably and stand up, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you get in my phone?” You ask, glaring between them. Neither of them answer, but you knew when Tyler dragged his lower lip between his teeth, that it was a yes. “God you guys are in fucking believable” you say, putting your dishes in the sink and walking to the living room. “No, what’s unbelievable is that you read smut about the both of us fucking you, and masturbate to it.” Tyler says, following close behind you. You stand silent, not knowing what to say, what to do, where to look. You just got caught and you were feeling a mix if anger, fear, embarrassment, and a weird feeling if excitedness, as if you had wanted to be caught. You turn your back to them and look out your window, the feeling returning to the pit in your stomach. “I told you guys not to go through my phone, and that’s the first thing you do when I turn my back. I don’t even know what to say to you guys, like, fuck” you say, dropping your head onto your hand. The room is silent until there’s footsteps once again, and you feel your hair being pushed to one side, and someone’s mouth latching onto your neck. You pull in a shaky breath, having not expected the sudden contact, but also the wetness forming more between your legs than you could’ve imagined. They wrap their arms around your midsection loosely, but firmly, which is when Tyler walks out in front of you, meaning Josh was the one leaving his mark as of now. Tyler doesn’t make a move to touch you, but instead, walks back to the couch that was in front of your window and pushes it out of the way. At that moment, you knew they wanted you to be on full display to anyone and everyone that passed by or even looked, because it was the window on the front of your house. Tyler walks back over and lifts your shirt over your head, blocking the view of you for the time being. He drinks in your body while Josh is continuing on your neck, tilting your head for a better angle. You impatiently reach out and grab at Tyler’s shirt, dragging him closer to your body. He lets out a low and soft laugh, working his own shirt over and off his head. “We’re going to lay out some ground rules” Tyler states. Josh stops what he’s doing, but continued to hold you from behind while Ty continues. “You will refer to the it of us as daddy. Any other name or term will result in you being punished.” You nod your head and Josh slowly moves his hand down, unbuttoning and sliding down your pants. “The curtains of this window will be open at all times, any attempt to close them, you will be punished. Today, you are ours to use, understand?” Tyler finishes. Josh lets go of you and removes his shirt. “Yes” you say. Josh hits you hard on your backside. “Yes what?” He says. You bite your lip. “Yes daddy” you say, feeling dirty from using the word. Tyler wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing slightly as he pulls you in for a deep and intimate kiss, while Josh is unbuttoning his pants behind you. Tyler’s grip on your throat doesn’t let up, but neither does his kiss. So, while that was happening, Josh unclasped your bra and pulled down your panties, leaving you naked and feeling vulnerable. Tyler finally pulls back, releasing his grip. You breathe in a shaky and strained breath, not having even realized you couldn’t breathe as well. Josh presses you against the glass window, not wasting even a moment to press himself inside of you. Tyler had stepped behind Josh and let him have his way, finding it hot how you were pressed against the window, being on display, when the idea pops into his head. He runs outside while Josh continues to thrust into you. You see Tyler pull out his phone and start to take pictures, and you instinctively grab for the curtains to close them. Josh immediately grabs your arms and holds them behind your back, when Tyler runs back inside. “We warned you” he says. Tyler goes and grabs a rope, tying your hands together behind your back and looping it around your neck, so anytime you moved your hands, you choked yourself. Josh didn’t let up, in fact, this encouraged him to go harder and faster. “Ty, I think she needs some encouragement” Josh says. Tyler nods and gets on his knees in front of you, latching his mouth onto your clit. You let out choked groans, trying to reach out for him, but being unable to. You can feel him tracing figure eights into you while Josh grabs onto your hips, forcing you to hit his thrusts harder. This goes on for a while, each thrust and movement feeling like it was going to send you over. Josh grabs your hair and pulls you back, getting deeper than you had thought possible. After that, it wasn’t long before you released, Josh following closely behind you. Tyler smirks and licks up what he can, standing in front of you and untying the wrist to neck bound. You breathe in and our deeply, while Tyler now connects your tied wrists to the hooks holding up your curtain so that you had to stand straight up. Tyler and Josh switch places, Tyler not even letting you come down from your high before sliding his tip into you. “Now darling, I like things a bit different than Josh” he says, easing himself into you slowly, making you whimper and arch your back against him. “Be patient, my love” he says. A moment later, he uses all his force to thrust into you, causing you to scream out, but Josh was quick to latch his mouth onto yours, swallowing up any of the sounds you made. Josh reaches his hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit kind of like Tyler had done for you before. “Talk to me” Tyler whispers harshly into your ear. Josh pulls away, letting you start. “God daddy. You feel so fucking good, stretching me out like this while your best friend watches” you groan, biting your lip, Josh’s fingers doing wonders for you. “Yeah? You’re so fucking tight” Tyler says, pushing in even harder. “Only for you two” you say. Josh chuckles, using one free hand to grasp at and roughly massage one of your breasts. “Your moans for Josh were okay. But I want you to scream for me, got it?” Tyler asks. “Yes daddy” you say, your orgasm hitting sooner than you had anticipated. You do as requested, but it’s not like you had control over it anyway. You screamed his name, and Josh’s, holding on to the ropes tighter. Tyler finishes a few minutes later, letting out a few vulgar words himself. Tyler pulls out once he had ride out his orgasm, and untied your hands, having to hold you up from your knees buckling under your own weight. Josh closes the curtains and looks back at the two of you. “We should do this more often.” He says, smiling. “Trust me, if you liked that idea, there’s plenty more” You say, letting yourself be held by the two men.
Auston Matthews #2 - My Day

Originally posted by glovesdropped

You were a strong woman who didn’t let your period stop you from kicking ass and taking names. But, some days, the pain of cramps just got to be too much and you sat your butt in bed, watching TV and being an emotional wreck.

Also, you needed it considering the amount of stress your boyfriend and his friends were causing you at the moment.

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Arranged Love Pt.11 | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love? And, above all else, how did you and Jungkook even find yourself being forced into an arranged marriage simply for publicity?

Word Count: 3,329

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: I feel like this chapter wasn’t as good but I wanted to get it out!! Please be prepared for part 12 tho mwahahah ;) some of you might finally get your wish fulfilled 

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prompt 41 + bellarke for anonymous

i hope this is everything you wanted and more, anon! this is au bellarke, so if that’s not your thing, keep scrolling. also, this is so much longer than it was supposed to be and it has NOT been edited.

got a request? send it in. there’s a prompt list here, but if you have other ideas, send them. (the ships don’t all have to be malec. i love writing bellarke, clace, clalec BROTP never ever ever romantic, and pretty much anything shadowhunters/the 100). 

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

If there was one thing Clarke Griffin hated more than anything, it was being rudely awakened in the middle of her precious sleep. Although, at this point she couldn’t really consider it precious seeing as she woke to find herself drooling on her notes from class. 

She didn’t want to admit it, but medical school was kicking her ass. 

“God, what time is it?” she groaned, dragging the sleeve of her sweater across her mouth. She looked to the clock above her TV and a feeling of relief washed over her. It was two-fifteen in the morning on a Saturday; she had plenty of time to crawl into her warm, comfy bed and sleep for hours. 

Clarke didn’t realize the knocking was what had woken her up in the first place until it came again, this time followed by a worried call of her name. She quickly got up from her chair at the kitchen table and padded over to the door, stopping to look at herself in a mirror. 

“Christ,” she muttered. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun, and messy was exactly the right word for it. Bits of hair were falling out everywhere and she had a halo of frizz. There were dark purple bags under her eyes and if she was being honest with herself, she looked like hell. 

She undid the locks on her door, wondering who the hell was outside of her apartment calling her name at this time. When she tiredly opened the door, she found her best friend, Bellamy Blake, staring at her with tears in his eyes. 

“Oh, thank God,” he breathed out and stepped into the apartment. Clarke closed the door and followed him to the living area where he was standing in front of the glass coffee table with shaking legs.

“You, Bellamy Blake, have never been a religious person. Pray tell what you are thanking God for,” Clarke said as she walked to stand in front of him. “You must have found some way to get rid of Octavia’s boyfriend if you’re thanking the man upstairs for something.” 

Bellamy wiped at his eyes and looked down angrily at his best friend. “This isn’t a joke, Clarke!” 

Clarke flinched away from Bellamy, caught off guard by how loud his voice had gotten. 

His face softened quickly and he took a step toward Clarke, hand reaching out to rest on her arm. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice,” he said. “Come here.” Bellamy pulled Clarke into him, burying his face into her neck and finally letting himself relax against her. 

“Bell, seriously you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Clarke said, her voice slightly muffled by Bellamy’s shirt. Even though she was extremely worried about Bellamy, she took a minute to enjoy this moment with their bodies pressed together. She craved his touch constantly when she was around him and not in the he’s-my-best-friend way. But she could never tell if Bellamy felt the same, despite Raven and Octavia’s insistence that he was in love with her. 

Bellamy pulled away from Clarke and she tried to mask her disappointment with a look of friendly concern. 

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” His warm brown eyes were staring into her stormy grey ones. 

Clarke’s heart swelled in her chest. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t just picked up the phone and called. He really had to see for himself that she was all in one piece. “I’m fine. A little sleep deprived, maybe.” 

“I don’t want to leave you,” he said honestly. 

Clarke made an impulsive decision to raise her hand to rest on the side of Bellamy’s face. She wasn’t expecting him to close his eyes and lean into it. “So stay,” she whispered. 

Bellamy’s eyes opened slowly and he removed her hand from his face. He clasped both of her small hands tightly in his much larger ones. “Not just tonight, Clarke,” he whispered. 

Clarke was pretty sure her heart was about to beat right out of her chest. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears and she thought she might be going slightly cross-eyed. He couldn’t possibly be going where she thought he was.

“I don’t want to leave you ever,” he concluded. Clarke was almost positive she was dead. Her mind went blank and her heart exploded. She moved her mouth as if she was trying to speak, but she had no words.

Bellamy suddenly looked a little panicked and he dropped Clarke’s hands quickly. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I know you probably don’t feel the same, but-” 

It was now two-thirty in the morning, Clarke Griffin was exhausted and wide awake at the same time, and the boy she loved was apologizing for returning the feeling. She decided she’d take being forced out of her sleep if it meant she got to have Bellamy. 

Her body finally caught up with her mind and she suddenly found herself in Bellamy’s arms, her legs wrapped around his torso. He stumbled a little bit, but remained upright. “Fuck it,” she breathed and her lips collided with his. 

Clarke felt as Bellamy began to smile into the kiss, sliding his hands under her thighs to keep her from falling. He broke away for a second, eyes smiling. “There’s gotta be a more comfortable way to do this,” he said.

“I do have a bedroom, y’know,” Clarke said in a hushed tone. 

Bellamy could get to Clarke’s room with his eyes closed, he’d been in there so many times. He never thought in his wildest dreams he’d be able to go in there under these circumstances. 

They fumbled through the dark, finally collapsing onto the bed in a fit of giggles and kisses. Bellamy was suddenly very glad he’d had that nightmare. 

“Wait, so does this mean you like-like me?” Clarke laughed, a little breathless.

Bellamy’s smile widened. “I kind of love you,” he responded with a shrug.

“Well, I kind of love you, too,” Clarke whispered.

It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of their two hearts beating for each other. Clarke had a thought and couldn’t resist teasing Bellamy.

“So, you were thanking God for me, huh?” Clarke said, smirking up at the boy who had stolen her heart years ago. 

“I thank God for you every day, Clarke Griffin.”

The Good People Of A Good Town

An idea destroyed my hometown. It wasn’t a natural disaster or an illness or any other rational, terrible-but-reasonable thing. It was an idea, and it started with Netty Carter.

She was my seventh grade science teacher, a woman who had obviously seen her life taking a very different path than the one she’d ended up on. She dressed like a slightly more conservative Marilyn Monroe, wore her bottle blonde hair in short curls, and was forever applying new layers of bubblegum pink lipstick in the middle of her lectures. The boys (and, admittedly, a few of their dads) were quite fond of her.

The girls (and, admittedly, a few of their moms), far less so.

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after

One hand on his dad’s left shoulder, the other at his elbow. Will’s eyes are closed and he knows it’s working. His blood cells are pushing the infection out. It’s all weirdly literal: when Will is working the stuff dripping from his dad’s arm is almost black; when he loses focus, it’s thin and bright red, normal blood again.

Will understands this, too: whatever he is made of, it’s not so different from the infection. The cells feel almost the same to him, as he moves them. They are fighting fire with fire. Where his mom drew his blood, at the crook of his left elbow, there is the disquieting sensation of wetness, a constant trickle from a pinprick wound.

His mom is just next to him and sometimes their arms brush as she reaches for a tool or moves to get a different angle. There must be sounds, but all Will hears is his dad’s raspy breathing and the blood rushing through his veins. Will reaches in to push the black out. He can’t control his dad’s cells at all, can’t do anything to stop the bleeding. That’s not your job, he reminds himself, and even with his eyes closed he knows his mom’s hands are at work.

They’re going to save him. Will feels a bright burst of pride. All of the weird shit he’s been able to do, all of the time he’s spent wondering where he really came from and who he really is. Maybe it really is worth something. Maybe he really is worth something.

“I need to sew things up, Will,” his mom says, her voice breaking his concentration. “Are you ready?”

Will re-focuses, seeking out the bad cells again, but they’re mostly gone. He catches one last clump just at the edges and pushes it out; hears one last drip as it hits the floor. “Yes,” he says, and he feels his mother gently pushing him back from the table. He collapses into the kitchen chair and doesn’t watch.

When he hears his mother sit down next to him, he finally opens his eyes.

His dad is lying still on the kitchen table, his skin pale and blotchy and his left arm gone just below the elbow. His chest rises and falls, steady, and his lungs sound clear. “He’ll be okay,” Will says.

“We’ll find out,” his mom says, but the relief in her eyes is as good as a confirmation.

“Maybe Skinner was right,” Will says.

Exhausted, she still corrects him. “Mr. Skinner.”

Will rolls his eyes and insists, “My blood helped. I mean, I did some of it too, but my cells were fighting back, it was working. We have to go back out there, Mom. If I can help. If it’ll really work.”

Settling back in her chair, she looks away from him. After a moment she says, “I have a computer chip in my neck.”

Will cocks his head, questioning. It’s a strange non-sequitur, and anyway what the hell does that mean?

She continues, “Years ago, when I had cancer.”

He knows about this, kind of. Grandma got teary about it once, years ago; his dad got tight-lipped and anxious whenever it came up.

“I thought I was going to die.” His mother stares straight ahead at the wall. She says it like it’s nothing, the same way she used to say We’re having salmon for dinner. “There was nothing left to try. But Mulder wouldn’t give up. He came across a vial with a computer chip, and a man – a man we knew said it would cure me.”

Will is sure that this depiction of events elides a great deal, but he doesn’t interrupt her.

“And it did, I guess.” Her forehead creases. “Maybe. It’s impossible to know, really. If it was the chip, or if one of the treatments finally worked, or – or sometimes these things just happen, the body finds some reserve of strength and fights back, and we call it a miracle.” Finally she looks at him.

Will reaches out and runs his index finger over the back of her neck. He can feel it there just under the skin, hard and square. He wonders how he never noticed it before.

His mom says, “We’ll never know for sure.”

Will is startled to find that he has his own reserves of strength, and that he knows what he believes. “You left it there, though. You never took it out.”

Their eyes meet. On the kitchen table Will’s dad breathes in and out, and for a moment it’s the only sound in the world.

“No,” she says softly. “I didn’t.”

Seasons of Love Ch.3 (Sashea/Katlaska) - Nymph

a/n i’m enjoying writing this piece of trash way more than i thought i ever would. it’s a lot of fun, and a lot of cute. this chapter is dedicated to marble bc im v proud of her for managing to get her dissertation/essay in on time and i know she likes this fic

in this chapter we see the girls muddle through their first day of work at the coffee shop, but it’s harder than it looks when there’s distractions around

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Gently into the Night



hey everybody!!!! i wrote a sad mileven thing wowoowoow anyways if you read this thank you!!!! im gonna go ahead aand say if you dont like BLOOD or BODY HORROR you may want to be cautious while reading this !!! thanks again !!!



Out of all the dreams she could accidentally show her children, El was grateful it was at least child-friendly to some extent. Out of all of the memories she’d had of Mike, at least it wasn’t her last of him.

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Come Back (Chris Evans AU)

Prompt: I came home from attending a relative’s wedding back in my hometown and you suddenly ran up to me and jumped on me and now we’re on the floor ok wow i didn’t realize we were this close ok um i miss you too?????
A/N: the ending is crap (it’s always crap goddammit)

Chris came back home from his cousin’s wedding in Boston still wearing his suit. He stayed there for half a week to prepare his role as one of the groomsmen. 

He looked a little unflattering compared to what he looked like when he attended the wedding. His hair was disheveled, his suit’s tie was sitting in the back of his car somewhere, and his feet were a little sore and his shoes were nearly beaten up from dancing with his sister who either is terrible at dancing or that stepping on people’s shoes is her hobby. 

The reception party ended at 2 in the morning, according to Scott, even after the bride and groom left to have their much needed honeymoon in Italy. Chris left the party at 10, wanting to be home before his roommate got concerned that he didn’t go home by the time he promised he’d come home.

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Celibate?

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 7 - Theme: Anti-Valentine’s Day

@just-another-busy-fangirl vs. @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin (BennyCasDeanSam)

Prompt: No thanks, I’m celibate.

Ship: Sam x Castiel

Tags/Warnings: Sastiel fluff, awkward Castiel, minor dry humping/making out, Sam says ‘No’

Summary:  Castiel finally gets the nerve to ask Sam on a date.  As things go well, he’s surprised by something Sam says.

word count: ~1400


Castiel found himself watching Sam all the time.

He watched Sam as he made his coffee.

He watched Sam as he ate his breakfast, as he found a comfortable chair in the library, as he read for hours.

Castiel really enjoyed watching Sam.

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Pride & Fear

This was requested by @jonnyarcher! I hope you all enjoy this! I got lost in this drabble, my bad lmao

Word Count: 647

Warnings: angst/fluff?

(gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns)

You were surrounded by criminals in the bar.  This was your first time going undercover.  You never had a chance prior to this to go undercover.  Not only did you have to be in here alone, you had to follow the kingpin into the back room, whenever he decided to show up.

You nonchalantly whispered into the wire that was in your bracelet.  “He should be here by now, may-.” 

Your words were cut off when the man you were here to see, grabbed your wrist.  A gasp was the last thing your team would hear before the criminal yanked the bracelet off of your wrist.  

“I knew a female would never be interested in my services,” he muttered in disgust.  He turned his head slightly to the side, but kept his eyes on you.  “She’s a fed.  You know how we deal with feds.”

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Growing Up

Fandom: Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments

Summary: The baby of the family is having trouble and often times he can’t be helped which cause some stress in the little family of four. 

Pairing: Malec x Max Lightwood-Bane x (Male)Reader

Requested?: Yes, 

Hello, could I if you dont mind Request a MalecxBabyMaleReader? The MR is 3-4 years old, who is almost deaf (he needs hearing-Aids), really shy and he cant walk properly on is own, so he have to be carried. Currently proplem is, that the MR has a very high fever, slighty strong nause & he just cries and throws a tantrum & nothing can calm him. Than family cuddle and yeah fluff! If not possible please tell! Also if there is something uncomfortable leave it out! Thank you & sorry for bothering you

bloodcat0, Thank you for requesting this awesome imagine! And sorry if I changed it a little, my mind goes to places. 

Word Count: 1390 Words

Published Date: May 26, 2017

Warnings/Knows: I put Max in this also because you just can’t leave that little boy out. I don’t think there is anything wrong that I should warn you, but if there is one you may tell me so that I can add it to this. Of course (y/n) would mean your name, but just in case.

“Be happy so long as breath is within you.” 

-Unknown.

Masterlist Request Requirements Fandoms



A sound of shattered glass echoed throughout the apartment. Alec sighs as he held (y/n) against his chest, rocking him as the boy cries very loudly that could be a competition against the commotion. Max was sitting on his and Magnus’s bed, staring up at him with his glassy eyes only jumping when surprising sounds suddenly came from downstairs. The things that the neighbor must think, he wouldn’t be surprised if they called the police. Luckily, he put the setting of the hearing aids down on (y/n), not wanting him to freak out about something else. This all started when Alec came home from his meetings and wanted to check on (y/n) as Magnus had fell asleep on the couch like the kids would have been. There he found out that (y/n) had a fever, though he accidentally woke the baby up leading to him crying at the discomfort of the illness. The cries must of woken the warlock up as well as Max because he ran upstairs, having Alec explain what had happened. But all he got as a response was the warlock leaving the room and started to do who knows what downstairs. 

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Fanfiction Aesthetics: Dramione

It was then that Hermione realized she’d been staring. She’d never spent an extensive amount of time studying Draco Malfoy in school, but now she could hardly keep her eyes off of him. Perhaps it was morbid curiosity that drew her in, watching the dark mark writhing on his arm, or maybe it was some sort of ill-placed hero worship from him saving her life. It didn’t really matter how her fascination started, just that it had, and now she found herself taking in all the small details as he sat across the table from her.

The most obvious one was his countenance. It had changed dramatically since the last time she’d seen him. Where he used to stand tall, proud and arrogant, he now hunched over, trying to make himself smaller as he stared blankly at the floor and worrying his lip to the point that she thought he might make them bleed. His fingernails, which she was sure had probably been pristine and perfectly manicured in the past, were now cracked and chewed to the quick, and there was a thin scar that ran just underneath his ear and along his jawline. 

There were also dark circles under his eyes that stood out against his pale skin, looking more like bruises as the sleepless nights wore on, and despite his clothes hiding his figure, she’d felt how thin he’d become when he’d held her back at the manor. She’d thought he’d looked ragged and worse for wear their sixth year, but this? This was so much worse. She’d never seen Malfoy this way and it truly unnerved her. 

He hadn’t seemed to notice her critical gaze as he pushed some vegetables around his plate. She’d seen him toy with his food in this manner the night before and he skipped breakfast all together that morning. She frowned as she suddenly realized the blonde had hardly touched any food in the two days they’d been there. She couldn’t help but wonder, “Why?”

He looked up from his plate, a puzzled expression on his face. “Why what?”

Snapping out of her thoughts, she felt herself blush as she realized he’d answered her. She hadn’t meant to ask the question out loud. “Um. I just wondered why you’re not eating.” She said after clearing her throat.

He frowned and let the fork fall onto his plate. “It isn’t like I’m doing it on purpose if that’s what you’re thinking.” He replied, eyeing her suspiciously. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve had much of an appetite.“

 “Is it because you defected?” She asked, curiousity getting the better of her. She could understand if he was concerned about his decision to switch sides. It made her anxious thinking about it, she couldn’t imagine how it made him feel. “Are you worried about jumping ship?”

”Oh, Granger. You really haven’t a clue have you?” He chuckled darkly. “It has nothing to do with my switch in alligences. It’s just that one seems to lose one’s appetite when most family dinners come with a show.” She stared at him in shock. Surely he didn’t mean- “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at a Shepard’s pie the same way again.”

She sat there speechless for a moment. She knew what he was insinuating and the very thought made her ill.  How many “shows” of violence had he had to sit through? And at his own table no less. It made her stomach churn and an overwhelming feeling of sympathy came over her. “I’m sorry, Malfoy.” She said softly, keeping eye contact with him as he cocked his head to the side. 

He stared back at her, seemingly scrutinizing her appearance in much of the same manner as she had his. Then those eyes narrowed a bit and he frowned, pushing his chair back from the table. “Save your pity for someone who needs it, Granger.” He scoffed, standing quickly and exiting the kitchen before she could respond. She stared at his barely eaten food and sighed. Well, it seemed that his need to have the last word hadn’t changed at least.

Originally posted by coupd


requested by anon who wanted a birthday in which the members wish to spend more time with Seuncheol who just wanted to be with his s/o

  • it was cute really
  • the boys whined and whined as they discussed Seungcheol’s birthday plans
  • ‘i want to spend it with y/n’
  • ‘This isn’t fair, she gets you the other 364 days. We just want one!’
  • ‘And the one you want is my birthday’
  • ‘Hey! You get her on her birthday’
  • you couldn’t help but smile at the boys who wanted to spend precious time with their leader
  • and with many whines and objections, it came down to a solution
  • A big party with everyone and a few other friends would be enough for the boys to handle
  • when they said big, you didn’t think it would be this big
  • Balloons everywhere you stepped, cans of alcohol was being set on every table, every chair was occupied and there was tiny space to move
  • It was a pretty small apartment honestly, but now it seemed even smaller
  • you settled yourself in the kitchen where it would be easy for you to gather drinks and snacks for the night
  • Across the room you made eye contact with Seungcheol, you could see as he stood up quickly, trying to make his way to you only to be dragged off by Jeonghan who pulled him to another seat to mingle
  • and it wasn’t boring for you, you talked and chatted with various people coming in and out of the kitchen, the occasional drunk person crying in your ear
  • but you didn’t feel any resentment towards the boys who wanted to just be with Seungcheol
  • and every time you caught gazes with Seungcheol, his eyes almost pleading for you to release him from the craze, you only grinned in response
  • even when it was time for the birthday candles to be blown out, and all seuncheol wanted was his hand around your waist as he let out some air, but instead, he held his hands on the edge of the table, blowing out the lit candles as you watched from the back of the room
  • you could tell he was pouting now
  • Every time he looked at you, he gave his signature puffed out cheeks and you smiled, waving at him who tried many times to greet you only to be cockblocked by someone with birthday greetings
  • Seungcheol’s birthday was almost over, the apartment stayed crowded but the clock was nearing midnight
  • Your legs were getting tired from standing, you made your way to Seungcheol’s bedroom, hoping to get some rest on his bed
  • You didn’t notice the giant figure following you from behind
  • When you reached the handle of the door, you were surprised to be pushed into the room, a shriek coming from your lips before the door closed and you heard someone shush you
  • ‘Cheol?’
  • His lips curled to his ears, ‘honestly, you’re the hardest person to get to in this crowd. I think i’ve said hi to everyone except you’
  • ‘You’re birthday’s almost over, the guys are probably looking for you’
  • Seungcheol placed his hands on your hips, his forehead pressed against yours as he peeked at the clock, ‘they have a lot of people to go through to find me. And besides, we have one minute until my birthday is over.’
  • his nose brushed against yours, breaths lightly felt against each other’s skins, your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, he kept his lips hovering over yours as if teasing you until they pressed themselves onto you.
  • lips moving slowly in unison, it felt like eternity as he secured his hands tightly on your waist, pulling you closer, asking for more until the door opened, light filling the room as Jeonghan stepped in
  • ‘There you are! We’ve been looking all over the place for you! We’re doing a cheers at midnight, we only have thirty seconds left’
  • Once again, you watched as Seungcheol’s pleading eyes followed you, Jeonghan’s hand wrapped around the collar of Seungcheol’s shirt as he is being pulled back into the crowd

@cassiesinsanity was like “I want a fic with Laura having a really bad day and Nat comforting her and then the kids climbing all over them and Clint coming home and being all…. MY FAMILY,” and then I was like “I gotta leave in an hour BUT LET ME WRITE THE THING.”

Here’s the thing, totally unedited because I have to leave in 19 minutes and i don’t have make up on yet WHOOPS. 

Clint’s surprised when he comes home to a quiet, dark house. There’s none of the usual music blasting from the radio while Laura puttered around the kitchen, Natasha belting out the cheesiest romantic lines in her direction while Laura laughed. No Lila drawing at the kitchen table, no Nate bouncing in his chair.

There is Cooper, who greeted him with a whisper. “Hey,” he said, “Mom has a migraine.”

Clint groaned in sympathy.  Cooper winced. “I know,” he said, “I came downstairs to get her more Excedrin. She started feeling bad around lunch and went to bed.”

“Where is everyone?” Clint wondered.

“Auntie Nat declared it ‘snuggle Mom time.’” Cooper grinned. “We’re all upstairs.”

“Aw,” Clint said. He followed his son upstairs to the master bedroom. The room was just as dark and quiet as the rest of the house. Natasha, Laura, Lila, and Nate were cuddled up on the giant bed. Lila is dozing, her tablet in her limp hands. Nate pulled himself up with a grin when he saw Clint. “Dada!” he declared.

Laura cracked her eyes open and gazed up at Clint from where her head was resting in Natasha’s lap. Natasha was lightly stroking Laura’s hair that fell across her temple. “Hey,” Laura said softly.

“Hey yourself,” Clint whispered back, “Here you have a migraine and it was declared snuggle time.” He pulled his shoes off as Cooper handed Natasha the glass of water and pill bottle. Natasha helped Laura sit up to take the medicine and then got her resettled. Cooper gently took Lila’s tablet from her hands before crawling into bed beside her.

Clint found an empty spot and scooped Nate up so he was tucked against Clint’s chest. “How’d I get so lucky to have all of you?” he muttered to Natasha.

Natasha stopped stroking Laura’s hair so she could press her hand to Clint’s cheek. “How’d we get so lucky to have you?” she declared. She stroked her thumb over his cheek and then moved her hand back to Laura’s head. Clint settled in for a lazy, dozing afternoon with his family.

Severus Babysitting Draco

           Severus stared at Lucius with an eyebrow raised. They were standing in the middle of the living room in Malfoy Manor and Lucius just asked Severus to do something that he never thought he’d hear come out of another person’s mouth.

           “You want me — to babysit Draco?”

           “Please Severus. It’ll only be for a couple of hours. Besides, he won’t be too much trouble. He’s only three,” Lucius sounded like he was on the verge of begging. Severus knew that Lucius was definitely not one to beg. Just like he’s not one to babysit a child.

           “Lucius…”

           Just then little Draco came speeding in from the kitchen towards Severus with no intent on slowing down.

           “Uncy Sevy!” Draco grabbed onto the bottom of Severus’ robes and started giggling.

           This startled Severus as he reached down to pat Draco on the head.

           “Fine — I’ll do it.”

           “Thank you Severus. I promise Narcissa and I will be back by five o’ clock,” Lucius bent down to pick up Draco. Draco didn’t want to let go of Severus’ robes and started to cry when Lucius pulled his grip.

           Severus already regretted saying yes.

———-

           “What?” Severus sat down at Lucius’ giant chair in the living room and looked down at Draco, who was now staring at him.

           Draco giggled in response and put his hand in his mouth.

           “Okay…” Severus had no idea what he should do with Draco. He’s never been asked to babysit and it’s not like Lucius gave him any detailed instructions on how to handle a toddler. He’s not even sure if Lucius even knows how to handle a toddler.

           “I hungy,” Draco grabbed ahold of the bottom of Severus’ robes again.

           “Hungry?” Severus shook his foot to try and get Draco to let go. “I guess let’s get you something to eat then,” He bent down and picked him up. Draco giggled again and grabbed onto Severus’ hair. “And I can see you have developed a liking for grabbing things, ouch — hard. Fantastic.”

———-

           “What do I even feed you?” Severus opened the fridge in search for something that looked remotely like something a three-year-old would eat. He had sat Draco down in his high chair at the kitchen table, but Draco didn’t seem happy to be stuck in the chair.

           “No chair! No chair!” Draco kept yelling over and over.

           Severus kept his attention at the fridge still in search for something for Draco to eat. When he came across some applesauce he sighed in relief.

           “Here — eat this,” Severus took a spoonful of applesauce and fed some to Draco, who was still trying to get out of his high chair, but he stopped right away after getting a taste.

           “Yummy!” giggled Draco.

           “Right — yummy…” Severus took another spoonful and fed it to him.

———-

           Draco finished his food quickly and was now ready to move onto the next activity. Severus was already dreading to find out what that would be.

           “Play wif me Uncy Sevy!” Draco grabbed onto Severus’ robes, once again, and tried pulling him out of the room.

           Draco led the way to his room where there were many toys to chose from. He let Draco run around as he looked around a bit. The room looked like a typical child’s room, except Draco probably had more toys than the average child. He definitely had more than Severus did growing up.

           “Play this wif me!” Draco picked up two stuffed snakes and motioned for Severus to take one.

           “I can see your father is really trying to push Slytherin House on you.” He said as he took the snake from Draco. Draco giggled and pretended to make the snake fly through the air as he made little sound effects to go along with it.

Severus sat down on the floor next to him and let Draco lead the way of the game.

———-

           “Draco? Severus?” Severus heard Narcissa call from downstairs. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was five o’ clock already.

           Severus had just put Draco down for a nap since he fell asleep while playing.

           Narcissa and Lucius walked into the room and saw Severus standing over Draco’s bed.

           “Ah — I see you both had some fun,” Narcissa smiled. She knelt down and gave Draco a tiny kiss on the cheek who was now cuddling his stuffed snake as he slept. “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble, Severus.”

           “He was fine,” said Severus. Narcissa smiled and left the room to go back downstairs.

           “See? Everything turned out okay,” Lucius patted Severus on the back. Severus turned his head slowly towards Lucius. “I know, I know — I owe you.”

           “Big time.”

           “Right.”

Secrets

Originally posted by lookatmewithlove

Imagine Happy having an old lady who’s a criminal lawyer, and a son that the club knows nothing about until they really need her help.

This was fun to write, hope you enjoy it!



“Shit,” Clay spat, tossing his phone across the bar. “That was Lowen. The court isn’t going to let her represent us on these gun charges. Says they inspected her, and feared she was too close with the club to defend us properly on a charge so serious.”

“Damnit!” Jax spat. “What the hell are we going to do now? Lowen has worked with us for years, she’s the only one that understands our club shit. Without her, we won’t get the trial pushed back, and I’ll never make it out of the country to save my son without being arrested first!”

“We’ll find someone else son,” Clay assured, squeezing his shoulder. “We’re gonna get your boy back, you hear me?”

“Yeah,” Jax mumbled, his head hung low.

Gritting your teeth, you stood from your chair across the room and approached the boys. You had always wanted to keep her a secret, never wanting to drag her into the club shit, but Abel’s life was on the line here. When push came to shove, the club always came first and right now SAMCRO’S back was against the wall.

“I know someone who can help,” you said, capturing all the guy’s attention. “Follow me, I’ll take you guys to her.”

You sat at your kitchen table, your leg bouncing up and down nervously. You had been with Happy for 7 years, and had a gorgeous 3 year old son with him. Happy had kept you and Riley a secret from the beginning. Nobody in Tacoma, or Charming had any idea about you. Only 3 of his Nomad friends knew you existed, because when the club went on lock down, Hap would have them take you and your son somewhere safe until things blew over.

Happy didn’t keep the two of you a secret because he was ashamed but because he loved you both so much. The club frequently got into heavy shit, and Happy was the guy who did all the dirty work. He knew how bad the blow back could be, and none of it could land on the two of you if nobody knew you existed. But Happy had also warned you that the club came first, and if a day came where they needed your help, part of being his old lady meant that’d he’d expect you to do it no questions asked.

Today was that day.

You blew out a nervous breath as you heard the bike engines die down in your drive way. You stood up from the table, heading for the front door.  As you swung it open, Happy and three other men came into view. Smiling slightly, you stepped to the side and welcomed them in.

“Brothers,” Happy’s gruff voice stated. “This is my wife, (Y/N), and that one over there playing with the blocks is my son, Riley.”

All three of the men’s jaws nearly hit the floor, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I see we’ve managed this secret pretty well then.”

“Yeah,” the man sporting the president patch, who you knew was called Clay, mumbled. “But why?”

Happy explained his reasoning for keeping you and Riley a secret, bouncing the giggling little boy on his knee while you made everyone a cup of coffee. Bringing each of them a cup, and Riley his sippy cup of apple juice, you took a seat at the table, across from the boys and next to your old man.

“So you’re a lawyer?” Clay asked.

“Going on 11 years,” you replied, nodding your head his direction.

“Do you think you could help us?” Jax asked, eyeing you. “Are you willing to help us? Seeing how you’ve made it a point to keep yourself out of the club’s shit for 7 years, I can’t see why you’d suddenly want in now.”

You grimaced at his words, and Happy growled, tensing up.

“Babe,” you whispered softly. “Why don’t you take Riley into the living room and play? I can handle this.”

“You sure?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt.

“Positive,” you replied, kissing him quickly. “Go on.”

Happy did as you said, lifting up your little boy and heading to the living room. You could tell he was uncomfortable by his posture; you had never seen him so on edge before. Especially not in your home. But you knew you needed to earn the club’s trust on your own, not by Happy demanding it.

“This secret wasn’t because I had harsh feelings for the club,” you said, returning your attention back to the VP. “Happy knows what’s expected of him, and the blow back his actions have can cause to his family. You of all people should understand his reasoning.”

Jax’s jaw clenched, your reply hitting home. “So you’ll help us?” He asked, forcing himself to be civil.

“Isn’t that what old lady’s do?” You asked, opening the folder you had prepared before the boys arrived, smiling warmly at the three in front of you.

“The court kicked Lowen off of this,” the chubbier man, who had introduced himself as Bobby, said, looking over at you. “If they do digging on you, find out your Hap’s old lady, they’ll kick you off as well.”

“They won’t find out,” you replied simply.

“How do you know that?” Clay asked. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because they’ll find no proof of it,” you shrugged. “Technically, Happy and I aren’t married. I don’t have his last name, and we didn’t put anything on paper. The rings and the title are just for show.”

“Why didn’t you guys actually get married?” Jax asked, resting on his elbows.

“For this exact reason,” you replied. “No marriage license, no proof that we are together. Nobody could track it back to us, and use it against us in anyway. No enemies finding out I exist, no cops badgering me with questions, and no court house or judge using it as a reason to keep me from defending you all.”

“So your boy? I’m guessing Happy’s name isn’t on the birth certificate.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, it isn’t. I have some papers typed up and tucked away in a safe, in case anything where to happen to me so that Riley isn’t taken from Happy, but he though it be best to keep that out of the system as well.”

“Must be hard,” Bobby mumbled, leaning back in his chair.

“Incredibly,” you answered. “But, it was how we compromised. Hap continue doing what he loves with the club, and keeps the ones  he love safe from it’s grasp. It made sense at the time. Now, tell me about this case, and what you need me to do exactly.”

You spent the next few days working with the club, and Happy even brought you and Riley to the club house to meet the rest of the crew. They had all taken to you rather quickly, and you earned Gemma’s respect due to the huge favor you were doing for the club, and the strings you were gonna pull to get her grandson back.

It wasn’t easy, but you managed to get the boy’s trial date pushed back by two weeks, and before you knew it you were seeing your old man off to Ireland, left behind with Tig, who last minute needed to distract the cops off the boy’s tail, and Jax’s old lady Tara.

Jax approached you, giving you a soft smile as you balanced Riley on your hip. “Thank you for this,” he said. “You’re a damn good old lady, I’m glad Happy finally brought you out of hiding.”

You smile in return, his words meaning more to you than you think he realized. “You don’t get to thank me until that baby is home safe, Teller.”

He chuckled, “Alright.”

He hugged you swiftly, and then walked away to go say his goodbye’s to Tara. Happy finished loading up the last of his things, walking over to both you and Riley.

“Hey buddy,” he mumbled, lifting Riley out of your arms. “You be good for mama, you hear me?” Riley nodded, smiling at Happy. “I love you, son.”

“Love you too, daddy.”

You chuckled, and Happy hugged Riley as tight as he could, kissing his head before placing him on the ground. Tara came over, smiling up at the two of you and grabbing Riley’s hand, taking him across the building so that you and Happy could have a proper goodbye.

“I’m proud of you,” his raspy voice spoke, pulling you in to him. “Everything you’ve done for the club; you didn’t question it. You just did it.”

“Isn’t than an old lady’s job?” You asked, smirking at him. He replied with a smirk of his own before leaning down, pressing a rough kiss on your lips.

“This doesn’t change anything,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “The club may know about you now, so eventually I’m sure a lot of people will, but don’t think for a moment that you and our son aren’t safe. Me, and any of these boys here, would die before something happened to either of you. They’re your family now, to.”

You smiled up at Happy. You had been scared when you first met the club, and when he first told you that you and Riley wouldn’t be a secret anymore. Especially when you found out that you were postponing the boy’s hearing so they could go and save Jax’s son, who had been kidnapped. You knew that even though it may not be any time soon, eventually, trouble would come knocking on your door.  But you also believed what Happy said. In the small amount of time you had known the boys, they had accepted you in with open arms, and Riley already had them wrapped around his little fingers. You could feel the love all through out that place. Strangely, you weren’t all that worried.

“I know,” you replied. “Be careful in Ireland, come home safe to me and your son. And bring that little boy back with me, got it?”

“Yes ma'am,” he replied with a smirk.

“Hap!” Tig shouted from across the way. “You gotta get going brother! Cops are on their way!”

“Shit,” Hap mumbled, giving you one last kiss. “I love you, (Y/N). And don’t leave Tara’s house, you hear me? You stay there until I’m back, neither of you go anywhere without the Nomads we’ve called down to keep watch on the two of you. I mean it.”

"Got it,” you replied. “I love you too, now go before you start that sentence in jail sooner than you wanted.”

Hap nodded, and rushed towards the rest of the boys, and you watched your new life unfold in front of you. Tara approached your side, Riley rushing up to you. As you picked him up, Tara grabbed a hold of your hand.

“We can do this.”

Balthazar x Reader - This heart will go home

Summary: Reader gets an unexpected visit from Balthazar while having a day off from hunting.

Word count: 2650

Warnings: none I can think of

A/N: It’s been almost a month since I first started writing it, but I hope you like it anyway

Originally posted by marshallfluffrandomimagines


“Tell me that you’re kidding Y/N!” Charlie shouted from the other end of the phone.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you replied after a short pause.

“IT’S NOT WHAT? It’s classic! It won 11 Oscars, Y/N come on!”

“Alright, maybe it is kind of a big deal, but you don’t have to shout,” you tried to make Charlie calm down a bit, but you knew it was almost pointless.

“Do you even have a TV set? Have you ever turned it on? How’s it possible that you haven’t seen the Titanic?”

“I’ve seen the first 20 minutes or so, if that matters to you,” you said.

“And then what?”

“ Well, I wasn’t alone and we had some more fun things to do. Let’s face it the movie is kind of boring.”

“MORE FUN THINGS TO DO? Y/N are you kidding me, OK, it’s not my favorite movie, but it definitely is something that every person has to see!”

“It’s on my list,” you said with a hesitation.

“Oh, is that the list of about 500 movies and TV'shows that you plan to watch before you die?” Charlie didn’t seem amused.

“Yep, that’s the one!”

“ When was the last time you actually watched something from that list?” you could almost see the smug grin on her face through the phone.

“Well, I can’t remember, but it was probably on this year,” you knew where this was going, but there was no way you could change the topic or make your way out of this conversation without Charlie winning.

“See, your list has no point whatsoever, you never watch anything from it! It’s already November,” Charlie won this round, you were defeated.

“Will you stop whining about it, if I watched it tonight?“you asked after a short pause.

"Weren’t you supposed to go on a hunt with the boys? Are just straight out lying to me?” Charlie seemed surprised.

“It is just a simple salt and burn, they thought that I can stay home.”

“Let me know what you think right after you finish it, OK?” Charlie sounded excited.

“I will, OK? Bye Charlie!”

“Let me know, bye!” she hung up.

Now you had about 2 hours before the boys left the bunker, so you went to the closest store to get some snacks for the evening. After an hour or so, you were finally back in the bunker. You helped the boys to do the last research and pack some things, then they left. After a few minutes of browsing you found a working link for the Titanic and curled yourself up on your bed. You had a huge bucket of ice cream on your nightstand, you thought that you’ll let it melt for a few minutes before you’ll start eating, but you couldn’t hold yourself back and you picked the bucket up and started eating right after you had placed the thing down in the first place.

A few minutes into the movie you noticed that you weren’t paying much attention. About half an hour later you decided to pause the movie and go and put the rest of the ice cream away. You pulled the covers off yourself and let out a weird grown when the cold air hit your body, the bunker was always so cold turning late autumn and winter. You quickly made your way to the kitchen and put the ice cream back into the freezer. You made a mental note to never eat ice cream turning such a cold weather again. The cold feeling hadn’t left you, so after debating over whether you should make tea or coffee, you turned on the kettle. You hadn’t had tea in a long time so you weren’t sure if you still had some in the bunker. It was obvious that Dean wouldn’t have drunk your tea, but Sam might have done that. After looking through the kitchen cupboards for a few minutes you suddenly remembered, that Sam had done the shopping, meaning that you had to also check all the places that were too damn high for a normal person. You took a chair and climbed on top of it. From there you stepped onto the kitchen counter and opened the doors of the cupboard. You saw a package that said “ green tea” on it and just as you had reached your hand out for it, you lost your balance and fell. You closed your eyes and we’re ready for the hard impact with the floor and probably also with the chair you had used for climbing. It never came. After a few seconds you opened your eyes in confusion, you saw a pair of playful eyes looking right into yours.

“You could have broken your spine,” Balthazar said as he placed you sitting onto the kitchen table. You jumped down right away and made your way to the cupboard that had teabags in it, once again.

“It takes a bit more than a small fall to kill me, what are you doing here Balthazar?” You looked at the chair that didn’t seem so stable anymore and then you looked at the angel who was standing in front of you. Before he could answer your question, you asked another one.

“Can you give me the pack of green tea? I wouldn’t like to break my spine.”

“Of course, you fragile little humans, sometimes I wonder how have you survived for so long in this world,” you turned around to get a cup and when you looked back, he was already standing very close to you with the pack of green tea on his hands. You took a teabag out from the box and turned around to add water to the cup.

“What are you doing here?” you asked once again.

“Visiting,” he replied, right after that you felt his hands on your shoulders. You got distracted, because let’s face the obvious fact, the angel of the lord was handsome. Suddenly you felt something burning your hand, with a scream you threw the kettle away. At least it landed in the sink, your hand hurt like hell. Because of the scream, Balthazar jumped back, it took him less than a second to understand what had happened. You had accidentally poured some boiling water onto your hand, it hurt like hell. Being a hunter, you were not used to showing your weaknesses, so you quickly threw your hand behind your back and held your breath. You knew that the pain would hit you ant second now.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Balthazar asked with a worried expression.

“It’s nothing!” you manged to choke out through your teeth. It was clearly understandable, that you were in a lot of pain, you took your hand from behind your back and looked at it for the first time after pouring boiling water on it.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled and looked at the blood red skin that was now covered in massive blisters.

“Close your eyes,” Balthazar said and placed his hand on yours, causing you to flinch because of the instant sharp pain. After that you felt something that you could only describe as a mild breeze. The pain was gone in a second. You opened your eyes and saw that there was no mark left from the burn.

“I could get used to that,” you mocked Balthazar, clearly blushing when you looked into his eyes.

“Stop it, tell me what would have you done, if I wasn’t here to fix you?” he asked you.

“Well, if I wouldn’t have been distracted, I probably wouldn’t have had to deal with the burnt hand,” you said and looked at your teacup, there was only a drop of water around your teabag, you carefully took the kettle from the sink and filled it with water once again.

“No, you get back to whatever you were doing before you started making tea. I’m not going to heal you again.”

“Hey, stop bossing around, I really want tea right now and I will get some,” you could not be stopped by an angel of the lord, who was trying to convince you from not making tea. The whole situation was ridiculous.

“No arguing about that, get back to research or whatever you hunters do to keep yourself happy. I promise, you will get your tea in a minute,” he said and lead you out from the kitchen by hand.

You walked back to your room and crawled back under the blankets, you didn’t feel like watching the movie right away so you took your phone. After some pointless scrolling you finally opened Messenger and wrote: “ I just got kicked out of my own kitchen by an angel of the lord because he thought I was not capable of making tea on my own. Is this the kind of world we want to live in?” The text was for Charlie, after sending it you noticed that she was last online 2 hours ago. After a moment of thinking you took your laptop and placed it in front of you, then you sent a picture of your cozy looking bed with your laptop on it to Charlie. And yes, I am watching the Titanic.  You put your phone away and started the movie from where it was paused about 15 minutes ago. In about 5 minutes into the film Balthazar walked in with a jar of cookies and a cup of green tea.

“Just as promised, a cup of tea and a little something I thought you’d also like,” he said and placed the things on the nightstand. “No research I see?” he asked.

“Nope, the boys gave me a day off so I’m having a cozy movie night by myself,” you said and took one of the cookies, “this is so good,” you added after tasting it.

“Yes, so I’ve heard. You’ve got a good taste,” he looked at you for a second and light grin spread across his face, “ could you move a bit? A nice, cozy movie night it is then!” It wouldn’t be the first night like that with Balthazar so you wiggled yourself a bit to the right so there would be room for him.  When it looked like he was comfortable, you pressed the play button. In about 20 seconds you heard a loud groan from your left.

“No, no, no! Y/N, you have an excellent taste in movies, what happened now?” he closed the laptop with a considerable bang.

“Hey, easy there celestial being, I have to be the one who buys a new one if you brake it,” you shouted.

“We are not watching the Titanic,” he pouted.

“Yes I agree it’s kind of boring, but I promised to watch it for Charlie and if…”

“Kind of boring? Kind of boring??? It’s a torture, I’d rather be spending some quality time with Lucy down in the cage than watch this,” he looked like he was about to throw up if he thought about the movie for another moment.

“It’s not that bad, I promised I’d watch it to Charlie,” you disagreed.

“ I should have still unsinked the ship,” he said under his breath.

“You should have what?” you asked because you thought you had misheard him.

“ Nothing, what are we going to watch then?”

“The Titanic, you can’t change my mind so easily!” you said it just to annoy him, your interest in the movie was about zero.

“I’ll tell you the plot, OK? I won’t let you torture yourself in that way!”

“Hmm… OK, but the details are important. She can tell if I watched the movie or not if I don’t know them,” you agreed.

“Good, so where do I start?” He grinned and gave you your cup of tea.

~~~Time Skip~~~

“… and then for whoever knows what reason he doesn’t help the girl onto the floating piano and she, half frozen as she is, drowns. He gets saved and lives for many many years.” Balthazar finally finishes.

“Oh, that’s random. If he loved her why didn’t she help her onto the piano?” you asked.

“Plothole, the movie is filled with them, it’s practically made out of them,” he said and took your empty cup from you.

The evening went on nice, the two of you were just talking and joking around. Suddenly you heard your phone buzz on the nightstand.

“Give me that,” you said and pointed at your phone. Balthazar gave you your phone and you saw a text from Charlie.

“Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on. Once more you open the door and you’re here in my heart and my heart will go on and on … So how did you like the movie? Wasn’t Kate Winslet amazing and hot as Rose?” you thought for a moment and then started typing.

It was good, I didn’t like the sad ending though. And Leo looked sooooooo good!” you sent off the text.

It’s amazing and yeah the ending is heartbreaking, I always cry,” Charlie replied in seconds.

Why is the girl always supposed to die?” you typed.

Boy*

Ermm… I’m talking about Rose, like why was she supposed to die,” you looked around for Balthazar, but he wasn’t in the room.

YOU DIDN’T WATCH THE MOVIE Y/N????

BALTHAZAR!"you shouted and heard some laughing from the living room. You jumped out of your bed and sprinted to the living room. The view would have been funny if you weren’t mad at him. Balthazar was laughing with tears in his eyes on the couch.

"Did you lie to me?” you asked and tilted your head. He started laughing even harder. After about another minute he was able to talk again.

“She even corrected you,” he trailed off and laughed again.

“That was mean, I made a total fool of myself!” you said and hit him.

“Ouch, well I saved you from that awful movie and that awful song,” he said and winked. You were about to say something again, but then an idea it you. You started humming and soon after that singing

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you go on

Balthazar shot you an unbelieving look. “You will not!” he said.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

“Shut up, this is awful. Not as throwing up worthy as that god-awful Celine Dion, but seriously you’ll give me nightmares!” he said and you shut up for a moment.

“You don’t sleep so you don’t have nightmares,” you said and sat down next to him.

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on

“You make me want to smite myself Y/N!"he said and you just grinned. "If you don’t shut up then this heart will go home!"he shouted.

Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

"Tell me that you don’t know any more of the lyrics!” he said with almost clear physical pain in his eyes. You just smiled.

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime And never…

You were cut off by his lips on yours, after a moment you gave in and kissed him back. When you finally pulled away from the kiss your mind was blank and you had no idea what just happened.

“Woah, that was uncalled for,” you said and blushed.

“Was it? I thought that this was exactly what you wanted when you didn’t shut up when I asked you to,” Balthazar said. You were silent for a while.

“Maybe,” you said and snuggled closer to him.

“Good,” he replied, “ maybe I should be thankful for not unsinking the ship.”

~THE END~

Yesterday I spent an hour+ deep cleaning the kitchen.

While I was making dinner Sebastian was mixing up some “potions” aka mixing a bunch of spices together in water. Grayson and Charlotte came to watch. Grayson knocked the cup down and spilled it all over the counter/floor/dishwasher.

Charlotte and Sebastian spilled a full cup of milk on the table/floor/chairs and into the living room because they were fighting about who was going to sit where.

Grayson sleptwalked and peed on the floor in the kitchen. (PS no one tells you that your child might be a sleepwalk pee-er)

Guess I just shouldn’t clean my kitchen anymore. It invites destruction.

Learning Experience |Vamp!Jisoo|

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Word Count: 1500


Jisoo looked up at the sound as Wonwoo clattered down the stairs. A smile emerged on his lips when he noticed the bruise that still encircled Wonwoo’s neck.

Wonwoo glanced over, walking towards the kitchen and pulling out a bottle of water, “What?”

“How are you doing, stupid?” Jisoo asked, leaning against the table with a smile.

Wonwoo glared at Jisoo, “Excuse me?”

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