you will be hungry again in one hour

Not Today

Request: Well I just got a good idea for a scenario. Could you write a smutty jungkook thigh riding one. Omg those thighs. Gracias. THOSE THIGHS.

I hope this is good! It’s kind of short. I can always add to it if you want! And thank you for requesting. I always love requests ☺

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smut 

Word Count:  693

You sat at your laptop, watching BTS’ new music video. You bit your lip, eyes glued to your boyfriend’s thighs as the maknae line, and J-Hope, danced together on the screen. Groaning at how attractive he is, you heard the door of your apartment click shut. “Hey, baby.” Jungkook said, kissing the top of your head on his way to your bedroom, but pausing when he saw what was on the screen. “Babe, stop watching that.” He laughed, his hand sliding over your shoulders as he continued on to the bedroom.

“Not today!” you giggled, standing up, hitting pause, and following him. He sat on the end of the bed, shaking his head at your pun while untying his shoes. “You just look so good in it.” You said, straddling him. He smirked, kissing you before standing up and sitting you on the bed. You pouted as he walked to the closet, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.

“Are you saying I don’t always look good?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he turned to look at you. You smiled, crossing your legs and leaning back on your hands as you looked him up and down.

“No…” you trailed off, giving him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. He laughed, leaning over you to kiss you again before leaving the room. You sighed, disappointed your advances weren’t working. Falling back onto the bed with a huff, you heard Jungkook out in the kitchen.

“Are you hungry, Jagi?” He asked, clattering things around.

“For you.” You mumbled before getting up and moping into the kitchen. He laughed as you hopped onto the counter, watching him cook.

About an hour later, the two of you finished eating and put everything away. Jungkook turned the TV on and was on the couch watching something as you “changed” in your room (you put one of Jungkook’s shirts on and took off your pants). When you came out, Jungkook bit his lip, eyes blazing a trail up your bare legs. You barely noticed as you watched the TV, confused by what he was watching.

“What’s this, Kookie?” You asked, standing there staring at the big screen. He shook his head.

“Nothing. Come here, baby.” You glanced over at him and casually walked over to the couch. Before you could sit down, Jungkook stopped you. “Hold on, princess.” He said quietly. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at him. His hands slid up your smooth legs, fingers hooking the fragile material and slipping it down your legs. He looked up at you as he leaned back, spreading his legs farther apart. He patted his thigh, signalling you to take a seat.

When you moved closer, he pulled you down onto his muscular thigh. Confusion washed  over your face as he smiled up at you. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you wanted me earlier.” Your face was burning up as you looked away. “Ride me.” He suddenly said in a deep voice, getting your attention. You snapped your head back to look at him, shocked at what he just said. “Come on, baby. I know you want to.” He smirked, pushing and pulling your hips. The material of his jeans felt amazing on you, causing you to moan softly. “That’s my girl.” He growled, moving your hips faster. Slowly, he started to let go as you rocked your hips back and forth on his leg.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly. You started moving faster, chasing that high. Your breath picked up as you got closer and closer. Your hands were in his hair as his fingers dug into the couch cushions, the friction of your knee on his crotch driving him crazy. Seconds later you caught up with that seemingly impossible feeling of release, finishing on his black skinny jeans (not that he didn’t have 5 other pairs just like them). You collapsed onto him, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh we’re not done.” He smirked. You sat up, worry and excitement filling you at the same time. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, plopping you down on the bed to begin the best night of your life.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Huddling for warmth or they'll die, sexual tension results -I can never get enough

I love this trope a whole lot, anon. thanks for sending it in! hope you like it :)


Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.

It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.

She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?

There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.

She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.

So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.

Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?

All of a sudden, the door opens.

She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.

“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.

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Mr. Barnes Will See You Now (9)

Prompt: 50 Shades of Barnes. VERY LOOSELY BASED!!!

Note: I do not own any of the characters or story line.

A/N: This part took FOREVER to come out guys and for that I am truly sorry. I ended up getting super busy with college assignments and then some other stupid and possibly regrettable in the near future stuff. But hey that’s life right?! I am going to try put up part 10 before the end of the week because y’all are such perfect readers!

Word Count: 1158

( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 ) ( Part 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Part 5 ) ( Part 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )

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“Healthy food is too expensive”
  • 1 Can of Tuna: 1.12€
  • 1 Onion: ~20 cents (don’t take the giant ones)
  • 1 Egg: ~20 cents
  • 1 clove of garlic: ~2 cents
  • 1 tbsp flour: <1 cent
  • 1 tsp salt: <0.1 cent
  • 1 tsp pepper: <1 cent
  • 1 tsp cayenne pepper: <1 cent
  • 1 tsp balsamico: <1 cent

dice the onions, cut the garlic, mix it all together, form into small patties, fry in a pan for 90 seconds/side and you have one whole meal for 1.50€

you can garnish it with a salad as a side, still won’t exceed 3€

on the other hand, when you go to a fast food restaurant you’re gonna pay roughly 10 bucks for a meal that tastes worse, doesn’t fill you up, doesn’t give you energy while bringing you near your daily allowance and you’re gonna be hungry again 2 hours later.

Learn to love your local product aisle

it’s ok to get fit

Goblin kdrama fan fiction: A Night to Remember

Synopsis: What really happened after that hot make out between Shin and Eun-tak when they returned to Canada. An unforgettable hot night shared between two lovers who reunited and defied age, time, and the gods. 

  • Pairing: Kim Shin x Ji Eun-Tak
  • Word Count: 2,568
  • Genre/Triggers: Mature, NSFW, Uhhh what else do I say??? lol

Disclaimer: Please do not redistribute or repost my works without my permission.

Story under the cut incase for those who are sensitive to this genre ^^

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The Saving Grace & The Leading Warrior: A Jason Scott Fan-Fiction (Power Rangers)

T W O: Within the Nick of Time

The delinquents from Angel Grove ran out the door as the bell rang signaling the end of Saturday detention.

No one was excited as I was as I sped out faster than everyone else, glad that I was out of the dreaded awkward silence in the school.

But my quick escape was stopped by Zack Taylor, the boy from detention earlier.

“Woah hold on wait a second!” shouted a frantic Zack. I stopped my decent down the stairs to look at him.

“Um… hi.” I scratched my arm.

“Hey, I saw what happened back there and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh.” I said quietly, looking down, “Umm… yeah I’m fine.” I shortly smiled as I faced him.

“Well good. My name’s Zack Taylor.” He took out his hand. I took a pause before reaching and shaking his hand with mine, “I’m Adelina Monet.”

“Nice to meet you. Since we have calculus and detention, I’ll see you around!” He smiled. And with that, he left.

I sighed and stood in my spot. I still have no idea why I deserve to be here. Before my next thought, I heard the doors burst open and I quickly jumped over the concrete staircase handle and hid as I saw a group of 5 teenagers I recognize walking down the steps.

“Adelina Monet is in detention with us!”

“What’s she doing in detention anyways? I’m pretty sure she’d never get in trouble at all.”

“Isn’t she on the dance team?”

“Where’s Zack?”

“Jason Scott being the hero from the shy girl getting raped.”

“Shut up. The douche was messing with her and obviously he needed to stop trying getting on her.”

“Ooooh, is Jason getting protective?”

“No. She was getting uncomfortable, I had to do something. Next time he does that, I swear I will beat the-”

Without precaution, I felt my foot move in a bush loudly.

“What was that?” I heard Kimberly say.

I quickly moved and sped away before I could get caught. When I felt safe, I walked straight home, which is at the bottom of the mountain on the edge of the forest.

Entering the house, everything is the same as I remember it. Dull. Dead. Silent. Only these three words describe it all when I’m here. It’s probably not like this when I’m not around my family.

There was a pregnant silence once I walked through the door of my house.

“Hello?” I called out. No one answered. I called again and there was still no response. Was there nobody home?

I wandered to the kitchen and found a notecard laying on the dining table. I picked it up and read it.

Adelina, your father and I went to go to Adam’s baseball game. We’ll be back before 9. We left you some dinner in the microwave. Be good sweetheart, I love you! -Mom

I sighed. Guess I’ll be alone for the next 5 hours. I wasn’t even feeling hungry and I’m not gonna sit around in this house alone.

We used to come camping here in the mountains all the time, back in the good old days. That was before my dad became so harsh, my mother in silence, and my young brother hardly ever talking to me, and I became a disgrace in my family’s eyes. So basically, before I started high school, everything was great.

I sighed, dragging off the old memories seeing this place brought me. Looking at this place reminds me of everything I lost. It’s all the same reason why my father and brother don’t ever bond with me anymore Thinking back on it, I could only wish to see why I broke this family and fix it all. But it seemed like they didn’t want to have a bother to start over.

shook my head. I have to stop thinking about these thoughts. I sighed for like the millionth time today. A part of me still hopes that I could change to please everyone else will come back and see if they’ll be happy with me. But that’s obviously never going to happen.

In one quick thought, I turned around still holding my bag, grabbed my headphones, and I was out of the house.

* * *

I needed some fresh air and at this time around, it gave me a lot to think.

I hiked up some trails to some mountains. After plugging in my headphones, wandered around as I reached a perfect spot overlooking all of Angel Grove. My spot, as I refer to it; a small clearing that has a perfect view of the whole city. It had some large rocks, which is generally what I sit on. Overall, it was a very beautiful place. It’s actually one of my favorite places to focus and clear my mind on. Despite as crappy of a town this is, the mountains are just so stunning. The only downside that could be considered is that it was next to the mine, so sometimes you can hear them working.

I settled down and pulled out some homework: Calculus, the worst class in existence. Nevertheless, I fiddled with my pencil, wondering when on God’s Earth am I going to need to know the derivative as the instantaneous rate of change.

spent a good half an hour sitting in the clearing writing poems, softly singing some tunes, drawing sketches of the clearing, and most of all, dancing. Dance is an only way where I feel my walls breaking out the stress. It leaves me feeling clean minded when I create my art through movement.

After a while, I felt like I needed to stretch so why not. I stood up and bended myself back and that was when I felt like I stepped on something hard. With my eyesight, I see a bright light glowing deep inside the ground. Full of curiosity, I kneeled down and slowly dug through the dirt. I grab the strange stone in front of me, it was a transparent pigment of purple.

It may be a pretty and pricey object but what the hell is this? I picked up the purple coin, turning it over in my hand. Interesting. I’ve never seen anything like it.

I started examining this stone until another sighting caught my eye. It was some cave in front of me. Slowly, I went through the cave and I turned down to grab my water bottle. But when my fingertips touched the bottle, I noticed something and stopped. The water… was moving like it does in the movies. Hesitantly, I reached out to grab it, and felt the ground lurch slightly underneath me. It was shaking and it had such a loud rumble.

I quickly jumped up terrified. I didn’t know what was going on but I couldn’t move. I froze to my spot and I’m strongly debating on whether I should run or stay still.

My heart raced at a super speed where I could feel myself heavily breathing at a fast pace.

I took hustled out and escaped this dangerous situation, but not a second once I felt some large forces slam into my back, causing me to fly out screaming into a deep rocky ditch where my body collided with the hard and sharp rocks and nasty soil.

And the last thing I saw were glowing lights, until the arms of the black abyss pulled me into a dark dark sleep.
Tyler Joseph Imagine *Fluff*

Tyler Joseph

“Tylerrrr,” I said, shaking Tyler to wake him up. It was always hard to get him up in the morning, especially when he had a long night the day before. This was one of those mornings.

“Tyler.” You slapped him lightly on the shoulder. Still nothing. 

“Tyler!” You slapped his shoulder harder this time. Not even a blink.

“TYLERRR!” You yelled and punched his arm super hard. He opened his eyes and shot up. 

He looked over at me and sighed in relief. “Oh, it’s just you. Good morning, babe.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I tried to wake you up, but you weren’t budging. I had to do what I had to do. Sorry, babe." 

You pecked him on the lips, got off the bed, and wandered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. 

The kitchen in the house connected to the living room, so you wandered into the living room. You sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. There wasn’t much on, so you went on to Netflix. You clicked on Supernatural and watched your favourite episode. Tyler wandered in and sat beside you, cuddling you into his arms. 

He was curled up into your side as you watched the episode, and it was the one about where Sam and Dean went to go investigate a teacher’s disappearance at a school, but found out that the students were having a play about their life, but with a few things off. The Fanfiction episode.

It was your favourite episode, but Tyler doesn’t watch Supernatural, so he just ignored the TV and cuddled you in his arms as you watched the episode. He nibbled at the crook of your neck, but you didn’t mind, plus it wasn’t too distracting. It did tickle, though.

"Tyler? Babe? Please stop, I’m trying to watch the episode,” you kindly asked him, touching his arm lightly.

He nods his head but keeps doing it.

“Babe? Babe, please,” you said to him, looking him straight in the eyes, but then he bit his lip and you knew exactly what was up. 

“Tyler, do you just want to cuddle with me?” You asked him, pausing the episode. He looked you in the eyes and nodded. You sighed, then got up off the couch and went into you and Tyler’s room, Tyler following you like an adorable lovesick puppy.

You hopped onto your bed, which you shared with Tyler and he followed suit. He cuddled you into his arms and kissed your forehead over and over again.

“Y/N?” He asked you.

“You looked up at him as a sign for him to say what he wanted to say.

"I love you.”

You smiled, the three simple words making your time with Tyler 500× better.

“I love you too, Tyler.”

He kissed you once again on the forehead, and you two cuddled for hours, until one of you eventually had to get up because they were hungry.

And the person who was hungry definitely wasn’t you.

Hey guys! This is just a small, short filler fic whole I work on the next fic. The next one is going to be long af, just a warning. Also, I have nothing against Jenna (I personally really like her) but yeah, so, here ya go!  

(At the current moment, requests are closed, but once I finish my next few fics, they will be open again!)

What Do You Know About Babies? (Sherlock x Reader)

A/N: My first ever Sherlock fic!! I’ve loved Sherlock for a very long time and just recently finished Season 4!! I love the idea of Sherlock taking care of Rosie for John! A quick warning though, SPOILERS!!! This does kinda take place between the events of The Lying Detective and The Final Problem! I wanted Rosie to still kinda be a baby instead of a toddler like she is at the end of The Final Problem. I hope you enjoy it!! xx

Warnings: SPOILERS, flustered Sherlock!, protective Dad!John

Notes: Words in italics are flashbacks.

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

You hadn’t known Sherlock Holmes for very long. You met him when he came to interrogate you about the murder of one of your colleagues. ‘A Deadly Lesson’ Dr. Watson had called it. A rather funny name for the case of the dead professor. You were a professor as well, a professor of English Literature. 

You remember meeting Sherlock Holmes all right. You caught his attention fast. He’d met people like himself before. Typically they were criminal masterminds or a sibling, but never someone who “teaches books” as he put it.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” the gray-haired detective inspector said warmly, sticking out a calloused hand. You shook it and smiled kindly at him. “I’m Detective Inspector Lestrade, and this is Sherlock Holmes, the other detective I mentioned on the phone.”

“Yes, I’m Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to meet you Miss…” the tall, curly-haired companion of Lestrade’s said, also sticking out a hand.

“Dr. (Y/L/N), but (Y/N) is just fine, Mr. Holmes,” you responded, shaking his hand in turn. He looked taken aback by the title of doctor but whipped out his cellphone and began to text. “Coffee, Detective Inspector?” You reached for the pot of coffee behind you.

“Oh, no, I already…” he began to say before you cut him off.

“I know you already had some. You had some black coffee at the office hoping to wash away the bitter taste of last night’s one night stand with something even more bitter. Clearly, it didn’t work. So how about some good coffee to replace the bitterness?” Lestrade stood stunned and out of the corner of your eye you could see Sherlock smirk, never taking his eyes off of his phone. 

That was the first and last time you met Sherlock Holmes. He was very kind, rather attractive, and undoubtedly clever. He solved the murder that day. You were impressed. You had read the blog but to see it happen in person was very impressive. He reminded you of a detective novel you had read when you were younger. Who was it by? Sir Aaron… Andrew Conan… Oh, it doesn’t matter. 

You met Sherlock Holmes two weeks ago. You never expected to get a text from him of all things. Perhaps a call to your office but how he got your cell number was beyond even someone as clever as you. 

It was about 7:30 PM on Friday night. You were settling down into your comfy chair with a cup of tea and Hemingway. Your phone lit up on the end table. That was odd. You had just moved to London at the beginning of this school year and hadn’t made any friends close enough to text you on a Friday night. 

You placed a slip of paper in your book and picked up your phone. 

Help me. SH

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Wait What

 A/N: Here’s the Lucifer one, the Chuck one will come out tomorrow! To everyone wondering about the au, I talked to @dacianamusik23 a what au they wanted and for Lucifer it’s the “you can hear your soulmates voice in your head” au with a twist! 

Request:  Lucifer soul mate…. Chuck soul mate….AAAAHHHHH!!!! My body is ready!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

All thoughts are in italics!

Originally posted by louislumbarcurve

Everyone loved their soulmate. That was it, an unspoken rule that was a must for everyone. Of course you could be angry with them or disgusted, but deep down you always had to love them. 

Yours seemed to want to test that theory. 

Every second of the day was agonizing. Having your soulmates thoughts stuck in your head every second of the day was agonizing. If you were with your friends and you gave so much as one little thought on something they said a snide comment would hit back. Tests you had to take in class were never fair because your soulmate seemed to know everything. The worst part was when you had to sleep though, because that’s when your soulmate wouldn’t shut up. 

Well to be fair he never did but it was amped up then.

But every class was the same. The teacher would be talking about something, for example the second world war, and your soulmate wouldn’t shut up about what “really happened”, which consisted of demons and angels and vampires and all these different creatures. More than once you had to tell him to shut up.

You just barely made it out of high school without punching a wall and thankfully he grew busy enough that he didn’t talk to you every second once you started college. As thrilled as you were about having the time to yourself, you did occasionally miss his voice. 

Then your last year something changed. It was like you woke up one day and realized that everyone in your class knew their soulmate, had met them and was married or engaged. You weren’t in a rush to get married if you even wanted to, but you really wanted to met him. It was that situation that actually left you up at night wanting to talk to your soulmate and not just staying up because you were forced awake by his constant yammering.


It was shy, nearly questioning if he was there. The response was instant, it was uncommon for you to initiate talking.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

You sighed, feeling better once you heard his voice. Everything from your body to the air seemed to relax and you let your eyes close. Meeting wasn’t something you had talked about before and you were hesitant to bring it up. Wouldn’t Luci have said something by now if he wanted to meet?

“Have you ever thought about meeting?”

There was only silence for three minutes and seventeen seconds, you had been watching the clock. The time alone was all the information you needed for a response, but Luci responding didn’t make it any better.

“It’s not safe.”

That would always be the answer and it would always hurt.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

Lucifer could tell you were sad, even without saying anything. If Lucifer knew it would be safe, that you - his soulmate - wouldn’t become target number one for every hunter, angel, and power hungry demon out there, then he would meet you. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to meet you, the only creature of any form strong enough to be the soulmate of the devil himself. 

Initially Lucifer tried to say something, explain himself like he did the first time you asked when you were six years old. You didn’t respond and after a few hours he knew you were asleep. He would just have to try again in the morning.

Hours later Lucifer tried talking to you, waiting for a response. The hours turned into days and soon enough a month had passed and you hadn’t directly talked to Lucifer. It pissed him off, he didn’t outright reject you, just wanted to keep you safe. At least in the past you gave him a chance to explain himself.

At some point he just couldn’t think about you anymore, at least as much was possible. He was finally out of hell and had to get Sam to say yes to being his vessel. After that he just had to take care of Michael and then he could find you. It was that simple.

“I love you.”

It was sudden and words you had never heard Luci say. You had been at school all day, complaining mentally about all the paperwork you had. After a month and a half of not talking to Luci, you finally caved. As annoying as he was, you couldn’t ignore him forever because he had grown on you.

Then the message came that day. It was a big rule that Luci never said the word love in a real way. Jokingly he would say it, but never with a meaning. This meant that something was wrong and instantly you were out of your seat, running from the classroom so you only had to focus on Luci.


You stared at your watch and counted as the minutes went by. At ten minutes you tried again.

“Luci, I swear if this is one of your jokes it isn’t funny.”

Seven minutes went by.

“Dammit Luci, come on!”

Three minutes and thirty seven seconds went by.


There wasn’t a response.

Years went by in silence. You weren’t sure how many, after three you stopped counting. All you wanted was to hear Luci’s voice one last time, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Now you spent your days at a desk job from dawn to dusk, ignoring all the soulmates you could so you didn’t have to think about yours.

It was agonizing for Lucifer. Being stuck in the cage was a new form of hell, no pun intended, that he hadn’t expected. Day in and out he could hear your thoughts and couldn’t respond. At first it was pure torture and he was glad that Sam was stuck with him so he had no chance to talk to his soulmate just like Lucifer couldn’t. Then he got out and Lucifer was left to hear you cry over the thought that he was dead.

Years after it was just heart breaking. No thought or mention of Lucifer passed your mind until night. A very quiet “goodnight Luci” would be it and then you would be asleep. For years Lucifer tried to scream back, tell you he was there and give you shit for thinking he was dead. He wanted to laugh and say it was all a prank, win you back and meet you, finally see your face.

Then the impossible happened. A crack in the cage. His first thought was you, but there was no response. Whatever it was that kept Lucifer from talking to you was still in place and his only bet was to get out.

That’s where Sam Winchester came into play.

After a few mind tricks, Sam was back at the cage and ready to play. It was good enough that Sam showed up, but when Castiel and Dean appeared in the cage it was like Christmas for Lucifer. After a bit of convincing and fighting, Lucifer was out and in Castiel’s body.

Not the best looking vessel he’d ever had and surely not what he wanted you to view him as, but he wasn’t going to complain. Much.

“I’m back baby.”

It was mocking, joking, almost like this whole thing was a joke. That’s how it had to be done though, right? For you to believe that he hadn’t abandoned you it had to be a complete joke.

Lucifer waited for the reply and it came only seconds later.

“What the literal fuck?”

So maybe Luci wasn’t dead! Maybe your soulmate, the man you loved to death and lost for years of your life for some reason he had yet to explain, wasn’t dead! Oh, and he wanted to meet you! 

See, this is why you thought he was testing the limits of how much a soulmate could love their other half. (There was no way you would say better half like most do because there was no way in hell that Luci was the better half of this duo.)


“You unbelievable asshole, have you been around this whole time? How did you get your thoughts to stop? No, I don’t care, Luci you can’t just say I love you and then say nothing.”

“Can I speak?”

You thought for a minute, not sure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say. He didn’t seem to care and started talking anyways. 

“I’m coming to see you, I’ll explain everything when we meet.”

Wait what.

“Wait what?”

“I’ll see you in twelve hours.”

“Wait what!”

Twelve hours later you were hiding in your apartment. There was no way Luci could find you, he didn’t know where you lived and what you’ve done in the last few years, or you didn’t think he did. Really anything seemed possible now, but finding you was unlikely.

You were in sweatpants and a loose shirt from your college days, a bowl of pasta in front of you as you watched some documentary on birds. As the narrator mentioned their feeding habits, your mind was miles away. For the last twelve hours you had tried to get Luci to talk but to no avail. He was gone again, he had to be because there was no way could show up out of thin air.

A knock on your door dragged your attention from the tv. Every ounce of your being was telling you not to open it, and you listened as you stayed firmly planted on the couch. The knocking started again, this time repetitive with no end.

“Open up (Y/N).”

You screamed at the sound of Luci’s voice, at the fact that he was right outside and you were seconds from meeting your soulmate. Quickly, you turned the tv off and set your pasta down. Making our way to the door, with encouragement from Luci, and stared through the peep whole. 

Outside stood a man that looked nothing like a Luci if you were being honest. Hair a dark brown and eyes of a puppy dog, you were positive this wasn’t your suggestive and annoying soulmate. Still you opened the door, staring at the man.

“Hello?” You said. A smile spread across the mans face and he stepped into your apartment as if he owned the place.

Oh yeah, this was Luci.

“Nice apartment,” the man, Luci, said. Your nose scrunched up.

“You don’t sound like yourself,” you said. Luci let out a laugh and turned to face you.

“I’m not myself.”

Hours later and your mind was blown. Hunter, angels, demons, everything he had talked about was real and you were speechless. Even who you were looking at right now, Castiel as Luci - Lucifer - had called him, was an angel. Of course you wouldn’t have believed any of this if it hadn’t been for him showing you his - Castiel’s - wings and healing a cut on your hand you got earlier that day. 

Now you were just sitting on your couch, head in your hands as your mind raced at a million miles a minute. All Lucifer could do was sit across from  you, staring at you with Castiel’s face with an expression that looked so uncommon for the original man.

“So…what do you really look like?” You whispered.

“Oh, you know, blinding light and loud screeching voice,” Lucifer laughed. You leveled a glare on him before sighing.

“What do you typically look like?”

Lucifer smiled at you and looked down at his body.

“Why, you don’t like this?”

“This isn’t you,” you argued. Lucifer smiled at you.

“Blonde hair, boyish good looks, the longest-”

“Oh my god, I’m stuck with a child,” you laughed. Lucifer rolled his eyes but gave a smirk as an affirmation.

It was silent again for a minute and then Lucifer sighed, standing from the couch. You followed his action and looked at him worriedly. You knew this meant he had to leave. As much as you wanted him to stay forever, it really was dangerous for him to stay around you for to long.

“I’ll be back in a week,” he promised. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him. The hug was only reciprocated for a minute before he pulled back and headed for the door. You followed behind and stopped just as he stood in front of your door.

“Bye,” you said. Lucifer only gave you a smile before disappearing without even opening the door. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the couch, sitting and picking up your pasta, turning the tv and documentary back on.

“Hey Luci.”


A blush crossed your cheeks.

“I love you too.”

Guardian Angel - Part 3 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4


Jimin yawned, barely stifling the noise with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around yours. You were still lying in your bed, stuck somewhere between a dream and the harsh reality of consciousness. For hours, Jimin had sat there, his legs long having gone numb, but he couldn’t bare to part with you for even a few moments as he adjusted himself. He figured he could sit on your bed next to you, but he feared that he might fall asleep, and lose sight of you again. He’d had enough of that.

“Poor kid,” Namjoon muttered, adjusting his jeans so they weren’t as uncomfortable when he sat. He was gazing down at the scene before him, of his young friend and his companion that he never got to appreciate. “Do you think the usual will happen?”

“Dunno.” Yoongi said, lying on his front on the edge of the rooftop. His two limbs dangled lazily, precariously, off the edge of the building, blinking at the light from Y/N’s room.

“I hope not. Maybe the Ancients should stop punishing people for making simple mistakes. We’re not human but we used to be; it’s in our nature to fuck up sometimes.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Jimin doesn’t deserve to suffer like this and it’s not like Y/N’s done anything wrong, I mean-”

“Uh huh.”

“-Since Jimin was sent down here I’ve been checking in - without his knowledge of course - just to see how his progress was going and I focused on Y/N too -”

“Of course, yeah.”

“-And she’s a genuinely good person. Have you ever seen someone so dedicated to save the bees? I mean, look at her balcony garden! A metropolis for them!”

He gestured down into the random flower pots, bursting with the bright colours of fuchsia, golden tones, splashes of green.

“Wow,” Yoongi commented, brows raised slightly as he took in the sight of Y/N’s explosive garden. “We need to take notes, the Garden upstairs is looking a bit drab recently.”

“Right? And in any case-”

“Are those wildflowers or…?”

“I think they’re wildflowers, yeah. They look too unplanned to be anything else. Obviously I’m not the plant expert but, uh-”

“I might take some seeds up for Hobi, he’d love them.”

“Yoongi we were talking about Y/N.”

“Oh, no, yeah, of course, sorry, carry on.”

Shaking his head softly, Namjoon fell silent, still staring at the scene in front of him. Jimin had finally moved from what looked like an uncomfortable position to lying down on your bed next to you, and he tenderly wrapped an arm securely around your middle. Namjoon’s heart shattered into pieces at the gesture of adoration Jimin showed you, and it was further crushed into pieces when he remembered what was going to happen to you. He loved Jimin like a brother and to see him go through such pain was almost too much for the angel.

“Where is Jin?” Yoongi asked.

“Showering for his date, why?”

“Does that not bother you? That your charge is seeing another man?”

“Not as much,” Namjoon said, kicking his legs out slightly, watching the skyline of the city. “He’ll realise soon enough. I can wait for him.”

“Man. Sounds shit. I’m glad Hobi realised immediately we were made for each other.”

Feeling a twinge of annoyance, Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah; unfortunate that he died the next moment, then, isn’t it?”

“Not cool, man. Not cool.”

They lapsed into silence again, Namjoon staring at the young angel lying on your bed with you wrapped closely into his chest, ignoring the dried tear tracks running down his face.

“Jimin?” you whispered, dawn creeping gradually across your face through the curtains that you had failed to shut last night. The man’s arm was heavy across your upper torso and he was incredibly hot, his body heat making you start to sweat. “Wake up.”

You nudged him slightly, but that only made him whine gently in his sleep, bringing you closer and nuzzling into your neck. Immediately, as always, your heart beat started to race and a blush spread up your neck and across your face. Catching your breath momentarily, you thanked your rarely lucky stars that the boy was unconscious and didn’t notice your sudden embarrassment at the physical contact.

He never seemed to notice your infatuation anyway.

“Jimin,” you tried again, throat completely parched and burning. “Wake up!” you nudged him again, slightly harder, and this time his eyelids fluttered and he groaned, low and deep in his throat.

“What?” he muttered, his free hand coming up and rubbing his eyes. He blinked, looking around the room and his eyes blearily roamed over your face before they shot open and he leapt out of your bed like he had been electrocuted.

Feeling slightly hurt from the way he had jumped away from you as if you had the plague, you shuffled slightly further up the bed and brought your covers up to your chin.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, staring at you as if he couldn’t believe you were in front of him. “Are you… Feeling okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so. I’m a bit warm but I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? No queasy stomach?” He moved in closer again, placing a hand against your forehead and then the side of your face. “You feel… Fine?”

“Yeah,” you said, bewildered by his sudden fussiness. “Jimin, what is going on?”

“Nothing! Nothing, it’s just… You were ill last night so I thought you’d be ill for a few days maybe, I don’t know…”

He looked around the room, as if looking for somebody to help him explain his bewilderment and erratic actions, but his eyes fell on you again. The sun spread across his face as his eyes scrunched up in the brightest grin you had ever seen on a person before, and he bound forwards, arms enveloping your body in the tightest hug he had ever given you.

“J-Jimin?” you questioned, slightly confused but returned the hug all the same.

Sure, you had exchanged hugs before but there was something about this one, and how tight and secure it was, that immediately made you blush again.

You could hug him forever.

“Thank God. Oh, thank fucking God. I’m so- I’m so thankful,” he muttered against your head, stroking your hair slightly. “I was so worried about you, you were so sick, Y/N.”

“I don’t really remember.”

Neither of you made any move to leave the hug and you were completely content to bask in his affection for the rest of your life.

But of course, that was unrealistic and he pulled away. Expecting him to let go of you completely you were taken completely aback when he placed his lips against your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek before drawing away.

“God…” he whispered, pulling away to stare you in the eyes. He kissed your forehead one more time before smiling brightly again and hopping out of bed. “Are you hungry? I could cook you breakfast! Actually no I’m a terrible cook, I’ll order in! No wait!”

He paused in the doorway of your bedroom, about to leave the room at a hundred miles an hour.

“We could eat out for breakfast! My treat,” he turned to smile at you again. “I’ll leave you to get ready and stuff, and then I’ll take you out.”

“Oh… Okay?” you questioned, not sure how to react to the speed of his actions.

“Wear something nice for our date! I’ll go home and get ready and pick you up in half an hour, okay? See you!”

You sat in the mess of your bed covers, staring at the bedroom door that shut behind him.


“I haven’t eaten so well in so long.” Jimin moaned, leaning back in his seat and massaging his stomach. You laughed, flicking a raspberry at him across the table.

“You need to stop abusing your roommate for food, Chim. He’s human too. You need to learn how to cook for yourself.”

“Could you teach me?” he asked, leaning in close across the table and fluttering his eyelashes dramatically. You laughed again, shoving his face away from yours slightly.

“Sure, you pitiful man,” Sighing happily, you watched him pick up his drink and start to take a mouthful. “So… How are things with Mina?”

Your heart ached as you asked the question, but watching Jimin’s cheeks start to burn and the way he spluttered on his drink as he thought about her answered whatever questions you had about him and her.

“M-Mina? What about her? Has she said anything?”

“No, she hasn’t. Why? Did something happen?”

He stared at you across the table.

“Because, uh, she asked me a while ago if you had shown an interest in anybody and I said you seemed to like her. I’m-I’m sorry if that’s wrong, but I see in your face the way you feel-”

“Wait- Wait, okay, stop-”

“But it’s okay, Jimin! It’s okay, because she likes you too and I was wondering if she had said anything, but apparently not. Maybe you should say something to her?”


“-Oh, that’d be cute. Suddenly confessing to her,” you stopped to think for a while, a smile spread lazily across your face as you imagined the words Jimin would say to you if you were the object of his affections. He was a poetic person; anything he said was sure to be romantic. Thinking about Mina suddenly, and how good they looked together, made your smile fade into nothing again. “She’s very beautiful. You made a good choice, Jimin.”

“But I don-”

“-You don’t have to deny it to me, Chim! I see the look in your eyes when you mention her, or when she walks in the room. It’s like all attention you could possibly have for anything is focused on her.”

Jimin wanted to cry. He wanted to stand up, bringing you with him, and shake you and shout at you until you realised that it was you and it had always been you and he would die for you and fight for you and work for you - He would do anything for you.

But you were still talking about how perfect Mina was for him. You were still talking about how somebody other than you was suited for him even though he knew that the two of you, sitting together in some crappy diner that wasn’t good enough for you but it was all he could afford on his wage slip, were cut from the same fabric that the universe had weaved together and he would do anything in his power to make you see this.

He would do anything for you.


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Please // c.h

Originally posted by jessmairano

credit to the original owner on this gif

Requested: yes

Pairing: Calum x Reader

TW: Eating disorder.

Description: When Y/N is having a ahrd time, Calum will always be there for her.

You stared at the TV with an empty look as you sat in couch beside Ashton, who was munching away on a big slice of pizza. Calum was sitting between your legs, eating as much pizza as possible before it was all gone. It must have been the fourth time the boys had gotten pizza this week. Being on tour was apparently not the healthiest thing. Calum leaned against your knee, as you gently let your hands fumble with the curls on his head.

“You’re not gonna eat, Y/N?” Michael questioned and held the box towards you. You smirked while shaking your head no, your stomach twisting at the despicable question.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumbled and kept caressing Calum as the X Factor-judges taunted another contestant out of the room.

“You haven’t eaten for six hours?” Luke said with raised eyebrows, chewing on his pizza. Calum turned around to see your face, making your hand release itself from his hair.

“One slice,” you murmured and took the slice of pizza out of the box with a fake smile. Everyone turned to the TV again, as the next contestant sang magical. You took a bite of the greasy food and immediately regretted it as soon as your stomach turned around. The grease dripped down your finger, making you frown. You hadn’t eaten pizza in forever and it just seemed wrong to be doing it now. As soon as the whole slice was down your throat, you felt wrong. It seemed like you had gained ten pounds as you sat in the couch, watching the guys pressing in six slices of pizza each. You bit your nail, as Calum leaned back between your legs, before you flew up from the couch, making your boyfriend dunk his head.

“I have to go on the toilet,” you excused yourself, as you hurried to find the bathroom. You knew what you had to do, and you were actually just waiting for it to be over, so the guilt would stop. So you would finally feel better.

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That Night, Part 2

Part One

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: kissing, curse words, innuendos

summary: “Seriously, why can’t the boy tell the difference between being a casual fuck and a sweet boyfriend?” in other words, they’re both confused and attracted to each other. which results in lots of tension.

this is garbage and you probably shouldn’t read this but please read it! this is probably a mess because 1. i didn’t have time to proofread it, 2. i don’t have friends to proofread it for me, 3. i didn’t want to read it again because it was horrible ( @papahamilton here you go!)

words: 2038 (remember when i said the next parts will be longer? i meant what i said, y’all)

Claire, bless her, seemed to take it as a positive answer. She beamed and exited the room.

Amused, Lin leaned against the wall and folded his arms. “What’s up?”

“I’m good,” you replied shortly, avoiding looking at him directly in the eye. The awkward silence stretched on until the other writers began filling up the room.

“So, I’ve been working on this demo for the opening song,” Lin said. “Claire’s already approved it, but I’m open to all suggestions and criticisms.”

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customer service/retail gothic
  • you clock in. you look at your time card and realize that you never clocked out. you’ve never clocked out. you’ve always been here.
  • a short woman with a screaming child says she wants her latte steamed to exactly 200 degrees fahrenheit. you explain that you can’t do that, it’s against store policy. her child screams louder. “i want to talk to your manager” she growls. you stare at her blankly. the manager went on lunch four hours ago and never came back. 
  • it’s black friday.
  • every day the mannequins are wearing new outfits and are positioned in new poses. no one knows who changes them. no one asks. has that one always been looking at you?
  • service with a smile. you’re always smiling. your face hurts from it. the sides of your mouth are cracked and dry. you try to relax your face, nothing happens. you’re always smiling. 
  • the buzz and hiss of cheap fluorescent lighting has wormed it’s way deep into your brain like a hungry parasite. it’s always there. you can never hear yourself think. 
  • you were supposed to go on break an hour ago, but no one ever came to cover for you. you page again. you were supposed to go on break five hours ago. no one ever comes. 
  • the greeter at the front door is always the same. a blonde twenty-something with dead eyes. you think her name is pam. she never notices you, only customers. 
  • you’ve forgotten your name again so you look down at your name tag and realize you forgot it again. who are you?
  • one girl got fired a few weeks ago for talking back to a customer. you saw the missing posters with her face on them this morning. 
  •  “this isn’t what we ordered.” you look down at your notepad. you do not recognize the ancient symbols you scribbled down.
  • you having been ringing customers for hours. you look at the endless line of people. they are all the same. they are all buying the same thing. they all have the same empty eyes.
  • you lock the doors and are ready to leave but strange lights begin to glow inside the store. you could swear you turned everything off. you double checked. you blink and walk to your car and think about what to eat for dinner. 

Word Total: 875…  

Request: Anonymous asked: Could you do more with your last little Drabble, maybe Cassian teaching the reader more Spanish through her pregnancy… it was just too cute!!! Maybe she even names the kid something she learned???

Pairing:  Cassian x Reader


Y/N smiled at Cassian softly pushing his thigh with her toes. He looked up from his datapad and raised an eyebrow. “What is it this time?” Cassian asked putting his datapad away. Y/N beamed at him and patted her stomach. “You’re hungry, again? You ate two hours ago” he declared, Y/N pouted. “Don’t look at me like that”

“I have to eat for two people, Cassian. This was your fault too, takes two people to make a baby, thank you very much” Y/N said patting her growing belly. “Now bring me food or I’ll bite you” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Pregnant women are more dangerous than the entire Empire hunting you” K2 declared observing the scene from one of the corners of the small room. “The percentage of cannibalism is very high” Cassian rubbed his face and Y/N gave a thumbs up to K2.

“I’ll go get you something” Cassian finally gave up and stood up from the small sofa. Y/N clapped but stopped when Cassian turned around to look at her. “I am not bringing you nothing sweet” he said, Y/N opened her mouth and quickly shut it when he looked at her with that eyes. “The doctor said is not healthy for the baby”

“Dad hates us”

“I do not” Cassian said, “Fine, I bringing it” Y/N beamed and Cassian sighed.



“What does Luna mean?” Y/N said looking over Cassian’ shoulder, he was reading a report from one of his informants. He glanced at her and said nothing. “Lunatic, does it have to do with─?”

“You, yes” Y/N turned back and tried to bend down, her fingers grazed the wrench. She cursed under her breath. Her belly was on her way, “Do you need help with that?”

“K2” Cassian warningly, K2 raised its metallic hands in surrender. “Could you stop fighting like children?” he said turning his head to look at Y/N, “Luna means moon, happy?”

“How do you say happy in Spanish?” Y/N said standing up, she put her hand on her lower back. It was started to hurt a little, exercise for a pregnant woman is a big no, no.

“Feliz” Y/N tried the word, Cassian nodded with a small unpredictable smile. “How do you say, I am?”

“Soy” Cassian answered

“Soy feliz” Y/N said putting her hands on his neck, kissing his bearded cheek. “Te amo, Cassian” she whispered in his ear.

“Yo también, te amo eres como la luna que brilla en una noche sin estrellas” Cassian said in Spanish, patting her hand that was on his chest.

“Tienes cara de papa” Y/N said with a giggle

“You’re not going to stop with that, are you?” Cassian sighed rubbing his face in frustration. “I am not going to teach you more Spanish”

“No, please. I was joking. How do you say, K2 is stupid” Y/N said glancing over her shoulder.


“Please, Cassian. I love you forever and ever” Cassian put his head on the back of the sofa and groaned.

“K2 es estúpido” he pinched his nose as he says it.

“K2 es estúpido y tiene cara de papa”

“I have a question about the human anatomy of a pregnant woman?” K2 asked raising its hand, Y/N turned around and groaned. Cassian rolled his eyes and nodded. “They leak like robots?”

“Leaking? What in the name of the gala─” Y/N felt something wet on her naked toes. “Cassian, I am breaking”

“Don’t listen to K2, Y/N” Cassian calmly turning back to reach for his datapad. “May I─”

“My water broke, Cassian!” Y/N said in exasperating hitting Cassian at the back of the head.

“Water breaking, the hydrogen bonds between molecules require─”


Y/N growled as another contraction hit her. “Y/N, are you trying to break my hand?” Cassian complained as Y/N gripped his hand. “Take a deep breath─”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Cassian. Silencio, por favor” Y/N gritted her teeth as her entrails hurt like nothing before. “Mierda, mierda” she chanted as the pain increased every second.

“Here is your little girl” the droid nurse said handing Cassian the small bundle covered in a pink blanket. With trembling hands he took the small baby in his arms. “Call if you need anything” the droid added rolling out of the white room.  He nodded looking at the baby. Her cheeks were red and she was yawning.

“She is very beautiful” Cassian said with tears in his eyes, the small girl opened her eyes and gurgled, her tiny hands opened and closed trying to reach him.

“Luna” Y/N whispered looking at Cassian talking to the baby in Spanish. “It’s a beautiful name, isn’t it?” she said with a tired smile.

“Mi pequeña Luna”

Luna- Moon

Soy feliz- I am happy

Te amo- I love you

Yo también, te amo eres como la luna que brilla en una noche sin estrellas- I love you too you’re like the shining moon on a starless night

Tienes cara de papa- You have a potato face

Mi pequeña Luna- my little moon

anonymous asked:

quick! post the last thing you've drawn that you haven't already posted!

someone bathe this boy. (what a spontaneous ask you’re lucky i had something presentable haha!)

Don’t Run ~ Jack Maynard (Requested)

Request: Can I please have an imagine where Jack Maynard and the reader go to a party and Jack’s ex is there and she’s all over him, so the ready gets mad and leaves so Jack has to find her??

Word Count: 3,169

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, I could honestly write about Jack all day…I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated. 

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Opposite Day (Carry On Countdown Nov 25)

So, this is an AU in which Simon gets kidnapped instead of Baz. Also, he comes back before Baz’s mom comes through the veil. I hope you enjoy! @carryon-countdown


Baz knew his friends were staring at him. He also knew they suspected he had completely lost his mind. Neither of those things really mattered to him at the moment however. Simon Snow, his roommate and permanent pain in his side, had been gone for weeks.
At first Baz had enjoyed the absence, finally sleeping with the windows closed and waking up at reasonable hours. After a while though it freaked him out. He began to suspect that Snow might be off doing secretive chosen one business with the Mage. Eventually however, Baz realized that he might not ever see Simon Snow again. For some reason this idea bothered him.
He looked up at Dev’s concerned face.
Dev pointed to Baz’s plate. “You haven’t eaten anything.”
Baz rolled his neck painfully. Lately he’d had trouble sleeping without Snow’s constant snoring. He attempted to feel the hunger he knew must be there but couldn’t.
“Not hungry, I just need to think.”
“About Simon Snow?” Niall sneered.
Baz frowned. “He could be a real threat if the Mage has him lurking about the old families.”
“Or he could have dropped out.” Dev supplied.
“Or he could be dead. Ever think of that?” Niall spat.
Baz’s hand froze around his water cup. He hadn’t considered the possibility of Snow being anywhere else except by the Mage’s side. But he supposed it was possible Snow was trapped somewhere or, like Niall had said, dead. He felt his stomach dip nervously.
Baz was surprised at his own reaction. What did he care if Snow had gotten himself killed? One less nuisance for Baz to worry about. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of the gnawing concern unfurling in his chest.
At that moment he heard a cup shatter across the room. Baz turned to see Penelope Bunce staring openmouthed at something at the front of the room.
Simon?” She whispered the name, but Baz’s sensitive hearing picked it up easily.
He swung around to see Simon Snow walking with his head down. His clothing was torn and stained in places. He looked much thinner than Baz had ever seen him and his curls were plastered to his forehead with sweat. Baz realized in disgust that Snow must have run directly here instead of cleaning up after returning from who knew where.
Snow rushed up to Bunce and crushed her into his arms. It was a strange sight as Snow usually shied away from Bunce’s maternal touches. Baz watched with a kind of nagging irritation as Snow cried into her shoulder.
“Penny…I had to see you…right away.”
“Simon where have you been?”
Snow’s eyes searched the room and landed on Baz. His expression was unreadable but his focus was unmistakable.
“I can’t talk about it right now.”
Baz was on his feet before he could even think about it. He strode over to the little reunion and pushed himself in front of Snow.
“Why not Snow?”
He looked around warily and leaned into Baz’s ear.
“Try to be discreet. Do you want them all to know?” He hissed.
Baz felt himself go cold as he realized what he had done. Without thinking, he’d entered a conversation from across the room. Nobody with normal hearing could have done it. A vampire could though. But why would Snow protect him?
He shook his head and sneered, backing away from Snow.
“Whatever happened to you…it wasn’t my fault.”
Snow looked down. “I didn’t say it was.”
Baz wanted to yell at him for being away so long. To demand to know why Snow couldn’t talk about where he’d been in front of Baz. He wanted tot do all of this and a whole lot of other things he couldn’t put his finger on.
Instead he did none of them.
“Well, welcome back Chosen One.”
He stormed off and threw the dining room doors open. Simon Snow might be the one to kill him some day, but he would never get the better of Basilton Pitch.


Simon walked into their room very late at night. He had spent most of the day debriefing Penny and Agatha. The rest he had spent actively avoiding his roommate. Quietly he settled on his mattress, still not having changed out of his raggedy summer clothes.
He hadn’t been able to tell Penny anything in front of Baz because it had been his Aunt that was responsible for his disappearance. For weeks he had been trapped in a basement and tortured by various Pitchs and Grimms. Fiona herself had only in kidnapping him from the train, she said she didn’t like the idea of torture but she wouldn’t stand in the way of the old families’ orders either.
So Simon had retreated into himself during all of the pain and darkness. They had used a dead spot so that Simon couldn’t go off. This had unfortunately meant that Normal torture methods were necessary.
When it had gotten really bad Snow had thought about Baz. Not because he blamed him or hated him. No, Simon had thought of Baz so he could try to keep himself together. To stay whole.
He thought about the way Baz walked confidently through the halls, how his black hair spread like ink spills on his pillow at night, and he thought of his cruel grey eyes.
Simon had thought he might be forced to endure beatings from Baz, that they might include the Pitch heir in their torture games. But they hadn’t. After a while Fiona had slipped in, grimaced at the work they had done, and set him free. He didn’t understand why but Fiona Pitch had given him a second chance.
And it had been clear earlier that Baz had no clue what had been going on. Simon was relieved by this. It wasn’t anything really, Baz would’ve probably been overjoyed if they had included him. But still, it meant that for a little while longer Simon could pretend.
Pretend Baz cared.
Pretend they had a chance to live through this.
Pretend that loving Baz would prove to be anything other than tragic.
Simon shut his eyes and felt the hope and pain rattle through him all at once. For some reason his tormenters had never caught on. If they had wanted to break him all they needed to do was tell him the truth.
You’re in love with Baz Pitch and he’d burn you for even thinking you had a chance.
But they hadn’t done that. So Simon looked once more at the snarky boy across the room and fell asleep for the first time in a long time feeling hopeful.

I Don’t Understand That Reference
Characters: CastielXReader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1146

Summary: AU* – Y/N is a solo hunter rescued by the Winchester brothers and now living with them at the bunker. Working an intriguing case, her relationship with the fallen angel Castiel blossoms into something more than friendship - but is their love strong enough to survive the next apocalypse? AU note* - Cas has never been human in this universe. Fluff except for chapter 7 which is pure smut and can be skipped without losing anything of the plot.

Chapter 6

The angle of daylight had marched across the window steadily as the hours melted away - Cas’s shadow shifting along the floor as he stood silent sentinel garnering what information he could on angel radio. You’d had your head buried in religious texts all day, trying to find something, anything, that might help. You were discouraged time and time again as one promising insight after another ended nowhere. You glanced down at your phone – Sam and Dean would be at least 10 more hours. There was nothing to do until they arrived. Either you would figure something out, or you’d die trying. Either way it would be together. Fed up, feeling cooped up and hungry, you slammed your laptop closed and pushed it across the table in disgust.

Sliding back in the chair, you rubbed your face wearily and stood, grabbing your jacket, “I need some air.”

Before you could reach the door, Cas stirred from the window and blocked the way - planting his hand firmly against the door, his voice gravelly, “I do not think it would be wise to go out.”

You met his stern gaze, and pressed your hand tenderly to his chest, “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to go.”

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My Emergency Room Travel List

My last reblog had a list of emergency room hacks and I thought I should post a thing about what I bring with me and maybe it will help someone or something.

1. Any medications I’m on. This one is obvious. Nurses in triage need to know and they’ll get sassy if you don’t know.

2. Wallet/health card/insurance information. Also obvious.

3. Sweatpants. Suck it up. You’re in emergency, no one looks good. Also, you will likely be there for many hours in a waiting room so if you can be comfy, DO it.

4. An extra big jacket and/or hoodie. To use as a blanket when you get tired and decide to nap because 7 people came in with severed arms and all got bumped ahead of you (hypothetical, but inevitable situation).

5. Snacks. Again, because wait times. Hospitals don’t generally have access to much food or even a vending machine and if you’re going to be there all day, you’re going to get hungry. My favorite snacks to bring are granola bars, cookies, a small bag of chips, or other foods that are pre-packaged and store well.

6. Water. For snacks and general thirst. I find hospitals incredibly dry. But that is also because I live next to the ocean and anything that isn’t soaked in seaweed is “dry.”

7. Phone. For talking to the people who care about you and for entertainment.

8. iPad/Tablet/book/music/FUN. This one should also be obvious, but I cannot count the number of times I have overheard people complaining because they’re bored in emergency. You are bored. In the emergency room. Be thankful you’re not dead. Plus, most hospitals have free Wifi and I can hear you bitching about your ill preparedness over my Netflix. So stop it.

9. Headphones. For blocking out the unprepared.

10. CHARGERS. The only thing worse then bored people are people who are flipping shit because they forgot their charger and their phone is dead. Waiting rooms have outlets. They are literally for waiting. Charge that shit while you wait.

I realize that the e-room is often not a planned thing, so it can be difficult to have all these things. But if you have time, these are the things I have found most helpful and least annoying to bring. They make the wait times a lot more bearable. Plus, it’s reassuring to have some of your personal belongs in the event you get admitted. I have watched an entire season of a show on Netflix in an emergency waiting room. You never know how long you will be.