"You know Austin, right?" Maddy asked. "Like Austin show Austin?" You asked in return. Maddy nodded. "Yeah, that guy. I got a DM from him today about another Love or Host, he wants me to do." "Ah." You said. It wasn't uncommon for Maddy to make an appearance on that particular show - she had been friends with Austin for a good while, and was one of his go-to's when he needed someone to participate. "Who for?" "One of those Minecraft guys, I don't know." She shrugged. "Anyway, Austin said he was short on participants, and I told him that I had a hot roommate who might be down for it, so I wanted to ask if you would consider hopping on for this one." You pursed your lips. "When is it?" "Couple days. Friday night, I think around like 7?" You pushed off the bed, going over to the corkboard that housed your entire life - sticky notes pressed into the shape of a calendar, each labeled with a number and a list of things you had to do that day. You glanced at Friday's note - mostly empty, except for a few online classes in the morning. If you wanted, you could probably do it. You looked back at Maddy. "You can tell Austin I'll do it." She perked up. "Yeah? You will?" "Yeah." You said, pulling down the sticky note for that day and writing down 'Love or Host - 7' at the bottom of the list before sticking it back up, pinning it in place. It wasn't that big of a deal really. They just needed another person to participate - and going on the Austin Show was always good publicity. "Awesome." Maddy said. "Trust me, this is going to be so fun."

(y/n) who was wrongly accused of a crime had been put in a shitty prison. Her cell being underground not really allowing her to see much from outside, only through a small window with iron bars letting her see the feet of people who walk by and the chatter of the town, but the town has resently been turned upright when someone new comes along. -- Basic info-- Reader is she/her (sorry) and this is like a- an- ummm- au?? i- just think like kings, queens and yes- - i am so tired, i literally started writing this at 4am - !!!!! Art by @/JLemongrass on twitter !!!!!

❝ it's okay to be afraid of the monsters, it's just not okay to let them win ❞ { criminal minds } { no set season }

They say first impressions are the most important part of meeting someone new. Lucifer's first impression of you was a little unorthodox to say the least. He met you, handcuffed to a desk in the LAPD, your lip cut and knuckles bleeding, a proud smile on your lips and a careless laugh in your voice. Some might think you were insane, others would steer clear. Lucifer, however, he found you all the more intriguing because of it. Needless to say your first impression was a lasting one. (Cover made for me by @VEXEDVIXEN-)

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The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

David Rossi Fanfic After solving a rough case, all you want is to go home and forget the past few days. Only instead, you wind up at a local bar with your Senior Agent, David Rossi. After a night filled with passion and need, you start to find yourself gravitating toward him, as you both choose to spend your nights in each other's arms. Female Reader

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

It's a mystery how exactly you got to the point that you owe the devil himself so many favors. You won't tell a soul, and he seems to enjoy keeping the reason behind it all a mystery. So if the Devil tells you to jump, you ask how high. If the Devil tells you to run, you ask how far. If he tells you to follow him, then you will, all the way to hell and back.