(maybe not so young anymore but still)

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.2

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

A/N: Plz read the first part, if you haven't already. This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4


“Do you wanna see what happens when you try to trick a demon?”

His dark intimidating eyes are staring directly into yours, making you feel like you’re his prey. His grip on your chin is stern, and you feel as if there is no escape from him. You’re drowning in his musky cologne, which makes you close your eyes in a haze. How were you supposed to get out of this? He literally caught you in a lie, and you could tell by his voice that he wasn’t too happy about it.

His grip on your chin slowly increases in pressure, causing you to panic.

“Y/n……….” he purrs. “I asked you a question, and I’m feeling extremely inpatient.”

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Tom Holland Imagine - I Have Questions

request: tom imagine on the song I Have Questions - camila

a/n: based very loosely on the song I Have Questions by Camila Cabello. i love this song sooooo much but it’s so sad

word count: 1542

masterlist: (x)

tagged: @pakistaaani

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Originally posted by coffee-with-a-hint-of-fuck-you

“What are you doing here?” you asked him as he stood on the doorstep of the house the two of you had bought together five years ago; the house you had made a home together, filling it with happy memories which you’d hung in mismatched picture frames on the walls over the years - these picture frames were now shattered in tiny pieces across the wooden floors of the house after your fit of rage the night he left; the house which was now filled with an eerie silence and the ghosts of your once perfect relationship; the house he’d abandoned you in five nights ago after giving up on your relationship.

 “I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes tearful. “I didn’t… I never meant for it to be this bad. Please let me in, I just want to talk about it.” You were close to slamming the door in his face, but you resisted. The temptation of welcoming him back home was too strong. The hope of him changing his mind, going back on his word, was still there.

“I have questions for you,” you said, finally opening the door enough for him to enter. “Is it my fault?” you asked sitting on the coffee table in the lounge as Tom sat on the sofa he’d picked out eight months ago after he redecorated the lounge as a surprise while you were away working.
“No,” his face softened slightly. “No of course not. It’s not you, it’s-”
“It’s not you, it’s me,” you finished for him. “Really? You’re gonna use that bullshit?” Tom hung his head, almost in shame, realising how pathetic his clichéd excuse was. “Why, Tom? Do you even care about any of this? Do you care?” you gestured to the house around you, tears pricking at your eyes. “Why don’t you care about this life we’ve been building together over the past decade? Why don’t you care?”

Almost ten years ago, you had met Tom at a mutual friend’s birthday party and the two of you were smitten with one another instantly. You’d fallen in love with him fast. He’d seen you at your worst, and you’d seen him at his; when things didn’t seem to go the way either of you had planned in terms of your careers, or sour friendships, or just life in general, you always had each other to come home to. He was the only constant in your life, even if he was travelling throughout most of the year for his job. You had had rocky patches in your relationship in the past, of course, but neither of you had ever walked out before, never even threatening to do so. 

“You took your ring off,” his breath hitched in his throat as he noticed the engagement ring he’d given you three years ago wasn’t in its usual spot on the fourth finger of your left hand. You nodded as you bit down on the inside of your cheeks to stop the tears from spilling. Tom rubbed his hands over his face, the skin of his hands catching on the stubble he hadn’t managed to shave. 

“I couldn’t look at it anymore,” you said quietly. It was upstairs, in the drawer of his bedside cabinet, in the box it had came in when he bought it. You’d only brought yourself to take it off last night. Keeping it on had only reminded you of what you once had, and it kept a niggling thought in the back of your mind that he might come home and tell you it was only a joke, that he wasn’t really leaving you. 

“Is there someone else?” you finally asked the question you didn’t have the courage to ask him the other day. It had been your first thought when he announced he was ending the relationship. He didn’t flinch at your question, not bothering to even lift his head up to look at you. “Oh God,” you exhaled shakily. Your chest felt heavy, knowing his answer without him having to say a word.
“It’s not what you think,” he said bluntly.
“Yeah, well, it never is, is it?”
“Let me explain, y/n, please.”
“I should’ve never ever trusted you,” you thought aloud. “Ten years, Tom. Ten years we’ve been together. Why don’t you care?”
“I do care.”
“No you don-”
“Yes, y/n. Yes I fucking do care. Why do you think I came back here, huh? Why do you think I’m talking to you in here rather than upstairs packing my stuff?” Tom sounded angry, his voice raised. His jaw was tense, and the vein in his temple was slowly becoming more prominent. His fists were balled in his lap, his knuckles turning an ice white. “I care. I care too fucking much,” he spat. “It’s killing me.”

“How long have you been cheating on me?” You asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.
“It’s not… I wasn’t… I’m not..” he stumbled over his words.
“Answer the damn question, Tom!”
“Four months,” he whispered. He lifted his head to look at you through teary eyes. “I’m sorry.” His voice sounded desperate. “Babe. Baby, please!” he called after you as you stood from you seat on the coffee table and left the lounge. 

He followed you into the kitchen as you hurriedly tried to escape him. As he grabbed your wrist you turned to face him, brushing him off of you. He was crying now, sobbing even. Whenever you had seen Tom like this, you’d kissed him and held him in your arms, comforting him until he calmed down. But you couldn’t do that now, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t wipe away his tears. 

“After everything Harrison went through when Rachel cheated on him. You know how much that ripped him apart.” Six years ago, Harrison’s ex-girlfriend, Rachel, was sleeping with another man, and it had been Tom that had walked in on them. Of course, he’d told Harrison straight away, and he and Rachel had broken up, leaving you and Tom to pick up the pieces of Harrison’s broken heart. You’d both cried with Harrison, his misfortune paining you and Tom equally. You’d promised neither of you were ever to go through anything like that again. “Please, Tom. I’m waiting for an explanation.”

Tom took a deep breath to try and steady his racing heartbeat. His left hand rubbed at the skin of his right arm fiercely, a nervous habit he had picked up. With shaky hands, you wiped the tears from your cheeks, watching as he fidgeted under your gaze.

“I stopped seeing her,” he told you. “I know that doesn’t make it any better. I know. And I thought it would be okay, I thought I could just forget about it, like it was just a blip in our relationship. We’ve been together for almost eleven years, y/n. That’s a long time.”

“It’s not an excuse.”
“I know that,” Tom was sombre, his heart was heavy with sadness. “It was last year, the end of July. I… I ended it just before Christmas. I thought that if you never found out it would all be okay. And it was. We were so fucking good right after it, don’t you remember, baby? It made me realise how much I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you, babe. The, uhm, the affair just proved that to me. But then I kept having dreams of you finding out, and it made me feel so guilty and it was eating away at me. I just couldn’t put you through that. I thought that maybe if I ended it, with no explanation, I thought it would save you from heartbreak.”
“I gave you all of me, Tom. My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears. Everything. You know everything about me. I thought I knew everything about you too.”

“It’s been killing me,” he continued. “It’s killed me thinking of you alone in this house. I thought I at least owed you explanation.” His eyes followed you as you took a seat at the dining table, both of you unsure of what to say. “I love you,” Tom concluded. “I love you so much. I still want to marry you, babe. I still want to live in this house with you. I still want to start a family with you. I still want all of the future we planned together. If you’ll let me?”


“No,” you said, shaking your head.

“No?” Tom questioned, his voice wobbling. “I’m your soulmate, y/n. Don’t you remember what we used to say? We’re so lucky we found our soulmates so young because we have so much more time to spend together. Don’t you remember? You’re my soulmate. My fucking soulmate. I don’t want this to end. I can’t leave you. The other day, it was just the guilt, I know I needed to tell you. I needed to come clean. But we can try again, right?” He was almost begging you now. “We can forget about all of this. It’s just a bump in the road. You’re still my soulmate. This doesn’t change the fact you’re my soulmate.”

“Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates anymore, Tom.”

so the beach was less a paradise, more hurricane backwash.
so the afternoon sped straight on into the pitch-black night
spent together, but apart. so you drank the witch hazel
and shattered the screens but their face was still there, burning,
burning,
burning. 

throw in the towel.
burn the poems.
there’s no love so good that you can’t grind it out
like an old cigarette. 

you chose ‘now’ and maybe it should have been ‘never’.
who cares.
start again.

drink out of bottles, not people. shatter the cup. use the pieces
to cut your brake lines. set the whole car on fire, if you have to.
you’re not in the desert anymore.

lick the wounds.
fuck the earthquake.
howl at the moon.
run for cover.

you don’t have to be a poet in order to say,
save yourself.

we are still young and still foolish and still writing about our hearts,
but they were never meant to be eaten.
—  THE POET RETRACTS HER EARLIER STATEMENT WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE, by jones howell
Just the Three of Us??

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Bucky, out of all the beautiful women in the world, chose you and you can’t manage to wrap your head around it. Therefore, internal and external conflicts emerge.

A/N: A bit sad…cause I was feeling a bit sad…


“Cassie! Macie! Are you ready?!” You called up the stairs. You heard the thumping of tiny feet and your 4 year old twin girls came rushing down the stairs.

“Coming mommy!” They both said in unison. They hopped down on both sides of you immediately holding your hands.

“Look at my girls! So beautiful!” Cassie wore a yellow princess poofy dress and Macie wore a black princess poofy dress, “Now we’re ready for a party!”

“Do you think Bucky’s gonna be there?” Cassie asked as you made your way outside to the car.

You chuckled, “It’s possible,” you tell her. You and Bucky had been dating for a little over six months now. It was an unexpected thing, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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PSA for Young People

So many of you already know that I’m a chef.

In my kitchen, there’s a cook who’s my youngest one – 24. He cooks as a day job while he pursues his dream of being a musician. I have no disillusions about why he’s here: he’s here to make money to support himself while he chases his real dream. 

So imagine my surprise when he comes in and seriously asks me what it takes to become a sous chef (an assistant manager, basically).

Confused, I ask him if he wants to become one; I already know that his dream is to be a musician. He looks kind of down and says that he’s been talking to his mom lately about having a “real future,” and he’s worried now about not having a back-up plan. He was a few credits shy of a two-year degree in psychology when his mom got sick and he had to back out (couldn’t afford the debt). He usually seems pretty happy with his life as a cook who does gigs by night, so I’m a little worried at the downcast expression on his face.

I’m almost 30, now, and I remember being in his position. At 22 years old, I was aimless and a constant worry to my own mother, who wanted me to finish school. I mostly went to culinary school just to shut everyone up about how I was throwing away my future.

I now have 100k’s worth of debt for a degree I didn’t even really want in a field I feel very little passion for. My passion is writing and art, and no amount of forcing myself to care about the culinary world actually inspired me to do so. I care enough to do my job well, because now I have to keep making money in order to pay back the debt I racked up trying to find myself.

So I told him to sit down, and I told him about what little I’ve managed to learn about myself in the last 10 years.

Maybe this can help some of you younger ones out there, too.

1: College is a sucky and fucking expensive place to find yourself. 

Getting away from your parents and becoming an adult is a pretty amazing rite of passage, but doing so at the cost of tens of thousands of dollars a year ends up just creating problems for yourself later that you’re going to wish you’d had the foresight to avoid. 

I sat him down and I asked, “How much did college cost a year?”

“Twenty four thousand,” he said.

“And what would you major in, if you went back?”

He looked lost, and I shook my head. “Don’t go to school until you know the answer to that question.” 

$24,000 a year? To SEE if you want to pursue a major or not? To see if that’s a good “back up plan” for your dreams? That’s too high a price – because it’s not just money you’re borrowing, it’s years of your own life paying that money back.

2. Debt is a prison you’ll be trying to escape your entire life. 

Eighty thousand dollars of debt for a bachelor’s degree – if you hate the major you chose, congratulations, because you’re essentially stuck doing a job in that field for the next twenty years in order to pay back the money you borrowed to get that degree you didn’t even really want. 

The debt forces you to get a job. Having a job forces you to find shelter and food. You then have to pay bills. You need a way to get to work. More money.

You’ve basically assembled a prison for yourself because you were scared of the future, and now you have a future you hate. That fucking sucks. No amount of security is worth the unhappiness you’ll feel doing a job you can’t stand and watching your real passions wither away and die – passions you now have very little time to focus on.

3. Fuck your parents. That’s harsh, but hear me out. 

I listened to my parents when I went to school. And they were sincerely worried about me and my future. They cared and they wanted me to be safe and happy and financially secure. I understand that and I appreciate their concern.

But they’re going to be dead in a few decades and guess who’s still going to be here, living with the decisions they made for me? Me. 

The only person that’s with you your entire life is you. Make decisions that you want to make. Let your failures and your successes be yours and yours alone. Maybe the decisions you make don’t pan out – that’s fine. At least they were yours. Don’t let other people set you on a life path you’re not certain is right for you, because once you’re on it, it’s going to be hard to get off.

Maybe you’ll disappoint your parents by not getting that degree, but that’s not going to matter very much to you forty years from now when your soul had withered up inside your body and they’re no longer around to disapprove of your choices, now will it?

Disappoint them now. It’s okay. They’ll still love you. And they’ll be glad to know you’re happy, no matter what.

4. It’s okay to not fucking know you’re doing. Nobody does. 

Not knowing what you’re doing is perfectly normal and it’s fine. You’re not stupid for not having your life figured out at 18, 22, 30, 50, or 80. Nobody knows what they’re doing. Your parents don’t know. Your grandparents don’t know. The wise neighbor to your left that lived through the Great Depression and all the World Wars doesn’t know.

When you become an adult, you realize how much of adulthood is just winging shit and being like “Golly, I hope this doesn’t turn out to suck!” 

Nobody has their shit together, so don’t feel pressured to have yours together. Twenty years from now, your shit still won’t be together; the only difference between you then and you now is that you’ll have realized that it’s perfectly normal and nothing to panic about.

You may change your “passion” like 10 times in your life, and that’s also normal. Don’t get bogged down on making a decision for what you’re going to do for the next sixty years. 

Because the real truth is, you don’t know. And you can’t know, nor can you really plan for it.

And that’s fine.

5. You can change your mind as much as you want. 

Just be happy. Just because you wanted to be a world-class ballerina two years ago and you’ve realized that you actually want to be a world-class oil painter now doesn’t invalidate your prior passion for ballet, nor does it make the time you spent working on that dream a “waste.” The time you spent caring about ballet more than anything else in the world was a beautiful time that you shouldn’t want to take back.

Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking that just because you didn’t care about it from the start of your life to the bitter end, it didn’t really matter. It did, and you’re the person that you are because of it.

6. Don’t be afraid. 

There’s a lot of things to be afraid of in this world. Chasing a dream that doesn’t pan out shouldn’t be one of them. Just because you chased the dream of being a musician and you didn’t become world-famous doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have chased that dream. It doesn’t mean you’re foolish for having that dream, or for working so hard on it.

If you’re young, and you don’t have really heavy responsibilities (like a child you have to care for), then this is the time to do the crazy shit. To let yourself try and become the thing you always wanted. If all you have to take care of in this world is yourself, then go for something wild.

Go for the thing you always wanted. Maybe you’ll get it, and maybe you won’t. Maybe in five years you’ll realize you don’t want it anymore, and you’ll find yourself back where you started.

It was still worth the journey. And it was still worth the uncertainty.

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

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7. YOU DON’T NEED A COLLEGE DEGREE TO BE SUCCESSFUL. 

Can’t believe I forgot this in my original post. YOU DON’T NEED A DEGREE TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN YOUR LIFE. Look at what you really want to do and SERIOUSLY ASK YOURSELF if you NEED a degree to do it.

Writing? Drawing? Painting? Making music? Not only do you not need a degree for that shit, it’s up for debate as to whether getting one is even worth the cost. What are you learning for 20-40k a year that you couldn’t learn from the goddamn internet or just by being friends with someone else in the field???

Seriously examine whether or not your passion requires a degree. If it doesn’t, DON’T WASTE YOUR MONEY for an empty status symbol.

/ end rant

anonymous asked:

Why can't ourCiel actually be the twin who is called Ciel and the other had a different name? If the two Ciel is true that is. Even if he was the younger twin, maybe his name even came from the fact that he was a surprise child, like a gift from the heave's and that's why he got called Ciel.

Mmm, that’s actually a good question!

I think the reason why people assume that “Ciel” might not be young master’s real name is because there are many scenes that seem suspicious? For starters, there are scenes where young master refers to himself(?) in 3rd person (it mostly happens when he’s panicked). Then he quite often states that his name is “(Earl) Ciel Phantomhive” and whenever he says that, I kind of have the impression that he rather clings to his name rather than to his title.

(Warning: 2CT. I interepreted the following scenes in favour of the 2ct, but I know there are other interpretations as well^^)

ch2: Ciel claims that he is “Ciel Phantomhive”. Why those quotation marks?

ch13: Here we have a little translation problem due to the tricky furigana^^; The Kanji says “me”, but the furigana says “Ciel”. So the alternate translation here would be “Madam can’t kill Ciel… her own relative”.

ch34: Ciel claiming that his name is “Ciel Phantomhive” and Sebastian glancing at him.

ch31 and 35: Other scenes where Ciel says his full name.

ch54: Ciel referring to himself(?) in 3rd person again.

ch61: In the flashback scene he hesitates for a moment to answer when he’s asked his name. And then he eventually answers “Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive”.

Sebastian’s reaction after Ciel said he’s “Ciel Phantomhive, the one who will inherit the house of Earl Phantomhive” can also be translated “Fufu, I see. As you wish.” (「ふふ成程…良いでしょう」) indicating that maybe Sebastian immediately saw through Ciel’s lie??

This scene was discussed very often, but I still can’t think of any “lie” Sebastian could be referring to other than the “as Ciel Phantomhive”-part.

ch63: “Now that i carry this name, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, […]”, so he’s fixed on the name rather than the “title of Earl” he was given.

ch90: Ciel seems to be confused when he’s referred to as “Young master Ciel” by Mey-Rin.

The wording of Ciel’s line in this panel is a bit ambiguous, it could be either “Ciel doesn’t want pain anymore!” (Ciel is referring to himself in 3rd person) or “Ciel, I don’t want pain anymore!” (Ciel mistook Finny for real!Ciel).

ch92: This online translation is a bit inaccurate^^;

Yen Press’s translation is much closer to the original text (「あいつがシエルを…!!」).

And that’s all! =D

There’s also the fact that Sebastian almost never mentions Ciel’s name (afaik he said his name only once), but this could also be because Sebastian wants to be the ‘perfect’ butler and therefore doesn’t call his master by his first name^^;

Playful Fate

Word count: 2.222

Requsted: Yes

Warnings: None


Five hours. You were waiting for five hours for your code to be delivered that you were growing desperate. Your best friend called you some time ago, notifying you that she had received her code for Harry’s tickets and you could hear her relief along with her overall excitement. She asked you if you had received yours yet but your negative answer had her knotting her eyebrows and telling you not to worry.

You weren’t worried. You were just disappointed. When Harry had announced his tour dates and countries you and your friend wanted nothing more than for him to come and perform in your country. And when you two saw that your country was included, you started jumping up and down playing his album. It was a dream coming true. So your friend suggested if you wanted to get tickets, you should be quick to apply for a code.

The thing was that your friend had already her code whereas you were still on edge. Suddenly, you started thinking that you hadn’t made it and that you wouldn’t be seeing Harry in front of you, singing your favourite songs. Or else, why would it take so long? Could the system be stuck? Was your application invalid? So many thoughts, but your inbox was still empty.

“Maybe it is not meant for me to experience this”, you said to yourself and started blinking away a few tears. It was a shame really because the tickets were affordable for once and the concert would take place in your own country. It was a bargain. Yet, you wouldn’t be any part of this from what it seemed.

And you were proven correct. One week had passed and your code was nowhere to be seen. You had cried, as silly as it may sound, but that was how you felt. Y/F/N was devastated herself when you told her that you still didn’t have the code and she too knew that all the encouraging words in the world wouldn’t change anything. You still wished for her to have an awesome time and she promised to be back with as many videos and photos as she could gather.

Days were the same for you after that incident. School, your part time job and visits to Y/F/N’s. When you were waiting for your tickets you had marked down the concert’s date but when you had realized you wouldn’t be participating, you had given your calendar to your friend. In conjunction with this, your busy schedule nowadays didn’t allow to you to think about anything else. So when you were passing outside the local stadium you were a bit taken aback seeing all those people cleaning the place and arranging the stage.

“What have I missed?”, you said to yourself and decided to call Y/F/N and ask her what on earth was going on.

“Y/N, I can’t believe you could forget. In two days….Harry will perform there”, she said pausing a bit and realization hit you. Right. The concert you wouldn’t be attending was in two days. You didn’t cry. But the taste your friends’ words left afterwards was…Bitter.

“Oh”, was all you could muster up but you gained your senses almost immediately. Your friend was going to be there and you didn’t want to make her feel sympathetic or sad just because you were feeling this way. This was what she was dreaming about too.

“Well, make sure you have the time of your life!”, you tried to sound enthusiastic but you were positive you sounded nothing like that.

“Y/N, I appreciate your trying but it is not necessary with me. I know you. And you knowing me, you should know that if I was in your shoes, I would be ten times worse”, even her statement couldn’t make you feel better.

“Still. Just because I am bitter about it, that doesn’t mean you have to lose your excitement. Even though it is impossible. Anyways. I am running late for work. Catch up later yeah?”, you said not intending to sound so harsh but failing miserably.

Putting your earphones on, you headed to the shop you were working to; a small patisserie shop which was well known for its profiteroles. Your small journey was accompanied by Harry’s melodic voice singing Sign of the Times. You were trying to hold back a few stray tears but the tune of the song did not help at all. You really tried to understand why life didn’t want you to meet your idol, but everything happens for a reason right? That’s what you told yourself anyway. Entering the shop, the smell of freshly baked cupcakes put your thoughts at bay and maybe, that was the first time you appreciated this shop.

“Always early darling”, Leslie, the owner of the shop, a sixty year old lady, greeted you.

“Well, you know me Leslie. I want to be punctual”, you said and half smiled. Leslie insisted on you calling her by her first name, because any other name made her feel way older. You didn’t have any problem with this, because when addressing her like this, you felt like she was a friend of yours. And in reality, she was. When your shift would be over, she would turn the sign that read “OPEN” around, and she would prepare a cup of hot tea and some cupcakes for you to chat upon. She made you feel better about anything. You had even told her how unlucky you were and you hadn’t gotten tickets for Harry. Surprisingly enough, she had experienced the exact same thing when she was a teenager. When you had found out, your eyes bulged out of their pockets. You could picture Leslie with youngster clothes, waiting to be in a stadium to sing at the top of her lungs and dance around to her idol’s music. But life always has other plans. She encouraged you that it is not the end of the world and that you would get the chance to see him in person one way or another. Your heart and mind seemed to understand her point, so when you entered the shop, her words would come in mind and you would be calmer.

But today, fate seemed like it enjoyed seeing you feeling blue. After some hours of serving customers and writing down orders, the local radio station decided to praise Harry by playing his two songs. The one after the other.

“Why me?”, you cried out and you gulped down a glass of water to calm your nerves.

“Are yeh closed?”, a male voice spoke behind you. Just on cue, Two Ghosts started blasting through the small speakers the shop owned and you tried your best not to lose it.

“No sir, we are open. Tell m-“, you stopped mid-sentence and blinked harshly.

“Seems like your station likes meh songs”, Harry smirked, standing in front of you in all his glory.

“Well-, yeah-, wow”, you said at last, looking between the speakers and Harry. It was a funny sight if you came to think about it. A few days earlier, you were crying your eyes out that you wouldn’t watch Harry enjoying himself onstage but now here he was ready to order. In your shop.

“Oh your order. Pardon me. You were saying?”, you returned to your professional self and waited for his order.

“Well, I would like two of your best cupcakes and a cup of tea”, he smiled and waited patiently.

“Okay. Take away or table?”, you answered and he looked up at you.

“Table please. Oh and one more thin’”, Harry paused and you waited for his next words.

“Yes?”, you said jotting down his order.

“I think your country is very beautiful. Glad it will host meh gig”, he said and smiled without comprehending what he had just said. When he saw your facial expression clouding, he felt confused.

“Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?”, he asked all worried and it was your turn to explain.

“No, no. But something messed up and I am afraid I will miss your concert unfortunately”.

“Is that so?” he smirked and you nodded.

“Anyway, you are not here to hear about my personal misfortunes. Your order will be right up”, you said and proceeded to your work.

“I will be more than happy to help yeh actually. Could yeh come to meh table fo’ a minute?”, he suggested.

“I am afraid I will be unable to”, you said gesturing to your apron.

“I will be waitin’ then”, Harry said and walked to an empty table. Who would have told you that Harry Styles would come to the shop which helped you pay your rent and on top of that, wait for your shift to be over. You were fangirling like there was no tomorrow. And while you were heating up the kettle, you realized something; you weren’t so irritated that you wouldn’t be at the concert anymore. Yes, a small part of you still wanted to hear the duck noises in Woman live but as your eyes would dart to Harry, you came to the point that just talking with him was what you really desired. And maybe in some hours this would be real.

“That young man seems to be impatient.”, Leslies’s voice startled you.

“Well, he is waiting for me to be finished with work so we can chat most probably”, you said preparing the tray with his tea and cupcakes.

“But that won’t be for three more hours! Leave the tray and sit with him. I will tell Josh to take over love”, Leslie offered and you squeaked.

“But Leslie, you are paying me to serve people not chat with them”, you retorted.

“You deserve a break. Now go to him”, she said and you thanked her before going to Harry’s table.

“Here you go. Our finest cupcakes along with your tea”, you said leaving each item on the table.

“And the kindest waitress”, he continued making you smile.

“Why, thank you”, you said and he ushered you to sit with him.

“So… As fo’ meh concert yeh can’t come to… Yeh know, I might have a spare ticket that no one will use eventually”, he said while sipping his tea and you stared at him bewildered. Just with one word, your dream would come true and you would enjoy yourself with Y/F/N jamming along to his new album. But you couldn’t accept. Not only would it feel wrong, but you didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness and prosperity.

“You know, some days ago, me and my friend applied to your site in order to get a code for tickets. My friend was the lucky one and got hers whereas I didn’t. I was devastated. And now here comes your kind offer. But I am afraid I will say no”, you said and he almost choked on his cupcake.

“But yeh seem like yeh want to come. I don’t understand”, he truthfully said. He started to feel confused with you; any other fan seeing him and being offered tickets by him would scream in his face and even cry. But that is what he appreciated too; your calmness around him. Even though you were screaming internally.

“You see, it seems to me that these few minutes we are conversing together, are worthy much more than a concert. Not wanting to disrespect your talent, but I hope I got my message across the right way”, you said, hoping you didn’t make a wrong choice of words.

“Yeh are somethin’ else really. I appreciate your company and you make meh feel less anxious when around a fan. And I don’t even know your name”, he concluded chuckling.

“It’s Y/N and I am so glad I make you feel this way”, you said chuckling as well. You knew how disrespectful his fans could be sometimes and how hectic it may seem to him. So why go with the flow when someone can treat him with the kindness he deserved?

“Y/N, yeh have a special place in meh heart from now on.”, he said and you swelled at his words.

“But I am afraid I have to go now. Have to practice. See yeh later yeah?”, he said and you got up to hug him. You were a bit baffled because you would never see him again and you didn’t exactly know how you could see each other later but you decided to push those thoughts aside and cherish the fact that you were hugging your idol. Maybe when you returned home you would let all your excitement out.

But fate knew better. Since that day, and when Harry would still be in the town, he would pay a visit to the shop. Sometimes only to see you. You had exchanged numbers too, careful not to be exposed of course, and your friend was happy that things turned out even better for you. Every once in a while, your fangirl mode would be switched on and Harry would be all playful about it but you didn’t mind. You also didn’t mind that you didn’t go to that concert but who needed a concert when Harry Styles would turn up at their work almost on a daily basis or call them up to chat?


Thank you so much for this request girl! I truly hope you people enjoyed it and don’t hesitate requesting things! I am more than glad to answer to you lovelies! Happy reading!

“Careful What You Wish For”
Words: 1685
Rating: Explicit, cock warming, creampie, orgasm denial
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“Hey, buddy!  Just checking in to see how everyone’s doing out there,” Jack chirped gleefully into his Echo device.  He happened to be in a fantastic mood and wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to taunt the Vault Hunters.  The bandits suffered a minor loss recently at Hyperion’s Wildlife Exploitation Preserve, but even if it wasn’t much, the fit they had over one stupid animal was enough to make Jack giddy over his victory.

Not to mention, he also happened to be balls deep inside the most perfect ass in all of Helios.  One of the code monkeys caught Jack’s eye after the kid scored an Eridium mine for the company, and instead of spending his bonus on himself, this guy literally gave his right arm for the company.  Since then, he’d been overjoyed to give a hell of a lot more than just his arm.

This kid, Rhys, was one of the few people who had been able to handle anything Jack could dish out.  He’d been given a safe word, but Rhys never used it and always came back for more.

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“Sudden News” Reader!Hoseok Angst/Fluff

Originally posted by nycbtslover

“Sudden News”

Oneshot

Reader!Hoseok Angst/Fluff

A/N: This is another one that was requested a while ago. I really hope they forgive me! As I had said in my other oneshot, my brain was making me have second thoughts about my writing, but I am slowly getting better about not being so harsh on myself. With that said, I really do hope you enjoy it! ~ Gaishō

Disclaimer: Hobi angst is just as bad as Namjoon angst! Kpop Gods, have mercy! He is a super soft human being and this is pure fiction. 

Trigger Warning: Mentions of abortion and verbal abuse.


The alarm clock wakes you up bright and early. You’re always up before the sun rises, and by the time you get home it’s already dark. Day in and day out you work hoping to make something of yourself.

“Another day, another dollar… I guess.” You went ahead and started your morning routine. Brew coffee, pack lunch, get into scrubs, fix your bed head, and head off to work.

You work in a busy emergency room of a children’s hospital as a registered nurse. You head to the locker room to put away your things when suddenly your sunshine comes and greets you.

“Well hello beautiful, how’s my favorite nurse doing?” He says smiling with his big rosy cheeks.

You giggle. “Hobi, you know I’m always tired. These twelve-hour shifts get to you. And I’m feeling sort of sick this morning. Not sure why…”

He nudges your shoulder repeatedly. “Well, you better get your energy up because it’s already a busy morning. They just called in a massive trauma involving a school bus filled with children. Luckily they’re all alive, but many are injured pretty badly.”

“Well, that’s when you come in with your bright smiles. You always had a way with children… Immediately when they see you, they feel more at ease.”

Hoseok blushes. “Ohhh stop it you! Now get out there and work your magic!”

You smile and nod. ‘He always brought out the best in you.’

After clocking in you head over to the board to see which rooms were assigned to you and which doctors were assigned to you for the day.

You suddenly got excited. Your favorite doctor was on today. Heading over to the doctor’s station you look for him.

“Hey, Namjoon! We’re working together today!”

He turns around looking not so amused. “That’s Dr. Kim, Y/N.”

You clear your throat and straighten your back. “Yes, sir, Dr. Kim.”

He smiles and continues to give you a briefing of the different rooms. “Room three is an eight-year-old female with a broken left wrist, her vitals are stable and her parents should be arriving soon. Room five is another eight-year-old child, male, he has a head trauma with a small laceration on his forehead, vitals are also normal and his parents are at bedside. Lastly, room nine is a seven-year-old female complaining of right shoulder, right knee, and right ankle pain, vitals are fine and parents are signing registration papers.”

“Got it doc. And Hoseok is already making his rounds to the children to make sure they feel more comfortable and not so scared.”

“Good. The last thing we need are terrified children. Now please, Y/N, we have many others to attend to so lets not waste another minute.”

You nod and head to one of the rooms quickly. In room three the girl was crying terribly as she was in a lot of pain.

“Hey sweetheart, my name is, Y/N. We’re going to give you some medicine for the pain so it doesn’t hurt as much, okay?” You smile to the little girl.

She sniffles and nods back. Suddenly Hoseok is right next to you reassuring her. “Did you know she’s the best nurse here? You’re in really good hands. You’re going to be all better just like that!” He snaps his fingers and smiles to her, making her feeling a whole lot better.

You smile as you draw up the medicine for her. ‘He’s so good with kids.’

After doing what you can for room three you head over to the next room. As you’re walking over there you stop and feel your breakfast start to come. You buckle over a little bit with your hand over your stomach. ‘Why do I feel like crap today?’

You get yourself together and head into room five. You take a deep breath and start to take care of the little boy. “Heyyy big guy! How’s about we take care of that little cut of yours and put a band-aid on there? You’ve been a real brave boy today, so I think you deserve a superhero band-aid today.” 

The little boy’s face lights up. “Yes, please!”

Smiling, you pull up a rolling chair next to him and start to clean the wound. However, your stomach was starting to act up again. ‘Ugh, not right now!’

You stop cleaning and ran for the trashcan to vomit. ‘Oh god this is so embarrassing.’

The father’s child wasn’t too pleased. “Are you sure you can take care of our child? Looks like you can’t even handle a little bit of blood.”

You look up and your face is red. “I-I’m so sorry, I – ”

Namjoon comes up behind you to put a hand on your back. “I’m very sorry. She’s actually one of our best nurses, but you need not worry. I will have another nurse come right away to clean up that wound of his.” He smiles and he slowly pushes you out of the room.

He motions for you to go into one of the empty rooms and starts to examine you.

“So, how far along are you?”

His words completely catch you off guard. “W-What are you talking about?”

He continues to examine you like it’s nothing. “Your breasts are enlarged, you have abdominal bloating, and you’re vomiting.”

Completely in shock you don’t know what to say and just stare back at him with your mouth slightly agape.

Namjoon sighs. “Your examination is normal, you’re just experiencing the signs of pregnancy. Please head to the lab to get an instant pregnancy test done. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Hoseok.” He winks and exits the room.

Pregnant!? No way! You think about all the times you have had sex with Hoseok and every time he pulled out. At least that’s what you thought. ‘Wait, that one night we were a little drunk…’

Your face drops right into your hands as you beat yourself up about it. Sitting there you finally get up and head over to the lab.

“Hey, Y/N. Got some kid’s blood you need me to spin?”

It was one of your good friends that worked there, but you weren’t too happy to see here; not like this anyway.

“Uh, hey Lisa. I need you to do a favor for me real quick, but you can’t tell anyone, alright?”

She tilts her head in worry. “Everything alright, girl?”

You lean in and whisper to her, “can you get me a urine pregnancy test, please?”

She looks at you in shock and was about ready to scream. “I knew it!!! You had that glow when you came into work today!”

“Shoosh! Jeez, Lisa. Please, just give me one already will ya?”

She snickers and secretly slides over one. “Awww, a little baby Hobi is in your tum tum.” 

You send a glare and she skips off. ‘Oh man, I really hope I’m not.’

Walking quickly to the nearest bathroom you lock the door and sit on the toilet just staring at the stick. The stick that is going to tell you whether or not you’re pregnant. Your hands were shaky as you rip open the plastic. 

After peeing on the stick you wait. But, you couldn’t just sit and wait so you paced the bathroom like a frantic mother waiting for the status of their child. You look at your wristwatch and see three minutes has passed.

You slowly walk up to the stick with your eyes closed. Taking a deep breath in you count to three and open your eyes.

Two. Pink. Lines.

They were the most darkened pink lines you have ever seen on a test. You shake your head and head over to the lab again and request another one. 

Lisa laughs. “Girl, those lines don’t lie!” She wiggles the stick in front of you.

You snatch it up quickly and put it in your pocket. “Shutup!” You walk away angrily.

Doing the same steps you wait another three minutes hoping the first one was faulty. All you could hear was Lisa’s voice uttering the same words again and it was making your anxiety shoot through the roof.

Two. Pink. Lines. ‘DAMNIT!’

Unsure of how to feel you throw the test into the trash and lean against the wall. ‘How am I supposed to tell him!? We have only been dating for a couple months.’ 

Realizing you’ve been away from your duties for some time you gather yourself together once again and head out to finish the rest of your work.

You walk down the hall and see Hoseok in one of the patient rooms and stop to listen.

“Oh! Why such a young and beautiful girl such as you shouldn’t be crying! No tears my dear child!”

Hoseok sat on the edge of the bed next to the young girl as he cradled her little hands in his. The way he so effortlessly calms children is something not everyone possesses. It even made you feel calmer. 

Still around the corner where he can’t see you, you start to rub your stomach and smile. ‘Maybe telling him won’t be so bad.’

You worked the rest of your shift as you normally would, and luckily you didn’t vomit anymore. Heading back to the locker room you start to pack your things and look around to try to find Hoseok.

Spotting him from the backside you walk up to him and tap his shoulder. He whips around and holds a rose out to you. “A pretty flower for m’lady.”

You smile and sniff the rose. “Aww, thanks babe! That’s so sweet.”

He lends his arm and escorts you out of the hospital. You start to feel uneasy again, but finally ask him. “H-hey, Hobi honey. If you don’t have any plans tonight I was thinking of renting a movie and we can have some popcorn at your place?”

Without a moments hesitation he claps his hands with excitement. “Of course! It’s about time we had a good cuddle… besides these lips of mine have been deprived of a good make out session.” He puckers up his lips towards you. 

You laugh and push his face playfully. “Silly, I’ll see you in a couple hours alright?”

“I look forward to it, my love.”

You both parted ways. The drive home felt long and your mind was so preoccupied with the news that you almost ran a red light. ‘C’mon, Y/N. You can do this.’ 

Once you got home you started to get into some more comfortable clothing and get things ready for your little date. Your phone dings, it was a text from Hoseok. 

You read it in your mind with his sweet voice: “I got the fluffy blankets out and already lit some aromatherapy candles for you. Your favorite ones ;)”

He always knew how to make you smile. You started to feel a bit more confident and hopeful that telling him the news won’t be as bad as you think.

Arriving to his apartment he was already waiting for you at the door. “Ah, the princess has arrived.” He bows and lets you in. You notice the couch had a ton of pillows and comfy blankets and it almost made you cry at how sweet his gestures are.

You sat on the couch and hand him the movie. “It’s a comedy. I figured we could use a good laugh with how stressful our job can be.”

Hoseok nods several times. “You always pick the good ones!”

Watching him set up the DVD player you start to fidget with the blanket. ‘Well, I might as well tell him. No reason to beat around the bush.’

“U-Uhm, Hobi, sweetie. I was wondering if we could talk.”

He continues to set up the movie. “What’s up, hun?”

You gulp and hesitate. “I-I well uh, er. Okay, this isn’t easy for me to tell you, but… we have slept together a few times and well, that one night we were pretty drunk and kind of don’t recall everything…”

He stops and drops the movie case. His back still faced you. “You’re pregnant.”

You let out a big sigh. “Yes. I’m pregnant.”

Suddenly you get a reaction from him you didn’t expect. Silence. You get up from the couch and try to put a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly pulls away from you.

“H-Hobi, please. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Abort it,” he says without even stuttering.

You felt a sharp stab in your heart. “Y-You can’t be serious? You want me to get rid of the baby!?” 

His voice got louder and more aggressive. “I’m not going to be a father. Hell no! You’re going to get rid of that thing as soon as possible. It’s not my fault you were irresponsible that night.”

His words were so shocking that you couldn’t believe he would say such a thing. “Now hold on, it takes two to tango. We both had a little too much that night and just let loose not thinking of the consequences. It never crossed either of our minds that maybe I should have gotten a plan-b pill or anything.”

Hoseok was starting to freak out and was pacing the living room. “I thought you were on the freaking pill!”

You start to stammer. “I am! But not everything is 100% like that. This happens more than you think.” 

Hoping to calm him down a little you try to grab his hands, but he immediately pushes you to the ground.

“Get your fucking hands off me! You’re not having that damn child and this shit between us is over. Get out of here.”

On the floor crying your body starts to shake. “Hobi, please. You’re just startled from the news. We can make this work! I know you’ve only been my boyfriend for only a couple months, but –”

He starts to laugh. “Boyfriend? Sweetie, I’m not your boyfriend.”

The tears become floods flowing from your red eyes. You didn’t even say anything back, but just ran out the door.

This is not the Hoseok you knew and fell for. ‘What kind of monster says those things!?’

You cried the whole way home and pretty much cried yourself to sleep that night.

Waking up early that next morning you had morning sickness again. Hugging the porcelain throne you think about his words again only making you feel sicker. 

“There’s no way I’m going to work like this.” You called today and the next few days off. Luckily there are plenty of interns that for you to miss a few days wouldn’t change much.

Curling back up into bed you just stare at the wall. You were incredibly restless, but you didn’t know what else to do. So, for most of the day you moped in bed, thinking.

Your phone rings, you had hoped it would be Hoseok, but it was actually Namjoon. Surprised as you were, you picked up the phone. “Dr. Kim? Something the matter?”

“Yes! I have all these confused interns running my ER and not my favorite nurse. How come I don’t see you on the schedule for the next few days?”

“Well, telling Hoseok didn’t go as smoothly as I had hoped.”

“What!? Do I need to talk some sense into him for you?”

You giggle. “No, no. It’s alright, Dr. Kim. I know you’re close with him, but I think he needs his space. But, thank you.”

“Hm. Well, I hope you feel better soon. I can’t work this ER without you!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Alright. Call me if you need anything.”

You both hang up the phone and you go back to moping. Eventually your eyes start to get heavy and you let yourself fall asleep.

“Hmm… Hobi, please, listen…Hobi!” You wake up in a panic. ‘Just a bad dream.’ Checked your phone and you didn’t have any messages or calls. But, you weren’t really surprised.

It felt like you haven’t showered in days so you started to run some water. After it got warm you stepped in and let the water hit your body. Standing there you started to think about Hoseok’s reaction again. ‘Did he really mean what he said?’

All of a sudden you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen. It almost made you drop to the floor of the tub. Is that… That’s blood! Blood was trickling down your legs. You immediately stopped your shower and messaged Namjoon that you were heading over to the ER right away.

Walking in looking like a mess in your pajamas and with wet hair, Namjoon sees you and quickly brings you to one of the rooms for an examination.

“Sorry we have to see each other on these terms,” he says as he starts to check your abdomen.

“I know… I’m so afraid of losing the baby.”

“Oh, so did Hoseok change his mind?”

You look away with sadness in your eyes. He read your face and continued his examination in quiet.

“Alright. I’ll need to do a pelvic exam. Just try to relax and take slow, deep breaths.”

Your breathing was shaky and you couldn’t stop your lips from quivering.

“You’re took quiet down there… Is there something wrong?”

He finishes the exam and sighs in relief. “Quite the opposite. You were just having some spotting. It’s normal. However, if there is ever a time where it becomes frequent or more blood than usual, you come see me right away, alright?”

You popped up quickly and hug Namjoon crying. “Thank you, Dr. Kim.”

He pats your back and smiles. “I need to get back to my patients, I’ll see you on your next shift. Take it easy.” He exits the room.

You had just put your pajamas back on when Hoseok comes dashing through the curtain.

“Is everything alright!? I heard you were here.” His breathing was rapid as if he just ran.

“What’s it to you? Thought you didn’t care about me or the baby.”

He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “C-Can we talk? Please?”

You were immediately irritated. “Oh now you want to talk? Seriously? I begged you to talk to me that night and instead you pushed me to the ground!”

Hoseok drops to his knees and grabs your hands. You look into his eyes and see that he hasn’t got much sleep and probably has been crying since they are red.

“Y/N, please. I want to apologize.”

You grunt, but let him talk.

“My behavior was way out of line. I shouldn’t have done that to you. But, I panicked. Hearing those words come out of your mouth made me freeze and say things that I really shouldn’t have said…”

You continued to glare at him, but motioned for him to keep talking.

“Y/N, I really do want a child with you. I want to be the child’s father. I was just terrified at the thought I could be a horrible father.”

You started to laugh. “You’re kidding, right? You’re incredible with children, Hobi.”

He sighs deeply. “I know this probably sounds stupid, but even though I was hired as an entertainer for children, I felt it was the only thing I knew how to do. I don’t know how to actually care for them. What if I break them?”

You laugh some more and place your hands on his cheeks to lift his face up. “Hobi sunshine, that is where I come in. You heal their soul, and I heal their bodies. We’re perfect for each other and the baby. Besides, kids are so resilient! You know that.”

Hoseok’s face lights up as he smiles. “I want to have this baby with you, Y/N.”

The tears start flowing, and just when things were good, they got better. Hoseok pulls out a fluffy teddy bear holding a big red heart. “This will be our child’s first toy. You like it?”

You cry even more and attack him with a big hug. “I love it!”

*Clap, clap, clap* “Awww, see? It all worked out.”

You growl as you see Lisa peering through the curtains.

“Let me guess, you’re the one who told Hoseok that I was here, huh?” 

She puts both her hands up. “No way, it was this guy!”

Namjoon pushes the curtain to the side and leans against the wall. “I may have told him that you weren’t doing so well.”

You walk up to him and punch his shoulder playfully.

“Hey! I’m a doctor. I need this arm!”

The room was filled with laughter. Every one just smiled at one another. It was the perfect ending to a perfect moment.

Hoseok hugged you from behind and started to gently rub your belly. His face was close to yours as he whispered sweet words.

“I promise to be the best father to our child. And I promise to be there for you every step of the way, now and forever.”

sailor-starry  asked:

I've been working on a story about an 11 year-old prince who gets kidnapped by a teenage witch and the crazy adventures she drags him into. It's supposed to be about his transformation from a stuffy, naive boy into an empathetic, brave hero...but I've become much more interested in the witch's backstory, before she even meets the prince. Has anyone else ever had this problem? I hate to lose their interaction and development, but I'm just not having fun working on my original plot. :/

This isn’t an uncommon problem, but consider this: if writing the prince’s story doesn’t bring you joy anymore, maybe your story should be about the witch. The prince is only the protagonist because you made it so. It’s not something that’s set in stone. If you like the interaction and development, then maybe you can still write it in, but from the witch’s POV. 

Marie Lu originally planned for the protagonist of (the bestselling) THE YOUNG ELITES to be a character called Tye, and for the villain to be a character called Adelina. Tye later turned into a supporting character called Raffaele, and Adelina became the protagonist.  

Write out the witch’s backstory, develop her character, but work on the prince too. Maybe you’ll want to write the prince’s story again after you get the witch’s backstory out of your system, maybe not. At the end of the day, only you can decide which story you want to write. 

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Bloomtale - Chapter 12 - Kaitogirl - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapter 12 is up!!! And so, Snowdin starts… maybe? :D


For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

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someone give me a plot where muse a and muse b were madly in love as teenagers and a few years later they were still together and had child and got married and even if they are so young everything is so good ???? and they’re still as in love as ever. but then for some reason they get divorced and it’s really hard on both of them. bc maybe they’re still in love ???? maybe neither of them wants to get a divorce ??? maybe it’s just not right anymore ??? maybe they are fighting a lot and it’s getting too much ?? endless possibilities. but now they got a six year old asking mom “are you crying bc of dad mommy?” and it’s all angsty, fluffy and heartbreaking and just feels and ANGST !!!!!

Months trying to disappear from Aerys’ sight, months spent in her bedchambers waiting with her babes, waiting for the ending. Elia was no fool. It was either life or death.

Gods forbid, if Aerys suddenly decided that she was betraying him, she would not even need for anyone to storm in and kill her. Ashara had gone home ; Arthur was out there, and her uncle…

Her Prince came back one glorious afternoon, victorious from the Trident, horns blaring and Targaryen banners high. All were ready to welcome him in the throne room, all but her. Elia stayed in her bedchambers, nursing Aegon who had been growing up without his father seeing it, telling Rhaenys that he was home and oh gods, she was so relieved for the children, but she wanted to kill him, she wanted to kill him.

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Coming Home - Caleb Holloway (Epilogue)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Caleb Holloway/Reader, Mr. Jimmy, Mike Williams, Felicia and Sydney Williams

Word Count: 743

Notes: So, after a long wait, here it is. The series is over and I really hope y’all enjoyed it. I know it was short, possibly not the best of my series’ and admittedly the parts were short, but thank you for sticking through it with me. This was my first ever series, and the Prologue to it was my third ever post. So, this is to all of you who stuck with me. I love you all, so much. Also, I need to give a HUGE thanks to my girl Lissa for her help, encouragement and suggestions on this part, @mf-despair-queen I love you, boo.


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Fic: Truly Madly Deeply

Summary: Dan gets upset by watching a movie, and Phil comforts him.
Rating: K
Word Count: 2.1K
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Author’s Note: I’m sorry if Dan is OOC in this, but I was feeling down and wanted to write some fluffy hurt/comfort, and this is what resulted. You don’t have to have seen the movie “Truly Madly Deeply” in order to understand this story, but I encourage you to see it, because it’s incredible. Very sweet, very funny, very sad, and VERY romantic. Yeah, I suppose it would help you to know that the movie is very romantic.


Truly Madly Deeply

Phil wakes up slowly, groggy, wanting to slip back into sleep but feeling a slave to his bladder’s inconvenient timing. It’s the middle of the night, for fuck’s sake! He fumbles for his glasses and crawls out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom like a crankily inconvenienced zombie. After taking care of business, he decides that he may as well get a drink of water while he’s up, so he continues on toward the kitchen.

He’s surprised to find Dan sniffling on the sofa, eyes swollen and red. At the sight of Phil, Dan wipes his hands at his face, obviously trying to banish tears. It’s not particularly shocking that Dan is still awake, but his wee hour Tumblr scrolling doesn’t usually lead to sobbing. Phil walks toward the sofa and sits down. “What wrong?” he asks quietly. The hour doesn’t lend itself to speaking at normal volume.

Dan looks away and bites his lip, new tears springing to his eyes. “It’s stupid,” he says in a choked voice. “Just a movie.”

Relieved, Phil chides him jokingly, “Were you watching ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ again?”

Dan shakes his head. “I was reading this article about people who died in 2016, and they were talking about Alan Rickman, and I was thinking about how great he was as Snape, and I realized I didn’t really know anything else he’d been in, so I went looking on Netflix.” He sniffed again and wiped his eyes. “I found this movie called ‘Truly Madly Deeply,’ and I watched it, and it just … it got to me.”

“What’s it about?” Phil asks gently. “If you want to talk about it.” Dan nods, and Phil makes himself more comfortable, sitting cross-legged on the sofa facing Dan and resigning himself to staying awake for a while.

“He’s dead,” Dan says, and Phil wasn’t expecting that. “He’s dead, and the woman he was living with is grieving, and she can’t move on with her life, so he comes back, as a ghost.”

Phil tilts his head in curiosity. “A ghost story?”

Dan shrugs. “Kind of. But not scary. He comes back because he loves her and he doesn’t want to leave her hurting.” Tears spring to his eyes again and one trails down his cheek. He puts his face in his hands and his shoulders shake a bit. He’s full-on weeping, Phil realizes. He scoots closer on the sofa and puts an arm around Dan, who unexpectedly collapses against him, face wet against Phil’s neck and t-shirt. Phil wraps both arms around him as Dan hides his face, and Dan feels strangely small and fragile in his embrace. It reminds him of the early years, when Dan had been so young and still smaller than Phil. Now, he’s taller and broader, and it isn’t often that Phil feels protective of him like this anymore. They’ve been peers for a long time now, no longer really noticing the age difference, and Dan hasn’t turned to him like this in years.

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Hidden Secrets

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Paring: Peter x Reader (Gender Neutral) 


You’ve known how to do hand to hand combat for two years now; always the one to protect the city from danger, up until the friendly neighborhood Spider Man showed up. A coincidence had occurred when you found out who the guy behind the mask was Peter Parker. The amazing Spider Man was your boyfriend of 6 months; you were there when Peter had gotten bitten by the spider that would give him his powers forever. Both of you never expecting much from the bite.

 In the last two years, you have learned how to be more secretive and who to trust with your secret. Not everyone is trustworthy, and obviously being a superhero is a big big secret especially while in high school. You were just as excited as Peter was when you first joined the avengers. The two of you both met each other a couple of times at Stark Tower, but him never knowing it was you in the your suit. You guys always bonded while hanging out with one another at the tower, “you know you kind of remind me of my (BF/GF).” He admitted to you one day. 


“Babe, would you like to watch a movie and go get something to eat after?” Peter slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Can’t tonight, I have to study for Calculus. Big test coming up. Not everyone can as smart as you, Peter.” Kissing his cheek and giving him a hug before you left him. “I promise I’ll make up all the days; I never hang out with you.”

You ran out of the school; getting a text from your aunt Natasha Romanova.

I have an assignment for you, suit up and meet at Stark Tower. - Natasha

Natasha had been the one to show you how to fight and to become a great spy; when you had asked her and Clint to teach you they were both on the fence about teaching you.

“Are you sure about this? Training will take a lot of time out of your day and you’re still so young (Y/N). Maybe you should wait a couple more years?” Both of them trying to reason with a young thirteen year old. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Aunt Nat. I wanna help people like you do!! Please teach me, I won’t go out and try to fight anyone. I’ll just train until you guys think I’m ready. So please,” you begged.

“We’ll teach you everything you need to know but you always have to listen to us and not let training affect your school work or else the deal is cancelled.” They both warned you.


“What’s up, Aunt Nat? What’s the mission for today?” walking up to her. “There is a gang that is selling illegal drugs and also robbing banks, we want you to figure out where the secret lair is.” She informed you, “we’ll give you the coordinates and everything we know about them and then you can go on your way.”

“Alright, sounds good. Thank you,” getting ready for the mission. “And (Y/N) be careful, I promised your parents I would always protect you. If you run into trouble, call me or Clint.” Aunt Nat ordered.


You had finally found the location after an hour of searching all over Queens and Brooklyn, you finally found it in an old abandoned hotel. Looking from the rooftop, you could see all the money and illegal drugs; you knew this was the right place.

“Aunt Nat, I’m here. I can see all the stuff they’ve stolen and the drugs. What would you like me to do now?” You asked excitedly. “Absolutely nothing right now, I heard these guys are dangerous. Wait till we have some back up and then we can go in.” Your Aunt demanded.

“C’mon, I think I can take them on. I’ve been working with you guys for 2 years! Let me go in,” You begged.

“No, (Y/N) and that’s final.” She hung up the phone before you could get another word in.

You waited about 20 minutes before going into the building, “fricken aunt nat; I can do this. She’s trained me for years, I don’t need any help.” You muttered to yourself.

But you spoke too soon because once you had climbed down; you were knocked out, tied up, and your mask was taken off. You could feel bruises forming on your face, and a blood trailing down your face from where the criminals hit you.

“Who the hell are you?” They asked, pointing their guns at you. “I’m (Y/N) and I’m apart of the avengers team, if you kill me they’ll find you. You won’t be able to hide so be smart about this.” You say trying to reason with them. Before they could do or say anything, their guns were taken from them.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! What are you doing here? I thought you were suppose to be studying? Did they hurt you?” Asking you frantically, while still fighting the bad guys.

The bad guys full attention had went onto Peter, giving you some time to break free from the restraints.

“I’m fine Peter, just please stop asking questions right now. We have to get out of here alive,” kicking a bad guy in the groin. Peter was always the type to engage conversation during combat; causing him to get yelled at by the rest of the avengers.

“Oh right, okay sorry.” Smacking another bad guy into a wall.


The two of you walked out of the hotel hand in hand; “so all those times you said you had to study, you were out fighting crime?” He questioned. “Yes Peter, I am so sorry but I mean we were always together. You just never never knew.” You said trying to make him feel better.

“Well, regardless. I don’t care anymore. I’m happy we are able to fight crime together now.” You gave him a kiss because in all honesty, Peter was a great boyfriend.

“My (BF)/(GF) is a superhero, this is the coolest thing ever!” He shouted out to the world.

—- 

A/n: hope you enjoyed this one :) i felt like it wasn’t as good but I wasn’t sure what to do for this. Be nice to me ahah. thank you for reading. 

Bjorn’s eyes widened as he saw you, standing on the dock in Kattegat. You had grown up much as he did, but now instead of the scrawny little girl he had known you were a beautiful young woman. He had missed you and now that he had seen you he couldn’t stay away. He began to swiftly approach you and he shouted your name, watching you turn around in shock.

“Bjorn? Is that really you?” You asked with awe. He was so broad and tall now. He had gone from the boy with big ears to the man that would have women lusting after him.

“It is me Y/N.” He replied with a wide grin, pulling you into a firm and comforting hug. You smiled to yourself as you buried your head in his firm chest and it was as if you were a little girl again, hugging Bjorn to keep warm while down by the sea.

“I don’t know if I ever expected to see you back. I thought you were gone forever. But here you are, so grown up and looking like a true warrior.” You pulled away from his chest still wrapped in his arms and looked up at him. “I am glad to see you again.”

“I am not the only one who has grown up Y/N. It is as if you are a goddess - Freya herself. Your beauty has only reignited the fire in my heart that has been burning since we were young.”

“What are you saying Bjorn?”

“I wanted to tell you when we were younger, but I left before I had the courage. I have loved you for so long. Maybe since you shared your secret hiding spot with me or maybe it was when you began to braid Gyda’s hair, but all I know is that even so far apart, I still loved you. I was with no other woman. But now I am here and I do not think I can stand not having you anymore.”

“I think I love you too Bjorn. I have waited for you for many years and now here you are. We can be together.” You said with a beaming smile, you hand reaching up to stroke his cheek while the other rested on his chest. Bjorn’s smile reflected yours as he looked at you lovingly. He leant in slowly and pressed his lips to yours and you returned the sentiment, hand now in his hair. After a few moments he pulled away looking so happy.

“Will you be mine Y/N? Will you stay with me and be my wife? It doesn’t have to be right away but I have dreamed of you lying next to me at night and I will wait as long as you need.”

“Yes I will marry you Bjorn. I will stay by your side for as long as you love me.”

“Then we will never be apart.” He said, reconnecting your lips with a smile.


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Indescribable

Originally posted by performanceunit

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When you began dancing to Seventeen songs you would have never expected this, out of all things could happen. It had started out simple, you stayed up later than you should, learning Seventeen dances (although one boy happened to catch your eye more than the others). You would upload them online, mainly Youtube; and that’s when things skyrocketed.

10 million views, the number made your heart drop, not in a bad way. It was more like a roller coaster, you were so full of fear, but still the strangest form of addictive. Your subscriber count began to grow, and eventually you took a leap and began to change the choreography, remixing the songs. But still, this was a surprise.

Just when you thought your life couldn’t get anymore exciting, it appeared. One new top comment, 1,114 likes- it screamed at you.

You had always proudly considered yourself a Chan stan: the way he danced, how he could rap and sing in a wonderful melodic key, a personality that was sweet, but still somewhat devious. Maybe you had a thing for the young ones. He was what got you into dancing the choreography, there was just something about the way he danced, an obsessive quality the always left you wanting more, something that always made you hit the replay button. Sure, Jeonghan had one of the most unique voices you had ever heard, sure Woozi was insanely talented and you would immediately get on your hands and knees and bow to him if you ever met him in person, but there was just something indescribable about Chan. And it was like he read your mind.

You had stared at the comment in awe for so long that when you refreshed the page to make sure it wasn’t some type of awful glitch it had already gained 52 more likes, and 10 more comments beneath it. It had to be real, the little check mark next to the icon made it so. “I’ve been watching your videos for a while now, it’s something indescribable, but I can’t stop watching. I’m glad you stan me and not the other members XD -Dino.” That small comment left your knees shaking, you were glad you were sitting down because if you were standing you would have probably fainted. A small comment for Seventeen’s Youtube account that left a hard clump of excitement in your throat.

You didn’t know what to be more surprised about: the fact that the love of your life, Lee Chan couldn’t stop watching videos of you, or the fact that the love of your life, Lee Chan just unironically used ‘XD’.

-peach

Time

Warning: right in the feels! I am serious!

I was yet again drifting through my great grandma’s childhood pictures. There was this one … she must have been like 5 or 6. In a park, and on the far right bench there was man sitting. As a child I used to joke I was gonna marry him, although I had no idea who he was, nor does my great grandma … just some random person forever caught on this photo.

But today was the day … I am gonna be 25 this year – the end of the month. A while ago my dad make his time travel machine work. It was his passion since forever… but he never used it for longer than one “jump” back in time, one precious jumped, that saved us all, but he feared this will ruin something … like the time line, space continuum and shit like this … If it was even possible, he won’t be able to build it at first place!

I was gonna secretly use it to go back in time and meet this person. I can go only 3 times – that’s the amount of “jumps” a body can handle. At least 7 days time between travel. The first one will be at the park when my grandma was a child, to ask who he is, and stuff … after this I was gonna go earlier… to find him. Because on this photo he was obviously old already.

First “jump” – 10. 11. 2061

-        Here we go. - I set the date - month - year - location - perfect time. I left the picture on the stand next to the machine. - Let’s ride!

I “woke up” sitting on a bench … nearby. I walked in the park. I knew the place as I knew the back of my hand. I have seen million of pictures of it! I saw my great granny running around, or it is to say the 5-year old version of her. Future technology have the opportunity to extend life, and later to load the mind in an android body, so she was still … present. Not that all the people if 21-st century liked it!

And there I saw him. Alone on the bench with a book, looking in the nowhere. I rushed and stopped in front of him. His gaze stopped at me. Looking, he smiled, I must have been red as a potato.

-        I am sorry, but I know you form somewhere
-        I doubt that, Love. – he smiled, his bright blue eyes, got darker.
-        No, I am sure … – I insisted and sat next to him. I “appeared” after the photo, so it was ok to sit there. – My … grandma… I am sure I saw you on some of her pictures. Were you classmates?

He looked down. Then at me again. Smiling lightly. He was indeed older than he looked, his eyes gave him away, so much sorrow. Suddenly he lighten up.

-        Maybe in college? Where does your grandma took the picture?
-        Am … - I looked at my “grandma” playing in the sand. – In a park. – I smiled.
-        There wasn’t much parks in Louisiana back then. – he chuckled.
-        Really?
-        Yeah … back in the 90’s … were you … - he looked at me and smiled. You were not born back then. - He laughed, and fixed his hair. Was he nervous? - Maybe in the Art University … when I was studying art?
-        I have no idea… - I shrugged. How am I supposed to ask him stuff for when he was young without being suspicious. – When was this exactly …
-        Oh, that’s a tough one! – he laughed. - I barely remembered what I ate last night.

He then looked at me warmly and got silent for a while. He got his book, there was a piece of paper inside, a drawing maybe … After some awkward silence he told me for this one time in school. A funny story. But this was exactly what I needed. Date, month, year, time! We talked for a while more. I excused myself for bothering him, but he just waved and smiled.

-        I am sorry if I disturbed you. Were waiting someone?
-        I am not anymore.

Poor man, he looked so sad. How can someone as beautiful as him, be so sad? He was in his 50’s maybe. But was still ravishing. It was obvious for everyone. The young and even the elderly women had hard time looking away from him, and he was just sitting there, alone … in sadness.

Every trip had it’s time length! The first one was 24 hours. The second 12, and the last 6! I had like 23 hours to walk around and get familiar with the surroundings. After my time was out I was gonna go back. I had this liquid crystals I had to drink before “jumping” otherwise I was gonna stuck in time. And I didn’t want to live in the boring past, as I have such amazing plans for my future!

My time was up! I was brought back in, with horrible migraine, and a will to die. It took me 2 days to get better. After this I planned my trip back. I chose some clothes, so I can properly fit in and prepared myself again.

Second “jump” – 17. 11. 2061

Date – Month – Year – Location – Time

It was right after the funny prank he and his friend pulled on another classmate of theirs; they were supposed to be in the school cafeteria.

I entered the place. It was full of loud young people. I sat at the bar and looked around. After 10 min I managed to locate him … there he was. In his full glory! A young boy, in the beginning of his adulthood. He was maybe 19, or so. Definitely a “player”, that’s how my granny used to call boys who dated girls for sport.

I smiled at him. And he looked away. But just for a second, as he kept staring at me. 

After 10 more minutes he sat next to me.

-        Hi! – he was chewing on some meat. Gross, people back then used to eat meat.
-        Hi …
-        You are new!
-        Is it this obvious? – I pull some hair away of my face.
-        Yeah, you look innocent, and here is full of two faced people, come on! – he took my hand and walked towards the exit.
-        What about your friends?
-        They are lame! Wanna hear about the prank we just made?
-        Yeah …
-        So, there was this super rude boy, like … having fun on girls, you know … and we, like … am … - he scratch the back of his neck, looking for words. – We …
-        Prank him?
-        No, yes … We, slipped some mud all over his new suite. And today are the album photos.
-        Aw … nice, I guess.
-        Yeah, I’ll probably be expended from school again, but who cares. It sucks anyway. - He got out a cigarette. Oh no! I’ve seen this in an old healthy file. – Want some?
-        No, thank you! – he looked disappointed.

My stomach growled – side effect of “jumping”

-        Hungry?
-        Yeah … where can I eat for 5? – even with my dad being top scientist, this is the only thing I managed to find, as a money from the ancient times.
-        It’s ok, I’ll buy you something.
-        No, I have money!
-        Shush, don’t yell, someone may rob you.

Oh, crimes, so sweet. We haven’t had crimes in 55 years!

-        Ok …
-        Come on! - he turned left into a small street. - This guy there owns me a favor. 

We stopped in front of a “hot dog” place. Odd, I have no idea what this is. He bought two of these, he got extra stuff on it. And gave me one.

-        Ugh … - I spit it out – it tastes like shit.
-        Yeah I know … I am considering going vegan.
-        What’s stopping you?
-        It’s expansive to leave a healthy life, and money … don’t exactly grow on trees around here.
-        So … - I kept on eating, it was going to be extremely rude to throw the food away. – tell me something about you?
He just laughed.
-        Come on, you bought me food!
-        The name’s Jared. – he looked questioning. That was the moment when I was supposed to say mine.
-        Ava.
-        Pretty name!

He kept eating and staring at me.

-        Wanna go for a ride?
-        Ha?

He dragged me to his car. A Car! I always wanted to try one as a child but thy weren’t safe enough.

-        Is this save enough?
-        Yeah … yeah! Why?

-        Just asking?
-        Are you from Europe, you people are nuts. – he laughed. The most adorable laughter ever!

We drove around the city, talking laughing. He was indeed amazing. His pretty features. His smile, his eyes … I could drown into them. He shared his dreams with me – he wanted to be an artist, paintings music … why not acting. Anything that will allow him to express his free will and also himself. Anything that will inspire people to be strong as his mother was when him and his brother were children, and she saved them. Such pretty visons and dreams. He wasn’t very good at words, not that he was stupid, just … not very experienced in talking with people.

He drove me to a woods on a cliff a little bit out of the city to watch the sunset. It was amazing view. Since we put a shield to guard us form the sun radiation, there was no color in the sky. But there were no skin deceases and allergies, also cancer was gone. So colors were ok to sacrifice.

-        What about you? – he was driving back to the city, it was night already.
-        What about me?
-        Hey … don’t be like this?
-        Like what?
-        Like … you know! Tell me about you? A mysterious girl, you just appear form nowhere, like … alien!
-        Ha! – I laughed, he was so right – Well … I … I wanna help my dad, he is a scientist. He … is having this project, I am kinda helping him, and if it worked, he will help a lot of people.
-        Really? That’s cool … what’s the project?
-        I can’t tell you.
-        Come on! You can tell me anything! I won’t tell, I promise.
-        I can’t, I am sorry. – it’s a cure for death - nano cells in human bodies, so we can live forever.
-        No, it’s ok. It’s personal, I get it. – he turned the radio on.
-        It’s … health project.
-        Like …. Hospital health.
-        Yes.
-        Cool, I hope he will succeed.
-        Yeah, me too.
-        Oh man, this song is amazing. – he turned the volume on. The quality of the music was below horrible, but he enjoyed it. Singing along. It was about dreaming … more than a feeling?

He stopped the car in front of a small house.

-        I get you have no where to stay.
-        Is this where you live?

He looked at his feet laughing.

-        Don’t worry I won’t hurt you or something. I came here to work sometimes, so I have the key for the house.

-        Isn’t this a …

-        What … we won’t steal anything. Besides that I know how bad is to have no place to stay. Just for tonight I promise.

We got in. It was cozy and clean. He made some popcorn and we watched TV. So many radiation from these machines, and they had no idea. He didn’t said a word, just put his hand on mine, and kept it like this. No words, no … nothing, just gently rubbing his fingers in mine. His skin was so soft. At some point the TV changed color and stopped working with loud sound. We burst in laughing … and then he kissed me. Kissing is weird. It looked cool on the old movies, but in real isn’t that nice. It’s … wet, and awkward. I pulled back not knowing what to do. We don’t kiss anymore in my time. Everyone have their own “immortality juice” so no kisses were allowed.

-        Sorry … - he licked his lips – I didn’t …
-        No, it’s fine …
-        You … like … you haven’t been kissed before?
-        No! – I laughed.
-        Wanna try again?

With this smile of his there was no way any power on Earth to stop me from agreeing. He kissed me again. This time slower, allowing me to breath between kisses. I chuckled and he laughed. He pet my hair, and then he pulled me closer, and squeezed me in himself. At some point, the neighbor’s dogs started barking and we had to shut the lights off. We moved upstairs to find a place to sleep. We kept on talking, as he allowed himself to rub his nose in mine, or to kiss my neck, depends on how we were lying. We fell asleep.

I woke up in the basement. My 12 hours were finished.

-        Fuck! – I puked on the floor, collapsing.

I woke up again with my face buried in my own vomit. Super gross. I cleaned up everything and went to my health booth to check myself.

-        Fuck! I have to go again!

Third “jump” – 24. 11. 2061

Date – Month – Year – Location – …

I appeared at the Art University couple of months later of the moment we met. It took me 4 of 6 hours to find him. Apparently he was a real deal. I almost got beaten up, by a girl for being his “bitch”. He lived the bad boy live at full. He was grounded, for smoking weed, being drunk all the time … who was he, what happened?

-        J? – I yelled when I saw him. He was in the basement, grounded, but this doesn’t seem to stop him of drinking and smoking.
-        Fuck! – he throw his cigarette at me.

-        What happened to you.
-        Fuck … Ava the alien!

-        What?
-        You look the same … just like 4 years ago when we met …

His gaze was blur, he was high and also drunk. Did he just said 4 years? 4 years! What have I done?

-        What the hell happened to you? What about your dreams, your … future…
-        My brother is in jail … there is no future for me …
-        No … - I sat next to him. – It’s going to be fine …
-        The world is falling a part Eve …
-        Ava!
-        Whatever, man …

His eyes were empty … he looked at me.

-        You left me! … That night. I never felt anything like this … and you just left without a note … without anything …
-        I …
-        I am sorry … I was poor … I was … lame, and stupid …
-        No you weren’t …
-        I wasn’t good enough … of course you left me …  I am unworthy for a pure creature like you! - he just looked away.
-        No I didn’t leave you. I came back for you.
-        No … - he pushed me away. – If you wanted to be back you were gonna go back the other day … you what, got lost?
-        I couldn’t come earlier I am so sorry … - I almost cried. – I couldn’t … I was unable … the time … that’s are the rules!
-        What? … Why? What rules? Who’s rules? On Mars! – he yelled.
-        I am so …
-        Sorry! After I shared my dreams with you … after … I told you how all the people in my life just left me … you did exactly the same! – he hit hard on the table. He was a gown up man already and this was scary. My 7 days were 4 years in his time. 4 years!
-        Please! Let’s run away form here, it’s my birthday today!
-        I know … I … remember. – he got calm.
-        Please! – I got a hold on his jacket, he was a lot taller than me now.
-        Ok …
-        No … weird foods, please.
-        I am vegan now, well since couple of months, but …
-        Cool! – I smiled.

We got out through a window, at the back of the building. we settled in a park. This time I got a clock with me - 90 min. We were walking in silence, holding hands.

-        J … I wanted …
-        I love you!

I gasped.

-        I really do … I am so sorry I yelled at you. We just … clicked so well together, and you listened to me … without judging … and you understood me. No complaining. Like we are made for each other …

-        J …
-        Stay with me, Ava. Stay this time. I have a job, and … a place … it’s not much, but. I was looking for you, I even draw pictures of you … - he got some drawings of his pocket, and another one from his wallet, his hands were shaking. – My brother joked you were an alien, because you were nowhere to be found …

-        Why is he in jail?
-        He attacked a guy, but they will release him tomorrow. I’ll go to pay the bill.
I looked in awe.
-        So … what you say? – eyes to drown in.
-        Take me to your place!

It took us 40 min. with the public transport, we got in the rush hour. It was a small room with 2 beds and bathroom, an old oven and a little locker. He sat on one of the beds. Looking at me. These so amazing blue eyes, were now rather gray …

-        J, I …

He simply smiled.

-        I know! – he looked at his feet.
-        No you don’t!
-        I was your one time stand.
-        No you weren’t! – I kneeled in front of him. 20 min.

He smiled again. Have you ever seen blue eyes got dark, because I did, twice.

-        No listen, I came back for you!
-        Yeah …
-        No, Jared, listen … I came back for you. To tell you it wasn’t just a thing back then …

He looked with eyes full of hope.

-        I came in this cafeteria … to look for you.
-        But you didn’t knew me back then.
-        That’s not exactly true … I knew you since I was a child. You were on a picture of my great grandmother – 15min. – I kinda met you. We met 2 weeks ago … but in the future.
-        What … - he got up. - Are you nuts? Is this your excuse?
-        Yes, and it’s not an excuse! I am an alien, but from the future! I got back in time! We met in LA around 2020. You were at a park near the botanic garden, my grandma was taken a picture there and you were on it, but you were old …

He tried to walk away, but I stopped him.

-        I talked to you back then, you were sitting alone on a bench – 10min. – you told me you did this prank on this boy, in the gum! – I cupped his face – you didn’t tell me this the last time.
-        You could have heard it anywhere! – he got away.
-        The project I am helping my dad is a cure for death, including a time machine, he went back in time and stop the science, a particular moment that happened in 2035, a plague, it killed 68% of the people.

He looked rather shocked.

-        It worked. But it was one time thing because he almost died we are not supposed to use it! And I used it without permission to come and find you! Because I love you! Don’t you get that! Time travel is a killer, and I came anyway, because you are my last piece of happiness. – 5 min. – Because I love you Jared!

He blinked in silence.

-        Where we met? - his voice was emty now.
-        At the cafeteria …
-        No, in the future … are you ok?

I was shaking. I was out of time.

-        Los Angeles. A park near the botanic garden!
-        2020?
-        Yes!
-        And you will look exactly like this?
-        Yes!
-        Ava the alien!
-        Yes … - I cried.
-        I am gonna wait for you! I promise, Love …

I woke up in the chair. I cried, and cursed, and kicked and broke stuff … anything I could find. All the people used to say I looked a lot like my great grandmother, even as a child.

He kept his promise, “accidentally” giving me anything I needed so we can meet for a first time in the right moment … back in the past. Our doomed future … I can’t go back, I can’t stay here either, in my own time … Ava the alien! I quickly took the picture. It was like 2 weeks and a lot of years ago, but I’ve never felt more alive! Color wasn’t the only thing we lost in our perfect world …

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Like a storm

Title: Like a storm

Author: @deanwinchesterxreader

Beta-reader: @eyesxsewnxopenx

Summary: Reader is a biology teacher at the local high school when some supernatural events get Sam and Dean’s attention.

Type:one-shot

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 4540

Warnings: swearing, smut, angst.

Tagging: @deanssexyassbutt@sherlock44


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