THE VOICE IS RIGHT BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS SO WRONG

Imagine meeting Allah and having done everything right and you’re about to enter Jannah. But then Allah reveals to you the people you’ve wronged. One person you may have joked about in a prohibited way. One person you backbited because everyone else in the gathering was doing it. One person you had an argument with and raised your voice at. One person you got into with on Social Media. One person you were really shady with. One person you thought was more wrong than you, so you avoided righting your own. Even worse, what if it’s the people that loved you or those who Allah placed at your mercy? What if it’s a brother/sister who was there for you in your time of need only for you to repay it with betrayal?
At that point, do you think winning the argument would’ve been worth it? That extra dollar or even a thousand? Was the joke really that funny? Was your unrelenting ego worth the loss of Jannah?

Think long and hard about it. When you meet the Most Merciful on the Day of Judgement, let it be in a way that you only have to answer for your personal shortcomings. Allah can forgive any sin you’ve committed so long as you’ve sincerely repented. But when it involves wronging people, Allah will give them their right in full. You know why? Because He’s not just the Most Merciful to you, but also to the people you’ve wronged.

May Allah forgive us for all the times we’ve wronged others or wronged ourselves by turning away from His guidance. amen

- Omar Suleiman 

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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A Grave Predicament

@mamin-the-troll’s art of smol fox Newt fucking slayed me. It also made me think of Percy in a similar predicament only he has black lynx/wampus ears and tails. So this is for her! *blushes and dies*

First ever Gramander fic and I have no idea what I’m doing so… *dumps unbeta’d fic here and scurries back into her hole*

Tags: Possessive Percival, Fluff, Crack, Mentions of erections.

“Mr. Scamander. Please kindly take your jaw off the floor.” Graves is immediately annoyed when his newly acquired ears flatten in displeasure at the sight of Newt looking so shocked. His tail flicking in agitation doesn’t help much either. He hates it, how transparent these appendages make him, no matter how temporary they are. He can’t stop them from twitching and every barely there noise catches his attention, causing his work productivity to cease altogether.

He’s been turned into a fucking wampus. Or at least, partially so.  

He’s taken to hiding in his office, and growling at anyone who attempts to take a peek at his altered state, but no amount of glaring and growling would deter Newt who practically rushes into his office the moment he has word of Graves’ predicament.

“Mr Graves. W..what happened?” Newt asks, stepping closer, his blue eyes bright with curiosity and more than a touch of concern.

“There was an confiscated artefact that wasn’t properly purged of hexes. Needless to say the person responsible for such incompetence has been properly reprimanded.” It’s really hard to think straight, because he’s just suddenly so aware of how good Newt smells. He smells like so many creatures, of rain and freshly dug up dirt and the underlying hint of honey milk tea.

“Ah. Do you know how long it’ll be?” Newt’s staring at his ears, mesmerized. He’s noting every twitch with the same intensity that a cat would a mouse.

It’s the longest Newt’s ever been able to look at someone’s face, Graves notes. “Not soon enough,” he says with an annoyed huff. He’s trying so hard not to lean into Newt, to rub his face all over and leave his mark to stave off anyone else that might have unsavoury intentions towards his intended mate.

His tail flicks again, angry about the animalistic thought that sneaks up on him. Intended mate? Honestly…

“M…may I?” Newt asks, fingers already reaching upwards with barely contained excitement.

“I’m not one of your creatures, Mr. Scamander.” But he acquiesces, surprised when Newt doesn’t immediately reach for his ears but instead, places his hands on Graves’ face.

He’s been trying to show his intentions towards Newt for months now. Months. Every attempt so far has been foiled by nothing more than Newt’s own obliviousness. The man wouldn’t know a request of courtship if it came to him in the form of a howler and smacked him on the nose.

“I wonder what else has changed,” Newt murmurs, fingers running along Graves’ jaw with a gentleness usually only afforded to his beloved beasts. Newt even runs a thumb along his lips, pressing against them just enough to reveal abnormally long canines. “Oh that’s lovely,” he croons.

Graves shivers at the slow drag against faint stubble as those fingers travel upwards and over the area where Graves’ human ears once were. “The typical wampus colours haven’t transferred over. You’d be considered very rare,” he murmurs “In the wild I mean. If you were a black wampus.”

“Enough to end up in the black market?” Graves muses. He’s not prepared for when Newt actually touches his ears because Sweet Mary Lewis. ‘How does it feel this good?’ His knees are practically melting away under him and he has to resort to placing his hands on Newt’s trim hips to steady himself; claws digging into the blue woolen fabric.

“Most undoubtedly so.” Newt doesn’t seem to mind the touch, he probably doesn’t even realise. Too enamoured with the velveteen ears. He’s playing with the edges, thumb rubbing full circles at the base. “Don’t worry. I’d rescue you.”

“Much Appreciated.” Graves is actually… enjoying himself too much now, the thrumming of arousal low in his veins. He has to chide himself, he’s nearly 40 damnit, he can control himself. But then Newt presses down on a sweet spot and he feels as if he’s fifteen again, having just discovered that his penis does in fact, have more purposes than just for urination.

To his utter horror, a soft, deep rumble erupts from his chest and he groans. He’s purring, actually purring. Could this get any worse? The erection that’s threatening to rise within his pants tells him that yes, it very well can.

“Newt…” Graves says, voice hoarse as he brings his hands up to rest on Newt’s shoulders. It never ceases to amaze him, how all consuming his affections towards the magizoologist is. He wants to kiss him, to count and cherish every freckle, to covet his attention and to offer him everything.

“Hmn? Is there something wrong?” Newt asks, so endearingly, infuriatingly oblivious that Graves can’t help but be both exasperated and fond.

When Graves leans in, it’s with the intention to kiss Newt, but the wampus instinct within him makes him do something else. It doesn’t even make sense to him, but it feels right somehow. He licks Newt near the corner of his lips, and when he draws back, the soft sheen of saliva makes his chest rumble in pride.

Silence feels the room as Newt flushes a bright plum red that spreads across his cheeks and downwards. Graves is torn between wondering how deep that blush goes, and instant concern because maybe he’s gone too far? Maybe this has been one sided all along and his advances have been unwanted? Maybe he’s just ruined one of the first friendships that he’s had in forever, but then Newt’s mouth gapes open and shut a couple of times before he buries his face in his hands with a small sound.

“Mr. Graves? W..would you please kindly… close your eyes?” he asks, voice muffled by his own hands.

Graves is concerned, but he does as asked. His hands are still on Newt’s shoulders, and he can feel the slight tremors. Is… Is Newt afraid of him?   

“Are they closed?”

“Yes.” Graves replies, and then, after a moment, says “Mr. Scamander. I apolog-” but there’s a soft wetness at the corner of his lips and his brain short circuits because Newt just licked him back! He just responded to his request of courtship with acceptance and not only did he say yes, but he did so in a way that his the wampus within Graves leaping in joy. Sweet Mary Lewis is this what complete and utter happiness feels like? It feels like he’s soaring.

Before he can say anything else, or even open his eyes; Newt lets out an embarrassed, strangled noise and gives him a kiss on the lips. Then, he makes a hasty excuse about needing to meet the Goldstein sisters and apparates out of the Graves’ office, MACUSA rules be damned.

Graves is happy, blissfully so. He can’t stop his tail from lazily swishing back and forth. He knows that courting someone like Newt would be a slow process but would taste all the more sweeter for it. Perhaps this curse isn’t so bad after all, he’s determined to use it to his full advantage for as long as he’s able to.

He’s going to ask Newt out, on a proper date, but first, he needs to have a plan.

[Why I Love] - Chpt. 10

Kiss Me

Negan x Addison 

A/N: ( ̄ω ̄;)( ̄ω ̄;) – i’ve pretty much outlined my chapters up to this point, so it may take me some time before I post the next one, depending on how bad the writer’s block is hahaha xx 

Chapter 9 || Masterlist 

(gif by @normannipples

“What are you two doing here?”

Naomi and Jade both stood in front of my door with mischievous smiles on their faces. Jade was holding onto three glasses, and Naomi revealed a bottle of wine she had hidden behind her.

“We call it the new wife initiation”

“New wife initiation?”, I laughed.

“Yep, you’re one of us now. I think that deserves a toast”. Naomi stated, as the two of them walked inside and took their seat on my floor.

One of us now. 

That still sounds weird to me…

Jade poured the drinks, as Naomi handed me a glass.

“I just want you to know that you’ve got friends here”, she admitted, and I gave her a smile. 

She’s been so supportive and nice to me, even when I haven’t exactly reciprocated the same kindness.

“You guys are awesome”, I replied.  

The three of us toasted, taking a sip of our drinks. We were having a great time talking about life, love, and all the things we missed about the old world. The night and wine eventually turned us into three giggling girls with time passing by quickly without any of us realising it.

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Oxygen

Intro: Okay so I am super excited about this fic, I love it so much and am quite proud of it. 

The idea for it came from @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​‘s fic, Imagine Fainting in the Medbay (go read it it is absolutely amazing).  So all the credit goes to them for writing the original story, but as I read it one part really inspired me: 

“You’d been sent on away mission, and come under fire, and when you finally beamed aboard, all in one piece except for some bruising, Bones had grabbed you roughly by the upper arms and admonished you never to terrify him like that again. And then he’d kissed you. You’d been inseparable ever since” 

A story started forming in my head as soon as I read it so I asked if I could use that snippet and make it into a full fic.  

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2169

Triggers: being shot at, description of a wound (that’s about it)

Summary: see above snippet from the original story. Because I just took that idea and made it longer and with more detail. 

-Enjoy!-

The sound of phaser shots rang out around you and you ducked as one landed near your head, making the stone crumble above you.  Adrenaline coursed through you and you felt your heart racing as you attempted to make your way over to the unconscious ensign with a large gash in his chest.  He was about 50 feet away when your com beeped.  Your eyes continued to survey the scene and you put one foot in front of the other as you flipped open your com, clutching your your med kit to your chest as if it would protect you from the aliens.  

“Y/N!” You heard someone shout from the other side of the com. 

“I’m here!” You said back, yelping as another shot hit the ground a few feet in front of you. 

“Are you alright?” The voice said, and you now recognized it as Leonard. 

Leonard, aka Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer, was your boss and one of the best doctors you ever worked with.  As a nurse you were usually under-looked and underappreciated but since the day you first met Leonard, he always respected you and treated you like an equal.  Well almost always.  And when he didn’t you made sure you set him straight.  

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Thank the stars.” Leonard’s voice sounded strained. 

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‘Shattered’ - a Sherlolly fic

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 Day 5 // First Fight

thanks to @strangelock221b for being my first beta reader ever!


               “Sherlock, this isn’t working. It’s never going to work,” Molly told him solemnly. Sherlock tried but could not hold back his tears any longer. They fell down his cheeks. They had their first big fight erupt from months of little ones.

               “Molly, please,” he begged. “Please don’t leave me.” His voice was breaking. “I know I don’t deserve you but I am trying my best.”

               “I had wanted this—us—for so long,” she continued. “It’s just not what I want anymore.”

               “Molly,” he spoke in a whisper, then his voice became stronger. “What else am I supposed to do? I’ve done everything I possibly could.”

               “It just happened all wrong, Sherlock. Just because your sister forced the words doesn’t mean this is right; doesn’t mean we are right,” Molly countered. Sherlock felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

               “Maybe you’re right,” Sherlock concurred.

               “I—what?” Molly asked.

               “I was a fool; I’ll never make this mistake again. Romantic entanglements are, and always will be, nothing but a joke,” Sherlock sneered. “I no longer want any part of it. I’d rather go back to who I was.”

               “Sherlock,” Molly spoke softly. “That’s not what I—“

               “No, congratulations, Molly Hooper, you are the only woman who has ever broken my heart. I assure you that I will not allow it to happen again,” he told her before turning to walk away.

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Sides

Pairing: Steve x reader

Request: @thecoffeestudyblr​ : hey can i request a Steve Rogers imagine where the reader is super shy and anxious and is Tony’s niece who interns at the Avengers Tower for her college since her college requires an internship program and during the Civil War she has to decide what side she will be on and she has a huge crush on Steve but she also works for Tony but her and Steve rlly hit it off when they first meet and he becomes rlly overprotective and understanding of her so she sides w Steve and Tony is mad. Angst + Fluff?

A/N: so, I did it. I had no fucking inspiration and wanted to throw all this away but no, I did it. I have so less time these days but I think I am doing just fine, thank you all for being there. This one’s another Steve fic, I don’t know how this turned out but I think my writing is getting better and actually has gotten a lot better from before.i recently got my sould removed so the author’s note aint really a note. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): angst, crying, self-criticism.

Word Count: 1403

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

You were pacing to the lab with the files and papers tony and Bruce had asked you to bring immediately. You were only a few feet away from the lab before you tripped over something and fell almost face first on the floor. ‘ouch.’ You said with your face in the papers. You sat up and found the culprit; a prototype hand of Tony’s new suit. ‘damn it, uncle tony.’ you muttered and started to gather the files before you heard a chuckle.

‘yeah, he’s kinda messy.’ Steve said before kneeling in front of you. he started helping you gather the papers and you passed him a quick, shy smile. you couldn’t believe CAPTAIN AMERICA was helping you. that or a gorgeous man was helping you.

‘thank you.’ you muttered.

 ‘no problem.’ He got up with a bundle and offered to help, which you didn’t deny. ‘you’re (y/n), right? Tony’s niece?’ he asked as you carried on your way.

‘yes, how do you know?’ you asked.

‘tony being tony, held this meeting and very politely threatened us all to act nice to you. he especially told the guys that if anyone flirts or tries to trouble you he will kill us.’ he said and you chuckled.

‘he’s a bit overprotective.’ You said.

a bit?’ he looked at you and you playfully rolled your eyes. You both entered the lab chuckling and tony quirked a brow at you two.

‘is that star spangled specimen trying to get it on with, my niece?’ tony wondered.

‘seems like it but they can just be friends.’ Bruce replied.

‘I said that out loud?’ tony asked and Bruce nodded.

‘you need sleep, tony. you are sleep deprived. You have lost control’ he whispered dramatically and tony punched him lightly. ‘you don’t wanna anger the other guy.’ He warned sipping on his coffee.

‘hell I don’t.’ tony walked towards you both and Bruce shook his head at him. ‘hello, capsicle,’ tony gave Steve a sarcastic smile. ‘(y/n),’ he gave you a genuine smile. ‘why are you holding all that?’ he took all the files from you and handed them to steve without sparing him a look. ‘you liking it here?’ he asked.

‘yeah, it’s really nice. The people are great.’ You looked at Steve and he smiled back. Tony shot Steve a sharp look and he looked down.

‘great, now why don’t you go talk with Natasha or someone else, huh sweetheart?’ he you. you nodded and left.  ‘my niece, rogers. MY NIECE. She’s young and an intern, don’t you dare-‘ tony started but steve kept the files aside and decided to interrupt him.

‘can you not? We were just talking. You are just stressed with the recent events, I think you-‘

  ‘guys, we don’t need this okay? Bruce interrupted. ‘lay it off. They were just talking and (y/n) is mature enough to understand what’s right and wrong. you have to stop acting like this tony, alright?’ bruce kept a hand on tony’s shoulder and he nodded.

‘I’ll, I’ll just go.’ Tony took a deep breath and left.

You were getting along great with Steve and the others. It wasn’t like you were an intern and working there. You felt like you were around family and friends, work wasn’t work it felt like all play. Steve and you were getting closer each day, and you didn’t mind it, you had always had a big crush on him. he was smart, dorky, funny, and not to forget gorgeous. He was one of a kind, he would read with you, talk to you about his past and everything he wanted to. With him, you felt like you weren’t some extra puzzle piece, he made you feel like you fit, like you were good enough just the way you were no matter how shy or weird you were. Everything was going great. It was all falling into place before everything started falling apart.

The cracks formed between the avengers post that conference. Oh, how you wished it had never happened. Only if there was no dispute over the sokovia accords. It seemed like it wasn’t that big a problem, it seemed like it could be mended but things got worse. Steve found bucky, the cracks got deeper. And as the situation worsened, when you thought it couldn’t possibly happen, the cracks weren’t there; the team had been split into two.

‘I cannot believe you are having second thoughts about this, (y/n)!’ tony cried, hurt heavy in his eyes and voice. ‘you are my blood! I have treated you like my daughter, haven’t I?’ he stepped closer to you. there was a lump in your throat and you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

You were terrified to say the least. It wasn’t just right or wrong you had to choose in this situation, it was love and blood, it was being loyal or judicious. You had to choose a side. You had to decide.

‘(y/n), look me in the eyes and talk to me. is it going to be me or him?’ he asked, his voice growing angrier.

‘him..’ you looked up, your voice barely above a whisper. Tony was taken aback. You too? Was there no one left of what he called his family he could trust? he felt like someone had punched him in his tear ducts.

 An ‘oh’ was all that he could muster. ‘uncle tony-‘ you started to speak but he silenced you by putting forward a hand.

‘don’t. leave. just leave.’ he looked away from you. you bit your bottom lip and violently wiped the tears off your face. you slung your backpack and started to leave. ‘(y/n)?’ he asked and you faced him. ‘don’t call me uncle ever again. don’t come back.’ He said and your heart dropped to your stomach. You turned away and left. Tony couldn’t see your tears, neither could you see his. Both of you lost something precious that day.

You were running nonstop. You couldn’t stop, you couldn’t stop until you saw Steve’s face. only he could help you calm down, help ease these achy feeling, help heal your broken heart. It was all so overwhelming, what have you done? You stopped when you saw Steve standing by his car anxiously waiting for you. he straightened up when he saw you. you crashed into his chest and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you protectively and rubbed your back.

‘shhh.. doll, it’s okay. I know it’s hard but it’ll all be alright.’ He tried to calm you.

‘I hurt him, Steve. He said- he said that I can never call him my uncle again. He looked so broken, I am so selfish.’ Your voice cracked. He pulled back and put his hand on your shoulders.

‘you’re not selfish, you are not wrong. you are doing what’s right.’ He wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. You didn’t know how to react so you just stared at him blankly. He sighed quietly and opened the door of the backseat. He got in first and then made space for you to lay on top of him.

You lay your head on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You had both forgotten about everything else for a while before he broke the silence.

‘everything will be alright. I know it will.’ He said mostly to himself and you hummed in response. ‘I am sorry I –‘

‘it was my decision.’ You kept a hand on his cheek and ran your thumb on his cheekbone. ‘please don’t make yourself go through all this.’ You said and he kept a hand on your hand. He gave you a small smile. ‘I don’t know what to do, neither do you. guess we’ll just have to..’ you looked for a word but couldn’t find one that would fit.

‘guess we’ll have to help keep each other afloat.’ He gave you a small smile. you nodded before resting your head on his chest again. He kissed the top of your head and started to soothingly rub your back again. what was coming ahead didn’t seem good, things were surely going to take a bad turn. But at that moment you didn’t care, you didn’t care about the broken ribbons or the ones that would break ahead. you for now, had to be strong, for you knew nothing else of what the future might hold.

As The Snowflakes Fall

Hey! I’m back! I hope I can make your Sunday better by uploading a new oneshot based on one of the first prompts I found around Tumblr and I never got to writing it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did and well, as always, any type of feeedback is welcome.

based on this prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP unexpectedly slipping on the snow/ice while going on a stroll with Person B.  Person A is embarrassed because they fell in front of their crush and got snow all over themselves but Person B just brushes off the snow and gives them a kiss.

summary: Dan is late to his second date with Phil and is convinced he has ruined all of his chances of being with the blue eyed by slipping on ice and embarrassing himself in front of him.

words: 1.8k

no trigger warnings


“Why did we decide to have our second date in a park when it’s freaking December?” Dan wondered out loud, searching for the coziest jumper he could find and putting it on.

Dan knew he was late. It was his second date with Phil and he was going to be late. Great, just what he needed. He picked up his phone to warn Phil but it was dead. Fine. He didn’t have enough time to charge it now. Everything was going perfectly for Dan today.

He and Phil met last month thanks to a blind date their friends had managed to organize and somehow get them to agree to it. It had turned out more than okay since they had agreed on going into a second date. They both felt a bit awkward to jump into the dating area yet only after one date so Dan was really hoping whatever they had now escalated into more because he really liked Phil.

And he was going to ruin his chances of it by being late.

He had spent too much time straightening his hair only to get it curled by the small slowflakes that were starting to fall down.

“Too much effort for nothing.” Dan said to himself as he looked the small white dots slowly touch the pavement from one of the windows of his apartment.

He grabbed his big coat from the entrance only just to have to turn back to his bedroom so he could pick the black wool beanie he owned and rushed out of the door.

Dan could only hope the beanie would protect his hair enough so it wouldn’t show his ‘hobbit hair’.

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Phil was sitting on one of the cold park benches waiting for Dan. He kept looking at his phone to see if Dan had sent him a message or something, to tell him that he couldn’t meet today or even to tell him that he was going to be late to their date but nothing popped up.

He was sure they had the right numbers. They had been texting each other non-stop since their date and Dan seemed interested enough to agree to have another date and see where they could end up.

Phil sent him a few texts and then called, but Dan’s voicemail turned up instead, saying that the phone was turned off. There was no way of contacting him now. He would have to sit and wait at least till he couldn’t feel his butt anymore.

A few more minutes passed and Phil was starting to give up hope. Dan wasn’t interested and wasn’t going to show up. He had been stood up and he had to accept it. At least the fact that it was snowing would cheer him up a bit.

Phil stood up from the bench and started making his way out of the park when he heard a loud call from behind “Phil wait!”

He turned around, only to find a panting Dan at the other side, a small smile showing onto his face. “Dan!” Phil shouted back, waving at him, happy to see that his date was just late and hadn’t decided to leave him alone in a freezing park.

Phil saw Dan running towards him, not seeing the small puddle that had freezed during the night and had made the floor slippery. “Dan, watch out!” Phil tried to warn him so he wouldn’t slip but it was too late.

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Dan saw his life flash in front of his eyes. One moment he was running to reach Phil and before he knew it he was slipping on ice and falling down on his bum, hurting his lower back and palms in the process of stopping the impact from being to harsh.

He heard Phil warn him but it was already too late. His jeans were wet, his body hurt and the worst of all he had embarrassed himself in front of Phil, making a fool of himself by falling down because of the ice.

'Why can’t I do anything right? Why do I have to ruin everything even before it starts? I hate this. I always fuck up’ were the thoughts inside Dan’s mind, making him look down to his lap as he felt his eyes water. 'Great. Now I’m about to start crying. How can anything else go wrong?’ but before his thoughts could get deeper, he heard Phil’s worried voice calling him.

“Dan, hey, you okay?” Phil asked once he approached him, crouching down to his level.

Dan just nodded, not looking at Phil so he wouldn’t see his watery brown eyes. He didn’t think he could handle Phil laughing at his tears, because he was sure he would. Who wouldn’t laugh at Dan’s ridiculousness, huh?

He tried to dismiss Phil by lifting his right arm and waving his hand but he hadn’t realized his wrist hurt so he let out a little scream, and tried to still it with his other hand but before he could even lift it Phil had gently grabbed his forearm to look at the sprained wrist.

“It’s not broken, but maybe needs to be bandaged.” Phil commented, “let me help you up, okay?”

Dan considered getting up by himself, but he realized he might fall back down since he had such weak arms so he just nodded.

He felt Phil’s presence behind him, putting his long arms under his armpits and easily lifting him, stilling the both of them on dry ground so they didn’t slip.

“You think you can walk? I tried to warn you about the ice but it was too late…” Phil said, taking a few steps so he could be in front of Dan, who was still avoiding his gaze by looking down to their feet.

“Yeah, my legs are fine, my butt hurts a bit and also does my lower back but it will be fine.” Dan said in a small voice, trying to mask his pain, hoping Phil wouldn’t catch on it.

“If you are fine why does it look like you are about to cry, Dan?” Phil asked in a caring voice, putting his hand’s on Dan’s biceps so he could comfort him a bit.

Dan couldn’t believe it. The one time he didn’t want to be noticed while he was about to cry was the time he had the most caring man in front of him and he had ruined all chances of being with him by being such an awkward human being.

He sniffled and lifted his left hand to brush away a tear that had escaped from his eye, “Because I’m so embarrassed I cannot even look at you. I’m sorry I ruined our date. I fell down on ice because I wasn’t looking and I ended up with wet jeans and a sprained wrist in a span of a minute. I’m such a fuck-up. I’m so sorry Phil.”

Phil just stared at him. How could Dan think he had ruined their date by falling down? It wasn’t his fault the ground was slippery!

“Hey Dan,” Phil called for him in the sweetest voice, bringing one of his hands towards Dan’s chin, moving Dan’s head so he would look at him. His eyes were red from tears that were about to fall down and Phil really didn’t want to see the beautiful man in front of him cry. “First of all you are not a fuck-up, okay? Don’t ever say that again.” Dan was about to speak so he could deny everything Phil was saying but the blue eyed beat him to it.

“No, you don’t get a saying in this.” Phil lifted his index finger to Dan’s lips, shuting him up for good. “Also, you haven’t ruined anything. People fall al the time and this time it happened to be you, so don’t worry; I just want to make sure you are okay. I really want to continue this date so if you feel up to it we will go back to my apartment and bandage that wrist so we can continue it, what do you say?” Phil said, reassuring him that it was fine; that him falling didn’t change anything.

Dan just stared at him not really knowing what to respond. He didn’t feel like going out again, even if it was with Phil. He had had enough of snow and cold for today.

“We can stay inside if you prefer.” Phil suddenly said, as if he could read Dan’s mind. “I’ll make popcorn and we can watch a movie while bundled up in blankets on my sofa, okay? I will lend you some pyjama pants to wear so you can be more comfortable. What do you say?”

He looked at Dan with what the brown eyed could call “puppy-eyes” making it impossible to deny Phil’s request. Movie and blankets sounded really nice to be honest. He felt Phil’s fingers lace with his, making him take a step closer so they could look at each other better as he felt Phil’s thumbs caress his cold skin.

Dan smiled a bit at the gesture but didn’t respond. Phil was such a sweet man it almost made his heart melt.

“C'mon, Dan, I will let you choose whatever movie you want!” Phil said as a last attempt of convincing Dan to continue their date.

“Any movie I want?” Dan couldn’t help but blurt out the question to Phil, who eagerly nodded.

“Any movie, I promise.”

“Okay. But only because I get to choose the movie.” Dan said in a happier tone, starting to feel a bit better.

Phil grinned and untangled their hands, lifting them towards Dan’s beanie, brushing a few snowflakes that had fallen down on it before pulling it over his ears so they wouldn’t get colder than they already were.

“Now we can go if you want.” Phil said in a really quiet voice, as if it was a secret only for the both of them.

Dan nodded again, a silly smile on his face, a complete loss of words because of the gestures of the man in front of him. So he just laced his left hand fingers with Phil’s right, giving him a hint of what he wanted.

“Well then, show me the way.” Dan whispered in the same tone.

Phil looked at their hands and then into Dan’s eyes, which still were a bit watery so in hopes of making Dan a bit happier he leaned in and softly kissed Dan’s cold cheek, which now was getting red with the faint blush that was starting to appear.

Dan ducked his head, trying to hide his now red tinted cheeks, but as soon as he lowered it he had to lift it again, because Phil had started to pull him to the exit of the park towards his apartment, not giving him time to feel shy about it.

If Phil asked, he could say that his red cheeks were from the cold, but he was sure the blue eyed wasn’t going to believe it anyway.

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Hi! I'd really love a Bellarke AU set in the 'verse of The Adventure Zone (and it can be completely up to you if they're involved w the main plot or regular agents of the Bureau of Balance) -- I love your writing, thank you so much !!

Bellamy doesn’t really know how he ends up with a job at Fantasy Costco.

There is, for certain, some kind of interview process. The experience of it exists in his mind, but hazy, as if it happened in a dream. In all honesty, he would believe it really did happen in a dream, if anyone told him that. It seems more plausible that Garfield the Deals Warlock comes to people in their sleep and asks if they want to work for him than it does that he advertises in the paper or something.

Regardless of how he ends up there, Bellamy does, for the most part, like his job. It’s retail, but there are fewer customers than at his previous jobs, and the customers aren’t nicer, but he at least develops more personal relationships with them. And, of course, his boss is a giant wierdo, but, again, that’s fairly standard for retail.

And, of course, he’s on the moon, which puts him in a good position to, perhaps, find a better, cooler job.

Which is why he asks Clarke, about two months into his employment, “How would I get a job at the Bureau?”

Clarke is a fairly low-level Bureau of Balance employee, something like his equivalent, in her own organization. It’s just that being a low-level employee at the Bureau of Balance involves going out into the world and finding dangerous artifacts to help save the world, and being a low-level employee at Fantasy Costco involves cleaning up vomit in the aisles. Which he assumed there wouldn’t be much of, because all of their customers are professional adults, but apparently that’s not as much of a help as he hoped it would be.

So, again, a new job might be nice.

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Don’t be afraid

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You and MF gang share your opinions on Kai

You stumbled over your own feet, walking into the Salvatore’s house and closed the big, old door behind you, your feet taking you into the living room where you stopped, completely befuddled because everyone was there and it looked like they were having a deep conversation about something, and you were about to find out about what they were talking.

‘Hello, guys’ you muttered and jumped over the back of the couch, plopping yourself on the sweet and soft cushion and on the free spot, next to Elena and Bonnie. Everyone looked serious, as they were afraid to tell you what the conversation was about. This was the first time, because they used to share everything with you, without being afraid something would go wrong if you accidentally over heard what they were on about.

'What’s this all about? Why are you all so quiet? It’s me, you can tell me what you’ve been up to.’ You acknowledged, waiting for any of them to answer you. Bonnie shifted in her seat, looking over to Damon who walked to the fancy table where he kept all of those expensive drinks and poured some bourbon into the specially carved glass.

'For god’s sake, guys, we’ve been talking about Kai.’ Elena stated, looking towards you as you looked at her wide eyed, not because you were shocked when she said they were talking about Kai but because everyone acted like you were suddenly the big enemy. You’ve always been extremely close with all of them, so this was something new to you.

'Really? And you didn’t want to tell me because?’ You talked back at them, Damon’s gaze meeting yours.

'We know you’re a little bit closer with Kai than all of us, so we thought maybe you would, I don’t know, freak out or something.’ Damon stated, his voice a bit raspy as he took another sip of the bourbon that was in his glass, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

'Seriously? And? What do you think about him?’ You stated the question and shifted in your seat, pulling up your legs on the couch and placing them underneath your butt, sitting on your heels.

'I think he can’t be trusted.’ Bonnie said abruptly, making you role your eyes at her comment. She was always like this and a part of you understood, but part of you didn’t. She was acting like a child and it was kind of annoying.

'Oh, wow, Bon Bon. I totally agree.’ You said it sarcastically and rolled your eyes at her, making her turn her head away from you and look into one spot in front of her on the wall.

'So, what? Do you want to say that I’m overreacting and that we should all be besties with him?’ Bonnie said with obvious anger in her voice, her eyes piercing through your skin as you refused to look at her in the eyes. 'Of course she’s quiet. It’s because she doesn’t think the same and she never will.’

'What do you want me to say, huh? Oh, let’s all start hating Kai and shut him out of our lives, or, wait wait, even better, let’s throw him back into the prison world where he belongs. C'mon, Bonnie, don’t make a fool of yourself.’ You answered her, unable to hide the sarcasm in your voice.

'So you just expect from me to work with him? Go on trips together and stuff like that?’ Bonnie stood up from her seat and took a few steps towards Jeremy, who was standing next to the fireplace, his hand placed on the brick surface of it.

'No, I just expect you to try to give him the second chance. He’s done n-’

'Nothing wrong? I almost killed myself because of him and don’t even make me start on what he did to me when I was stuck in there with him.’ Bonnie stated, constantly repeating the same story about prison world and all the things that had happened there.

'I know that by heart, Bonnie.’

'And should I mention how he killed Jo on her wedding day or did you forget about that? Everything happened beca-’

'Because you didn’t want to give him a second chance and you left him in 1903 prison world all alone. You weren’t so good yourself Bon Bon.’ You bursted out, running your fingers through your hair roughly, unable to hide how angry you were and how sick you were of the same thing happening over and over again. You loved Bonnie, but sometimes she was wrong and she never wanted to admit that someone else might be right.

'He deserved that.’ Bonnie uttered out, raising her voice.

'He wanted to change!’

'So did I. And I did and it helped me, while he-’

'He ended up alone again. You left him there without and explanation and he just wanted a chance. He wanted to help you all.’

'Ok, that’s enough.’ Damon stated, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you back a little bit, the grip on your arm getting tighter as all you wanted to do was get closer to Bonnie and tell her everything you had in you right into her face.

'It’s not enough! Bonnie he saved you. He helped Jeremy and Elena and Damon to bring you back and you should be thankful, but no, you just stabbed him in the back. Literally.’

'You know what, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have to go.’ Bonnie trailed off and took her jacket of the big couch and walked into the hallway with dimmed lights as she twisted the door knob and let herself out, the silence unbearable in the living room when she left. Everyone was lost for words or everyone was scared to say anything after the fight you just had with Bonnie.

'Well, that was something.’ Stefan claimed and came closer to you, his hands placing on yur shoulders and squeezed them lightly, the tension in your shoulders obvious under his touch as he kept massaging them. You sighed deeply and furiously scratched your forehead and placed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

'What is up with you and Bonnie lately? Or more accurately, what is up with you and Kai? You seem to be pissed off everytime someone says something bad about him or does something you don’t like. I think there’s more of a story here than you lead us on. What’s going on really?’ Elena asked you, her eyes focused on you as she sat closer next to you on a big couch, pulling her legs towards her body and hugging them with her arms.

'Nothing. And there really isn’t anything more here. I’m just angry because if I could give him a second chance, then so can Bonnie and he’s in fact a really nice person when you get to know him. He is a little tough and everything, but he has a good side in him and I’m not gonna throw that away just because he made mistakes in his past.’ You claimed and stood up, fixing your hair and taking the glass out of Damon’s hand, taking a sip of the cold and refreshing alcoholic beverage.

'Yeah, but his mistakes were merciless and it’s not like he didn’t have a choice, right? And all the things he did to me, kidnapped me and then practiced his magic on me, I can’t get over that thát easily. Maybe you’re right about him, I don’t know.’ She stated and looked in your direction, her face not moving an inch, as if she was waiting for you to react differently.
You gave Damon an empty glass, placing it on his palm and took a deep breath before you slowly started walking towards the front door, but before you reached the hallway, you turned around on your heels and ran your fingers through your hair, everyone in the room shooting their gaze toward you.

'Just give him a chance. You won’t regret it.’ You claimed and turned around again, walking through the hallway and letting yourself out. You spent the entire afternoon walking around Mystic Falls, just to clear your mind and almost forgot you and Kai were supposed to hang out. You quickly ran home, stumbling on the couple of stairs that led right to the porch, a single light burning above the front door. You reached out your hand and twisted the door knob, finding a dark hallway and a light breeze coming through the window next to the front door. You took your shoes off and threw them next to the small table where you kept some of the things that were kind of irrelevant. You walked through the narrow hallway and reached the doors of your room as you opened them slowly and turned the light on, throwing your jacket on the chair next to your bed but right at that moment, you saw Kai sleeping on your bed, curled up in a little ball, his hair perfectly messy and looking soft as usual, his lips lightly parted, him altogether looking peaceful and so soft. You turned off the light and reached into your closet, taking out the softest blanket you had and spread it, placing it gently over Kai’s body, making sure you were being careful enough not to wake him up. You looked at him one more time and smiled as you walked out of the room and closed the doors, heading to the guest room, plopping yourself onto the bed. It didn’t took you long enough as your eyes started closing, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each second. You jumped under the covers, tugging on it light as you pulled the covers up a little bit, covering yourself up all the way to your chin and drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up around 7:45 am in the morning and looked around, realizing you were in the guest room and not your own, remembering that Kai fell asleep on your bed. A smile appeared on your face at the thought of that, making you happy for some reason. You got up and headed to the kitchen, making some pancakes, your stomach growling from the emptiness. Your phone was in your pocket, headphones plugged in and your favorite song playing loudly enough for you to get into the rhythm and start dancing. You completely lost track of time and got into dancing, loud music blasting through the headphones stopping you from hearing anything that was happening around you. You suddenly turned around and saw Kai standing in front of you, wearing only his jeans as his upper body remained shirtless, making your breath hitch.

'Good morning!’ Kai muttered as you took off your headphones, stopping the music and placed your phone on the kitchen counter, still close to you. You swallowed hard, deep down knowing Kai has seen a lot, including your awkward dancing which you always did when you were alone.

'Morning.’ You said and flipped the last pancake, putting it on the plate and placed the plate in front of Kai. His toned torso was distracting you from focusing on his words, but somehow you managed to snap out of it.

'Did you sleep well?’ You finally asked him, a smile lighting up his face.

'Like a baby. Although, I don’t remember covering myself up last night.’ Kai said, putting a small piece of pancake into his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

'Yeah, about that. I covered you with that blanket.’

'Why?’

'Because I thought it was a nice gesture.’ You replied, sitting next to him on one of the stools, view of Kai’s bare torso distracting you again.

'And you didn’t want to wake me up, even though I did  hear when you walked in and when you covered me up.’

'Why didn’t you say anything?’ You asked him, his eyes looking directly into yours.

'Because I- I was afraid. No one’s ever done something like that and it was new. Everything is new to me and I’m just trying to fit in.’ Kai stated and showed you a weak smile, cutting the pancake into dozens of pieces but didn’t take any of them.

'Well now you have me and I’ll always take care of you. I’m gonna help you, ok? That’s what friends are for.’ You trailed off and hugged him, his strong arm wrapping around your body.

'Thank you. For being my friend. It means a lot.’ He said and smiled at you again.

'Always.’ You said and kept looking at him until he looked away as you tried to calm your heartbeat a little bit. You were happy to have a person like Kai in your life and you were ready to do everything to make the others see what a good person he is and how much he actually cares about people who also care about him.

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Scoffing I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I’d opted for something a tad bit warmer than this dress. Walking outside I was finally able to breathe after being inside that stuffy club where the most prominent smells include a mixture of drinks and overpowering perfume- and that’s only the first smells, and frankly the more pleasant. I glanced back behind me at the club, although discreet in style the booming of music could be heard from down the road. 

Unsure where I was heading I just kept walking, not quite enough for a cab and low battery on my phone my aim was to find a cafe of some sort. “Y/n?” I heard my name being called and my instinct was to keep on walking, ignoring the continuous calling. The voice began to get closer to me and I began to freeze up, my own heartbeat overpowering everything else. 

Reaching into my bag I fiddled for the item and as a hand connected to my shoulder I turned quickly on my heels and sprayed dry shampoo right in their eyes. Immediately realising it was the wrong product my trail of thought was interrupted by his screeching in response to the sudden move. He then fell down, clutching his face exposing a distinct tattoo on his arm. “Oh shit.” Mumbling I crouched down in front of him, only up close realising who it was. “I am so sorry Calum, I had no idea it was you! Here, let me help you.” I began to dig through my bag and managed to find some wipes, “Can you move your hands out of your eyes for me? I might be able to ease the stinging.” Biting my lip I prepared myself as he slowly moved his hands leaving his eyes clear for me to see. 

It was awful. His eyes and surrounding them were very red and sore. It seemed as if he was struggling to blink and tears continued to fall, “It’s alright, you didn’t know. I get that.” He laughed lightly through the pain and the strain could be heard in his voice. 

After a while I eventually managed to get him to his feet, then it was a matter of him slowly getting his vision back rather than it being a blurred mess for him. All I could do was support him and continue to apologise every few seconds, to which he just apologised back causing a cycle to just repeat itself. Eventually we found ourselves at a cafe where I got us a table whilst he wandered off into the bathrooms to splash water in his eyes. 

Whilst I sat there a waitress came over, “He alright?” She queried as I anxiously glanced past her in the direction of the bathrooms. 

Snapping out of my thought I focused on her as she stood raising an eyebrow holding a notepad. “Oh, him? He’s fine, I erm, sprayed dry shampoo in his eyes accidently. Two black coffees please.” Rushing my words she merely nodded and walked off, shaking her head disapprovingly.  

Eventually he walked out, covering one of his eyes making me feel worse and fidget in my seat whilst he came over sitting down with a sigh. “Is it bad?” I ask once he relaxes in the back of the leather booth. 

Moving his hand away I let out a sigh of relief, the redness has died down a lot, thankfully. “Stings a little but I’m alright.” He shrugged his shoulders and then the coffees were placed in front of us. “So,” Taking a quick sip before adding some sugar to his coffee he focused on me. “why walk out of a club when you had been there less than an hour?” 

Resting my head in my hand I copied his movements and leant in, analysing the red contrasting the brown in his eyes. “Wasn’t keen.” I stated and sat upright in the booth, proving difficult. 

“That all?” He asked taking a large sip of his coffee but based on the look on his face it wasn’t so good. I decided to test it and took a sip but the sensation was not a good one, even with a mass amount of sugar it cannot cover that this is simply a bad cup of coffee. 

Reaching into my pocket I placed a note on the table and the two of us left, proceeded to aimlessly wander the streets. “Well there is more to it.” I spoke up as we walked, heading towards the pier. 

“Thought as such.” A smirk appeared across his face and I nudged him lightly in response. “So what was it then, the music? Drinks not all that?” I shook my head at his possibilities. 

“If you must know,” I began and walked ahead slightly, choosing to face him as I explained, now walking backwards with ease; even in these heels. “some guy was looking at me.” He pulled an unimpressed face in response and I raised my hands in defense. “Okay hear me out. I have learnt that there are two looks guys give or have. The first is the ‘she’s pretty’ look, then the second is ‘she’s weak’ and that is more creepy and intimidating. You can probably guess what look I got that made me leave sooner rather than later.” 

He picked up his pace as we neared the pier, the lights and signs glowing vividly standing out of the plain buildings we walk by. “Not all guys are like that you know.” Quick to comment he raised his shoulders and walked on ahead. 

“That’s because you aren’t one of them.” I stated as we came to the crossing, the music a lot less intense compared to the club. The environment appearing more welcoming as well. “You look at me like I’m pretty.” Smiling and posing on the spot I chuckled lightly at his unimpressed expression. 

Crossing the road linking arms we got beeped at by a car causing me to jump out of my skin, resulting in a loud laugh from Calum. “Okay that, that was just perfect timing. So, you’re calling yourself pretty?” Raising an eyebrow to me I paused and contemplated the thought as he waited to walk through the pier in the direction of the doughnuts. 

“Can’t a girl compliment herself once a while?” I suggested and he nodded in response, a small smile of defeat crossing by. 

“Touche. Doughnuts?” Excited I walked ahead, not even needing to give him an answer as I queued at the counter trying not to drool at them as they came fresh out of the batter I heard him moan about how good they look. 

Offering to pay I ordered us a bag and leant against the counter under the poorly lit surface. Passing me the bag I paid and walked off, taking one out of the bag and headed inside, ignoring the small gaps in the wooden panels below us as the waves sounded. All the whilst Calum just had this look on his face directed at me. Finishing eating a doughnut I felt a bit self conscious, it was neither looks that I’d typically experienced, it was something else. 

“Is there some sugar on my face?” Quickly I began to wipe around my face with little luck of finding anything. He came towards me and took my hands away from my face and lead me away from the pier and towards the beach. 

Just before we reached the sand he paused, turning around he faced me. “Yeah, those won’t do.” Pointing to my heels I gave in, taking them off and I could hear my feet thanking me for this freedom. 

Walking along the beach and feeling the sand in between my toes was relaxing, we continued to eat doughnuts and just talk like old times. “How come we don’t talk much? I mean, we’re always around each other.” I stood still opposite him as I pondered over it. 

We’d been friends for years, yet never really knew each other. It was odd as he was someone who to me, was always there just in the background. “Well, I guess I never thought about it like that.” The wind picked up and blew my hair into my face which I tucked behind my ear. “Why don’t we talk now?” I suggested and sat down in front of him and placed the bag of doughnuts between us, and glanced up at him. 

“Why not.” He mumbled as he sat down opposite me. I began to play with the sand between my fingertips, and listened to the sound of the waves crashing a few meters away. 

Closing my eyes I let the surroundings take over, the smell of the salt water so fresh. The taste of sugar filling my tongue and the sea rather than overpowering music, it was ideal. I opened my eyes again and saw him wearing a sweet smile, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. 

We talked for hours, learning more about each other and things I could never have guessed about him. “Wait you sing too?” He said, clearly shocked. Slowly I nodded as I finished my doughnut and swallowed it. 

“Always have.” I chuckled. 

His smile grew and the look in his eyes lasted, “Oh you have something on your face.” He stated and sighing I wiped at my cheek but his giggle meant I’d not found it. “Let me.” Leaning towards me his face was in front of mine, his hand cupping my cheek as his thumb wiped the sugar from the corner of my lip. 

Feeling the heat rise in my cheeks I tore my eyes from his, the gaze too intense. His hand lingered on my face too long, glancing back up at him I could sense him leaning in. Unable to move I leaned in too, his gentle lips on mine and as I pulled away I giggled lightly. “What?” He spoke up. 

“I just thought of jumping waves like I did when I was a kid, fancy it?” Standing up I held my hand out, waiting for him to join. 

His hand intertwined with mine and we started to walk towards the sea. The loud splashes rise up our legs causing us to exhale and shiver at the bitterness. “This was a bad idea.” I shiver as my teeth chatter, Calum just laughs. 

“Here.” He begins to pick me up unexpectedly and I squeal, wrapping my arms tightly around him. A mischievous look crosses his face and I shake my head, refusing to let go. 

“If you drop me you are dead.” Completely serious I hold on tight, not budging. 

“Well, if you won’t let go.” He began to walk, getting deeper into the water until it brushed his waist and all over my back. “I didn’t let you go.” Smirking to me he released his hold under my legs and I wrapped them around his waist, leaning in to kiss him again. 

“Can we go get more doughnuts? And then maybe a hot shower?” I suggested as I shivered against him. 

“Together?” A blush crossed my cheeks and I laughed at his manner. Pulling a face to him I couldn’t deny the glint in his eyes that was enticing as he carried me back to the sand. 

What Are You? Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Friendship) Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing so far.

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A/N: This chapter is more about (Y/N) and Steve’s relationship, things will pick up with her and her abilities as the chapters continue. Just laying a base work of her life she has now.



The sound Matt’s face made when you sucker punched him made your stomach twist, not exactly in disgust, but not fully in excitement. You see out of the corner of your eye Sam is running towards you, pushing Matt’s hand off your arm as he holds his face, cussing you out.

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The Rooftop

This is written for the #ChoicesCreates round 18. This will be my first time writing in this fandom. 
After reading @angelschoices​ ‘s fic, the set up kinda stuck with me and I found myself writing this. (I hope you don’t mind it.)
Book: The Royal Romance
Pairing: DrakexMC
Summary:  “Well, what can I say, you pushed your luck too far, this is now what you get, a big softie asking you what’s wrong.”
[Side Note: I will be using Riley Whittmore for the MC’s name. And the story takes place somewhere closer to the Prince’s coronation. @hollyashton @kittenmusicals ]

There was something comforting in the big dark sky, even if the stars weren’t shining. Especially after she left New York. Because no matter where she went, she could always carry the sky with her. Somehow, at some point she forgot about it, in this insane competition to set her entire life before her. Riley wasn’t a girl who lived a life with strict future plans, big committed relationships, all she wanted was to live every day to the fullest. And there she was in a small fairytale kingdom, competing not only for the most committed relationship she was gonna have with someone she met recently but an entire country. She forgot about her sky.

Until somebody reminded her again. That day, in the woods…

And there she said it. Not only she said it on the horseback riding, she screamed later again in her room to Maxwell. She was unsure of what to do. Once started falling there was no way up.

Raven haired girl stormed off, knowing she didn’t have any right of doing so. She furiously walked through the endless corridors until she came across to a door which let to the rooftop.
It was nice to see something familiar. She sat down and rested her back on a downcast.

“Hey Whittmore, you shouldn’t be here.” Riley startled with the familiar voice. As he sat down next to her, she found herself answering with a witty smile on her face.

“Neither should you.”

“Fair enough.” Drake gave a half smile. He paused for a moment and looked at her face long enough to make her feel vulnerable. “Are you okay?”
“Oh wow,” she said in a sarcastic tune. “I must look really bad or you lost your rough edges all together.”

Drake chuckled and leaned closer to whisper. “Well, what can I say, you pushed your luck too far, this is now what you get, a big softie asking you what’s wrong.”

She looked away and locked her dark blue eyes on her shoes. “Perhaps I did.”

“What?” He asked right away.

“Pushed my luck too far.” She was frowning while gazing into the distance.

Drake caught himself thinking how adorable she looked like that, so he stopped looking at her direction. By habit he started playing with the last button on his denim shirt and finally answered. “Depends. People like us only survive by pushing boundaries.”

Riley looked at him. “What kind people are we, Drake?”

He refused to look back. “Existential crisis is not good look on you, Whittmore.”
She ignored the teasing in his voice. “Drake… I mean it.”
He took a deep breath and turned his head to her. “We strive, Riley”  He paused for a moment as if he was trying to find the right word. “ We fight. We are commoners, we weren’t born into wealth, adequate, curtsy.”

“So you too think I can’t be a queen.”

Drake looked at her like she just insulted whiskey. “On the contrary, Whittmore, I think nobody could be a better queen than you.” He grumbled. “Who says that anyway, Olivia?”

“I do.” After a silent moment she confessed half of the truth. “ We had a fight with Maxwell.”

Prince’s best friend looked rather amused and waved his hand as if it was nothing. “He’s gonna be fine, he lost his ability to hold grudge at some point in college.”

She finaly broke into a smile.

“There you go.” He muttered softly.

“He is too nice.”

“I know right?” They shared a big smile that slowly faded away.

There were a few stars showing up that night. It was somewhat a cloudy night. Usually it bothered Drake, not being able to see all the stars because it would upset his sister when they couldn’t. But this time he didn’t mind it, actually he found it quite peaceful. He seemed to be getting to this conclusion whenever Riley was around. It was almost like she had a super power to make everything bearable. Drake wanted to hate that feeling. He really did.

All of a sudden she filled the silence. “I can’t do this, Drake.” Her hands were shaking so she tried to hide it. “I can’t continue.”

He was caught off guard. “You can’t.” He stuttered. “You can’t leave Liam. You can’t abandon Maxwell to his brother, or Hana in the warzone.” or me alone. “It’s not you.” He saw a spark in her eyes as he finished his sentence.

“What do you know about me? Do you know anything about who I was before this competition, do you know where I grew up, my family, what were my dreams, how many times i left, or i was abandoned?” She couldn’t manage to lower her voice.

He couldn’t get away, it felt like a magnetic pull, gathering them closer. She was somehow out of breath and there was something in his eyes that she couldn’t understand. After a moment felt like couple of centuries and the quickest seconds at the same time he managed to stop staring.
“We are made of all those who have built and broken us.” He quoted. “I don’t know who you were, but I know who you are. Your past, i’d be here to listen if you wanted me to.” Drake gathered the courage to look into her blue eyes again.  “But you can’t go.”

Riley leaned closer. “Then ask me to stay.”

“Stay.” he whispered.

“Ask me to stay for you.”

He gaped, frowned, forgot to breath. And all left into a stern expression within seconds.  “I can’t.”

“Why?” she asked hoping maybe he would convince her, prove her feelings were misplaced but mostly she hoped he’d return those feelings. She didn’t wanna think how wrong this was nor how right it felt.

Drake, on the other hand, wanted to let everything go. The guilt, the desire, the hope, the affection, everything… He wanted to be able to say the way he feels instead he said something else. “Don’t let the pressure of the court misguide you, Whittmore.” There was the Drake she first met, his soft looks turned into unwelcoming ones. He pulled himself back barely. Prince’s best friend didn’t know if he could leave. His voice cracked. “I should go.”

“Yeah.” she murmured. “You should.”
So he did.

Klaine one-shot - “Organized Chaos” (Rated PG13)

Kurt comes home one night to find his husband in desperate need of his help … but will Blaine let Kurt help him? (2292 words)

So, I re-wrote this, playing off the idea that Blaine may also have suffered from OCD, kind of the way Kurt did, but as an extension of PTSD (seeing as the meta exists that Dalton!Blaine was actually the facade, and the Blaine we see at McKinley was the person he actually was). I based this off of my own personal experiences with OCD and PTSD. The cleaning, the disposable pens, the paper towels, and the obsession with vents, those are personal to me, as is the way Blaine’s grandmother passes away.

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“Sorry I’m late, sweetie,” Kurt calls, juggling his messenger bag on his shoulder, a narrow paper bag with a bottle of Riesling in the crook of his arm, and two way-too-thin plastic bags, both trying, with little success, to contain the multiple cardboard containers of Thai food inside, “but when I went to get our food, they messed up our order … again!” Kurt shuffles in, the door refusing to open more than a few inches because of something lodged on the opposite side. “I mean, I know you love Pok Pok, and I know it’s our Thursday night tradition, but I really think that … whoa …”

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So, occasionally I have ideas for stories that I can’t write because it would literally be a wall of exposition. This is one of them. So I’m just going to put it down in bullet points so the idea can be vaguely given life. This thing is so long, I don’t even know where this was going.

In short, this one is about the reader who wakes up with amnesia after one particular mission with no memories of the last ten years. The past you and present ‘you’ are nothing alike, and it jars a lot of people, especially Hanzo, who you are–was?–dating.

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hotackermantitan  asked:

Hi mama. I was wondering.. Do you know things to do when you're feeling bad? Things have been happening lately and it's really starting to make me feel quite worthless, actually.

Oh no, love! You’re an amazing person and you’re definitely not worthless! Remember that it might seem like that for now, but it’s just a moment of your life. Future will bring new perspectives and new chances that you can take! When I feel bad I usually sleep it off, but that doesn’t work for everyone. So what you can do is not letting the thoughts of self depreciation get you down. When you get thoughts like “I’m useless” try to battle this thought by saying to that voice in your head “No! That’s not true! I’m a human being and I can take action in my own life even if stuff looks bad right now!” there is nothing wrong with feeling down from time to time especially from outer circumstances, but please always remember that you’re worth everything! You’re amazing! You’re you and no one else is and that’s so great! So please fight those bad thoughts! If it doesn’t get better soon, please see someone about it though, like a therapist or anything. I love you! Please stay safe and take care!

#211: He Forgets Something Important | Part 2

A/N:

Part 1 can be found on this link 

Y/B/D: Your Birth Date

So here’s the part 2, it’s been highly requested since I posted the first part and it’s also been a while since I’ve made a multiavle parts preference. Much more to come in the future :-) x

Luke:

”Wait, before you leave you gotta remember this. I know, it wasn’t on the wish list but I think she will like it very much.” Luke furrowed his eyebrows confused by Ashton’s sudden words, watching him reach down in his pocket to take a small box wrapped up in paper and a small bow on top. He pushed it over the bar table with a happy smile on his face, but his face changed when he saw the confusion on Luke’s. “What?” He questioned when trying to read Luke’s face. “What’s the occasion?” The blond haired boy questioned and fiddled with the small gift between his fingers. “You’re kidding, right?” Ashton was smiling but only because he thought Luke was joking, the smile fading away when Luke shook his head. “It’s Y/N’s birthday.” “No it’s not.” Luke highly disagreed after taking a sip on his beer. “Her birthday isn’t until Friday, I’ve already planned out everything. But I will make sure that she will get this then since I assume you won’t be available to come?” Ashton’s eyes widened further and further as Luke kept on talking, his jaw falling slightly. “It is today, Luke.” Michael chirped in from the other side, having the same confusion on his face and furrowed eyebrows. “No it’s not the Y/B/D until Friday I just told you.” It was as if he was starting to become angry by them rooting against him but he became completely quiet when Michael grabbed his phone and showed him the calendar. No words were spoken for a full minute before Luke’s eyes widened to the point of popping out of his face, almost knocking down his beer in the process. “No fucking way!” He had to control the volume of his voice, looking between them in disbelief but they nodded their heads in agreement. “Why didn’t you tell me anything!?” “Well I didn’t expect that I would have to remain you of your girlfriend for two years’ birthday?” Ashton’s disagreed with wide eyes, watching Luke furiously stand up from his bar seat and pulled his jacket over his shoulder. He barely got the chance to say the slightest goodbye before he had thrown cash onto the counter, probably tipping a bit more than usual but he didn’t have the chance to look. He needed to get out of his place as fast as possible in search for you.

Calum:

“Man, what the hell is going on with your phone it keeps buzzing all the time. Did you forget to turn off all social media notifications after switching your phone back to our Australian one?” Michael questioned with his eyebrows furrowed, he had been listening to Calum’s phone buzzing in his denim jacket for the whole right from your house, it was starting to get on his nerves but he had kept quiet at first. “I don’t really know but I also received a few phone calls this morning, sadly I missed them because I slept through my alarm. Just take it out and turn it off sound it’s totally disturbing my concentration on the road.” Calum replied back, hands on the steering wheel and moved his hand down to switch the gear. Michael did as told with a satisfied smile on his face the second he had Calum’s phone pulled out from his jacket. He used his thumb to turn off the sounds, but that was when he accidentally turned on the screen and furrowed his eyebrow confused. “What’s with all these congratulations? Is it yours and Y/N’s anniversary? If so, congrats mate!” Calum looked away from the road just for a short moment and furrowed his eyebrows confused. “What do you mean it’s our anniversary, it’s not May the-, Oh my fucking god it’s May the 2nd!” It was as if time froze completely by his realization, his feet literally hammering down onto the break and took a sharp turn to the right by a gas station. Michael made a huge sound by the sudden action, his whole body falling forward in his seat and eyes looking over at Cal wide eyed. “Are you kidding me did you fucking forget your first anniversary? Dude that is so wrong on so many levels.” Michael’s voice was only faint in the background to Calum, he didn’t have the time to think, everything seemed to crash down at him at once. He had totally forgot, he wasn’t supposed to but it had slipped out completely. The pain in his stomach couldn’t compare to anything else and he reversed the car around the gas station to head back from where they had started. “What are you planning on?” Michael questioned, grabbing harshly onto the handle above the window by Calum’s speed. “Forget about the recordings. Flower shop, now.”

Michael:

“There’s this party that I’ve been invited to on Friday, it’s this really random one down by the beach but beer is free and I assume everyone will show up in their bathing suits so that is kind of cool. Who wants to join?” Ashton questioned and looked between the three with a promising smirk on his face, wiggling his phone in the air that showed he had been invited over a Facebook event. “I’m in.” Calum replied and sat up to look at his phone as well. “Sure, why not.” Luke agreed, feet resting on top of Michael’s lap and his head laid on the armrest of the couch. “Which day is it?” Michael asked just to be sure of any planning that evening, his eyebrows furrowing but before one of the guys got the chance to answer anything his eyes widened and his jaw fell. “Oh no.” He mumbled quietly to himself, he almost couldn’t believe it. “What’s wrong?” Luke asked confused and eyes widened when Michael rose up from his seat and barely cared about his legs. He paced around back and forth in confusion without saying a word, too stunned to believe his own mistake and ran his hand through his hair repeatedly. “It’s April the 16th!” He exclaimed loudly as if it was supposed to ring any bells, the boys looking between each other in confusion. “She’s sitting there-,” Michael paused to take a breath, he couldn’t figure out what to do with himself. “She’s sitting under the cherry tree and she’s probably waiting for me I’m not even sure how long and if she have been waiting for hours I can’t-,” He looked up at the clock to see the time, it was almost passing by nine and he mentally kicked himself not noticing it. He had been aware of the date all day, a few days before he had even made sure to plan everything out but the days had come before him. “Does anyone know what he is talking about?” Ashton questioned confused to break the silence, the others shaking their heads because they had absolutely no clue. “I need to fix this mess before it gets worse.” IT was as if Michael had completely forgotten they were there on the couches and he rushed towards the fridge to open it, taking out whatever Calum and Ashton had before he was out of the door.

Ashton:

“Can you make that an octave higher? I just want something to blend out in the background.” Ashton sat carefully with his fingers pressed into his chin, listening carefully what the producer had to say and watched Luke inside of the booth nodding his head agreeing. They had been sitting like this all morning, the progress was really slow and safe to say, Ashton was starting to grow bored. His fingers were swinging around the drumsticks in the air, sometimes drumming down on his leg and swirling around on his chair. He had been waiting for his turn all morning and it was a satisfied smile that came to his face once Luke was done. “So,” The blond haired boy questioned the second he was out of the booth. “How was Daniel’s first day of school?” “What?” Ashton was quick to answer, stopping with the air drumming. “Daniel? You know your son? Y/N just posted a picture of him on Instagram, I saw it while being in the booth?” Luke leaned his head on top of Ashton’s chair to show him the photo, the curly haired lad rising up from his chair in one fast movement. “That was today!?” The confusion was clear on his face, his jaw almost touching his feet. “You didn’t know?” Luke questioned and had to take a step back. “Does it look like I remembered?” Ashton’s voice rose an octave and he hurried towards the couch to get his jacket. “What did it look like on the photo? Was he inside or what because maybe I can still make it in time.” “But Ashton, we’re far from done with the recording we haven’t even started with you yet!” The producer argued, not that he thought it would have any impact because Ashton was already heading towards the door. “This is my son we’re talking about and this is one of his most special, most important but also one of his most scariest days in his life! And until now I’ve totally forgotten about it so now I have to not only deal with a son that is most probably sad but also a girlfriend that will rip my head off in the process. We can do the recordings later, tomorrow, the day after or next week I don’t care.” Ashton took a deep breath to calm down and opened the door. “But I need to be there now!”

No Easy Way Out (F!Corrin x Leo)


A submission by @maroon-kirisame

A/N: This is such a mess and I blame Rocky IV. I’m not crying, YOU’RE crying!


Corrin knew this was a difficult decision, siding with Nohr. She knew this wouldn’t be an easy route. In fact, she was sure that siding with Hoshido would be just as difficult. However, if she had chosen Hoshido over Nohr, she wouldn’t be constantly tormented by Garon’s lackeys, nor would she and her family have to resort to subterfuge to keep him from discovering their motives. And Yukimura was actually an honest man, unlike Iago.

She could’ve spent time flying over the Hoshidan countryside on Hinoka’s Pegasus. Learning how to use a bow and arrow with Takumi. Helping Sakura with her confidence issues. Reminiscing about old memories with Ryoma.

But that wasn’t happening, nor would it likely ever happen. She didn’t choose Hoshido. How could she choose a family that felt like complete strangers to her? Part of her wishes she had. The recent battle against Takumi emotionally exhausted her. He wasn’t acting right. She understood his anger at her betrayal, but what of everything else? His odd behaviour had thrown up numerous red flags that something was wrong.

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