burn that mother down

Nomanita is the most beautiful wlw ship I have seen in years,

They’re the fucking epitome of ride or die.

Like what wouldn’t they do for eachother? Paint your toe nails? Come here baby I got you and blue looks lovely on you. Burn a hospital down after your bigoted mother tried to kidnap you? Someone hand me the lighter. Wear silly costumes that are over the top even when my taste is more simple? Always baby there’s nothing like how you smile when you have a project. Go on the run from the fucking government and accept your life as a dangerous hacker who has 7 other people living in her brain? This sound like a costume opportunity babe I’m thinking Nancy Drew but with leather.

12x12 Coda

They pushed into the bunker.  Castiel made his way to the kitchen while the rest of the Winchesters watched where he disappeared through the door.

Sighing, Dean closed his eyes for a moment.  He had only about a minute to shoo everyone.  This could get ugly.  Dean licked his lips before spinning around to look at his brother.

Lifting his hands in a surrender and arching one eyebrow higher than the other, Sam donned a smirk.  “Hey, yeah, I’m heading to bed. Have fun.”  He walked toward the hallway.

Biting the inside of his cheek and trying to push down the blush that was traveling to his cheeks, Dean turned to his mother.  

She had a softer smirk. It was awkward, but she lightly punched his shoulder and offered a stiff nod.  “Go get ‘im, tiger.”

Dean couldn’t stop the blush that time.  His eyes prickled and burned with the intensity of the blush as he watched his mother slip down the hallway, too.

He wasn’t sure how ‘under control’ it was when Cas returned.  In his hands were 4 bottles of beer.  “Hey, I thought…”  He trailed off.  He looked around the empty room; a tiny confused twitch set off between his eyebrows.

“I thought maybe we should go to bed early.”  Dean wrung his hands a little.  He stared at his fingers.

“Oh, okay.”

Dean didn’t see it; he was too transfixed on his own hands, but he heard the clatter of the bottles on the table.  He waited.  Or he anticipated.  Or he worried.  He wasn’t sure what to do.  There was more to this.  It was heavier than it needed to be, than it used to me.

There was more that needed to be said.  He opened his mouth but ended up closing it again.  Everything had always went unsaid and suddenly it wasn’t.

Cas was going to die and he said it.

Where Dean was still looking at his hands, he saw Cas’ hand come close to his own.  It was close enough that Dean could feel its warmth. 

Dean’s breath caught.  He peeked up at Cas.

Across from him, Cas was staring at their hands.

Maybe unsaid was their thing.  Maybe he didn’t have to say.  At least, not yet.

He looked back down at their hands.  With a huge breath in his lungs, trapped there by a lump in his throat, Dean took Cas’ hand in his own.

Dean wasn’t sure how long they stood their like idiots, barely even holding hands.  

Breaking the silence, Cas’ voice sounded much louder than the whisper that it was, “We should go to bed.”  He began to let go of Dean’s hand, ending the moment.  

Ending their moment prematurely in Dean’s opinion.

Tightening his grip, Dean shoved the lump in his throat to the side.  “How about the same bed, buddy?”  GOD, did he really say it like that?  That was horrible.

But it did the trick.  Cas’ hand relaxed into his.

That night, they slept, all curled around each other, all balled up in their own universe.  A profound, little universe they’d carved out of the rest of the world.

It didn’t smell like food, but it sure as hell smelled like home.

the truth we didn't know

pairing: junkook x reader

genre ft. au’s: angst + royal au + hanahaki au

word count: 8.176

authors note: just wanted to say a quick thank you to my wonderful friend @taexquila for being so kind and for beta reading this mess you are so amazing i cri

summary: “Grant me strength to endure this torture, grant the prince strength to endure this agony.” And grant, God did not. Since the higher upper had so many more plans in mind.

The atmosphere was almost chilling as Prince Jungkook lazily trudged through the thick mass of the pearl white snow in nothing more than a silk black frock coat made with the finest of silk moths, a pair of suit trousers which was already starting to cling around his ankles and beige ankle boots. Lifting his head up, he aimlessly watched the tree’s lean and whisper, with a thin sheen of snow adorning them they looked like regal figures entwined in an intricate dance. Although there was a thick canopy of of gelid leaves bordering the woods, the snow still fell in slow, unretiring movements onto the uneven ground.

Jungkook usually came out to the wintry woods when everything became too much or too loud. The woods were like a safe haven, where he was free to think and not be judged; where the only eyes that followed him were that of the shadows of the trees that seemed to sense the overwhelming amount of loneliness that Jungkook emanated. His heart sang along to the symphony of the wind and his ears picked up the slight melody of peace whenever he walked, with no destination in mind and sometimes he’d think that this is what it feels like to be free.

The Prince of Abraxus was in love, but there was also no doubt that the woman he loved did not have any space for him in her glacial heart. Jeon Jungkook had never experienced what it meant to be in love. However, one month after his engagement to Princess Ye Sun, from a neighbouring kingdom, he had felt a slight shift in the pace of his heartbeat whenever he saw how the wind picked up her hair as she swiftly slid into her carriage or how she slightly bit into the plush of her lips when she concentrated on something. He loved her in those flowing silk gowns that she wore to bed, hair rising on the back of her neck from goosebumps; his entire world had transformed since all he could see were her blistering smiles, and all he could smell was the aroma of a fresh bouquet of irises wherever she went but after a while that smell had become sickening yet for some unknown reason – he always craved for it.

The first wave of nausea was a week after his sudden realisation. What he had thought was bile had risen in his throat as his weak legs dashed to the washroom and as his head soon hung over the toilet seat, blue iris flowers came tumbling out from the warm confines of his mouth. His body shivered as he lifted a wavering hand to the corner of his mouth, pulling a soft object in front of his eyes he saw a single petal; the petal was in a shade of a heavenly royal blue with a faded white centre reaching down to the beginning of the petal and he couldn’t help but gasp at such a sight. Stunning he wanted to say but the words got caught in his throat as another mouthful flowered out.

“Master! Master!” Jungkook heard a gentle voice croak out before he lost control of his body and his arms dropped to his sides, his head lolling to the side as he fell unconscious, noiselessly hitting the stone cold marble ground.

When his eyes fluttered open he could hear the voice of the royal physician fading in.

“It’s the hanahaki disease.” The physician’s voice was a low rumble that sent chills down Jungkook’s spine. He slightly shifted under the bedsheets so he could see the two people.

Jungkook’s mother was running a trembling hand through her hair as she spoke. “How do we cure this?” Her voice was surprisingly opposite to how she looked but Jungkook knew his mother; she might have looked terribly composed but the slight tremble when she started to speak always gave her away to Jeon Jungkook– the queen was afraid.

“Well…” the physician starts, his hands tucking into the pockets on the sides of his white trousers, “he could get the operation.” And for a moment the room became eerily silent. Jungkook’s body froze as his mother soon opened her mouth to speak, her eyes just faintly glazing.

“No.” but it wasn’t his mother who had spoken, but Jungkook himself. He had expected his voice to waver yet his no was one that held admirable defiance. Both pair of eyes fell upon him, wide from astonishment from not realising that Jungkook had been awake this whole time and was listening in on the conversation. “I will not be operated on,” upon his eyes meeting his mother’s, he lowered it in respect, “my dearest apologies, Your Majesty.”

“Son,” she started, clearing her throat to rid her voice of an onslaught of emotions, “why?” It didn’t sound like a question, instead a desperate plea.

“Because I want to feel.” His answer was short and simple, holding no space for argument yet his mother carried on.

“If you get the operation y-you’ll still be able to feel! Just not..love.” The last words were quiet as they left her lips.

This time Jungkook raised his eyes to look her in the eyes. “Mother,” for a fleeting moment he closed his eyes while counting to three, “I want to love.”

This time the queen couldn’t stop her knees from buckling under the pressure and her eyes clamped shut as burning tears slid down her porcelain white face. “I’m sorry mother.” Jungkook said sincerely, feeling his heart ache at the sight of his broken mother, the uncomposed queen, as the physician lifted her and started to leave the room, but not before giving Jungkook a look that he will return; Jungkook was also sure his mother had heard his apology because before the two had left, her lips had slightly lifted in what he thought was acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Jungkook felt his chest constrict as he struggled for air, eyes watering as his hands desperately clawed the air. It was as if the walls were caving in on him but slowly his ragged breaths evened out and his body became numb for a few moments.

Sloppily, Jeon Jungkook stumbled out of his bed, his hands reaching out for shoes and a coat as he ran out of the too extravagant room.

“Master? Master! You can’t leave! You need to rest.” Prince Jungkook stumbled across the maid, hands reaching out for the wall to stable himself.

“Tell them, I will be back.” I just want to breathe, with that he ran as much as his frail legs let him all the way out into the solitary world; at least in his case.


Princess Y/N had sat with her arms crossed and gaze heavy wondering what was happening back at the castle, maybe her father had ordered to send out pamphlets claiming THE PRINCESS OF ILSAN HAS GONE MISSING and had sent out knights to look for her or maybe they were doing nothing at all, Y/N didn’t know for sure but when a chubby man with blond stubble lifted a hand with a finger pointed towards her; Y/N knew, they had sent out pamphlets probably with a prize for the person who had found her.

Sighing, she had fled the tiny tavern, swung her leg over the saddle of her white stallion and whipped away. But it wasn’t easy because her horse, lovingly named Snow, seemed to falter in his steps making the princess wonder if there was something wrong with her companion.

After 2 hours she finally stumbled across another tavern. Lifting an arm, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and slightly pulled it to cover her face. As she started to walk towards the entrance she heard an abrupt moan, the princess was never one to interrupt but the name moaned out caught her attention.

“Princess Ye Sun” The voice grunted again, this time louder and clearer and definitely not belonging to the Prince that Princess Ye Sun was engaged too, deeming Y/N’s suspicion true and the rumors about Princess Ye Sun’s affair true. Y/N and her father, King of Ilsan, had went to Prince Jeon Jungkook’s and Princess Ye Sun’s engagement ball which was why the name rang a bell.

Realising that this place was even more dangerous than the one before, Y/N tiredly sighed under the shelter of her hood before turning around and hoisting herself back onto the horse in one languid movement, and again, she was off and this time she was going into a forest.

As she entered the thick canvas of tree’s Y/N saw remnants snow, wondering if it was snowing in the forest since perched upon various bushes remained flecks of crystalline ice mounted upon one another. Grinning into the air, Y/N stretched one of her arms out and euphoria instantly drowned her senses as the cold yet oddly comforting wind flew past her arm while blowing her cloak within the strong gusts.

As an hour had passed by and Princess Y/N still hadn’t reached a destination, beneath her she soon felt her stallion stagger harshly as time began to go in slow motion; the animal began to drop to the ground while sending her tumbling forward. Not having enough time to react, Y/N snapped her eyes shut waiting to feel the harsh ground beneath her.

But it never came.

Prince Jungkook stared at the girl in his arms, he noticed a few snowflakes dotting her brunette hair that were so much different than Ye Sun’s blonde locks he thought. Her eyes were closed with her long wispy eyelashes fanning her cheeks and all of a sudden her eyes flew open in bewilderment. Jungkook had realised that his arms were still wound around her waist and quickly retracted them when she looked stable enough, yet when the support of his arms left her, her fragile knees bucked in. Jungkook quickly stepped forward and grabbed her waist before she could touch the ground. Clearing his throat, Jungkook pulled her up and held out an arm for her to hold, turning his head at the same time so she couldn’t witness the faint rosiness tinting his cheeks. She was frozen beside Jungkook as if unable to comprehend the situation and it wasn’t long before Jungkook heard her gasp. “Snow” she said and at first the man thought she was talking about the little amount of snow surrounding her, however, that was not the case.

She had stumbled forward and was crouching next to her horse, running her hand up and down it’s smooth skin. The horse’s legs had turned into an unnatural angle and Y/N could feel her heart getting heavier with each beat. “Snow,” She mumbled, voice coming out quiet as she planted gentle kisses along the stallion’s face, “Did I do this to you?” Her voice shook as she spoke before she began to cry out softly. “I’m so sorry.” Everything around her was still as she placed Snow in her embrace.

A weak neigh escaped the fragile horse and Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it pulsing viciously in her ears. It was painfully obvious at how much agony the horse was in, the horse’s body didn’t move an inch even when the the princess caressed it, trying to get the horse to talk even though she knew that was inevitable. She had come to a conclusion, realising that she knew exactly how to rid her beloved companion of the horrid pain. The woman then buried her face into Snow’s mane in an attempt to show her affection and love for one last time, soon retracting and already missing the horse’s warmth as this time slow tears were rolling down her face while she stood up.

Jungkook watched her stagger back, her chest heaving shallow breaths as her shoulders shook. Then, he saw her hands dart to the crossbow and arrows strapped to her back as he stared at her in alarm. Her arms quivered as she aimed directly at Snow’s heart, wanting to relieve him from his pain.

The man watched as she closed her eyes, maybe in an attempt to stop the tears from falling or maybe to stop her hands from shaking as she pulled her arm back, her eyes concentrated through blurriness to where the horses shuddering heart was. It then happened all too fast, the arrow, Snow’s heart, his slow neigh that became quieter and the blood coating it’s mane. Y/N had dropped to the ground, her face buried in her hands as her cries resonated throughout her whole body.

At that moment Jungkook had realised that love could come in all shapes and forms. Here, it was between a strange girl and her white horse. Their love could be seen when the last thing that the horse looked to was the weeping girl who loved the horse just as much because each lone tear was a proclamation that was shouting for attention. Her sobs seemed to get louder with every passing minute. For a moment, the prince was unsure of what to do, Only knowing what his mother taught him about comforting he gently placed himself beside her sat and enveloped er hand while silently telling her that it was okay to cry. Her crying didn’t cease for a while but he didn’t mind; when it did she was staring at the horse, her eyes bloodshot and tear stained, agony etched into her face.

Y/N knew that the prince beside her could tip her father off yet she didn’t care. She didn’t care that her future had been sold off, she didn’t care that everyone probably hated her for acting so carelessly, she didn’t care about anything but the white stallion. A long breath escaped her as she closed her eyes, making a silent prayer to the God above that Snow was finally in peace.

“I could have helped her.” Jungkook said talking about the horse.

“Him.” Y/N replied painfully, a strike of misery trapping itself between her ribcages, “I could have saved him too, but I was too wrapped up in my fantasy of escaping that I didn’t realise every stagger in his gallop meant he was one step closer to death.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N didn’t know what he was apologising for but she had no energy left in her so she left it alone.
She then felt the prince freeze beside her, his grasp on her soft hands loosening as he doubled over. Blue flowers poured out of his mouth as his breaths came out ragged, with her free hand, the princess reached over and gently soothed her hand over his back, her grip on his hand tightening as if, if she held any looser, he’d vanish.

“Prince Jungkook?” He didn’t reply as he tried to regain his breath but the nod of his head told her he was listening.

“I saw her before.” She said when he had quietened. Immediately Jungkook knew what the woman was talking about. “Princess Ye Sun. I just- I don’t understand- how does your body know that this love is unrequited?”

“When you fall in love it’s like a piece of you becomes attached to what you love, which is why when she touches another man lovingly, her body knows she doesn’t love anyone else but him.” Jungkook’s voice was tender as he spoke about Ye Sun.

“So it’s like soulmates?”

“Well no- because for it to be soulmates, destiny would have made her fall in love with me already.”

“Why don’t you try loving someone else?” She asks, talking about it like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

“I wish.” He replied, laughing humorlessly.

“If I can stop myself from falling in love, I’m sure you can learn to love someone else.” She deadpanned. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at her.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Princess Y/N of Ilsan.” Jungkook nodded, recognising the name.

“Also what do you mean?” He gazed at her in curiosity, watching as her hands fiddled with the silkiness of her cloak. She sighed at Jungkook but from the small, pain induced smile gracing her face he knew she didn’t mind.

“My father, King Leon, forced me to spend many of my days with the Great Prince of Atlantis since he got us engaged. I’m not sure if father sent out an invitation to everyone since it wasn’t official, anyway- the prince was charming, I must admit, his kind words and gentle gaze melted the hearts of many women and although it did melt mine for a bit, I realised that I wanted to marry someone I loved, not just as an oath between two kingdoms. So I gave up and ran away because I wanted adventure but he wanted only that around him, never further. Now if my father finds me I don’t know what’ll happen; he may be my father but at heart he is just a cruel merciless king who demands for order in his kingdom and can’t bear when things go astray. He doesn’t care, even for those who care for him.” Jungkook nodded understandingly.

“So what are you going to do now?” Jungkook watched as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted as if in deep thought.

“I- I don’t know.” Jungkook and Y/N were both quiet for a moment, relishing in the lulling sounds of the lustrous nature surrounding them.

“My family own a small vacant village just by the castle, you can stay there.” Jungkook said, eyes finding hers.

“I- I cannot burden you like that Prince.” She stuttered.

“Why’d you switch to formal speech on me now? Just stay, Princess.” Jungkook replied, amused.

“What if someone recognises me?” Her hands were fiddling with her cloak as she mumbled her words.

“Trust me,” Jungkook reached over and placed his large warm hands over her cold ones, “I’ll make sure they don’t.”


“Prince Jungkook? Is that you?” Jungkook’s eyes widen as he hears Ye Sun. Quickly he pushed Princess Y/N through the door before closing it behind him. Forcing out a laugh, he turns to face Ye Sun.

“Hello Princess.” When he see’s her, he takes note of her dishevelled state and her swollen lips and can’t help but feel a surge of hurt race through him.

“What are you doing here?” She asks curiously, her calculating eyes following the way Prince Jungkook scratched his hair.

“I just wanted to be alone for a while.” And maybe that wasn’t a complete lie yet for some reason he felt as if he was betraying the lady in front of him. Jungkook’s palms were clammy as he dropped his eyes to stare at the ground. “Ye Sun, please go.” He knew she wasn’t affected by his words since the moment he asked, she had already gone 10 steps away. Jungkook knew that no matter what he said she would always leave with nothing but a pitiful smile plastered onto her face.

Jungkook roughly pulled the door apart so hard he was afraid it’d fall off its hinges and before he could even help it he was running over to the bucket beside the large bed. His hair stuck to his now sweating forehead and his breaths came out ragged, all thoughts flying out of his mind for just one. Moment. Of. Peace.

His body soon fell limp against the warm one of Princess Y/N who had been beside him, running a delicate hand up and down his back as a comforting gesture. Jungkook felt the hand push strands of his dripping hair away from his face. He let the Princess pull him up and bundle him into the bed, pulling the cream satin sheets over his quaking body. Through his blurry vision, he observed Y/N’s graceful self walk away. Then his eyes shut feeling a rush of both heat and cold spread over his body. They all walk away was his last thought before he finally fell into the arms of oblivion.

He woke up to the sound of even breaths and a shroud of darkness that blanketed the tiny house. Jungkook lifted an arm to his forehead, feeling a damp towel, his lips curved up into a small smile. There she lay, her head buried deep into her arms and her body crouched over.
His eyes flitted to the glimmering crescent moon outside the window and he realised that he’d been out the whole day; he knew he had to return to the palace. Everyone must have been getting increasingly worried for the boy whose condition seemed to get worse with every passing day. They were getting anxious for the boy who was dying.


The next morning, Jungkook was out of his bed by 9am and was rushing out of the palace, ordering the maids to let his mother know that he was leaving for the day and would be back in a few hours. Luckily nobody had questioned his oddly cheery behaviour and shrugged it off.

Knocking on the door, Jungkook waited patiently for the princess to let him in. The third time he knocked he realised the door was still open and then cautiously stepped into the petite house, and there he found the bed empty. His heartbeat had started to palpitate wondering if she had left him already. His eyes darted around desperately trying to figure out where she went.

The sound of footsteps from behind him echoed causing him to spin around and dart after the noise. Catching glimpse of her familiar grey silk cloak, Jungkook broke out into a full sprint as he made his way to her. As soon as he was close enough he grabbed her wrist to stop her from getting any further.

“Where are you going?” He asked breathlessly, feeling slightly light headed. She didn’t reply but struggled against his grip to leave. “Please don’t go.” His voice held a desperate tone as he tugged her closer. Jungkook didn’t know why he was stopping her from going, all he knew was that he couldn’t let go of the the shattered girl in front of him. Pulling the girl closer, he inspected her face curiously.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, hearing her sniffle, “don’t cry.” Jungkook continued. For a while they both stood there, basking in each others warmth against the biting cold that crept up every tiny crevice of their bodies. Jungkook watched the girl calm down again for the second time and realised that she glaringly contrasted her surroundings.

The streets around her were empty, alone with no colour in it except that of the trees and the antique castle that towered everything, however, she stood wearing a grey cape and her hair artfully splayed over her shoulders unlike many other princesses who kept their hair up in a tight, clean bun. Unlike everything around her, her shivering body told stories of long tiring journeys, heartbreaking losses, stories of being lost in a friendless world where nothing momentous happened, but her eyes, they were the most arresting since, her irises were a wintry grey with flecks of shimmering taupe swimming around, they talked of fondness of the unknown, of hurt through storms but strength that not even the best soldier in any kingdom had.

“I was scared.” Her voice came out small, so quiet that Jungkook almost missed it. He didn’t say anything because he didn’t have to, the silence was comforting enough. “It’s too dangerous here Prince. I cannot stay. Your soon to be wife nearly saw me, it’s much too dangerous.” Her voice was thick with emotions as she spoke; Jungkook meeting her eyes with his as he stepped closer to her. Around them the atmosphere warmed and finally the sun had started to peek through the desolate clouds as if sensing the hope that swarmed around.

“I told you Princess, trust me.” His words held promise but Jungkook knew she still wasn’t convinced.

“Why should I trust you Prince?” Jungkook gazed at her in thought as she took a step back, putting some distance between them. “Your silence tells me what I thought.” That she cannot trust Jungkook. She bowed her head at Jungkook to bid goodbye but his words had made her freeze mid- step.

“Because I care.” Jungkook let out a breath and reached forward to grab her. “I care about yo-”

“Well you shouldn’t” She snapped taking Jungkook by shock because the girl in front of him looked so different to the vulnerable and lonely girl who had been crying back in the woods or the gentle girl who slept in such an innocent manner. She had put up a wall between herself and Jungkook because she was feeling too much, her soft gaze had now hardened and her voice was steel. “You barely know me Prince. Do not say that you care for me.” That might’ve been a threat to Jungkook but he didn’t care as his grip on her arm tightened.

“You cannot tell me not to care because even if I did not want to my heart would only urge me to.” She stared at Jungkook in disbelief as she struggled to pull away from his grip.

“Stop.” Jungkook had expected her voice to come out strong but it came out as a small murmur of despair. Sighing, Jungkook stretched his arm over her shoulder, pulling her hood over her head.

“Come on, I want to take you somewhere.” He grasped her hand and slowly started walking. Not even 10 steps later, she had pulled her hand out of Jungkook’s.

“People will misunderstand.” She mumbled as she nudged him to carry on walking.

The Kingdom of Abraxus was famously known for it’s landscape, with acres of vegetation sweeping over the vast majority of the land and with flowers ranging from exotic to winter ones gracing the lush greenery. Travellers were always stopping at Abraxus between tiring journeys for a single moment of peace because that was what Abraxus provided; warmth and comfort, even if it didn’t last long. The Queen of Abraxus created perfect order in the kingdom; of course, apart from a few exceptions. Those exceptions being the Prince’s disease and his unloyal soon to be wife.

The Queen had tried to search for new women, yet none dared since they thought that the Prince was already doomed, some even deeming him incapable of being loved as they were afraid Jeon Jungkook would be too head over heels for the woman who stole his heart which ultimately meant they would not get his attention.

“We’re here.” Jungkook announced his eyes thirstily drinking up the sight in front of him. Turning to the spot he thought Princess Y/N was, he opened his mouth to start talking only to come face to face with empty air. Adjusting his sight towards the flowers he saw her. She sat next to carnations the colour of ivory red. Her gaze was filled to the brim with intense curiosity and adoration as if she’d never seen such flowers bloom in the Kingdom she lived in. Jungkook’s eye followed her delicate pale finger, as she dragged it along one of the petals in fascination, he observed as an inaudible gasp left her velvety lips.

“How beautiful is this.” Jungkook heard as he sat down, legs crossed beside her, his eyes looking fixedly at her in wonder. It seemed as if she had noticed the Princes heavy gaze because her cheeks looked as red as the carnations around her.

“We don’t have these kinds of flowers in Ilsan. We have mostly lavenders and orchids that I have grown accustomed to seeing ever since a young age. Even in France, I did not see many flowers as stunning as these.” Jungkook’s ears perked upon hearing a foreign country that was so far away and from what he heard so much more different than the kingdoms here.

“France?” He asked, genuine interest plastering itself all over his refined visage. She slowly nodded at Jungkook, her head slightly tilting, letting her hood ever so slightly slip from its position.

“My mother and father had sent my sister and I to France when I was 16. We stayed there for 3 years. Those three years had taught me many things including a completely new language and knowledge on so much more than just the surface of life.” He watched as a new fondness glazed over her eyes as she stared wistfully into the fields, hands still unconsciously running through the abundance of carnations. Jungkook soon understood what the glaze over her eyes represented.

“You fell in love.” He breathed out. Her face had fallen and the Prince saw as she struggled to keep her breathing even. His heart had started to become heavier as they fell into a comfortable silence.

“His name was Jimin and God,” throwing her head back she choked out a laugh, although that laugh was not one of humor, “he loved me too much.” Some would think that her comment sounded arrogant and self centered but what they wouldn’t have heard is how her voice, that was so thick with emotions, was so intensely saturated with perfervid agony.

Her fingers had now stopped fiddling with the silk petals and were now loosely clenching the thin material of her robe and her eyes, oh so visibly, stinging with burning tears and already turning bloodshot as she continued. “We had met in a bakery at night, our senses overwhelmed with the smell of freshly baked breads,” seeing Jungkook’s enthralled look, her lips slightly lifted, “he had dropped scalding hot tea over my 17 year old self and I had caused a scene because who would like having burning tea dropped over them after an incredibly stressful day? Although we were complete strangers, for some reason, after I had managed to somewhat dry my dress, he had encased me in a hug trying to apologise and somehow I felt safe. And then-” That’s when Princess Y/N choked on her words and felt a lone, warm tear spill out.

Upon entering the penthouse, a chill crawled up her spine but the incandescence of the flickering flame in the fireplace provided some warmth for her quivering body, shaking her head she realised that Violet must have forgotten to turn the fireplace off before getting into bed.

“Violet” she called out, padding around the house, head peeking into the few rooms there were in search of her sister when a quick ping informed her of a message.

Violet [11:28]
I’m staying over at a friends house tonight, I’ll be back tomorrow morning

Sighing, Y/N dialled a number into her phone, knowing that the person would be here in an instant.
“Jimin, can you come?”

Y/N was someone who found immense joy in the quietude of the night. She had spent many nights alone, with just her and silence; those were the nights she felt content with but then there were also nights where she’d sit on her balcony with Jimin, looking over the barely dim lights that glittered the sleepy city of Paris. Placid nights with Jimin were what completed her extravagant life, he always carried a calming simplicity that made him alluring, and whenever he was around he’d bring with him serenity; something Y/N needed so desperately. She’d spend her time listening to his warming tales about life, that was what they mostly talked about; and oddly they never seemed to bore her even if sometimes they became repetitive, just watching Jimin’s eye curve into gentle shining crescents were enough to make her interested again.

There was one night in particular when it had been two months since she had just started dating Jimin, where both, Y/N and Jimin were wide awake with too many thoughts flying through their minds and when Jimin spoke up, his fingers trembled as he finally started to fully open up his heart for her.

“Y/N,” he sounded so small, like a vulnerable child wandering aimlessly through a crowd with no parent waiting for them at the end, “I’m scared I’m going to die without loving.” Y/N had only stared at him thoughtfully, when finding the right words she started to speak.

“I can’t promise that you’ll love me Jimin,” This was the night she had confessed. “But I promise I will love you.” After hearing those words he had stumbled forward and locked his lips with hers but apart from tasting the usual sweetness of his lips she had tasted tears.

There was a knock on the door making Y/N jump up to her feet, knocking her out of her reverie. He’s early she thought, already feeling euphoric about the the mere thought of his presence. But then as the door creaked open, Y/N found herself short of breaths as she was harshly slammed onto the wood of the door.

“Evening Princess Y/N.” The man snarled under a black mask that covered nearly every inch of his face.

“W-what?” Y/N hadn’t revealed to anyone other than Jimin about her royal blood so shock coursed through her veins as her heart stuttered. Her eyes met his. They were unusual and his eyes were ablaze with vivid resentment. It was like fireworks going off in his eyes; they rung with a deep rooted and passionate hatred that felt as if it were sending spears through her heart. But there was also sorrow, and right off the bat she could sense his internal agony of sorrow and hatred. “I know you don’t want to do this.”

Then something seemed to click into place and instead of his hands circling her neck it was something metal that glinted in the feeble lighting. The man, she realised, was treading between a thin line of desperation and lunacy and Y/N had just snapped it with a mere sentence that maybe in her mind didn’t mean as much as it did to him.

Suddenly, energy surged through her and she was ramming her fist into the man’s chin and using his slight stagger as an advantage to sprint out the door. Under the lustreless street lights she saw a figure sprinting towards her. Her hands reached out when he looked close enough and she felt herself collapse under his comforting embrace. Jimin had no time to ask Y/N what was happening because a stranger came barreling towards the two. Pulling Y/N behind Jimin stood in front of her rigid figure.

“What do you want?” Jimin’s voice was emotionless as he spoke to the other man.

“This has nothing to do with you. Move out of my way.”

“If she’s involved, I am.”

“I’ll give you 3 seconds-” Stepping from behind Jimin, Y/N gazed at the man.

“Why?” She cut through.

“Our father,” he spat, fingers gripping the handle of the dagger tighter, “killed my mother.” Before Y/N had any chance to react at the sudden news he was already moving in with the dagger. Yet she didn’t feel any pain. Instead her eyes widened in horror. The dagger had pierced his heart and the white tee shirt he had donned slowly became stained with crimson blood and her tears
“Jimin-” She begged shaking his shoulders ever so gently as his mouth opened for one last time.

“In the end I loved.” Her legs finally gave out completely next to the boy lying on the ground. In the tenebrous darkness, raging hot tears burned her skin like coal thrown into a furnace. Her hands clasped his in attempt to bring him back, her trembling mouth met his in another vain attempt to get him back his lost breaths and her eyes met his trying to plead him to come back. But it was all fruitless.

Y/N had underestimated how much she meant to him. She hadn’t realised that his fervent love ran so deep that somehow along their time together, her tears had become his and that last breath that was meant to be hers became his.

Jungkook watched as Y/N took deep breaths after she had stopped speaking, her hands tightly wounded around the stem of a carnation making Jungkook lean forward and wrap his larger ones around them in an attempt to soothe her pain. He could still see that the wound was still raw but it was the way her hand had loosened beneath his, he knew that it was healing.

“Hey,” Jungkook lifted her chin with his finger to get her to look at him in the eyes, “Why don’t you come to the masquerade ball tonight to get your mind off of all this?” It sounded like a good idea. One night of not being herself and to just be someone else who is not plagued with tragedies or labelled as a runaway. Which is why she found herself nodding at Jungkook.

“Wait- I cannot go dressed like this.” She pointed to her attire that was not fit for an extravagant ball.

“We’ll go buy something, I know of a great place.”


After assuring Princess Y/N that the shop owner was trustworthy they had made their way. Upon arrival Prince Jungkook was met with the familiar face of his best friend, Taehyung. Taehyung was tall man with sparkling eyes and a beautifully structured face.

“Ah Jungkook!” He exclaimed, a grin adorning his face as he spread out his arms inviting Jungkook in for a hug. Chuckling, the Prince greeted his best friend all whilst Princess Y/N warily observed. “Who’s this lovely lady?” Taehyung asked, his eyes locking with hers.

“Her names Y/N and she’s a good friend of mine.”

“A good friend?” He asked raising an eyebrow at Jungkook, “how come i’ve never heard of this good friend of yours?”

“We only just met yesterday.” Jungkook clarified, eyes flitting to the princess, “but still, good friends.” he carried on.

“How can you be good friends if you only just met yesterday?”

“Because we are.” Princess Y/N responded, sounding neither annoyed nor happy.

“Anyway, Taehyung, we’re here to buy a dress fit for a princess.” Taehyung stared at Jungkook, his eyes wide as he stepped closer in curiosity.
As he came closer to the princess, she noted the faint smell of sandalwood and a tiny mole on the man’s nose; which was somewhat adorable.

“She’s a princess?” Taehyung stared at Jungkook whose gaze was fixed on Y/N as if asking for permission. With a slight nod of her head Jungkook replied to Taehyung with a small ‘yes’.

“I’ve got the perfect dress for you,” He exclaimed, his eyes darting towards the clothes hanging on the racks, “princess or not.” Taehyung added before running over to the corner of the small shop to grab something, presumably a dress. When he pulled it out to show the two, he smugly watched Jungkook and the princess fall in love; with the dress of course, not each other.
The corset of the gown was adorned with rich gold down towards the skirt but the further it went the more it became a more opaque and creamy chiffon material. Being a princess, Y/N had seen many beautiful ball gowns in her life but never had she stumbled across one so enchanting. Accompanying the dress was an embellished white and gold mask. They had both come to a decision, this is what the Princess was going to wear.


That evening when the sun had finally started to set and the sky had changed from a gentle blue to a more intense shade of pink and orange, the princess stood by the door of the small house, waiting for Prince Jungkook.

Princess Y/N’s hands were clammy as she took a breath in and let one out. Breathe in, breathe out. There was a fear that plagued her mind. She didn’t want to acknowledge it but it just wouldn’t stop consuming her every thought.
It was the fear of the future. Everything ahead was a nothing but a measly shade of obsidian; the princess feared her future because she wasn’t sure as to how everything would turn out. Would she be caught and taken back to the castle? If so what would happen to her? Or maybe, would she willingly give herself up? Because that was a possibility. With barely any money and food, how would she survive even a week? Yes there was the prince who could provide her with everything and whatever she wanted but the princess was not so selfish as to ask that much out of him since he already gave her a roof over her head. She didn’t plan to stay though. She was going to leave in a week.

The prince already knew too much about her and she couldn’t stay around him; he was a threat to her. A threat because she could feel something growing in her chest and it was absurd since it had only been 2 days since she’d gotten to know him. Princess Y/N couldn’t afford to lose her heart to a man she barely knew, and it sounds vain, but it’s much too precious. However, it was not precious because it belonged to a princess, but precious because it was fragile and needed to be well kept since it was still healing. Even a year later, with each beat her heart still throbbed with grief.

As much as the princess didn’t want to admit it, the princess and her relationship with Jimin was an ordinary one. With no rapid heartbeats or shimmying butterflies some would’ve thought that they’re relationship was not real; that the love they shared with each other was not real. But it all was. The reason being that their relationship was unlike others. How? That is something the princess could never explain.

They were each other’s first loves. Maybe not meant to be together forever but they were meant to be; even if it was only for a measly year or two. Their love was sweet, short lasting but impactful. Of course Y/N would remember him for the rest of her life but for now, she had finally come to a decision; she would move on.
Moving on meant she had to fall in love, but not kind of love you’re thinking about because instead of falling in love with another celestial human being she’d fall in love with someone just as magnificent. Herself.


The magnanimous ball room was great in size and regal in looks. Yet even if it looked lavish with gold baroque and plush furniture, something felt off. Jungkook stared at the lonely princess who lingered near the walls of the great hall, she looked lost in thought as if unfazed by everything around her.
Prince Jungkook had to admit that the girl looked beautiful. The word ‘beautiful’ itself was too plain in comparison to the sight he was bestowed with; he would have called her ravishing, captivating, gorgeous but none of those seemed to fit. Not because she wasn’t any of those but because she was something more. And for a moment his heart seemed to forget about Princess Ye Sun and instead ached for the woman with her hair out in soft brunette ringlets, who was so far away from him, both physically and mentally. Something he wished so hard to change the past few days. Just please, talk to me he thought but what use was that when he couldn’t even do that himself?
He barely knew the princess, yet he felt as if he knew her deepest and darkest secrets. But something was missing; and he couldn’t put a finger on what it was.

Prince Jungkook hadn’t realised that his legs were carrying him to the bathroom, his mouth already half full; and also the princess who was quickly trailing behind him. As he felt the flowers lurch forward from his throat, he felt a pair of hands wrap around his. This time everything was so much more painful. Every breath he inhaled seemed to burn, every tear that left his eyes seemed to sting and every mouthful ached worse than ever before and Jungkook didn’t know why. On the corner of his mouth he felt Princess Y/N softly brush her thumb against it. It lingered for a moment too short before she brought it down before her eyes and Jungkook’s.
“Blood.” He gasped out, eyes flying shut as he tried to regain his breath and unscramble his thoughts. There had only been a few cases where victims claimed by the hanahaki disease had blood come out with the petals, now Jungkook’s was one of them. Everything was blurry.
But one thing.
Prince Jungkook was really dying.


Princess Y/N didn’t know what to expect his room to look like, but she sure didn’t expect bare cream walls. His room was so lifeless with no movement, no emotion, nothing and for some reason she was shocked.
She tucked the covers into the prince’s frame and settled to sit atop the cover beside him on the bed. He was looking up at her, his eyes doused with gratefulness and fear. For a while, none of them spoke. As weird as it sounds, they just stared at each. Every curve and peak of his face was reflecting the moonlight, adding life to his crestfallen face.
“I’m really dying.” That was his only concern. He didn’t care that everyone downstairs in the hall were probably looking for him or that his fiancée was probably locking lips with her lover. The princess watched as he dug his head deeper into the pillow letting out a humourless laugh. If she didn’t know him, the princess would’ve thought he was crazy for laughing when he was dying, but the princess knew him and she cried for him.

That night, the two were so much more than strangers as she gently embosomed him against her shivering chest and whispered soothing words as his shoulders shook with tears of his own. Her eyes closed, her ears hearing the boisterous laughing and cheerful bellowing from below and she sighed, her chest constricting with pain for the man in her arms. “Grant me strength to endure this torture, grant the prince strength to endure this agony.” And grant, God did not. Since the higher upper had so many more plans in mind.


As the days passed, Prince Jungkook grew weaker and weaker. Every morning and night, when there was no one in his room except for the prince himself, Y/N would climb into the room, swiftly from years of experience when it came to avoiding royal guards. And every time she saw him, he’d look frailer; paler.
It had already been 3 weeks and the princess needed to leave, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave behind the prince for a reason much to complex and unexplainable.

The night was warm as she greeted Jungkook with a long hug. The moonlight beating against her back and the smell of flowers flew in through the open window as she laid next to him. Facing him, she was quiet.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, clearly concerned. Laughing, the princess grimaced at the irony of the situation. “Tell me.” He prodded, a frown appearing.

“Jungkook,” she sighed, reaching for his hands and intertwining them, “I need to leave soon.”

“Look at me.” He said seeing her eyes flutter around the room to avoid his. When she turned back around, the space between the two had decreased and the tension had risen. He leaned in as her eyes clamped shut. His lips faintly ghosted over hers and for a moment she found that she was concentrated on nothing else but him, how he smelt and his presence. When their lips finally met it was as if melody had finally met tune. She immersed herself in the kiss, letting herself find solace against the passionate flush of their embrace. This kiss was unlike any other ones because unlike the others, this one felt ten times more intense and she had an idea as to why. Desperately clinging onto him, she deepened the kiss, tangling her hands in his tousled hair to get even closer to him. He followed suit, his hands pulling her face impossibly closer as he relished the feel of her lips against his and the way their chest heaved up and down in messy and unsynchronised movements. However through it all, Prince Jungkook was so enraptured that he didn’t catch the quiet “sorry” that escaped the princess’s lips.

In the morning when she woke up, she placed a piece of paper beside his bed.
and with one last final kiss she fled.


This is what it feels to really die Jungkook thought as his trembling hands gripped onto the paper. His vision was blurry and his heart thumped wildly. This was it. He no longer minded dying.

Dear Jungkook,

I love you. Yes I will start off by saying that because I truly do. Every moment I’ve spent with you has been utterly amazing and I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate you. But I’m afraid that it is my time to finally leave; to give up this hopeless search for happiness and to return. As much as I wanted to stay, I had to return, even if it meant that I could die.

I have never explained my father have I? Nor have I explained what being a runaway princess resulted in right? So I will now. My father is someone who desperately asks for order and utterly despises it when things don’t go the way he wishes and being a runaway princess, with the King’s order, could result in execution; even if you’re his daughter. The King of Ilsan would do anything to keep order even if it meant killing his own daughter, but anyway he already has a second daughter so in his eyes my death would be of no significance.

Now I’m going to say the truth: what we had was indeed love but we could never be together. Maybe we’re star crossed lovers because we can love each other as much as we want but our stars would never align, how I know? Because even if you told me you loved me, which unfortunately was never, I know who the woman you truly love is. Which truth be told, was one of the reasons I decided to leave. I’m sorry Jungkook.

“Master?” A high pitched voice broke his concentration and his eyes darted to the shivering maid who looked solemn, her eyes staring at her feet as she spoke the next few words, “The Princess of Ilsan has been executed.”

Prince Jungkook realised that the princess of Ilsan was wrong. He no longer loved Princess Ye Sun like he did only a few weeks ago, instead he was hopelessly enamoured and so deep in love with Y/N. His love for her was pure and precious, and it fiercely burned with flames ignited by her love yet at that exact moment it didn’t burn pleasantly like it had, because now it burned with feeling of their love being a loose end. A loose end because he hadn’t told her that he loved her. Not even when she gave up the one most precious thing the night before. Not even when she professed her love, her eyes so alive and free.
Jungkook realised that maybe he and the princess were never meant to fall in love. That maybe this love was surprising, even to God.

For the last time, Jungkook felt his insides turn and his mouth open but for a change the flowers were no longer charming blue irises, they were carnations in a heavenly shade of ivory red and for some odd reason Jungkook felt euphoric. He could finally love he thought, even if it was not in this world; he could be reunited with the woman that he loved; at least he thought so.

Duly, love was ruthlessly cruel, constantly breaking fragile hearts and leaving the most profound and heartwarming stories unfinished. And this was the truth that everyone needed to know.

Breathe into my hands, I’ll cup them like a glass to drink from 6/15

Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay. He doesn’t care what his mother, his girlfriend, or those assholes at school say. Just because he has Elton John posters doesn’t mean he wants to hold hands with boys. And just because he doesn’t like to kiss his girlfriend doesn’t mean he’s gay. He just doesn’t like germs.

He couldn’t believe his mother was sending him to True Directions. He doesn’t need to learn how to be straight. He just wants to have a fun summer before going off to college.

He definitely isn’t prepared for Richie Tozier to come into his life like a whirlwind and blow all of these pre conceived notions out of his mind and turn his whole life upside down.

But I’m a Cheerleader AU <3 Title is from the most iconic scene in lesbian cinematic history imo

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cw: homophobia, transphobia, slurs

Thank you so much @losvcr for beta-ing and making everything flow so much better! You are the best!

Chapter 6: Step Three: Family Therapy

Eddie was standing uncomfortably still with his back against the wall on their third weekend at True Directions. The time had come for Family Therapy and he was honestly terrified of seeing his mother. Correction - he was terrified of his new friends meeting his mother.

Mary had them all lined up in a neat little line in the hall by the door to wait for their families to arrive, alternating them by gender with their perfectly ironed pastel uniforms making a pattern of pink, blue, pink, blue, pink, blue… Eddie fidgeted nervously, looking at his shoes and trying not to make eye contact with either Stan or Audra on either side of him.

No one was talking - there seemed to be an understanding amongst them that no one was really looking forward to this and that no one wanted to talk about it. Mary was the only one standing tall and smiling at the head of the line as the first family arrived. Mary led them to Patricia (Eddie could only assume that they were her mother and father), and instructed Patricia to bring them to the parlor where the rest would join them as their families arrived.

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Alan Ladd as Philip Raven in This Gun For Hire (1942).  Alan was born in Hot Springs, Arkansas, and was four when his father died.  When Alan was five, while playing with matches, he burned down his apartment.  He then moved with his mother to Oklahoma City, where he was nicknamed Tiny for being small and undernourished.  His mother remarried when he was eight and the new family moved to California.  His small size and pasty appearance were not right for Hollywood, so he worked consistently on radio in the 30s with an occasional bit part in b pictures.  After an uncredited bit in Citizen Kane as a reporter, he auditioned for the part of Raven in This Gun For Hire.  Although he was fourth billed, he was undoubtedly the star of the film in a star making performance. 

Alan had 99 acting credits in his career, through 1964.  Alan began his Hollywood career with 14 uncredited bits from 1932 through 1939.  Although This Gun is his only film among the best 1,001, Alan was notably the title character in a rarely seen 1949 version of The Great Gatsby, and the title character in the popular George Stevens western Shane.  In 1962 he was found with a self inflicted bullet wound in a suicide attempt, and in 1964 he died at the age of 50 as a result of combining alcohol and sedatives.

The Little Things

Requested By: A few snazzy peeps

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Description: Archie’s dad has gotten shot from the robbery at Pop’s, Archie's in a frantic state and all you want to do is help him like the rest of his friends.

Warnings: It’s kinda sad, but also kinda fluffy?? idk tbh

Word Count: 1,961

A/N: Hello! Remember me?? Yes, it is I.. back from the dead! In honor of Riverdale season 2 starting, I am here to hopefully not bore you to death with this Archie imagine! I’m doing my best to get back into writing, so this is a start, it’s kinda iffy, I don’t think it’s great, but then again, you might think otherwise! Let me know :)) Enjoy.

Originally posted by riverdalesource

So, the story continues. The Mayor’s Jubilee was supposed to change everything, be a new start. But when everyone woke up the next morning, Riverdale was still, at its heart, a haunted town.

Even if it’s a small town that nobody really knows about, nothing goes unnoticed, there’s always the constant feeling that you’re being watched underneath a magnifying glass.

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The superior person understands what is right; the inferior person understands what will sell.

(art by @aatkaw, narrative by @fell-dragon-domain)

Asami’s troubles began, as troubles so often do in Republic City, with a triad, a determinedly protective parent, and fire. She had been the one to find her mother that night, the silk of her nightshirt burning down to cinders as her father pulled her away. The heat, the crackle, the color of the raw fire seared deep into her mind, and truthfully it was little wonder that even the flame from a match was enough to make her wince for years after. All the self-defense classes in the world—and her father saw to it that they were the best in the world—weren’t enough to assuage the nightmares, or to keep her from tensing like a hunted animal when the smallest flicker of fire flared unexpectedly.

The only peace from that came much later, when she found a massive shortfall of funds in the Future Industries accounting department. Money, property, materiel…that was when her father saw fit to introduce her to the Equalists, nonbender partisans acting against the bending establishment and the government that supported them, along with their masked leader, Amon. She doubted, privately, that terrorism would win back their country from the bending triads and the metalbending police, but legal channels had done nothing to win nonbenders any protections from the tenth of their population that found themselves awarded every privilege. She’d convinced herself before she had time to think herself out of it, and found her talents put to work developing weapons. The cold fire of electricity soothed her where raw fire set her heart on a race, and soon she could look at a flame without breaking out in a sweat, even if she was making weapons instead of the automobiles and gadgets she drew up in her idle hours. It was for a greater good, she told herself.

Her cautious skepticism melted into fervor at the first rally. For a moment her heart skipped when the triad boss threw his fire and lightning around—how dare he co-opt electricity, her electricity, she thought—but it grew still again when Amon simply plucked away his bending, just like that. So confident was he that he didn’t have anyone lift a finger when a familiar, scruffy-looking kid no older than her picked up the triad and carried him out of the building. His firebending was gone, and that was that. Whatever reservations Asami still had by then, she cast them aside and committed herself to Amon’s vision, which made the coming betrayal cut all the more deeply.

Asami’s father had always been a careful man, but never especially patient. The careful stockpiling of materiel and subtle recruitment efforts were satisfactory to the rest of the Equalists, but not to Hiroshi. Every day they waited was another day the triads had to entrench themselves and squeeze the life out of their city, the way he saw it.

One day their fight was full of rare vitriol, worse than usual. Asami slipped away after her father as quickly as she could, hoping to soothe his anger, only to find him in the air as if held by puppet strings. Amon was there as well, flicking his fingers to make her father’s body contort in all sorts of painful, unnatural directions. All the talk of spirit-given power, of equality, it was nothing more than powerful bloodbending. He was almost gloating as he explained the cold calculus that made Hiroshi an expendable liability when there was a smarter, more obedient Sato already available to him. Unfortunately for Amon, the smarter, more obedient Sato had her shock glove.

Even free of the bloodbending, her father held on only long enough to confirm her story to the other Equalists who rushed in at the noise. In an instant, their senior leadership was in shambles, and no one was certain of what to do anymore. For the rank-and-file, who had been saved many times over by Asami’s inventions, there was already a clear leader among them. In the span of a few hours, both Future Industries and the Equalists had fallen into Asami’s lap.

Of course, that much power can go to a person’s head…

Time After Time (Part 2 of 10)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,403

Warnings: fluff, crying, second-hand embarrassment

A/N: This is going to be one part for a certain time in their lives as they grow up. If you aren’t used to the American schooling system I can help explain?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6a - 6b - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Age 11

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Sweet Lorraine

Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer
Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers
Who knew that sunshine don’t hold up to dark
Whose businesses fail
Who sleep in the park
Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris
And outlandish things to her family just to scare us
whose heart went pokin’ where it shouldn’t ought
Whose mother could only spit at the thought of
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

Her father would tear out like a page of the bible
Then he’d burn down the house to announce his arrival
Her mother was working and never was home
Lorraine carved out a little life of her own
Lorraine started working, Lorraine went to school
Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved
Now isn’t that a very strange thing to do
For someone who never really wanted you
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

Her daddy called her a slut and a whore
On the night before her wedding day
The very next morning at the church
Her daddy gave Lorraine away
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

In the battle of time in the battle of will
It’s only your hope and your heart that gets killed
And it gets harder and harder lorraine, to believe in magic
When what came before you is so very tragic
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

—Patty Griffin, Sweet Lorraine

Too Soon - Finn Shelby

Request:Hey, could you please write a fic where your parents take u to abort Finn’s baby cuz they have never like you and him together, do wgat you want with how it ends.

Request: Hey can I please request a Finn Shelby X reader one where he’s been sneaking off for ages and finally John Arthur and Tommy find out he’s been sneaking off to visit this house and so they quietly break in but when they reach the upstairs bedroom they find him sleeping with a girl (he gets all startled and like points a gun at them and stuff) and then when he’s talking to his brothers down stairs she wakes up and they find out she’s also pregnant with his child? Sorry it’s kinda long… - @flowerandsparky

Too Soon - Finn Shelby

The makeshift boxing club that had opened in Small Heath seemed to be growing in popularity. Especially among the Blinders. Isaiah and Finn went nearly all the time. Finally after a couple of months, they persuaded Michael to join them. It became a ritual weekly event for the three of them. Get drunk, possibly do some Tokyo, and go to the ring. It was where you were sure to find them on an evening that Tommy didn’t require their help for something. You’d go along with them, watching from the outside of the pen as they sparred. 

Mostly Finn though. You would stand by whichever ring Finn was in, watching him box. He was crap in the beginning and Isaiah usually beat him, but he’d been getting really good. There was something oddly attractive about watching him beat some up.  

“You did really well tonight.” You held Finn’s hand as he walked you home.  

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Why Not? Pt.2 || [I.M smut]

Originally posted by wonkyuns

Summary: What happens after you wake up and you both figure things out.
Genre: Slight Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut
Word count:  3570 words
A/N: Here I go again, sinning. Feel free to tell me how bad it was. Otherwise, Enjoy!

 You awoke to the soft patter of rain against your rooftop followed by the soft squeak of your door as your mother quietly stepped into your room. Stretching your limbs out lazily, you sleepily nuzzle your face into your pillow as you note the absence of Changkyun’s body laid next to yours. ‘He always wakes up early anyway.’ You think to yourself before cracking an eye open to stare at your mother dressed in her work attire.
“Morning.” She smiles, carefully sitting on your bedside so she won’t wrinkle her skirt. “I got a call from work, they said it’s an emergency.” She sighs, gently patting your cheek. “I know Saturday’s are our thing. I’ll bring pizza home to compensate.” She smiles, ruffling your hair before leaning down to kiss your forehead as you nod, bidding her a raspy 'good luck’ and 'see you later’ as you watched her exit your room. Ever since you were little, your mom and dad were usually at work and you were at school during the weekdays, so the weekend would be your bonding times. Saturday was designated to your mother and Sunday to your dad. However, after he passed away, Sunday’s were more dedicated to alone time and sometimes deep emotional conversations with your best friend. 
“Oh and Changkyun’s half asleep making toast, please ensure he doesn’t burn the house down.” Your mother asks of you as her head pops back into your room before disappearing again. You groan as you pick your phone up to check the time, your face contorting in displeasure as you read that it was barely past 7 in the morning. 'Why couldn’t he be asleep? Or eating me out again?’ Your mind suddenly wondered, mischievously taunting you with vivid flashbacks and you slapped a hand to your forehead in an attempt to stop the unwanted instant replay as you recalled the early morning hours in which Changkyun had you at the mercy of his mouth.
“Nope, nope, nope.” You grumble to yourself as you shook your head and rolled over to bury your face into your pillow, wondering if suffocation could cause memory loss. However, even as it became harder to breathe, your body failed to forget the sensation of your fingers threading through his hair as his tongue and fingers worked you to a very delicious orgasm. With a whine escaping your throat, you turn onto your left side to stare blankly at the wall. Despite the coolness of the early morning weather settling in your room, your body felt rather hot. You squeezed your thighs together and closed your eyes, trying to mentally will yourself to stop and maybe go back to sleep. You were thinking that maybe Changkyun should burn the house down, you weren’t sure if you could look at him in the face again.

“[Y/N] are you awake?” A deeper, huskier voice riddled with sleep interrupts the inner inner machinations of your mind, your heart rate picking up speed, causing your breath to hitch in your throat and to quicken as if you’d just run a marathon both due to surprise and embarrassment. You were just thinking of the sins you’d committed he’d practically materialized in your room like some kind of genie of sexy voices and talented tongues.
“Hmm?” You reply, lowly your voice groggy and feigning sleepiness with your back faced to him. Your wide eyes shut in an instant praying that your terribly acting skills save you from talking to him somehow. 'Fuck, fuck fuck.’ You scream in your head as you felt the bed dip under his weight, his body curling around your fetal position, his arm snaking over your waistline to press you closer to him. Taking a few deep breaths, you try to not be too obvious in trying to calm your wildly beating heart but completely fail as you can feel it nearly pumping in your throat. With how close Changkyun was pressed to you, you new that he could feel it beating, however, you were thankful that he hadn’t said anything about it. Clenching your jaw, you once again try to force yourself to calm down, of all the people in the world, this was Changkyun, someone you could bare your soul too without being judged. He was a part of you, your other half, you shouldn’t be nervous.
“I was making toast and I burnt it.” He breaks the thick silence that seemed to be suffocating you, talking casually as if nothing had happened between you two. For some reason, you felt your heart drop, the rush of anxiety taking a dive into deep sadness that made your chest ache uncomfortably. A part of you wanted to talk about what happened and the other half of you wanted to just make him breakfast like he would ask soon enough. Silly him, you knew him too well, he could barely do things right without you sometimes. You wondered about how his future girlfriend would manage, how she would treat him and if she’d laugh at his lame puns and enjoy his company as much as you did. Your chest constricted with the intensity of the ache at the mere thought.
“Do you think you can-”
“Yeah, ye-yeah,” You cut him off, brushing his hand away and trying to fight the unexplainable urge to cry. Great, you’d just thought yourself into a bad mood and potentially ruined your morning or day.

“What’s wrong?” Changkyun catches onto your bad mood just as quickly as you’d dug yourself into it. His eyes were fixated onto the back of your head, appalled at your behavior. You never pushed him away before. Early morning cuddles, insults and name calling were your favorites. And as much as he wanted to call you his favorite insult, he bit his tongue and rolled off his side of the bed, walking over to your side to kneel before your gaze. He could tell this would be serious. The second he caught sight of your glassy eyes, a lone tear slipping out from the corner of your eye and rolling across the bridge of your nose. His hand instinctively reached out to wipe it away before it could reach any further, concern matting his face. Changkyun absolutely hated seeing you cry.
“Talk to me you shaved coconut. Or should I eat you out again and make you feel better?” He grins suggestively, his hand playfully squeezing your boob and making a honking noise in an attempt to lighten the mood, resulting in you placing your hand on his to stop him just incase he was serious. You couldn’t tell with how spontaneous he was being.
“Thinking about you with someone else that isn’t me really sucks.” You blubber, swiping at your watery eyes as you roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling. It was better to get it off your chest, besides, you and Changkun never hid anything from each other before. Changkyun feels his heart flutter with happiness at your words.
“Then don’t.” He shrugs in a simple reply, taking your hand to pull you back onto your side to face him, his body easing onto your side of the bed to sit.
“C'mere.” He mumbles whilst leaning forward to kiss your forehead, your eyes and nose, his lips lingering dangerously close to yours.
“Do you want me [Y/N]?” Changkun questions as a smile spreads onto his features. It’s a genuine smile, a proud one, his eyes twinkling  with excitement unlike his wicked, playful smirks and grins that he usually wears. You’re confused, but caught in the moment. There’s a new level of intimacy and your heart can’t help but flutter in a good way, your mouth breaking into a smile as he pecks your lips. One peck, two pecks, three pecks. You nearly feel your face breaking with the smile that’s placed on your lips as you give him a tiny nod despite the pleasant tingle spreading throughout your body.
“Babygirl I love you so much.” Changkyun coos, pressing chaste kisses to the corner of your mouth, moving down to your shoulder and the length of your arm. Loud giggles erupt from your throat as he rolls you onto your back, his fingers poking and tickling your sides even as his lips press kisses wildly to your body, your limbs flailing about in protest before he stops.
“So you’re mine from now on okay morning breath?” He confirms beaming down at you as you accept with a soft 'okay’ not giving it a second thought. Why not? There wasn’t much to think about. It just felt like a burden was being lifted from your shoulders. It just felt right.

“My breath doesn’t smell by the way.” You argue with a roll of your eyes, pushing yourself back onto your left side. It didn’t smell as half as bad as his did. 
“Okay, but, you’re sure that 'us' is what you want?” Changkyun asks again, getting closer as a smirk grows on his lips.
“Yeah. Is it what you want?” You counter with growing worry, hoping that he wasn’t having second thoughts.
“I’m just making sure because I really, really want to fuck you.” He groans into your ear, having gotten closer with every word spilling from his mouth. In a split second the heat that was suppressed by your temporary dam of sadness was broken and flooding your body again. fueling your sexual desire. It was rediculous how easily he turned you on.
“Shut up.” You moan in protest as he kisses the shell of your ear before his teeth gingerly nibble on your earlobe, your entire body shivering in delight. Your eyes close as you bite your lip, an involuntary moan leaving your lips as a small sting graces your behind, the sound of his palm smacking your ass twice echoing in the room.
“Fuck. I always wanted to do that.” Changkyun groans, kneeling on the ground once more and pushing your right leg up to our chest as he pulls the fabric of your underwear up, the cloth of your underwear being pressed tightly against your pussy. Changkyun’s lips came into contact with the heated spot that he smacked, your eyebrow arching in question of his actions as he kissed it gently, his lips trailing down to the back of your thighs before he pressed his face between your legs. You can’t help the blush that blazes on your face nor the squeak that squeezes past your lips as he deeply inhales before nuzzling his face against your womanhood. 
“Damn baby I could just smother myself to death in your pussy. You taste and smell so good.” He growls, littering kisses along the length of your womanhood. It’s enough to make you squirm, your tongue running over your now dry lips as you try to roll onto your back but Changkyun’s hand behind your knee keeps you in place, his index finger rubbing the slit of your puffy lips, your wetness spreading quickly.
“[Y/N] You’re so wet for me already.” You hear him chuckle as your underwear is soaked with your juices, sticking between your lips. 
“Kuukkungie~” You moan his beloved nickname as you squirm as hard as you could, wanting him to just take your panties off and fuck you within the inch of your life. Your body was begging.
“Tell me what you want [Y/N]. What do you want me to do to you?” Changkyun questions as he continues to tease your sobbing womanhood, his tongue pressing heavily against your now swollen clit. You can barely mutter a single word as he hardens his tongue to press against it with the tip, swirling it around your hardened nub and making you shake with excitement, your hand pushing the back of his head to press him more into you as a sign that you wanted more. 
“Take my panties off Changkyun.” You rasp, your body stiffening up momentarily as he kisses your pussy with enough intensity to suck on it before pulling away. Changkyun wastes no time in complying, peeling your underwear off and watching in delight as the dampened, flimsy cloth is removed, exposing your sex to his hungry eyes and dropping your underwear carelessly on the floor. 

“Do you want me to play with you more?”  Changkyun challenges your eagerness as he runs his finger along your core, opting to rub circles around your clit and watching you shudder with pleasure. 
“You know what I want.” You wine, motioning him closer with your index finger.  However, your bestfriend, now boyfriend only feigns innocence as his lower lip juts out as he shakes his head. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lies as he refuses to come closer. his head disappearing behind the curve of your backside, his exposing your clit enough for his tongue to tease.
“Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” He smirks wickedly as he hears you moan in frustration. You were beginning to regret telling him about your kinks now that he was beginning to use it against you. Your lower abdomen began burning with a delicious desire at his words.
“What should it be princess? My tongue?” He taunts, flattening his tongue out from your clit down to your entrance, his cock twitching as your deep moan fills his ears. “Or do you want my fingers?” He provokes as he pulls away his middle finger rubbing your entrance to barely dip into it. Automatically, your hips move to create more friction to please yourself, but Changkyun catches on to what you’re doing quickly and pulls away with a smirk.
“Don’t move.” He commands as he stands, making you pout at the brief loss of contact. You mindlessly obey as your eyes follow him as he makes his way onto the bed. “Or do you want daddy’s cock filling up your tight little pussy.” He smiles as he places his hand on your hip, the other lifting your right leg and placing your ankle on his shoulder to create more room for him to jam his clothed erection to your lower half. You immediately nod furiously, muttering a small please as he grinds himself into you a wet spot forming on the front of his pants from where your juices met his crotch.
“Please what baby girl?" 
"Please fuck me.” You moan, grinding your hips back to match the timing with his own, your hand reaching out to touch him but he grabs your wrist, keeping you from touching him.
“Who are you talking to [Y/N]?” Changkyun drags out, stopping to pull the string of his sweatpants and push his pants and boxers down enough to let his straining erection free.
“You, Changkyun.” You grumble, refusing to give in to what he knew he was asking for.
“Who are you talking to [Y/N]?” He repeats himself roughly, making you flinch, your stomach flipping at the new display of his more dominant side as he uses a hand to wipe the pre cum oozing from his length to press it against your lips. Your tongue darts out from between your lips to drag along his fingers, gingerly tasting the sticky substance before taking his two digits into your mouth. You maintain eye contact with him as he smirks in satisfaction at your actions. 
“Good girl.” He compliments, using his left hand to guide his length to your throbbing entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against you to annoy you further. “I’m not  fucking you until I hear you say it." 
"Please..dwaddy..” You say meekly with his fingers still in your mouth, your chest almost heaving as he pushes against your core, your opening beginning to stretch to fit him only to have him pull away. You whimper loudly in protest, your eyes pleading with him to continue.
“What was that princess?” He chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers away to allow you to speak.
“You daddy. Please fuck me.” You wail succumbing to his dominance and the pleasure that your body was aching for.

In no less than a second Changkyun’s cock was pushed into you, filling you completely. When he’s fully seated in your welcoming walls, a low, satisfied groan rumbles through his chest.  Your hands reach up to grab the pillow as he slammed himself into you without restraint. Your walls were burning with ecstasy at the stretch and speed he’s pounding into you. You’ve had sex with one other guy before in drunken stupor thinking he was the one, but having Changkyun take you like this was nothing in comparison. Within seconds your legs were shaking, your orgasm already ready to burst.
“Touch yourself for me.” The man above you commands and you don’t hesitate to do so. You reach down to vigorously stroke your clit with one hand as your other hand squeezes the pillow your knuckles turning white whilst moans began falling from your mouth like raindrops falling from rain clouds. Changkyun was experiencing extreme pleasure as he watched you touch yourself in addition to your walls beginning to pulse around him.
“Are you gonna cum princess?” He questions between his own grunts, his hands squeezing your thigh as he keeps your legs parted. You nod as you feel yourself near your end, your mind and body only focusing on reaching that euphoria that you were longing for.
“No. You’re not allowed to cum yet.” Changkyun denies you in the nick of time. He pulls out and grabs your wrists, clenching his teeth to restrain himself from resuming his position and burying himself into your warmth once more. He grabs your wrists and pulls it away, your eyes tearing up as you shake your head, lips trembling and chest heaving as the pleasure begins to fade away disbelief pulsing through your veins instead, your hips bucking in want of his return.
“You didn’t ask to cum baby.” Changkyun mocks, satisfied with your disheveled state.
“Daddy please let me cum.” You find yourself begging in an instant, your voice shaking, throat hot and thick with defeat. Your eyelashes were wet with frustrated tears as you stare up at him. Pretending to consider the idea, Changkyun arches his brow as if in thought. He wanted you to cum as much as you did, he just liked to tease.

“Hands and knees babygirl.” He instructs as he lets you go. Instantaneously, you abide by his law, your shaking hands and knees holding you up. As Chankyun mounts you again, he observes the way your head tilts to the side before briefly looking back at him. Hovering over your body as his cock slides into you easily, he brushes your hair from your ear after kissing your shoulder and the junction of your neck.
“Cum for me okay [Y/N]? I want you to cum hard over my cock.” He murmurs in his deep voice next to your ear before beginning his thrusts and you nod, relief flooding your system with his permission. You suck in a sharp breath as you feel his teeth  sink into the flesh of your shoulder, letting out a hiss as  he pulls away, the burning sensation briefly distraction you from your orgasm. However, as Changkyun grips your hips tightly whilst his stomach begins to coil, you can’t help but lean forward, your hands giving in from under you. You begin to push your hips back to meet his thrusts feeling your orgasm beginning to build again.
“Go ahead and touch yourself baby. I know you want to.” Changkyun rasps out between his own labored breaths. With the change in position, you became a tighter fit for him and with the way your walls were beginning to lightly clench and unclench around him was making him loose his mind. With the way you were being stretched and exposed, it only took a few strokes of your fingers before your body was tensing up with your orgasm, toes curling and hands balling into fists. Your jaw hung open in a soundless scream as you pressed your face hard into the pillow. Your tightness made it extremely hard for Changkyun to ride out your orgasm, his seed spilling into you mere seconds after. You let out a groan as his body slumped over yours, both of you becoming very aware of how hot and sweaty you both were. 

“I can’t wait to do that again.” Your boyfriend laughs as he rolls next to you onto his back after pulling his shirt off and pulling his sweatpants back up over his hips.
“I can wait.” You pant, falling onto your stomach and closing your eyes to regain your strength and calm down from your high. Your arms and legs felt like soft jelly, your energy was drained. You didn’t know exactly how he was managing to keep his composure.
“C'mon we should eat breakfast.” He grins, reaching over to pull your shirt over your butt after smacking it playfully. You crack an eye open to stare at him in a silent question of whether or not he was serious. You could barely move, how was he expecting you to make breakfast?
“Cereal sound good?” Changkyun smiles, brushing the hair from your face and kissing your cheek as you close your eyes in  comfort and full confidence that he wouldn’t need your help for that.

Part 1


anonymous asked:

#5 with ethan ??💓

5: “Why are you helping me?”

For as long as I can remember, Ethan and I have never liked each other. Which was quite a bummer, because Grayson, Cameron and I got along quite fine. But with Ethan, not so much.

Anytime he was over we would start off by bickering. Then it would turn into arguing until it was a full on yelling match. I’m not exactly sure why we didn’t like each other that much. I’m not going to lie, if we weren’t enemies, I would totally date him. He’s super cute, and strong, and funny and. Yeah, you get the point. Too bad he’s a douche.

Grayson and Cameron always tell us how we’re going to end up getting married one day. I told them that this isn’t Disney channel, and things don’t end up the way you want. Ethan told them to fuck off.

But yet right now, I was getting all dolled up to go to one of their parties. It was only once in a while that they threw a party, because something that not a lot of people know, but being with a lot of people for a long time actually makes them feel sick to their stomach, like they have social anxiety. But once a while they decided to suck it up and throw a party. And I was proud of them. Yes, maybe even Ethan. All though I don’t want to admit it, I care for him way too much. Bummer.

I didn’t want to go all out on this party. Typically, you could tell how old each person was at a party by a few things: 1) the clothes that they are wearing. The more dressed up you are the more likely you’re younger 2) how much you’ve had to drink. Older people could typically drink 2 beers before it starts getting to them, while younger people only need half of 1. 3) the people they’re talking to. Older people generally will mingle in the corpus, while younger people stayed in their best friend group. And 4) how many rooms are available. The less rooms available, the more younger people there are and vice versa.

So I decided on a pretty casual outfit. Black ripped jeans with a white tank top that was tucked in to my jeans and white converse. Makeup was a minimal, only a BB Cream, some powder, mascara and lipgloss. Summer time meant I didn’t need to wear a lot of makeup, or any really. It was time to let those summer freckles show through with your sunburn. I got a text from Grayson saying he was outside, and I grabbed my little cross body bag and left the house.

Ethan hadn’t come for the ride. That’s how it always is. Grayson picks me up and brings me back to their house. The less interaction with Ethan, the better.

“You look pretty ugly"Grayson joked, putting Ethan’s truck in drive.

“I could say worse"I joked back, making both of us laugh. He pulled up to his house and I could literally feel the music through my heart.

"You need me?"Gray asked, or shouted from the blaring music.

"Nah,"I yelled, going into the front door. People were lined up against the walls, talking to their friends or grinding on other people. Some were about to make a porno. I could smell the beer and vodka through the air. Also some pot. I pushed my way through people, making sure to yell "female emergency!"as I did. People thought female emergency was like you were about to drop dead or something. The floor split like the Red Sea and I made it to the kitchen. I could hear people coming in and out of the basement door. But the people coming out were more drunk or high then the people going in.

I went over towards the cabinet where all the drinks were and grabbed the vodka. I took a big swing. It taste like rubber and batteries. It burns like a mother fucker going down your throat. Yet once it’s down, I feel so calm and happy. I took another big swing before I headed off to see some people.

The whole night was really a blur. I had one too many drinks, as was obvious because I couldn’t stop laughing. Except no one said anything funny. I ran into Ethan once, but I was so drunk I ended up giving him the biggest hug ever before singing Katy Perry into the crowd. Don’t ask, I wish I knew.

It was maybe 2 am now. The party was dying down. Many people left. There were maybe 35 people now. I am so drunk right now, I feel invincible. I was waving my arms back and forth before falling back. I braced myself to fall to the ground but instead I fell into some guys lap. I recognized him from the captain of the basketball team. He was pretty cute. Not that I would ever go out with him, but people always seem 125% cuter when you’re drunk. All of the sudden we were making out. His hands traveling up around my body before our lips lost contact and I was carried off of the guy. I looked at the captain, but he was too drunk to notice anything either.

I turned around at who picked me off of the kids body and it was Ethan.

"Hey! Who do you, think you are?"I asked, my pointer finger jabbing into his chest. Make sure you get the pause of the comma, because I ended up hiccuping there.

"I think you’re a little too drunk"he said.

"What makes you say that?"I asked. All of the sudden I feel myself about to fall. Then hands were back around my waist again. It took me a second to realize that he had been holding on to me the whole time.

"I think that proves it. Come one, you need to rest up"he says, gently tugging my hand as he led us to the stairs.

"But the parties not over yet"I whined, looking back making us stop walking. Except it was. There was maybe 5 people left, and they were all leaving.

"Never mind"I said quietly.

"Come on"he said, his hand on the small of my back as I was in front of him, going up the stairs. His hand never left my back to make sure I didn’t fall backwards.

"Go to my room"Ethan said.

"But you never let me in your room"I said, almost like a question.

"Well now I am. Go"he said, his fingers jabbing my back as he pushed me toward his room. He opened the door and I went in, his room already 4x cooler than the rest of the house.

"Stay here while I go get you something"he said, leaving the room.

I suddenly sobered up, not a lot, in fact just barely. But for some reason I was so intrigued by his room. And yet there was nothing special about it. It looked the same as Grayson’s. Same bed, just a different color. Same drawers, same tv. And yet, his was so different. I fell back onto his bed, eyes closing.

"Don’t go to sleep yet"I heard someone said. I pried my eyes open to find Ethan, setting something on his nightstand.

"Take this and drink this,"he said, handing me a pill and water. Even drunk I still was skeptical, my eyebrows raising like a question.

He rolled his eyes. "I didn’t do anything if that’s what you’re going to ask. It’s Advil and water. You’re going to need it tomorrow. And there’s clothes on the bed you could wear.” I looked at the clothes piled neatly on the bed.

He left the room and shut the door, giving me my privacy to get changed. I threw my tank top and bra off, and slid out of my skinny jeans and underwear, already feeling 15x more comfortable. I put on the checkered boxers, and they fell loosely around my waist, but I expected that. I also put on sweatshirt and sweatpants, which smelled like lavender scented detergent and cologne. It didn’t smell like Grayson’s though, so it had to be Ethan’s. I felt so warm and cozy in his clothes. I put my hair up in a bun, and grabbed a baby wipe from his nightstand and wiped the makeup off of my face. I placed the 2 Advil in my mouth and took a big gulp of water, the water being a good break from the burning my throat went through tonight. I fell back on the bed, my eyes closing.

Ethan knocked on the door, asking for permission to come back in.

“Come in"I sang. I was still pretty drunk. I heard him chuckle as he came in. He was silent for a few seconds. I opened my eyes and saw him looking me up and down in his clothes.

"Just to let you know, you’re probably not getting these back"I said. Drunk me knew what’s up. I could live in guys’ clothes forever.

"I already knew that,"he said. I signaled for him to come closer with a wave of my hand. He did. I kept signaling until he got right next to me. I grabbed his neck and pulled him next to me in the bed, earning a groan from him.

"I think I just pulled something in my neck"he rubbed his neck. I giggled as looked up at the ceiling.

"I like your room. It’s different. I mean it’s kind of like the same as Grayson but it looks pretty different. Maybe because I haven’t been in your room as much as I’ve been in Grayson’s-” If I were to write out as much as I said my thumbs would fall off. I just kept talking and talking and blabbering, not stopping to catch my breath. But Ethan didn’t interrupt me once. In fact the whole time, I could feel his eyes on me.

“-so that’s why I didn’t want to change the color of my room,"I stopped my whole life story of a room finally. I bet 20 minutes went by.

"I talk a lot when I’m drunk"I said, just to clear it up as if Ethan couldn’t tell already.

"I noticed"he said.

"I’m sorry,"I apologized.

"I don’t mind it"he reassured. We stayed in silence for a few seconds. Maybe a minute, until I spoke again. Shocker.



“Why are you helping me?”

He thought about it for a few seconds before responding.

“Because I care about you Y/N. Even if I don’t show it sometimes. Sometimes I think I care a little too much. And that’s why I get so mad"he says.

I don’t respond for a few seconds before I start talking again.

"I care about you too. And I also think you’re pretty cute. Maybe even more if you weren’t such a dick"I said. I heard him laugh lightly before I felt the bed shift as he got out.

"You need to get some rest"he said, undoing the sheets so I could get under.

"But I want to talk more"I said. He laughed at that too, and I knew he was probably thinking what else it new.

"We’ll talk more in the morning"he says walking towards the door.



“Where are you going to sleep?”

“In my parents room”

“Oh ok"I said, snuggling under the covers.


“Yeah?"he asked. I could tell from his voice he was finding humor in this.

"Good night"I said.

"Good night"he said after a few seconds before turning off the light. I closed my eyes and that’s all I remember before passing out.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of burning bananas. I knew Grayson was trying to make his famous "banana squash pancakes” or whatever he calls them. I think they’re pretty good. Would I take Denny’s or IHOP pancakes over his? Probably. But they’re not as terrible as Ethan makes them out to be.

So when I heard arguing, I figured it was about the pancakes. I tiptoed to the top of the stairs to hear what they were saying.

“What am I supposed to say? The reason I’ve been a douche to you all along is because I like you at last night made me realize it in love with you?"I heard Ethan ask Grayson.

"Yeah kind of!"I heard Grayson almost yell. It’s weird how they’re so alike in some ways but not the other. For example, Grayson is better at feeling than Ethan. Ethan’s always bottled it up. I could tell because there’s no way you could just explode the way he does if you talk about it.

"Whatever, I’m going to see if she’s awake"I heard Ethan say. I tiptoed back into the bed, and pretended to sleep. When I heard the door open I stretched my arms, like I had just woken up.

"Good morning"I heard Ethan say. I responded with a sufficient "mmm.” Ethan laughed as I signaled for him to walk over to me again. He did but before I could grab him he came into the bed next to me.

“How you feeling?"he asked. I didn’t even realize about my crazy night yesterday until just now.

I shrugged. "Alright. I took that shit like a champ"I said. Ethan laughed.

"Do you remember anything about last night?"he asked.

"I remember not shutting up. I was giving myself a headache and I was talking I don’t know how you didn’t get one,"I said. He laughed again. I noticed how his nose pressed more against his face when he laughed and became flatter.

"I also remember calling you cute. I still stick to that"I said, my head facing Ethan but my eyes were closed. His fingers were tracing my back and I felt them hesitate for a second before continuing on.

"Cute"Ethan said. That was his nickname for me. He’d always say that every time I in his words "got what I wanted.”

I smiled, my eyes still closed as I put my face into the crook of his neck.


“Yeah?"I took my face out of his neck before looking at his pink lips.

"Fuck it"I thought and crashed my lips onto his. He melted into the kiss, his hands finding the small of my back to push us closer together. Our lips moved in sync, and neither of us wanted to stop. Until we had to, or we might pass out.

"You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,"Ethan said. I smiled and the door opened, revealing Grayson with a plate in his hand.

"Hate to break up the love birds moment, but who wants some banana pancakes?"he asked.

"No one"Ethan and I said simultaneously.

That morning left a very satisfied Ethan and I, and a very upset Grayson.


I always make these so much longer than needed lol whoops

Till I See You Again (part 1)


Summary: Jace Wayland was 4 years old when he first fell in love. When he was 9 years old he lost the little girl he loved and he’s been blaming himself ever since. Seventeen years later a mundane girl with an identifying necklace walks into his life and changes him forever.

Jace Wayland X Reader

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Authors notes: In honour of season 2 of Shadowhunters, I decided to write this fic about my baby Jace. This story is set after the events of the Dark War but I changed some events the diverges from the book. Clary and Jace were in love but not anymore and Luke is a lead detective of the New York police department. 

When he was 4 years old Jace fell in love. It wasn’t a romantic kind of love; it was an undying adoration for a baby girl that lived down the road from his father’s home. He would sneak away and spend time with baby Stella, playing with her, reading her books, and rocking her to sleep. When his father found out he thought that his father would punish him, but instead his father allowed Jace to see Stella once a week for 2 hours at a time.

When Jace was 8 years old he found a piece of amber in the forest, he polished it until it shone in the sunlight, turned it into a beautiful necklace, and carved his initials on the back for Stella. It is safe to say that Stella wore the necklace until the day she died.

When Jace was 9 years old he lost the center of his world. The little cottage where Stella and her widowed mother lived was burned down to ashes, only her mother’s body was found in the remaining ruble. Stella was from the Joyen family, which essentially made her Shadowhunter royalty. The search party for Stella lasted for months, but the Shadowhunters turned up with no leads and Stella was declared deceased. It broke Jace’s heart and his father reminded him that ‘to love was to be destroyed’, so Jace never allowed himself to get close to anybody else, he refuses to go through that pain again.

After the Dark War Jace discovered that Valentine was the one responsible for the fire, he wanted to teach Jace a lesson about weakness and attachment. The news destroyed Jace, he blamed himself for Stella’s death, the hate he felt for himself strengthened and it he became more cynical and angry at the world.

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I’m currently drinking myself manic. It’s Friday mother fucker, it’s what we do. By we, I mean introverted people who love alcohol. I’ve had several drinks though and this smile is still fake AF because in this country justice depends of the color of your skin. I’m absolutely shaking with rage. I want to burn the mother fucker down, but what is the mother fucker? Systemic racism is so entrenched and I feel so useless. Things need to change. I don’t want to be alive in this world.

Also I gave myself a flapper on my pinkie today while rock climbing. Look up flapper rock climbing if you don’t know what I’m talking about but don’t do that unless you’re not squeamish about skin injuries. If I could change my country, I would gladly have a flapper on every finger in exchange for the change.