do you realize you are ruining my life

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.


Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

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Dialogue Prompts

So, I really want to start writing on this blog, too. So I made a prompt list.
Not all prompts are mine, some are stolen from another blog. 

I will be writing for the following fandoms:

  • Harry Potter
  • Criminal Minds
  • Supernatural
  • Shadowhunters/ The moral instruments
  • The hunger games
  • Divergent
  • The maze runner
  • Grey’s anatomy

Okay, that isn’t too much. I’m still catching up on other shows. Once I’m finished, I’ll add them. You can ask for any character x reader, or character x character. If you want a platonic one-shot, you should note that. You can ask for as many prompts as you want. 

Dialogue prompts:

  1. “I have always loved cacti.” 
  2. “You didn’t just say that.” 
  3. “Whoa-dude. Look at that!”
  4. “Just because I died doesn’t mean I’m really dead.” 
  5. “Just because I drove into that river doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver.”
  6. “You walked into a knife?”
  7. “How did you manage this level of stupidity?” 
  8. “You locked me outside!” 
  9. “I’ve always been there for you. And I will continue to be.”
  10. “Do you trust me?”
    “Not even a little bit.” 
  11. “Uhh, is something wrong?”
    “What? Hehe! Of course not, why would you think that?” 
    “Because I can smell something burning and you’re hiding behind a door. Now, let me in.”
  12. “Here’s a newspaper filled with all the love I can’t feel.”
  13. “You know, people may like you more if you didn’t smell like a dead body.”
  14. “Aww, sweetie. Where are your parents?”
    “I’m older than you.” 
  15. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child.”
    “Don’t throw the scissors!”
  16. “Here, take my jacket/blanket.”
    “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivers*
  17. “Why are you still awake?”
  18. “Come over here and make me.” 
  19. “The salad here is really nice.” 
    “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  20. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
  21. “You can’t ride a bike?” 
    “Why are you whispering?”
  22. “We’re going downtown.”
    “There’s a strip club downtown.” 
  23. “You broke what?!” 
    “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  24. “Come Inside. I’m sorry.”
    “Not until an apology.”
    “I just said i’m freaking sorry.” 
  25. “Are you jealous?”
    “You are changing your outfit right now.”
  26. “Why did I marry you?” 
    “It took a whole lot of convincing.”
  27. “Luck? Nope. Skills.”
    “If it’s skills then do it again.”
  28. “You said forever!”
  29. “Seven fucking years and that’s all you have to say?” 
  30. “I love you, but I have to go.” 
  31. “I hate you so much.” 
  32. “You were and still are my everything.”
  33. “I can’t love you the way you want.” 
  34. “Hey jerk.”
    “…”
    “I mean… Babe?”
  35. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”
    “You always have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
  36. “S/he just tripped and won’t stop laughing.”
  37. “Nice dancing you did there, how about you dance your way to my bedroom?” 
  38. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me.”
  39. “I’ve looked after coma patients more interesting than you.” 
  40. “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get mad?”
  41. “This really didn’t go as planned.”
    “Is it the fact that everything is on fire that made you come to this conclusion?”
  42. “I can’t believe that worked.”
    “It was part of your plan.”
    “I know! My plans never work!”
  43. “You need to go! I’ll distract them!”
    “Do you think you can outrun them?”
    “If by outrun them you mean not getting caught… Probably not.” 
  44. “If you asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  45. “You’re too good for this world.”
  46. “I can hardly stand myself.” 
  47. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.” 
  48. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” 
  49. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  50. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” 
  51. “Who did this to you?”
  52. “If you kill them, you better kill me too. Because if you don’t, I will kill you.”
  53. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  54. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  55. “What happened?”
    “I got hit by a taxi. And it hurt.” 
  56. “She’s cute. But I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”
  57. “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth. Want to see?”
  58. “You said that if I went to bed early I’d feel better. You’re a fucking liar.” 
  59. “You’re late.” 
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
  60. “You made me cookies?”
  61. “You stole what?”
  62. “You aren’t pathetic.”
  63. “you looked at me different.”
  64. “I am not pregnant!”
  65. “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
  66. “I thought you were dead!”
  67. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
  68. “How. The fuck. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
  69. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
  70. “You threw a tampon at him?”
  71. “You just kissed me.”
  72. “Hold up-just-just stop. just-what are you exactly doing? It’s two AM!”
  73. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
  74. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 
  75. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  76. “Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”
  77. “If I would’ve known he was going to die, do you think I would’ve done it?”
  78. “I know you love me, but I’m tired of lying when I say it back.”
  79. “When I look at you, I see my world. And that scares the living crap out of me.”
  80. “Tell me what they did to you, please.”
  81. “I’ll go home. But it isn’t home when you’re not there.”
  82. “I’m pathetic because I go to you for everything but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  83. “I wish I could hate you.”
  84. “I’ll let you down. I’ll always let you down. I’m not enough to keep you satisfied.”
  85. “I’m trying! Can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”
  86. “I’m useless to you now.”
    “You’re a person. Not a toaster. You don’t have to have a use.”
  87. “i’m useless to you now.”
    “Oh please. You were always bloody useless. I love you anyways.”
  88. “I saw you roll skating, and I thought ‘that person is really cool’ and then you fell crashed and Jesus, are you okay?”
  89. “You had this big ass ice cream and you were so exited you dropped it and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sadder person. Just please let me buy you a new one.”
  90. “We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have to ship us and I kind of like you. Hahaha, oh god, I need to stop blushing.”
  91. “This was a terrible idea.”
    “What are you talking about? There’s free nacho’s!”
  92. “Don’t do the thing!”
    “…”
    “You already did the thing, didn’t you?”
  93. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
    “… I paint fruit.”
  94. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
    “Agreed.”
  95. “Did you seriously run face first into a light pole because you saw a pretty girl?”
    “I’m gay.”
  96. “How dare you talk to me, peasant. I am your queen.”
    “You are wearing a blanket over your shoulders.”
    “Silence! Now, fetch me some substances.”
    “Pizza bites or mini quiche?”
    “Pizza bites, obviously.”
  97. “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.”
  98. “That-that’s your blood?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”
  99. “This is going to hurt but you have to stay quiet, okay?””
  100. “Don’t pass out, we’re almost there.”
  101. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.”
  102. “You didn’t feel that? This is bad, you should’ve felt that.”
  103. “I’m scared to move you. Just wait here and I swear I’ll come back with help.”
  104. “That’s a lot nastier than it seemed at first glance.”
  105. “Please don’t die. Don’t die in my lap, I’m begging you.”
  106. “Stop being overdramatic-OH!”
  107. “Just how I want to spend the night. Removing glass from my best friends head and strapping it up.”
  108. “She has internal damage. Sh’s couching up blood.”
  109. “Would it be cliché if we matched clothes a little?”
  110. “Could you hold my hand?”
  111. “Shh, shh. I’m here now. Now give me your hands, we need to clean the blood off. Don’t cry. -I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, Ill always be there for you.”
  112. “If you want to leave then-”
    “I don’t want to leave! I want you, you idiot.”
  113. “Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.”
    “I swear to god, if I didn’t love you.”
  114. “Oh my god! Go to sleep! It’s three AM!”
    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
  115. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  116. “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  117. “But this is our thing. Eating cereal and bitching about people.”
  118. “Just don’t let go.”
  119. “Come on, just one date.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I really like (character) and she asked me first.” 
  120. “Gosh! Why are you so cold! get off me, you icicle!”
  121. “Are you…. crying? You? Miss/mister ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell”?”
    “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses.”
  122. “You did all this for me?” 
    “No, I did this for Jeffery from across the street. Yes I did all of this for you!”
  123. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere.” 
  124. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
    “Y/n, we’re in a prison cell.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
  125. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
  126. “Shit, you’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
  127. “Shut up.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “I don’t care. Shut up.”
  128. “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea. You coming?”
  129. “Did you just try to banish me?”
  130. “I swear to you, this is how I found him.”
  131. “No thanks. I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  132. “You handled that real professional.”
    “I know right? I’m so proud of myself.”
  133. “That was the worst night ever.”
    “Same time next week?”
    “Of course.”
  134. “I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
  135. “Just-just go away.”
    “I would! If we weren’t handcuffed together.! Oh, and whose fault was that again? Yours!”
  136. “And I thought we were going to have a last kiss.”
  137. “I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I don’t want to stay.”
  138. “When did you stop?”
    “Stop with what, darling?”
    “Loving me.”
  139. “Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back.”
  140. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and I’m sorry.”
    “No you’re not. You don’t care about anyone apart from yourself.”
  141. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
  142. “I love you so much. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
  143. “You only like me for my body!”
  144. “You wanted to talk? Well, here I am!”
  145. “I tried. I tried so hard, why couldn’t you?”
  146. “I bled for you. From every pore of my body, I bled. What more do you want?”
  147. “Nobody can tell me what to do.”
    “Well, actually they can.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to them.”
  148. “Knock knock, I’m here. What’s for dinner fucker?”
  149. “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
    “I can chew a lot.”
  150. “You have blood on your hands!”
    “Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much for pointing that out! Really helpful to our current situation. Seriously, thank you so much for brining this to my attention!  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  151. “I love your perfume. What scent is that? The scent of death?”
  152. “I always carry a knife in my purse in case we’re eating cake.”
  153. “You guys got a plan, though. Right?”
    “Yeah. Run.”
  154. “Maybe he’s afraid of me because I know how to use a knife.”
    “Well, I mean that’s why I’m afraid of you, so…”
  155. “Is violence always your answer?”
  156. “Remember how I said I already took care of that? Well, I lied and need your help right now.”
  157. “Please, help me. Just this one time.”
  158. “Did you break that glass on purpose?”
    “It offended me.”
  159. “I can explain!”
    “Alright then. Tell me.”
    “… I lied, there’s literally no explanation for this.”
  160. “Fight like hell.”
  161. “Do you realize how let it is?”
  162. “Can you please come and get me?”
  163. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
  164. “This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in!”
  165. “If we die, I am going to kill you.”
  166. “I love her.”
    “Her? As in a woman?”
    “No, as in a robot. Of course as in a woman you ding-bat!”
  167. “Are you drunk?”
    “No, you’re just blurry.”
  168. “I think we should run away now.”
    “Funny, I was just about to say that.”
  169. “I will not let you make me feel small. Back off.”
  170. “You’re great at dancing.”
    “I’m great at everything.”
  171. “You didn’t do the dishes, so I’m not doing you.”
  172. “Don’t give me that look.”
  173. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”
  174. “I love you, you asshole.”
  175. “What the hell kind of noise was that?”
    “I sneezed.”
    “That was not a sneeze.”
  176. “How is she?”
    “She’s fine. She has some ice cream. I wish I had ice cream.”
  177. “This is an apology pizza.Please take it or I’ll start crying right now.”
  178. “You’re stronger than you look.”
  179. “If you push me on the swings, I’ll buy you dinner. Don’t push to high, though. I don’t like heights.”
  180. “Wait, you’re gay?”
    “What gave it away? Constant flirting?”
  181. “You came back.”
  182. “Mom? I need help… I’ve made a mistake.”
  183. “So, this is haw it’s going to end. You’re staying with them?”
    “I have to.”
    “You don’t have to betray me. You don’t have to do anything.”
  184. “I’m trying to be less bitter, but your happiness isn’t rubbing off on me.”
  185. “Take of your shirt.”
  186. “You’re sweet.”
  187. “I’ve never felt this sensation before.”
    “Hugging?”
    “Being loved.”
  188. “Do you not realize how much I care about you?”
  189. “I know I’m allergic to peanuts, but I could’t day no when you walked into the office with freshly baked cookies and that damned smile on your face.”
  190. “I like it when you smile.”
  191. “This isn’t what I had in mind, but it’s better.”
  192. “Nothing is wrong. I just really like the smell of your lotion.”
  193. “You’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”
  194. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
  195. “You make a good pillow.”
  196. “I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
  197. “I hate you. I hate you so much for making me love you. Why did you make me love you if you never intended on loving me back?”
  198. “When you think of me, if you think of me, remember how much I loved you.”
  199. “I almost lost you.”
  200. “Please, just please make the pain stop.”
  201. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
  202. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”
  203. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  204. “You know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
  205. “You left without saying goodbye. I hate you for that.”
  206. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  207. “What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there’s no one else you could ever be with, and that you’d rather be alone than without me.”
  208. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one who can see that.”
  209. “Twins?… We’re having twins?”
  210. “You are so tiny compared to me.”
  211. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
  212. “I want you body. I want your mouth. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. And I want you to come with me when I go.”
  213. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  214. “May I have this dance.”
  215. “This bath is too damn hot.”
    “This is why we can’t do cute stuff. You complain to much.”
  216. “One day you’ll learn.”
    “Learn what?”
    “That someone like me doesn’t get a happy ending. Those are reserved for people like you.”
  217. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
  218. “If you don’t rest, you wont heal.”
  219. “ Why don’t they just kiss already?”
  220. “Is that a challenge?”
  221. “Here, let me see.”
  222. “How could anyone love me?” 
    “Don’t look at me. I married you for your cooking.”
  223. “So… Err, I noticed you’re kind of naked. Is that intentional, or…”
  224. “You forgot me.”
    “It was an accident.”
  225. “Drag your chair here, I can’t translate dead languages.”
  226. “Open this.”
    “Can you say please?”
  227. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean, it because I might so something crazy like believe it.”
  228. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
  229. “I was wrong. I thought I wanted him to look twice at me… Bit I don’t need him to look twice at me when you never stopped looking.”
  230. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.”
    “Then stop looking.”
  231. “Things didn’t have to end like this.”
    “But we always knew they would, didn’t we?”
  232. “She’s dead! And it is your fault!”
  233. “Are you going to lecture me about how wonderful life is?”
  234. “They’d be better off without me.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
  235. “It’s okay to cry.”
  236. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  237. “The axe is a bit unsetting, but honestly, you look great.” 
  238. “You asked me if I had any ideas. Not if I had any good ideas.”
  239. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”
  240. “So, I just realized… I’ve been shot.”
  241. “Delete it. Now.”
  242. “Could you guys do me a favor?”
    “Anything.”
    “Could at least one of you look like you are ever going to see me again?”
  243. “Don’t make me smack you in front of these people.”
  244. “I’m not a bitch. Okay, I’m lying, obviously.”
  245. “Can you get the gun out of my face, please?”
  246. “I don’t scare easily, you evil bitch.”
  247. “She’s been in there for hours and I haven’t heard a sound since.”
    “That’s because she left through the window.”
  248. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” 
    “Not until four.”
  249. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
  250. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
    “Actually, it’s more like eight.”
    “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
  251. “You passed out for like an hour.”
  252. “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.”
  253. A: “When I’m not here, do you braid each others hair and debate who the coolest Jonas brother is?”
    *B and C glance at each other*
    B: “No… But it’s totally Nick.”
    C: “Definitively Nick. But Kevin is the talented one.”
    B: “Yes, but Nick is the cute one.”
    C: “What about Joe?”
  254. “Do you know how to braid hair?”
  255. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
    “Suck my ass.”
  256. “What’s your favorite lipstick?”
    *Rambles about lipstick*”What’s yours?”
    “The one you’ll be adding to my lips.”
  257. “You could at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say.”
  258. “I always blame others for my mistakes. Just kidding, I don’t make mistakes.”
  259. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not you.”
  260. “Go to your room!”
    “First off, we share a room. Secondly, I am the older one. Bitch.”
  261. “I promised I’d safe you.”
    “I promised I’d kill you if you did.”
  262. “You did what?!”
  263. “I thought you were going to steal a boat?”
    “What do you mean, This is a boat.” 
    “No, no. This isn’t a boat, this is a motherfucking yacht!”
  264. “I wont die for you. I’d kill for you.”
  265. ^^^add your own! ;)


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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

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The Kitchens

part iv


Remus felt trapped between elation and dread. Surely this didn’t mean what he hoped it did. He tried not to let himself get his hopes up, and yet, thinking of it now from the safety of his hard, flat bed, he could hardly help himself. He held the hand Sirius had grasped so tightly up in front of him, only seeing the very faint outline of it in the moonlight. Sirius had held his hand. He’d taught him to dance, barefoot in the forest, like they were old friends. Even lovers, Remus dared to think. He’d brought him chocolates. He’d invited him tomorrow…

Why me?

Remus thought the question over and over again. Sirius no doubt had a host of friends to choose from. Not to mention James who, if all else failed, had to be at the top of the list.

Does he hold James’ hand?

It was a stupid question. Of course he didn’t. James liked Lily. Sirius liked… Remus closed his eyes.

He could have been drunk?

Remus let his hand fall back on his chest, exasperated. It seemed to be the only logical explanation, although he really had seemed quite steady. Drunk men don’t dance like that. But, then again, he’d come to Remus right under his mother’s nose. But maybe that was Sirius, maybe that’s how he is. Reckless and daring, like the princes in the fairytales. Remus gulped. When all the other boys had talked of princesses to save, he’d always preferred thinking of the prince. Privately, of course.

He wasn’t drunk. Remus knew this. So what? Why?

The answer Remus wanted to hear streamed to the front of his mind, although he never quite let himself fully believe it. He wanted to believe that Sirius had felt it too, what he had felt in the kitchen that evening, in the clearing just a half hour ago. That he had felt the very same draw of the other; to the heat of skin, the pressure of hands, the uneven breaths. Remus closed his eyes and felt it all again, but as a memory. It wasn’t the same. He wanted tomorrow to come. He fell asleep thinking of warm hands and mischievous eyes.

~

Sirius’ breathing was shallow as his mother led him back inside, into a private room, away from the lights of the party. She was wordless, only her shoes scuffing against the stone floor, muffled only by her long dress and cape. She had worn her crown, as she always, always did, and it did not move on her head, her neck like an unyielding column. Her silence made Sirius fear the worst. As soon as the door were closed however, the silence was broken. And in the worst way.

The smack of skin against skin rang through the room and Sirius’ head snapped to the left. He felt the sting of her rings slice the delicate skin that covered his cheek bone and he bit his tongue so as not to cry out.

It was worth it. He told himself, Remus. He is worth this.

Where were you?” His mother’s voice was murderously calm, “Answer me.”

Sirius tasted blood, “My apologies-“

Smack. This time the rings cut downwards, catching on his lip and splitting it wide. Sirius felt something wet on his chin but still, he did not fall.

Answers.” His mother’s voice was more growl than woman.

“I got sidetracked. I did not realize the time. I ran into Lucius the nobleman and time wasted away to politics.”

The lies slid easily from his split lips.

Politics.” She spat, “You? You expect me to believe- You’ve just ruined what would have been an outstanding match for this family. Do you have any idea the power, the wealth that girl could have offered us-“

“Us?” Sirius shot back, “You wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life with her!”

His mother’s lip curled, “You ungrateful, despicable-“

“My Queen.”

Sirius did not turn towards the messenger boy. He mustn’t see his bloodied face.

His mother straightened, face flattening to barely contained rage, “Speak.”

Sirius didn’t hear the message, only felt the glare in his direction and heard the door slam behind his mother as she followed the servant boy out.

As soon as he was alone he let himself fall. His knees hit the stone floor heavily, his wrists spiking with pain as the trembled with the effort to keep him somewhat upright. He breathed deeply, willing the swirling panic to cease.

She is gone, he told himself, she is gone now. He raised his hand to his face and his fingertips came back painted with thick red that dripped into the cracks on the stone floor.

Sirius pushed himself up, using the back passages to get to his room and locking himself in for the night, not ringing for James.

He stumbled his way into his bathroom, feeling almost terrified to look in the mirror. He hoped and prayed that the amount of blood was deceiving him, that it wasn’t as bad as it felt. He was let down at first glance.

His cheek was purpling and swollen, the bruise spreading towards the crescent of skin under his eye. It would be swollen half way shut by the morning. His lip was the same and grotesque. He cursed, taking a clean cloth to the basin of water and soaking it fully, bringing the coolness to his face. Then, turning without glancing in the mirror again, he fell into bed still clothed, with only one thought on his mind.

Remus cannot see.

Perhaps the reason behind this thought was also pride, but, for the most part, it felt like shame. A shame he had felt bloom in his chest regularly since he was a child. He would not show his face.

~

Remus woke the next morning with a headache, finding that the dread and hope that had come at Sirius’ request still were at war in his head. He tried to sensibly talk himself down from the hope side. The dread, if things went as he expected them to, would be easier to handle in the end. Hope doesn’t give into grief as easily as dread does. He told himself this as he punched in the day’s bread dough he had set to rise last night. It was four in the morning now. Noon. He had until noon.

Say it back so I know you’ll remember

How, how could he forget?

Remus pushed the heel of his palm into the cool dough, trying to focus on the repetitive motion. Pressing and folding, needing and punching. It only seemed to succeed in riling him further, allowing the emotion he truly wanted to suppress to bubble to the surface: excitement. He couldn’t allow it. He shouldn’t allow it. But as he stood, nimble fingers now twisting the brioche for breakfast into delicate twists and knots, it spread quickly through his chest. He wanted to meet Sirius. In fact, he wasn’t sure how he would be expected to wait nearly eight hours until then. He’d have to keep himself busy. He would start on the servant’s dinner after this. A stew would take the longest to prepare, and he’d let it simmer all day. The meat would be tender and it would take enough time to prepare. Then Mrs. Potter and the rest of the servants came down to prepare breakfast and wake the court. That would be at least another hour and a half of the blissful distraction of eggs and bacon, salmon and toast. Maybe he would offer to prepare the orange juice. No, too repetitive. He needed something that wasn’t mindless. He would do the eggs. He’d definitely have to focus then. He’d have to mind the heat and the consistency and then make sure they were still hot when they got sent up to-

Sirius.

Remus froze mid bread knot. He was always in charge of Sirius’ breakfast, there was no doubt today would be the same. Remus swallowed, an odd sort of thrill filling him that made it nearly impossible to keep the smile from his face. Maybe he could allow himself this. This small thing, this regular thing that now had a new world of connection. Sirius did know his breakfast came from Remus’ hands now. Maybe he could send up a note, tuck it into his napkin or under the plate where he would find it when he picked up his carefully placed fork. It was risky. It couldn’t be seen. But Remus couldn’t resist. He needed some little piece of his day among all this waiting to be dedicated to Sirius. He hated that a little bit. He would hide it well. No one needed to know.

He heard a creak from upstairs—Mrs. Potter—and tried his best to shake himself of his stupid grin, picking up the trays of bread for the oven.

~
Sirius woke to James accidentally rattling his breakfast tray and cursing.

“Shit. Sorry. You awake?”

Sirius opened his mouth without opening his eyes to respond with some sarcastic, not-so-charming remark but shut it firmly again when he felt the sharp sting of his split lip. He swallowed, opening his eyes—eye. One felt almost completely swollen shut. He hadn’t even thought to decline a wake up call. He usually was always so careful. He didn’t like James—anyone—to know if he could help it but, with James, he rarely could.

“Sirius,” James sing-songed, “Come on, mate. This is heavy.”

Sirius took a breath, then rolled over and sat up with as much dignity as he could manage. His eyes flickered to James’ face and he winced at the look on it. He knew how bad day old bruises looked.

“Morning,” He rasped shakily, “That for me?”

“Jesus…” James quickly sat the tray on Sirius’ thighs, then sat on the edge of the bed, warm fingers pressing to his jaw and tilting his face towards him to get a better look at his lip. His brows pulled together, “Jesus, Sirius.”

Sirius looked away, “My mother, actually.”

“This isn’t funny. Stop- god- I hate-“ James rose angrily from the bed, proceeding to pace across the fireplace opposite it, “She can’t just-“

“Actually she can.” Sirius sighed, “Unfortunately.”

James threw his hands out, exasperated, and gave a breathy, bitter laugh, “Unfortunately? Unfortunately? God, I cannot wait for her to croak and for you to-“

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a substitute for the smirk he knew would hurt too much, and unfolded his napkin, “Careful James.”

“No.” James was pacing more insistently now, “No, I know you don’t like to talk about it but…”

But Sirius was no longer listening, as a small bit of parchment had fluttered from the folds of his napkin and onto the sheets beside him. Instantly, his heartbeat sped with hope. His breakfast has never come with a note before, although, that was before he knew the maker. He glanced in James’ direction, making sure he was still talking (to himself) and unfolded the note. Sirius grinned. He couldn’t even feel the pain of his lip.

You taght me
to dance
Gess I have to teech you
to cook an egg now

Sirius ran his fingers over the messy scrawl. He read it again and again and again. The writing slanted to the left, it was nearly illegible. Clearly it had been written in rushed secrecy. Some words were spelled wrong and for that Sirius adored it even more. The double “e” in teach. The lack of “u” in taught and guess. He turned it over, hoping for more.

His smile fell.

He was not disappointed.

I have not forgotten

His heart warmed at the sentence, but his body went cold.

He cleared his throat, “James.”

James huffed, “I know, I know. I don’t have the training but just keep in mind that kings can do anything.” He paused, “Almost. Meaning you should absolutely feel free to make me part of your king’s guard. If you wanted. At any time.”

Sirius blinked. The lack of context caused a laugh to spring free and he suddenly partially wished he had been listening to the rant. James did like this conversation point quite a lot.

“And have to miss all of these useful conversations because you’re standing outside my door all day? I don’t think so. Fetch Pomfrey for me, would you? I want this to heal up quickly.” He squeezed the note in his hand, “As soon as possible.”

James sniffed, patting his heart, “That was almost nice.”

Fetch.” Sirius pointed his fork at the door, note clutched almost desperately in the other. He needed time he didn’t have. He closed his eyes when the door shut behind James. He felt it now, the shame from last night, in every spike of pain from his lip, in every pulse of blood in his eye. He felt it.

~

Remus tilted his chin up towards the noon sun greedily, almost thanking it for being so high in the sky. The long grasses of the south grounds tickled his ankles and the soles of his feet as he made his way to the lake Sirius had specified. He’d been once before with James and a few of his friends. A boy named Peter who seemed nice enough given the fact that he was to King Orion as James was to Sirius. It couldn’t be easy spending all that time with… that. Lily, the house maid, whom he liked very much and who he knew better now, had come along after much convincing from James. Her and James clearly doted on each other. He’d asked Lily about it once and she’d sent him to fetch some linens from the upstairs cupboard instead. Lily had brought a few of her friends along; sweet, quiet Alice and headstrong Marlene. They had been followed by some others, an equal mass of boys and girls—most of which eyed James the entire time with either jealousy or lust. Someone had brought wine and figs from the kitchens and it had turned into something of a party.

Remus dug his toes into the rocky sand of the shore. It was quieter now. He liked it better this way.

Remus looked back at the castle then down at himself. He had changed out of that morning’s shirt, but even this one looked ratty. Like everything else he owned, the seams were fraying and it was littered with untouchable stains.

Sirius would look good in even this.

He laughed softly to himself at the thought. He shouldn’t think it, but it was true. Sirius had looked good the first night, if not hopelessly tired and arrogant, in his maroon robe, the gold stitching glinting off his skin. He’d looked good barefoot, in only his billowing tie-up shirt and trousers, with fluffy post-swim hair. Remus wondered if he’d get to see that again today. And he’d looked good dressed in forest-like, velvety greens and browns, soft curls splaying around the tops of his ears. A prince ready to be presented to his subjects. Each memory was devastatingly imprinted in Remus’ thoughts. He wanted see what he would look like today, what new version he would be granted with.

Slightly breathless, Remus sat down on a warm patch of sand and waited, nerves and need coming threw in his drumming fingertips.

Remus waited.

And waited. And waited and waited. And Sirius didn’t come. And his heart got heavier with each fading degree of sunlight.

And Sirius didn’t come.

And he was right.

Grief doesn’t give easily into hope.

~

Remus doesn’t sleep for hours after he lays down. He can’t decide if he’s more angry or hurt. He thinks of the four hours he sat in the sand, back aching and hopes falling. Angry, he decides. Definitely angry. He should have known better, to be quite honest. A prince. Why would a prince ever, for a second want-

Remus closes his eyes, brow creasing. A play thing. A time passer. That’s what he was. He should have seen it earlier.

He must have fallen asleep, or at least dozed off, because he is lulled awake by his door creaking in very separate and short bursts. Like someone is trying to open it very, very slowly.

He’s alert in a moment, pushing up onto his elbows. The moonlight offers a silhouette but nothing more. Tall, broad shouldered.

“James? Who’s there?” His voice comes out softer and hoarser than he would have liked.

The figure lets out a breath and opens and closes the door in one swoop, leaning against it, “No. Does James often pay you midnight visits?“

What? “Sirius?”

“Yes.”

Remus, in utter bewilderment, moves for the matches and candle on his bedside, when Sirius’ voice cuts him off.

“No, no don’t light your candle. Please.”

It sounds panicked, pleading. He’s never heard Sirius sound like that before.

“What? Sirius, why? What are you-“

“I’ve only come to apologize. That is all.”

Remus lowers his hands, not reaching anymore, and sighs. He thinks for a moment, before shifting to press his pillow to the headboard to sit against and looks back to Sirius’ outline against the door.

“Quite right, too.”

Sirius lets out a breath and—quite presumptuously—and to Remus’ great delight—comes and sits cross-legged at the end of Remus’ bed. The moonlight still does not reach his face.

“I had…something came up. As things do for someone like me. I didn’t know how to reach you.”

For someone like me. Always the constant reminder, even on accident.

“I’m missing the apology part.” Sirius let out a breath and Remus glared, not sure if he could see it or not, “I sat there for four hours, I’m not going to let you off easy-“

“I’m sorry. I am, Remus.”

The second time hearing his name from Sirius’ mouth had no less of an effect. Remus desperately hoped his own face was just as invisible to Sirius as Sirius’ was to him. He was sure it had softened quite a bit, even as he tries to knot together the last scraps of his anger.

“Well.” Remus stretches his legs out, remembering too late that Sirius is there. His toes press into  the warm skin of Sirius’ calves and he jerks back, bringing his knees to his chest. His heart has triple in speed, at least.

“Are you going to tell me why we’re sitting in the dark?”

Sirius ignores his question, “Your toes are freezing.”

Remus feels his cheeks burning, “It’s an odd request. To talk in the dark.”

“Don’t you have slippers?” It’s almost concern in his voice.

“No.” Remus huffs. He clearly isn’t going to get an answer, “No, Sirius, I don’t have slippers. There are more important things in life.”

“Not when one’s toes are cold, there aren’t.”

“What an interesting philosophy.” Remus can’t help but laugh.

And just like that. He isn’t angry anymore.

Sirius laughs too, then harder when Remus makes a startled noise at the warm fingers that are suddenly closing around his ankles, pulling them forward again.

“Wh- Sirius, what are you-“

“Christ, even your ankles are cold. Do you sleep under blankets at all?”

Remus, still startled by the fact that Sirius’ hands are still pressing softly into his skin, can barely choke out a response, “You know, this is getting borderline offensive again.”

He hears Sirius suck in a breath, “Oh. I didn’t mean it. I’m- I-“

“It’s okay.” And, in truth, Remus had been half joking, “You just said sorry, I won’t make you say it twice.”

Sirius is quiet for a moment more, then Remus straightens at something extraordinarily soft and extraordinarily warm encompassing his feet, first his left, then his right. He wiggles his toes, feeling some sort of fur slide against them, feels soft leather just below his ankles.

Slippers. Sirius’ slippers.

“Any better?” Sirius says softly. His palms are still resting on the tops of Remus’ feet, warming where the shoes don’t reach.

Remus swallows thickly, nodding before he realizes they are still in the dark.

“Yes.” He croaks out, “These are… warm. My room is always cold. ”

“That’s terrible.” Sirius sighs, like it’s the worst thing in the world. Maybe to him, it is.

“I manage.” Sirius probably doesn’t have a clue what it’s like to manage, “Aren’t you cold now?”

“No.” Sirius says, and Remus realizes that they’re both whispering now, “No, not at all.”

It should be strange, sitting there like that in the dark, but all Remus feels is an overwhelming sense of comfort. He doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t know why Sirius is here. He doesn’t understand why they’re sitting in the dark or why Sirius is touching him so calmly. The contact alights something in him, he can’t deny it. It warms him almost as quickly as the slippers had. He presses his hands to his thighs, feeling safe, feeling unsteady. He wants to want this more than anything.

Push it down, leave it be.

“Sirius.”

“Hm?” Sirius’ voice came out just as strained as his, quiet among the silence that surrounded them. His thumbs were rubbing softly over the tops of Remus’ feet, pressing into the bone of his ankle. Remus didn’t know if Sirius realized he was doing it, but he never wanted him to stop.

“Are you going to tell me why we’re sitting in the dark?” He asks gently.

“No.” Sirius says it back just as gently.

Remus hesitates, then gives into his instinct. Sirius didn’t seem to have any problem with contact so why should he? He scoots forward, very careful to keep his feet where they are. His knees press up to his chest again and he rests his hands atop of Sirius’. He feels Sirius let out a breath across his cheek, and realizes how close they are. He can still see almost nothing. Maybe a slope of a nose, the part of lips.

Forget his mind screams it at him but he can barely hear it. Not when Sirius is right there.

“Sirius.”

“Hm?” More strained now.

“Are you alright?”

Sirius didn’t respond for a long while, and Remus didn’t push. He let Sirius mull through his thoughts in his own time. When he finally did speak, he turned his palms up first, fingers looping around Remus’ palms, thumbs pressing into the pulse points on his wrists. Remus hoped he couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating.

“Where are you from?”

Remus almost protested against the change of subject, but the tone in Sirius’ voice was just enough to make him let Sirius lead him where he wanted.

“Right here.” He said, “The village.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment again and Remus pictured him nodding thoughtfully, his thumbs had started running slowly over the insides of Remus’ wrists, “What did your father do?”

Remus focused on Sirius’ soft touch and closed his eyes, making the darkness even darker, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Remus took a deep breath, “No. I grew up in the orphanage. I was put there when I was three years old but, I don’t know, it’s all I remember.”

“What?”

Remus recognizes the familiar tone and risks giving Sirius’ hands a little squeeze. He notes how natural it feels. He hadn’t expected Sirius to let this linger so long, but neither of them seemed to want to pull away.

“It isn’t the sob story you’re thinking of right now.” He assures Sirius, “My family was poor. They realized they couldn’t raise me. The orphanage said I was barely alive when I arrived. It was a good thing.” He said it like lines from a play, lines he’d said over and over to anyone who looked concerned. It wasn’t a long list of people.

“You grew up without a family.” Sirius’ voice sounds off through the darkness. He’s holding Remus’ hands tighter now, even pulling a little towards him. Remus wants so badly to give into that pull.

“Yes, and no. You learn to make families along the way. Home doesn’t always have to be blood, you know.”

“I hate my blood.” Sirius’ voice is hushed and fierce, “I’m not allowed, but I do.”

Remus was slightly taken aback by this statement. He somewhat knew Sirius’ thoughts on his parents—his mother, at least—but to say that he hated his blood, so boldly… That implied he hated who he was. He didn’t expect that from Sirius. He wants so badly to see his face right now, to see his eyes as he let the forbidden phrase slip. Remus thought for a moment, “Maybe you’re not allowed to show it, but they can’t really do anything about what your heart says, can they?”

Sirius’ voice comes after a slight pause, and when it does, there’s an unbearable note of hopelessness to it, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“You should be.” Remus says simply. He doesn’t know if Sirius realizes how much meaning that phrase holds.

Sirius’ hands relax into Remus’. Remus didn’t even dare twitch a finger in case he pulled away.

I want to kiss you. He could map out each small motion it would take to reach that goal.

Remus bit hard into his tongue. His mind would think little else. Forgetforgetfor-

“I visited once, you know. That orphanage.”

Remus swallows, “I know.”

“Mum made me walk around all proper, nodding and waving. She thought going would make me appear… I don’t know, like I’d make a good king someday. Kind. Not that she’d know much about that.” Sirius’s silhouette visibly stiffened, “I mean…I think it just made the kids hate me. I probably looked so…” Sirius sighed, “I don’t know. Actually, come to think of it, you must have been there when I went.”

Remus lets out a breath, “I was.”

“Do you remember?” Sirius’ voice almost sounded excited, “Did you see me?”

Yes. And you saw me.

Why, did you really expect him to remember?

Remus nodded, “Yeah, I remember. We, well, we actually spoke.” He feels Sirius’ fingers tense in his own and he pushes on, “It wasn’t much. I mean, we didn’t say much…”

Sirius doesn’t respond and Remus can picture him racking his brain, trying to place this conversation.

“You were just plain rude, honestly.” Remus laughs somewhat nervously.

Sirius lets out a similar sound, “What else is new?” Then a few moments later, “What did we speak of?”

Remus let out another hushed laugh, “You told me that I looked like the living dead,” Remus hesitated a moment at Sirius’ intake of breath, “and… I told you that you were probably right. And that was it. You got pulled away.”

“Well.” Sirius shifted his fingers along Remus’ knuckles and somehow Remus knew he was looking down in the direction of their hands, “Turns out you’ve been out smarting me since before I can even remember, then.”

Remus can hear his smile and god, I want to see your face.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “turns out.”

Remus wished the sky would lighten. Even a little. Then again he didn’t. Because that would mean time passing and he wasn’t sure he would mind staying in this moment for a little longer, hands warm, feet warm, head foggy with Sirius’ presence, his touch.

“Did you enjoy the rest of the party then?” He needed to distract himself.

Sirius let out a breathy laugh, “Not particularly, no. Did you?”

Remus shook his head in the darkness, “Not particularly. Not as fun dancing alone.”

Sirius let out a snort, “Were you practicing by yourself?”

“You’re the one who refused to give me another go!” Remus smiled into the dark.

Sirius laughed again, a sound that ended with a strange hiss, as if he had been stung or burned by something, then regained its humor quickly. One hand briefly leaving Remus’, then settled back palm to palm. Remus knit his eyebrows.

“Right. We’ll just have to do it again some time.”

Remus’ heart jumped, “Won’t be ditching me this time, will you?”

“No, no definitely not.” Sirius’ laugh ended with the same intake of breath as before, “I swear it.”

Remus’ brows pulled lower. He stayed quiet, mind slowly working. Something was wrong. He’d been distracted before, but something was off. he could hear it in Sirius’ words, how he said them carefully, gingerly even.

“You didn’t fall asleep on me, did you?” Sirius voice came a few moments later, “Because, honestly-“

“Are you hurt?” Remus cut in.

It would make sense. No lights, the hiss that sounded like it hurt whenever he laughed. He’d heard Sirius make that noise the very first night he met him and burned his hand.

Sirius shifted, making the bed move, “What? No, what makes you say that?”

“You’re hiding something. You-“ Remus raised an eyebrow, proud of himself for figuring it out, “You didn’t want me to see something today, did you?”

“Remus.” Sirius’ voice was much more somber than before. He said his name like he was speaking to a subject, like it was a command. It made Remus angry and it made a shiver run down his spine at the same time, “Don’t. Drop this.”

“You are. You- Sirius, did someone-“

“I said drop it.” Sirius’ hands were suddenly gone from his own. It was an odd sensation. Remus knew he was still on the bed, right there, but not being able to feel him anymore put miles between them.

Remus pushed this time. He pushed because he didn’t think he could stand another period of silence. Not so soon. Not when he now knew what it was like to have Sirius’ breath on his cheek, his fingers on his skin.

“No, you know I can help-“

“I don’t need help-“ Sirius’ words were shaky, said between teeth.

“There’s no use lying to me-“

“I only came to apologize!“

“Shh!”

Remus reached out blindly, pressing a hand over Sirius’ mouth to stop his voice from ringing around the room and reaching through the walls. Sirius flinched at the contact, biting back a groan and turning his face away. Remus felt the soft skin of his cheek run under his fingers. He felt his lips.. just for a moment. They both froze, breathing quickly.

“I know. And you have.” Remus said between breaths, hand falling slowly to rest on Sirius’ shoulder. Anything to feel him there again, “Please. Just let me see. I won’t,” Remus cut Sirius’ protests off, “I won’t ask questions if you don’t want me to.”

He could feel the rise and fall of Sirius’ chest.

“Please, Sirius.”

He felt the nod.

Remus leaned away just long enough to grab his candle, and struck the match.

“God.” The word was soft and sad. Sirius’ face was the same in the yellow glow of the fire, but littered with angry blackish bruises. One eye was swollen and blackened, making the delicate skid underneath it the color of summer plums. Dried blood made angry red lines the crevices of cracked skin. His lip looked raw and aching. Remus swallowed, hurting at the sight, “Who-“

“You said no questions.” Sirius said quietly, not meeting Remus’ eyes.

Remus’ heart ached at the look on Sirius’ face. He looked… ashamed. He looked embarrassed. Had he been beaten in a fight? Is that what he did in his spare time? Remus tried to push down his dislike at this notion. He didn’t know anything. He shouldn’t assume. He nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. No questions.” He looked a moment more before sliding off the bed and turning back to Sirius who still hadn’t moved, “Come with me, yeah?”

The kitchen lit up when they walked in, Remus’ candlelight reflecting off the various pots and pans that hung from the ceiling racks. It threw Sirius’ beaten face into a harsher contrast and Remus winced, quickly setting the light down and moving to the cupboards. From the corner of his eye he saw Sirius move to lift himself onto the counter and stopped him.

“I’ll sit there, you stand.” Sirius blinked at him and Remus turned away so Sirius would miss the flush that crossed his cheeks at his next words, “That way we’ll be level.”

“Oh. Right.” Remus could hear the threatening smirk behind his words. Only Sirius would take such pleasure in his height.

When Remus turned back around Sirius was leaning patiently against the countertop, arms crossed, and heavy lidded gaze trained on Remus. His eyes flickered downward to the flower in his hand,

“Oh. Pomfrey used that on me. Earlier today.” Sirius picked up one of the small pinkish flowers, “What is it?”

Remus smiled a little, pleased at knowing something Sirius didn’t, “It’s called Comfrey. Helps with swelling. Some people call it bone-knitter too. Does miracles for broken fingers, I’ll tell you that.”

“Bone-knitter.” Sirius said thoughtfully, “Sounds like something one of my cousins would name their sword.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Which kind?”

Sirius snorted then winced and brought a finger to his lip, “The metal kind. Fiend.” Sirius grinned when he caught Remus’ eye.

“You wouldn’t name your sword that?” Remus started ripping the petals up.

Sirius scoffed, but sounded slightly embarrassed, “I don’t name my swords.”

“Hm. I don’t believe you.”

Sirius laughed and bumped Remus’ shoulder with his.

Remus smiled too, more because Sirius was smiling than at his own joke. He reached across the table for the granite mortar, dragging it towards him and dropping the torn petals in.

“What’s that do?” Sirius was right over his shoulder now, his breath on his neck.

“It grinds it up.” Remus cleared his throat, trying to rid his voice of the nervous tremor, “So I can make a paste and get the healing..”

“Properties.” Sirius supplied.

“Properties.” Remus sent him a small smile, trying to ignore the embarrassed twinge in his cheeks, “So I can get the healing properties out.” Remus ground with his left hand. It would be slower, but he wasn’t willing to ask Sirius to move.

Sirius hummed, still twirling a stray flower between his fingers.

“Okay,” Remus huffed, “budge over so I can sit.”

Remus lifted himself as gracefully as he could onto the counter, turning briefly to swipe some of the paste up with his fingers, before turning back to Sirius. Sirius who had already placed himself conveniently between Remus’ slightly opened knees, palms resting on either side of his outer thighs. Remus blinked, chest tightening uncomfortably in the best way. Sirius sent him grin, leaning onto his palms, inviting Remus in. He smelled like summer and nighttime and warmth.

Remus sent him a wry one back, “It won’t hurt. In case you were wondering again.”

“Don’t worry, I trust you.” Sirius’ grin was still painted on his face.

The phrase made Remus sink his teeth into his lower lip, and he shook his head a little, making Sirius laugh, “Hold still, yeah? Don’t get all flinchy on me.”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

Remus took a bigger breath than necessary before he reached out. His fingers cupped Sirius’ jaw in a way that, Remus realized too late, was heart-stoppingly similar to the way he would if he were about to-

“Second time you’ve patched me up, you know.” Sirius’ voice sounded like a liquid version of the soft candlelight flickering around them.

Remus’ eyes flickered to his briefly before back to where his thumb was now slowly smoothing the paste over Sirius’ high cheekbone, the angry red cut disappearing under the purplish mix, “Hm. What does that tell us?” Remus replied just as softly.

“That,” Sirius hesitated, and Remus blinked up at him when when he felt something soft tuck into the hair over his ear. He reached up with his other hand and felt the flower Sirius had taken there, the petals soft against his temple, “I might just have to keep you around.”

Remus’ chest felt warm. Is that really what Sirius wanted? To be…with Remus. Whatever that meant to him. As much as Remus hated to admit it, he knew he would take any version of those words. With his hand still pressing softly to Sirius’ cheek and Sirius standing so close, he was in too deep to back out now. There was no forgetting now, “Well.” He wasn’t spreading the paste anymore but he didn’t move his hand, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sirius’ eyebrows moved fractionally downwards, the faintest hint of worry etching itself into his brow, “You’re sure?”

Remus tilted his head a little, not sure what this meant. He answered anyway, “Yes.” It felt like the right answer. He couldn’t imagine giving any other answer.

Sirius nodded minutely, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth then wincing, “Oh. You missed a spot.”

Sirius’ nose could have been nudging against Remus’ if he just leaned in a little. Remus’ heart beat at the thought, “I… You can’t- I mean, I can’t put it on your… you can’t ingest this. It’d poison you.”

“Hm.” Remus heard Sirius say before his eyes slipped closed of their own accord as he felt Sirius’ forehead press to his. Sirius’ voice was a whisper, “You’d lose your head for that.”

“Yeah..” Remus could barely speak. His beating heart had replaced every other one of his body’s functions, Sirius’ forehead against his and his hands pressing to his thighs had replaced every thought, “I would.”

And no, there was no forgetting now. Not with Sirius tilting his chin forward and pressing his lips to Remus’, mouth careful and warm. Not with his hand sliding up to rest on Remus’ hip.

Remus could never forget this.

He kissed back, matching Sirius’ pressure, hand pressing to Sirius’ chest. His shirt was like fine silk under his fingertips, and he moved his hand to rest against Sirius’ neck. The feeling of his skin was even finer. Warm and alive and soft.

Sirius pulled back for air and Remus could feel his shuttering breaths. He felt powerful and nervous all at once.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius breathed and Remus’ chest caught.

No, don’t be, kiss me again.

“You are?”

Sirius, to Remus’ surprise, let out a laugh, one that sounded almost close to a tearful one but not sad, “No.”

With relief, Remus gave his neck a soft squeeze, noting Sirius’ wince, “Do I need to make there all better too?” He couldn’t feel any wounds but they could have been hidden by the fabric of Sirius’ shirt.

“No.” Sirius said quickly again, and then he bumped his nose against Remus’ to soften it, “No. I’m alright.”

Remus bumped his nose back, half relishing in the fact that he was even able to do that, half scared that Sirius would pull away at any moment, as he had at the party, “You should learn not to say things you don’t mean.”

Sirius let out a sigh that was probably suppose to sound light but didn’t, “Yes. You’re right. Always right.”

“That’s probably the most useful thing you know.”

“God.” Sirius laughed, thumb rubbing lazily against Remus’ side. Remus had never felt anything so soothing. Despite himself, he suppressed a yawn, “Tired?” Sirius said gently.

“No.”

Sirius smiled, “You should learn not to say things you don’t mean.”

Remus grinned, “Yes, yes. I’m tired. You woke me up.”

Sirius’ eyes went from bright to sad in a moment, thumb coming to a stop, “I can’t stay.”

Remus felt the sadness too, but his mind also filled with that means he wants to. That means he wants to stay. “I know. You probably shouldn’t. You know, speaking of losing one’s head.”

One side of Sirius’ mouth twitched upward, “Right. Can’t have that. Got a country to run.”

And just like that, something felt off. Remus tried not to let his smile drop. Always a reminder. This boy, standing in his arms, was not attainable.

He pushed that thought away and allowed Sirius to guide him from the table, hands holding his in a way that felt entirely new, and back up the stairs to his bed. As he laid down he pretended for a moment that Sirius was going to lay next to him. He wouldn’t. He probably never would.

Sirius stood for a moment, lit only by the soft light of the candle. His bruises looked worse like this, but Remus found he could see past them to the eyes that looked more blue than grey in the yellow light.

“I’d like it, you know.”

“Like what?” Remus said slowly.

“To learn to cook an egg.”

Remus grinned, face half covered by his pillow, “Oh, that. Well, name a time and a place. You’re the king, after all.”

Remus, in his tired state, didn’t catch the flinch this time, and was already too asleep to catch the, “Not yet.”

He wasn’t awake at all to feel the warm hand brush against his forehead.

The next morning came suddenly, like time hadn’t past, and he was surprised to find light streaming through his window and Sirius gone. He was even more surprised to find a note propped against his candle stick, scrawled in impeccably neat cursive.

Keep the slippers.

Artist & Thief (an excerpt from my SCBWI keynote for those who weren't there)

I used to think that my ideal job was to write. To make up stories. To lie for a living. Now that I’m in it, though, now that I’m comfortable in my novelist skin, it doesn’t feel that way at all. I observe for a living. I steal for a living. I stylize for a living. I find things in the real world, I take them for my own, and then I hammer them into a story-shaped thing. Writer? I am a thief and an artist.

One of my loves is mythology and folklore, and one of the earliest folkloric traditions I got into was Celtic fairy lore. Probably I can blame my mother for this. We were Navy brats and moved about all over, and one of the ways she would distract us children on long coast-to-coast moving trips was pointing out the window and saying LOOK! THERE! DID YOU SEE THAT FAIRY? BEHIND THAT TREE? The reasonable response would have been: No, mother, we did not, because we are traveling at 65 miles per hour and that tree is a thing of our now-distant past. But my mother was very persuasive, so instead, we always craned our necks and tried to see the fairies in between the trees or dancing on the lakes or hiding in the fog in the hills, etcetera, etcetera.

Anyway, one of the traditions around fairies is that they live in grand underground worlds, ruled over by the powerful fairy queen. Stories talk about how humans descend to this underground world and are dazzled by the beauty and wonder they see. The most beautiful citizens, the most intricate of architecture, the most delicious of fruits hanging from enchanted trees. But they also talk about how the longer you are underground — the more canny you are — the more you begin to recognize your surroundings. Because the fairy queen, for all her power, can’t create anything from scratch. She can only observe beauty and wonder in the real world, then take it for herself and assemble it in different ways. She is a thief. An artistic thief, but a thief nonetheless.

Increasingly, I’ve realized that I am very rarely creating something entirely from scratch. Instead, I am a thief as well, stealing from everything I see, everything I do, everyone I meet. And then I’m an artist — choosing carefully how to stitch them back together.

For instance, I shall set the scene. A few years ago, I began bringing a sketchbook with me as I toured. I wanted to get better at sketching people in real time, and the only way to get better in just about anything is practice.

Here’s the annoying thing about people who are alive, though, something you, too, may have noticed: they move. They move even more if they get wise to the notion that you’re sketching them. So by this point, I had begun to choose my victims rather carefully. People reading books. People staring at signs. People dozing on their hands. People studying their lunches with distrust. In this case, I was on an airplane, traveling from a tour stop to a tour stop. Normally I didn’t sketch on planes, because all you can see are the backs of people’s heads, or your seatmate, who can definitely spot that you’re sketching them, and will definitely move around, even if he or she is distrustful of his or her lunch.

Also normally I write on airplanes. I very much enjoy writing on planes, but only as long as I am in the window seat with only one flank to protect. This is because of a flight when I was trapped in a middle seat and after I wrote a joke into my novel, the man beside me laughed. I asked him: why did you DO that? And he said SORRY, it was funny. And I told him: YOU HAVE RUINED MY LIFE. From then on, I only wrote in window seats.

On this particular day, I was in an aisle seat, so there would be no writing. The seat in the middle was empty. In my coveted window seat was a young man whom I hated for being in the coveted window seat. Once I got over my resentment that he had stolen my throne, however, I realized that he was an ideal victim for sketching, as he was sitting with his ball cap pulled over his face. He was so still that it was possible he was dead. PERFECT. Dead people rarely move! I would check him for a pulse after I was done.

So I sketched him with delight, and then, a half hour later, I heard a voice.  “Is that me?” He had this real soft Southern accent — the sort I’d grown up with back in the Shenandoah Valley — and it was audible because he’d removed his hat from his face and because he was alive. I showed him the drawing. He was pleased. I told him that I couldn’t write because I wasn’t in the window seat, and it was a long plane ride, so he might as well tell me his life story. It wasn’t long enough for his entire life story, but he did tell me how his hand. I had noticed it while I was sketching: it was oddly shaped, and I’d drawn it oddly shaped. When he noticed that I noticed, he told me the tale of how he’d broken it. It turned out that, although he assured me he was a peaceful creature, he’d broken it on someone’s face. He’d been in a minor altercation defending his sister’s honor. As he was telling me this story — which may or may not have been true — I was listening to him with my mind on record. I was getting ready to steal him.

I used to steal the surface of a thing. I would have stolen that story of the barfight, for instance, and all the details around it, wholecloth. I would have recorded it as truthfully as I could imagine and I would’ve been proud of myself for accurately transcribing the human experience. But that’s bad thievery. Shallow thievery. Copying, not artistry.

Now I know that when I’m stealing someone, it’s not their details I need. It’s their soul. I’ve learned to solve for x. To simplify to the essence. It’s not about the punch. It’s about why he threw that punch. No, it’s about why he threw that punch then and never any other time. It’s about how he’s telling me the story. How he includes his sister’s honor in this story of a single, crippling punch, because her honor adds a weight that the mere velocity of the swing does not. He can’t own that punch — that single punch — even to me, a stranger on a plane, without including the backstory of its purpose. It’s about how he wants me to know that he’s not bragging about a casual barroom brawl, this hand — this broken hand — he broke his hand for a reason.

Here’s the thing: he could’ve been lying to me. His story could be completely fabricated, and then, if I stole that story, I’d be telling a lie of a lie. A copy of a copy, each version a bit less like reality. That would be bad stealing on my part.

But here is solving for x, simplifying for the truth, stealing the essence. Here was the truth, sitting beside me, a confession in the knit of his eyebrows and that soft Southern accent. Here was a boy who had lost his temper once, much to his shame, and here was a boy who had had to look at that moment every day since it had happened. Everything else was details. Just noise. But THAT was the soul: and that’s what I stole.

That boy became Adam Parrish from the Raven Cycle.  

A boy who made a mistake and has to live with it every day. A boy who carries physical evidence of a moment’s anger.

Writer? I am a thief and an artist.

when I was 17 i worked in a haunted house as a spooky ghost lady and one night these two kids kept going through the whole house again and again just so they could come up to my spooky jumpscare window and stare me right in the eye eating suckers and asking me questions like “Is that your real hair?” “What are you supposed to be?” “how old are you?” “Are you supposed to be dead?” not scared at all, ruining my life by both annoying and amusing me so much I couldn’t do my job all night.

and I just realized those kids have gotta be fully grown college age adults by now and i wonder what they’re doing and if they’re still out there being stone cold badasses lol

Undeniable Heat Chapter 51: There For Her

Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost


Jensen’s POV

The fantasy football had gone faster than I had planned, and truthfully I was grateful. Of course I had a blast with Jared and the guys. There was something about drinking beer and talking football that made you forget about all of your worries.

But at the back of my mind I knew something wasn’t right. That I should be heading home to Y/N, and see how the interview process was going. Sure, Cliff was there to make sure everything went okay, but I still didn’t like having to rely on anyone else to keep Y/N safe.

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Harry Styles - Getting Married Imagine


[The imagine where he says he loves you at your wedding is HERE.

I liked doing the reverse and I hope you like reading it! Enjoy!]

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The "Right" Way

Authors Notes:
Notes:
-Asdfghjkl- is the Squip talking to Jeremy
~Asdfghjkl~ is singing ((The tune would be that of the Be More Chill songs: the Squip’s solo and the background chorus))

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Jeremy stands just outside Jake’s house, a look of pure determination on his face. He’s figured out a system that -almost- works every time. He thinks he just needs to iron out the last few bugs and pray that God is on his side.

…I thought that LAST time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Now he’s just standing there like a pitiful, lost child.


What he doesn’t realize is his LITERALLY fatal mistake. His very first step. Avoiding the confrontation with… him. I tried to get him to do it the right way the first few times, but he lost all faith in me when I blocked the loser in. Apparently he doesn’t know the term “self-preservation.” I’ll have to fix that.


The last time he fought with Michael, he didn’t rejoin the party. He sat by the door in silence, listening to Michael’s pathetic breakdown. That’s when he decided to try to stop that from happening. On the next loop, he went in, became intoxicated so I wouldn’t interfere (I was getting bored of trying to improve him anyway), and did things differently. Not like it helped; people still keep dying. Michael, Chloe, Brooke, Christine, Jake, Rich, Jenna, even himself a few times. Almost. He rewinds just before he dies. Let’s just hope nothing happens that stops his heart before he even gets the chance to think.


Anyway, I’m bored with just sitting on the sidelines. But moreso I’m bored of living this stupid night over and over again inside his head because he’s too weak to accept death. But if I try to do anything, he’ll just get drunk.

…Looks like it’s time for Plan B.


-Jeremy.-

“What do you want? I thought you were leaving me alone.”

-There’s a right way to do this, to end this night.-

“Oh yeah? What’s that? Locking Michael in the bathroom again?! No way. I swear to God if you try ANYTHING–”

-I won’t. Trust me I want to be finished here just as much as you do. So I’m going to give you my advice. I AM your Squip, after all. It’s my job.-

“…So what’s your advice?”

If I say something extreme first, he will be more likely to listen to the second suggestion.

-Maybe someone NEEDS to die.-

“WHAT?! You’re CRAZY!!”

-No, think about it. It’s a house fire; there are bound to be casualties.-

“Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense… But plenty of people I don’t know die, so…that CAN’T be it!”

-Maybe someone you DO know is just fated to die.-

“‘Fated…to die…?’ But who…? N-no, no! I can’t think this way! I’m not gonna let ANY of my friends die!”

-Maybe you keep failing because you spread yourself too thin. Maybe you should just learn to be okay with failure and death. It seems to be following you anyway.-

“No…that can’t be it… Who could be “fated to die”…?

-I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself. But that’s not all.-

“Oh, GREAT.”

-Don’t worry, it’s easier than playing God and deciding who should die. But it’s just as important, I assure you.-

“O…kay…?”

-You need to stop avoiding the confrontation with Michael.-

“Wh…No! You heard just how upset he gets… I can’t put him through that again…”

-Do you want to watch him die forever?-

“N..no… Of course not… I can’t take that…..”

-Then LISTEN to me. And obey. Or we’ll NEVER get through this.-

-Jeremy, I know what’s best for you. Even if you can’t see it sometimes. ~Everything about you is going to be wonderful.~-

“~But I don’t care so much about me…~”

-~Everything about you is going to be so alive!~-

“~But I can’t even save my friends’ lives…~”

-~Jeeeeeeeremyyyyyy, you can’t try to beeeee the hero you wanna beeeeeeeeee…~ So be more chill.-

“…Be more…chill.”

-That’s right. Now let’s get in there.-


Because of the little pep talk, we end up arriving later than usual. Brooke sees us walk in from across the room and eagerly rushes over to meet us like the dog she’s dressed as.


“Jeremy!” she waves and squirms through the crowd, “I was afraid you weren’t coming; did you get my messages??”

That’s new.

-Play it off.-

“Am I late? Didn’t even realize.” Good. He’s listening to me again. Wait… He’s listening to me again? This doesn’t make… Running neurotypical scan… Showing signs of despondence, hopelessness, and despair. Analyzing probable causes… Ah, of course. The last reset. When Michael went blind. That was the closest he’s ever gotten. And he went and kissed the boy, too. They made it over that pit against all odds, but… It wasn’t enough. They took too long, and the entrance became blocked entirely. No one could get out. He watched as all of his friends choked to death, one by one. He held Michael’s face as he desperately tried to keep him from giving up. He called his name until his very last breath–in that timeline, anyway.


That must be what’s broken him. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s falling back on me again. This…this is perfect. If he lets me guide him through the party, we may actually be able to make it.

~~~~~~~

Things are going well. Jeremy is doing everything I tell him to. Out of nowhere, he just decides to break off from the group and head to the bathroom.


“This doesn’t feel right. Just…acting like nothing bad is about to happen…”

-It will pass. Eventually, it will pass.-

“How do you–Gwah!”

Jeremy is pulled into the bathroom by Michael. He tries to convince Jeremy that I’m going to ruin his life. Which is ridiculous. My job is to improve his life, not ruin it. By any means necessary.

-You can’t listen to him, Jeremy. I’m the only one who can get us out of this. You’ve tried everything. Give up and let me save us.-

Jeremy stares at the floor, his face as clouded as his vision.

“Get out of my way. You loser…”

After a moment of realization, registering that his “best friend” is mine now, Michael steps to the side. I always feel satisfied when we sever the last link to Jeremy 1.0. I have to take control just to stop Jeremy’s tears from falling and walk us out. I don’t let him stay anywhere near that bathroom.


The rest of the party, he just hangs on the sidelines. Too mentally strained to even try to enjoy himself. It’s not ideal, but I can’t push him too much, or he’ll stop listening to me again. I’ve finally regained his trust; I can’t lose it again. Jeremy watches that Rich kid from across the room. He’s fidgeting on the couch, scratching his head often and muttering to himself. Several people have jokingly asked what was wrong with him, but he dismissed them rather violently. Now he’s pacing around the living room, visibly shaking.


“I still haven’t figured out why he acts like that… I should go ask.”

-If you want to.-


He makes his way to Rich, coming up behind him, and taps his shoulder. Rich nearly jumps out of his skin at the touch. He rounds on Jeremy, grabbing him by the shoulders. Upon closer inspection, his face is pale and panicked, eyes bloodshot and baggy, hair unkempt and shaggy. You’d think he was drinking or smoking, but he hardly smells of alcohol or pot. So what could…?


“I NEED MOUNTAIN DEW REEEEED!!!!!” Rich yells, shaking.


Shit. He’s figured it out. How could his Squip be so idiotic? Sigh… Fine. Looks like he needs to be the one to go. Jeremy tries to soothe him, but there’s no point. He’s lost it.


-Give it up, Jeremy. He’ll be fine.-


Jeremy stops, watching him run around now, out of control. Not long after he flees to the kitchen, screams erupt from within and teens frantically flood from the fire.


-It’s time to go.-

“But Rich is still in there! And I can’t leave Michael behind..!”

-Michael will be fine. He already left.-

“He…he did?”

-Optic nerve blocking.-

“…Right…. But still, what about Rich?!”

-Leave him.-

“Huh…?”

-Hurry up and get out of here or I’ll do it for you.-


As Jeremy stares awestruck, eyes fixed on the growing flames, Jenna and Christine pass him; Christine stops for a moment to grab him by the arm, “What are you waiting for, Jeremy?! Come on!!” She drags him out, abandoning the other Squipped teen.


By the time Jeremy regains his senses, he scans the crowd. Christine and Jenna are safe, obviously, Chloe has buried herself under his arm, Brooke is sitting by the road, crying, and Jake has his hands to the sides of his head, trying to figure out how the hell he would explain this to his parents. The only one missing is–


“Michael… Where’s Michael?!”

-Jeremy, he’s–

“No!! I won’t risk it!”

He’s going to jump again!

-We finally made it out of there! You’re going to throw that away?! You don’t know that he’s still in there!-

“But I don’t know that he’s not!”

I need to say something and quick. Time jumping is the only thing I can’t stop him from doing!

-Jeremy STOP!! Or you’ll NEVER break free of this.-

He stops. Thank God.

“…You’re sure he’s alive?”

If it’ll get him to not reset, -Yes.-

“…I can’t risk it.”

-JEREMY–


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Ahem.


Sigh.

Here we go again.



((OH

OH OH OH HOH OHHGH FDKNG OH MY GOD!!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD I’M SC REAMIN I HAVE NO WORDS!!!

For a minute I thought this was the “final” timeline, the one where they actually all make it–and I thought what a fantastic idea it would be if the final timeline is what actually happened in the show! So all of the previous timeloops lead up to everything in the actual musical, that’s genius!!

But aaa wreck my hEART AGA IN JESUS, I’m so glad Jer’s so concerned for Michael even though there’s a chance he made it out~~~ And reading everything from the Squip’s POV was so interesting! Especially for this AU, seeing things from his perspective is so neat! I loved it <33333

AND HOLY SHIT I LOVE HOW YOU PUT IN SOME OF THE SONG LYRICS? When I read those I started to sing along and gosh. I am dECEA SE D

AND I ALSO LOVE HOW YOU MENTIONED MY FIC WHEN MICHAEL GOES BLIND I JKNSJKNFKGJ THANK YOU??? THAT MADE THE WHOLE THING EVEN BETTER THAN IT ALREADY WAS

I am shook by how amazing this is, I think I need a minute to sit down and breathe omfg

TY for this amazing fic, I have been blessed by the gODS, my plants are thriving, my skin is clear, I have ASCENDED TO THE ASTRAL PLANE))

The Melody In My Head [PT. 2]

Jungkook x Reader

Soulmate AU: you can hear your soulmate in your head, but only when they’re singing.

Word count: 940

PARTS: [PT. 1] [PT. 2] [PT. 3] [PT. 4] [FINAL]

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A/N: Let me know if you want a part three~!

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Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 8

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 2,270

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, angst, the tiniest amount of fluff 

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Your mind begins to race as you take in the scene in front of you, panic overcoming your mind. Mr. Shurley is still standing there, hand in hand with who you presume to be his boyfriend or husband, a confused (and shocked) expression on his face.

“Dean Winchester?” Mr. Shurley says slowly. “I thought I recognized your car! You’re the last person I expected to see here tonight. How are you doing?”

Dean looks over at you, panic obvious in his eyes. You shake your head at him as if to say that you have no ideas. This is it- you’re going to get kicked out of university because even when you’re cities away from people who know the two of you, fate has a twisted sense of humor.

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“Now you’re getting married to a man that is not me...”

  "I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ACTUALLY DO THAT TO ME" I screamed at Justin. I was heartbroken, why on earth would Justin think it was okay to cheat on me? I was completely and utterly shattered.

“Baby, I don’t know what got over me, you know I love you,” Justin said, he tried to grab my hand, but I quickly removed it from his grasp and stared deeply into his eyes.

“Don’t you dare touch me! You lost that right when you touched another woman” I told him, then I turned around and started to make my way up the very familiar stairs in the house that I had grown used to being and living in, but not anymore..

As the tears continued to stream down my cheeks, I started to pack all of my stuff. I didn’t want to stay here anymore, I wanted to get away and never come back, I especially wanted to get away from Justin.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Justin asked me as he made it upstairs. I stopped packing and glared at him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I harshly asked him. Justin gulped and looked at the ground.

“Can’t we please talk about? I never meant for it to happen, it just did” Justin pleaded. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Fine, you wanna talk about? Then let’s talk” I told him. I went over to the small dresser we had in our bedroom. I grabbed the picture of us that was placed there for both of us to be reminded of our love.

“Let’s talk about how you decided to ruin the best 2 years of my life,” I told him, then I threw the picture onto the ground. Glass flew everywhere, but I didn’t even flinch. I had never done anything like it, but it felt so good to do.

“Or even better, let’s talk about the sex,” I told him as I glared at him even more. “Was she good?” I asked him. I placed my hand on my hip and waited for him to answer him, but the answer never came. I sarcastically chuckled and rolled my eyes, then I continued to pack, and this time Justin let me pack without interrupting me, which I was very grateful for.  

“I’ll get someone else to come pick up the rest of my things,” I told Justin, then I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs. Justin was quick to follow me, and before I could open the front door, he had grabbed my hand and had pulled me close to him.

“Justin, please let go of me,” I told him as I looked him into his eyes. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, which made Justin let go almost immediately.

“I love you” he whispered to me, I just shook my head and sniffled.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated,” I told him, then I opened the front door and slowly I started making my way outside in the cold weather.

“I do love you! I now I’ve lost you because of a stupid and drunken mistake” he yelled behind me. I avoided answering, instead, I got into my car and drove off as fast as possible.

I didn’t know where to go, my parents live several states away, and I really didn’t feel like driving for so long, and Y/B/F/N was out of town. In the end, I decided to drive out of town and stay at the first hotel I found.  

The hotel wasn’t particularly good, but there were a bed and a bathroom, and that was all I needed for now.

I sat down on the bed and looked through my phone. Justin had called me a whole lot of times, and of course also left some texts, but otherwise there wasn’t anything else, so I decided to just shut it off. I laid down on the bed and sighed loudly, this had got to be the worst day of my life!

3 years later my heart was finally whole again, and that was all thanks to Adrian, my boyfriend, well my soon to be husband, we were getting married today, and I couldn’t be happier. As for Justin, I actually haven’t really been talking to him these past few years. He seems to have moved on, and so have I, so he actually did me a favor, because if it wasn’t for him, then maybe I wouldn’t have met Adrian, and that would have been a shame.  I looked out the window in the room I was getting ready in. Paparazzi were trying to take pictures of me, of course, they knew I would be getting married, I was - after all - Justin Bieber’s ex-girlfriend. I had seen interviews with Justin, where he had been asked how he felt about me getting married, and his answer had always been: “If she’s happy, then I’m happy”, and then he would change the subject. I sighed to myself, then I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I had asked people to leave the room so that I could have some time alone, they all understood and had quickly left the room.

I gently patted my dress to make sure it sat perfectly on my body. 

I smiled happily to myself, then I turned around and grabbed my glass of champagne. I quickly drowned it, then I placed the glass on the table. I went out of the room and immediately I was greeted by all my bridesmaids and my dad.

“Y/N, you look absolutely gorgeous!” Anna, my maid of honor, told me. I smiled at her, then I went over to dad and interlocked our arms.

“Here you go,” someone told me as she handed me a very beautiful bouquet. I thanked her, then I looked down at the bouquet and smiled widely. Adrian sure did have great taste in flowers! I gently brought the bouquet up to my nose and smelled the flowers. The overly sweet smell of roses caught my nose, and immediately I was in heaven! I closed my eyes and immediately thought back to Adrian and I’s first date. He had come to pick me up, and he had brought a bouquet of red roses, my favorites. Adrian and I had met online, and we had instantly clicked.  

“Are you ready?” dad asked me. I nodded, then we went over to the door. The music started playing, and slowly my bridesmaids and Adrian’s best men started walking in. When they finally stood by the aisle, dad and I started walking. I was smiling widely as I looked at the crowd, and my smile grew wider as I made eye contact with Adrian.

* Justin’s POV *

“Dude, did you realize Y/N is getting married today?” Ryan asked me as he sat down beside him. I sighed and nodded my head, today had to be the worst day of my life.

“Do you still love her?” he asked me. Without even thinking I nodded my head, I did still love her! These last 3 years had been hell for me, I ruined the best thing in my life, and now the love of my life was getting married to someone that wasn’t me.

“I really screwed up 3 years ago,” I told Ryan and I sank further down into the couch. Ryan sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Whoa, look at her!” Ryan then said, he handed me his phone, where a picture of Y/N was showed. I gulped and studied the picture closely. She looked absolutely gorgeous! She was the definition of perfection!

I immediately stood up from the couch and handed Ryan his phone back.

“I need to get her back!” I told him, then I left the room.

“Justin, you can’t just get her back! She’s getting married!” Ryan yelled.

“I don’t care! I know she’s not marrying the love of her life because that’s me!” I told him, then I opened the front door and got into my car. Ryan was quick to get also, and before he could even put on his seatbelt, I had sped off towards the church Y/N was getting married at.

* Y/N’s POV *  

“Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today on this beautiful day to witness the union of Y/N and Adrian in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come together before God to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have family and friends here to join us today. The bride and groom would like to thank their guests for being here and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining lives.” the minister said. Adrian and I were standing across from each other with our hands intertwined, both with a smile on our faces.  

“In the time that Y/N and Adrian have spent together, they’ve built the sturdy foundation for a lifelong relationship. After a great deal of thoughtful consideration, they have decided to bind themselves to one another for the rest of their lives.

May you all remember and cherish this sacred ceremony, for on this day, with love, we will forever bind Y/N and Adrian together.” the minister continued. I honestly just wanted to get this over with! I was so nervous about my vows!

“If there is anyone in attendance who has cause to believe that this couple should not be joined in marriage, you may speak now or forever hold your peace.” he continued. No one said anything which made me sigh, but unfortunately, the door into the church opened and Justin walked in.

“I do!” he yelled. “Y/N you can’t marry this guy! You know you don’t love him” Justin said.

“Justin, please don’t to this” I begged. Justin just shook his head and ran up to me.

“Y/N, I know I made a mistake 3 years ago, but I still do love you! I love you so much, and it kills me to see you with this guy! I know you, and I can see that you don’t love him, you just want happiness, and yeah I couldn’t give you that, but I’m a changed man! I know I can make you happy, because being without you has been hell for me!” Justin told me.

“Do you expect me to just drop everything just because you realized you can’t live without me? I waited so long for you to come to me because you finally realized that you loved me, but guess what, you never did!” I told him, tears were now streaming down my cheeks. Adrian tried to place his hand on my back for comfort, but I just couldn’t take it.

“I’m so sorry Adrian, but I can’t do this! I thought I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t! Justin’s right, I don’t love you, I was just in love with the fact of someone caring for me and wanting the best for me” I told Adrian, then I ran down the aisle. I quickly left the church and got into the first car I could see, unfortunately, it was Ryan that was sat behind the steering wheel.

“Can you please drive?” I asked him as he kept looking at me weirdly. He quickly nodded his head and drove off. I looked out of the window to see both Justin and Adrian standing there with hurt expressions while everyone was standing behind them with dumbfounded looks on their faces.

Ryan used to be my best friend when Justin and I were dating, but when we broke up I lost contact with him. Before I even knew it we were at our usual spot. I immediately started crying even harder. Ryan got out of the car and went to my side, he then opened the door and lifted me up. He sat down on one of the rocks and placed me on top of himself.

“Care to tell me what happened?” he lowly asked me. I sniffled and placed my head on his chest.

“I’m so confused!” I told him as I sobbed loudly. “I really thought I loved Adrian, but when Justin showed up and confessed everything to me, I just lost it all,” I told him. Ryan understood that I didn’t want to talk about it. Ryan gently started rocking me back and forth, but we were soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I looked behind Ryan to see Justin standing there. He had tears running down his cheeks, but a small smile was still plastered on his lips.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked him. Justin chuckled lowly and smiled.

“I know you like the back of my hand,” he told me. I sniffled, then I got off Ryan’s lap and went to engulf Justin in a big hug.

“I missed you so much,” I told him. Justin squeezed me tight and breathed loudly.

“I missed you, too, so, so much!” he mumbled.

“I’ll let you two have some time alone,” Ryan said, then he stood up and started walking away.

“Wait!” I told him, Ryan turned around and looked at me weirdly.

“Thank you,” I told him with a smile. Ryan just smiled and turned around leaving me alone with Justin.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” he mumbled as he grabbed my face. I slowly nodded my head, and immediately Justin’s lips were on mine.

“Just because we kiss doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you yet,” I told Justin, Justin nodded and smiled.

“I wanna take things slow, I wanna make sure we know each other to perfection,” I told him.

“That sounds perfect, but honestly I can’t wait to see you in one of these dresses again, when we’re finally gonna marry each other” Justin told me, then he picked me up and twirled me around.  

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Take It or Weeb It: How To Play

Here’s a more in-depth list of instructions for the game that will ruin your life and credibility:

Go to Crunchyroll

If you haven’t sold your soul to crunchyroll and do not have a paid account, you may also want to open KissAnime or your anime viewing site of choice in another tab.

Unless you’re a goodie two-shoes and you want to watch legally, or you’re some weirdo who actually likes ads

Click Crunchyroll’s “random” button. Wait and pray that the random button actually fucking works this time, because it’s flaky as shit

Your randomized anime should now be loading. Buckle your seatbelts and prepare to let the dumpster fire begin.

If you’ve decided to say, “Fuck Capitalism”, and are pirating the anime today, open up the anime that shows up in your preferred anime streaming website

Set the Timer

Set a timer of your choice for five minutes. Seems like a short amount of time, right? Wrong. It will feel like 84 years when you’re trying to get through some of the awful 80s anime out there.

House Rules

Now, at this point, there are a few different ways to continue game play. You can start the timer, let the anime autoplay, and just fuckin go for it. Alternatively, you can pause the anime and do a quick google search to make sure the anime complies with the House Rules*. Our preferred method is letting the anime autoplay while frantically googling it at the same time on another computer.

The House Rules are determined by the participants. These are rules you can use to instantly skip an anime. These rules should allow you to avoid triggers, squicks, and other uncomfiness. For example, when we play, we outlaw incest, nudity, and excessive gratuitous T&A (tits and ass). However! These rules are NOT designed to allow you to skip non-squicky bad anime. That’s why it’s called Take it Or Weeb It. You are forced to watch a lot of awful shows.

MyAnimeList is a good site to use. In one quick search you can get (1) the maturity rating, (2) the genre(s), (3) a short summary, and (4) the year the anime came out. All of these are fun shit to know.

Watch the Anime

Pretty straight forward. Watch the anime until the timer goes off. Then you move onto the next step….

Vote

At this point, you’ve seen five minutes. Hopefully, you have an idea of what this anime is like. You know what you’re in for. Now, you have a choice to make. You can….

  1. Say ‘Fuck This’ and move onto another anime. You’ve done your time. You’ve taken all you can take, and now it’s time for something else.
  2. Finish the scene. Maybe the five minutes cut you off in the middle of a really weird or confusing scene, and you want to see how it pans out before you ultimately discard this anime like the trash it is.
  3. Strap in, reset the timer, and Weeb it. You’re interested. You want to see what happens in the next five minutes. Hit ‘Play’ and give the show another chance to prove itself, and then reevaluate it when the timer goes off again. Repeat the “vote” step.

Keep in mind that you can only choose Option 3 until the end of the episode. You may not watch more than one episode of any single anime. Even if the episode ends on a cliff-hanger, even if you find the best anime you’ve ever seen, even if you happen across your favorite anime in the world—you must move on. Nothing gold can stay, my friends. The suffering must continue.

Repeat

For as long as your brain can take it.

We hope that these instructions have helped you to realize your true weeb potential. Please do not send us anon hate for the suffering this game may cause you. If you like this game, though, let us know, or give us a follow to watch our TIOWI antics. Thanks for reading!

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Begin — Jeon Jungkook (Prologue)

Hii everyone! So this is the fic I’m starting :)

I hope you guys like it :)

Words: 1,491

Warnings: None

Description: You’ve never met your father, so you finally make the decision to go meet him in Korea. But what you found there was more than just a father.

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“Y/n, when are you going to finish and help me move my bed over?” You hear your mother groan as she stepped into the kitchen, where you were.

“I was making coffee. I know we’re both going to need it since we plan on staying up all night, rearranging furniture.” You explained. You and your mom were doing some spring cleaning. You both were bored and decided that your house needed a new look.

“We’re not staying up all night.” She responds, walking over to you and you handed a mug of coffee to her. “Be careful, it’s hot.” You tell her.

She ignored you and sipped her drink. You knew it was hot, but she made it seem like it wasn’t. She drank it with no hesitation. She was probably used to this anyways. Your mom couldn’t go a day without a cup of coffee. That might be the only thing keeping her sane. And you, of course.

You sat in the kitchen, drinking your coffees and talking. “So many colleges accepted you, why don’t you go to any of them?” She asks you.

“Mom, I told you already,” You sighed, about to explain to her, for about the 5th time this month, why you weren’t going to college anytime soon. “I want to take a break before I go to college. I want to go out and explore the world. You know that it’s my dream to travel.”

Your mother sighed. It’s not that she didn’t want you to live your dreams, she just thought that it would be great if you went to college first. She doesn’t pressure you about it, she just talks about it sometimes.

“It’s been two months since school ended. If you wanted to travel, you could’ve done it by now.” She explains, sipping her coffee.

She wasn’t wrong. You had a job as a barista that surprisingly paid really well, which let you save up enough money to practically buy any plane ticket you want, and still have money left over.

You could travel anywhere in the world, but you always had a specific place that you wanted to go to first. South Korea.

South Korea was such a pretty place. The pictures you’ve seen of it are beautiful. But you didn’t just want to go there for the scenery, you wanted to go there for the people. You knew that somewhere in South Korea, your father was there.

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Trouble in Paradise(Tim Drake imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: Can you write a oneshot where you like tim but he has a girlfriend (who doesn’t really like you) and when you stop hanging out with him because she threatened you. When he confronts you, you tell him the truth, he lashes out because he doesn’t want to believe you. When you get a new best friend, and just flat out ignore him. he gets jealous and breaks up with his girlfriend and admits his feelings. Kind of angst but happy at the end.
Summary: Tim’s girlfriend coming between your friendship.
Word count: 973
Warning(s): Swearing 

You respected Tim, after all he was your best friend, but what you couldn’t respect was his choice of girlfriend. From the first time she met you, she had been nothing but mean to you. Her off hand comments also seemed to make Tim laugh, which was just salt in your already throbbing wounds. 

You sucked it up for Tim’s sake and stuck it through, that was until Tim had to go to the bathroom when you three were hanging out in the manor living room. As soon as Tim was out of earshot, she took the chance to strike her attack. “You’re just bothering us, we all know Tim invites you just so you weren’t a sad lonely hermit, curled up in your room, all by yourself. You should really back off if I’m honest, before I make your life a living hell.” She seethes, but you don’t respond, scared of Tim possibly mishearing you. 

The rest of the evening was tense, you didn’t say much, trying to seem as if you weren’t there. When it was time to leave, you quickly dressed up, running out, which confused Tim because he always gave you a hug every time you separated. 

Every time Tim would call you that next week you would decline, coming up with all type of excuses, ranging from “I don’t feel too good,”  to “I have a lot of stuff to do and I don’t want to be a bother.”  By the end of the week you just stopped answering his messages and phonecalls, you didn’t want to lie any more. Tim was growing more concerned, whereas his girlfriend seemed to be happier than before, so he went with it. 

Another week passed without any communication from you, alarm bells were going off in his head, so he decided to address the issue up close and personal. That’s how he found himself knocking on your apartment door. “Coming,” You yell at the sound of harsh knocks. Opening the door Tim brushes past you walking into the living room. “Well hi to you too,” You say sarcastically shutting the door and going to him. “What do you want?” You ask the restless man walking around in your home. “What the hell has been up with you y/n, I haven’t seen you in weeks, and the last time you just ran away.” He angrily sighs. “Well I realized I wasn’t needed anymore,” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “What is that supposed to mean?” He questions sharply. “Well your pretty little girlfriend informed me that I wasn’t needed around, and that I should back off if I don’t want my life ruined.” 

I can’t believe you,” He throws his hands in anger and disbelief. “Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow. “I can’t believe you would make this shit up just because you don’t like her!” He yells. “She told me that you’ve been hating on her behind my back,” He says yelling, opening the front door harshly before banging it shut.

It hurt to lose someone that you so much cared about and you seeked comfort from your other friends, and over the upcoming weeks you became almost as close as you were with Timothy. You decided it would be best to let go completely of him, considering that he would rather believe some girl he met not so long ago compared to you, whom he’s known for years.

But at the same time there was trouble in paradise, Tim’s girlfriend was starting to show her true colors. During a fight it finally spilled out, “Yeah I did tell your lil birdie there to fuck off.” She screamed, a horrid realization coming over the young mans face. “Leave!” He yells at the woman, when she doesn’t budge he says it again, but calmer, “Leave, and never come back.” 

Tim felt horrible for his mistake and knew that his chance of redemption was horribly slim. 

He was passing the playground on his way back from lunch to WE. He saw you and your new friend sitting on the swing set laughing, Tim knew this was probably the only chance he had to talk to you, so he took it.

He stood outside the fence, yelling your name, and then waving his hand for you to come to him. Both you and your friend looked at him, before you look at her. “Should I?” You ask, you had told her about everything that happened. “Yeah, Go y/n,” She smiles pushing you off the swing.

You tap the sand off your shoes when you get to the concrete, “What do you want?” You ask in a dull voice, when you reach him. Tim looks down at the ground, before meeting his eyes with yours, “Look, y/n, I knew I was an ass, and I really, really, fucked up. But I know that now, she told me.” He confesses. “And? It doesn’t make anything better, she still hates me,” You say looking around. “I broke up with her, “ Tim says, catching your attention with ease. 

I realized something else too,” Tim continues as you look at him. “I realized that I like you more then a friend, that’s why it was so difficult to part with you.” 

You had always had feelings for Tim, but never acted upon them, in the fear of messing up your friendship. You had no idea that he felt the same. “Really?” You ask in confirmation. He nods, pulling you into a tight hug. “Will you please go out with me,” He asks letting go. “Yes,” You smile.

After confirming the details of your date, you happily part ways, taking your place back on the swing set. “So it went well?” Your friend chuckles, to which you widly grin and nod, before telling her all about it.


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Background Character (I know everyone will do this guy, but what the heck, I like him)

Danny couldn’t believe Vlad had convinced his parents to make him go to this party. Without them. He’d said it would be a great opportunity to meet people, gain connections in the business world even though Danny was fairly certain that was a world he would never be a part of. 

“Daniel! Here, I’d like to introduce you to my godson. Daniel, this is Walter, my secretary and his son, Wesley.” Vlad tugged them to look at each other, his fingers digging into Danny’s shoulder to keep him there. 

“Pleased to meet you.” He lied. “I go by Danny.” He reached out his hand and Walter shook it. When he offered it to Wesley, the boy didn’t raise his hand and narrowed his eyes. Danny let his hand drop and returned the glare.

Neither of the adults were paying them any attention any more. Seriously, why even make Danny come in the first place.

“Well, Vlad, why don’t we let the kids talk and we can go… discuss things…” Danny glanced over at them, confused about Walter’s tone of voice. It almost sounded like– Walter’s hand was suspiciously low on Vlad’s waist and the way Vlad was looking at him…

Seriously!? Vlad was gay? He’d spent this many years threatening Danny’s dad and going after his mom and he was gay? 

“Fine.” Wes crossed his arms and continued to glare at Danny, who chose to glance at his watch. 

“Please try to get along with him.” Wes didn’t even look at his father as he nodded, which apparently was a signal that the two men could leave. Good riddance; maybe now Danny could take the opportunity to escape…

“You would be friends with Vlad.” Wes was no longer looking at him, instead glaring off into the rest of the party where everyone else was nearly twice their age.

“I am not friends with that fruitloop. He’s threatening my parents.” Wes finally looked back at him, for the first time not looking menacing, just surprised. “Why are you here?”

Wes glanced away form him again, this time more uncomfortable and upset than than angry. “Because he’s fucking my Dad." 

Danny glanced away as well. "Ouch.” There was an awkward silence as Danny tried to think of something to say. He shouldn’t be thinking of ways to make the boy feel better; he made his life hell on a regular basis… Still, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “He’s been going after my mom for years.”

“Seriously?” Wes was looking at him again, the first hint of camaraderie shining through… Maybe Danny could make Wes into a friend… He already knew his secret and it might be nice to have someone besides Sam and Tucker…

“Yeah, totally desperate. He knows she’s happily married but he won’t leave her alone.” Something in Wes’s face told him that was the wrong thing to say… Oh, damnit, Wes’s mom had died, hadn’t she?

“Well, at least he never won…" 

"Yeah…” They fell back into silence again, voiding each other’s eyes, this moment lasting even longer.

Finally, Danny got sick of waiting. "So… If you don’t like Vlad… why do you hate me so much?“ 

"I don’t hate you. I’m just pissed you won’t admit you’re Phantom.” Wes was still looking away, but now looking more angry than sad, so Danny took that as a positive. At the very least that was something Danny knew how to deal with.

“Why do you even care?”

“Because everyone thinks I’m crazy!” He turned back to Danny, snapping, and throwing his hands in the air. He was finally done posturing. “Hell, half the people I talk to think I'm Phantom and I’m blaming you to try and cover it up. It’s infuriating!”

“That’s seriously it?” Danny stared at Wes, dumbfounded. "You’re trying to ruin my life because of your reputation? Which you ruined in the first place?“

"How would telling a few people at school ruin your life?” They were maintaining eye contact, actually getting somewhere in their rivalry… Except Danny couldn't believe how oblivious someone could be.

Danny looked away before he snapped. “It wouldn’t because no one believes you anyways.”

“Oh come on! Just show one other person and I’ll leave you alone, I promise!” Now it was Wes who was begging for eye contact.

“There’s nothing to show!”

“You know I don’t buy that crap.”

Danny’s eyes snapped to Wes’s, letting them flash green"Fine. Let’s say I am Phantom.“ The way Wes’s eyes widened was ridiculously rewarding. "I show your friends, they believe you, you get to say ‘I told you so,’ and then what? You really think they’ll keep their mouth shut? It’s easy to ignore one kid but get a group? That’ll warrant some kind of instigation.”

“So what? Paulina loves you. She’s got your picture in her locker.” He was arguing, gesturing out to something that wasn’t there. Danny was beginning to realize he had an odd habit of waving his too-long arms. “They’re talking about having a 'Danny Phantom’ day in your honor. People love you. How does that ruin your life?” He was stepping closer, trying to push his point. 

“You know, my parents want Phantom dead.” Danny paused, letting that sink in as Wes backed off. He looked away, suddenly wanting to hide as he continued withe the confession. “They’re always talking about what they’re going to do to him when they catch him… And not everyone loves him. Have you seen the Red Huntress? She’s shot to kill more than once if you watch the news. You think she’d stop if she knew where he lived? And you’ve met the Guys in White. They run experiments, you know, publish papers. A few of them are up online. You should look it up, it’s pretty interesting… How they tear ghosts open, take bits off of their cores… But you don’t really care about that do you? You’re just pissed because everyone thinks you’re crazy…” He turned to go, practically shaking in anger, and muttered under his breath “I don’t even know why I defend this town…”

This is a little fic I wrote several years ago, but I found this ring on Amazon and it inspired me to edit it/repost it for your reading pleasure. It’s still my favorite Sherlolly proposal I’ve ever written, and was inspired by a long week of studying for a molecular biology final. (Sherlolly + science = the real OTP)

Come to Baker Street immediately. – SH

Please. – SH.

Important. – SH

Molly stared down at her phone and sighed. She had been looking forward to spending a quiet night with Toby in front of the television. Oh well, she thought. She couldn’t deny that she was excited to see Sherlock. Although they had been together for almost two years, a high-profile kidnapping had kept them apart for the past week and a half. She missed him. Maybe he had finally solved the case.

She hung her lab coat by the door and walked out to the street, hailing a cab and directing the driver to 221 Baker Street. She would find out what he needed, and then perhaps she could convince him to take her out to dinner. 

Their anniversary was fast approaching, after all.

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Marcel walked into the compound. Upon arrive Klaus stood, high and mighty on the staircase railing.

“Care to explain why your vampire goons are keeping an eye on me, Marcellus?. Surely, it’s not because I spent the day with Y/N?”. He beamed at the mention of your name and did nothing to suppress his cunning smirk.

Marcel stepped forward, calm posture. At least for the moment. “You taught me to protect what’s mine. You will not take Y/N from me. End of story”.

Both men eyed one another, like two lions ready to pounce and protect their lioness. “Careful, Marcel. It’s starting to sound like you don’t have much faith in yourself and the bond you and Y/N supposedly share”.

“Don’t try and be the alpha male, Klaus. Just for once in your life respect boundaries. You can’t come into my city and start ruining my relationships, all because you, Klaus Mikaelson, are bored”. Marcel voice boomed across the compound.

Klaus scrunched up his face and leaped down from the railing, landing face to face with Marcel. “On the contrary, I can do whatever the hell I want. This is still my city, I built it from the ground up. Your no king Marcel, and you never will be. It’s only a matter of time before Y/N realizes that too”. That was enough to push Marcel to grab Klaus shirt and throw him towards the wall. Klaus quickly recovered and vamp sped Marcel across the concrete floor.

Dusting off the dirt from his jacket, the two men stood opposite, glaring. “You haven’t changed. Always as vindictive, mainpluate and selfish as ever. And it’s only amount of time before Y/N realizes that”. Marcel, fired back.

Klaus sneered, “Let the best man win then”.

Marcel put two hands on his hips, staring at the spot Klaus was seconds ago. Too many thoughts racing through his head. But the one he was most scared of, was the voice silently whispering that he could lose you. He couldn’t let that happen.

He had to fight. He was going to fight.

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anonymous asked:

I know you're on a smut strike but think about this: Gadreel wants to learn about sex and asks you for help. You take his virginity but it slowly progresses into kinks until you're teaching him how to be a proper dom/sub. He loves getting marks and being held down but he also loves tying you up and fucking you into the bed.

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No but

I’m on a smut strike

But

Gadre

But Stri

*sweats nervously* 

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FUCK IT

OK BUT JUST THINK ABOUT HOW THE FIRST TIME WOULD BE

HE’D BE SO GENTLE, MAKING ALL OF THESE BREATHLESS NOISES AS YOU TAKE TIME KISSING AND CARESSING HIM FROM HEAD TO TOE.

HE’D GET LOST IN THE FEELING OF TOUCHING YOU, WANTING TO UNDERSTAND THE REASONS YOU MOAN WHEN HE LICKS HERE, WHY YOU CALL HIS NAME WHEN HE KISSES THERE, AND HOW TO MAKE YOUR BODY SHIVER WITH JUST HIS HANDS.

AND WHEN YOU ACTUALLY GOT TO THE DIRTY DEED, HE’D HAVE YOU ON TOP, GIVING YOU ALL OF THE CONTROL, THE NOISES COMING FROM HIM BEING BOTH OF SHOCK AND PLEASURE. 

I CAN HEAR HIM SAYING “Please, go faster…you feel so good”

I CAN SEE HIM ARCHING OFF OF THE BED, BURIED INSIDE OF YOU, ALLOWING PLEASURE TO TAKE OVER HIM WITH NOTHING HELD BACK (BECAUSE HE HASN’T BEEN TAUGHT TO BE QUIET, SO HE’S CALLING YOUR NAME OVER AND OVER LIKE HE’S AFRAID HE’D FORGET IT IF HE STOPPED SAYING IT)

BUT HE’S STILL SO GENTLE, MAKING SURE THAT YOU GET YOURS, ASKING IF IT’S OK IF YOU GUYS WENT AGAIN, WANTING TO KISS YOU THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING –

But then. 

When he gets a taste for it, he wants to know what else there is. He wants to know how it feels to go quick, how it feels to go hard, how your nails dragging down his back will feel. “Piercings? On my what? ……Will you get one with me if I do?”

SINCE YOU MADE ME IMAGINE THIS SHIT, WHY DON’T  Y O U IMAGINE EVERYONE HELPING THIS SWEET GUY OUT!

Imagine Dean walking Gadreel through praise kink, having Gadreel eat you out with sugary sweets words falling from his mouth.

Imagine Sam showing him how to fuck you nice and hard, making your legs feel like jello by the time they’re both done. 

Imagine Castiel showing him how to put his grace to good use, both of them teasing you in public until you’re coming in a god damn Macy’s isle. 

Imagine Crowley instructing him how to make you squirt

Imagine Benny explaining why breaking the skin, on occassion, can make that O feel like you’re entire body is on fire.

John throwing out the kinks and saying that good old fashioned missionary can feel just as good, too

Cain doing some fancy shit with corn

Imagine Max giving y’all a book of magical sex positions, each one making the sexual experience even more outstanding.

Imagine Rowena just rocking you and Gadreel’s world because y’all thought she didn’t know what the fu she was doing.

IMAGINE CHARLIE. CHARLES. GOOD OL CHARLLLLES TAKING HIM TO THE SEX TOY STORE, HOLDING HIS HAND AND TELLING HIM EXACTLY WHAT TO BUY!

Imagine me screaming when I realized that you just ruined my life aNON