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Now or Never

‘I don’t want to fight right now I know your always right, now I know I need you around with me but nobody waiting around with me.’

It was happening again. The same heated conversation that broke y/n’s heart. It was the only thing that her and Shawn would fight about but it was enough to make her constantly second guess their relationship. It was bad enough that Shawn was constantly away or with the other one (as y/n liked to call her).y/n didn’t want to waste the little time they had together fighting.

“What do you expect me to do y/n, I signed a contract. ” Shawn wasn’t yelling. It would be easier if he was because then y/n could have a reason to hate him. Instead he looked desperate. His eyes watering, his voice soft, his posture slouched.

It broke y/n.

But nothing broke her more than being in love with someone who was in a PR contract with someone else. It wasn’t shawn’s fault, y/n knew that, and she knew she could trust Shawn, that he was loyal and respectful and that he loved her which made the situation harder. If she could accuse him of falling for the girl then maybe she would have an excuse to leave.

“I don’t want to fight right now” y/n breathed out turning her back to Shawn so he wouldn’t seen her wipe the tears away.

It got to her. She tried to stay positive but sometimes it was impossible. She had to keep her love a secret. She couldn’t talk to her friends about it, couldn’t post cute pictures on Instagram, couldn’t go on dates with her boy friend, she couldn’t even be there for her boyfriend when he was away on tour and it all became to much.

No matter how much she wiped her tears away more continued to fall, faster than she could wipe away the previous tears. Before she knew it she was letting out small sobs that she couldn’t contain.

Shawn stood behind her frozen.

I did this, he though to himself.

Guilt consumed him. He was the reason his girlfriend was falling apart right before him. But he was too selfish to give her up. It was the thought of coming back to her that got him through those hard nights on tour. Amongst all the chaos and pressure, she was the only thing that felt normal in his life. When he was with her everything felt perfect. He wasn’t giving her up that easily.

“Y/n” Shawn whispered stepping closer.

When y/n didn’t move nor say a word Shawn took that as an okay and stepped closer this time wrapping his arms around her.

The presence was all that y/n needed. She didn’t need empty words or unkept promises she just needed to know, feel, that some was there. And right now that someone was Shawn who was all she needed. His presence to remind her that she is his only. No matter what the tabloids write, or who his label decide to pair him in a contract with, she was the only one he wanted.


'Been through the ups and the downs with me, got a whole lot of love but you don’t want to spread it around with me.’

Y/n was at her lowest point right now. On the rare occasion that she was granted permission to come to her boyfriends show she was stuck back stage in his dressing room where she would stay unseen by the public. Just the way shawn’s management liked it. What made it worse was that the other one was allowed to be on stage with Shawn.

'She’s just promoting her self like the contract says’ Shawn said before he went on stage.

Fuck the contract! Y/n wanted to scream it loud enough for it to be heard over the music, over the screaming fans, over the pain that was eating her away inside.

She hadn’t noticed that tears of frustration were streaming down her face but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. No one would see them anyway.

Although the aching she felt inside told her not to, y/n couldn’t help it. She allowed her eyes to look up at the TV that showed Shawn on stage with the other one. He was beaming bright the way he did at every show but she was right next to him. Staring at him with admiration. The crowd was going crazy for the two.

It burned every inch inside of y/n. How she had to keep everything so secret when another girl can prance around and show off her fake love for him in hopes to gain more attention for herself.

She didn’t care for Shawn the way y/n did. If Shawn was hurt she wouldn’t drop everything just in hopes of making him feel better, she didn’t put up with all the drama for Shawn like y/n does, she doesn’t love Shawn. She loves the attention she gets when she’s with him.

Unable to take it anymore, y/n let out a scream and grabbed the first thing she saw, which just so happened to be the remote, and threw it hard at the screen of the TV. The screen cracked in the centre due to the force of the throw satisfying y/n.

She looked around the dressing room before reaching for the small wooden chair and slamming it against the glass table in the centre of the room. It took a good four smashes before damage was caused to the chair.

The sound of crashing and banging must have been heard over the loud screams of the fans and chaos backstage because Andrew came rushing through the room in panic. He stared at y/n in shock wondering how such a sweet girl could try and destroy something.

Y/n looked up at Andrew, the broken leg of the chair still in her hands. She wasn’t crying anymore. She felt better. Out of breath but she felt like she could breath again. The weight of the PR was still on her shoulders but she felt something again.

Reaching for the next chair she smashed it on the glass table hard causing glass to shatter every where on the floor.

Andrew’s shouts for y/n to stop could just be heard over the smashing and banging as y/n began throwing the chair against the glass covered floor, but she chose to ignore him completely. Enjoying the feeling of destroying something that had no worth to her. Is that how the other one felt about y/n and shawn’s relationship. Did she enjoy breaking y/n?

Andrew wanted to approach y/n, stop her, but it wasn’t safe. He couldn’t find a safe way in.

A small crowd was gathering outside of the door watching in horror and disbelief as the girl before them tore the room apart.

Shawn had pushed his way through the crowd unaware of what was going on. The buzz he usually felt after a show was wearing off sooner than usual.

“Y/n” Shawn breathed out in disbelief as he watched his girlfriend destroy everything.

He hadn’t shouted, barely spoken above a whisper, but y/n heard it. It was enough for her to stop. She looked up at her boyfriend completely aware of all the eyes watching her and all the distraction she had caused.

How? How could I have done this? Y/n wondered.

She had no idea what had come over her, the buzz was now gone completely. She felt naked under all their eyes. Embarrassed with herself. Horrified by her actions. All she could do was stare back at Shawn who was watching her cautiously as though she were a snake about to attack at any given moment. The other one stood behind him an amused smile playing on her lips.

With that she broke down in tears allowing them to fall freely down her face. Not bothering to stop the sobs from escaping her lips.

Almost as if it were an instinct, Shawn hurried forward and within a split second pulled y/n into his chest. She gladly hid her face into his chest clutching onto his shirt for dear life. Shawn gestured for everyone to leave the room. With y/n still clutching to him he walked over to the door and slammed it shut so the nosy people hanging around in the hallways couldn’t watch y/n in her fragile stage.

Since behind the door was the only part of the room that didn’t seem to have broken furniture or glass anywhere near it he slowly slid down the door to the floor, all while keeping y/n in his arms.

He held her close to him as she sobbed harshly, her whole body shaking. Shawn didn’t say anything, nothing came to mind. What could he say?

“why?” Y/n finally spoke surprising Shawn since her sobs hadn’t stopped.

“Why what?” Shawn asked stupidly. He couldn’t understand what had caused y/n to break down like this

“Why do you have to be with her? This isn’t fair! Your fans don’t care whether your with her or not.” y/n felt as though she sounded bratty but she couldn’t think of any reason how this would benefit Shawn or why he would want to do something as stupid as a PR.

Again Shawn felt stupid for being at a loss of words. He had no response. Not one that would be good enough anyway. He didn’t know why or how he had gotten himself into this mess in the first place.

“Y/n I’m sorry” he mumbled trying not to let the lump in his
throat show in his voice. He knew that if he showed y/n how much it affected him it wouldn’t help the situation.

Y/n didn’t say another word, so many thoughts running through her head, so many things she wanted to say but her mouth couldn’t form the words. No words would even come close to what she wanted to say. She stayed in the same position wanting to push Shawn away. He couldn’t just pretend to date someone else for the world to see and have y/n in secret. But y/n couldn’t find it in her to push him away. He had a hold on her. She was deeply in love with him even though she wished she wasn’t and wouldn’t dare show it.


'Never pick up, never call me, he know we running out of time.’

Y/n stared angrily at her phone. She was seated alone in her bedroom pathetically calling her boyfriend who was on the other side of the world not even bothering to call her.

She was sick of always being the first to call or text, the only one making an effort. Their relationship felt beyond one sided to her and it was taring her apart, slowly, piece by piece. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take and was well aware that it would be near impossible for her to put the pieces back together when Shawn was eventually done with her.

It seemed like Shawn was already giving up on her. She understood that shawn’s life was hectic and that he was busy with tour but that didn’t mean that it was okay to go two weeks without contact. Every time y/n tried to call he never picked up nor did he call back. Any texts were sent when she was supposed to be asleep and was too busy crying to write up a response.

Taking in a deep breath y/n opened up a new text and began typing the one thing she wanted to do least of all. She was beyond in love with Shawn, it didn’t make sense to break up with someone who you’re in love with. But then again it didn’t make sense to love someone who was never around or who kept you a secret because of a career.

Just as y/n was re-reading the text before hitting send her phone began buzzing in her hand. Relief flooded through her as she read the name flashing across the screen. This must have been some sort of sign the universe was sending her.

“Hello” she tried to compose herself as she answered.

The butterflies had erupted in her stomach like never before. It made sense to get butterflies on the first date, not eleven months later when they called to say goodnight.

“Y/n” he sighed in relief as though he thought he had lost her.

Y/n wondered if it was possible that Shawn knew about the message she was planning on sending. That he was aware of the fact that she had nearly given up on him.

“I can’t talk long. I go on stage in two minutes but I just needed to talk to you” he breathed out in relief.

She was his escape. His safe place. His heaven on earth he didn’t know what he would do without her. He knew that it was only a matter of time before y/n walked away. He was just thankful that today wasn’t the day.

Y/n couldn’t respond. Like most of the time now days, she didn’t know how to respond.

“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you in so long princess, I miss you” Shawn paused. It wasn’t a empty pause. It was as though he was reflecting on how much he missed the beautiful girl he had grown so much to love.

It had been hard, especially the past few months. but he was grateful that he still had her in some way as oppose to not at all.

“I miss you too” y/n smiled to herself. Just hearing his steady breathing on the other end of the phone was enough to soothe her.

“Okay I’m running out of time.” Y/n heard someone on the other side of the line telling Shawn to make his way to the stage. “But I just wanted to hear your voice and be able to remind you how much I love you.” Y/n smiled again not knowing how to respond. Her heart fluttered at her boyfriends words. He always had a way of effortlessly saying the most perfect things.

“I love you too” y/n said barley above a whisper as if it were a secret. But it wasn’t anyone else telling them to keep it a secret. It was her choice this one rare time.

More voice’s came from the line as well as distant screaming getting louder.

“Good bye baby” he said and with that the line went dead.

She was met again with the message she had angrily typed up and gladly deleted it. Relieved that she hadn’t sent it and ruined what they had.


'Baby, I done, done enough talking I need to know that your mine.’

“Happy one year” y/n smiled half heartedly at her reflection in the mirror as she spoke on the phone to Shawn

“I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to have you in my life for a whole year” y/n didn’t bother responding to this. It felt like empty words to her.

It all felt like a waste of time. A whole year wasted in a relationship that was going to go down in flames, with only ashes as a memory.

“You don’t seem happy” Shawn said after a long pause of silence.

He was nervous, y/n could easily tell by the hesitation in his voice. He didn’t want to hear her say the words that were on her mind, knowing that they wouldn’t be good.

“It just feels like all talk” she awkwardly said. She wasn’t sure if she regretted it yet or not as she waited silently for shawn’s response. When Shawn didn’t respond she continued. “I mean you talk about how much you love me yet you never put any effort in” she awkwardly played with the hem of her shirt waiting for Shawn to respond.

“I’m sorry you feel that way”. He mumbled sheepishly in response making guilt grow in the pit of y/n’s stomach.

“I mean maybe if you showed me that you are all mine in some way…” Y/n tried to start but it wasn’t what she meant to say. It was by all means the truth but she didn’t expect her self to be this honest with Shawn on a topic so touchy to the two while they were supposedly 'celebrating’ their one year anniversary.

“Forget it” she breathed out slowly realising that this phone call had quickly escalated into a disaster. “Well I better go to bed, I have an early start tomorrow” it wasn’t exactly the truth but it just felt easier to end the call now them go on with it.

When Shawn didn’t respond she hung up slamming herself on her bed. Frustratedly she groaning at what had happened.

The door bell rang making y/n roll her eyes in response. The last thing she wanted right now was to go out with her friends to 'celebrate’ the way that they had planned. It didn’t feel right. She should be celebrating with Shawn.

When the annoying ringing continued y/n angrily pulled herself off of her bed and to the door. Along the way preparing a speech on how she just wanted to be left alone.

“Guys I’m sorry but I….” Y/n cut herself off at the sight before her.

“Shawn?” She breathed out in surprise at the sight of her boyfriend in front of her. He looked beyond exhausted but still as hot as ever. But more importantly he was there.

“Is this proof enough that I’m all yours?” Shawn asked looking down at his girlfriend hopefully. In response she began to laugh causing him to smile.

“You are aware of how cliché this is, right?” She quizzed as she pulled him inside before wrapping her arms tightly around him, nuzzling her head into his chest. The familiar warmth and scent relaxing her instantly.

After standing in shawn’s grip she pulled away looking at him in awe.

“I have to be back in time for an interview tomorrow but I needed to spend tonight with you”

In response y/n wrapped her hands around shawn’s neck pressing her lips against his for a long awaited kiss. The feeling of his lips on hers instantly sent relief spiralling through her body. Shawn’s string hands gripped y/n’s waist, pulling her body closer to his, deepening the kiss.

Although y/n tried desperately not to pull away Shawn did, pressing his forehead against hers so he didn’t have to pull to far away from her.

“I got you a present.” He breathed out heavily, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small wrapped box before handing it to y/n.

“I get to see you, and get a present. You spoil me too much Mendes.” She giggled but began unwrapping the small box instantly.

A blue Tiffany box came into sight once she had thrown the wrapping paper to the side. Y/n’s eyebrows creased slightly as she wondered what it was. As though the box would disappear between her fingers, y/n carefully undid the White ribbon before opening the blue box.

Y/n looked down in awe.

“Promises rings.” Shawn told her.

Two matching silver rings sat on a white cushion inside the box. One with a diamond and a smaller diamond on either end, the other thicker and more masculine.

Y/n was at a loss of words. They where beautiful and would have defiantly cost a lot of money. Far more than she was worth.

“One for you and one for me. They both have lyrics engraved on them. Your’s has 'when you miss me close you eyes’ and mine says 'I may be far but never gone’” Shawn turned the masculine ring, that was clearly for him, over so the writing on the band was show.

Shawn carefully took the rings out of the box and slipped y/n’s ring onto her fourth finger on her right hand before slipping his onto his finger.

“You are aware of how cliché you are, right?” Y/n quizzed giggling at shawn’s small pout in response before pecking him on the lips. “I love you” she added.

“ I know princess, I love you too.” He whispered connecting their lips again.



Picky. | minhyuk

Member: Daddy!Lee Minhyuk / Reader
Group: Monsta X
Word Count: 1,500+
Genre/Warning(s): fluff galore. ♥

Originally posted by honeykihyun


A small, gurgled giggle falls from your eight-month-old son’s lips, which bear a striking resemblance to his father’s, as you carefully place him in his high chair.

“There you go~” you coo, getting him properly situated and straightening out the puppy-themed bib around his neck. He wiggles in his seat and you chuckle quietly at his penchant to fidget. “Let me fix you up first, handsome.”

Being the mini ball of energy that he is, your baby boy releases a string of tiny giggles when your fingers tickle his chest after successfully primping him. The youthful twinkle in his crescent eyes brightens your entire day when he peers up at you, flashing you a show of pink gums and few teeth.

“Is my little star hungry, hmm?” you ask him, tilting your head to the side, running a hand through his head of soft, healthy hair.

Your son emits another cute noise that seems compliant, stubby fingers flailing enthusiastically. His current schedule seems to be working perfectly.

“Is that a yeah?” You nod at him, understanding.

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Scattered Memories (Part 1)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2004(Far too long)

Summary: After Hotch gives your team a rare long weekend you head home, but you never make it. You wake up 13 hours later in the same spot you blackout at, but something is different. 

Warnings: None descriptive rape, kidnapping, angst, eventual PTSD

Author’s note: I’ve been working on this for two days before realizing how long it was getting to be a one-parter, this won’t be as long as I plan on making my Trials and Tribulation’s series -two/three parts at the most.

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No Love Lost (Lin/Reader and Lin/Vanessa) (Part One)

Prompt: This wasn’t actually requested, I just got the idea for this on the walk home last night and I couldn’t resist.

Author’s Note: This takes places in 2017, and I should note that the reader is supposed to be 30 years old.

BEFORE you all come at me, I just want to say that I IN NO WAY have anything against Lin and Vanessa’s relationship. I have a whole other story where not only are they happily married, they have not just one but TWO children. #shamelessselfpromotion

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader and Lin-Manuel Miranda/Vanessa Nadal

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with a timer planted on the inner side of their wrist that counts down the years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds until you meet your soulmate. You finally meet your soulmate at a party only to find out that he was told you’d died years ago. Not only that, he seems to have gone ahead with his life without you.

Rating: T for swearing

Warnings: TW for a mention of suicide.

Words: 2537

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Caffeine Challenge #11

“Have a nice day!” I said waving at the back of my precious customer. My smile not quite so effortlessly stretched across my face.

“You don’t actually mean that, do you?” Al questioned, raising a well groomed brow at me so I could see the full gradient of her pink eye shadow and frankly, it was an impressive gradient.

“Of course I don’t.”  The smile dropped off my face and turned into a pained grimace, that still looked more like a smile. It hurt but it wouldn’t go away. If only it didn’t take so many muscles to show my displeasure.

“Oh,” Al looked at the customer sitting down in a corner booth. I could see her trying to figure out why I hadn’t meant that; the cogs in her head working together to come to a sensible conclusion, “She didn’t say thank you, did she?” And yet totally failing at it.

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EXCLUSIVE 'Once Upon a Time' Sneak Peek: Regina & Robin's Intense Reunion – Plus, Scoop on 'Surprises' Ahead!
It's almost time to travel back to the Enchanted Forest! (Well, a wish version of it, that is…)

It’s almost time to travel back to the Enchanted Forest! (Well, a wish version of it, that is…)                                        

Once Upon a Time’s sixth season returns this Sunday, March 5, and the one-hour winter premiere is guaranteed to make you scream with surprise and swoon with delight.                                        

As usual, we called up Once’s co-showrunners Adam Horowitz and Eddy Kitsis, and after chatting all about the highly anticipated musical episode, we snagged the inside scoop on what’s next for Emma, Regina’s adventure in the Enchanted Forest and the “surprising” details of what’s to come.

Plus, only ET has your exclusive sneak peek of Regina and Robin’s intense reunion in the clip above!

ET: What was your goal for this second half of Emma and Regina’s adventure in – what I’m calling – “Wishland”?

Adam Horowitz: Well, in the wish realm, what we wanted to do was find a way to bring Emma back and to have Regina kind of confront what she has been really concerned about with regards to Robin and the death of Robin, which is, would he have been better off without her?

Eddy Kitsis: I think one of the things [Regina] found in the winter finale was – when she went back to this alternate wish world, where she did not cast the curse – she started to feel like, “Wow, would everyone have been better without me?” It was kind of an It’s a Wonderful Life situation. So I think the question going into hour two was, “Well, would that have happened with Robin Hood?” And I think once again what we’re going to see Regina facing is if she can move on or does she move back? When her first love [Daniel] died, instead of moving on and moving forward, she resented Snow White and became the evil queen. Now that she’s got Robin Hood, and even though she worked so hard to move forward and split herself, once again she’s faced with a new test.

I loved learning so much about Emma’s origin story! What can you tease for the fans ahead of the premiere?

AH: I think what you can tease is after almost six seasons, we finally get the origin of why she’s called Emma Swan.

EK: Sometimes we like to do full Emma flashbacks and sometimes we like to just drop into her life and see what was motivating her, and I think we’re going to see that a few times in the second half of this season.   

In Wishland, we get to see Emma reunite with two very important men in her life:  August and a very chubby Captain Hook. How would you describe her dynamic with these alternate characters?

EK: [Chubby Hook] is my favorite moment of the year! [Laughs] She and August have always been tied together since we found out they went through the wardrobe together. August was supposed to look out for her and didn’t, but in the same respect, he helped her believe in season one and helped her break the curse. We’ve always said they have a really strong friendship and I think what we’re going to realize is that even though Pinocchio abandoned her and maybe didn’t always watch out for her, maybe he watched out for her more than we thought.

I’m pleased to hear that Ariel is returning once again later this season! What kind of trouble is she going to splash into this time?

EK: Ariel is going to be returning like she always does – in a surprise way – but she is going to have a very surprising connection to another Disney princess. 


EK: It could be…                                        

No, I know it is.

EK: Well, then it is. [Laughs] You’re going to get a Jasmine-Ariel buddy cop movie, but in the Enchanted Forest.

Belle and Rumple’s son is proving to be quite the formidable villain. What should the fans know about that family’s struggle before tuning in on Sunday?

EK: Well, we know that Rumple has admitted that he likes the darkness. We know that he reverted and that it caused a huge rift between the two of them, but I think what we start to see in the winter premiere is something that we’ve really long forgotten, which is that Rumple really was a great father. And even though he messed up with his first child, he worked really hard to redeem himself. I think what you’re going to see now is that this is a Rumple who puts his child before anything. In doing that, I think a child can bring two people together if they both want the same thing, which is happiness.

And as for Henry, it was so sweet to see him step into his knighthood in Wishland. What’s coming up for him in the second half of season six?

AH: There’s more Henry coming! Henry, we can’t forget, is The Author and that comes back into play in a very important way.

EK: Henry is also the heart and soul of this show and has the heart of the truest believer. It all started with Henry knocking on a door, so we’re going to see a lot of Henry. I think one of the things that I’m most excited about is in this second half, we’re really going to see that Henry has grown. He’s grown up before our eyes and he’s a little, young man now and we’re going to see that.

Upon a Time returns Sunday, March 5 at 8 p.m. ET/PT on ABC and be sure to check back to ETonline immediately after the episode for exclusive scoop on the episode’s biggest moment!                                        

When you get Invested in the Plot Line That Started Out as a Joke

aka: more adventures in the modern day Jamilton dads fic, this time in the “handcuffed together” trope. Also featuring Eliza, saving the day, but not quite the whole day (they’re still cuffed after all). A little over 2k below the readmore

The first thing Hamilton did was yank his hand away, instinctively. With a harsh pull against his wrist, Thomas’ hand followed. For a moment, they both stared, silent.

Then, Hamilton turned towards the open door, took a deep breath, and attempted to channel Washington’s pure authority. “Philip Schuyler-Hamilton, get back here this instant!”

Predictably, nothing happened. Philip wasn’t even within sight of the yard anymore. For such small legs, the kid moved pretty fast. “Philip, I’m serious! You’re in big trouble right now!” He bellowed, greeted only by the pleasant sounds of a Saturday afternoon.

“Yeah, tell him he’s in trouble, that’s going to work,” Thomas snarked, still unable to keep his eyes off the cuffs. For the life of him, he couldn’t grasp what possessed the kid to do this. He didn’t seem like the practical joke type, but then, Thomas hadn’t known him long.

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Imagine Alex showing you his power for the first time.

It’s obvious that he’s either nervous or scared, by the way his fingers were shaking as he pressed them to your forearm. “Stay right here…” His blue eyes caught hold of yours, a slight smile donning his cheeks, “Please.” Alex added on deeply, pressing a hot kiss to your forehead, “the last thing I want is you getting hurt.” Tucking back some of your hair, he let a shaky breath out, sliding his leather jacket off his shoulders and putting it on yours. “here.” He whispered, giving you one last glance before jogging a good forty feet from you. 

Watching him intently, you still felt the heat of his lips on your forehead, and his smell lingered closely on his jacket as you pulled your arms through the holes and snuggled into it. He was right to give it to you, for the night was uncharacteristically cold.

Alex moved with a slacked confidence, and you found yourself wondering if he knew how attractive he was, or if the confidence was just a wall he put up to appear emotionally stronger than he was. He glanced over at you, punching his palm softly, “Stay back, okay?”

“Okay, babe.” Giving him a small grin, Alex turned forward and drew a slow, deep breath in. It stung his lungs ever so slightly, for the night time air was chilly. Balling his fists together, he focused. Alex’s body swayed from side to side, front to back, giving you the impression that he was hula-hooping more than anything. That caused you to chuckle, but only for a second before you spotted the red rings encasing his body.

And with one, sharp movement, he was sending them flying forward, splitting one of the innocent trees a few yards away in half. He swallowed, his eyes looking at the tree for longer than needed. Alex was afraid of looking at you now, as if you’d shun him for being so destructive. He prepared for the worst. 

“Holy shit!” You gasped, walking towards him with a rather maniacal laugh. This caught him off guard, his eyebrows furrowing and creating a crease between them. He sputtered, trying to find words. “That was amazing.” Your hand was suddenly on his chest, and you could feel the burn of his bare skin under the fabric of his shirt. “Wow…” 

“Wow as in a good thing or wow as in you’re now terrified of me?” Alex inquired, looking down at the hand that was now tracing on his chest.

“Wow as in holy shit as in… I didn’t know this was the sort of power you had,” You laughed slightly, catching his beautiful eyes. They appeared darker than they were, but that was due to the dim lighting of the park. “When you explained it to me the first time, I thought it was going to be something small…”

Alex chuckled, tossing his head back as he did. The movement of his neck and Adam’s apple distracted you momentarily before he began speaking, “So, you like power?” His lips formed into the smirk you knew all to well, and all you wanted to do was kiss them.

“On the right person.” You replied smoothly, smiling at your boyfriend as he cupped your cheek and beckoned you for a kiss.

Control - Chapter Six

Reaching Out

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans

Links to artwork by @juustozzi and @theimaginarylord at the bottom :)

Izuku froze, still gripping All Might’s shoulders as the light bled from his blue eyes. His ears drooped, and he stilled. Sightless, he stared past Izuku.

“A-All Might?” Izuku’s voice quavered.

All Might flinched, eyes shutting, and he raised a hand to his head. A harsh shudder wracked his body, running down his spine and shaking his legs sprawled on the floor. He slumped heavily to the side and dug his claws into his scalp.

Brows furrowing, Izuku carefully leaned All Might against the counter and moved his trembling hands away, pinching his lower lip in thought.

“M…Midoriya?” Ashido called softly from behind him, “Is All Might okay?”

Izuku jolted and turned.

Those who had been studying in the living room - nearly half the class - had moved to the edge of the kitchen. Their worried gazes fixed on All Might.

Izuku blinked and cleared his throat, “I think he’s, um, lapsing.” He turned back to All Might, quickly examining his hunched position.

He can’t stay here on the floor…

Biting his lip, Izuku reached out and gently pulled All Might’s hands from his head, relieved when he found his claw caps were still intact.

At least he didn’t hurt himself.

All Might opened his eyes, confusion etched in his expression. He went to put his hand on his forehead, but Izuku firmly held his wrists. A small groan rose from him, and his tail swung and hit the floor with a loud crack!

Iida edged into Izuku’s peripheral vision, “Midoriya…” A note of warning crept into his voice, and he gestured toward himself, “Maybe you should back away from All Might-sensei.”

Izuku’s shoulder tingled, but he gently shook his head, resisting the urge to rub at the fresh scar.

This … isn’t like last night. He thought, growing more certain.

“All Might?” He bent and leaned into his teacher’s line of sight, smiling a little when his gaze didn’t move away, “Can you stand?”

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anonymous asked:

I know you've already written an AU related to the 8.15 but if you find the inspiration can you please write a post episode or preferably an insert of when they start drinking together and then he goes to sleep? thank you.

She doesn’t get drunk and neither does he, it’s not who they are, who they’ve worked so hard to become. Despite how very bleak their situation, how ragged and torn apart and tired she feels.

They lower empty tumblers back to the tray in his office after two rounds, screw the cap back on the bottle of whiskey, but when she lifts her eyes to her husband, the man who so badly wants to protect her, even if that means protecting her from herself, he looks terrified. Lost and childlike and desperate, as if he fears she intends to walk out on him. For real this time.

“Castle,” she sighs and he steps forward, swaying for a split second before he stands steady in front of her.

Kate sighs and clasps his hand in hers, doesn’t say another word, but leads him into their bedroom. She strips from her work clothes, slips into the oversized t-shirt dangling from the edge of the armchair next to her side of the bed. Castle watches her for a long moment, simply observing, always observing, before he sheds his own clothing, down to nothing but his boxers and hunting for a t-shirt of his own to wear.

She crawls into the bed, still wordless, no words left even if she’d wanted to speak, and lowers her body to the mattress, curls on her side while she waits for him. She has no illusions that she’ll be getting any rest tonight, but she doesn’t have the energy for a pointless fight they’ve had before, for anything other than the warmth of his body at her side, the reassurance of his presence.

It had been her instinct to run away, to process his revelation about keeping his knowledge of LokSat from her all along, and shut him out until it didn’t hurt so much. But that wouldn’t fix anything and she didn’t want to be apart from him. She’d done enough of that lately, been away from him too much, and leaving him here alone to agonize over the situation, blame and beat himself for the decisions he’d made, was the last thing she wanted for him.

Castle hesitates at his side of the bed, his body hovering at the mattress’s edge, before she unfurls her arm from her chest, drapes her fingers atop his pillow in silent indication.

His knee causes the mattress to dip as he climbs in next to her, settles beneath the sheets and descends to his side, facing her with troubled eyes and a sullen frown claiming his lips.

“I love you, Kate.”

He looks so sad and she hates herself for it, hates him for it, hates them both a little in that moment. After everything they’ve been through, they deserve to be happy, not trapped in yet another stalemate.

Kate lifts her fingers from his pillow, inches away from his jaw to caress his cheek, trickle her touch down his neck before allowing it to fall to the space of sheets between them.

“I know you do.”

“And I’m sorry,” he whispers and her stomach churns, heart cracks.

“I know you are,” she breathes, accepting the tentative graze of his fingers along hers, drawing his hand upwards to press his knuckles to her lips as she sighs. “I am too.”

“Nothing I can do?” he murmurs, but she shakes her head.

“Not tonight, just… just rest with me.” It was all she wanted right now, his presence in the darkness, his silent support, his hand in hers.

Castle nods his acceptance and twines his fingers through the spaces of hers, brushes his thumb back and forth along her knuckles until her eyes are heavy, struggling to remain open even as his eventually flutter closed.

Kate watches him for a long time, untangles their hands after a while to trace the tips of her fingers along his features, the map of his bone structure, the sharp angles, the lines carved deep into his skin. Because of her.

Her index finger follows the branches extending from his closed eyes, the parentheses bracketing his mouth. She misses the lines solely from his laughter.

Hours pass before Castle shifts in his slumber, rolls to his other side, away from her, and Kate takes advantage of the position, molds herself to his back, bands her arms around his torso, and buries her face between his shoulder blades.

She bites back her tears, exhaustion, frustration, and heartbreak combining to produce a fierce sting along her eyes, but she blinks them back, only allows a few of the lone tears to stain his t-shirt.

They’ve accomplished nothing tonight and it leaves her feeling queasy, sick to her stomach and aching in her chest, but she hadn’t expected any solutions would be found. This is the circle they know too well, sacrificing for the other until there’s nothing left to give, and she wanted so damn badly to break it.

She seals her forehead to the plate of his bone, exhales a breath that shudders its way out, has her fisting her fingers in his t-shirt.

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

I goddamn love your writing. Could u please do a soulmate au where the first words ur soulmate say are on your wrist and oikawa has "get off my dick, oikawa". The soulmate is female tho, she's just saying that as a snarky remark to whatever stupid thing oiks said to her first lmao. Please and thank!!!!

Lol, I displayed Oikawa’s dorky side in this one - because let’s face it, behind all that self-righteous persona, he’s a huge dweeb.

“Get off my dick, Oikawa!”

The words gave him pause, because at any similar phrase he would’ve shot back with another snarky remark. Probably something along the lines of how they surely enjoyed him on their dick. But there were two strange things about this situation that kept him with replying with those words:

  1. The one who spoke them was a girl he knew well.
  2. He had been reading those very words on his arm for years.

He turned, catching sight of her with a playful smile, a glint to her eyes, and her arms crossed over her chest. He instantly fell in love with the way she appeared so confident in that moment; his soulmate. And when she grinned at him there was no stopping the words that came tumbling out next.

“My god, kiss me right now.”

Now it was her turn for pause, her smile faltering as she stared at him dumbfounded for a moment. “What?” she finally choked out.

“Kiss me,” he repeated, body moving forward, hands reached out for her. She hesitated, body leaning forward a split second before leaning back again, her face lighting up red as Oikawa drew closer. Her hand pressed against his chest as his arms wrapped around her. It was rare for them to find their soulmate so young, yet here they were, finding each other in the middle of their usual snark.

“Oi, let’s talk about this first!” she found herself laughing as his lips pressed wetly to her cheek, “don’t be an ass!”

“Apparently, you like my ass,” he teased, smile gleaming widely at her. She hit him sharply on the arm, causing him to draw back with another laugh. He looked down at her softly, because this was definitely the start of something beautiful.

In the devastation and ruin of Hell Sam stands before Crowley’s ill-gained throne. Feeling the eyes of the demons on him, that same rush like something golden and forbidden spooling forth from a tight and long-ignored place in his chest. His mouth dry with longing as their blood rushes, iron-sulfur scented, echoing chamber-like in his ears. Powerful as the ocean and twice as compelling.

Crowley is eyeing him with a sort of challenging amusement. Insomuch as they both know Sam cannot physically harm him they are both also aware of why Sam is here, and of the lengths he will go in the absence of Dean. Sam’s boundaries are stretched wide as a chasm when he’s without his brother.

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I can talk you into leaving,” Crowley says. Sam shakes his head. The smile on his lips feels tight and cold and pressed nearly bloodless at the corners. When he straightens up something dark and electric settles at the base of his spine and from the corner of his eye he sees one demon shiver like it’s cold.

“You’ve kept him here,” Sam says, and his voice is very quiet and almost calm but the rage, the rage holds his fists tight, bitten-down nails pressing rough into his palms. “For over a year, Crowley. Like a goddamn animal.”

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This Is Why We'll Never Work (LI x MC)
Holly Ashton
This Is Why We'll Never Work (LI x MC)

Summary: Sometimes friends just stay friends because they choose to be so.

Author’s Note: This is my entry for #ChoicesCreates Round 8. The prompt is “friendship.” I imagine this as a Mark x Dani piece, but you could also put in your favorite are-we-friends-or-what-ship. I’ve uploaded it as both an audio post and a written post. I wrote the piece first, then recorded it. There were some lines that came out when I was talking, lines that weren’t in the original written piece (which I have edited into the post). Pretty interesting process. Tagging our supreme overlord for this round @firefly-hwufanficwriter.

This Is Why We’ll Never Work (Mark/Dani or LI/MC)

There are moments when I look at you — playing games on your phone, laughing at a silly video of a cat falling into a teacup, staring into your watercolors intently, lost in a  maze of shades and hues. It is during these moments of stillness that I feel a surge of love for you, a love I know could be romantic if I intended it to be so. But I choose to watch you, a little over your shoulder, and always, always, by your side.

But then you grin and your eyes sparkle just a little bit… and I fall. I fall into what-could-be’s and what-should-be’s. Riding the train together to a surprise destination. Watching the sun rise on the opposite end of the world. Painting the picket fence white. Picking out baby names. It’s the future-forward in a split-second of falling.

I imagine that the shared swig of the seventh beer would lead us to bed — yours or mine, it doesn’t matter. We’d be entangled in the sheets, skin on skin, pleasuring each other in ways never before felt with other lovers. The awkwardness of our first time together would give way to amazing as our thirst takes us beyond the bed and into various places, spaces, till we’re drunk on each other’s breath and skin.  

A split-second is all it takes to fall…. Is all it takes for me to fall. It takes another to bring me back to what’s real.

That the shared swig of the seventh beer would lead us to that bathroom, with me massaging your back as you throw up the night’s liquor. That the only baby names we’ll ever pick are for the ships we ship together. That there is no picket fence. That sunrises and train rides will be taken separately, never together, unless it’s when I need to see you home to make sure you don’t throw up again. The what-could-be and what-should-be give way to the what-is and what-are.

And I’m okay. I tell you I’ll wait for you at the bar, and we could catch up when you’re done. We’ll tell stories and laugh, the way we always do — the way friends do.

But then later, as you enter the bar, the air shifts.

There are moments when you look at me — me playing games on my phone, laughing at a silly video of a dog chasing his own tail, me looking into my beer mug, lost in thought. It is during these moments of stillness that I feel your eyes on me, a smoldering gaze that penetrates the wall I’ve built from the fall just before, protecting myself from being pushed over the edge again. I feel a love I know could be romantic if you intended it to be so. But I choose to wait for you, looking over my shoulder just a bit, and always, always, wishing you’d get sooner to my side.

And then you say something sweet and your eyes sparkle just a little bit… and I fall. Again. But this time I know I’m not the only one. We see it in each other’s eyes - both of us falling into a well of what-could-be and what-should-be, then silently cursing fate separately for the what-is and the what-are.

I’m okay, you tell me, as you sit beside me at the bar. We begin catching up on the day. We tell stories and laugh, the way we always do — the way the best of friends do.

Then there are moments when we look at each other — at the same time, at the same moment, and we know. This could be romantic if we intended it to be so. If we intended it to be so.

On that shared swig of the seventh beer, we catch ourselves — shoulder to shoulder, faces closer than usual, pondering if the next step out of the booth will lead us down the path of what-could-be or the path of what-is.

We sit at the booth, unmoving, side by side, waiting for who will make the first move tonight.