glad it never worked out with him though

Not Quite

Not Quite 
Rated: Mature
[Monster Woo helps you find an alternative to your frustrations]

You knew a quick fix to your problem.

It was a really simple and easy thing to do, to diffuse your situation. And having a boyfriend as willing and sensual as Young Woo you would think this wouldn’t be a problem at all. But sex was intimidating. Imagine going your entire life not doing something but always having this built anticipation for it. It was terrifying.

Maybe that wasn’t the right word? You weren’t scared of having sex, you just weren’t ready… And it wasn’t that you didn’t do anything…You just didn’t do everything.

Your boyfriend was surprisingly understanding of your apprehensions. He was a bit older and much more experienced but he never pushed. He’d let you go at your own pace. Whenever you’d test your boundaries he’d welcomed it. The downside was dating someone as attractive as him lead to a lot of unexplainable pent up frustration.

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Summary: Mickey gets released from prison, but no one knows. The first place he goes is the Gallagher house. 

Word Count: 1125

Notes: Thanks so much for 100 followers. I haven’t had this account for long so it means a lot! :)

It’s been a long time since Ian has seen Mickey– three years, seventeen days and two hours to be exact. He misses him everyday, but he knows he needed to move on, so he did. Eight to fifteen years is a long time, and with Ian’s bipolar disorder, he needs stability.

So here he is with his family, Kev, V, Svetlana, Yevgeny, and his boyfriend Trevor, in the most stable environment that he could provide for himself. And then, Mickey walks in the back door.

“Holy shit,” Ian’s face goes pale and his heart starts thumping.

“Miss me?” He says to Ian.

Suddenly, Liam and Yevgeny run to Mickey. He picks them both up and hugs them tightly. “I missed you,” Liam says.

“Missed you too, buddy,” he kisses Liam on the head and then he kisses his son on the head as well. “I missed both of you.”

Liam eventually unlatches himself from Mickey’s embrace, but Yevgeny stays holding on tightly. “Are you home forever, daddy?”

“Yeah, Yev. I’m home forever.” He kisses his head again and hands him over to Svetlana, who kisses him on the cheek and welcomes him home.

Everyone’s jaws are dropped open in shock, other than Trevor, who is looking at everyone in confusion. He tries to ask what’s going on and who this is, but no one answers, they just stare at the dark haired man who walked in the back door.

Debbie is the next to get up and hug Mickey. She introduces him to her daughter. “Hey, Frannie. This is your Uncle Mickey,” she says and he waves at the baby. Mickey smiles at the term “Uncle Mickey.”

Carl, Lip, and Kev then get up to greet him and tell him it’s nice to have him back. They were followed by Fiona and V, who hugged him tightly and told him how much they missed him.

Finally, Ian gets up and walks to Mickey, ignoring everyone around him. He grabs his face, as if he’s making sure he’s not hallucinating. “I want to punch you.”

“Fuckin’ do it then,” Mickey responds.

Ian shakes his head and kisses Mickey instead. The boys wrapped their arms around each other and Mickey smiled into Ian’s mouth.  When they separated Ian leaned his forehead on the other man.

“You’re an asshole,” Ian said.

Mickey nods. “I know. So are you.”

“I know.” With that, Mickey punched Ian in the arm. Ian grabbed for the aching spot that was punched. “What the fuck?”

“You never fucking visited me,” he tried to mask the sadness in his voice because he knew that there were people surrounding them.

“It was hard seeing you,” Ian frowned. He regretted never going to see Mickey, but it was just too hard for him to handle– especially after their last encounter, which was Ian breaking up with him.

Mickey nods and looks down. “Fuck, I missed you.” After hearing that Ian wrapped his arms around the excon. They hugged so tightly that neither of them could breathe.

“I missed you too,” he said sadly.

The silence of the family and the loving hug between the two guys gets cut off by a distressed Trevor. “Can someone explain what the fuck is going on? And who the fuck are you?”

“Who’s this? Boyfriend?” Mickey snickers. Ian just shrugs as a response. “Can I hit him?”

“No!” Everyone yells simultaneously.

Mickey rolls his eyes. “Fine.” He chucks the finger. “Fuck you,” he says to Trevor instead of hitting him. It was the better alternative, but Trevor still scowls.

“Umm, Trev,” Lip starts. “Remember when Ian wouldn’t get out of bed for all those weeks?”

“What the fuck? No one fucking told me he went mani–” Mickey gets cut off.

“Shut the fuck up, let me explain this,” Lip gives Mickey a glare, so he nods.

“Of course I remember,” Trevor says seriously.

Lip sighs. “Remember how he kept calling out for someone named Mickey?” Trevor nods and worry began to fill his eyes. “Well, this is him.” The memory of Ian saying that his ex-boyfriend was in prison quickly came back to Trevor’s mind.

“Why the fuck are you back?” Trevor steps closer and tries to be intimidating. Unfortunately, Mickey was the most threatening man on the Southside so it didn’t work out too well.

“Got released. Good behavior, got my GED.” He started. “Also, Mandy pulled some favors, don’t ask me how because I have no clue. I don’t even know where the fuck she is.”

Ian stepped forward again in surprise. “You got your GED?”

Mickey nodded bashfully.

“Mick! That’s amazing!” Ian shrieks proudly.

To disrupt the happiness, Trevor moves between Ian and Mickey. “Go back to where you came from, asshole,” he says meanly. “Ian and I are together now. You’re the one who fucked up.”

“Stop,” Ian said and moved Trevor out of the way. “I’m sorry, Trev–”

“Why the fuck are you sticking up for him? Didn’t he try to kill your sister?”

“Half,” Mickey corrects him.

“Because we take care of each other,” he looked at Mickey in a way that brought them both back to their last time together. “In sickness and in health, good times and bad times,” he smiled as he summarized the words that Mickey said to him three years ago.

Fiona suddenly jerked up. “What the fuck, are you getting married?” She shrieked.

“We’ve always been ghetto married,” Ian snorts.

Mickey shrugs. “I’m down for it if you are.”

Ian nods with a smirk. “We’re getting married,” he informs everyone as if they haven’t been there listening.

V starts to smile. “I love weddings!”

“What the hell?” Trevor shouts. “We’ve been together for two years, Ian! You’re throwing it away for some dirty scum like this?”

“I love him. I’ve been in love with him for about ten years.”

“Well I love you,” Trevor says desperately.

“I’m sorry, Trevor. I didn’t want you to get so connected. I’ve never loved anyone besides him.”

Mickey smirks at Ian’s words, though he kind of feels bad for the other guy. “Sorry, man,” he says genuinely.

“Don’t you need time to work shit out before you get fucking hitched? I mean seriously you haven’t seen each other in how many years?” Trevor’s fury is noticeable, but Ian shakes his head. “You know what, fine. Fuck you,” he says and slams the door.

Kev looks at everyone’s faces before speaking. “Well I wasn’t expecting this to happen today.”

“Neither were any of us,” Ian snorts. “I’m glad it did though,” he grins.

“So are we,” Debbie says. Everyone nods in agreement.

Ian kisses Mickey’s head. “This is it, we’re finally going to be together,” he says happily.

“This is it,” Mickey repeats.

How To Change A Fuqboi (Taehyung)

Word Count: 3,133

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by kths

How to Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Know his history*

Okay, this time, let’s just say you’ve gone and found yourself a nice boy. He’s sweet, thoughtful, and as a bonus, the definition of eye candy. On the surface, there seems to be nothing worthy of complaint, but it’s just best to keep in mind that NO ONE is perfect. He used to be a fuck boy, and he’s disclosed this information with you, but also claims he’s ready to settle down in a committed, exclusive relationship. Let’s talk about how you can KNOW he’s ready.

A light breeze weaves through your hair, causing the locks to gently caress your cheeks. The defined line of sunlight recedes further and further from the table you occupy under a raised walkway, hidden on one side by a wall of the English Department and on another by concrete, the barrier for an elevated planter.

It’s not the most aesthetic sight, but the seclusion helps you concentrate on the dense, seemingly endless lines of text. You’re so absorbed in the required-reading novel, simply eager to get the whole ordeal over with, that you neither hear the footsteps nor sense the human presence behind you.

In fact, you are completely unaware of it until a pair of arms abruptly slips under yours, each grabbing a handful of your chest and giving a squeeze.

With a scream, you jump to your feet, ready to catapult yourself over the table to get away from this pervert, but, despite slipping to your hips, his grip holds tight and you practically fall flat on your face, elbows hitting the painted metal surface hard. Changing tactics, you quickly wiggle around until you’re able to deliver a swift smack to the top of his head with the book, yelling, “SCREW YOU, TAE.”

“Ya! You’re lucky that was paperback,” he complains, finally releasing you to nurse the wound.

Feeling the need to defend yourself, you give a small huff, “Well you surprised me.”

A smile pulls at the corners of his lips, but he tries (though miserably fails) to conceal it with a frown, “Oh c’mon. Can’t I touch what’s mine?”


Laughing, he pulls you into an embrace, spinning you around so your back is pressed against his chest, and attempts to replace your bra with his palms.

“Tae!” you futilely bat at his hands with the book, irritated at the giggles that leave your throat despite your best efforts. “Tae, they’re NOT yours.”

“Yes, they are,” he gives them a playful bounce. You’re momentarily relieved as his hands leave your breasts, but Taehyung is quick to wipe that feeling away with a soft smack to your bum. “And this too.”

“Oh, is that all I’m good for?” you roll your eyes, as he takes a seat to your right, sliding the backpack off of his shoulders to dig through it.

Taehyung leans over to press his lips against your temple in a feather light, tease of a kiss, “No, I also love you for this.”

“My forehead?”

“Aigoo, your brains,” he drops one eyelid in a wink, knowing you understood what he was talking about. “I brought you lunch.”

As he finally fishes out a set of chopsticks, the thermos of homemade noodles, and a plastic bottle of ready-made tea, you finally relax, letting him see your ridiculously large grin and the blush that accompanies it.

Sometimes, I MUST wonder what you did to deserve someone like him.

“Thank you,” your reply is quiet but happy, slightly sing-song in nature, and you make a playfully childish gesture, indicating that you want to hold his hand. Taehyung’s larger fingers immediately engulf yours and an almost reverent expression slides onto his features to accompany his boxy grin.

Your cheeks get too hot to maintain eye contact, so you drop your gaze to the book and break your physical connection to him, freeing your hand to pick up the chopsticks. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, you busy heartily eating and reading while Taehyung… well you don’t really know what he’s doing and I’M not going to spoil it.

Whatever the case, the boy next to you is quiet, allowing you to study in peace.

But then you feel them, the fingers, coming to a rest on your thigh with innocent stillness. It’s not UNUSUAL for him to be touchy, especially when he gets bored, so you ignore it… until they start shifting.

Toying with the hem of your skirt, you feel the cold digits slowly traverse across the expanse of skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. You are intent on ignoring him to not encourage his teasing, but as soon as he reaches the warmth of your inner thigh, you shiver, involuntarily clamping your thighs together.

He lets out a smug snigger and you set down the chopsticks to arrest his wandering hand. Laughing, grip tight on his wrist, you force Taehyung to (though he doesn’t fight it) gently slap himself, “Hands to YOURSELF. I’m reading.”

“But baby,” he whines, scooting over to nuzzle through your hair, tickling your ear. “Pay attention to me.”


“Please,” he draws out the word in harmless defiance to your warning.

Fighting hard to squash the urge to give in, you flinch away, moving over a seat so that your back is pressed flush against the concrete wall of the planter, “I need to finish this before tomorrow-”

Without hesitation, he hoists himself on top of the table, almost knocking over the bottle of tea, sliding away the thermos, and snatching the book out of your hands. Planting his feet on either side of you, his dark eyes bore into yours, smirk quirking the corners of his lips upward, “No one’s watching.”

You wet your dry lips with a flick of your tongue, mulling over the options.

“I mean, when you put it that way…” your body makes the choice for you, rising slightly to be at eye level as you slowly lean forward, entwining your fingers with the soft hair at the back of his neck. Taehyung’s eyelids flutter closed, anticipating the warmth of your lips against his.

But it’s a sensation they won’t get to feel.

With all of the quickness and vehemence of a striking snake, you tear the novel from his hand and give him another, well deserved bop on the head.

*Elaboration: “history” can mean an assortment of things, familial ties, past relationships, behavioral trends, namely, whatever is important to establish an accurate judgement of character.

Step 2) Listen to your intuition**

It is not a far leap from intuitive concern to paranoia, more like a bunny hop. It is typically not healthy to obsessively, compulsively monitor the activities of your partner, for both parties involved, but when something seems overtly suspicious, it is probably for a good reason.

“Tae, I’m home,” you shout as you kick the door closed behind you, balancing the grocery bags in one hand and your books in the other. “Can you message your mom and tell her I got the chicken?”

“Why? She’ll be back soon anyway.”

You pause mid motion to set the bags down, slightly miffed at his reply. It’s not like Taehyung to be curt OR disrespectful, not to mention the fact that his voice was about half an octave too high.

“Are you alright?” you venture, trying to discern if a trip down the hallway to check on him will be worth your time.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” is his vague reply.

Eyebrows knitting, you decide to brush it off for now, the items in your arms becoming heavy enough to warrant attention. Since moving in with Taehyung and his parents, you’ve tried to make yourself as useful, yet out-of-the-way as possible. They’re doing you a huge favor, after all, letting you stay at their house for free while you go to school. Coincidentally, this arrangement has nothing to do with the fact that you are dating their son, but rather is how you initially met him.

His parents just happened to be generous enough (and honestly really liked you) to eventually drop the rent bill.

So you do little things like pick up groceries, wash the dishes, dust, and (probably what they’re most grateful for) keep their son in check.

Speaking of which…

“She says thank you,” Taehyung shuffles down the length of the hallway, holding his phone, pulling on his shirt, and presumably talking about his mother.

“Getting comfortable, are we?” you arch an eyebrow, casting a look down at his uneven sweatpants, right leg hiked up to the knee, elastic suspending it there.

“Sorry, baby, I was sleeping,” he gives you his trademark boxy smile, sounding much more like himself.

You give him a peck on the cheek as you walk by to deposit the groceries in their proper places and can feel his hands brush against your waist, an attempt to grab you, probably to deepen the kiss, but you easily, nonchalantly twist away. The action wouldn’t have caught a third party’s attention… if he hadn’t let out a small whine.

You ignore it, pushing your hair back to examine the contents of the thoroughly packed refrigerator, deflecting, “How was your day?”

“Good. I finished my essay. How was work?”

“Busy,” you ignore the sound of the house settling, acutely aware of his position against the counter, though your eyes never leave the appliance, searching for an opening.

The chicken IS going to fit.

“But hey, I’m glad you finished your paper,” you acquiesce, deciding to just shove the poultry inside and close the door as quickly as possible, giving him a comically nervous smile afterward.

Taehyung lets out a light laugh, picking up your books, “I’ll put them on your desk.”


Watching as he retreats down the hallway, you let out a small sigh, gaze sliding back down to the counter and the not yet empty grocery bags. Milk, that needs to be in the fridge. Without thinking, you open the door and watch in horror as the container of chicken takes a nose dive. Instinctively, you reach out to save it, but the plastic slips through your fingers and everything, including the milk, ends up on the floor.

Thick white, dark marinade, and a few drops of…blood? mix and spread across the tile floor in a horrifying flash flood. You must have cried out, or the sound of two containers bursting open was loud enough for Taehyung to come rushing back down the hallway.

“Are you okay?” he asks, crouching down, hands ghosting over your body, looking for injury. He finds it within seconds, the small cut on your palm where the container grazed you. Without a word of response, he immediately sets about cleaning the mess, wetting a washcloth and pressing it to your hand; removing you from the puddle, pants dripping; and grabbing wads of paper towels.

For some reason, you’re frozen to the spot, watching him work with a look of hard determination, your body shivering, despite the relatively warm temperature in the house.

**Definition: INTUITION (noun), the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning.

Step 3) Respect your*** boundaries

Sometimes, especially concerning a relationship that you expect to grow and develop into something as lasting as a marriage, it is okay to be a little selfish. Many people will tell you “those very quirks you find cute now will become annoying later.” What usually they fail to mention are the ALREADY irritating things. Those become… unbearable, and everyone has a breaking point. So if something bothers you, it is often best to take action BEFORE it becomes a problem.

You stare at the dim, orange tinted light that filters through your thin curtains. The dismal failure in the kitchen earlier did nothing to heighten your mood, despite Taehyung saving the situation by cleaning up and running back to the store.

This night will be a sleepless night.

Slowly, your fingers tighten around the itchy gauze wrapped around your palm.

The stillness, the silence is almost eerie, so much so that when the door handle jiggles, you startle. The adrenaline evaporates once you see his familiar figure gliding across the threshold, slowly closing the barrier again, and padding across the room, but it is slowly replaced with a gnawing anxiety, especially as your eyelids shut to preserve the illusion of sleep.

Taehyung has a history of not being able to sleep after particularly bad dreams and you’d let him come lie in bed with you, starting out with your back against his chest, one of his hands splayed on your stomach, the other busy lacing fingers through your hair, but usually ended with both of you waking up to tangled limbs, tangled hair, and one of you overheated under ALL of the blankets.

But it’s been almost a year since you last let him in your room.

“Baby, are you awake?” his voice is hoarse, deep, barely above a whisper.

You don’t respond, waiting, not knowing whether you WANT Taehyung to go away or ignore the unspoken exile. Whatever your feelings are, your anxious anticipation grows, manifesting in a twisted stomach as he stands at the foot of your bed, probably considering his options.

You remember that day vividly.

A twisted ankle sent you home from work a few hours early and, quite frankly, you were looking forward to spending that newfound time with Taehyung, the two of you bundled up under a blanket, watching a movie, while he poured sympathy and affection on you.

It was a fantasy you never got to live.

You’d heard them the moment you walked through the door, but either your body failed to completely process what was going on, or you’d purposefully shut down the part of yourself that cared enough for “common courtesy.”

With no hesitation, you hobbled down the hallway and stopped in front of his room. He hadn’t even closed the door. Had he been that…confident?

His eyes immediately met yours, a look of horror flooding onto his expression while yours, meanwhile, remained intentionally unreadable, essentially deadpanned.

You stood just as still and as silent as he does now as he had to make the classic decision: put it back in my pants or get the mistress out first?

Apologies streamed from his lips as he dismounted and you stood your ground, unwilling to give him the mercy of privacy. By the look on her face, she already knew who you were, but more importantly, you wanted to show her what she WASN’T. You wanted to show Taehyung that YOU were not afraid to face the truth.

Pulling on only her sweater and underwear, collecting her clothes with fervent haste as she walked, the girl feebly skirted past you to flee from the house. Taehyung, obviously, was not so fortunate.

“Stop,” your one word silences the excuses flowing from his lips as he, with awkward desperation, began pulling the sheets from the mattress, likely in a subconscious attempt to get rid of the last traces of the girl. “I don’t care.”


“I only want to know WHY,” even to your own ears, your voice sounded hollow, haunted.

You gave him the few seconds he needed to piece together a coherent answer, which came in the form of a gravely, “I just… needed someone.”

Anger flared in your veins, but you stifled it to keep your composure, refusing to let him see you upset, tone remaining analytical, “Needed someone?”

“Do you know how long we’ve been dating?”

“Please don’t deflect.”

“I’m not deflecting, I’m asking you a question,” Taehyung bundled the soiled sheets and threw them on the floor, “How long have we been dating?”

You felt the cracks immediately, “I don’t know! Three months?”

“Four months and two weeks. Wanna know how I know? The last time I had sex was five months ago. FIVE MONTHS,” his voice pitched.

“Are you saying the only reason you know how long we’ve been together is-?”

“Don’t you understand how frustrating it is? I want to be TOUCHED again. I just… I NEEDED someone.”

“You have ME.”

“No, I don’t. You never touch me. You don’t even let me touch YOU.”

“Are you BLAMING me?”

Taehyung raked his fingers through his hair, “No! All I’m saying is it’s REALLY difficult for me to have an exclusive AND chaste relationship.”

That was the first time it happened.

***Addendum: Relationships are reciprocative, so make sure to respect his boundaries too.

Step 4) Give up and realize that he’ll never**** change

The moment breaks and you hear Taehyung’s weight shifting, the distinct sound of fabric against fabric as he climbs onto the bed and lifts the sheets to slide between them. You don’t dare move, unsure how to proceed.

It’s been half a year since the last time you found a girl in his room, but you can’t seem to get over it, the paranoia.

Maybe you stayed because you love him. Or maybe you just love the idea OF him. Taehyung’s sensitivity, his thoughtfulness, his quirky sense of humor- all of these things were present before you first found out he was a chronic cheater. These qualities were never amplified in apology, there was no honeymoon phase where everything was tinted in rose.


There WAS a shift, some unexplainable catalyst that set things in motion toward “okay” again. Some days are better than others, when your trust for him once more becomes implicit. But there are bad days too.

He pauses for a few, long seconds, breathing uneven and shaky as he carefully scoots closer, only stopping once you can feel his body heat. You had been watching the window, something you don’t normally do, facing the wall with your back to the rest of the room. This means his face is mere centimeters from yours and you can tell that he’s watching you with those reverent eyes.

Time passes like the rhythm of your breathing, with a forced calmness, seconds or minutes slipping by until you hear him shift again.

The very tips of Taehyung’s warm fingers brush against your cheek, a tender gesture accompanied by the whispered, sorrowful words, “Why did I do this to you?”

Without thinking, you flinch, turning onto your other side to face away from him.

If he didn’t before, now Taehyung knows you’re awake.

“Do you want me to leave?” his voice is thick, as if he’s about to cry.

You don’t respond, not verbally anyway. Instead, your left foot gently kicks back, squeezing itself between his ankles.

Sometimes, I MUST wonder what you did to deserve someone like him.

****Clarification: “never” is a strong word, but unless a realistic compromise is reached, almost ALL people “never change.”


A/N: Okay so to address the elephant in the room, I do not encourage this type of relationship, but y’know, live your life at your pace. Also, thanks for all the support this series has gotten. I really appreciate it. If you want to see more, let me know :) much love xx

Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad after you witness a crime

(A/N: Dedicated to the Anon who suggested it and bumped this up the list. Sorry for the wait. First one of it’s kind.  I want to write continuations for this so definitely get excited for those. I hope you enjoy and to the anon who suggested it. I hope I meet your expectations! Enjoy!) 

This Imagine is Continuted Here 

Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad after you witness a crime

“And it’s the schools Father Daughter dance on…” you continued to say before stopping yourself as you realised he wasn’t listening, “Dad!”

“Hmm.” he said looking up from his monetarily at you from across the counter as he simultaneously poured milk into a bowl of cereal.

“Is on Friday, at the Glasshouses.” you finished.

“What is?” he questioned, still looking at his phone.

“The Father-Daughter dance.” you chuckled, “You said you would come.”

“On Friday night?” he asked for reassurance.

You nodded inn confirmation.

“I don’t know Y/N. I might be busy that night.” he offered, shooting you a cautious look.

“I understand.” you sighed, slightly disappointed, “I can see how you would be busy at 8:00 on a Friday night.”

He smirked at you, releasing what you were getting at.

“Alright, I’ll try to come. I might be late, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he gave in, walking round the kitchen counter and putting the cereal bowl in front of you.

“That’s all I ask,” you smiled before looking down at the bowl, “What’s this?”

“I made you breakfast.” he responded as if it was obvious.

You took a dangerous glance to the sink were the empty bowl of cereal you had finished fifteen minutes ago sat, ready to go into the dishwater.

“Thanks Dad.” you grinned, scooping up a spoonful.

“You’re welcome.” he said obviously pleased with himself, “Do you need money for lunch?”

“I take my lunch to school.” you reminded gesturing to your bag which had your lunch on top of it in the seat next to you.

“Since when?” he asked, confused.

“Since always.” you informed.

“Right.” he nodded, with a sigh.

“But I do need money for dinner, because I’m assuming you’re going to be back late.” you offered, so he wouldn’t feel too bad.

“How much do you need?” he asked, pulling his wallet and finally putting his phone down.

“Fifty dollars.” you stated.

“For take-out for one? I don’t think so.” he scoffed.

“I’m not going to order in. I’m going to buy groceries.” you explained.

“Doesn’t Sarah do that?” he questioned, referencing your maid who also did the grocery shopping each week.

“She does but you gave her the week off so she could go Vermont for her sisters Wedding.” you reminded, giving him an all-knowing expression.

He was trying to come off an annoyed but you could tell he was slightly disappointed in himself for not remembering. He was trying.

“I’m giving you thirty. Drop a few of those fancy vegetables you insist on buying.” he played off handing you a mixture of notes that totalled thirty dollars.

“Alright, but if I starve…” you joked.

“It will be one less thing for me to worry about.” he smirked, quickly glancing at his watch, “I’ve got to go.”

He quickly grabbed your hand and directed the spoonful of cereal that was on it into his own mouth. You gave him a look of protest, but you secretly didn’t mind. You weren’t going to finish it anyway. He gave you a wink before, grabbing his briefcase and heading for the door.

“Love you Dad.” you called after him.

“Love you too kiddo.” he called back after a pause.

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A Way Out

TITLE: A Way Out

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5 of 5

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being kidnapped and meeting Loki, who is trapped in a network of mirrors. Bored and with nothing better to do, he decides to help you escape, figuring he’ll never see you again after you’re gone. But as soon as you’re able, you return intending to rescue him…


NOTES/WARNINGS: I forgot I wrote this chapter as soon as I finished the last one, it just needed to be proof read. I am not good at things. XD


    He was full of questions, she soon discovered; some more… invasive than others, though he learned to keep those to himself after she snapped her jaws in the general direction of his head. A god he might be, but there had to be lines. In the end she decided to take him to meet her father, figuring they would both enjoy a mutual exchange of knowledge; he struck her as the type to like conversing with other intelligent beings, and her father was certainly that.

    It was that, or she would drop him several hundred feet to the ground, and that would just be rude.

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Relocated [5/10]

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,511

Author’s Note: It’s finally time for that dinner! Hopefully it’s not too dry? Let me know if I should speed things up.

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Y/N pulled down the little sun visor mirror and gave herself one last look before she stepped out of the car. She lifted her wrist to check the time and was relieved to see she wasn’t late. As she approached the restaurant, her nerves began getting to her. Please don’t say anything embarrassing, she told to herself. She didn’t need Steve to see that side of her. At least not yet. Crossing the street, she saw a familiar figure dressed in a dark blue button up and khaki dress pants. Y/N laughed to herself when she saw Steve pacing back and forth outside, his hands constantly toying around with his smartphone. He looked up just as Y/N neared and his face broke out into a bright smile.

“Hey, you made it,” Steve answered rather breathlessly.

“Didn’t think I would stand you up, did you?” Y/N said.

He chuckled and shook his head before guiding her inside.

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What Did I Get Myself Into? - 3

“So, are you sure you’re okay with talking about your job now?” Spencer asked, for what felt like the 80th time.

You just rolled your eyes. You had been seeing Spencer for five weeks now. Granted, that five weeks didn’t consist of a ton of dates, but that was because of his work schedule. He was called away on cases on a near-constant basis, but you were making it work, and you really enjoyed his company. There was something that felt different about him when compared to your previous boyfriends. He was grounded, insanely intelligent, exceedingly kind, completely adorable and unbelievably, stunningly fucking gorgeous. “Babe, we’ve been dating for a while now and I have been assured that you won’t run away because of my job, so yea, I’m good with it,” you said, sitting on the couch next to him.

He put his arm around you, slipping his hand into your wavy hair, swirling the tendrils through his fingers. “Ok, is it also okay to ask about previous relationships at this point? I don’t know what’s ok, you’re the first woman I’ve been this involved with.”

“Really?” you blurted out, completely taken aback. You’d never considered he’d never been involved. He was such a catch.

Spencer saw the look on your face and blurted out without speaking, “That doesn’t mean I’m a virgin though.”

You raised your eyebrow, “So, not a virgin, but never in a committed relationship?”

“The job makes it really hard,” he said honestly, “and up until you, I’ve never really wanted to put in the work with anybody, but you’re different. There’s something about you I’m drawn to.”

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t snatched you up before now, but I’m glad no one did - and yea I’m fine talking about previous boyfriends.”

You settled your head in his lap, looking up toward him as he continued to play with your hair. There was about 30 minutes until the lasagna you were cooking was done. “So, what do you want to know?”

“How about this? In order to make this more comfortable for you, I’ll ask all the boyfriend/job-related and sex-related questions I have on my mind in a rapid-fire style and you answer the first thing that comes to mind. That way we’ll just have everything out in the open.”

That would probably be better. If you wanted this relationship to work, and you really did, you figured getting all the “dirty little secrets” out in the open would be a good idea. “Sounds good,” you said smiling, “and…go!”

“How many boyfriends have you had and why did the relationships end?” he asked first.

“I’ve had two boyfriends. One in high school and early college. His name was Mark. We ended amicably, it was just hard because we went to two different colleges. The other I started dating when I was 26 and I broke up with him after three years because I found out that he was cheating on me. It ended about a year ago.”

“He cheated?” Spencer asked, disgusted at the thought.

“Yup!” you said, extending your arms in the air and almost hitting him in the face, still salty as fuck that the bastard wasted three years of your life. “And you wanna know how I found out?” He nodded. “His eight-months pregnant girlfriend marched up to me at the pizza place down the block demanding to know who I was?”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open like a Looney Tunes cartoon. “Seriously?” You nodded, sitting up and facing him, cross-legged on the couch.

“What an asshole.” He mirrored your stance and moved on to the next question. “Okay, you said you were ‘boring’ when he first met. What did you mean by that?”

“In the sexual aspect? I wanted to impress upon you when we met that just because I own a sex shop, doesn’t mean I’m into a ton of freaky shit,” you started, “I have been fairly vanilla in my sex life - same basic positions, never really dressed provocatively. I’ll clarify now that we’re dating. I’m open to things, they just need to be with the right person, you know?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “Duly noted. Now, total honesty, have you ever used anything you sell in the shop?”

You looked down and blushed. Again, you weren’t completely vanilla. “Yea, mainly vibrators. They are the only thing that get the job done,” you laughed.

Spencer looked surprised, “So follow up question, if they are the only thing that get the job done, does that mean you’ve never had an orgasm with someone else? Only by yourself?”

This was getting personal, quickly, but you were honest. “Nope, I’ve only been able to do it myself.”

He smiled, pushing his tongue up against his lips, “Again, duly noted. I have to keep that in mind.”

You snorted, secretly hoping he’d be able to give you that ever-elusive one-on-one orgasm. “Ok,” he asked, pausing as if trying to find the right way to word what he was about to ask, “If there is one thing you want to use from your store that you haven’t yet, what is it and why do you want to try it?”

“Oh my god,” you said, blushing yet again as your head collapsed into your hands, “I will answer, but only if I can shoot the question back at you. You need to reveal some kinky thing you wanna try so we’re even.”

He laughed, “Ok, deal. So?”

You never revealed this to anybody, even Dawn, you liked being the mysterious, ‘boring’ person your friends thought you were, so you kept it to yourself. “I…,” you began, breaking your gaze and biting your lip, “There is a kit that I sell…of ropes…” He smirked. Dammit. That smirk was hot. “I realllllllyyyy like the idea of being tied up.”

He bit his lip as well. He must’ve liked the idea of seeing you tied up, which only served to put your mind in overdrive. “Why do you like the idea? That’s the second part of the question,” he said, after noticing you shrug, like you didn’t want to give a reason.

“I guess it’s because, in my daily life, I have to be the strong person. I can’t own a shop, selling the kinds of things that I sell and then have a ‘submissive personality.’ I’d get trampled - or worse. I could end up being the kind of victim you investigate. I have to be strong, so I like the idea of trusting someone enough to be completely the opposite - to be vulnerable,” you said, surprised you had confided in him something you hadn’t even told your best friend. “Now you. It’s only fair.”

Spencer took a deep breath. “Hmm…Well, the opposite of you…in my daily life, I’m looked at as the non-threatening and submissive one, so the idea of being dominant realllllyyyyy appeals to me,” he said, mimicking your early sentiment. “I guess the idea of someone trusting me enough to do certain things,” he emphasized, “is fascinating and alluring.”

As the timer on the oven beeped, drawing your attention to the delicious smell of Italian food, you looked his way, “I am so glad you walked into my store that day.”

Make Me Happy

Summary: Your soulmate is your opposite. For every happy, there is a sad. Phil can’t wait to meet his counterpart. He wants to make them the happiest person on the planet. But his soulmate is having a bit of trouble coming to terms with that.

A/N: I guess this is a soulmate AU? I’m still working on those two other fics, so bear with me! I work everyday this week until Saturday, so expect fic productions to be slow! Hope you like this :3

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 3,787

Phil never felt left out amongst his friends. Although everyone he knew had already found their soulmate at the ripe age of twenty-one, he was still soulmate-less. He didn’t mind it, though. He knew the world would bless him with the right person when it was time. Now, was just not that time. 

“Hey, Phil! Glad to see you here,” his old friend, Louise, said. “What have you been up to these last few weeks?” 

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Learn to take a hint.

I won’t reveal any names of the people involved of course, so here’s the cast for this story:

Rey - Myself

Kylo Ren - My boyfriend at the time

T - Creepy guy

This took place at a rather small but pretty well known convention in Texas. It all started on Saturday, and as I’m sure you all know, that’s usually the most crowded day of a con. But, I think this was the most crowded its ever been at this certain con. It was insanely packed. Now, I have severe anxiety and psychosis issues and I can’t exactly go to big events by myself. My mother wasn’t able to go with me on this day because of work, so a family friend happily offered to take me and help me with my medication, panic attacks if I had them, etc. So, my friend and I decided to walk off to another part of the venue that was calmer and less crowded. Anyways, after a few minutes of sitting down and chatting, she was hungry and wanted to go the hotel’s food court to go get food. I had sore feet and didn’t want to walk for a while, so i reassured her I would wait for her where I was and that I’d be okay. She figured I was right and walked off to go get food– I know this was a big mistake on my part, but hey, I’m a fucking idiot sometimes. I sat there for a few minutes chatting to the few people that passed me and asked for pictures, the usual stuff i’ve grown used to at conventions. Everything was fine

Then he showed up.

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The shitstorm express has just crashed!

I’m glad that Betty realized that even though she meant well, she  was in the wrong for not going to Jug before throwing that party and inviting his dad to it. 

You know, for all the craziness that happened and all the drama, at least things sort of worked out.

Oh, boy Archie, from Betty to Veronica to Valerie to Cheryl to Veronica again. It’s just like the Comics! ( and no I don’t count pedo grundy and I never will) What are they gonna pair him with Reggie in season 2 next? In the mean time, all aboard  the HMS Varchie!

Mr. Lodge is looking like a mighty fine prime suspect right now..

AYYY mama Andrews!

A Few Years | Charles Xavier (Part.2)

Title: A Few Years
Author: Clara
Character: Charles Xavier
Part: 2/2
Warnings: none
“hi hi, i was the anon who asked for angsty charles, you think you can do it on “You’re standing there watching as my heart breaks for you and you’re doing nothing!”?? THANK YOU AGAIN OMG ☺️✨”
anon: “Hi, can I request a Charles Xavier one shot with “I wouldn’t even know who I am without you.” please? Thank you xxxxx”

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The Magic of a Bonfire

Tittle: The Magic of a Bonfire

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested: Yes

Rating: M for Mature

Warning: Smut, smutty smut smut

   Waking up in the maze meant you had to learn to to adapt to the new cruel world around you. That meant learning and working with the new rules that were given, as well as the unspoken rules. The unspoken ones where the ones you really had to look out for. Like the rule that you don`t ask questions about the past, everyone here only remembered their name, and to demand any more information than that would only result in angry boys and sarcastic answers.

  Also don’t let fool yourself, the glade was just like high school. We all had a clique. The only difference was that our clique, more often than not, was those we worked with. Having to spend hours on end with the same group of boys everyday meant that you grew close. It became second nature to hang out with those who did the same work as you. Unlike high school however we still spoke to each other, even if we weren’t in the same clique.

  Then there was the most important unspoken rule, one that I changed the day I arrived. Do not upset the steady routine the Gladers had worked so hard to make. I never meant to break that rule, I had never intended to. I wanted to fit in, to prove to them that being the only girl in the glad wasn’t a bad thing, that we could work without having any changes. Try as I did though, nothing seemed to stop the fact that I was head over heels in love with Newt, and that he somehow felt the same.

  “Hey I brought you a drink.” Newt chuckled as he sat down beside me, pulling me from my thoughts. I smiled at him and pressed a kiss to cheek, taking the jar he was holding out to me.

  “What do you make of the greenie?” I asked, smiling as I curled into his side, his arm instantly wrapping around my shoulders.

  “Thomas? He seems like a good kid, I think once he stops freaking out he`ll make a good match.” Newt answered, coughing as he took a sip of the drink. “Gally made it a bit stronger tonight, fair warning.”

 I hummed my thanks before taking a sip of my own drink, the liquid instantly causing me to cough.Newt was right, it was stronger tonight, though it still managed to hit the spot. His drink may a tad strong and not the greatest but it was cold, refreshing and not water so I welcomed it.

  “How was the maze?” Newt asked after a moment, his hand tightening on my upper arm. He hated the fact that I was a runner, I knew that. I knew that he spent everyday inside the glade worrying about wither or not I would come running back through the doors.

  “Boring.” I responded, shrugging my shoulders a tad bit. “Nothing`s changed.”

  “It will sometime, I mean it has to.” He said softly. “There has to be some way out of here.”

  “Yeah, the box. We just need to figure out a new way.” I muttered, earning a groan from Newt. From the moment I woke up in the glade I was determined that the way to freedom wasn’t in the maze, but in the box, we just needed to figure it out.

  “We’ve been over this Y/n.” Newt said softly, gripping my chin gently between two fingers so I was looking at him. “The box isn’t the answer. We have tried everything, and I mean everything, you can think of. The way out is the maze.”

  “How can you be sure, I mean there has to be something we missed. We have been searching that maze for years and we still have no way getting out.”

  “You don`t know that for sue love, there has to be another way.” Newt said softly, smiling warmly at me.

  “I don`t think I can stay here much longer Newt. Heck I know it. What if there isn’t a way out? What if we are stuck in here forever? Newt I can’t be stuck in here forever.” I whispered, finally feeling a little relief at the fact that I was able to voice my fears. I knew Newt was having a hard time with the maze, and was scared to finally say it, I still was, but it still felt like a huge rock was lifted from my chest. “I don`t want to die in this place.”

  “You won`t. Baby girl I’ve been there, I know what you’re going through. But I also know  that you need to have hope, hope that we will get out of this place. You are my hope. You keep me going. You’re sweet, kind, beautiful, and the best damn thing that happened to this place, I have to believe that there is hope for you getting out of here because you deserve so much better than this. There is a way out, and even if we do spend the rest of our lives here. We’ll have each other, and I don`t know about you, but that is more than enough for me.” Newt said calmly, his eyes searching my own before he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

 I kissed back instantly, my eyes fluttering shut as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He threw his drink to the side, using his now free hands to grab my waist and pull me closer to him. I hummed as straddled him, scooting further up his lap so I could press myself tighter to his chest. His hands moved along my back, his fingers pushing my shirt up, drawing small patterns on the small of my back.

  “Follow me.” He muttered against my lips, he pressed a quick kiss to my lips before he gently moved me from his lap. He stood up quickly, grabbing my hand in his as he quickly lead me to the little hut where we kept the weapons. As we moved quickly towards it, the other Gladers seemed to pay us no attention. They had long since grown use to us running off at night to pay us any attention.

  “Newt what are you doing?” I asked, watching as he glanced around us quickly before dragging me inside the weapons hut.

 “Taking you somewhere private.” He answered, smirking at me over his shoulder as he crossed the room. “After last week, Alby made me promise I would use this room when we wanted to be alone. I don`t know about you, but I want to be alone.” He muttered, his eyes darkening with lust, as he pushed aside a trap door.

  “Being alone sounds really nice right about now.” I hummed, giggling as I pictured the look on Alby`s face when he walked in on Newt and I in the shower. I have never seen the leader looked as upset as he did at that moment.

  “Good, now come on.” Newt chuckled, grabbing my hand to lead me down the down the stair case. As we made our way down it, he turned on the light, the moment the light turned on I looked around us. We were in a small staircase that lead to a wide room. A table sat in the middle of the room, and that table seemed to be Newt`s destination. Once we were in the room, Newt wrapped his arm around my waist, spinning me into his chest. Once I was in front of him, his lips once against met mine.

  “Newt.” I moaned, running my hands down his chest, and tugging at the end of his shirt, running my hands up his chest to pull his shirt over his head. We broke the kiss quickly, just long enough for both of our shirts to be thrown over our heads. He put his lips on mine again, pressing me up against the table, his hands running down my sides to grip my thighs.

  “Jump.” He muttered, moving from lips to press kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. I hummed as I obeyed, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist. He sat me down on the table, his hands roaming around my body. He sucked gently on my collarbone, his tongue flat against my skin.

  “God your so perfect.” He mumbled against my skin, his finger quickly undoing my bra and throwing it aside. The moment they were free his mouth attached onto my breast, his tongue flicking against my nipple as his free hand moving against my other one

  “Newt.” I moaned out, my fingers running down his back as he focused on my nipples, taking his time with each one. “Newt, yes.” I moaned, my fingers tangled in his hair, holding his head against my chest. He chuckled against my breast, his mouth leaving a pop as he moved to kiss down my stomach his fingers trailing along behind him. Once he was at the waist band of my pants, his eyes flickered up to mine, as his fingers danced under my waist band. His fingers dancing across the skin of my pelvis.

  “Want do you princess? Do you want me to take these off?” He muttered, scattering kisses along the bottom of my stomach.

  “Yes.” I moaned, arching my back up whining as he slowly removed my pants, my panties moving down with them. He smiled up at me, pressing kisses along the inside of my thighs. “You see baby we can get by with each other, just you and me.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning across my core, causing me to scream out in pleasure.

  “Newt.” I whispered, arching my back in pure pleasure when licked softly between my folds, his tongue flat against my core. The more I moaned the faster he flicked his tongue onto my core. He looked up at me, when his fingers dipped into my center, curling up so they hit my g-spot every time he pushed them inside me. He picked up speed smirking when his actions caused me to moan loudly, my back arching upwards as he continued to run his tongue over my clit.

  “Newt!” I moaned loudly, thrashing against the table as my high hit, his name leaving my mouth in a breathless moan. “Fuck Newt.” I gasped, smirking as I grabbed him the shoulders and pulled him towards me, his body sliding my own. “It`s your turn.” I hummed, smiling at him as I rolled over, pinning him under me. I smirked at him as leaved a trail of kiss down chest. I sat up, wrapping my fingers under the hem of his pants and pulling them down in a swift movement. Threw his pants and boxers over my shoulder and I lowered my mouth onto his length, bobbing my head as I swirled my tongue around him.

  “Baby girl right there!” He moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held my head down, his hips thrusting gently into my mouth. I gagged around him, causing his to moan loudly, his fingers curling into firsts.

  “Ugh!” He moaned, his eyes hooded with lust as he stared down at me, watching as I pulled back to suck gently on the tip, running my tongue up his shaft slowly. “I need to be inside of you.” He grunted, grabbing my upper arms to pull me up to him. He flipped me over and attached his lips to mine again, groaning happily as he slid inside of me.

  “Fuck.” Newt groaned, thrusting into my quickly, his moans mixing in with mine as I bucked my hips up to meet his thrusts.

  “God Newt yes!” I screamed, digging my fingers into his back as he picked up his pace.

  We stayed like that pressed up against each other until our highs washed over us, each of us coming undone in a series of screams

  “God I love you.” He hummed against my lips, his chest pressed against mine.

  “I love you too.” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair as I scattered kisses along his shoulder.

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Ghoul Hide Week Day One- Hearing/Meeting

To be completely honest, Kaneki didn’t know what to expect. In his mind, reuniting with his best friend would be some sort of grand event, back at the sewers or saving him from some type of danger like he did so long ago. Some kind of extravagant, dramatic moment that would fit how he felt their relationship was.

But instead he finds him at the park they went to as children, on top of that plastic whale staring at the moon seemingly in a daze. More symbolic than extravagant, if anything.

At first he wouldn’t have thought it was him. As far as he knew, Hide was long dead for giving his life for his in the sewers. Yet there he was. Kaneki didn’t know wether to cry from happiness or laugh because he thought he was hallucinating. He didn’t know how to wrap around the idea of Hide being alive before him, breathing, completely in tact. No missing limbs or scars. Meaning that he didn’t kill him all of those years ago.

And for the first time ever, he had no idea how to approach him. He assumed Hide would sense his presence and welcome him with a smile or a hug, but there was…nothing.

He wanted to say something. Greet him, ask him what he was doing, something, but words fell flat. Instead, the only thing he could say was, “Hide?”

That made the man perk up slightly and remove an earbud from his ear. Again, Kaneki expected his eyes to light up in excitement and for him to greet him, but still nothing. He just turned around and stared at him. No smile. No…anything really. Just a blank face.

“Kaneki.” It wasn’t so much of a question as it was an acknowledgment, like noticing the sky was grey.

“It's…” Good to know you’re alive? What are you doing out here? How are you not dead? “Nice to see you.” He decided.

“You too.” Hide’s voice was rather dry, as was the rest of his appearance. Kaneki usually associated Hide with the bright colors of his jacket or headphones. Or even the obnoxious yellow that was his hair. It felt odd for him to be clad in completely dark colors, ones that he usually dressed in. Even his hair was a rather dull shade of brown, and put up in a rather messy ponytail. When had it grown out? When had the color faded?
He even fully registered that those were earbuds and not his bright orange headphones he used to wear around his neck.

Kaneki cleared his throat, waiting for Hide to say something else, but the other only continued to stare at him with completely blank eyes. What was the proper thing to say at this moment? Ask him how he’s alive? What he’s been doing? Why he looked so dull?

“How have you been? It’s been a long time.”

Hide shrugged. “Dunno. Tired, I guess?”

“I see…”

There was a beat, then that beat became a pause, then the pause went back to full silence. Hide had never been this quiet before, he had noticed. He’d usually have a pause in between a joke or having a more serious moment, but nothing more than that. It felt like a longer moment of him being serious, and he would be lying if he thought he wasn’t expecting Hide to just bounce back.

More silence.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”


Kaneki was sure that moment he got on the whale was meant to feel nostalgic. That he was supposed to flashback to the days when they were children, being up in the weird hours of the morning talking about whatever. He was sure Hide would feel the same, and they would start doing that again.

Instead there was a thick air of…something. As a former literature student he felt he should’ve had some type of word for it. Dread? Anger? Bitterness?

“So you’ve been busy.” Hide finally said something.

“Yeah, I have, I’m glad you’re safe though.”

Was that the right thing to say? Years ago he only cared about making sure Hide never got involved in anything he did, but that didn’t work out. Since Hide was alive, shouldn’t he try harder to make sure he’s safe again?

For some reason that wouldn’t feel right.

“Safe? That’s a word you could use for it.”

As long as Hide was here, he was safe, right? Living a normal life. Probably finished college. Working a normal, safe job. Somehow able to recover from him…eating him.

“I’m glad, though.” He placed his hand on his chin. “It’s good to know you’re okay.”

Hide’s eyes hardened.

He was taken aback. Yet another thing he didn’t expect. He didn’t know his eyes could harden.

Kaneki tried to wipe any signs of being uncomfortable off his face and gave him a small smile.

Hide chuckled rather humorlessly. “That’s
pretty subjective, Kaneki. As long as I’m not bleeding out, I’m okay, right?”

A beat.

“Sorry, that was tasteless.” Hide said, his eyes softening a bit.

Oh, it was a joke.

“No, it’s fine. I just didn’t get it.”

Hide’s face fell. Kaneki then realize he had a half smile on his face, though now it was gone. The air felt heavy again. Humid, even. They weren’t saying anything, and it was strange. Off? Uncanny? Was that right?

“It’s late, Hide, shouldn’t you be at home?”

Another beat. Then silence.

Kaneki tried again.

“I mean, you should be sleeping. You said you were tired, after all.”

“I’m only out here because I can’t sleep.” Hide put both of the earbuds down and sighed. “Stuff has been crazy lately and I’ve been restless.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Helping a friend. Doing things that may or may not have been for the greater good. Hell if I know or care.”

They fell into silence again. Kaneki wasn’t sure how to process it. He wanted to ask Hide to elaborate, but he never had to in the past.

Then again, did Hide ever tell him anything in the past? The more he thought about it, the more it felt like he didn’t. It was never “what’s wrong, Hide?” Or “How are you doing, Hide” It was always “What’s wrong, Kaneki?”

Selfless. Far too selfless.

Did he ever see Hide sad? Even once?
He couldn’t remember.

“What happened? You can tell me.”

Then Hide’s eyes darkened. “No. I can’t.”

Kaneki felt his heart sink. Has Hide ever snapped at him before? Hardened his voice? Glared at him? He felt bad.

“I’m sorry, I can drop it-”

“Don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize.”

He opened his mouth to speak. Tell Hide that he could talk to him about anything, assure that he could help him…but, nothing.

Hide melted down and put his hand on his face in frustration. “Dammit. I’m sorry, I just…” words seemed to have escaped him too. There was a beat, then a pause, then he reached a hand out and touched his face. His eyes were much softer, familiar.

Hide must’ve seen everything in his eyes, and for the first time he saw Hide’s eyes. How tired he was, no, how exhausted he was. How the usual olive green had dulled. How he looked like he hadn’t slept well in months.

Has Hide ever looked this tired before? Even when college first started? Finals in high school, ever? Kaneki knew he hadn’t. Why was he just now noticing this?

Hide took a silent breath and weakly smiled. “I want to tell you. There’s so much I want to tell you.” His eyes averted. “But I can’t. You’ll get worried and leave with that whole martyr complex being your reason.”

A beat.

“I’m an idiot. You know that right? Doing everything I can to help you even if you’ve probably forgotten all about me. Maybe cause it was hard to live without you. Maybe cause you were the only thing that ever mattered to me. I don’t know.”

Kaneki almost wanted to argue with him. I haven’t forgotten about you. I just wanted you to be okay. I wanted you to forget about me.

Nothing came out.

He continued. “It’s weird, you know. How people see you on the outside. It almost makes you envy what they see, try to become that person until you don’t care anymore.” His smile faded. “In reality Kaneki, this is all there is.”

Hide took another breath as tears began to fall from his eyes. “I never wanted to worry you. You had more than enough on your plate already. Hell, you still do. Even now, I hesitated to seek you out in my own. I knew you wouldn’t like what you saw, and turn back to the people who make you happy. You wouldn’t need me anymore.”

For a moment, Kaneki remembered his vision of Hide. When he told him how lonely he was without him. He then
realized he never told Hide how much he truly meant to him. He never noticed those looks of sadness Hide had whenever he left his empty house when they were children. The way his eyes were always dark, and the light he saw back then was only around him. The fact that Hide went through so much just to reassure he was alive.

That Hide needed him.

Yet he never noticed.

Not for the first time he felt like an awful friend.

Kaneki didn’t know what to do to make the situation better. He wasn’t like Hide, he couldn’t say something dumb to get him to feel better. Touch his shoulder? Say something he would like?

He knew.

He wiped the tears from his face, and pulled him into a hug.

A beat, a pause, then full silence. A comfortable silence. Words didn’t need to be said.

He needed Hide and Hide needed him. That’s all that needed to matter.

The silence broke when Kaneki finally spoke.

“I’m sorry. Honestly. I'm…really lonely without you too, Hide. I thought…I killed you…back then. So it was-”

“I already told you not to apologize.” Hide cut in. His voice wasn’t hard, just the same dull, tired tone it was before. “It was my choice to help you. And honestly I wouldn’t change it. You’re alive aren’t you?”


“And that’s all I ever cared about.”

Hide sat up more and Kaneki fully noticed that Hide had grown noticeably taller than him. His eyes were drawn to the exposed parts of his skin. Though, something didn’t add up. Hide confirmed that he ate him, so why weren’t there any markings?

“I should get going. I think sleep deprivation is finally catching up with me.”

His heart ached.

“You can come back with me, Hide. I’m sure my group would welcome you.”

“I can’t, Kaneki. I know I wouldn’t have a place there.”


“Really, it’s okay. I’m happy enough knowing you still care about me.” He gave him a rather hollow smile. “Just promise that you’ll come visit? Or at least talk to me?”

There was no hesitation.

“Of course.”

Hide’s smile felt more genuine. “Then, I should go. I…I’m glad I saw you tonight, Kaneki.”

With that he got up, and left.

Kaneki watched him walk out of the park, before he blended in with the rest of the night. His heart felt lighter, but he still didn’t understand everything Hide said. Even if he wanted to come back with him, he should’ve known it was dangerous.

Still, he hadn’t expected for Hide to say no. He didn’t expect for Hide to continue to be distant and…vague.

He shrugged the feeling off, then began to head back to his apartment. Though one question lingered in his mind.

How did Hide know about what was going on with him?

I’m Scared Too

Ha, can you tell I’ve been replaying ME2?


Kaidan, I’m scared.

He reads over that first line over and over. Of course he’s scared, they spent their entire time against Saren terrified. Everyone who knows the truth about the reapers is scared.

I boarded a Collector ship today.

Kaidan’s blood freezes right in his veins. Why the fuck was Cal on the same type of ship that killed him two years ago?

The Illusive Man sent me—and yeah, I already know the fucker ain’t trustworthy—but he said a turian patrol took their systems out, he intercepted the signal, blah blah. He lied. His excuse was that he couldn’t tip us off, fear of Collectors finding out and this was too big an opportunity. I don’t trust him, Kay. I never have. I can see the inside of that hellhole every time I close my eyes.

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Famous Last Words

Summary: In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.

A/N: This ended up being a lot longer then I’d intended…hopefully that’s a good thing. I might try and post a chapter Tuesday before I leave but it depends on how much time I have. (At the rate I’m going I probably will.)


Chapter Fifteen

     Phil hated shopping. Granted, he hated anything that involved going out in public and interacting with other people, but there was something about the lights and overbearingly loud music that made shopping a torture in its own right. As a consequence of this his wardrobe seemed to mainly consist of the same three pairs of pants, t-shirts, plaid, and the odd hoodie, none of which struck him as being particularly appropriate for a date.

      Not the he cared that much about the date, but it would’ve been nice to at least pretend that he was making some kind of an effort.

     Phil had finally settled on a pair of jeans with a plaid shirt, figuring that anyone who had an issue with something as simple as his clothes wasn’t someone he wanted to be going out with anyway.

     But now, sitting across from Dan who was wearing a collared shirt and a pair of chinos, he couldn’t help but feel slightly underdressed.

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My Experiences With the Signs

Aries: We unofficially dated for a while. It was super fun while it lasted. We went on adventures (our first date was the zoo and we hella flirted on the sky car thing). But he was moving away for college and I knew he’d get distracted so I broke it off before he left. I think it broke both our hearts. I havent heard from him since.

Taurus: Both my dad (not birth dad) and little sister. He is such a kind hearted man. Exactly the father id always wanted. My sis is 4 and very sassy but I think that just comes with being 4.

Gemini: He was SUCH a bad kisser, not even lying. Theyre incredibly hard workers and always seem a little lost to me.

Cancer: Such emotional babies. Appreciate honesty in terms of being yourself and saying what you really think. I know this really problematic one who makes jokes that are mean and I always call him out on it and he’s like “im glad you tell me your real opinion”. Theyre the ones who start crying and tell you youre soooo pretty when theyre drunk.

Leo: Quiet when they want to be. Wont hear from one for days but when they text you again its like they never left. Almost always seem to have a secret agenda though when they talk to you, like theyre really trying to get at something else. I dont work as well with these people. Games arent my thing. I need people to be blunt and straightforward to really follow whats going on, but then I AM a naive baby, so

Virgo: Literally the sweetest most lovely people oh my goodness. So cute. Mostly weeaboos. Ive pretty consistently had Virgos for best friends throughout my life. These are the people I go to when I need to vent because they listen intently and give advice. Even if they arent sure, they will sympathize with you and make you feel better. Also I kissed a girl once and she’s a Virgo. Hot. Awkward lil flower :* still hot though

Libra: I dated one for a very long time. Sort of in secret for a while, since my parents hated him. He was my first. I loved him at the time and things were great. But he constantly tried to tell me what to wear???? And how my hair should look and stuff???? What a poop. Anyway when I tried to break up with him, he told me I just wasnt trying enough in our relationship and emotionally backed me into a corner. I ended up cheating on him when we were on a break. With Aries.

Scorpio: Deep thinkers. Book lovers. So so sweet and misunderstood. I feel like they really want to talk but they want you to start the conversation and then just let them go and theyll talk and talk and tell you things you never thought of before. Very peaceful to be around. Getting stoned with them is so fun and you end up talking about souls and ethereal things.

Sagittarius: Another old best friend. I had a crush on her for a while. The rest of our squad agreed that it sucked to be single when she was single cuz everyone went after her. Lots of us look up to her still. VERY real VERY fun VERY loving and sweet. Will rub paint on your face and tickle your armpits.

Capricorn: Me. Others I know are dramatic when they let their emotions show. One is very rapidly becoming an alcoholic. Very “go big or go home”. If theyre gonna do something theyre gonna fuckin do it right the first time. Life is short, if they take a chance theyre going all out. If they have a passion or a goal they are SUPER into it and wont give up.

Aquarius: My bf so sorry if this one is biased. (We’re very much in love. Im going to marry him.) Anyway I only know a few. Theyre quiet at first, but if you make the effort to get to know them, theyll take it and theyll open up to you. You might hear things you werent prepared for. The bf and I used to go on late night drives and find a chill spot to park and just talk about everything. Including aliens and a lot of “what if"s. Now we live together and mostly tickle each other and play fight. “Tell me a story” happens quite a lot. It used to be “tell me a secret” but we uncovered all of those a while back.

Pisces: I only know two of them. One is a friend of the bf’s and she is SO very gentle and sweet. She’s smart and seems to love everyone. Scary stuff in the news really makes her sad. The other is my mom. My mom and I used to be best friends. For a long time she was a single mom and we were living in an apartment together and things were great and we were super close. Then I became a sassy teenager I guess and she ended up blocking me out and she’s become this “control freak” who emotionally manipulates me. She literally went behind my back to ask my friends what i was up to all throughout highschool. Gets mad at me for “not trying enough as a family member”. Literally refused to let me see my own sister for about 8 months. Which is a big deal because she’s so little. It meant i missed out on a lot of her early growing up. My mom has Borderline Personality Disorder but wont admit it. We dont have a good relationship anymore and it makes us both sad I think.

Okay hi it’s me Allison. I got SO many requests to write a part 3 to this blurb series thingy whatever you want to call it but I think I’ve decided to turn it into a full-blown fic. It’s really important that you read part 1 (here) and 2 (here) or else this won’t make sense at all. To my followers – thank you for overwhelming support of this little series and I hope I don’t disappoint. Enjoy! :-)

Warnings: smut, it’s so fluffy you might die, domestic luke to get you in the feels

“He sleeps like a rock. Would you like to spend the night, Y/N?” Luke says, still leaned into you and speaking lowly.
You found yourself nodding, agreeing to possibly sleep with Luke Hemmings, former lead singer of 5 Seconds of Summer, and one of your former students’ father. 

Luke’s face lit up with the possibility of the evening. A smile broke out over his features, causing you to smile and laugh slightly. He clapped his hands in front of your face as he cackled, like a small child. Maybe he’d been spending too much time with Logan…

“I’m sorry, Y/N, it’s just that I really like you. I promise I won’t do that again,” Luke says as he shakes his head, laughing at himself at this point. He pulled you back into the family room by the hand, picking up Logan with the other. You weren’t sure if Logan was like this all the time or was just behaving well because you were here, but he was definitely being nice to Luke, even letting Luke carry him to bed as he draped himself over his broad shoulder sleepily.

The child’s bright blue eyes met yours. 

“It’s weird to see you at my house, Ms. Y/L/N, but I like it.” He yawns as you smile, walking up the stairs to his bedroom with Luke.

Luke laid him down on his bed and pulled a rocking chair closer to the bed.

“What book do you want to hear tonight, buddy?” Luke asks in a quieter than normal voice, placing his palm over his son’s forehead, pushing back his curly hair.
“Um, I want to hear “I Love You Forever”, daddy.” Logan tells his father, shifting in the bed and getting more comfortable. (This is the book, it was my favorite when I was a kid)

Luke read the book to the small boy and he drifted off to sleep, eyes looking at you droopily before he nodded off. Luke finished reading the book anyways, even after Logan was asleep, just to make sure. Even though Luke was having to play the role of mother and father to Logan, you thought he was a great parent and you were glad such a good kid like Logan had such a great support system. When Luke turned the last page and closed the book, he looked up at you and smiled. 

“He’s really a good kid. I’ve never had any problems with him,” Luke says, standing up from the rocking chair. You stepped out of Logan’s neat room, looking at the Lego sets on shelves all around, probably things Luke and Logan had built together during the summer. You didn’t think Luke worked, and he probably spent a lot of time with Logan, and you were glad, because he’d grow up to be like his dad and that was a great thing. Luke followed you out into the hallway, closing Logan’s door quietly as to not wake him up, even though Luke claims he’s a heavy sleeper. 

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That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description: can you make a one shot bucky x reader where he hears a noise in the kitchen in the middle of the night and sees you crying over something silly like milk or something? (requested by anon)

Word count: 653

Warnings: swearing, brief mentioning/description of nightmares

A/N: I thought this was a cute idea! It’ll give me something to think about other than the pain that Civil War caused me, that’s for sure! (also, notice the new format; how is it looking/working for you guys?)

Your eyes shot open and your arm twitched. Your breathing was a bit erratic, and you seemed unable to calm it. 

Turning to the side, you were glad to find that Bucky was still sound asleep. His mouth hung open, air going in and out of it audibly. He’d been through enough recently; there was no need to wake him up. 

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and carefully crept towards the door. Maybe a snack or something would calm you down…

It wasn’t uncommon for you to have nightmares. Given the line of work you were in with S.H.I.E.L.D., there was plenty to be frightened by. The dreams were never that bad, though. 

You opened the refrigerator, freezer, and every cabinet you had to try and find something that sounded appealing to eat. You finally set your eyes on some oreos in the pantry, and your eyes brightened. 

There were only 4 left, and you wanted to enjoy each one as best as you could. So you poured yourself a glass of milk and set it on the table, turning back around to grab the bowl you had put your cookies in. When you turned around, though, you weren’t paying attention to how your arm was swinging. Your arm it the bowl and it went toppling to the ground.

“Shit!” you cursed, not caring how loud you were at this point. You slammed your hand on the counter as tears pooled in your eyes. All you had wanted was some cookies, and now they were all gone. There was definitely a valid reason to be upset. 

You tore your eyes away from the crumbs on the ground when you heard footsteps running into the kitchen. Bucky stood there, his arms up. He looked like he was ready to fight something. His eyes softened when he saw you standing there, looking pathetically down at the floor. 

“y/n?” he said, confusion clear in his voice. “What…what are you doing?”

“I just wanted some goddamn cookies and I dropped the bowl,” you whispered, still in shock over the tragedy that had just occured. 

“Cookies,” Bucky repeated, seeming surprised that you were making such a big deal over food. “Why don’t you just get some more then?”

“Because there are no more!” you exclaimed, grabbing the roots of your hair and pulling in frustration. “Those were the last cookies and now there’s nothing for me to eat, and there’s milk poured that I don’t want anymore! What’s the point of having milk at two in the morning if there aren’t any cookies to eat it with?” you rambled, unaware of how pitiful you sounded. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment, seeming unsure of how to reply. He finally said, “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” you asked. That certainly wasn’t the reply you were expecting. Maybe “What’s wrong with you?”, but not “What’s wrong?”. 

“Something obviously happened, y/n. I’m not dumb,” he said, sitting next to you on the floor and scooting the crumbs away with his foot. 

“I never said you were,” you mumbled, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He didn’t reply, and you took this as your cue to tell him what was going on. “I had a bad dream,” you sighed. You felt Bucky nod as you continued, “It was really bumming me out, so I thought that some food would help me feel better.”

“What was the dream about?” Bucky asked you. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it.”

“You were…taken…and I couldn’t - I didn’t -” you stuttered, unable to form your thoughts into words. He nodded again, though, and rubbed your arm, silently telling you that it was okay to stop talking. 

“I get it,” he said. “I get dreams like that, too, except they’re about you.”

Neither of you said anything. You just sat on the floor, staring at the cookie crumbs. 

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And then there’s you and me

Timeline: Post 1x16 “Rogue Time”
Summary: When Barry and Caitlin talks about saving, chances and something more. Heavy mentions of Iris, and also Iris/Eddie.
Author’s Note: How fucking glad I am that we’ve come to witness a world where Cisco Ramon doesn’t have to die after being told he’s like a son figure to Dr. Wells. Yelps. Also, of course, snowbarry being totally married, yes.
Also Available: AO3 ; FFNET.

Stepping out into the cool air, Barry closed his eyes and took three deep breaths―and the oxygen sunk, he could feel it, every particles, like little tingles that he’s gotten used to, generating quickly, in and out, right in his lungs. He cherished it. Appreciated the moment of silence his mind could gather even with the rest of the world moving on as it should. Cars honking by, pedestrians walking, couples laughing quietly over sips of coffee.

He could still feel it, you know?

The pressure of her lips against heat, the heat transferred when his fingers had grasped her jaw, her words swarming relentlessly, like a broken mix tape, stuck to repeat on the worst song existed on Earth. He’d finally gotten his way. Finally. And then he screwed up with time, and oh, how time had screwed him back.

He would’ve laughed, he think. But then it would come out bitterly. Sourly. Reflecting on the weigh that’s being tugged in his stomach as he recalled back on the way Eddie had grasped Iris’ hands under the table, blue eyes flicking in reassurances while Iris smiled, a certain kind of gentleness birthed in her expression. 

He could’ve had that. That could’ve been him.


They were happy. Eddie and Iris. They were. Barry knew that. Even… even with the knowledge in a world only known to him, that there was this tiny possibilities that they weren’t. Despite it all though, he sighed, mostly out of relief to be honest, as his hand slipped down the cheek that was once bruised, beaten down by a set of hard knuckles that he’d hoped on never meeting again. (He envied Eddie, sure, but that guy could be a good friend when he warrants to.)

He’s glad that it all worked out.

And it all thanks to―

“You were waiting for me?”

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