he stands like this in at least one picture from each event i swear

“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all…I hope you guys will like it

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-…And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means…No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and…of course it made every news papers’ headline…uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family…

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very…full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard…then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way…And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process…Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids…

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden…

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)…There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce…Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually…though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people…) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit…territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you…). 

That guy…That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

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#librarynerd by yodasyoyo | 7k | T

“I’ll likely get far more done in  the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen–”

“My–My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly.  “You know.”

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In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look  at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay… even though he doesn’t  actually speak Spanish.

(Don’t) Work Your Magic by Saori | 6k | T

Stiles is the Hale pack’s emissary in training. He’s good at what he does, and ninety-nine percent of the time he knows what he’s doing. He does. Too bad that one percent is when he permanently links his soul to Derek’s.

Or, not quite a soulmate AU, but it kind of is, which is totally Stiles’ fault.

A Family Portrait In Soft Lightning by Fearful_Little_Thing | 4k | G

Everything was so much easier when  the kids were small. When the kids were small their problems had been small  too. Easily fixed by hugs or hot chocolates, with kisses to boo-boos and ten  minute time outs when they misbehaved.

Now things aren’t so simple and  the problems aren’t so small.

Derek and Stiles love their kids.  It’s just that raising two delinquent teenagers is a lot harder than it  looked.

Adderall and All by IronRoseWriter | 4k | T

From the prompt: Derek can smell amphetemines on Stiles thanks to his  Adderall, but because no one ever thought to sit him down and say “Hey so  Stiles has pretty severe ADHD” he just thinks Stiles does drugs. Cue a super  judgemental misunderstanding.

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And After All by red_crate | 5k | T

The world fucking ended while Stiles was clear across the country from his  dad. He trekked that distance on his own, surviving the elements, fighting  monsters and scavengers. Stiles rescued a goddamn werewolf who ended up  saving him in return.

Blue Eyes by KFlynn | 4k | T

It had all begun with Stiles slowly driving his Jeep along the road, in  the direction of his home…..

or the story where Stiles finds a wolf Derek, takes him back home and  cuddles with him, only to wake up with naked human Derek the next morning;  then they have breakfast and an important talk where they both realise that  they’re in love with each other.

Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark by Nerdy_fangirl_57 | 9k | T

After the whole ordeal with the nogitsune Stiles struggles with proving to  himself that he can be good again. He starts learning to control his spark in  hopes that he could be helpful to the pack once he manages to channel it’s  power. Everyone thinks it’s a great idea and are willing to help him anyway  they can, but Scott, Scott doesn’t see the point in it.

It’s not like Stiles’ tiny spark could ever be powerful enough to be an  actual asset to the pack.

Stiles just wants a chance to prove himself.

Charm Misdirect by froggydarren | 4k | T

There are only so many times that Derek will go along with Peter’s plans.  He swears there is a last one, and it’s pretty likely that this is it. Really,  it should have been the time when he almost got arrested, or some of the  times before.
 So when Peter asks Derek to be his wingman in Jungle, Derek says no. And  thinks that that’s the end of it.

He’s wrong.

Collision Course by grimmypuff | 5k | T

Roller Derby and Stiles Stilinski: a pairing that should not exist in nature. Add Derek Hale and somehow it works.

Come To My… by Gonardo | 8k | M

It starts out with Derek meeting a new group of people. One standing out:  Stiles Stilinski. So he may seen a little strange at first, but that’s  alright.

Then they are put together for a project. Derek catches feelings. Cue the  pining.

While Stiles looked at other guys objectively, he pretty much thought he  was straight. Boy he was wrong. Maybe he’s just dereksexual.

Can they figure out their feelings in time.

Defenses by inatshej | 10k | T

“Do you know the Molotov Cocktail  café near the station? I think their pastries are the best. We could go there  this weekend.”

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck. He’s proposed a date.

“Sure,” Stiles agrees easily with a shrug.

Immediate friendzoning.

But did he really get friendzoned just now? Can he get friendzoned when  they aren’t even friends?

Does that make them friends? It would be nice, actually-

god, he just feels so lonely at times.

Derek Hale’s Undercover Summer: How to Attract Your FBI-Partner in These 10 Short  Steps (While Also Killing Bad Guys) by the_problem_with_stardust | 4k | T

Written for jennysparkles’ awesome prompt: Derek wasn’t sure why, but if  his time busting the biggest smuggling- and drug-ring in Northern California  had the chance to become a book or a movie, it would be named ‘Derek Hale’s  Undercover Summer: How to Attract Your FBI-Partner in These 10 Short Steps  (While Also Killing Bad Guys)’. It was ridiculous, how killing people  bare-handed turned into a romantic comedy whenever he looked into Stiles’  eyes.

events  may be different than they appear by icarusinflight | 4k | T

The first time Stiles sees the couple, the hot dude is giving the gorgeous  girl a ride on his back through the main walkway of campus.
 It’s pretty dumb

it doesn’t stop him from feeling jealous of them

Feelings He Didn’t Know He Had by StaciNadia | 5k | T

Derek is absolutely not in love with Stiles.

Finding warmth in your arms (I’m not even cold) by Saori | 10k | T

When Stiles and his father move to Beacon Hills, they have to get familiar with new rules. Being a werefox, Stiles sticks out as a thumb in the small town, but thanks for his luck, he’s not the only one. He doesn’t expect that Kira and him will get close to the pack of ‘wolves whose territory they live in, so when they both fall in love with one, it takes him by surprise.

Or, Stiles and Kira are both werefoxes, recently moved into Beacon Hills. They quickly steal their way into the heart of the local werewolf pack.

For  If Dreams Die by veritas_st | 23k | M

“I had a dream about a boy last  night,” Mischief says through a mouthful of pancakes.  His dad points  the spatula at him and he swallows before he says anything else.  “His  name was Derek.  He called me Stiles.  I want to be called that  from now on.”

Forever Young by thegirlnamedcove | 12k | T

“What do you want Laura?” he  groaned, “Why am I up?”

“Because you’re going to pack a bag with whatever’s clean and come with me  back to California,” she fished a folded page out of her back pocket and  handed it over, “Someone is on our territory with a vendetta in mind.”

He accepted the paper and opened it up, smoothing it against the side of  the mattress. It was a picture, printed out from an email, of a deer with a  spiral carved in its side.

Fuel  a Fantasy by Delightful_I_Am | 19k | T

Let it never be said that Stiles wasn’t able to keep his cool when faced  with awkward situations. It’d be right maybe, but it should never be said.

 Stiles gasped and spun around,  eyes finding Derek immediately. The poor guy looked a bit shell-shocked.

 “Oh my god! Dude!” Stiles  flailed his arms and lunged forward, tripping a bit and catching himself on  Derek’s arms. “You have to fake date me!”

 “What?”

Hold the Cheese by sheerpoetry | 3k | T

Derek wasn’t sure how he’d gotten himself into this particular  situation. Sure, he’d gotten used to the pack in his space. But Stiles? He  hadn’t gotten used to Stiles.

Prompt:
 Fluff. Adorable Derek, maybe some pining, Stiles being his flailing, sassy  self. Lydia and Laura would totally be a power couple. Laura is an awesome  big sister. Stiles as a potential Emissary.

I got the first half, at least? ;) Hope you enjoy it!

How Long Will I Love You? by vaguelyobscene | 6k | T

Stiles is finally marrying his boyfriend of 8 years and Lydia makes a surprisingly  sweet offer on his wedding day, but she’s not the only one who seems  determined to make him cry today.

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Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter

Request: can you write an imagine with newt scamander where the reader compares herself so much to tina??? angst angst angst please!! your writing is astounding btw ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,156

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.

Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.

The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her.
No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.

It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.

Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.

You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.

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inspired by this post by @captain-snark i hope i did the idea justice!

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Derek swears someone is using his pool. He doesn’t have evidence, but things look slightly out of place when he gets back from his business trip. It isn’t really that noticeable and when he had Cora check on his place a few days ago, she said everything looked normal. 

It’s really just a feeling. A feeling that someone is using his pool. 

With a sigh, he shakes it off. It’s nothing, nothing substantial at least. He grabs his briefcase and suitcase and leaves the house for his business trip. It is always a drag going across the country to New York to deal with corporate. He has to put on his best suit and pack his other good suits, and then he has to somehow manage not to get too wrinkled on the plane on the way there, and it is a long flight from California to New York.

But this is what he chose to do. This is what he got his business degree for. He owns a bakery and now there is a corporation for it to make more bakeries, and really, he didn’t think his bakery would get this far. There are investors and CEOs to talk to now. He hates talking to people.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 15] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by gzboms

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluffy, THEN ANGST AND I AM SORRY

Warnings: Drug abuse, sexual abuse, animal abuse, swearing, blood 

If you have a problem with what happens in the chapter then please voice your concern. There is another warning that I won’t put down because it spoils the entire chapter, but if you are uncomfortable with what happened and don’t want to read this one or the next one with deals with similar subjects please let me know.

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Everything was calm after that. Almost two months had passed and Ji Yong was fully healed, a little scar on his shoulder. You were doing okay yourself. Mr. Kwon had managed to still teach you self-defense, although in a new location, your room. He would sit down as Daesung would teach you. There were days Mr. Kwon would sneak you out of your room and take you to the empty shooting range, where Seungri or Seunghyun would continue to teach you knife throwing. Other than that you didn’t have much to do. You’d reorganize your room twice a week just because. You’d take Gaho for walks too, varying combination of the boys by your side each time you went.

Ji Yong was constantly checking up on you. At first, you were annoyed, but it didn’t really bother you after a while. He’d show up in the morning, go to work come back and tuck you in. If you were lucky he’d have a frustrating day and cuddle with you for the night. At the same time though, when he was frustrated he would be stubborn and wouldn’t hold you until you woke up with him with his arms around you and his head tucked into your neck.

Today he was going out on a mission, so like normal, he came in and checked up on you. You were reading a book, laying down your elbows resting on the bed as you held the book up. Ai had curled up and settled right on your stomach, purring as he slept. You looked away from your book and turned your gaze to him. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. His black hair was swept back and his white button down shirt was a tucked in. His sleeves were rolled up and he wore gun holsters that rested on either side of his torso, guns loaded and waiting. You felt your heart beat faster and you swallowed hard.

You sat up slowly, letting Ai wake up and hop off your rising figure. A small smile appeared on Ji Yong’s face when he saw your reaction. You turned around to face him. You give him a sheepish smile and he just stands there for a second.

“Another mission?” You ask, you being the first to break the silence. He nods his head and goes over to you. He sits down the bed right next to you. Ai quickly climbed your lap and walk over to Ji Yong, settling half of his body on his leg and the other half on yours. You pet Ai, staring down at him while Ji Yong stares at you. You can feel his gaze but don’t do anything to draw attention to it.

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Would you date a feeder?

Jamie had never had much luck with dating apps before. He was handsome in his own sort of way, a regular height and build, but he had always carried an extra 30lbs on him during college and just never seemed to attract the guys he really liked. So, once he was finally out of college, in a good job and living in his own place, Jamie set about sculpting a body that would finally land him the man of his dreams.

Losing weight had been tough; a completely miserable experience of trying to continue working out when all he wanted to do was throw up, eating salads when he could see his friends tucking in to something delicious and getting up early every morning before work to head to the gym.

There was one perk about the gym however. Zac was one of the gym instructors there. About the same age as Jamie, tall, blonde with a short, fashionable haircut and the most perfect, slim, toned body Jamie had ever seen; whilst his stomach was flat, his pecs bulged out, making it difficult for Jamie to concentrate, but ensuring he never missed a workout.

‘Hey Jamie!’ Zac shouted, giving him a high five. Both of them were always the first in in the morning and it was usually Jamie’s favourite part of the day, watching the hot stud strut about and occasionally chatting to him. ‘Looking good. How much more to your target weight?’ he asked.

‘Another 2lbs and I’ve done it!’ beamed Jamie.

‘Great. Well done you. What do you want to do then? Tone up or…’ Zac continued.

‘Oh no!’ Jamie shot back. ‘The gym is not my thing at all. I’ll just be coming to maintain my weight then. It’ll be nice to eat some proper food again once I’m maintaining my weight.’

He chuckled. ‘Yeah, I can sort of tell it’s not your thing. How come you wanted to lose weight anyway? You weren’t exactly overweight before’, he stated. It was the first time Zac seemed genuinely interested. Usually it was always a light conversation whilst Zac zipped around preparing the machines, but today he had stopped and was looking at Jamie properly, waiting for his answer.

‘Um, well, I guess I’m doing it so I can get a few more dates. Gay guys don’t seem to like anyone with a bit of meat on their bones’, he chuckled.

‘So as soon as you get yourself a proper boyfriend, you won’t be coming here every morning at 6am?’ Zac chuckled.

‘No way!’ said Jamie, emphatically. ‘I’ll be lying in bed, looking forward to a nice bit of fried bacon for breakfast.’

The pair of them laughed and Jamie could swear he caught a soft, friendly look in Zac’s eye, as if he truly saw him for the first time.

About a fortnight later, Jamie stood on his scales at home. 140lbs at last. He had done it! To celebrate, Jamie downloaded a dating app and set up a profile with his new body on display. Maybe, at long last, he wouldn’t be a singleton to every event he had to go to.

Jamie was surprised by the amount of interest he got. By lunchtime there was a healthy stack of messages in his inbox. However, one message seemed to stand out from all of the others. There was no face on the profile, but the guy had the most gorgeous body (if it was really him, Jamie had to remind himself). More importantly, the guy was living close by. The profile didn’t give much away but confessed to him having a kinky side and wanting to explore this with the right guy. Jamie didn’t care what his kink was, he’d do any exploring with him that he wanted! And so, the pair began to exchange messages, generic and flirtatious, until Jamie only used the app to communicate with the mystery stud, hoping beyond hope that the profile was real. Finally, a couple of days later, the guy asked for Jamie’s face picture, sending him one in return. Jamie opened the message and gasped with shock to see Zac’s beautiful face staring back at him. Jamie couldn’t believe it. Had it really been Zac this entire time? Or was someone stealing his image? He immediately found a good picture of himself and sent it back.

‘Jamie?’ the guy messaged back.

‘Zac!’ Jamie texted immediately in response.

After laughing about chatting for so long and not recognising each other, they set up a date for that evening in town. Jamie couldn’t believe his luck. He was going on a real date with Zac! Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined landing a guy like this. He only had to look in the mirror to see Zac was so way out of his league. Why on earth would Zac be interested in him?

Insecurities aside, Jamie got ready and went for his date. His heart pounded out of his chest as he saw Zac already sat there in a booth waiting for him, both of them at least five minutes early.

‘Zac. Hey!’ Jamie said with modest enthusiasm, trying to seem cool.

The perfect gentleman, Zac stood up and greeted Jamie warmly, giving him a hug. Already Jamie couldn’t believe his luck, being embraced by the beautiful hunk. He could feel his whole body being enveloped by the warm, beautiful young guy. Zac stood there whilst Jamie sat down and got comfortable and only then sat down himself.

The conversation flowed easily, despite the fact that Jamie felt himself melting under Zac’s gaze, whilst trying not to stare at his muscular arms, stretching the fabric of Zac’s shirt. In his whole life, Jamie had never had a guy be so attentive to him. Zac laughed at every one of his jokes, offering to get him whatever he wanted.

‘I heard you reached your target weight?’ Zac asked, the first time he had mentioned the gym the whole time they had been there.

‘Yeah, 140lbs at long last’, Jamie said, feeling a little embarrassed of his body still, next to this gorgeous hunk of a man.

‘I hope that means you’re going to have some proper food tonight then?’ Zac asked, with a cheeky look on his face.

Jamie found himself ordering one of the greasiest meals on the menu, followed by a huge pudding. Zac seemed to be genuinely pleased for him. ‘You deserve it man. You worked hard in the gym. It’s about time you got to enjoy yourself’ he smiled, giving Jamie butterflies in his stomach. How was this perfect guy interested in him?

When the bill came, Zac scooped it up immediately and went off to pay, not giving Jamie any time to protest. When he returned, Jamie thanked him and offered to buy him a drink at a bar. Zac simply shook his head and asked Jamie if he would like to go for a walk with him instead. The pair got their coats and left, Jamie staring at Zac’s beautiful, peachy ass as he walked just ahead of him so he could hold the door open for him.

The park was fairly quiet, it was getting late. Jamie couldn’t believe it when Zac took his hand and walked with him through the beautiful gardens. It was too good to be true. Surely Zac couldn’t genuinely be interested in him?

At last, they came to a bench and sat down next to each other. They were sitting so close to each other that Jamie could smell his delicious aftershave and feel the heat pumping out his body. Zac lay a warm hand on Jamie’s leg. At that moment, Jamie would have done anything for him. Was it genuinely possible to fall in love with someone this quickly?

After Zac made a hilarious joke and smiled broadly with happiness at having made Jamie laugh so much, Jamie asked him, genuinely puzzled: ‘How are you still single?’

Zac looked a little awkward at the question and stopped looking at Jamie in the face. ‘Well, I’m looking for the right guy’.

‘You could have any guy you wanted!’ Jamie pointed out, laughing.

‘Ha, thank you. But, no. It’s not as simple as that. If I thought you’d say yes, I’d ask you out properly in a second. I think you’re wonderful. But, I have a few… kinks that most people would not like so much’, he muttered sheepishly.

Jamie couldn’t believe that Zac really wanted to date him. To be his boyfriend! But, there was something in the way. ‘Ah yes, the kinks!’ Jamie said enthusiastically. He’d been curious the entire evening to find out what they were. He’d already decided to go along with whatever it was, there was no way he was letting Zac go. ‘What are they exactly?’

‘Well, it’s a bit awkward really. I like to care for my guys. I like to keep them happy…’ he started.

‘Oh no, that sounds horrible!’ Jamie joked, immediately regretting it as Zac only smiled awkwardly, still trying to express himself. ‘Go on’ he coaxed. ‘I’m listening, I promise’.

‘Well, I like to keep a guy well fed. Overfed really. I like it when a guy gains weight – not muscle. Fat. What I really want is a guy I could pamper and cater for, watching him growing fatter for me’.

Jamie sat, slightly stunned. ‘How much fatter?’ he asked, trying to ascertain how strange Zac’s kink was.

‘It’s not really about that’ Zac sighed. ‘It’s more about the lifestyle. Keeping my boyfriend overfed and growing fatter, it’s not about reaching a target weight. I’d just like him to constantly be growing for me, however fat he ends up.’

Jamie pondered for a moment, trying to rationalise it in his head. Once he was over the shock, did it really sound that bad? Sure, he had been expecting some kind of foot fetish or a submissive streak, but this was… well, it was pretty weird, but not a deal breaker.

‘You think I’m a freak, don’t you?’ Zac sighed, sliding away from him on the bench.

‘No! No, I don’t’ Jamie countered, trying to decide whether he was lying or not. ‘I really like you Zac…’

‘But…’ Zac sighed, rolling his eyes and waiting for the inevitable.

‘No…what I was going to say was, I really like you, and if this is something you’re in to, I can give it a shot’.

Zac’s face lit up immediately at hearing the words and he reached out his hand to cup Jamie’s face, pulling him in for the best kiss he had ever experienced.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘It’s a big commitment. Your body would be changing quite a bit if we went out with each other properly’.

‘If it’s what you want; really, really want, then of course I would do it. I’d do anything for you’ Jamie whispered, feeling genuinely besotted with this guy.

Zac walked him home, still holding hands and left him with a goodnight kiss at the door. ‘I guess I won’t be seeing you in the morning at the gym’ Zac whispered into Jamie’s ear, his hands cupping his skinny waist.

‘No, you can cancel that membership of mine’ Jamie teased, delighted at the huge smile it put on Zac’s face.

‘I’ll do it first thing in the morning’ he smiled, kissing Jamie one last time before leaving him, smiling from ear to ear on his doorstep. Jamie went to bed feeling happier than he could ever remember himself being in his life.

The lie in the next day felt amazing. Jamie couldn’t get over his luck as he rolled over and already saw two flirtatious texts from Zac, lamenting about how much fun he had last night. Jamie felt so happy, he decided then and there to have the most fattening day that he could. He would gorge and eat like he had never allowed himself before. And so, whilst the guys texted back and forth all day, arranging their next date, Jamie set about experiencing all of the tasty delights he had been denying himself these last few months. By the morning of their next date, a couple of days later, Jamie was already back up 5lbs.

‘Hello there’ said a smooth Zac, leaning in for a kiss as he picked Jamie up from his front door. ‘Ready for the best date of your life?’ he asked, outstretching his arm to display his car, waiting to carry them both off somewhere. Zac opened the car door for him and jogged around to the other side to drive.

Zac took Jamie on a fantastic road trip, seeing the sights that Jamie had never got around to since he moved to the area. All day, Zac ensured that Jamie was well fed and likewise, Jamie was sure to accept any offer of food so that he could to show Zac how committed he was to indulging his kink, as well as his own appetite. By the time their date was over, Jamie’s gut felt considerably more swollen. Zac leaned in for a goodnight kiss, both of them still sat in his car. He placed his warm hand on Jamie’s thigh and kissed him with more passion that Jamie had ever felt in his life. He grinned as Zac pulled back slightly to stare into his eyes. Then he picked up Zac’s hand from his thigh and placed it on his swollen stomach, making Zac’s eyes widen with lust.

‘Is this what every date with you is like?’ Jamie asked.

‘Yes’ whispered a smitten Zac, allowing himself to gently rub the swollen belly.

‘Good, I’d hoped you say that’ smiled Jamie, kissing Zac goodbye one last time and getting out of the car to head back inside.

A couple of dates later and Zac was finally invited inside Jamie’s apartment. Jamie had been working hard on his overeating so that he looked a bit more to Zac’s taste by the time he had to get naked in front of him. When he’d stepped on the scales that morning, he saw he had already gained back 15lbs and the softness in his chest and lovehandles was already returning. Zac could barely take his hands off him by the time they were safely inside the house. He was leaning him up against the wall, kissing him passionately, pushing his groin in to him. Jamie removed his shirt for Zac to see him at last.

‘Wow’ breathed Zac. ‘You look bigger already’.

‘I am’ gloated Jamie, enjoying the effect he was having on Zac. ‘I’m up 15lbs since you told me what it is you like’.

‘I’m so glad I opened up to you’ smiled Zac, returning his eyes to meet Jamie’s after a lengthy survey of Jamie’s growing chubbiness. ‘In fact…’ he almost shouted, he was so excited, moving over to his bag and pulling out a little package, ‘…I bought you a little present’.

‘That’s so sweet’ Jamie said, flattered, pulling out a box of sexy underwear. ‘These are so nice!’

‘They’re a size ‘large’. I figured you could wear them for me when you grow this sexy little ass of yours out for me…’ he muttered, pulling Jamie’s sweat pants and underwear down from behind and cupping his buttocks in his large, warm hands. ‘Nice and fat… and…’ he leaned in closer and closer for another kiss ‘…round…and… beautiful’. Oh boy! Jamie couldn’t wait to grow fatter for him.

Within a month, Jamie had met all of Zac’s family and friends, paraded in front of them all by a love sick Zac. Jamie did the same, proudly showing off the hunk he was dating. Whenever they were out together, Zac would get Jamie whatever he wanted, happy to run around after him, opening his doors and helping him put on his coat. Jamie had never felt so special in his life and the pampering soon showed on his body, regaining the 30lbs he had lost within two months. His love handles were fully reinstated as were the soft nipples he thought he had left behind. His ass was getting its old, soft, bounciness to it again, only this time it had a hunk of a man who couldn’t keep his hands off it. They would spend hours at home during an evening, ordering take away, with Jamie tucking in to endless desserts afterwards whilst Zac caressed and loved his bulging stomach. Whatever food Jamie was in to, Zac would arrive with it the next day.

‘It’s my work Christmas party next week. I’d love for you to come along’ Zac asked, as they sat in his car, having just driven to a nearby take out place to settle one of Jamie’s cravings. ‘So I can show off my gorgeous, chubby boyfriend…’ he smiled, rubbing Jamie’s soft upper arm.

‘Sure’ Jamie agreed through a mouthful of food.

‘Could you do me a favour though?’ Zac asked, looking a little awkward.

‘Could you really go for it this week with your eating? I’d love for them to see just how big you’re getting’.

Jamie chewed, pretending to consider Zac’s request. ‘Well, maybe if you order me another round of fried chicken and an extra large soda’ he said, nodding back towards the take out place. Zac smiled, got up out of the car, readjusting his pants to hide his boner before he went back inside to order more food.

‘Jamie!’ one of the gym instructors, called Crystal, gushed at the Christmas party. ‘We’ve missed seeing you down at the gym. Where have you been?’

Zac was standing beside him rubbing his chubby ass from behind where no one else could see. ‘I’ve just been busy’ he said simply.

Zac led Jamie around the room where the gym staff were all having their Christmas party, his hand firmly holding on to his fattening boyfriend. At only 190lbs, Jamie was already the fattest person there by a mile. They sat down for their meal, Zac handing over extras from his plate for all the world to see as Jamie tucked in, gorging on all of the fattening foods. Later on they stood to the side of the bar as Ben and Ian, other trainers, came over to speak to them. They were a little more intoxicated now and more open to speaking their mind.

‘So how long have you two been going out now?’ asked Ian.

‘Four months’ Zac said proudly, circling Jamie’s ass with his hand from behind.

‘And are you coming back to join us at the gym in the new year?’ Ben asked Jamie directly, with a super-fast, discreet glance at Jamie’s belly.

‘Oh, no, I don’t think so. It’s not really my thing’.

Ben and Ian tried hard not to look at Jamie’s blossoming belly.

‘No, Jamie prefers cooking and less active stuff, don’t you?’ Zac continued. ‘The gym is a bit boring for you isn’t it?’

Jamie nodded, feeling Zac’s hand move up from his ass to tug slightly on the back of his shirt, straining the buttons slowly at the front as he stood there in front of Ian and Ben, who were still trying not to look. The effect must have been making Jamie’s belly very hard not to look at indeed.

‘You love food don’t you?’ Jamie continued. ‘You’re always cooking up something tasty in the kitchen’. Jamie just nodded, it wasn’t exactly true, but Zac seemed to be enjoying showing off his fat boyfriend so much. ‘I think you’ve probably undone all of the work you put in at the gym last summer, haven’t you?’ Zac asked, knowing full well that Jamie was a lot heavier than when he joined the gym in the first place.

‘Yeah…’ admitted Jamie, placing a hand on his stomach ‘…I have put on a fair bit recently’.

Zac couldn’t wait to get Jamie home that night and after a perfect hour of sex, the pair finally lay down, smooching.

‘You were fantastic tonight Jamie’ he cooed.

‘Thanks. I loved it, being shown off by you. It makes me look forward to next year’.

‘Next year?’ asked Zac, confused.

‘Well, when we go to the next Christmas party and I’m a lot fatter. Look at how much I’ve gained in the last four months’ he said, grabbing a roll of his fat and giving it a jiggle. ‘Just imagine what another full year of being with you will do to me’.

Zac’s cock was already upright again. He was clearly imagining it just like Jamie was.

Christmas was especially fattening with Zac catering to Jamie’s every need and the winter months passed with Jamie enjoying the excuse to laze around at home in the warm. By Spring he had made it to 230lbs with a full stomach on him that formed two clear rolls when he sat down. Zac lovingly took him out for new clothes, ensuring his boyfriend was always well dressed and comfortable.

‘Surprisingly, it wasn’t until Jamie started to get close to 250lbs that people started to stare as Zac was affectionate towards him in public. Jamie had a large, bulbous backside on him now that Zac could hardly take his hands off. When people would point, trying to be subtle, Jamie would notice and whisper to Zac: ‘I think they can see that you’re a feeder-type’.

Zac would then immediately look around for them, smiling and squeezing Jamie’s overfed ass. ‘Oh man, I hope so’ he would say, lust dripping from his voice.

‘We’re off to the beach with some of my friends this weekend’ Zac announced cheerily, a couple of months later.

Jamie grumbled. ‘Oh I dunno. I’ve never really liked the beach all that much’.

‘Oh, come on. What’s not to love?’ he asked stripping off his shirt and moving towards Jamie. ‘I’ll be half naked all day long and it means I get to take you out to buy you some nice new swimming trunks…’ Then he leaned in for a kiss. Zac always did know how to play him.

That weekend, Zac’s muscular friends tried not to stare as Zac helped a 260lb Jamie, take off his shirt and rub sun cream into his smooth body. Jamie chuckled to himself. Zac just wanted to show off his newly obese boyfriend again.

Throughout the day, Zac went back and forth collecting snacks for Jamie who sat there in all his fat glory, under the shade; the other young guys energetically running around playing volleyball and going in for a swim. Every couple of minutes, Zac would stare back lovingly at his fat boyfriend still gorging on the snacks and sodas he had been given.

Pretty soon they were celebrating their first anniversary, both of them more in love than they had ever been. Then, by the time their second anniversary was coming around, a very obese Jamie wondered how best to show Zac just how much he loved him.

Jamie was sat a breath-taking 330lbs, with lovehandles that dripped over everything that he wore. His man boobs rested on a flabby, spherical belly and his ass looked at least three times the size of Zac’s. He snacked all day long on treats but had never developed a truly gluttonous appetite to be able to eat huge amounts in one go; much to Zac’s disappointment. Jamie knew that he wanted to put that right with some epic style. Jamie had signed up for a pie eating contest near Zac’s gym, of all places. It was an annual event that attracted a huge amount of competitive eaters from around the area, as well as the odd glutton. Jamie spent an entire month secretly stuffing himself on massive quantities anytime Zac was at work, or working out at the gym.

‘Mmm, Jamie, you’re looking great tonight…’ Zac started, already exploring his huge body with his hands. ‘Are you growing faster than usual?’

‘No, I’m still the same’ Jamie lied. In reality, the massive feedings were having a huge impact on Jamie’s waistline. He went to bed each night more stuffed than ever, unable to eat as much when Zac came home, which gradually seemed to disappoint Zac.

The night before their anniversary and the big eating contest, Jamie didn’t eat a thing. Zac arrived home with loads of tasty treats for Jamie, ready to start off their anniversary in style. He’d taken the next day off from work, as had Jamie.

‘Thanks babe, but I’m not hungry tonight’ Jamie lied, his stomach in knots at the lack of food. ‘Oh, ok’ Zac mumbled, disappointed. They sat and watched a movie together, Jamie denying every offer of a snack or a drink that Zac made, taking himself off to bed early to try sleep off the hunger he felt.

In the morning, he awoke to the smell of Zac making a huge fried breakfast for him. His stomach lurched but then he remembered the eating contest today. He plodded downstairs and was greeted by Zac warmly. His huge meal was already plated up and ready for him.

‘This all looks absolutely lovely Zac’ he said, trying to take his eyes off the glistening bacon. ‘But I still don’t feel right. I don’t think I could eat it’.

Zac looked downhearted. ‘Oh, right. Are you sure you’re ok?’

‘Yeah I’m just not hungry’.

Ill-timed, Jamie’s stomach gave a huge rumble that echoed through the kitchen and Jamie’s mouth was watering so much from the smell of the food that he found he was constantly having to swallow his own saliva.

‘I’m not sure you’re telling the truth’ Zac said, concerned. ‘Is there something you want to tell me?’ he asked, taking his hand in his. Jamie shook his head. Zac simply sat back in his chair. ‘I’ve been waiting for this for the last couple of weeks. You haven’t been yourself lately. You want to lose weight don’t you? You think you’re too fat now, right?

Jamie didn’t know what to say. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

‘Would that be ok?’ he asked, just to see how Zac would react. He had always wondered how Zac would respond if he ever wanted to slow down the rate he was fattening up.

‘Yes. Of course it would!’ said Zac, taking his hand again. ‘I’m here for you, whatever you want’.

Jamie felt a huge rush of love flow through him and it was lucky that, at that moment, he just happened to glance up at the clock. The competition was in an hour! ‘Mind if we stop by your gym this morning?’ asked Jamie. ‘I’d like to take up a membership again’, he lied once more.

Zac drove him to the gym, stopping by the nearby restaurant where a huge crowd was gathering outside. ‘What’s going on?’ asked Jamie, pretending not to know and heading inside where Zac followed.

Inside, the crowd cheered as Jamie collected his entrance number and went up on to the top table along with the other guys, eager to get started. Zac looked at him from the back of the room, confused. ‘Just sit down’ Jamie laughed.

A minute later, all the contestants were in place, all ten of them. The guy on the microphone was introducing them all, until at last he announced Jamie.

‘And our local town resident who will be competing today is Jamie!’ The crowd cheered. ‘He’s a cookery lover who weighs over 350lbs!’ The crowd cheered, whilst Zac looked open mouthed. He didn’t know Jamie had put on 20lbs in the last month.

‘3…2…1 and GO!’ shouted the man on the microphone a few minutes later. Jamie tore into the pies with all of the hunger he had. Before he knew it, he was two pies down. He didn’t even look up at the crowd or glance to his side to see how his competitors were doing. He just kept on eating as much as he could. By the time he felt satisfied, he’d lost count of how many he had had. By the time he felt full, he could sense the guys either side of him starting to slow down. And by the time the half hour whistle blew, Jamie felt more stuffed than he had ever felt in his life. He looked down and saw his bloated stomach falling out of his t shirt and didn’t know if he would ever be able to stand upright again.

The man with the microphone announced the order the men had come in. Surprisingly, the other guy who was about Jamie’s size had come last, eating only eight pies. Gradually the man eliminated the men one-by one. Jamie’s heart bursting with delight as he wasn’t placed fifth, fourth and even third. Zac was going to be so pleased with him.

‘And the winner of this year’s pie eating competition is….by quite some considerable margin….JAMIE!’ The crowd blew up right in front of him. It had been years since some home-grown talent had taken the pie eating contest crown.

Zac flew up to the top table, whilst the staff cleared away the tables and the other competitors moved away. Then the large table in front of Jamie was carried off, leaving him sat there in his chair as the huge crowd gathered around him.

At that moment, Zac went down on his knee. ‘I’d been meaning to save this for tonight’ he said, over the noise of the crowd. ‘But I think now is the perfect moment’. He pulled out a small box and opened it up in front of Jamie, his mouth still covered in gravy. ‘Jamie. Will you marry me?’

Jamie was stunned as he sat there with his belly fat on show, a handsome hunk on his knees in front of everyone.

‘Yes’, he grunted, holding his hand out to help Jamie off the floor.

The whole room erupted once more as Zac stood up and leaned in for a huge, gravy-covered kiss, unable to resist just a little squeeze of Jamie’s overhanging belly on the way.

‘Smile for the camera!’ shouted a photographer.

SNAP. There in full colour, for everyone to see, was a fat, greedy Jamie with his beautiful feeder fiancé. What could be more perfect?

Papa Winchester - Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Title: Papa Winchester

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 3,529

Warnings: None really

Prompt: YN and Jeffrey met on season 1 of SPn where she played his daughter(the middle Winchester sister) and have been together ever since,they'r married with kids by now, and the fans (specially the cast who’s her family) always makes fun of that during interviews and pannels,but it’s always cute because Jeffrey likes to surprise them ,specially when the fans are involved,and they all love and are very supportive of their relationship

A/N: Thanks RLS for proofreading this!

“Oh and your husband totally got married to your daughter a couple years later, but no big deal!” Jensen said with a shrug and wave of his hand.

Jared chuckled next to him “I seriously thought he was gonna say this, and you know what would be even more creepy? Him being completely in character!”

“Absolutely! Oh and let’s not forget the whole zombies thing!” Jensen added with a playful grin as both he and Jared burst into laughter.

“Hey mom, dad married our sister and she made you a grandmother in the meantime!” Jared said in a deep voice, mimicking Dean as they chuckled “That would be one hell of a blooper, how the hell did you miss that chance?” he asked the older man who just shrugged.

“Don’t know, I was a little into character I guess.” Jensen shrugged “But oh, with Jeffrey visiting the set so often to see (Y/n) we are so going to do something with Samantha for next season!” he wiggled his eyebrows as Jared shook his head.

“Well, you guys really seem to have fun on set, don’t you?” the interviewer chuckled “But I think we all can understand you, I don’t think there is a single person I have personally met that watches Supernatural and doesn’t love them as a couple!”

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Let’s Talk This Out

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2982

Author’s Note: So, Mitch Week has been extended! I’ve written up this angsty fluff and I think it’s absolutely adorable! I hope you guys like it! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. I love her!



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Business and Pleasure - Part 6

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,456

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

The next morning you woke suddenly as the sun crept into the room, peeking out from behind the blue silk curtains. Where am I, you wondered in confusion. This definitely wasn’t your apartment, and it certainly wasn’t Wanda’s either. The moment you glanced at your hand, the ring glinting in the light, memories came flooding back to you. You were in James’ apartment, which was now yours too.

The events of the previous night washed over you almost like a wave. You had fought with James again. It had all been a misunderstanding. You had kicked Steve out. He probably wasn’t too happy about that, and you made a mental note to apologize to him once you arrived at the office later in the day. He couldn’t stay mad at you if you brought him food, after all. That reminded you. Where was James? He had slept on the couch last night, letting you take the bed. Was he still asleep?

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buy my love [one]

Note: thank you for putting up with all those drafts. after forty-seven years here it is in full un-edited glory. it’s different than how i originally pictured it, but i’m happy that it’s done. this will be multi-part, and they’ll be short. sometimes they won’t even be connected. also i usually put pictures next to my scenarios, but i’m going to discontinue doing that starting now and moving forward.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: smut, smut, and more smut, sugar mama au
Warnings: escort/prostitution, oral, semi-public
Word Count: 1722
Rating: NC-17/MA

Multi Parts: [one] [two] [three] **ongoing, to be updated as i write…**

Summary: It started in the bathroom of a club…

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Taehyung doesn’t expect a lot out of the latest networking event. It’s already two months into year four already, and so far he hasn’t scored a single internship, mentorship, apprenticeship, or a ship to moon so he could maybe die after disappointing his family for the last time. He’s generally not a bitter person, but it’s particularly off-putting to see all of his close friends make real progress towards their dreams while he flounders in some sort of weird, purgatorial, developmental hell. This was not at all how university was supposed to go. 

He fidgets in his seat as he rereads the texts Jimin sent him reminding him of the online statistics quiz due tonight at 11:59PM. 

[18:08] jimin: i know you didnt even start and its like 33 questions long

[18:08] jimin: it took me an hour to finish rip

[18:10] jimin: question order will probably be randomized but if u start and u need help lmk. good luck @ networking!

Taehyung is about 99% grateful for the reminder and offer from his roommate, so it’s with a guilty heart that he tries to squash the ugly 1% that wants to throw a tantrum about not needing a babysitter to finish the dumb quiz. 

Not good enough. No one says those exact words to his face, but they don’t need to - not when the world slaps him with a daily reminder through each rejection notice and unanswered call. It’s not like his current debt-to-income ratio isn’t depressing the hell out of him already. Graduation is approaching; he’ll probably enlist. And this would give him another two to three years worth of a grace period before he’s forced to tackle the biggest question of his life: now what?

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How the Paladins do New Years

Pidge: The Pyromaniac Potterhead

  • Has purchased roughly twenty boxes of fireworks and a box or two of crackers and convinced Matt to get them some roman candles for a light show.
  • Insists on watching all the Harry Potter movies throughout the day because it’s their tradition.
    • “C’mon didn’t you wanna light one of the fireworks?” “Gimme a minute, the nerd traditions wait for no one.”
  • Usually ends up standing behind someone taller so they don’t get impaled by a flying projectile.
    • “IT COULD HAPPEN ANY MOMENT NOW!”
  • Always shrieks at the top of their lungs when the clock strikes midnight to release the remaining stress from the year.

Hunk: The Safety Patrol.

  • Has five buckets of water on hand in case someone catches on fire with the sparklers.
  • Has the emergency numbers on sticky notes all over the place and in the most random places.
    • “Why’s the hospital’s phone number in the freezer?” “SOMETHING BAD COULD HAPPEN! THE FIRE DEPARTMENT’S IS IN THE PANTRY!”
  • Made most of the food on the buffet table himself and keeps making plates for everyone even after they’ve eaten too much.
    • “Hunk, I love your chili but I’m gonna puke if you give me a sloppy joe too.” “Aww, c’mon it won’t kill you.”
  • Will put party hats on any unsuspecting victim who wanders too close.

Allura: The Kiss Queen

  • Has already picked and planned where to corner her target just as the ball drops. She never fails to strike and she makes sure everyone is on edge for the entire evening.
  • Insists on playing party games but only suggests spin the bottle, pocky, and truth or dare. She’s usually satisfied if Apples to Apples is the default game.
  •  Will end up getting a little more than tipsy because she’s too excited for the new year.
    • “Allura, calm down a bit-” “No! I’m waiting for all the traditions and to blow off my New Years resolutions!”
  • Will most definitely have a hangover the next day but will try and play it off as the beginning of a cold.

Shiro: The Tired Caffeine Addict

  • Has had three espresso shots and two energy drinks in the last two hours and is starting to get worried about his intake, but there’s coffee ice cream so he’s not stopping.
  • Is pretty sure he can see sound when in reality it’s the fireworks going off and a combination of alcohol and coffee slowly making its way into his bloodstream.
    • “I think I need a hospital.” “What have you had to drink today?” “Everything.”
  • Ends up passing out on the couch for three hours with a blanket while cuddling his Christmas coffee mug only to be woken up in time for the clock to change. He promptly goes back to sleep after everyone demands a speech.
    • “Woo. New year, new me, and all that jazz, everyone shut up so I can sleep.”
  • Ends up trudging around mindlessly because he feels sick and just wants the light to shut up and the sounds to stop turning into colors.

Lance: The Resolution Breaker

  • He doesn’t even wait for the clock to strike before he’s given up on all his New Years resolutions, but will always hold his friends to theirs.
    • “I thought you said you were gonna go jogging every day?” “I lied, now shut your quiznak and focus on your book.”
  • Will stand in the corner for a while just to calm down because he just realized the new year is starting and that means classes are starting again and the stress level is rising.
  •  Has already composed a list of ideas for the New Year but threw them out because he knows he won’t stick to them and he doesn’t want to explain them to anyone.
  • Is insistent that everyone get matching t-shirts or necklaces to symbolize their friendship for the New Year and ends up making them himself.

Keith: Living in Last Year

  • Spends an hour pointing out that the year they’re coming out of wasn’t horrible, and that it’s just hyped up to be a devastating thing so people are excited to move into a new year. Nobody listens.
    • “This was a good year, I think it’s the people who make a year great, not the events.” “Nice, pass the salsa.”
  • Will scream and latch onto the nearest person if a firework is louder than he expects it to be but insists he just tripped on something.
  • Will keep writing the date for the last year and then screams in frustration because he finally starts getting it right around October. Then he has to start all over again.
  • Has written a sappy letter to each of his friends thanking them for putting up with him for another year and just shoves it at them and walks away cuz he doesn’t know what else to do.
    • “Aww, HEY KEITH THANKS!” “Uh, um, yeah no problem.” “YOU’RE AMAZING TOO AND ONE OF THE BEST PEOPLE I KNOW!”

Coran: The Attempted Trend Setter.

  • Has planned out nearly twenty outfits he’s been trying to make catch on, but honestly just looks like he’s going to a convention or a costume party.
  • Insists that oversized jackets, goldfish crackers, and large oddly shaped glasses are going to be the next big thing.
    • “I swear! I know this is going to be the fashion statement for this year!” “I’m not wearing goldfish crackers in my hair.”
  • Usually sets himself on fire with the sparklers at least three times before moving onto the firecrackers.
    • “I don’t mean to interrupt anything but I appear to have caught my pants on fire for the fifth time. Some assistance would be most appreciated.”
  • Has taken pictures of everyone since the beginning of the year and hands out collages of how much they changed and progressed since the beginning of the year and insists on one more group photo before the clock hits midnight.

That’s all I have so far! Which one are you most like? Feel free to add [please don’t repost] and HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You Left Me- Calum Hood

Originally posted by digmedownmendes

“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now I see what I should’ve from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And now I’m leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)

So this is a long one….just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy…Also this gif is so cute….

You have never really done PR relationships before. As a pretty well known model, of course you’ve been asked to before, but the most you’ve done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a PR date, you’ve never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did that even work anyway? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know who the guy was that you were supposed to “date”. All that you knew was that he was a famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about. Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.

All of that was about to change however, because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to meet your new “boyfriend” for the next three weeks.

You walked into the conference room, where the final arrangements were going to be met.

“Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I’m Cal’s manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly.” A man in a suit said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sat down while your managers talked, beginning to finalize everything while you waited on “Cal”. They were speaking legal jargon, so you didn’t really catch much of what was said. All you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short for something. What could it be short for anyway?

Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain, happiness, uncertainty, sadness…

“Calum?” You said standing up. “That’s what ‘Cal’ is short for?! You’ve got to be kidding me! No! I…I can’t do this…” You stormed out of the room.

Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm in the hall.

“Y/n? You’re the model? What? How?”

“What never thought I could be a model?”

“Don’t say that…you know I have never thought that”

“Well I don’t know Calum, I truly don’t  know how you ever thought of me. It’s not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?”

“Hey, you left me!”

“And why was that Calum!? You got caught up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn’t even recognize! Someone who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left? You didn’t need me. You never needed me.”

He shook his head. “Y/n I-”

“We didn’t know you two had met previously” Calum’s manager said.

“Look, despite the obvious tension here, Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I’m sorry we weren’t aware of any previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few weeks. Agreed?”

You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched his jaw.

“Fine” You both muttered.

“Alrighty then. Well we have your first date planned for next week, we’ll send you both the details”

And with that they were gone, and you both were left alone.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t even. This will be all over soon, and we’ll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?” You said, walking out towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.

******

Sure enough a few days later you received a text message.

Mario’s Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.

Well that was short and to the point. Oh well, guess you really didn’t need to know much more. You decided to go shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights “date”. Ugh. You weren’t looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t look your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.

The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.

“Who are you and what have you done with Calum?”

“I thought you’d like them…” He said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the roses.

“If you’re trying to kiss and makeup it’s not gonna work Cal” You said, trying to ignore him. He continued standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. “Thanks”

“Of course” He said sitting back down.

“You’re early”

“Well I couldn’t be late now could I?”

“Never seemed that way before”

You were interrupted when the waiter came to your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn’t speak much until your food arrived.

You had just started eating when Calum cleared his throat.

“Hey smile would you?” He asked you.

You looked up and saw his phone out, camera pointing straight towards you.

“Instagram?” You asked instantly smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn’t.

“Snapchat actually”

You frowned. “Please tell me you did not put a filter on my face”

He just smiled and shrugged.

“Calum I swear-”

“You’ll have to check yourself”

You sighed and pulled out your phone. You checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.

“Wow…actually a good picture…”

He chuckled.

“What?” you asked, as he continued laughing.

“You follow me on snapchat?”

“What? Of course. I added you a few days ago, we’re supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You didn’t notice?” This was half true. The snap account you were using was more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public accounts, you added him recently.

“Oh.” He said, not fully believing what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never change.

“Your turn” You said, quickly switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone.  Unlike him, you weren’t feeling as kind. You quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.

“Done?” He asked as you set your phone down.

“Let me see”

“No. Guess you’ll just have to look yourself”

He rolled his eyes but checked his phone anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with the caption 'this date is out of this world’.

“Cheesy as ever”

“You follow me on snap?” You teased.

“Of course. Always have followed you on everything Y/n. I’m surprised you didn’t notice” He raised his hand for the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta, side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it. You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture, then he smiled.

“Ready to go?”

You simply nodded.

He insisted on walking you home, despite yourself you agreed.  Thank goodness you weren’t far.

You reached your building when he grabbed your hand.

“What?” You asked.

“Y/n I have to tell you-”

“Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night was good so just leave it at that!”

“No I can’t. I have to tell you.”

“Cal-”

“Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me like that. That’s not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized that right away. I was so stupid…”

“You didn’t even call or anything Calum. How sorry could you have been? I’m still convinced you never even loved me. That what we had meant nothing and-”

“You deserved better. Far better than me. I’d hope you’d find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with me…”

You turned your head, feeling the tears coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your face, turning your head so you looked at him.

“And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I still love you. There’s no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I fucked up once before and I can’t let anything like that happen again”

“What are you trying to say Cal?”

“I don’t want to have a pretend anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I promise I’m not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be. Just one chance…that’s all I ask…”

You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, so full of love and fear of rejection.

“I better not regret this…” You said, bringing his lips to yours.

**********

That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia

Party Girl (Part Five): Cake

A/N: You can thank my boss for letting me out early today. Speaking of work, I’ve decided that if I don’t get feedback on this then I’m not continuing. I work over 50 hours a week so it takes a lot of time and effort to write this and I’m not going to if I’m not getting any response. Sooo yeah. Also, I don’t like Tyler Down. At all. So if you do then you might not fuck with this.

Part Four 

***

Sunday rolled around rather quickly. The idea of being around your mother’s friends and a bunch of toddlers was not an exciting one. Luckily, you’ve managed to talk both Sheri and Jessica into coming over today. This way you would not be completely alone in the suburban torture that’s about to take place. The three of you are holed up in your bedroom while you finish getting dressed.

“Your mother really takes this birthday party stuff seriously huh?” Jessica mumbles.

You pause applying your mascara in order to give her a pointed look.

“Have you met my mother? Everything is a major event.”

“I can’t wait for your birthday then.”

“Oh Y/N doesn’t have birthday parties.” Sheri informs Jessica, “Hasn’t had one since we were like, what, 11?”

“12 and I do but I just keep it to family.” You defend.

“Why? Your mom would probably let you through a kick ass party if you wanted.” Jess asks.

“Probably but I don’t want one. Not with everyone here. Can you image my mother and the guys all in the same room? It’d be a mess.”

Ya know what? Good point.” Sheri laughs.

“Besides, Bryce has a party like every weekend. I just whine about my birthday for one and he buys me my own bottle.” You smirk.

“Shit but at what cost?” Sheri grimaces.

“For my birthday? None, thank god.” You mumble.

“Sure there’s nothing there?” Jess asks as she lays out on my bed.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You grimace as you grab a pair of leggings from your dresser.

“He’s definitely tried it though hasn’t he?” Jess presses.

“Ew of course,” You reply as you pull the leggings on, “but I shot his ass down so fast.”

“Obviously. Despite being a baseball player, Bryce isn’t much of her type.” Sheri smirks. 

“Oh fuck off baseball players are not my type.” You scoff. 

“Really? Brad?”

“We drunkenly kissed once during a game of suck and blow. That doesn’t count for shit!”

“Jeff,” Jess adds in.

“He’s fucking Jeff Atkins. He’s everyone’s type.” You roll your eyes.

“Montgomery?” Sheri asks slyly.

“Monty?!” Jess’ eyes look like they’re ready to pop out of her head. 

“Seriously Sheri?” You sigh. 

“You and Monty?” Jess asks.

“Hardly.” You roll your eyes.

“If you don’t start spilling details right now I swear I’ll text him about it myself,” Jess warns.

“It was last year. We hooked up. No big deal.” You shrug. 

“Hooked up like kissed or hooked up like fucked in one of Bryce’s spare rooms?” Jess presses.

“Jesus, we had sex ok? Is that enough for you?” You laugh.

“Um no actually! I had no idea you and Monty were a thing! This is ground breaking.”

“Ground breaking my ass. It was a one-time thing.” You roll your eyes.

Sheri shoots you a look from her place on your bed. 

“Ok, a two-time thing but it’s not something to lose your shit over." 

"Twice?!” Jess looks shocked. 

“Sometimes I’m horny when I’m drunk. Sue me.” You laugh. 

“Why the fuck haven’t I heard about this before?” Jess asks.

“Believe it or not, Monty can keep his mouth shut." 

"When it’s beneficial for him at least.” Sheri snickers. “I bet he’s waiting for a chance to get in there again.”

“Can you not use the words ‘get in there’ in reference to my vagina?” You laugh. 

“Are you going to give me the details or am I gonna have to beg for them?” Jess presses.

“You can have details,” her smile widens at your words, “when the party is over.”

Her smile drops and she rolls her eyes. 

“Fine but I want real details. A full fucking play by play. Down to positions.” She insists.

Before you have a chance to reply there’s a knock on your door. Without thinking about your wardrobe consisting of only a bra and leggings, you pull open your door and almost instantly regret it. On the other side of the door stands Tyler Down, camera in hand, looking as embarrassed as ever. His eyes jump from your breast to Sheri and Jess, back to your breast before finally resting on your face. His face is even redder if it’s possible.

“What Tyler?” You snap.

“Y-Your mom told me to uh tell you to be downstairs in ten minutes or she’s uh coming and dragging you down there. Her words not mine of course.” He struggles to get the words out.

“Thank you, Tyler.” You smile slightly.

He didn’t reply or make any move to leave your doorway, instead, his eyes traveled back down to your chest.

“They’re just boobs Tyler. You’ll see some again eventually.” You roll your eyes. 

“Probably on a computer screen.” Jess giggles.

“See you downstairs.” You say before closing the door. 

“I can’t believe he’s in your house right now.” Jess laughs.

“His mom’s best friends with my mom. There’s nothing I can do about it, unfortunately.” You mutter. 

“You realize he’s definitely going to jerk off to you topless now right? I’m surprised he didn’t take a picture to save for later.” Sheri grimaces. 

You frowned at the thought. It wasn’t that you hated Tyler. The two of you were close once. You were an awkward child and your mother’s overbearing nature did not make it easy to make friends. Tyler was an easy friend to make. His parents moved into the house next door when you were five. Your mother’s bonded over whatever the hell mother’s bond over and the two of you were forced to be in the same space. By the end of the first play date, the two of you considered each other as their best friend and it stayed like that for a while. As time passed the two of you grew apart. He didn’t like your new friends and you didn’t like sitting around his house when you could be having fun.

The interactions between the two of you now are uncomfortable. You try and make casual conversation with him but it usually doesn’t get you very far. He tends to either ignore you or speak in stuttered sentences that make no sense. Your mother’s trying, and failing, to play matchmaker with the two of you definitely doesn’t help the awkwardness between the two of you.

You pull a shirt on and give yourself one more glance in the mirror before you walk to your door.

“Alright, let’s get this over with before my mom loses her fucking mind.”

The three of you walk downstairs to find your house full of young children and suburban moms. Your mother is making her way towards you before you even reach the bottom of the staircase.

“Glad you could make it to your own sister’s birthday party.”

“Sorry, mom. You know how I get when I’m getting ready.” You reply.

“Yes well, I’d like the three of you to go play with the kids please.”

“Mom,” You begin to groan.

“Y/N it is your sister’s big day and I would appreciate it if you acted like a supportive member of this family.”

“Fine,” You force a smile on your face, “I’ll go play games with the kids. But you can’t make my friends do it if they don’t want to.”

“Oh don’t even worry about it!” Jess smiles at your mother sweetly.

“I’m totally down to play some games. I mean, who’s here that we need to impress?” Sheri adds in.

Your mother smiles happily and walks away to continue speaking to guests.

“I hate both of you.” You grumble.

“Shut up and let’s go play some games.” Jess smiles.

***

An hour later your mother finally decides to end your torture by calling everyone together so your sister can open her presents. Getting a house full of kids and adults together in one room is a 20-minute process itself. Actually opening the presents takes almost another half an hour. The number of presents your sister received is amazing to you. No five year old needs this much stuff.

By the time singing happy birthday comes around, you’re ready for your house to be cleared of its guests. Your sister is sitting at the dining room table with all of her friends around her. Jess, Sheri and yourself have made a spot for yourselves in the back of the room. Everyone is halfway through singing happy birthday when you hear knocking at the front door.

“I’ll be right back.” You whisper to Jess and Sheri but both are too busy singing to hear what you have to say.

You’re not surprised someone in your family is this late to the party. Your father’s family tends to have an issue sticking to an actual time frame. Last year your uncle didn’t show up until the end of your birthday dinner. You didn’t really mind but your mother was not happy about it at all. While he’s not nearly as late as before, you have a feeling show won’t be happy about his late arrival this year either. However, when you open the door it’s not your uncle you find on the other side.

Instead, you find Jeff Atkins.

It takes a moment for the image to register in your mind before you can say anything.

“What are you doing here?” You blurt out.

“It is your sister’s birthday isn’t it?” He asks.

“Well yeah,” you shuffle from one foot to the other, “but that doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“I’m here to wish her a happy birthday.”

He says it casually. As if he’s been to every one of your sister’s birthday parties since she’s been born. You’re still processing the situation when he takes a step closer to you.

“Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to yell happy birthday from your porch?” He smiles.

You can only nod slightly and move out of his way. That’s when the reality of the situation hits you. This is Jeff Atkins. Jeff Atkins is in your house right now.

“How do you even know where I live?”

“I dropped you off here once remember?” He replies.

The muddled memories of you embarrassing yourself resurface and a blush rises to your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that.” You mumble.

“So where’s the birthday girl?” He questions.

“Probably up to her eyeballs in the cake.” You nod your head in the direction of the dining room and motion for him to follow.

When you get to the doorway you see that cake has already begun being passed out. Your sister has frosting all over her face but she looks content as ever.

“Dude why didn’t you tell us your mom can bake this good?” Jess says as she makes her way towards you. Her mouth forms a smug smirk as her eyes lay on Jeff. “Well, hello there Atkins.”

“Hey, Jessica.” He smiles.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sheri walking over with a piece of cake in hand. She wiggles her eyebrows slightly when the two of you make eye contact and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Hey, Jeff.” Sheri smiles widely.

Before he has a chance to reply Jess cuts in.

“Hey, Sheri can you run upstairs with me real quick? I can’t find my phone and I don’t want Alex to think I’m ignoring him.”

“Oh yeah totally.” Sheri nods.

Jess sends a wink in your direction as she moves past you. The two of you stand there in silence for a moment.

“Want some cake?” You ask abruptly.

“Sure. I love cake.”

You lead him further into the dining room where your mom is passing out pieces of cake.

“Hey, honey, who’s this?” She questions immediately.

“This is Jeff. He’s,” you pause slightly, “a friend from school.”

“Well, it’s very sweet of you to come today.” She smiles.

“No problem. Birthdays are important, especially for little kids.” He replies.

“Exactly! Maybe you can explain that to Y/N.” She goes to hand him a piece of cake but pauses when she notices that gift bag in his hands. It’s the first time you’ve noticed it as well.

“You did not have to buy her anything.” You tell him.

“What kind of monster comes to a birthday party empty handed?” He laughs.

“Let me grab her so she can open it.” Your mother smiles.

It’s only a minute before your sister is standing in front of the both of you. She’s holding her hands behind her back as she shifts from foot to foot.

“Who’s you?” She asks shyly.

“I’m your sister’s friend. My names Jeff.” He bends down to her level and gives her a warm smile, “I heard it’s your birthday today. Is that right?”

She smiles widely and nods enthusiastically.

“I guess I should give you this then.” He hands over the gift bag.

It takes less than a minute before the bag is torn open and she’s screeching in excitement.

“Oh my goodness! It’s Moana’s necklace! Mommy, it’s Moana’s necklace!” She yells.

“I see that sweetie! How exciting. What do you say?”

“Thank you so so much! I love it like this much.” She holds her hands out as far apart as they can go.

“I’m happy you like it.” He laughs.

“It’s the most perfectest thing ever! I have to go show my daddy.” She goes to run out of the room but turns back around quickly. She wraps her tiny arms around Jeff’s neck and squeezes tightly. She places a small frosting cover kiss on his cheek before running away yelling about it being the best birthday ever.

“I guess jewelry is the way to a girl’s heart.” Jeff laughs slightly as he wipes the frosting off his cheek.

“For some.” You joke.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to figure out other girls.” He says.

The two of you hold eye contact for a few moments before you force yourself to look away. You look over to your mother to find her watching the two of you with a faint smile on her face.

“Oh! You two wanted cake right.” She says. She quickly hands the two of you a piece.

“This might be the best cake I’ve ever had,” Jeff told her after his first bite.

“Really?” She blushes.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Even your mother can’t keep it together in his presence.

“Absolutely,” he turns to you slightly, “don’t tell my mom.”

“Your secrets safe with me.” You reply.

The rest of the party is much more of the same. Jess and Sheri leave with a simple wink and thumbs up from across your living room. To your horror, your mother forces you to continue playing with the children. Thankfully, Jeff swallows his own pride and joins in as well. By the end of the party, you’re absolutely exhausted. There are a couple of your parent’s friends lingering in the house still. The children have migrated to your sister’s bedroom where they can play more freely.

“I’m gonna have to get going,” Jeff tells you after helping you pick up some of the toys in the living room.

“You didn’t even have to show up today, never mind stay this long. You can go.” You laugh.

“I feel bad leaving you to clean this up.”

“Oh please,” You scoff, “My mom is a total neat freak. She’ll have this place spotless before eight o’clock tonight.”

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Jeff, go home.” You insist.

He doesn’t move any and you sigh.

“I swear dude. You can go. It’s not even that much.”

He nods slightly and begins heading towards your front door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then I guess.” He says once he’s outside.

“Well, we do have a class together so I think you have a pretty good chance.”

“Right.” He pauses for a second, “So yeah see you.”

“See you tomorrow, Jeff.”

You close the door softly once he’s off the porch. You smile as you think about the day.

“Jeff Atkins?” The voice startles you slightly, “I thought you liked your guys a little douchier than that.”

You turn around and find Tyler with his camera still in hand.

“Fuck off Tyler” You roll your eyes and shove past him.

Once you’re in your room you allow a full smile to take over your face. Quickly grabbing your phone from the charger, you ignore all your notifications and go to the most important name on your phone.

Y/N: You’re not gonna believe this!

Kit Kat 🍫: Bitch I’m ready. Spill.

Tripping Over the Blue Line (9/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.


Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Happy (pre)season! Henry’s going to stick around for awhile, Roland Locksley knows more about hockey than anyone else in this story and Emma can’t stop texting Killian. As always, I am constantly thankful for @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan, who are are all just a goddamn delight. 
Living on Ao3, FF.net and tag’ed up on Tumblr as well. 


She’d told Henry.

She hadn’t meant to.

If it had been any other situation or any other kid, Emma probably wouldn’t have said anything. She’d have kept those memories and experiences and a very distinct string of never-ending disappointments pushed under metaphorical lock and key like they always were. She never told anyone that kind of stuff.

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Day 24: Stop to see Stars

When they are kissing it feels like the earth stops moving, and truly it just might be.

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prompt: Stars

Baz

I look around, trying to find a known face. Although I just end up finding fake smiles, cold stares, and strangers. Almost strangers, I know their name and faces; either because they are part of the Old Families or they are part of the Coven or some influential wizard, but no one I know. There’s a slight feeling of relief, no one of Watford is here note even the Mage; but not enough. Every person involved in this war is present in this event and here I am with Simon Snow.  Looking like he has never worn a suit in his life -which is not true, I’ve seen the stupid picture he has with Wellbelove in one. Looking around like an idiot. Looking as bloody beautiful as humanly possible. I take a sip of the drink in my hand, and he catches me staring.

“You are staring Baz.” And he throws me a smile, and drinks from his drink. I roll my eyes and look away.

Since yesterday, since the fire incident, since the kiss(kisses) he has been rather flirty. It almost feels like a punishment, until he kisses me again. I take long sip to my drink to the thought.

A few minutes with me attempting to not look back at him, until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and find a red-faced boy. “Baz”

“What do you want, Snow?” He frowns at me.

“Simon.” I roll my eyes again,

“Crowley, I-“ He steps forward and takes my hand. My heart stops, he looks at me with those big blue eyes and it takes every part of me to pull away, “We are not doing this in a public place, Simon.” I murmured, looking away from him. If I do I feel I just might give up. I just might send everything hell and let him kiss me. I feel him trying to grab it again.

“Basilton.” I pull away immediately, and change my expression to turn to see my father standing walking toward us.  “You remember William?” He raises an eyebrow, and gives me a suspicious look.

I ignore him and shake William’s hand. “Of course, it’s a pleasure to see you again Sir.

“The pleasure is mine Basilton, you are quite the man now.” He pads my shoulder friendly.  I take a step back to present Simon, but William notices him and his faces almost light up.  “Simon Snow, the Mage’s Heir right?” I see him tense up at the title. “Willam Watkins.” He extends his hand, with a big smile on his face. Snow finally lets go of my shoulder to his hand. “Oh what a strong grip!” William laughs alone. He laughs exactly like you imagine a man like him laughing, loud and strange. All of his round body shakes,  his small eyes disappear, and his mouth looks too big for his small circular face. I almost feel my father roll his eyes. He is my father’s associate and the closest thing I’ve met to a friend to my father, but they couldn’t be more different.

Snow pulls back his hand awkwardly, he looks up my father. “Mr. Snow good to see you are finally accompanying us tonight.”

“It’s good to be here…Sir…” Snow takes a step back, unsure.

“Malcom!” Someone calls from afar almost excited, I almost believed it. My father excuses himself and leaves, I sigh relieved but William stays. No one says anything else.

I wonder what the bloody hell was in my head to bring him here. Probably the same nonsense I had when I agree to work with him to find my mother’s killer.

“So, you two are friends?” William finally speaks or rather mocks.

I glare at him as if he just killed someone. “No,” I reply fast, maybe too fast. I feel Simon´s disappointed stare. “We are only classmates.”

“They are doing a project, isn’t that right?” A gives me a look, like he knew.

Simon stares at his feet, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “Right.” He answers without any type of excitement. He frowns, “I…I need to leave.” And he does, even before I consider stopping him. Instead, I just stare at the door he just crossed.

“Aren’t you going for him?” He gives that look again.

I frown at him, “Why should I? I am not his babysitter, neither I am his friend to-” He starts laughing, I prepare an excuse to leave when he cuts me again.

“No, you aren’t.” Now he is not only looking at me like he knows, but smiling too, “But you sure are someone to him, aren’t you?” I open eyes surprise.

I don’t know. Am I? “I am not-“

“And he sure is someone to you.” I stay quiet, “You two look like your mother and father.” He laughs, softly this time.

“I’m sorry what?” I look at my father, talking with a man and his wife and I see nothing I ever want to be in him.

“Neither of them wanted to admit they loved each other at first, they were always looking one up each other. It was truly a pain in the ass,” In his eyes, there was light of nostalgia. “ Until one night, Natasha stopped the rotation of the earth just to invite your father to stargaze. Malcom insists she only did it to show off, and still that was the night of their first date, and you of course already know how that tale ended.” He points out at me.

I clench my fists.  I look at my father again. I try to imagine him in this situation. I try to imagine my mother in this situation. I try to find a scenario in which either would be proud, or at least agree with my actions.

But I fail.

I take one last glance to my father “I’m sure the party won’t miss you.” He jokes.

“I’m sure it won’t.”

***

I find him sitting on the side of the building on the ground. Looking up to the sky.

“Sno-“ I correct myself, “Simon.” He doesn’t answer. I sigh and sit next to him. “I swear, you are child” He still doesn’t look at me. I turn my attention to the sky. It just happened it’s up in a mountain and the sky is free from the light of the city. Instead is showered in the silver moonlight and sprinkle with stars.

I take his hand before I regret it. He finally looks at me, and I have to turn away. I can’t believe what I am about to say. “I want to give it to you…” I whisper.

“What?” He takes my hand back.

I sigh and squish his hand. “This. Or whatever it is, or what it will be.”

He cups my face in with free hand. My skin is burning under his touch, and my soul under his eyes. I want to stay here, where I can kiss him, where I can count every freckle in his face, where I can kiss every and each one of them.

And he kisses me.

My body is struck by lightning, the electricity runs through it as Simon pushes his lips into mine, pulls my hair, bites my lips.

I pull away abruptly. I look around and notice something. The clouds and stars are not moving anymore. I tried to laugh, “We stopped the Earth…” The magic still runs through my body, I’m breathing heavily, not only I hear the beating of my heart but his. I turn to find Simon in my same state, and I wonder if I have my eyes bright and alive like his.

When I Look Into Your Eyes (Connor Murphy x Reader) [Soulmate AU]

A/N: hey all! here with a new fic! I know for sure that tomorrow and thursday will be days that i can’t post so just giving you all a fair warning. tomorrow i have an afterschool thing and then head over to tech. and on thursday i’m going to see BMC (i’ll post pictures of set and stuff on friday). anyway, requests are open and love you all!

TW: use of pot, swearing. that’s it.

It’s annoying to say the least. Having half a pendant around your neck and waiting for the right time to find your soulmate. You were in class and looked down at the pendant; half of a marijuana leaf. It seemed to fit you just fine, you just wondered how it fit them. The bell rang, and you went behind the school with your acquaintance Michael. He was basically the school’s pot dealer, so it made sense for you two to hang out sometimes.

He hands you a joint and you light up.

“So what’s the issue today?”

“Just you know… people and such.”

“I get. Hey, you wanna play video games with me and Jeremy later? It might take your mind off of it.”

You fiddled with the pendant. “Yeah sure. I mean what else am I gonna- ow” it suddenly started to burn. “What the hell?”

“(Y/N)… it’s lit up…”
“Shit. Does that mean…” it suddenly had a mind of its own and yanked you away from the school.

“I’ll see you later (Y/N)!”

.         .         .

Connor was standing by the dumpster with a nearly finished joint in his hand. It had started to work, and he was feeling much calmer than before. His friend Evan ran out to find him and was short of breath when he stopped. “Oh thank god. W-we were getting worried about where’re you were. I mean, we figured you were here, but we wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, I just wanted to-”

“Evan calm down. You just need to- fuck!” a searing pain came from the pendant around his neck.

“Um… Connor? Your pendant is glowing.”
“I’m well aware of that Hansen! You don’t need to tell me”

“I-I know. I’m sorry.”
“Come on. We gotta find ‘em.”
“W-what about class?”

“Fuck class lets go.” He follows the way that the pendant leads him.

.         .         .

You finally were pulled to a park not terribly far away from your school. The only issue was, it was surprisingly crowded today. There was some farmer’s market event so there were booths and random people everywhere. Great. Only another obstacle. You try to get somewhere higher to see if you can find someone, anyone that might be in the same boat as you. You weren’t able to get too far though, the crowd stopped you from doing so. You didn’t know what to do. How were you going to find them?

You got your answer a moment after that as you see two boys around your age hurdling into the park. And one of them caught your eye as drop-dead gorgeous. All you wanted to do was run your hands through his beautiful raven hair and lose yourself in his hickory-brown eyes. You try to move out of the crowd to get to him. Could he be your soulmate? If he was, then damn were you lucky. He seemed to be looking around as well and the boy next to him seemed anxious and timid. As you fight your way through the crowd you were able to pick on a bit of their conversation.

“What if they didn’t come?”
“They did. I-I’m sure. They couldn’t not.”
“What if they don’t like me? What if I’m not good enough for them.”
“C-con… I think y-you’re forgetting that they’re your soulmate. T-they were born to be your other half.”

“That doesn’t matter Evan! I could be a big disappointment to them! How else will they s- oh my god…” you and him made eye contact. You stood frozen for a moment and he started to walk towards you. “H-hi…”
“I’m (Y/N)…”

“It’s nice to finally me- ah!” both your pendants flew towards each other, meaning that you also flew towards each other. Your hands land upon his toned chest and his wrap around your waist. “Well then… that was unexpected”

You giggle and smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I guess so… what now?”

“Probably this.” He leans down and kisses you softly. His lips were slightly chapped but tasted sweet. His breath stared like pot and you didn’t care or even mind, because so did yours. One of your hands makes runs through his soft and fluffy. One of his hands held your waist as if he never wanted to let you go. To other went to the small of your back and deepened the kiss slightly.

Sure you’d had a first kiss before, but it was nothing like this. That time you were in sixth grade playing spin the bottle. On your turn you had to kiss a guy you don’t even remember the name. All you remember was that it was horrible and disgusting. But this, it was sweet and tender. You never wanted it to end. You wished you could stay like this forever.

You both pull away for need of oxygen and you smile. “Wow…”

“I guess…”
“Oh come on Connor, don’t tell me you didn’t feel that.” You giggle.

He grunts. “Fine I did. Happy now?”

You smile and kiss his cheek, “yes. Yes I am.”

A Friendship Caught Fire chapter 11

A huge apology to all followers of my story. I had a computer crash and lost all that I had written so far. It was really hard to find the motivation to get back to writing after this. The following chapter is my struggle back into the story and I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway. I’ll try to update regularly again!

Hell in the city of Angels

The next month is hell. Sam isn’t sure whether it is luck or tragedy, but they’re separated for most of the filming. Sam is filming the worst scenes of the whole series. Jamie gets tortured and raped by Black Jack Randall and although he is grateful for the challenge of his acting, the stress of it and the emotional drain is slowly wearing him down. He comes home exhausted and it is getting harder and harder to shake off the feeling of sickness and depression, especially since Cait is not there. They haven’t talked since they came home, at least not privately. Not once outside the few scenes they had to film with each other.

Sam feels her eyes resting on him when they part after each scene. More than once she comes after him, when he leaves the set, but he almost runs to his trailer, doesn’t look around and closes the door behind him before she can reach him. He hasn’t answered her phone calls or texts either.

He just can’t.

It’s not that he is pouting or that he wants to behave like a child, but he just can’t talk to her. He doesn’t know what to say and he’s afraid he will break down and beg her to come back to him or – even worse – cry. Because that’s how he feels. Utter despair has taken hold of him. He hasn’t been as heartbroken over a breakup ever and he is feeling guilty. She wanted them to take things lightly. She wanted them to not rush into a relationship, because she knew the danger behind it all and yet he managed to fall in love with her head over heels and so completely that it left him unguarded and unprotected. Now he he has to pick up the pieces of his heart somehow without her noticing. Without anyone noticing. He goes to the gym daily, sometimes even twice a day. It’s the only way to release part of the stress.

The wrap of the season comes and with it the wrap party. Sam is so relieved, that it is finally over, that he allows himself to get thoroughly drunk and so does Cait. And finally, with booze clouding his mind, they can chat and laugh with each other again. Their defences are down, everything is bathed in a warm light due to buzz and exhaustion. As the evening goes on, they inevitably get closer, drawn to each other like magnets. Not long and she cuddles into him, he has his arm around her, leans close to her, smells her perfume and breathes her in. He feels her hand on his thigh, her breast squashed into his chest and his own hand is resting at her waist, moving slowly down to her hip, spreading and pushing her closer to him. Ron takes a picture of them and many weeks later Sam will laugh about his expression and how utterly wasted he looks.

There’s no way any of them is going home alone tonight. Sam knows it and Cait knows it, too. Luckily Maril is so drunk herself, that she doesn’t notice anything around her any more, so when the two of them call it a night and say their goodbyes to everyone, no one seems to notice or care that they’re leaving the party together. It’s not the first time anyway after all. Davie drives them and that’s a good thing, because he’s more discrete than the other drivers and doesn’t comment when Sam tells him he doesn’t need to wait for him at Cait’s flat. He just drives off and they stumble up the stairs to her apartment. They start kissing and making out before they even reach her door and almost break Cait’s key in their drunken attempt to open her door while fumbling with their clothes.

Finally they get the door open and Sam closes it behind them with a bang that makes Cait giggle. They’re a mess, leaving a trail of clothes behind them on their way to the bedroom, stumbling and fumbling drunkenly and giggling hysterically while bumping into furniture and the walls.

When they fall onto her bed a few seconds later, they both sigh. Sam is feeling slightly delirious, his mind is clouded by drink, by sensation, lust and love. He’s kissing her sloppily, hungry, wet kisses on every part of skin he can reach. He can’t get enough. His lips travel lower, suck at the underside of her breasts and lower still over her belly, her navel to her hip.

He can’t remember later how it all ends, what he does, what she does, how they respond to each other, how they come together, how they join and then move with each other. But when it happens, it’s completion. It’s white light and explosion and starlight and it is the most powerful release he’s ever had. He doesn’t remember anything beyond that, just how they cling to each other and that he must have felt asleep like that. In a tight embrace, holding on for dear life.

The next morning he leaves before she wakes up. He leaves a message. It takes him ages to write it.

“Dear Cait” it says. “You want a break and I will respect that. I’m giving you space, if space it what you need. But I’m only a call away. I’ll be in LA the next months. Love, Sam”

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LA is it’s usual self. Hot, dusty, huge. He’s visiting friends. Amy and Lauren, of course and Luke and his girlfriend also fly over. They’re having silly fun. He’s drinking too much, partying too much, having too much sun. But he’s also feeling more and more relaxed. Only now he is comprehending how much the long months of filming have worn him out and how much he has needed this break from Jamie. The fans go into a frenzy when he’s filmed with Amy, trying out the “Dirty Dancing” lift in a pool. Sometimes he just doesn’t get all the attention. What do they want from him? Amy is cool about it, thank God. She just shrugs it off, that all the sudden she is getting hate on social media and all because of him. “You’re a star now, Babes,” she says and laughs, but he is embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Cait hasn’t called, but she texts him from time to time. Friendly things, sometimes funny, sometimes just asking if he’s OK and having fun. It’s not deeply personal, but it’s better than nothing. Of course he can’t stop his heart to beat faster and jumping into his throat every time he sees a text from her. That much hasn’t changed. He’s waiting for her call, but less and less he is expecting it.

He snaps when he hears she is seen with a dark haired guy all the time. That’s when he agrees to go to a few events with some girl he barely knows. His PR agent has advised him that he needs to be seen with a woman. He has always laughed such stuff off, but this time he goes to a Halloween party with the girl. It bombs. He’s usually good with people and can talk to almost everyone, but he really has nothing to say to her nor has she to him. If it wasn’t so annoying, he would laugh about her bored face on all the pictures. Unfortunately he has agreed to do at least three events with her and so he does, but he’s convinced they both breathe a sigh of relief when they can go their separate ways again. He swears he won’t do fake Hollywood relationship buzz again.

It’s the moment he knows he has to go out of here. A few weeks in Los Angeles and he feels as if his identity is taken from him and the earth pulled from under his feet. It’s unreal, fake and all political. He’s longing for Scotland. For the nice bubble of filming and love, that he and Cait had for a while. Where has it disappeared to? What has he become?

So he flees for a bit. He drives to Big Sur, goes climbing. All alone and he finally can breathe again. He decides that the LA scene just isn’t for him.

When he comes back it’s time for the BAFTA tea. Sam is nervous and excited, because he knows he will see Cait again. He even can’t contain himself and tweets “Guess, who I am gonna see tonight? #Sassenach” on twitter. The fans are delighted and it warms his heart to read their enthusiasm.

She is classy as always. And so beautiful it takes his breath away. Just a look at her and he is all back where he was, enchanted, entranced, in love. They can’t really talk privately, but it is good to stand next to her, feel her smiling eyes on him, hear her laugh and smell her perfume. He wonders what goes on in her head. As usual she is better at hiding her feelings as he is. They have to be professionals and to answer questions and he later wonders what he said. His mind certainly wasn’t in it, it was all with her. How beautiful she looks and how much he wants to talk to her. Really talk to her.

But then the party is over and before he’s able to say something, she is hustled off by some people. Her friends are there, Karolyna, of course and Trouble, too. Also a dark haired guy, that Cait introduces to him off handedly as “Tony”. His heart feels like ice all the sudden. Is that him? Is that the guy he has heard about?

He bites the inside of his cheeks and musters a smile to all three of them. He knows he has a glass face when it comes to her. He won’t show his disappointment, he has some pride after all. So, when Cait hugs him, he leans in in what he think is a casual manner and also manages to suppress the urge to kiss her neck, that is so invitingly close to his lips. He closes his eyes for only a second, then he straightens and smiles at her. This is it. Friends. He has to accept it.

But then, right before she turns around to Karolyna, she touches his arm. “I call you tonight,” she says quietly. And just like that hope is back.

Going Through Changes

Title: Going Through Changes (Part 2 for Walk Away)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,600+

Warning: Swearing, Depression, Suicide Attempt and Alcohol usage

Summary: Y/N’s gone and Dean might as well be, or at least that’s what Dean thinks as he falls deeper into his depression. But, will a series of unfortunate events bring them back together?

Author’s Note: Part two to “Walk away” and Day 4 of my December series. I really appreciate the feedback, and am super happy you guys all loved “Walk Away” so per request here is Part Two! Let me know again if you want a part 3! Send in any request, if you have any as well.

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Dean sat on his bed staring at the wall in front of him. Right above his T.V., that damned photo in what had to be the most god-awful frame. That wasn’t his focus, though, no instead his eyes drifted to hers. Bright and wide-eyed. She was still full of hope then, now, everything was different.

“Hey, Dean.” Sam came in with a sigh his voice monotone. “Um, there’s a lead on Jack and…” Sam couldn’t stand to see his brother this way.

Sam’s whole life Dean was always the one with his shit together. Sam needed his big brother constantly, somethings just didn’t change, and that was one of them. To look at him now, though, killed Sam. Dean’s eyes were sunken in, his skin pale and clammy. He looked like pure shit if Sam was being honest, but now wasn’t the time for that. Sam was only nearly turned out the door with a mere crack left to be shut.

“I hear him every time I go to sleep,” Dean mumbled looking to his younger brother.  "He screams at me, tells me it’s all my fault.“ Dean’s eyes glassed over.

Sam could hardly look at him, so, instead settled on the ground.

"It was my fault, that was someone’s kid and now the boy is just…dead,” Dean whispered before taking another swig of Vodka. “That’ll always be my fault.”

“Dean you can’t just-.”

“What else do I have to do Sam? My girl left me while carrying my child, I have nothing anymore.”

“Exactly, she’s carrying your child and you nearly punched her in the face,” Sam said looking at his brother. “You’re a giant man with a giant fist and she’s just trying to be a good enough mom to her unborn baby and keep this damn family intact.” Sam scoffed and Dean looked up at him. “We lose people Dean and I understand that all you wanted to do was to save that boy but at the cost of who’s life?” Sam asked. “If you went down in that fire do you have any idea what would’ve happened to Y/N? What would’ve happened to me? We’d never be the same Y/N sure as hell wouldn’t be!” He exclaimed for once his brother was listening and he needed to get this through to him. “Dean you can’t sit here and mope around all damn day you hear if you need to grieve Dean you grieve and if you need to grieve some more fucking do it but this-.” Sam sighed looking around the empty room that used to be filled with his brother’s lover’s light and energy. “This is worse and I can’t stand to stay like this.” Sam finished.

“What is that, huh? Some sort of damn ultimatum?” Dean asked going back to his staring game with the picture of that very girl Sam spoke of.

“Pull it together Dean or all of those who care about you won’t be around much longer,” Sam spoke with a sort of authoritative tone that made Dean want to just turn and punch him.

With that, Sam left the room and Dean looked at the clock. It was later, 11 o'clock to be exact. Dean rose from his bed and made his way into the bathroom. Her stuff gone made it all feel empty, even if it was just a toothbrush and comb. Dean groaned at the sight of himself punching the mirror allowing it to cut through his skin. He pulled the mirror out and lone behold was the medicine cabinet. He had reached in grabbing anything he could before pouring a heavy and lethal dosage of medication into his hand before throwing it back. Swallowing each damn pill while naming off his many sins in his head until he just couldn’t any longer and feel against the wall. Conscious but weak. Dean sat there staring at his shoes, the ones Y/N bought him, before kicking them off, stumbling to his bed and just falling in. He took a huge swig of the Vodka that sat on his nightstand before falling into the dark abyss with the smell of her lighting the weight he carried on his shoulders for the last time.

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It was a worn down, no good motel, but it was all Y/N could afford. So, she stuck with it despite all its disgusting aspects and making due because that’s what moms did, right? Y/N was only a steady 12 weeks along barely showing. It more so looked like she put on a bit of weight than a baby bump, but it was a purpose. A reminder for a purpose in her life. While she sat at the table watching the tiny T.V. she couldn’t help to think about Dean. They hadn’t quite planned for a baby but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go down either. They were supposed to be together, but it didn’t look as though it was going to work out that way this time. Hunters’ stories didn’t end with happily ever after, and this was just another example of that. Now, with her stomach full, she placed her bowl on the counter that she had picked up from the Dollar Store and headed towards the bathroom for a shower.

“Oh, God.” Y/N groaned. “Again?” She asked the invisible man in the sky before huffing.

The damned shower’s curtain rod would not stop falling out of place, dropping on one side. So, Y/N climbed the border of the tub reaching up to fix the rod when she heard the squeal of a rat seeing it run across the floor. With her train of thought gone her foot was too. Just like that, she fell down into the tub with a crash and a bang. There was a quiet moment of the unsure haunting her as she looked down, and noticed her sweats tainted and she broke into a sob.

“N-No.” She cried sinking down into the tub before screaming, crying out for anyone’s help and sure enough, a neighbor came in and called 911.

But that didn’t take away from the blood seeping out her pants and the terror over the what she was so sure was the loss of her child.

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“You’re lucky Ms. Ruso.” The doctor said calling Y/N by her cover name all the while Y/N sighed with relief hearing the steady beating of her baby’s heart. “The fall was serious, but thankfully not threatening to you or your baby’s health.”

“Why-why did I bleed?” She asked with wonder.

“Merely due to impact your placenta separated from the uterus but just enough to cause bleeding.” The doctor explained. “I’ve sent for you to pick up a prescription from the pharmacy when you are discharged to help restore what was lost to that abruption.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course, now would you like to know the gender?” The doctor abruptly asked catching Y/N off guard.

“I-I um I-.” Y/N stumbled over her words, did she want to know?

“How about this, I write down the gender seal it up in an envelope and you can look when you are ready.” The doctor suggested and Y/N nodded. “Alright then,” She passed Y/N the envelope. “I will give you some space to change and then I will meet you at the front desk.”

“Okay thank you.” Y/N closed the conversation as she heard the door shut, quick to stand and pull her clothes back on.

She then opened the heavy wooden door stepping out into the hallway then turning left to go towards the front desk. That’s when one man she never expected to see again rounded the corner with a coffee in one hand and ice chips in the other.

“Y/N.” Sam stopped and Y/N too.

“Um Sam, hi.” She mumbled.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked and Y/N sighed.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good just um just a checkup to well hear him or her.” Sam nodded with a smile.

“My little niece or nephew.” He whispered and Y/N swallowed.

“Why-Why are you here?” Why couldn’t Y/N keep it together? She knew this man for nearly 2 years of her lives why was she so jittery around him?

“It’s um it’s Dean,” Sam stated and she just nodded. “Tried to kill himself found him in bed laying in his spit up and blue.”

Y/N felt a tang of guilt she was his lover, his supporter. She should’ve been there to stop him and to protect him from himself. But, he pushed her out and made the fact he didn’t want her around very clear.

“He needs you Y/N he won’t admit it but he does he needs to be with you and this baby.” Y/N starred off as Sam talked. “Y/N? Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I did.” She looked up at him. “I’m not going to go see him, I can’t chase after him anymore it’s all give on my end and none on his.” Sam’s eyes fell in disappointment but Y/N passed him a card writing down her Motel information. “If he needs me, he’ll find me.” Sam nodded.

“Thanks.” He mumbled as they shared a hug before they turned to walk different ways.

Sam walked to be with his brother, his crazy, fucked up brother who was going through some pretty serious changes that he knew his brother couldn’t fix on his own but trying to be there to support him anyway. And, on the other end. Y/N walked away from the hospital that housed the love of her life because despite how much it hurt, she was obeying his wishes, and was walking away.

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Tripping Over the Blue Line (41/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.


Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: It’s time to get emotional. Or more emotional. In a family-type way. That’s right. The Vankalds are back. And telling truth-type things. As always @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan made this better. 
Hanging out on Ao3, FF.net & tag’ed up on Tumblr


“It looks good on you.”

Will glared at him, clenching his fist and Killian got the distinct impression he was trying to make sure he didn’t actually flip him off in the middle of a fan event in front of Madison Square Garden.

Although maybe then The Post would write about something other than Killian and Milah and Emma and, fuck, there was some kind of multi-page spread about it in the paper that morning. Regina had tried to talk to him about it as soon as Killian got out of the car, brandishing the backpage in his face like he wanted to see it.

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