i could have gone my entire life

From The Prompt List~ Three

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “I think 4 and 6 would go good together, but if that’s too much, then 6. I’d like the pairing to be a female reader with Anti. Please and thank you :)”

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing, Sad, Angst, Cruel Words, Mentions of Suicide?

A/N: The prompts are~ “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” and “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” … Enjoy!

Originally posted by secanzevids

   Anti had fucked up, he knew he had fucked up. He couldn’t take back what he had said. The argument was stupid, it was about Anti not cleaning his mess in the kitchen, and yet here they were… Anti was sitting against her bedroom door listening as (Y/N) sobbed into the bed sheets.

“I work for eight hours every day so that you and I can have a place to call home! All that I ask is that you help me keep it looking like a home!” (Y/N) shouted as she threw the dishes into the sink, cursing under her breath. Anti sat at the table, watching.

“Yeah? What’s another hour of work?” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. (Y/N) dropped the a dish onto the floor and it shattered around her, but she just turned to him with a fierce look in her eye.

“Really? You think that just because you’ve got power means that you can take my hospitality for granted? I’m tired, Anti. I don’t want to come home and have to clean up your mess.”

“Then don’t! I’m not Sean, do you expect me to comfort you? Do you expect me to give you a back rub and cuddle with you? That pathetic excuse of a human is gone. I thought you accepted that!”

“Don’t you dare speak about Sean that way, ever! Sean was my friend!” (Y/N) screamed chucking the soaking dishcloth at him. She hated talking about him, especially to Anti. And it wasn’t really Anti’s fault that Sean was gone. Sean accepted Anti, Sean had asked Anti to take over his life. (Y/N) knew this.

“You have feelings for me, don’t you? Humans are pathetic. I am not Sean, I could never love you. You’re pathe-” Anti was cut off by a sob, guilt immediately washing over him. He was an entity but that didn’t mean that his emotions were entirely shut off.

“How can you say that? How can you so effortlessly break someone,” (Y/N)’s voice lowered to a whisper, tears rolling silently down her face. “I accept you for who you are, I understand why you do the things you do, you’re a demon. You can’t feel anything, I know that, but you’ve talked about wanting to feel emotions. I just… I don’t understand why you act like a monster… “ (Y/N) choked back a sob and walked past Anti, going to her bedroom. Anti didn’t try to stop her but he followed her.

(Y/N) had stopped crying and it sounded like she was asleep, so Anti slipped through the door. She was curled up, clutching a pillow, and wrapped in a blanket. Anti sat at the head of the bed, moving so that he was leaning against the headboard and (Y/N)’s head was laying in his lap. He said and started running his fingers through her hair. After a few moments Anti heard a soft voice,

“I’m sorry… “ (Y/N) whispered, curling into a tighter ball. Anti’s movements stopped and (Y/N) nudged against his hands, like a cat. The entity let out a soft sigh and started again.

“You probably hate me… I’m sorry, too.” Anti winced unsure of his ‘apology’.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” (Y/N) forced out, staring at the wall. Neither of them spoke for a while.

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” Anti finally said, staring down at (Y/N). She looked up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Anti chased her back down to the bed, pressing his lips against hers. After he pulled away she sighed, her cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“Please stay.”

Silent (Soulmate!Thomas Jefferson - Part Two)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

A/N: Tags haven’t been working, just a heads up. 

Well I got quite a few requests for it, so here is a part two to the Thomas Jefferson Soulmate AU I posted earlier this week. I apologize for it taking so long, but I had some other things I had to finish first. Thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged part one and everyone who requested a part two. This isn’t my best, I know. I’m sorry, but I hope it’s okay.

Again, starts with James Madison’s point of view and shifts to Thomas. I don’t think there’s any warnings necessary for this. It does deal with the topic of mutism, but that is not something that is being debated in any way. It’s just a piece of the characters’ background.

Part One    Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison is absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson had a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson was the only person alive who could rival Alexander Hamilton’s ability to stick his foot in his mouth. 3) The look on Thomas’s face right now was not that of a man who didn’t want a soulmate.

Thomas was sat on a bench outside in the foyer when James found him. His elbows were on his knees, and his head was in his hands. He looked…lost, or as close to lost as a Jefferson could get. He wasn’t crying; there was no shaking in his shoulders for that to be the case. He was, however, mumbling to himself, something he only did when he was truly overwhelmed.

James couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his friend in a state like this. Nothing ever rattled Thomas. At most, things got under his skin, but in those situations he had a habit of attacking the problem head on. He didn’t dwell on anything; he faced it. Look at Alexander Hamilton. The poor young man hadn’t even made it ten minutes into a conversation with Thomas before the two had launched into a full blown battle.

This man on the bench was a side of Thomas James did not think existed, or at the very least would not be seen in public. He didn’t know whether to comfort him or try to talk sense into him. Whichever one he chose would surely be the wrong answer. Undoubtedly, the right answer was to let Thomas sit there wallowing in his self-pity for an age until the man finally decided what to do for himself. That wasn’t an idea James could handle, though. James had a sneaking suspicion that Thomas would brood the same way Thomas did all things, in excess. James didn’t like seeing his friend suffering, even if there were a number of people in the other room who felt he deserved it, even if James felt he deserved it sometimes.

James sat down in the open seat beside Thomas with a hefty sigh. That was another fact he could add to his list: Thomas never made things easy. “It could be worse.”

“How could it be worse?” Thomas spat, disapproving of James’s nonchalant tone.

“Well, I ran across a young girl back home who met her soulmate when she was quite young. His first words to her, at the age of five, were, ‘You have a booger hanging out your nose’.” Humor probably wouldn’t help the situation, but it couldn’t hurt either.

James didn’t need to see Thomas’s face to know he was rolling his eyes. “Oh yes, it is so much worse to have a crude, inadvertent observation of a child plastered as your soulmate words than it is to have the incredibly cruel and offensive words of a grown man implying he’s disgusted with you.”

“You aren’t though,” James pointed out, “disgusted with her. It was a moment of anger.” James paused for a moment as a thought occurred to him. “Y-You…” He hesitated to ask, “You aren’t disgusted with her, correct?”

“Of course not!” Thomas growled out.

The silence hung in the air for a long beat, and neither of the men really understood why nor did they make an effort to. Not even the sound of dinner being served in the banquet hall interrupted the moment that had settled over the pair of friends. There was so much to talk about and yet so little to say.

“I have a soulmate,” Thomas broke the silence with a quiet murmur, so quiet James wasn’t sure he was meant to hear it.

“So I’ve heard,” James slumped back against the wall. “Who’d have ever thought?” His tone was teasing, but there was an air of finality to it. In all honesty, no one had ever thought Thomas would have a soulmate, and not just because he didn’t have words on his arms.

Thomas snorted dismissively and finally pulled his face from his hands, glancing back over his shoulder at James. “James, I have gone my entire life knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I would live and die alone.”

James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, sinking down to Thomas’s hunched frame. Now wasn’t the time for teasing. Now wasn’t the time for coddling. Now was the time to be honest with his friend, for his own good. “I can’t pretend I understand your pain, because I don’t. Not just because I’ve always known I would find my soulmate, but because I don’t understand how you could be upset with this. You’ve just found your other half. You’ve found a part of you that you never knew existed. You should be jumping for joy, shouting from the rooftops, not sulking angrily in a corner. You don’t have to live alone anymore, Thomas, but you still might.”

Thomas said nothing for a long moment, and James shook his head in disappointment. No one could get through to Thomas if he wasn’t open to listen. He heaved himself to his feet and prepared to head back to the banquet.

“I-I’m not angry.” Thomas quietly refuted, giving James pause. “I’m just… confused.”

James sighed and turned back to the bench, looking down at Thomas, who was looking back at him with burning eyes. “You’re confused?” James didn’t intend to sound so disbelieving. “Thomas, imagine how she must feel. You heard Mrs. Washington as well as I did. She’s spent her entire life thinking you hate her, thinking her soulmate hates her. Even her one true love, the one person in the universe she’s destined to be with, is disgusted by her.” James paused for a moment, hoping that would sink in.

Thomas didn’t respond, but his eyes went down to his arm, the space where the words should be. His thumb rubbed over the blank skin, stretching it over the muscle beneath. It was as blank but somehow felt far less empty.

“James,” Thomas shook his head and looked up, “I…” His voice trailed off when he realized James was gone, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

With a huff, Thomas’s head fell back. This situation went against everything Thomas had come to know. Thomas had always spoken out against soulmates. He wrote about, argued against the very concept of them. He’d debated the topic with Alexander Hamilton earlier that night even. As far as he’d been concerned soulmates weren’t a gift from the universe, they were a rope, more specifically a noose. At least, that’s what he’d always thought. Then again, he’d never known he had one to begin with. He didn’t know what to think anymore.

His entire life he’d thought he was alone. Yesterday, he’d thought he was alone. A few hours ago, he’d thought he was alone. Standing on the Washington’s front lawn, he’d thought he was alone. And now? He felt more alone than ever.

(Y/n) had ran from him the moment she knew who he was. Not the moment she knew he was Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State. She ran when she knew he was her soulmate.

Martha Washington’s voice was yelling at Thomas in the back of his mind, ‘Ashamed of who she is, knowing you’re ashamed of it too!’ Of course she’d run from him. She thought he was ashamed of her. ‘Decades of hating herself.’ His words had made her ashamed of herself.

Only Thomas wasn’t ashamed. Ashamed of his own behavior maybe, but not her… never her. He’d only known of her existence for an hour. He only really knew her name, but he already felt drawn to her. ‘You must be her soulmate,’He could  practically hear George telling him.

Yes, she was his soulmate.

Thomas pushed himself to his feet with a sense of determination. Likely, (Y/n) had already left. He would have to find where you were staying to give his apologies. The Washington’s would know where she was staying. He knew Martha would sooner chew his head off than give him that information. George might be talked into it though. It was certainly worth a try.

“Decided to go after her, I see?”

Thomas nearly jumped. James was standing across from him, coming down the stairs at the other end of the foyer, a thin box tucked tightly under his arm. Thomas had been so wrapped up in his head that he hadn’t realized James had gone upstairs. He thought he’d gone back to the banquet. “Well, as you have so eloquently pointed out, I don’t have to live alone, but there’s a good chance my harsh tongue will ensure I do anyway.” Thomas snapped in a harsher tone than he intended.

“I’m glad you’ve seen the error of your ways,” James was practically smirking as he crossed over to Thomas. “Here, I borrowed this from George’s study.” He extended the box to Thomas.

Thomas accepted with a curious look, “What’s this for?”

“Well, she’s mute, Thomas.” James stated plainly. Thomas’s answering expression showed he wasn’t catching on, so James explained. “Writing materials, Thomas, honestly I thought you were the smart one. She’s mute. She uses sign language, and last time I checked you don’t.” James tapped the top of the box. “If you want her to talk to you, you’ll need her to write it down.”

“She’s still here?” Thomas hated how hopeful he sounded. If everything worked out well, James was never going to let him hear the end of it.

James nodded, smirk still firmly in place with no sign of faltering. “Saw her out the window of George’s study. She’s sitting on the steps on the back porch.”

James turned, leaving his friend to do with as he may, but Thomas caught James by the arm for a moment. “Thank you, James. Thank you.”

“Anytime, my friend.” He smiled. “Now, go. Don’t leave the poor girl waiting.”

Thomas nodded his affirmation and walked briskly down the hall without another word. There wasn’t time for words now. Thomas had a more pressing matter at hand. He’d, no doubt, discuss the situation with James again later.  

When Thomas stepped out back, (Y/n) was sat on the steps just outside, exactly where James said she would be. She was sitting on the middle of the five steps, her feet up laying across the length of the step.  Her hair was partially concealing her face as she stared out across the field. Clearly, she hadn’t expected anyone to come looking for her.

Thomas approached quietly, but not quietly enough as the boards creaked under his shoes.

(Y/n) turned and caught him halfway to the stairs. Her eyes were shining, but there were no signs she’d been crying, which relieved Thomas slightly. She caught her lip between her teeth for a second, clearly pondering, before she turned her gaze back to the field.

Thomas took it as a good sign that she hadn’t run, or spat at his feet, or tried to slap him, or any number of other offenses he probably deserved. She looked like she’d been thinking about it for a second before she thought better of it. He’d take it though. It was a step in the right direction, a step he hadn’t earned yet.

With a small degree of hesitation, bordering on nerves, Thomas lowered himself to sit opposite (Y/n) on the top step. It was a rather uncomfortable position. He didn’t completely fit on the step, and his knees were at an odd angle. However, it seemed to catch (Y/n)’s attention which was a start. Setting the writing material on the step between them, Thomas leaned his head back against the edge of the stairs to look at the stars.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend he was back at Monticello, almost. There was a smell of grass in the air, but it was too faint. The breeze felt nice against his skin, but it was too cold. The stars were bright, but they were in the wrong position. Everything was just a little off, and yet for some strange reason it still felt right. He knew the reason; it was just hard to admit.

“I always wondered what it would be like to have a soulmate,” Thomas confessed softly, trying not to break the quiet, “to know that one day you will find the one, to know there is someone out there who is destined for you and only you. I always envied them, knowing there was someone out there to love them.” His voice sounded almost tired.

In truth, Thomas was tired. He was so tired. Tired of arguing his every breath, tired of monitoring his every word, tired of fixing other’s messes. He wanted a break from working, from thinking, from listening. He needed a break. He needed something, someone, to lighten the load.

“I never told anyone that, of course, not even James.” Thomas continued, “How could I? I could never admit such a thing aloud; I could barely admit it to myself: that I wanted something they had and I knew I never could.”

Thomas sighed. There was no good way to explain himself. Words were failing him, abandoning him. What was there to say? Nothing would take back the things he’d said. Nothing would remove those words off her arm. Nothing would ever show how truly sorry he was for every pain he had put her through.

A small pressure settled on Thomas’s bent knee, and he nearly lurched. (Y/n) was looking him over thoughtfully, a hand settled on his leg. He couldn’t be sure if she was trying to comfort him or wanted his attention. Either was a good sign. She didn’t look like she wanted to run anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas met her gaze head on. The sooner he said this the better. “In a fit of anger, I took it out on you. I had no idea it would mark you for life. You have to know I never would have if I’d known. Those words, they were just words. I meant nothing by them.”

(Y/n) raised a hand halfway in the air and then hesitated. She looked around in frustration and back towards the house. Lowering both her hands, she huffed out and looked down at her lap.

“Oh!” Thomas realized as (Y/n) stared down at her hands, upset. Picking up the box, he held it out to her. “Writing papers,” he explained.

(Y/n) nodded somberly and took the box gently from his hands. Thomas looked away as she set things out. There was something so vulnerable about her expression in that moment, and he felt wrong looking on.

Thomas imagined he would feel vulnerable as well. The frustration when she raised her hand showed that, wanting to communicate but being so dependent on others for your words. He was such a vocal man; he couldn’t imagine dealing with something like that. Thomas had to admit; he admired her for it.

Thomas felt a tap against the side of his leg and turned his eyes back to (Y/n). She’d turned the paper around between the two of them Blank ink in an elegant hand scrolled across the top of the page. ‘I appreciate your apology, but they were more than just words to me.’

“I’m sure,” Thomas conceded, looking up from the paper. “You have every right to think of them as such. They… I have caused you a great amount of pain. You have every right to every ill will you harbor towards me. I have earned them all. I just want you to know I said them with no malice directed toward you. My argument with Alexander Hamilton had me on edge, and in a heated moment I said something I did not mean.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips and turned the page around, writing hastily beneath her earlier words. ‘Yes, I’ve met Secretary Hamilton. He’s quite an infuriating character.’

Thomas barked out a laugh. “That is quite true. He simply cannot fathom the idea a person might disagree with him.”

(Y/n) bit back a smirk and continued filling the page. It was a tediously slow conversation as (Y/n) wrote, but Thomas was patient enough to wait for her replies. He didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with meaningless words, and it seemed to be relaxing (Y/n).

When she turned the page around again, she’d written near a paragraph. ‘I won’t falsely accept your apology, Secretary Jefferson. That would be rude to both of us. However, I do acknowledge that there were extenuating circumstances on your part. Please understand that I have been living with this offense on my arm my entire life, and it will not miraculously disappear after tonight. Knowing the situation does help, but it will not change that fact. I will do what I can to set aside that pain and move past it for both of our benefits, and I’m sure one day I will forgive you for it. Hopefully, that day is sooner than later. Although, I can make no promises of when that will be.

Thomas nodded along as he was reading. “I can ask for no more than that. You’re truly being far kinder than my situation probably deserves.”

(Y/n) smiled rather hesitantly at him and wrote in the small amount of space along the bottom of the page. ‘General Washington spoke at length about you before your arrival, and I’ve assumed this situation must be hard for you as well.’

“I would ask what he spoke about,” Thomas hesitated, “but if you know this is hard for me than I can assume what he told you.”

(Y/n)’s smile dropped, and she nodded reluctantly, pulling out a second page to scratch out, ‘I was sorry to hear about your wife, Secretary Jefferson. I have also lost a spouse. Not one I cared for, but it was still a painful experience. I would not wish it on anyone.

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, “You as well?” That was rather surprising. Most people with soulmates would wait decades, a lifetime, to marry the one. Thomas’s wife had only agreed to marry him because she had been widowed by her soulmate. They had loved each other, but she had never been in love with him the way he was with her. The memories of her soulmate had always haunted her, and when she passed it had only further confirmed his loneliness when he had to bury her beside another man.

Yes,’ (Y/n)’s hand was a little shaky over the admission. ‘I suppose I should also ask for some of your forgiveness. You did not know I existed. I knew of you, and still I married another. Forgive me; I did not know there would be any situation surrounding what you said to me. I assumed that you would you be quite a cruel man. My husband, John Aylett, turned out to be the cruel one.’

“Is he…” Thomas hesitated, not just because he was unsure of asking but because he was unsure if he wanted to know, “Is he the reason you are…”

No,’ (Y/n) immediately wrote out and showed him before turning the paper back to explain, ‘that was purely biological. Although, John certainly had no problem pointing out my deficiency. He was part of the reason I disliked the idea of meeting you. I assumed you shared his view.’

Thomas refuted adamantly, “I assure you I don’t. You have no reason to be shamed in such a way. Whatever else you think of me, believe that. I’m happy to accept who you are and help however I can.”

Like bringing me paper,’ (Y/n)’s expression was teasing, and it relieved Thomas.

“I cannot take credit for that. James borrowed it from President Washington’s study when I came to look for you. I was in quite a rush. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me.” Thomas admitted.

Well give him my thanks. This conversation would have been rather one-sided otherwise.’ (Y/n) paused and huffed out a breath, ‘Like most of my conversations these days.’

“Not to worry,” Thomas actually smiled at this. “I almost always have paper on hand. You just caught me at a bad time…” His smile quickly morphed into his usual cocky smirk as a thought occurred to him. “And besides, I’m sure I will know sign language by the time we see each other again… I’m a very quick study,” Thomas winked.

The couple smiled widely at each other, and all tension broke.

When James came out to check on them an hour later, Thomas was practically rolling in laughter, clutching one of the papers to his chest, as (Y/n)’s face stretched in a triumphant smile. The pair, and most of the stairs, were covered in used writing paper. The box lay beside them with only a sheet or two left of what had been a full stack of paper.

James tried to bite back his wide grin. “Thomas, I believe you owe President Washington a new box of paper.”

Thomas simply chuckled and grinned back at (Y/n), “Yes, yes, of course. As much as he wants.”


Prompt; could you do an Ouran highschool host club one where Kyoya is going into an arranged marriage and his new wife doesn’t take any bs

Requested by: ANON

Fandom: Ouran Highschool Host Club

    The look on his face tells you everything you need to know. He doesn’t want to be here, and he thinks he’s too good to be here. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you thought the same thing. Your family was just as rich and powerful as the Ootori’s and they’d been trying to secure a match for years. It just simply hadn’t worked out. Each generation had been filled with all boys or all girls. Or the ages didn’t match up. Until you …and Kyoya.

    You sit how you’re expected to; straight, perfect posture, and your ankles crossed. You stay silent through the entire transaction, and he does too. When your father excuse themselves to get a drink, and your mother’s excuse themselves to look at the garden it leaves just the two of you.

    The more you stare at him the more you realize, just how much a hassle he’s going to be. He’s a workaholic if you’ve ever seen one. Self absorbed. Observant. And his nose is so far up in the air, you’re surprised it hasn’t gotten caught on a cloud.

    He speaks first, “With the exception of children and parties, i suspect we won’t need to spend very much time together. I suggest we come up with some sort of plan to make this a painless as possible.”

    You uncross your ankles, and instead cross your legs at the knee, “And let me guess, you know exactly how many children we should have?”

    “At least two. No more than four. It secures the line.”

    You purse your lips, “And I suppose I’ll be the one at home raising them, planning the parties?”

    “A nanny and party planner can handle both of those events, you simply need to play hostess.”

    You nod, “Okay …I’m done playing nice.”

    He raises an eyebrow in question, “Excuse me?”

    “I don’t know about you Kyoya, but my parents hated each other growing up. Like ours, theirs was arranged. Mom hated dad for taking her away from her true love, and she hated us for being a reminder of everything she lost. She’s an empty shell of a woman now. It’s sad, and I’ve spent my entire life determined not to be her. If it weren’t for the fact that my family could block any and every job opportunity to come my way in Japan or overseas I would have been gone years ago. As it is, I have a degree in something I love. I want to work either at this company our parents are building through us, or something else. I’m not just your hostess I am your partner.

    Second of all, our children will not be raised by a nanny. They will be raised by us. Notice the emphasis I put on us. We both had absentee fathers that screwed us over, that will not be happening to them. Unless it is a life or death situation you will be at plays, recitals, the works. We will not be pitting them against each other, and so help me, they will not be raised with a silver spoon in their mouths.”

When you’re done with your rant you wait for him to say something. When he doesn’t you excuse yourself from the table and make your way into a secluded part of your family’s gardens. You can feel the headache brewing when a hand takes yours.

You’re surprised to see him, but you don’t let it show. “I’ve never had a partner before.”

You shrug, “Me either.”

He smirks, ‘Then what does it mean to you? To be a partner?”

You take a deep breath, “We work as a team. We trust each other. Use each other how

we need to. Get our parents off our back, and out of our lives. We strike out on our own, and make them regret ever introducing us.”

    He smiles at that, “Lofty goals.”

    “But possible?”

“While raising children?”

You smile back, “I never said it would be easy. We’ll need time to get established.”

He nods, “It’s a good plan.”

A moment of silence goes by before you say, “We may not love each other Kyoya, but I

think we can be friends. We both need someone to depend on.”

    The smile doesn’t leave his face, and he simply says “Perhaps.’

    You roll your eyes. You’re both all in, and you both know it. There’s no other choice in the matter. And as you sit there with him, you can’t help but think that this is the start of a beautiful partnership.

Hogwarts- Part 1- The Train

A/N: So this takes place at the same time when Harry Potter is there, and they’re both first years in the same year as Harry. 

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers (most likely) 

Word Count: 1377

Dan opened his eyes in a brand new world. He was still in the train station, but the vision of the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 ¾ introduced Dan to this new reality. He was a pureblood, so he’d been waiting all his life for this moment. Sprinting through the entrance to the platform, he was finally there. 

The goodbye hugs were emotional, and Dan was full of a mix of excitement and fear as he hugged his little sister Louise goodbye. “Just think, Louise. Two years from now, you’ll be heading to Hogwarts with me.” 

She smiled at him. “Have fun, Dan.” 

Dan smiled back and walked off through the crowd. He was numb with this fear-excitement mix he couldn’t put a word to as he boarded the train and found a compartment and put his luggage away. Settling down in the empty compartment, he fell into his deep thoughts. 

Dan’s worries consumed his thoughts, reminding him of how different everything would be now. Although he was from a wizard family, he never really got to be friends with anyone, and he was horrifically afraid that he wouldn’t have any friends at Hogwarts. Especially after he got sorted into Slytherin. Dan’s entire family had been in Slytherin, and Dan knew he would be too. 

Dan himself didn’t have a problem with Slytherin. Despite its bad reputation, he knew not everyone in Slytherin was evil. However, the kids in the other houses thought that, and he knew they wouldn’t like him because of his house. And, in all honesty, the stereotype wasn’t that far off. The likely Slytherins Dan knew weren’t going to be very nice to him, and he knew it. 

Especially Draco. Dan knew of Draco, as his father was very famous. He never liked the family, as they all seemed so stuck up and evil. Of course, with this trait, they were all Slytherins and he knew Draco would be too. With them being in the same year, Dan wasn’t looking forward to having all his classes with Draco. He could only hope he’d find refuge in someone else. 

Dan’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the compartment door opening. “Can I sit with you?” Dan looked up to see a black-haired boy with a smile on his face and a bigger smile in his eyes. He had such kind eyes. Dan could already tell he would be a Hufflepuff. 

“Sure. You a first year?” The boy nodded. “Me too. My name is Dan.” He extended a hand to the boy. 

“Phil,” he said, shaking Dan’s hand. “So you’re just as new to this ‘wizard’ thing as I am?” 

“Well, I actually come from a wizard family, so I’ve been waiting my whole life to go to Hogwarts. I don’t know any magic though. My parents wouldn’t teach me. They wanted me to wait until I got to Hogwarts.” 

“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same level. Tell me about wizard life.” 

“There’s this sport called Quiddich-” 

“Sports have never really been my thing. Tell me about Hogwarts. Tell me about you.” Dan blushed at the last remark, beginning to speak of what they’d both encounter upon arriving at Hogwarts. He’d tell Phil about his life along the way. Dan could tell. He wouldn’t even have to try. 

“Slytherin sounds like a pretty bad place.” 

Dan stuttered. “Well… That’s really just the stereotype. A lot of good people have gone to Slytherin. My entire family’s been in Slytherin, and I probably will be too. It’s not necessarily a bad thing… Although most Slytherins aren’t exactly the nicest people you’ll ever meet. But I’m not mean, am I?”

“No. You’re actually the only one here who’s welcomed me.” 

“Well, I don’t really have friends here either. Nice to have at least one.” 

“What house do you think I’ll be in?” 

“Hufflepuff.” Dan didn’t even hesitate. “You just seem so kind-hearted. You’ll definitely be put in Hufflepuff.” 

“That’s nice of you. But I almost wish I’d be in Slytherin, just so I could be with you.”

Dan blushed. “Well, the Sorting Hat’s never taken anyone’s wishes into effect… At least not yet.” 

“A chocolate frog?” 

Dan chuckled. “Two chocolate frogs and a carton of Every Flavor Beans, please.” 

“Sure, love.” The trolley witch handed Dan the treats and rolled on, closing the compartment door. Dan tossed a chocolate frog into Phil’s lap. 

“Try one, they’re really good. They’re frogs made of chocolate.” Phil started peeling open the wrapper and grasped the chocolate. “Oh, and they-” Dan was cut off abruptly by Phil’s shriek as the frog escaped his grip and began hopping around the compartment. Dan sighed “…Move.” 

Phil finally caught the frog and took a bite. “Mmm. Stubborn, but good.” After devouring the frog, Phil spoke again. “What else moves in this universe?” 

Dan paused before answering, unsure of what exactly to say. “…A lot.” He picked up his carton of every flavor beans, opening it up. “Do you want to try one?” 

Phil glared suspiciously at the carton. “What are they? I’ve lost all trust for your magic sweets.” 

“Every Flavor Beans. I’ll admit it, these are horrific if you get the wrong flavor. Here’s a blue one. I’m not sure how you can go wrong with blue.” Dan handed Phil a light blue jellybean, and he frowned at it as if he was making a difficult decision, then popped it in his mouth. After a few seconds, he grinned. 


“I’ll try a dangerous one,” Dan said, pulling out a tannish-yellowish one. 

“Ew. I don’t know how you can go right with that.”

“Neither do I, but I might as well give you some entertainment.” Dan popped the jellybean in his mouth and winced. “Ew! I think that’s earwax.” His face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. Through his squinted eyes, he could see Phil hunched over laughing. Phil had such a soft, innocent, truly happy laugh. 

“Who the hell is that?” Phil asked as Draco passed by with his goonies, already wearing his robes. Dan had no clue where they were going, nor did he want to. 

“That’s Draco Malfoy. Remember how I was saying there were a lot of bad Slytherins? Well, there’s one.” 

“Oh.” Phil looked concerned. 

“His entire family is Slytherin, just like mine. Except he’s rich and, in all honesty, pretty evil. I don’t tend to talk to him because he’s just not that nice. He’s in our year though, so I’ll probably have to get used to him. His dad probably follows Voldemort, and I’m not even kidding. That’s a legitimate theory, and knowing him, I don’t doubt it.” 

“Who’s Voldemort?” 

Dan’s face went red as he remembered how little Phil really knew about the wizarding world. “Well, Voldemort is a really evil wizard. People rarely speak his name. They just call him “He Who Must Not Be Named” or “You Know Who”. His followers call him the Dark Lord. He killed a lot of people. But there’s this kid named Harry Potter. He’s in our year. Voldemort tried to kill him, but he couldn’t. The spell bounced back and hit him. He’s supposed to be dead, but I don’t know if he had enough of a soul left to kill. He’s probably sulking around the forests of England somewhere. Draco’s dad… He followed Voldemort when he was reigning terror, and then said he was under mind control when he had his downfall. I don’t believe it, but the Ministry of Magic apparently does.” 

“Wow. Voldemort sounds horrible. But, might I ask, why do you say his name if nobody else does?” 

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t. It’s that Hitler guy we learned about in muggle school. He committed atrocities just like Voldemort did, but we still say his name. It’s not like saying the name will summon him from the dead or anything. I don’t see what there is to be afraid of.” 

“I like that. You seem fearless. Maybe you’ll be in Griffindor.” Dan just laughed. He would be a Slytherin. He’d already accepted this. But he suddenly didn’t worry about it keeping him from making friends. He already had one friend, and something told him he wouldn’t be letting go of this one. 

I just realized you could have been in your freshman year of college when Louis last tweeted Harry and graduated now. You could have been pregnant when Louis last tweeted Harry and have a walking talking baby now. You could have gone through your entire doctoral program. You could have served your entire time in the military. I remember exactly where I was the last time Louis tweeted Harry, and I can’t believe how much has changed in my life …. except my love for them ♥️♥️♥️♥️

anonymous asked:

Does it depress anyone else that if Connor ever looked down on the world after he died, it would seem like everything was better because he was gone? I mean, his sister had a boyfriend who truly cared for her. His dad had someone that he could have all the son experiences with. Evan's entire life got better, and so many people learned they weren't alone. In my opinion, that's the saddest part about the musical. Connor realizing that no one really missed him. They missed Evan's fabricated version

Now im really sad……..

But yeah… this is true…


pairing: Peter Hayes x Reader

fandom: divergent

request: Hiya! Could u please do either a Draco x reader- Slytherin or Peter Hayes (from Divergent) x reader? The plot could be based on the jealousy they feel when she is flirting with other boys to get their attention… 

@slyther1n-princess @nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway

A loud bang echoes through the whole room as you hit the ground for the fourth time today. Another lost round. What made it worse was your opponent. Peter. He stood with a cocky grin and looked down at you.
“Want me to help you up, princess?”
“I can manage by myself very well.”

“Are you sure?” He crouches down beside you, his fingers trailing up and down your arm, “Wouldn’t want you to get too hurt.”
“Don’t you worry, your hit is not that hard.” You shoot back with a roll of your eyes and jump to your feet, ignoring his lingering hand on your arm.
It was enough training for today. Losing all the time didn’t do much for your already sour mood and Peter never got tired of rubbing his victories in your face. Something relaxing and fun, that was the key now.

A few hours and drinks later you found yourself heavily flirting with one of your fellow initiates at one of the bars down in the pit. One which wasn’t Peter. A fact that he immediately noticed when he entered the same bar sometime later that evening.
You wouldn’t have recognized his presence if it weren’t for the glares he send your way the entire time.
Served him right. Maybe a little hit to his ego was all he needed to come down from his high horse. Probably wouldn’t be that easy but one can dream.
You purposely put your back into his direction, ignoring him as best as you could while you shamelessly flirted with the guy next to you.

It didn’t take too long for Peter to lose his patience and storm over. He stopped right next to you, one arm around your waist, one hanging over your shoulder. He was too quick for you to react and he had skilfully managed to grab your arms and immobilize them in the process. Sly little rat.
“Did I miss something interesting?” He asks, smiling at the guy in a way that was more than threatening and outright hateful.
“Uh no…sorry I…I have to go.” He was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving you standing with Peter. No wonder, no one wanted to get on his bad side. He was one of the best fighters and an asshole who could and would make your life hell if you crossed him.
“Well, thanks for ruining my evening.” You snap at him and get out of his arms that loosened the second the other man left.
“I’m here for your entertainment…the entire night if you’d like.”
“No thanks!”

Leaving Peter standing behind you without another word, you leave the bar and head home. With little to no success because he’s behind you a few seconds later.
“Shouldn’t walk home alone that late.” He says with a shrug and grins at you after you send him a glare over your shoulder.
“How noble, don’t you have some other girl to accompany home?”
“No, you’re mine after all.”

“Excuse me?!” You spin around with wide eyes, “I think I would now that.”
“You will.” He walks past you, grabs your hand and pulls you along with him, leaving you no choice but to follow him. He was, yet again, too quick for you to complain.

Travelin’ Soldier Part 5

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Gen, Shepherd, Thomas, Baby Padalecki, and Misha

Words: 2550

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs in this either.

Warnings: possible swearing, war, mention of death, mention of torture, a lot of angst as usual, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

Tagging a few at the end. Send an ask to be tagged, or request something.

A/N:  Once more Ash and I want to thank you for supporting us. Also I was going to write this on Friday night but I was involved in a minor car accident so by the time I got home I was exhausted.

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The box sat in the drawer most of the time awaiting for the time it would come out. It was huge decision that in his opinion was more heavier than asking someone not in her career. He lost count of how long the box was there but he knew it would be empty soon. He loved her, that’s for sure but it’s a huge commitment to ask someone who’s life is always at risk. She would find it if it was in their apartment so he kept it in his trailer in Canada. He held it in his hand playing with the box.

“Hey Jensen! They need you!” Jared exclaimed opening the door to his trailer. Jensen shoved the box back into the back of the drawer as a shocked Jared stood there, “Is that what I think it was?”

“Pfft no.” Jensen waved the question off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Well that diamond must be something.” Jared raised one eyebrow. He crossed his arms leaning against the wall beside the open door. The cool breeze came into the trailer.

“Shut up.” Jensen muttered, “I haven’t asked your dad for his blessing.”

“Wow. You do know he’s been nervously waiting for when you’ll propose?” Jared asked, “My parents love you J. I swear they love you more than they love me!”

“Not possible.” Jensen mumbled picking at a loose thread on his character’s plaid shirt.

“I’m serious. You’re the first of my sister’s boyfriends that gained the entire trust of my family.” Jared sighed, “Since she first got news of deployment her boyfriend dumped her fast. They were dating for six months I think and he wouldn’t accept that she was more willingly to get her hands dirty than him.”

“I never knew that.”

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And now, when everything is done and dusted, I can finally look back on the nights I spent immersed in the endless idea of you, of you and I, of whether we could have made it,
if I tried.
And now, the days of manic breakdowns and finding it hard to breathe with the thought of you with her, are simply memories.
The burden gone, the effect forever.
And now, with my heart in my hand, once again,
my chest calm, my soul at peace,
I thank the universe.
I thank the universe for all it has ever done, for I am entirely, irrevocably, blatantly happy.
—  infectixn
Preserved in Pigment

Summary: The reader is visiting her husband’s grave and has a very heart-wrenching conversation with a broken man visiting the grave of his girlfriend.

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: Talk of death & cancer

A/N: So I’ve had this idea saved in my notes ever since the last few weeks of the semester (back when I had so many good ideas but no time to write) and I just needed something super emotional a few nights ago, so instead of going to bed at a normal time like a regular person, I made myself cry for, like, an hour while writing this. Anyway, this is set a few months after Jess dies, but it’s kind of an AU because she really did just die in an apartment fire and hunting isn’t a thing, so Sam doesn’t have any kind of outlet for his pain. He doesn’t have the revenge drive to kill the thing that killed her, because it was literally just a fire that killed her. So he’s just so lost.

Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “It’s such a gorgeous day. You’d absolutely love it, Hayden. The sky is that exact shade of blue that you were raving about in that shop in Florida. And there’s the one, perfect, bubbly, comic book cloud just floating across the sky. Though I guess you can see it, huh? Just from the other side.”

You stayed at his gravestone for a few more minutes before heading to the center of the cemetery. In the shade of an old oak, you sat down and pulled out your watercolors and paper. It didn’t take long to decide which bouquet of flowers you wanted to paint today. Someone had left Richard Flaherty a lovely bouquet of blue poppies, white lilies, and bright yellow sunflowers. Sunflowers had been some of Hayden’s favorites.

You got so lost in the paint, that you didn’t notice the man visiting a grave just a few feet away. Once you realized you weren’t alone, you tuned out his soft words out of respect and tried to focus on the painting again. After a minute or two, you saw him moving towards you out of the corner of your eye. As he got closer, you looked up from your art and gave him a small smile. “Hi.”

“Hi. Mind if I…” he motioned at the ground next to you and you waved at him to join you. Neither of you spoke for a long few minutes, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact, for two strangers who didn’t even know each other’s names, it was oddly comforting.

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17.1 is officially in the books. I unfortunately did not finish. Out of the 225 reps for the WOD, I capped off at 212 at the 20min mark. Which means I was 13 short of finishing. And let me tell you, IT. WAS. TERRIBLE!!!!! Lol. I did the Rx weight which is the 50lb dumbbell snatch. That part was easy to me. It was the Burpee box jump overs that got me.

Most of you guys don’t know this, but I have really bad chronic asthma. (Seriously I’ve gone to a specialist my entire life). During the WOD, I had to use my inhaler twice to avoid completely passing out. One for after the 3rd set of burpee box jumps overs and another for after the 4th set. By the end I basically felt like I was breathing in glass shards and literally could not breathe. My lungs were so inflamed lol. For the last 50 reps of dumbbell snatches, a good 20 of them were done with my eyes closed because it was the only way I could focus. Anyways I’m still proud of myself for what I’ve done today. I hope everyone else did well too. If anyone else would like to discuss how they did. I would love to hear from you guys.

Btw, that’s my box owner judging me and his wife took that photo. Thank god she didn’t take one of me literally dying afterwards lol.

@labrat-to-gymrat @fit40ferocious @anotherdayanotherchance @dablacksaiyan @thirtysecofanything @barbells-and-coffee @joychuuu


Imagine being the first and only girl at the Penetrators bus.

Author’s note: Since y’all seemed to like, here’s part two. As you know about me so far, I can’t do small things. So with the flashback, this got huge, like REALLY HUGE. I’m sorry about it. Also, no romance here, so I decided to do a part 3, that I will post next week since I’ll be traveling this weekend. I really hope you enjoy it. Also, there’s a Isak imagine on queue, so you’ll have something to read while I’m gone. And please, send me the feedback from this one!! Hahahah I was so nervous to post it, so tell me if you liked it or if I ruined it.

Update: This part was also touched by Alyssa’s magical hands. Go follow her on @imyourliquor-youremypoison and go read some of her amazing work.

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Having Questions // Cheryl Blossom

Summary: Left alone in a hotel with questions on how Cheryl Blossom had such power after leaving you. You contemplate how you got to this point with such agony as such a young age and so many wounds from her. Where do you go from there?

Characters: Reader x Cheryl Blossom, Archie Andrews (mentioned), Betty Cooper (mentioned) and Jason Blossom (mentioned)

Words: 1595

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Nor do I own ‘I Have Questions’ by Camila Cabello, any gifs or images. I only own the storyline.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, allusion to sex, same sex relationship and ANGST

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: It took me three rounds of the song before it got my love. It’s a cool song and it was great writing this!



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Originally posted by thecwriverdale

Why did you leave me here to burn?
I’m way too young to be this hurt
I feel doomed in hotel rooms
Staring straight up at the wall
Counting wounds and I am tryin’ to numb them all

You sat on the edge of the chair in the hotel room staring at the blank wall you had rented under a stupid fake name to keep the light off you. Your heart hurt so much you were physically sick and it didn’t get better at all, ever since she had left the room with cold words ending it all. You were so broken that tears wouldn’t build and fall so instead of counting the tears she caused you thought of the wounds.

Cheryl was your addiction. Simply said but she was ashamed of you and the relationship you had built over the course of three months. At fifteen you sat there thinking of all the time she shunned you at school only to make up lies as to why she had done that earlier.

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Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that—everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.
—  Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband.
The Light Behind Your Eyes (Pt.4)

Originally posted by superheros-and-books

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - HYDRA x Reader - Avengers x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the other members of the Avengers have been searching for you for nearly two months, but to no avail. It’s not until the news breaks of an attack on Boston leads them to you, but what they find is something none of them will ever forget.

Warnings: angst - violence - a teensy bit of language

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Oh boy ya’ll, it’s a bit of a long one. After this, there will be at least one or two more parts. I apologize for the length, but once I started, I just couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t decide on a good cut-off point, so…here we are, part four! Hope ya’ll like it!

Y/N - your name

Y/H/C - your hair color

Y/E/C - your eye color

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It’s been two months.

Two months without Y/N.

Sixty-three days have passed since I’ve seen her smile, heard her gorgeous, contagious laugh, or even pranked Sam. We would drink coffee and watch an episode of a show every morning - we were on the last episode of the newest House of Cards season before we left for the mission. Now I can barely force myself out of bed to even make coffee, let alone bring myself to finish the season without her. My biggest regret besides not being able to keep her safe from the very thing that haunts me is not telling her how much I care about her…how much I need her…how much I love her. An empty ache grows in my chest with each passing day, consuming my thoughts - nothing has been the same without her. Every night, a new nightmare of what could be happening to her tortures my mind. Even when I’m completely exhausted, I can’t trust myself falling asleep. These nightmares are just as bad as the ones that haunted me when I first came to the team and still dreamt about HYDRA. This time around, it’s the same situations, but it’s not me that they’re controlling and manipulating into their own personal weapon of destruction, it’s Y/N.

Steve’s probably the most worried about me. At least twice a week, he pops his head in my doorway with that weird “worried mom” look plastered on his face. And every time, I tell him that I’m fine, even though but we both know that I’m not. Everyone’s treating me like some lost puppy, and it’s kind of starting to piss me off. It feels like the rest of the team is spending more time worrying about me than they are trying to find Y/N.

When I couldn’t save her, my whole world came crashing down around me. I don’t remember much after the phone call with Steve, but Clint told me I was a fucking mess when they found me. Nat wouldn’t admit it to my face, but I could see it in her eyes. They tried to track the tires in the snow, but they lost it after a mile when the winds had picked up and snow started to move in, covering the tracks and forcing us to return back to the compound. The tracks were the only hope I had to bring her back home.  

Tony has been helping Steve and I search for possible locations of where they might be holding her. The rest of the team has been on other missions, but chip in their efforts whenever they can. At this point, we think HYDRA targeted her as a way to bait me. We have poured countless hours into scouring maps, GPS coordinates, possible HYDRA hideouts and movements…anything we could possibly get our hands on, just to get a possible lead on where she could be. We’ve gone to six different locations, trying to follow possible leads, but each search has turned up nothing.

So far, we’ve come up completely empty handed…I’ve never felt this helpless in my entire life. I can’t believe she slipped through my hands so easily…

A quiet knock on the door alerts me of Steve’s presence.

“Hey, Buck,” he whispers caringly, leaning against the door frame. His “mom” face is back.

“Hey,” my voice is hoarse from crying during the night. Steve pushes off the frame and saunters over to where I was sitting on the bed.

“You okay?” Does it fucking look like I’m okay?

“Could be better,” I mumble. He sits next to me, the mattress sinking under his weight. A few moments pass in a heavy silence. I can sense that he’s keeping something from me.

“We have a new lead,” Steve breaks the silence. A flick of hope ignites in my head, but a rain cloud of doubt threatens to put out the weak flame.

“What is it?” I look at Steve. He wears an expression of something I can’t really place. It’s like concern mixed with a look of slight disbelief. Maybe even heartbreak. My stomach churns at the thought of what he might say. “Is Y/N…i-is she…,” a lump in my throat cuts off my sentence.

“She’s alive, Buck. But I’m not sure if you’re ready for this…I don’t think any of us are,” a muscle in Steve’s jaw twitches. He’s nervous.

“What do you mean?” The fact that she’s alive sends a wave of excitement crashing through my body, but the way Steve held his body and the melancholy laced in his expression quickly floods out the excitement.

The sound of chatter and voices from the T.V. carries into the hall. I follow Steve into the main common room. Most of the team are either sitting on the couches or standing, talking amongst themselves. Tony and Banner were missing from the group. Natasha turns her head in our direction, breaking off from her conversation with Sam and Clint, and gravely saunters over to us, the usual pep in her walk nonexistent, her arms hugging her chest. A light shade of red runs along the bottoms of her eyes, and I knew she had been crying. She gently places her hand on my arm and her lip quivers.

“I’m so sorry, Barnes…We’re going to do everything we can to get her back,” her voice shakes. What is she talking about? 

I look over her at the large plasma T.V. that’s partially blocked by the members of the team that are standing. “BREAKING NEWS” flashes on the screen and reveals glimpses of destruction flashing across the screen. A rolling strip of text runs across the bottom of the screen, and her name - Y/N’s name - is in it. My heart stops, and the chattering in the air turns into a persistent buzzing. My feet move against my will as I shove my way past the standing bodies, stopping in front of the T.V.

Y/N’s picture is in the top right corner of the screen. The reporter’s lips are moving, but I can’t hear a single word he’s saying. Her picture switches into a video. I-It’s her…

She’s dressed head to toe in a black, form-fitting suit, carrying a large machine gun in her gloved hands. Dirt cakes one of her cheeks and thin lines of black paint stream down her face from her eyes, but instead of her brilliant Y/E/C that I can lose myself in for hours, there’s only black. Her hair has been shaved to a buzz cut, her Y/H/C hair speckled with dirt. It’s almost like they sucked every last bit of light from her, and all that remains is pure, unforgiving nothingness. They somehow managed to steal the light from behind her eyes that I never thought would leave. My stomach churns as I breathlessly watch a wave of dark, swirling energy burst from her palms, effortlessly hurling a car out of her way, landing somewhere out of the frame. The power that shot out of her looks exactly like Wanda’s. Something tugs on my sleeve and I warily turn my head in the direction of the tugging.

Wanda stands next to me, silent tears creeping down her pale cheeks. She brings a delicate hand to my face, wiping away tears I didn’t even know had been shed. My gaze returns to the screen, becoming completely and utterly captivated by the events unfolding before me.

More footage shows a small group of HYDRA agents and operatives following her lead, some shooting at targets far out of frame, others holding their guns, ready to attack at any given moment. The video switches to a higher aerial view of their procession and I stare in horror as an agent hands Y/N a new weapon. She loads it, and drops it into her other hand, taking aim at a building. It launches a black, compact object and demolishes an entire building, the explosion sending debris flying into the air and shooting in every direction. If I had actually eaten anything this morning, I’m sure it would’ve come up by now. My nightmares were coming true, and I was so entranced by the raw, grave reality of all of it that I couldn’t even move a muscle.

Another hand touches my shoulder. Through my blurry vision I can see Steve, his face scared and ashen. He’s wearing his combat suit.

“We’re flying out in ten minutes,” he tells me, his voice muffled by something I can’t see.

“What?” I blink away warm tears. “W-who’s flying out?” The heavy blanket blocking out the rest of the world begins to lift off of my shoulders. I drag my leg and face him. Moving my head, I see Natasha, Wanda, and Tony standing near the elevator, Natasha and Wanda both wearing their gear while Tony was still in a t-shirt and jeans.  

“I need you to stay here, Buck,” Steve whispers and I snap my head towards him. “I promise we’re going to bring her back.”

“No,” I choke. “I’m coming with.”

Steve rolls his head and breathes out a deep sigh from his nose, dropping his gaze to the ground.

“I know how much she means to you, Bucky,” he mutters, voice low. “But you’re not fit to do this right now,” he gestures to the screen flashing clips of unearthly destruction. “You haven’t slept in days, let alone eaten, and this mission would require you to be-”

“I can do this, Stevie,” I whisper, desperation tainting my voice. “Please, I-I need to do this. I’m the one who lost her, I need to be the one to bring her back.” I do my best to stop my eyes from spilling any more tears. I need to fucking do this.

Steve searches my eyes for a few seconds, then looks back at Tony. Tony slightly nods his head a few times and drops his gaze to his feet.

“Suit up, Barnes,” he says, bringing his head up. “We leave in five.”

The news reports all say that Y/N is in Boston. We take the fastest jet Tony has on the compound, and reach the city within an hour. Flying above it, Y/N’s path of destruction is clear as day.

Whole blocks of buildings lie in ruins, their materials and contents scattered everywhere. The only people patrolling the areas of destruction are members of the National Guard and some police forces, digging through the rubble, searching for people in need of help.

“Over there,” Wanda points out the window towards a large dome of black, flickering energy. A chill slowly trickles down my spine at the sight of it. Tony steers the jet in the direction of the energy, managing to land the jet in a large area of dirt where a parking structure and multiple buildings once stood a couple of blocks away from the dome of static energy. I would know - the area was in the news coverage earlier.  

The back of the jet opens and the team starts to file out. I grab a machine gun from the shelves of weaponry and load it, grabbing a few extra knives and another smaller handgun. As I turn to leave, I see Steve waiting for me by the exit.

“You ready?” He hands me an earpiece.

“Let’s bring her home.” We walk out of the jet and join the rest of the group.

Steve breaks off and stands in front of the team, Tony by his side.

“Alright let’s keep this brief, people,” Tony calls out over the sirens and a loud, far away rumbling sound. “Our goal is to secure Y/N and shut down whatever’s happening under that dome. Banner will be in the skies, surveying the area deploying whatever methods necessary in order to contain her in one area. If it comes down to it, the jet is equipped with five long-range darts of strong tranquilizers, ready to fire at any moment,” he pauses. “We’re going to get her, no matter what.” A few people nod. “Alright, let’s get moving.”

Up close, the swirling energy creates a strong breeze. The rumbling we heard when the jet landed was roaring like an angry ocean in my ears now. The inky haze camouflages the building the Y/N had shot at during the news coverage. The dome covered an area of about a block. We had split off into smaller groups of people. I was with Steve and Wanda. Tony, Rhodes, Clint, and Nat started to walk to the other side. Vision and Sam had taken to the skies while Banner went up in the jet.

I walk up to the dome, the intense breeze blowing strands of hair into my face. Slowly, I move my palm closer to the dome, a light tingle pricking at my fingertips. I push my palm against it, the energy making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. The energy is hard like a wall, making it impossible to pass through.

“There’s no way to pass through that thing,” I shout over the noises of popping electricity and the rumbling.

Alright, Vision. Light it up,” Tony’s voice rings through the comms.

A blinding line of buzzing energy cuts through the dome, slicing it from the bottom up, sending black particles slashing into the air.

Let’s go!” Steve calls out over the deafening commotion. We run through the opening, jumping over piles of rubble and debris. I watch as the wall of energy slowly falls away, disappearing into the warm air. Glass from the blown out windows of the crumbling building ahead of us crunches under my boots. A figure stands near the entrance of the building, gun in hand, arms raised. We continue to run, pounding on towards the figure, and my chest tightens in fear at the list of endless outcomes cramming into my thoughts. At this point, nothing was certain, but anything could happen.

Agents begin to rush towards us and the firing of bullets fills my ears. From above, Tony, Rhodes, Vision, and Clint work to strike down as many agents as possible.

As we close-in on the building, the number of agents drastically dwindles, the details of the figure become clear.

It’s Y/N. Her arms are pointed straight out, a handgun at the ready, her face drained of all emotion.

A shot rings through the air, zipping past my ear. With her background, if she wanted to kill me, she could’ve easily made that shot. I turn around and see Nat cradling her arm.

Natasha makes eye contact with me. “Behind you!” She hollers.

Y/N drops the handgun. It clatters to the ground, and she thrusts her palms outwards, sending a billowing cloud of thick, dark energy rushing in our direction.

Wanda!” I call out above the roaring.

On it!” A wall of red energy forms out of thin air right in front of us, stopping as in our tracks. The inky energy slams into the red and Wanda grunts as she pushes more power into it. The black races up the wall, dispersing into the air above us, the wind circling around the barricade. As the air clears, Y/N marches through the twirling black, a machine gun with an attached grenade launcher resting in her hands. She stops, raises the gun, aims, and pulls back on the trigger. Fire explodes over Wanda’s energy as the ground beneath our feet vibrates, and she falls to her knees, crying out in anguish over the amount of energy she’s supplying into the barricade. Y/N walks closer, this time stopping about five yards away from us. She’s so close now, it feels like I could just reach out and pull her into my arms. My heart begins to ache.

She swings the weapon up to her face, taking aim once again.

Banner!” Steve calls out. “We could really use only of those tranquilizers right now!

Wanda’s still on the ground, her face twisted in pain and frustration. The wall separating us from Y/N gradually begins to degrade as Wanda loses more of her strength. The thinning barricade threatens to disappear as Y/N shifts her feet, steadying her body, preparing to brace herself against the recoil of the gun.  

Time slows around me. Y/N’s finger reaches for the trigger, ready to kill. Then out of the corner of my eye, something fast strikes her shoulder, throwing off her aim, sending another grenade flying to the far left. A large dart juts out from her left shoulder and she stumbles a bit to the side, dropping her weapon as she absorbs the velocity of the impact. She bends over, her hands on her knees as she gently sways. Shaking her head, she snaps her body upwards, grabbing the needle and yanking it out of her arm. She tosses it to the side, thrusting out her left palm, but nothing happens. A look of confusion quickly flashes across her face, her black eyes widening. Her jaw clenches. With a grunt, she thrusts out her palm again, only a few wisps of energy sputtering out. Her chest rises and falls heavily, and she quickly goes to grab her gun when Tony shoots a beam of light in between her and the weapon.

Not so fast,” he speaks through the suit. He lands a few feet in front of me, blowing up some dust from the boosters in his suit. “This ends now.” Rhodes and Vision land behind me, and Steve is crouching beside Wanda. Clint was back by Natasha, tentatively tending to her wound. Sam was standing in front of Steve, creating a barrier between the fighting and Wanda.

Y/N stands in front of us, her glare darting from one face to another. I can feel her stare linger on me, even through the never-ending darkness of her eyes.

Bucky,” a gentle voice whispers in my mind. It sounds like…Y/N. But…how?

“Y/N?” I mutter. Her face contorts in frustration and she shakes her head again.

No!” She screams, more to herself than us. I look up at the jet circling above us.

“Banner, hit her with another dart,” I breathe into the comms.

But she hasn’t done anyth -

Do it!” I yell at him, staring at Y/N.

Barnes, what are you -,” Tony begins to question me, then stops as he seems to understand what I’m trying to do. “Banner, the tranquilizer brings her back. Hit her again!

Y/N snarls and sprints in our direction, yelping out in pain as another dart strikes her in the back. She tumbles to the ground, landing face down. A low groan rumbles from her as she shakily pushes herself up, kneeling on all fours. She drags her head up, breathing heavily. The pitch black that had invaded her eyes was gone, and her beautiful Y/E/C eyes squinted at me.

B…Bucky?” Her voice was fragile and quiet.

Y/N,” I rush towards her, brushing passed Tony, ignoring his protests, and almost reach her when out of nowhere, black crawls up the thin veins in her face, and the color of her eyes is hungrily consumed by darkness. All of a sudden, it feels like a pair of hands are strangling my neck and the air catches in my throat. I choke as the pressure strengthens and feel my body being lifted into the air. The energy swirls around me, and dark dots dart across my vision. My lungs are screaming for air, but the tension only grows. I can see Y/N a few feet ahead, standing below my dangling body.

My name is Ангел,” her voice rings clear in my mind as a cruel, wild smirk spreads across her face. “And you’re my mission.”

The lack of oxygen makes my head pound and it feels like it’s going to explode at any second. One second I’m on the verge of passing out, and the next, my body drops to the ground like a ragdoll while Y/N cries out. Lying on my back, I hoarsely gasp for air as my throat opens up again. Turning my head, I see Y/N passed out on her back, her hand a few inches from mine. I manage to pull myself into a sitting position through the heavy dizziness invading my stability. Steve jogs over to me and extends his arm. I reach up and he clamps his hand in mine, pulling me up from the ground.

“You okay, Buck?” He questions breathlessly. I rub at my neck, kneading out the ghostly pain.

“I will be,” I groan. Looking down, Y/N still remains motionless on the ground, her limbs completely limp. Staggering over to her, I check for a pulse in her neck. It’s weak, but there. I scoop up her legs, then slide my arm under her back, easily lifting her up from the debris. I turn around and find everyone’s eyes glued to me.

“Let’s go home,” I breathe. I start walking in the direction of where the jet will land, ignoring the glares from the rest of the team.

Banner, I need to do a scan of the building to clear -” I carefully lift my arm cradling Y/N’s leg to my ear, pulling out the piece from my ear, cutting out Tony’s voice from my conscience. I leave it behind in the dust. A wave of calmness washes over me as I carry Y/N towards the jet as it lands a few blocks away, the words she had spoken in my mind still ringing in my ears.

Ангел - angel

Part Five

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A Day of Firsts Part 2

So I wasn’t planning on doing a continuation of this, but since @feysand17 asked super nicely I decided to finish it. So here’s part 2!

Rating: NSFW-ish

It had been weeks since Rhys had tied me up and left me there. We of course had made up and had many fun nights since. He thought I had forgotten my vow to make him pay for his little ‘prank’.

He was wrong.


Feyre seemed to be in a rather frisky mood. All throughout my endless meetings of the day, she had been sending me notes detailing what she planning on doing to me that night. Some of the messages even left me blushing. What a wicked mouth that beautiful creature had. It took all of my willpower to stick through the droning of my Hewn City constituents. When my meetings finally came to an end, I winnowed to our townhouse as soon as I bid them goodbye.

The house was illuminated with hundreds of candles. The wonderful scent of pine filled my nostrils, and I closed my eyes to savor the scent. It reminded me of my days training with Cassian and Azriel. I felt a gentle nudge at the entrance of my metal shields, and I opened it a crack to allow Feyre in.

“You’re finally home” she purred with delight. A smile crept onto my face. She began sending me images of her laying in our bed, running her hand in slow circles on her belly. She was dressed in lacy white lingerie that barely covered her most sensative areas. My cock immediately reacted to the delicious sight of her.

“Come here” she commanded. I practically sprinted up the stairs, shedding my clothes as I bounded up the steps. I stopped right before the door, giving myself time to compose myself. Wouldn’t want to ruin the fun with becoming too excited too quickly. 

I pushed open the door and immediately stopped dead in my tracks. Standing there in only a leather undergarment, was Cassian. He held a whip in his hand, and he wagged his eyebrows up and down at me.

“Ohhhhhh Rhyyyyyyyysssssss. Have you been a baaaaaaaaaad boy?” He chuckled. To say I was horrified would be an understatement. I was close with my dear brother, but this was an image I could have gone my entire immortal life without seeing.

“Cassian…what in the rutting hell.” I choked out. He began howling with laughter. Feyre appeared next to him, doubling over with laughter herself. I just stood there, waiting for an explaination.

“I told you I’d get you back” she giggled, unable to contain her laughter.

“You sure did” Cassian beamed, giving Feyre a high five. “I don’t think Rhysie-weesie will be messing with you anytime soon.”

“Don’t call me Rhysie-weesie” I grumbled. It seemed tonight was very disappointing indeed.


I opened my eyes but quickly closed them back shut as I let out a groan.

The sunlight that stared back at me was an instant reminder that it was a new day. I squeezed my eyes tightly together as I could feel them filling up with water. Since the day I came home from the hospital I have been glued to my bed. I felt like my entire soul was gone, I was physically here but not mentally. Every single day I just laid here and cried until my eyes hurt. This had became my life for the pass two months. Every day I dreamed about what Gummy Bear would have looked like. I wondered how his little laugh would sound or how it would feel when his tiny little fingers would hold on to mine. What I wouldn’t give to feel him kicking me like a soccer player like he did almost everyday. I pulled myself out of bed to take a much needed shower which I hoped would make me feel better but deep down inside I knew it wouldn’t.

As I looked over at my night stand I saw a cup of strawberries, a Starbucks iced coffee, and a note.

It was from Nazar, he let me know he had to run out and would be back soon. I knew when he didn’t mention exactly what he had to run out for it was because it had something to do with the kids. Ever since we lost Bear he tried to avoid bringing up Jaz and Major around me. I knew deep down it was because their mother was the cause behind this shit happening to me. The thought of her made my blood boil. I was instantly so mad it felt like you could see steam coming from my fucking head.

I continued on to my bathroom to take my shower so I could calm down.

After I was finished I made my way to Bear’s room like I did everyday.

I looked at the paint swatches Bee and I had painted before I took a seat on the floor. I tried to keep myself together but I couldn’t as I broke down crying.

I let out a gut wrenching scream as I cried so hard it felt like I was going to throw up. I stayed this way for over 25 minutes until I could somewhat calm myself down. 15 minutes later I heard my doorbell but didn’t bother to move.

I continued to sit there with tears running down my face. The person at my door would not lay off my bell but I didn’t care. I had a good idea that it was probably Bee but I wasn’t in the mood today at all for any visitors. She came by to see me everyday but Nazar was always here to let her in. After a few more minutes the door bell stopped.

As I continued to cry I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. Being here in this house was killing me on the inside. Nazar brought up moving a few days after I came home from the hospital but I never gave him an answer. Deep down it was because I knew us moving wouldn’t fix anything. I knew what I needed and it couldn’t be done with Nazar. I needed time to be alone to heal for myself. I loved Nazar and would do anything for him but I couldn’t be here with him anymore. Just Jaz and Major alone was a constant reminder of what they mother had done to me. Lord knows how much I love those kids but I didn’t want to start to turn mean against them because of their fucked up ass mother. In the space I am in that was liable to start to happen. It hurt me like shit just to think about Nazar and I not being together but I knew it was what I needed to do in order to get back to that happy place with myself again. I wiped my tears as I got up to start packing as much things as I could while hoping Nazar wouldn’t come back before I was finish.

Two hours later I was done as I headed back in the house to write Nazar a letter before I left.

After I was finished I slipped my engagement ring off and placed it on the counter. I grabbed my bag as I tried to hold back the tears that were now taking over my eyes. I was literally walking away from the life I had grown to love for the pass two years.


It was after 9:00 at night when I pulled up into my driveway and right away I noticed NaNa’s truck was gone. I had tried calling her several times throughout the day but she never answered. Lyyn had called and told me she stopped by earlier but NaNa wouldn’t answer the door for her. Lyyn knew she was home because both of her cars were still in the driveway. I activated my car voice call and told it to call her. This time I was met with her voicemail, I pressed end and let out a deep breathe as I got out. When I made it through the door I headed to the kitchen to put down the food I had picked up for dinner. 

As I turned the corner NaNa’s ring and a piece of paper caught my attention.

Yo what the fuck.

I said to myself as I put the bag down and picked up what was a letter.

Nazar………………………….. I don’t even know how to start this shit off. I feel hella fucked up for leaving you like this with a letter. Nazar I love you with every inch of my heart know that but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue on like this. Everyday I open my eyes I feel like I’m dying on the inside and no matter how many tears I shed it doesn’t make me feel better, it doesn’t bring Bear back. I need time to myself and to heal. As much as I wish I could, I can’t do this and build with you together. When you asked me about moving I knew then deep down inside that moving wasn’t the answer, it wouldn’t fix this. I know you’re going to be mad with me for not saying anything but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I feel like you feel like the woman you fell in love with is floating away. You don’t have to tell me, I see it in your eyes everyday as you watch me sink in our bed. Please don’t try to pursue me Nazar. I don’t know where this is going to lead us but I can only hope it’s somewhere good in the future. If it happens to not be and you find somebody new, that’s okay. No matter what happens please know I will never forget you and will always love you.                                                                                  

I reread her letter 3 times and each time I got more pissed off. I took a seat at the island as a single tear ran down my face.

My mind raced as I sat silent for what seemed like hours. For two fucking months I begged her to talk to me. I fucking begged her to tell me how she was feeling and not fucking once did she say this shit to me. I’m hurting just like she’s hurting but I wouldn’t dare walk away from her, that shit never even crossed my mind. It fucked me up to know she felt like she was dying on the inside and she couldn’t get through this with me. In the two years Natalia and I have been together I have given her nothing short of my all. I have never loved another woman outside of my mother the way I loved Natalia and it pissed me off how she just walked away like we were not in this together. It kills me everyday just to walk pass Bear’s room door and know he will never be coming home. My chest heaved up and down as all the anger and emotions I had pent up came to surface. In one swift motion I knocked everything off the counter on to the floor.

I grabbed a bottle of Hennessy from the cabinet and knocked half of it back.

I welcomed the burning sensation as it moved down from my chest and started to warm my body. Everything in the house reminded me of Natalia. The warm vanilla scent she loved filled my nose as if she was standing right in front of me. Some of her shoes and handbags were still spread throughout the house.

I leaned back against the wall not realizing I was pressing against the iPad that controlled everything in the house until the fire place lit up and the stereo started playing.

It just so happened to be one of Natalie’s favorite songs by Anthony Hamilton that was playing. The more I listened to the words the more the shit was describing my life at the moment. Out of nowhere I hurled the bottle at the stereo making it hit the floor and the glass shatter.

I slid down to the floor, I could now hear Natalia’s screams echoing through my head.

The gut wrenching screams and cries she let out after she found out Bear didn’t make it would forever be in my head. Everybody in the hospital room that night was at a loss for words. She kept asking her mother why, why did it have to be her. Not even Ms. Italy could find the words to say as she climbed into her hospital bed and held her until she fell asleep. Since Bear was stillborn we were offered by the hospital for them to bury him but I wasn’t having it. I made sure to give Bear the proper burial and had a beautiful headstone made for him. Natalia didn’t want to see Bear but I did have the hospital take pictures in case she ever changed her mind. She had said she rather wonder what Bear would have looked like verses seeing him laying there lifeless. Instantly the photos of Bear’s tiny little body laying there took over my head and all I could see was red. I had been looking high and fucking low for Taysha’s ass and it was like this bitch had skipped off the face of the fucking earth. I had never hated a bitch in my entire life the way I hated Taysha. I couldn’t even fathom that this bitch was my kids mother. Like what the fuck was I on when I slept with her ass. I couldn’t wait for the moment when I found her and put a bullet through this bitch skull. Enraged I started knocking and pushing over anything I could get my hands on.

Next think I knew in one swift motion I was punching a hole in the wall before I grabbed my keys and left back out.


part 2; lies and deceit

Part one

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre: angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 3k

a/n:  this part is super cheesy lol but i don’t care bc i felt cheesy and angsty..  as i said before i want to make this scenario as short as possible but we’ll see.. or i might just stop altogether. either way i really hope some of you like it and again thank you so much for taking the time to read. 

People always seemed to be intimated by you for some reason. Each time you walked the halls people gave you this strange look as if they couldn’t understand you, as if you weren’t like them in anyway. Which is why you never had any friends your freshman year of high school. None. Not a soul wanted to sit beside you in class, you were usually left with empty seats on either side of you. During lunch it was the same, you’d sit at the end of a table while the other students filled the seats on the other side. At first you didn’t seem to mind, it’s not like your main focus in high school was to have tons of friends and as your mother would say “experience the best years of your life”. What you really wanted was to focus on grades and getting the perfect GPA. But eventually the emotionless attitude wore out and the suppressed feelings from being an outcast caught up to you..

The first half of your freshman year was outstanding in grades but a complete failure in making any friends or feeling good about yourself, feeling happy.

The only friends you had were books, you’d stay almost everyday after school reading or spending extra time with a teacher to get ahead in the class. Which is how you ran into the one person who would change everything for you.

Jeon Jungkook was popular since birth, or so the rumors went, he was admired by everyone. Every single person in the high school knew him, including the upperclassmen. They loved the bad boy vibes he had, his leather jackets and boots, his one earring he wore, his dark hair and eyebrows, the intimidating and menacing look he had. He was most known for his skills in sports and dating girls older than him. You had three classes with the guy but never paid him any attention, he was loud and obnoxious and it annoyed you. Of course he had the looks, and the body but with his cocky attitude none of it appealed to you. As far as you knew he didn’t even know you existed, if you passed by it was like nothing, he was oblivious to your presence. So for you he didn’t matter.

It was a regular day for you, you were putting your books away in your locker, the halls were empty and everyone had left long ago. You were getting ready to leave yourself. You didn’t hear when Jungkook came marching down the hallway, his face red and full of rage, his big fists clenching at his sides ready to punch anything that was in his way. All you heard was the loud slam of your locker in your face and its echo filling the hallway. You’d expect a scream or squeal to escape your lips but your mouth stayed shut.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry are you hurt?!” Jungkook quickly asks once he see’s someone behind the locker he just punched, his voice trembling still with anger but now more worried. He focuses on you now to see if he did hurt you in anyway and was completely taken back, the sight of you quickly dissolved all the anger he was feeling before and replaced it with something else.

You didn’t hear a word he said, you didn’t even see who it was exactly. You had your eyes closed tight and your hands up to your ears to block out any sound, all you heard was the rapid beating of your heart, it wasn’t even in sync the beating was all over the place.

He touches your shoulder and you open your eyes. They widened when you recognized the guy in front of you. Jungkook was speaking to you his lips moving fast and his brows furrowed displaying a look of full worry and hopelessness. But you couldn’t hear him you still had your ears covered and you were still shaking. He touches your shoulder again and stands closer to you, he only said one word this time and you knew that word. Your name. Jungkook knew your name.

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miragelindsey  asked:

I'm going to hate myself for this but for the song prompt thing can you do Cast Away Dreams by Lindsey Buckingham because.....I love that song and I love pain YEET 💙

You wanted some pain, here you go girl have some pain.

  You unfold the letter trying to smooth out all it’s creases.  It’s well worn and flimsy, the ink smudged, bleeding in some places when you had shed a tear or two onto the paper.  You found the letter three years ago in the attic when you were looking for your Christmas presents.  It was in a box marked “Easter Decorations”, along with the letter was a little blue baby hat, a birth certificate, and a picture of THEM, your real parents.  You always knew you were adopted but your parents had told you, you were given away by a single mother, once you read the letter you knew it wasn’t true.


I’m writing this letter with hopes that I’ll be back before you even realize I was gone.  For reasons I pray you’ll never need to know or understand I have to go away for a little while.  I’m searching for the words that will make you know exactly how much you mean to me.

  After you were born I held you in my arms and I could feel something inside me shift, like my entire life the world was tilted at an angle, then you came along and everything was set right.  I could feel your heartbeat, I could feel your mother and I rushing through your veins.  I never thought I could ever love anything as much as I love your mother.  From the first moment she smiled at me, laughed at me in the rain eight years ago, I knew.  I knew from the deepest parts of my soul that she was going to be everything to me, my entire world, and for eight years she was.

  She and I are connected on a cosmic level, our love is stardust and dirt roads, our hearts beat at the same pace even if we’re not together.  It’s the kind of love people search their entire lives for, so imagine how incredible it is for me to have that two times over.  Because William, it’s the three of us now that are connected on a cosmic level, we all make each others worlds right, we are whole together and always will be. 

  No matter where I am William, I want you to always remember that you are my son, I am your father.  Even though I have to go right now, it’s not forever, I’ll be back and when I am I’ll read you this letter and tell you all about how much your mother and I love each other.  How much we love you William.  Until then I’ll dream of you every night and hope you dream of me.

  I love you my beautiful son.  I love you.


  You carefully fold the note back up and slide it under your mattress.  What happened you think, what happened?  How could two people who loved each other so much, who loved you so much give you away.  It just doesn’t make sense, but you believe him, you three are connected on a cosmic level.  You can feel it in the twitch of your fingers, in the sideways bite of your lip, in your heartbeat.

  Your going to find them someday, then your world won’t feel so sideways anymore.  You’ll find them and everything will be right.


We have reached 900! Well, technically speaking we reached 900 about four days ago but I’ve just gotten around to making this milestone post for it. I’m writing it in notes and pasting it into Tumblr so it keeps my spacing, since tumblr mobile likes to fuck everything up and make it hard to read. I’m still taking requests on what to do for 1K by the way, if any of you have ideas. Nevertheless, thank you guys so much for sticking around, it makes this whole experience so worth it. As per usual, I’d like to thank some people for being awesome.

@luminatrix: Thank you for being an absolutely amazing friend. I hope things improve for you, no one deserves happiness more.

@robaroo72: Even though I don’t talk to you as much as I want to, I still consider you one of my closest internet friends and an all around cool peepo. Hope University is still going well!

@markired: You’re one of my biggest inspirations as I’ve said so many times before, and I’d like to thank you for putting up with all the asks I send you all the time. XD

@hufflepufftrax , @fear-is-nameless @mysteriousdogduo, and anyone else who likes my fics: Thank you so much for the support. It’s you guys that are giving me the inspiration to finish part 2 and continue writing in the first place.

@nenyathecat: That video you made for me legit made my entire life, my best friend sometimes puts it on when I’m not paying attention because she knows how happy it makes me. Thank you so much for your continued support and enthusiasm.

@monochromemedic, @markiplitesaway, @nenyathecat and a handful of anons: Thank you guys for giving me support yesterday. It was not a good day for me as you could probably guess, but you guys really made me feel a lot better. After a long nights sleep and some Mac and cheese, I think I’m feeling ok, but it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly without you guys. Thank you so much.

With that out of the way, here’s some other blogs that I love/that inspire me that you should really check out.

@magic-marvin-protection-patrol @anti-support-group @freeshifreeshi @markiplitessepticeyes @marielgum

I have more but as you guys know by now I have the memory of a goldfish on meth. You guys all mean the world to me, so if you didn’t get tagged just chalk it up to my god awful memory. I would never leave someone out out of malicious intent, you know that. Once again, thank you all for 900! May there be many more edits and milestones to come!

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