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Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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paris matchmakers au

so there’s an issue. ladybug and chat noir, the famous superhero duo of paris, are madly in love with each other. everyone can see it, the whole of paris in fact, but they don’t have a clue. so here’s the bottom line: it’s time for paris to make those two realize their true feelings for one another.

  • they start with matchmaking segments on the evening news. betting pools are quick to follow. 
    • mayor bourgeois currently has 100 euros for “ship development/first kiss” on valentines day, but no one believes that’ll ever happen. (they all are actually quite happy to hand over his winnings).
    • “and now to pierre with our local ladynoir sightings.”
    • “our ladynoir matchmaking challenge. 1:7 akumas are caused by this.”
  • little old ladies come up to chat noir posing as ladybug’s grandmother try to set him up with “oh my sweet granddaughter, oh you’d just love her!
  • ladybug and chat noir stop on a rooftop to regroup during patrol and suddenly there’s a noise, and they turn around to see the homeowner discretely sliding them a picnic basket and candle with a wink before disappearing. 
  • they hold news specials on television. psychologists, relationship gurus, therapists, behavior analysts, renowned scientists… they all make an appearance and analyze the latest footage from ladybug and chat noir’s battles and interactions.
    • “do you see how he took that blow for her? he doesn’t want anything to happen to her, and that’s a sign of a man who cares.”
    • “she touched his nose. no, she booped his nose, and according to the youngin’s these days, that’s a clear sign of affection.”
    • “he was blushing. no, no, he was blushing…. no, no, why would that be wind burn? he’s obviously blushing, god, deborah.”
  • fake akuma alerts that lead the superheroes to a random cafe with a chef shrugging and proclaiming in a loud voice, “well, i thought that was an akuma! but alas, it was not. i am terribly sorry. but, oh no, all my customers have left! and now i have a romantic candelit dinner that will now go to waste! oh whatever should i do?!
  • during an interview, ladybug is asked who her “celebrity crush” is, and she accidentally blurted out adrien. suddenly adrien is the Most Hated Man In Paris™.
    • mayor bourgeois, chloe’s dad, ships ladynoir™ hardcore and won’t let adrien into the hotel anymore. “you’ll give us a bad rep, son.”
    • gabriel has to cancel adrien’s photoshoots since using him will be bad for business. adrien is ecstatic and fuels the ladrien™ as much as he can.
    • eventually ladybug sets the record straight once the mobs start and says that she’s more of a “cat person” anyway. 
  • whenever ladynoir and chat noir was alone, Can You Feel The Love Tonight?, My Heart Will Go On, and A Thousand Years will randomly be played by conveniently (strategically) placed around the city.
  • eventually ladybug and chat noir agree to fake date to get paris off their backs. there’s a parade. national ladynoir day. school is cancelled.
    • “so when are you gonna propose?” is the question chat noir hears the most.

anonymous asked:

Hey there :) was just wondering if you could maybe do a list of high school sterek au's where Derek and stiles are the same age or quite near in age. cheers ^ω^

the lunch table configuration by thepsychicclam

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

Talk Geeky to Me by stilesanderek

Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they’re each other’s only friend. That usually doesn’t bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends–or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.

In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other’s first kiss–strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can’t stop noticing how hot Derek is, can’t stop thinking about kissing and touching him.

OR

The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

Oh God, He’s Hot by lupus

When Stiles came home a couple of days before junior year started from a summer away, he was a little more than excited to see his best friend Derek, especially now that he’d finally gotten the courage to act upon his long standing crush on the guy. There’s just one problem; somewhere in the span of three months puberty hit Derek like the bus hit Regina George and all of the sudden Derek is hot.
And Stiles isn’t the only one who’s noticed.

Accidentally in Love by Scruffy_Wolf

Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.

Derek’s not sure what gives but he’s certain that Laura’s behind it.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard

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Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

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“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

REMUS LUPIN X READER (TRUTH OR DARE?)

ok so i’ve just watched The Amazing Spiderman and i got Remus feels while watching Peter so here you go, a young Remus Lupin imagine

also, if anyone wants part 2, it could be their date, them already being together, smut, just request and i’ll write:)

i’m sorry i posted it again, tumblr was playin with meh

word count: 1204

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It was a cold day of winter at Hogwarts, snow covering the windows and the grounds, so it was safe to say that not one student was outside. Of course, there were a lot of things to do in the castle, such as annoying Filch, pranks, annoying Peeves (or him annoying you), playing chess, muggle-borns playing hide and seek, there was a lot to do. But with all these things to do, there were certain people that were extremely bored.

You and your friend, Lily, were in the common room, near the fire. She had her nose buried in a book, as always, and you were simply staring at the fire with a cup of hot tea in your hands, a blanket wrapped around you. You two were enjoying the silence, although you weren’t the only people in the common room; it was quiet, and that was what you both needed.

“Oi, Evans, Y/L/N, come here, let’s play a game!” you turn around and see four boys climbing out of the portait hole; Sirius, James, Peter and Remus, the four Marauders. Sirius, being the one who called you, looked at you with a smirk on his face. “Oh, come on, it’s not like you have something better to do,” he whined. It was somehow true, you didn’t. But Lily was.

You looked at the four boys, until your eyes lay on Remus and you look away quickly, blushing. It was alright, you could blame it on the fire. “Well, I don’t know… Lily?”

“No way, I’m reading.” She shook her head.“

“Please, Lily,” you beg. You could use come distraction from your thoughts right now.

She sighed and close her book, which made a loud noise. “Fine,” she said firmly. “But if you make us break the rules…”

“We won’t, Evans, now come on, let’s make a circle,” Sirius says excitedly as he sits down on the carpet, along with the others, so you were sitting between him and Lily. James, being head over heels for Lily, sat next to her, and took out of his pocket an empty bottle of firewhisky. “I start!” yells Sirius as he spins the bottle, all of your eyes watchin it intently.

It landed on Sirius and James. “Truth or dare, young man?” Sirius cocked an eyebrow at his bestfriend.

“Dare,” he said, looking at Sirius intensely.

“I dare you to go to Filch and ask him girl advice.” He smirked, as you all let out a laugh. James agreed, and soon enough we were all in wandeing the corridors in search for Filch.

         ***

“Oh, my God,” you laugh, trying to catch your breath as you enter in the common room again.

“He said to stick a dung bomb up her arse,” James laughed so loud it echoed through the corridors.

They sat back in the circle and James spun the bottle, it making an annoying sound as it spun, everyone curious who’s going to be the next one. It stopped on James and you. “Truth or Dare, Y/N?” You quickly glanced at Remus, although you didn’t know why and catch him already staring at you.

“Truth,” you answer, moving your glance back on James.

“Do you fancy someone?” You roll your eyes at the stupid question, although a blush appears on your cheeks, knowing that the person was in the room.

“Maybe,” you answer.

“That’s not how you should answer!” James exclaims, smirking.“Who is it, Y/N?”

“Yes, I do fancy someone. I’m not telling you who it is, you’re only allowed one question,” you say as you spin the bottle. It stopped at you and Sirius. “Oh, are you joking!” you cried.

“Well, Y/N, I give you two options. Truth, you say who you fancy. Dare, you kiss him.”

“How do you know it’s a he? Maybe it’s a she, maybe I’m a lesbian,” you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“We both know you’re not. Now, your choice.”

You sigh dramatically. You thought this was gonna be fun, you never thought you were going to be forced to admit your feelings towards Remus, or worse, kiss him. Not that it would be bad to kiss him, because quite frankly, you played your first kiss in your head a million times, but not in these circumstances. Either way, you weren’t exactly forced to do any of those, you could easily leave. But you didn’t want to be a coward. “Fine, you wanna know who I fancy?” you throw your arms in the air with exasperation, as they all looked at you curiously. Lily obviously knew, as she was your bestfriend, but the four Marauders didn’t, and you weren’t keen to tell them. “It’s one of you.”

“No, Y/N, you have to tell us-”

“Says who?” you say as you get up.

“T-the game? Y/N, come on! Don’t leave us like this,” Sirius whines. “It’s not fair. At least give us a clue!”

You thought for a bit. You had to say something that none of them would get it, only Remus. He’d be the only one who would get it, because of course, it’s about him. There was something that he onle shared with you. “It’s the one who has a stack of chocolate,” you smile playfully and go towards the girls’ dormitories.

“But none of us has that!” you hear Sirius yell after you, but you were already in your room, ready to sit on the bed, when you hear steps rushing up the stairs and then the door opens, Remus standing at the entrance, panting.

“Y/N,” he said breathlessly. “I mean, I-um, there is no one else with a stack of chocolate by any chance, is it?” he asks looking at you hopefully, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

You take a step closer as you were both a few inches away from each other. “From all I know there’s only you.” You shrug.

“Well, I-I, um, I… don’t know what I’m saying,” he laughs and clears his voice.

“Just say it.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and closed it. Instead, he placed his hands on your waist and brushed his lips against yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. As you weren’t expecting that, you took a few seconds to answer his kiss and move your hands to cup his cheeks, enjoying everything you ever imagined these past few months.

As you pull away, your hands still remain on his cheeks and his on your waist. “The boys are probably mad because I have a stack of chocolate and I didn’t tell them,” he said and you laughed. “If you haven’t noticed yet, I like you too, Y/N.”

“I do now.”

“Then go out with me! W-we could go to a bookshop, I know you love books, we could also get tea and we could just read-”

“Remus,” you said firmly. He looked at you concerned. “That’d be amazing, but don’t stress that much for me, please. It’s just me, Y/N.”

“The fact that it’s just you, Y/N, absolutely drives me crazy,” he whispers before pulling you into another kiss.

The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together. 

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warnings:  none. fluff? 

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‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’ 

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.

“(Y/N)!”

Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.

“How?”

(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

Worth Waiting For

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Peter Parker x Reader

Worth Waiting For

Prompt: None

Note: It has been literally forever, but Hannah and I have been swamped with school and I spent a while without a laptop and I’m still super, super busy, but I had a thought while I was on Tumblr (while I was supposed to be editing my manuscript, but I digress…) so here you go. As you all know by now, I’m a ho for soulmate AU’s. So yeah. But I’ve missed you guys a TON and I hope over break maybe I can do some more writing.

Warnings: None?

You watched the numbers on your wrist tick down. Twelve hours. A glance at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Tomorrow at lunch. Tomorrow. At. Lunch.

It was so close. Too close. All your life, you had watched the numbers roll by, but it had been so far away. Now it was here. Now it was real. And God, was it scary.

You had no idea who your soulmate was, no clue until tomorrow when you would lay your eyes on them for the first time. Would they reject you? Some did. It was uncommon, sure, but it happened. Maybe it would be one of the preps that was waaaaaaaay out of your league, or a jock with a pretty girlfriend and too many college scholarships to waste his time on you. You hoped they would like you, whoever they were. Or that they would at least give you a chance.

You let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling of your apartment. There was no way you were getting any sleep tonight.

***

Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. Sure, he was a superhero that could bench-press a car like it was nothing, but being a hero doesn’t make you brave. Not brave enough to face something like this. No. Today was the day he was going to meet his soulmate.

“You doing all right in here?” May pushed open the door slowly.

“Does this shirt look all right?” Peter stared at the fabric of his red sweater, stretching it out with his hands and then smoothing it into place. He fussed over his hair and examined every bit of himself. He had already spent like half an hour brushing his teeth and he knew he would be sucking on breath mints all morning just to make sure his breath was fresh enough for a kiss. Well, if his soulmate wanted one, that was. God, he was not prepared.

“You look fine, Peter. You look good. Whoever your soulmate is, they will love you. You know that, right?” She straightened the collar of his undershirt. He swallowed nervously and nodded. Her little nephew was growing up so fast. “How much time have you got?”

“Like five hours.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“I wasn’t either.” She reminisced. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of his reflection. He was silent for a long time. “Don’t wanna be late, kiddo.”

“Right.” He inhaled a shaky breath before walking out the door of his bedroom and then out of the apartment.

There was no going back now.

***

“Who do you think it is?” Your friend Lizzie asked, looking around the cafeteria with paranoia. You were dressed up nice today, a cute lacy red dress, matching lipstick, red flats, hair on point. You stared at the numbers, instead of looking around like the others. You didn’t want to know. It was here. It was already here. And it was terrifying.

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t look up, you’re going to crash into something.”

“I know.” You continued to watch your wrist as you walked through the cafeteria.

“We’re gonna stand over there in the corner. Give me your phone so I can record it and you two can watch it when you’re cuddling later.”

“Okay.” You reached into your pocket and handed Lizzie the phone. She went over to stand with some of your other friends as they waited and watched for fate to unwind.

You stared at your wrist, standing there in the center of the cafeteria. It was abuzz with people moving every which way, not even fazed by the person at a complete halt at the center of it all. Your heart raced, and it felt as though your stomach was in your throat. Everything was tight, and there was so much light and noise and suddenly you were falling. Someone had pushed into you, and just as quickly, another person (with remarkable reflexes) caught you and pulled you to your feet.

At that very moment, your timer chimed. And so did his. You looked up from the blank, blinking timer and met his eyes. He offered a timid smile and a shy wave. One word came to his mind: Gorgeous.

“H-hi there. Um, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He gulped, shaking. He reached out to shake your hand. You took it in yours and shook it timidly. “It’s, uh, nice to uh, meet you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so bad at this. I don’t even know how to, uh-”

“I’m (Y/N).” You cut off his ramble with a kind smile. The more time you spent with him, the better you felt. God, he was cute. Tousled brown locks, warm brown eyes, and the sweetest smile you had ever seen. You had gotten lucky. “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“I, uh, do you want to like hug or something?” He asked, holding open his arms. You nodded, wrapping your arms tight around him in record time. Goodness gracious, Peter Parker, your soulmate, was more muscular than you had anticipated, and you loved it. He pulled you tight against his chest. You could tell by the way he held you that he didn’t get many hugs. Not romantic ones, anyway. His breaths calmed down, and you could hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, slowly coming back to where it was supposed to be.

“You were worth waiting for.” You leaned up to whisper into his ear and felt him pull you tighter against him.

“So were you.” He laughed softly. There was a quiet moment. The question was burning on Peter’s tongue. God, he wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to force it either. So when he felt your hand wander up to his cheek. Your thumb stroked his soft skin for a few seconds. His eyes met yours. “Would it be okay if I…if we…?”

You cut him off with your lips. Your friends cheered and whistled teasingly. Peter pulled away slowly and then pressed another kiss to your forehead. His larger, warmer hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining. You led him over to your friends.

“You two are the cutest couple ever, omg.” Lizzie held up your phone, still recording. “Have any words for us, soulmate of my best friend?”

“Well…” Peter thought for a moment. He squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek in a sudden well of confidence and affection. “I have the best soulmate on planet earth and I think I’m falling in love.”

*Bonus*

It was a Saturday afternoon, so Peter decided to text you, his soulmate and now-girlfriend, but you were busy, unfortunately. Out of town, you claimed. Instead, he went to the Avengers Facility to train, as he sometimes did in his free time.

Once he arrived and unpacked his things for the weekend in the room Tony had assigned to him, he suited up and went to the training room. It seemed there was another member of the team there, a teenager about his own age. He had heard of this recruit, but they had never crossed paths before now.

He had his mask on, and so did the magnificent being in front of him. A white suit with red lining and a circle in the center of the chest. A long red cape hung from the back of the uniform, and she seemed to glow with power, taking out training dummies with blasts of energy. A long red wig covered her hair, and a thick red masquerade mask lined her eyes. When she noticed Peter standing there, she touched down, ending the simulation to meet her new teammate.

“Hi there. You must be Spiderman.” She held out her hand to him. Something about that voice, that smile. Peter narrowed his eyes, but shook her hand anyway.

“That I am. Who are you?”

“They call me Luminescence. I got my powers around the time videos of you started popping up in Queens. It’s crazy to get to meet you, man. You’re my hero.”

“Nice to meet you too. Your powers are insane! How did you get them?”

“Shooting Star landed in Central Park and I was too nosey to stay away from it. Boom, star powers.”

“That’s awesome!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just got bitten by a radioactive spider.”

“Dude are you kidding me? That’s so cool! Did it hurt?”

“A lot.”

“Where do your webs come from?”

“I engineered them myself.” He held up his arm and shot a blast of web at one of the targets. “Mr. Stark helped me perfect it though, made new web shooters for me and everything.”

“That’s so cool! Well, I’m from New York too. Maybe we’ll end up saving the world together or something.” She shrugged. He smiled under the mask, glad to have made a new friend.

“Count me in.”

“Kiddos, time for dinner,” Tony poked into the training room. “Ah, I see you’ve met. Peter, this is (Y/N) (L/N). I think she goes to your school. (Y/N), this is Peter Parker.”

Peter’s jaw hit the floor. He looked at you in awe, tearing off his mask.

“What, something wrong?” Tony checked, looking between the obviously not-okay super teenagers.

“He’s my soulmate. And boyfriend.” You stated, holding up your wrist to show off your empty timer. “Peter, oh my God.” You rushed into his arms. He held you close, still too shocked to force any words though his mouth.

“My girlfriend is a badass.” He mumbled.

“My boyfriend is Spiderman.” You murmured into his ear. He smiled and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

“So I’m your hero, huh?”

“Shush, you,” you pushed him playfully. Tony stood there in shock, but also in smugness.

“So, dinner, right?” Stark jabbed a thumb out the door behind him. You nodded, shedding your mask and wig and leaving them in your locker before following Tony and Peter to where the others were eating.

“See, Stark. I told you two teenagers were too many. They met today and already they’re hooking up.” Bucky eyeballed your joint hands as you sat down for Saturday pizza night.

“Actually, we’re soulmates, and we’ve known each other for two weeks, Bucky.” You sassed, your head coming to rest on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you took a bite of pizza. “This was just a coincidence.”

“Weird.”

“Right?”

“I don’t know. I think things worked out perfectly.” Peter looked down at you. “Or maybe it’s just you that’s perfect.”

Stooop!” You felt your cheeks burn at his compliment. He laughed at how cute you were when you were all shy.

“No PDA allowed in the presence of adults!” Tony pointed at you. “I mean it. Or you’ll both be grounded.”

“All right, Mom,” you rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek and lacing your fingers through his. “We’ll play nice.”

“You better. I mean it.”

“Oh, lighten up, Tony.” Steve elbowed him in the chest. “They’re young. Young love is a precious thing.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

❝ i can shake everything off as i write; my sorrows disappear and my courage is reborn, ❞  - Anne Frank

time for some recommendation time because i have bookmarked some of my favourites during my hiatus to keep me rejuvenated and quenched and wanna share them with ya’ll♡

i really really love and admire these authors and their incredibly divine writings that just pulled my heartstrings and drowned me in my own ocean of tears. you should have a look and when i mean ‘should’ i mean you MUST because they are insanely good (in my opinion). i’m sure there are way more brilliant writers and stories to discover but then again, there are a billion stars in the night sky and we have all the time in the world to pick one and admire it.

▼please and i mean PLEASE don’t throw any hate, shade or give annoying rude requests of updates to writers who put in effort to rekindle the passion for reading and craft our fantasies and imaginations▲

fic rec update: 16 May

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@minthusiast
six degrees of separation (yoongi scenario)
he didn’t (multi-member series)
❝ you guys don’t frickin know how much i love her fics and if you can handle cliffhangers then you will enjoy her masterpieces but if you don’t - well prepare some tissues❞

@jungkxook
arranged love (jungkook series)
hiraeth (jungkook series)
❝ art. alyssa is art. that’s all i can say because she is a fucking masterpiece❞

@annyeongs
to earth (yoongi scenario)
listen (taehyung scenario)
punchline (jungkook scenario)
❝ mia’s writing is like getting a glimpse of what heaven seems like because her stories are just exceptionally beautifully written❞

@taesthetes
cerise (yoongi scenario)
mischance (jungkook scenario)
accismus (taehyung series)
oodal (namjoon scenario)
❝ as you can tell, i’m a mega fan of cat’s writings. like no joke. pls read her stories and love her and bless her for such amazing stories like pls she is a sweet gift from heaven i swear❞

@dreamscript
pressure (jimin scenario)
❝ her comical scenarios and plots makes me smile like there is no tomorrow so maybe her amazing writing will do something to you too…its probably black magic…❞

@vixx17andbtsimagines
bts college!au
❝ okay she makes me feel so frickin fluffy with her drabbles like i can just EXPLODE with floor. she is crazy and her imagines are so relatable i just had to put her in my recommendation list❞

@an-exotic-writer
the taste of love (yoongi scenario)
obliviously obviously obvious (jungkook scenario)
❝ if i could, i would just give you her entire masterlist because i swear, missy’s writings can cure every broken soul. she makes me feel like such a disloyal hoe just because her writings for every member are frickin insanely good❞

@heungtanbts
noise (jimin scenario)
❝ main culprit for making me cry over angst because of this scenario. she is really good guys pls go check her out if you wanna good cry❞

@queenjunghoseok
cinderella (hoseok series)
enchanted (jimin series)
❝ jen is one of the first few writers that got me hooked and stimulated my passion for writing. i’ve talked to her before and she is a genuinely nice person. pls give her love for her incredible writing❞

@jjungkooked
better than words (taehyung scenario)
the little things (jungkook scenario)
untimely confessions (seokjin scenario)
❝ kristen’s stories are masterpieces and i’m not kidding you like they are so genuine and deep - deeper and the ocean - and that says a LOT❞

@exoticarmy127
prince charming - love is easy - after all (jungkook series)
laws of motions and attractions (taehyung series)
limited edition (jungkook scenario)
❝ if you guys want a taste of extreme fluff and angst, go to kaye’s because her writings *sigh* i don’t even know anymore. she is just one of the most talented writers i have ever known in my entire existence❞

@your-miss-right
caller number 9 (yoongi series)
salted caramel (hoseok series)
warning labels (hoseok scenario)
felicity (seokjin scenario)
❝ *screaming because thalia is fucking amazing and i love her writings so much* you have no idea how much i admire her writing. its so new and fresh and just something i want to experience and have it screened in a cinema ya know. oh yeah and her edits makes me question my own artistic talent❞

@pjimns
the insanity called love (taehyung scenario)
❝ issy just slays it. she SLAYS it. if she played me she will slay ya'll❞

@yoongsigh
basically her entire text masterlist
❝ cheesy af and lucy’s texts makes me want to puke butterflies and cry rainfalls. partner in crime but likely to be the one to have to save my ass from the cops because i daydream too much in the midst of schemes❞

@inktae
first light (jungkook scenario)
the swirling way of stars (jungkook scenario)
blue orchids (jungkook scenario)
❝ ya’ll…you have no idea how much i love mari and her stories. she makes magic with her words and fantasies come to life with her imagination that is just beyond the universe❞

@sxgah
between the lines (jungkook scenario)
❝ i spent months trying to find this amazing blog who has the amazing fic that reminds me of jodi picoult’s Between The Lines. and trust me, its so beautiful i love it soo much it gets mE SO FLUFFY. kim’s stories are beyond amazing and i’m just nOPE NOT TODAY GURL❞

@gukvory
the devil skates on thin ice (yoongi series)
❝ you all have no fucking clue how amazing ivory is. iv’e been through her past personas and she still strikes me with her flamboyant vocab and outstanding storylines❞

@taechubs
paper hearts (jungkook series)
❝ ERIN NEEDS TO BE STOPPED I REPEAT SHE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED that’s all ❞

@bngtn-blues
iniquitous (jungkook scenario)
❝ idk about you but tina is underrated and i waNT PEOPLE TO LOVE HER WORKS thank you pls. she is new so she doesn’t have that many fics but i’m so excited for new ones because she is just MMHHMMM❞

@jimlingss
rent-a-boyfriend (taehyung scenario)
❝ yo this fic had me and my friends sQUEALING during biology class like i’m so in love with this fic where can i find a boyfriend????? like taehyung???? this fic is enough to stir the butterflies in you ;) ❞

@donewithjeon
petrichor (yoongi scenario)
❝ so so so s o SOOO good and so reALLL and genuine like it gives me raw feelings and i just SIGHHH

@wastednotions
snapstreak (jungkook series)
❝ basically aus + kalice = some crazy cliche fluff shit. though in real life she is an actual ass she is actually really soft for jungkook so thats the only thing i respect of her

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there is waaaaaaaaaaay more i assure and i’m pretty sure you guys know waaaaaay more. these are my fav scenarios and authors who have truly inspired me:) pls give them all the respect and love they deserve for their hard work. some of them are on hiatus or either really busy but all we can do is give them support and patience♡ will update the fic soon:))
-Q

Loving insanity pt. 8 {{Jerome Valeska x Reader}}

Author Note: Thank you so much again @rainbowspouses for all the help with this part!!! Love you babes!!!💜💜💜 MWAH~💜🐢
Length: really long
Requested: request/collaboration
Warnings: SMUT!!!!, mentions of murder
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Today was the day. You would finally get the answers you wanted from Jerome. You were sitting at your desk getting out his file.

A loud noise rings throughout the quiet room as the door is unlocked and opened, Jerome emerges in his arkham uniform and shackled at his hands and feet…his prominent smile upon seeing you was hard to miss.

“It sure has been a while, hasn’t it doll?”

You looks up at him, a frown stained on your lips.

“Take a seat Mr. Valeska.”

You tried to stay professional but it was hard. You flipped through the file the threw it on your desk and ran a hand through your hair.

“Why?”

Jerome’s smile falters at first before plastering back on his face double the size it was before. He realized what you were doing. Jerome can tell that you had missed him just as much as he has missed you, but you areholding back…two can play at that game. He took a seat with his elbows resting on your desk leaning impossibly close.

“You know, sweetheart! I’ve never liked it when you frown, gorgeous, but my my, I must admit, you’ve always looked so beautiful when you do,” he utters slowly in a deep guttural tone as he stares you down.

You gulped. You had to stay professional or else they may take him away from you. You sat straight up in her chair.

“I asked you a question Mr. Valeska and I would appreciate you answering it. In case you forgot the question I am obliged to repeat it. Why did you kill your mother?”

You didn’t like it. The way you had to talk to him. You felt as if the two of you were complete strangers. Hell you would do anything just to be able to hug him and kiss him and tell him how much you had missed him. But you couldn’t. In your eyes there was a deep conflicting pain but you still kept your composure.

He gives you a hard stare and leans back in his seat. He rubs his chin with his hand, appearing to be deep in thought. He wasn’t thinking about what he was going to tell you, although he was almost certain that is what you’re expecting. He’s thinking about how much this hurts, he knows deep down why you are behaving this way…if anybody here finds out that the new hire had a thing with him, they’ll never be able to see each other again.

Even though, he definitely knows that this is what’s going on deep down, all common sense is going out the window. He is starting to bubble with anger and he is trying hard not to let it take over, but he’s loosing his patience!

He leans forward again and slams his hands down on the desk hard, his eyes intently staring you down. His face becomes stone, as his eyes turn dark and his tone becomes malicious; venom-laced even

“You know damn well why I killed that whore of a mother, you know exactly the stuff she has done! The bitch had it coming and for you to sit here and trying to pretend like you have no clue isn’t really setting well with me, doll…cut the act!”

He felt guilt wash over him immediately, you had never witnessed him behave like this before.

You jumped in your seat when he slammed his fists down. Your eyes widened with fear. You were shaking. You scribbled down what he said and then shakily went to another question.

“H-How d-did you you feel when yo-u k-killed her?”

You looked down pretending to be ready to write but really you were trying to avoid his gaze. You were scared and there was no hiding it. Hell you could barely get your question out.

You tried to control your shaking and regain your composure and you managed to do both, but your grip had over obviously gripped tighter on the clip board.

He was back to growing impatient at this point. You weren’t really paying him the attention that he wants. He figures he might as well play along and indulge you by answering your questions.

He relaxes his shoulders, shrugging nonchalantly at the question. He hums to himself, looking up towards the ceiling thoughtfully as his mind works through how exactly he wants to express his feelings to you. Suddenly, he looks at you and giggles.

“You really want to know how it felt to kill my mother? One word comes to mind to describe the whole experience, doc: energetic! I know what you just be thinking, hmmm, ‘what is energetic about something like this?’ Fear not, I’ll happily inform you doll. You just had to be there: the cooling atmosphere blanketed in death, her cries for help that mirrored my own as she used to beat me, the heady scent of her warm blood spilling with each time my blade met her flesh. It felt liberating to watch her take her final breaths right before my eyes. I guess what I’m getting at is that, although I am locked away for what I presume is a lifetime, I am actually finally free…free from that bitch that I sadly had to refer to as my mother…trust me, doll face, can I call you doll face…ah, what the hell I will anyhow *laughs before turning serious once more* I have no remorse for what I’ve done…I regret none of it, the only thing that saddens me is that I can’t experience the thrill of killing her all over again…given the opportunity, I would take it every damn time”

He finishes and stares at you expectantly awaiting your response.

You gulped. The way he described it was horrifying to say the least but you still scribbled it down. “Next…. Question….”

You looked up and watched as the guard left for lunch duty. Which means you could ask more personal questions and not have to worry. You moved your chair so that it was right in front of his.

“Jerome you could have stayed with me… We would still be able to cuddle and night and kiss each other in the morning. Why couldn’t you just walk away?”

Your whole body posture changed. You seemed more relaxed and back to your normal self.

He instantly relaxed, taking notice of your change in demeanor. If Jerome is being honest, this is the first time he has been comfortable around Y/N since your little reunion. He really had to think about this question…he honestly had no idea what to tell you because he didn’t have an answer for himself. ‘Why couldn’t I just walk away? I wouldn’t be where I am now’ he thought to himself. The worst part isn’t where he ended up, because as Jerome always says, 'every choice has a consequence’, no, what bothers him the most is the loss of the one person that truly cares for him…all the time he spent here, could have easily been spent with his doll face if only he had just walked away.

He looks at you with sorrowful eyes.

“I don’t know why I couldn’t walk away…I had every intention of doing so, doll…please believe me! I went to talk to her, to tell her that I had planned to stay in Gotham, that I no longer wanted to travel with the circus…everything I could ever want was here…with you! But, you know how my nagging mother is, she JUST…KEPT…PUSHING! I went there with every intention of walking away and things escalated fairly quickly doll, if I do say so myself. One minute we’re screaming at each other, the next thing minute I push her to the ground…I barely touched the drunken Whore yet there she was crying in pain on the floor of the trailer! I’m not going to lie, it was mesmerizing seeing her like that…she looked like a helpless animal. It was in that moment that I finally realized, he life was in my hands…I was the one in control. One thing led to another and well, you know what happened next”

He makes quick stabbing motions with his hands and choking noises as he falls into a fit of hysterical giggles.

There was a look of sorrow in your eyes. This wasn’t the Jerome you knew… but you could tell he was still in there. You refused to give up on him. You slowly reached forward and grabbed one of his cuffed hands. You looked him directly in the eyes.

“And if you could go back….”

You had empathy in your eyes. You were the Y/N he knew. You weren’t the clueless Psychiatrist you were forced to pretend to be. You weren’t the scared girl from earlier. You weren’t the stranger from the beginning. No. You could be yourself. You were yourself.

You looked up at the clock to check the time and knew they didn’t have very much longer together. And you weren’t going to let it go to waste. You smashed your lips against his and kissed him more passionately than you ever had before. When you parted from his lips you leaned your forehead against his.

“What would you choose?”

His heart is pounding in his chest. He forgot just how soft your lips were against his. As your forehead rests against his, nothing else matters. The anguish your conversation has dissipated…in this moment, everything that he is familiar with when it comes you is coming back to him head on with sheer force. His senses are on fire as he steadily inhales that sweet smell he has missed for so long, a smell that is so uniquely YOU! He has become so distracted by you enveloping him in every sense of the word, that it slipped his mind that you asked him a question. He knows the answer to this question, no matter how you word it…no matter when the question is asked, the answer will always be the same.

“You…doll face, I would choose you! It would always be you”

The look of sadness overtakes his features as he pulls away from his lover.

“But, it’s too late for that…We can’t change what I have done…we can’t make it better.”

He leans into your touch, staring deeply into your soul, and with a faint whisper.

“No matter how bad we wish we could.”

You heaved a sad sigh.

“So I’m guessing that means no white picket fence and a big house and kids and no Barbecue on the weekends, huh?”

You giggled a little before frowning. You took both his hands in yours and twiddled with his fingers. You were starting to get lost in thought. Thought about how things would be and could be right now. But at this point it felt like a far away dream. Just out of reach.

“But hey at least I can see you whenever you 'need’ to see a phycologist . I had to fight to get the position as your personal phycologist. You seem to be a popular case around here.”

Jerome had become lost in thought himself at the mere mention of you wanting to have a family with him! The idea leaves a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach…there is a small part of him that wants the good old 'American dream’ as they say, but there’s no point in dwelling on that now.

It’s not until you mentioned how popular he is around here, that he draws away from his thoughts and back into the conversation! A grin wide enough to make the Cheshire Cat appear solemn spreads across his face.

“Oh doll, you have no idea! I’m not just popular with the shrinks *laughs* I pretty much run the place. Arkham has become my own little paradise! I’m a star and everyone knows it!”

His grin softens into a look of pure love and fascination.

“You being here is the only thing that could have really livened up this lackluster place, and I’ll be damned if dreams don’t come true.”

You go to say something when you hear a knock on the door.

You rolls your eyes and stand up and walk to it. You put on a fake smile and open the door.

“Yes can I help you.”

A guard looked down at you.

“Valeska needs to return to his cell.”

“Well we are just finishing up here so I’ll bring him to his cell when we are finished.”

The guard hesitated before nodding and moving along. You shut the door and sighed before turning back to Jerome.

“So, what now, doll?”

Jerome grinned mischievously

“How much time do we have before you have to send this big bad guy away?”

“Well I get off work at 11, it is 9:55 now. All therapists, consolers, and psychiatrists have to stop doing appointments at 10:15 for safety reasons so I’d say a good 20 minutes.”

You walked back and sat on your desk and sighed.

“25 counting how long it will take to get you back to your cell.”

You crossed your legs and folded your hands in your lap. While waiting for a response.

A beaming smile takes over his features.

“There’s a lot I could do in twenty minutes, doll.”

He leans in towards you and inhales deeply.

“What do you say, Y/N…wanna have some fun before I have to leave you?”

It feels as though the world has stopped as he patiently-maybe not as patiently as he thinks-awaits your response with bated breath.

She smirked.

“Thank god for sound proof office rooms.”

He walked to you quickly and started to make out with you roughly. You parted your lips a tiny bit and Jerome took this as an opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explored every inch before he parted panting heavily.

He dove towards your neck and immensely peppered it with kisses. As much as you loved foreplay you didn’t have time for it now.

“Jerome no hickies. They will see. Plus we don’t have time for foreplay. If someone walks in we are both screwed…. And not in the fun way.”

He let out and over dramatic sigh but quickly helped you get your skirt off. Your panties were soon to follow.

You quickly took his pants and boxers off. Both of you were in a rush at this point. Both were scared of getting caught.

He pushed you back farther onto your desk and spread your legs apart. He took his finger and circled it around your entrance a few times before shoving it into you. After a few pumps he added another finger.

He covered your mouth as a precaution to muffle your moans. Your stomach was in a knot and right as you felt your high coming on he removed his fingers.

You whimpered from disappointment. He looked you in the eyes and peppered kisses all over your face. He lined himself up at your entrance and asked.

“Are you ready doll?”

You nodded and with one quick thrust he filled you up. Tears clung at the edges of your eyes but you ignored it. He gave you some time to adjust before he started thrusting.

You threw your head back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your muffled moans only made him more turned on. He slammed into you harder and harder. Your stomach was in knots again and before you could say anything you came. A few more thrusts and he came too with a groan.

He kissed you on the lips gently and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.”

You put your panties and skirt back on and fixed your hair.

“We should probably get you to your cell before people start to get curious.”

He smirks as he kisses you again, trying to level his breathing. He pulled up his boxers and his pants and looked at you.

“Whatever you say, doll face! Feel free to take me away!”

He laughs maniacally as he holds his arms out for you to take.

________________

As you are closing his door, he turns and grabs your wrist to stop you. He looks into your eyes with his own pleading orbs.

“Hey, this isn’t the last time I’ll see you is it, because I really have missed you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you hate me or not. I know that you had no idea where I went and what happened, you must have thought I abandoned you. *quick laugh* But, if I lose you again, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it. I love you!” He brings your hand up to his lips and softly places a kiss before smiling at you.

You kissed him on the lips and holds his hands. You look up into his eyes.

“My dad wouldn’t tell me where you were and I thought you had gone with your mom and left me. I cried for so long and I was heart broken. Jerome I’m in love with you and I swear I will never leave you. Hell Im your personal psychiatrist.”

You laughed and kissed him again and hugged him tightly.

“I will always be here when you need me. Just start throwing a tantrum and I’ll be right there!”

He can’t help the thought of marrying you crossing his mind briefly.

“A tantrum huh, oh doll, you know me…I’ve got that covered! I’ll be throwing so many tantrums, you won’t know what to do with yourself!”

You laughed and kissed his forehead.

“One day I’ll get you out of here. We can leave Gotham and get married and have a family and play competitive Uno on family game night.”

You laughed and smiled. A voice sounded over the speaker.

“Y/N Gordon, you are need immediately back at your office for a patient Emergency. Please come immediately.”

You sighed ,“ it must be Blake.”

You gave Jerome a kiss on the cheek before turning to leave.

“I’ll see you around, doll face!”

He hated to see you go, but he knew he would see you again soon.

Originally posted by valeska-king

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Here’s that fic I wrote that I don’t like.  It’s untitled, but it’s inspired by the song Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks.


Even though the sun hasn’t quite reached halfway to its zenith, the day is already hot enough that Dean is eyeing the pond on the far side of the park with serious consideration.  The fact that it’s brown and muddy, and the surrounding land is torn up by ducks and geese and stinks of bird shit is only slightly off putting.  Which means he’s either suffering from heat stroke, because gross, or it’s time to head over to the lemonade stand for some cold liquid refreshment.

“Hey, babe?”  He calls over his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to get a lemonade.  Want one?”

“Get me one with raspberries?”

Dean smiles.  “You bet.  Back in a few.”

Before he leaves the shade under the awning, he presses a kiss to a warm cheek.  He gets a distracted smile in response, but doesn’t stick around for more.  He’s caught in the siren song coming from the stand at the other end of the Farmer’s Market that sells fresh squeezed lemonade.  His mouth is already watering at the thought.

It’s even hotter outside the shade, and he can feel the sun’s heat sinking into his shoulders and arms, making him glad he remembered sunscreen this week.  He’ll probably still end up with a slew of new freckles, though.  At least there’s a slight breeze cooling his skin where it’s bared by his shorts and tank top.  He plucks at his shirt, encouraging a little air circulation under the sweat-damp material.  

The line at the lemonade stand isn’t too long, at least.  He steps up behind the others waiting their turn, and hums under his breath, letting his mind wander over the latest notes he’d received from his editor.  It’s a little frustrating that he’s going to have to cut a scene he’d been planning for so long, but also a relief that Charlie agrees with his decision.  As usual he’d gotten caught up in writer’s block due to being stubborn about the direction of the story, but after talking it out with her, his mind is already racing ahead to the next five scenes.

He’s almost to the front of the line when a voice he hasn’t heard in years breaks him from his musings.

“Dean?”

“Lisa?”  Dean grins as he turns to greet her.  “Holy shit, hi!”

It’s as natural as breathing to accept the hug she offers him with outstretched arms.  Although there’s the slightest twinge of oddness when he realizes she’s not quite as tiny as he remembers her to be.

The hug is tight, but short and she steps back to look up at him, her dark eyes alight with happiness.  “Wow.  Dean Winchester.  I wasn’t sure sure it was you at first.  How long has it been?”

He purses his lips as he digs through old memories.  The last one he can vaguely recall is a lazy Sunday spent fishing on a summer day just like this one.  “Man… I think it was the summer after graduation?  So seventeen… eighteen years?”

Lisa rolls her eyes with a groan.  “Oh god, has it really been that long?  Now I feel old.”

He chuckles at her distress.  “Well if it makes you feel better, you look great.”

And she does.  A quick glance reveals that she’s still fit and trim.  Her hair is still glossy and thick, and her skin smooth.  Only the faint laugh lines around her eyes and the sharper edge of her cheekbones show her age at all.  When he was a kid, his eyes would have lingered on her body or her mouth, but while he still finds her beautiful, she no longer makes his heart race the way it did when he was in high school.

Her cheeks flush under the compliment.  “Well thank you.  You’re looking good too.”  She circles her fingers in the direction of his eyes.  “The glasses are cute.”

Striking a dignified pose, he reaches up and pushes them up higher on the bridge of his nose.  “I’ve been told they make me look distinguished.”

Lisa laughs, light and melodious.  “I guess that’s better than ‘nerdy’.”

He waves a dismissive hand.  “I’d take that as a compliment these days.”

She blinks at him, and he can tell she’s surprised.  But before she can respond, the last person in line ahead of him leaves with their lemonade, and the young man running the stand calls for the next customer.

“You want something?” Dean asks Lisa, hooking a thumb towards the menu hanging next to the stall.  She nods, then immediately tries to talk him out of paying, but he won’t hear it.  “It’s just a lemonade, Lis’.”  The old nickname rolls of his tongue.  “It’s not like I’m buying a fancy dinner.”

After a moment she relents, and Dean orders two large lemonades and a large raspberry lemonade.  When Lisa lifts a questioning brow at the third order, he grins.  “That one is for the ol’ ball and chain.”

Her eyebrows go up.  “You’re married?”

“Yeah, going on ten years now.”  He accepts the first drink from the kid making them, and passes it over to Lisa.  She looks so flabbergasted that he laughs.  “What?  Didn’t think anyone would want me?”

She accepts the cup, but gives him a stern look.  “It’s not that.  I’m just surprised you finally settled down.”

With a wince and a nod, he accepts her explanation.  “Fair point.”  He accepts the other two drinks, and steps away from the stand to give the next customer room to order.  “Want to meet ‘em?  We have a booth over that way-” he gestures with his own drink, “-selling honey.”

She smiles brightly.  “I’d love to.”

He tilts his head in a motion to follow him and sets off across the market, weaving through the empty spots in the crowds.  Despite the heat, he’s not in a hurry.  The ice in his lemonade chills it enough that he’s worried about brain freeze if he sucks it down too fast, and now he’s able to actually enjoy the day.  As well as the company.

“So you sell honey now?” Lisa asks in between sips of her own drink.

“Yeah, we have a bunch of hives.  Although that’s just fun money.  I pay the bills with my books.”

Lisa almost misses a step, and she looks up at him with wide eyes.  “Your books?  Are you saying you’re a writer?”

“Published and everything.”  Okay, so he may be bragging a little bit, but he is kinda famous now.  

“What do you write?”

“Horror mostly.”  He grins down at her.  “It’s cathartic to turn all the noise in my head into bloody death and destruction on the pages.”

She pales slightly.  “Really?”

“Most of my stories have a happy ending.”  Not his first few books.  It took finding his his own happy ending - and beyond - to learn how to write them for his characters.  

“Huh.  Maybe I’ll have to check them out.”

He can tell from her tone that she’s not really interested.  It’s a little bit of a bummer, but he knows the horror genre isn’t for everyone.  Especially for someone as optimistic as Lisa.  So he decides to change the subject.  “What about you?  What’s been going on in your life and what brings you back to Lawrence?”

She visibly brightens.  “I’m moving back here to be closer to my family.  Plus I’m opening a yoga studio.”

“Oh yeah?  That’s pretty awesome.”  The crowds part and he can see the honey stand not too far away.  There’s a young couple sorting through the jars, pointing out different flavors to each other as they try to decide which one they want.  Dean always suggests the blackberry.  It’s his favorite.

“I’m excited for it,” she says.  Then her voice turns shy.  “I also… have a son.”

That grabs Dean’s attention, and he turns his head so he can focus on her again.  “Wow, really?  Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ben, and he’s thirteen.”  Lisa goes on to tell him about how Ben is a little flirt with the girls, and loves classic rock.  She laughs and points out how it’s funny that her son is turning out so much like the bad boy type that she’s always been into.  “His dad’s not around,” she says with a shrug and a grin, “So apparently I’m the bad influence.”

Dean scoffs.  “Sounds to me like you’re the best influence.”

She laughs.  “Thanks, I guess.”

They’re stopped just outside the stand now, and the couple picking through the honey has made their decision and are walking away with their purchase.  Dean leads Lisa into the empty space they leave behind.  He meets curious blue eyes over the table still half full of honey jars.  Ten years, and those eyes still make his pulse race as if he’s looking at his crush instead of his spouse.  “Hey, babe, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

With a nod, Castiel stashes the money he just made in the cash box and gently closes the lid.  As if it’s a delicate piece of crystal and not a clunky metal box.  Dean’s eyes follow the movements of his long, delicate fingers before turning to Lisa to gauge her reaction to his husband.  

She looks slightly confused, her smile not quite as full as it was before, and he bites his bottom lip to suppress a grin.  It used to be hard to come out to people.  But now, he enjoys the shock factor.  It’s almost as good as hearing fans talk about how scared shitless they are when they read his books.  And Lisa hadn’t been a part of his life for several years by the time he came to terms with his bisexuality, so she had no clue about the secret he’d been keeping from the world when they were in high school.

Castiel comes around the table and stands next to Dean.  He accepts the raspberry lemonade Dean hands him with a grateful smile, and then turns his attention to Lisa.  “Hello.”

“Lisa, this is my husband Castiel.”  Dean snakes an arm around Castiel’s waist and pulls him close.  The back of his shirt is even more damp than Dean’s despite the fact that he’s stayed in the shade the whole time they’ve been at the Market.  “Cas, this is Lisa.  We were a thing way back in highschool.”

Lisa looks back and forth between them for a moment, disbelief clear in her eyes.  But it fades quickly when she realizes Dean is serious.  “Hello, Cas.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s good to meet you as well,” Castiel says, all formality, because heaven forbid he shed his private schooled, silver-spoon-in-the-mouth, upbringing.  Not that Dean minds.  He thinks it’s sexy.  “Dean has talked about you, and I’m happy to put a face with the name.”

“Oh no!” Lisa laughs.  “That doesn’t sound good.”

Castiel’s smile is gentle, but his eyes shine with good humor.  “I’ve only heard good things, I promise.”

Lisa laughs again and expresses her disbelief, but Castiel is insistent.  Eventually their conversation turns to the honey sold at the stand, and Dean stands back and watches them interact while sipping his lemonade.  

It’s odd, seeing his past and his present standing side by side, talking about the pollination habits of bees.  Lisa had been his everything when they were kids.  Eighteen had seemed so grown up at the time, but looking back on it now from the comfort of his mid-thirties, he can only shake his head at how young they’d truly been.  It’s no wonder their relationship hadn’t worked out.  Despite wanting the apple pie dream of a marriage, kids, and little house with the white picket fence, Dean had the heart of a wanderer and hesitated to promise to plant roots.  Not to mention the fact that he still had a lot of growing up to do, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.  Lisa was ready to settle down, and kept turning Dean down when he asked her to hop in the car and go adventuring with him.  When they both realized that things between them weren’t going to go past a promise ring, they’d drifted apart.  

Dean had prayed every night for a long time that she’d change her mind.  But when he came back to Lawrence after a year on the road, he’d learned that she’d moved away.  With no way to find her he’d finally given up hope that they’d get back together and give life together a go.  And he’d gone back out on the road, looking for the happiness he longed for.

Eight years, thousands more miles on the Impala, and a couple published books later, Dean met Castiel.  He’d been out trolling for a one night stand, but he’d been hooked by Castiel’s dark messy hair, passionate blue eyes instead.  And he discovered a man to love under the thick layer of sexy.  One night turned into two, which turned into a week, and somehow it spread into the last ten years.  And hopefully their whole lives to come.

They had the marriage part of Dean’s childhood dreams, but instead of a house in a nice neighborhood they had a little farmhouse with a small orchard on the edge of town Dean had grown up in.  They weren’t sure yet if they wanted to expand their family past their siblings and nieces and nephews, but it wasn’t off the table yet.  In the meantime Dean had his books, Castiel had his bees, and most of all, they had each other.  Maybe it wasn’t “apple pie”, but since pecan is his favorite anyway, it worked out perfectly.

At eighteen he hadn’t known this kind of happiness could exist.

He wonders if he could have found it with Lisa.  Perhaps.  He’d definitely loved her.  But with almost two decades between their time together and now, he certainly can’t imagine what his life would have been like if he’d gotten what he’d prayed for back then.  He doesn’t even want to try.

“Well, I’d better get out of here,” Lisa says.  “It’s almost time for me to pick Ben up from baseball practice.”

Dean shakes away his thoughts, and focuses on her.  “You should bring him around some time.  I’d love to meet him.”

“I’d like that.”  And she looks like she genuinely means it.  Which is great.  Dean would love to rekindle their friendship.

Castiel and Lisa exchange goodbyes, and then Castiel leans into Dean’s side while they both watch her disappear into the crowd.  

“She seems very nice,” Castiel murmurs.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

He feels Castiel’s eyes on the side of his face.  “Just cool?  Wasn’t she the girl you prayed to God you’d get to keep forever?”

Dean chuckles and turns to meet Castiel’s eyes.  His husband’s lips are just barely turned up at the corner, a sure tell that he’s teasing.  “I can’t believe you remember that.  We were both wasted when I told you about her.”

“You were wasted,” Castiel counters.  “My tolerance for alcohol is higher than yours.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t brag.”  Dean leans in and presses a kiss to Castiel’s lips.  

When they pull apart, Dean sighs.  He’s not sure it’s possible for him to ever get tired of Castiel’s kisses.

“I’m pretty thankfully actually,” Dean murmurs.  He traces shapes against Castiel’s chest through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.  His finger brushes over the little golden cross hidden under the shirt’s collar.  Castiel has rarely taken it off since Dean gave it to him on their five year anniversary.  Dean’s firmly settled into being an atheist, but Castiel still has his faith, yet it’s not something that’s ever come between them.  “For not getting an answer to that prayer.”

“Hmm… yes, I’m rather grateful to Him for that myself.”  Castiel pecks him on the lips again, and then pulls away.  His fingers curl in the hem of Dean’s shirt, and he pulls him around the table and back under the shade of their booth.  

They don’t have more than a minute to sip at their drinks together before another customer comes up to the stand.  Castiel sets his lemonade aside so that he can assist them, and Dean watches him fondly.

His relationship with God had always been tenuous, even before he decided he didn’t believe at all.  But right then and there, he sends up a prayer of thanks for all the good things in his life.  You know, just in case someone is listening.  He may not have gotten what he asked for, not exactly.  But he wouldn’t trade what he has now for anything else in the world.

Unloved ; N. YUTA

nakamoto yuta prince!au

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⇢ NOTE: i wrote this orignally on another blog, in which i deleted. so if it sounds familar… that’s why. i just wanted to post something. 

also, i have a part two to this but i literally can;t find it. so if i ever do find it then i’ll post it. itf oot then sucks to suck.

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Nakamoto Yuta was Prince of Japan in 1836, son of Emperor Ninkō and took his mother’s name since he has no place close to the throne. He was given a small area of land to rule when he was older and wife already set aside for when he was crowned prince.

Yoshida Y/N was daughter of noble Samurai Yoshida Daichi. She practiced under the sword for defense and was not allowed to show her talents off to the public. She was put into an arranged marriage at five years old and had fallen in love with her best friend.


Whoosh.

Crash.

“Spread your feet wider, Y/N,” Yoshida Daichi commanded his daughter calmly. He watched with lidded gray eyes, her feet slid an inch apart. Sweat dripping from her forehead as she glared in front of her, the wooden sword held between her fingers in a deadlock grip.

“Don’t be so tense, Y/N,” he told her, sighing softly to himself. How had he gotten such an emotional daughter? Whereas he was calm most of the time.

She gritted her teeth and let her fingers slip from the wooden sword. It fell from her fingers and clattered loudly, a group of birds outside flew off from their perch on a tree. She turned to her father, her teeth still clenched as she stared at him.

“Is this better?” she asked of him, tired of being pushed around.

“No, you’d be sliced in a moments notice with no way to defend yourself,” he told her, annoyed with her attitude. She was the one to ask for help, who asked to be pushed to her limits. He was tired of all of this, but the Prince’s coronation was nearing and her stress was rising more so than ever.

“Sorry,” she muttered under her breath as her father stood to his feet.

Daichi made his way to his daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and sitting her on the floor where he sat behind her, braiding her hair back to relax her. She loved the gentle caresses he would give her, ones that reminded her of a mother’s touch although she was long gone. A lonely child and lonely father left together in a dojo to figure out life for the worse or the better.

“Thank you,” she whispered, when he had finished, handing him a tie to finish the braid off. He smiled, patting her head kindly and standing.

“It’s probably best for you to get dressed before the boys come. Taeyong will be here too,” he told her with a small smile, wary for his daughter. He knew of her feelings for the young boy but they also knew that she had been given to the Emperor’s son already. There was no free pass with the Emperor.

She smiled back, the same way as he, “Okay,” she whispered.

Y/N climbed the stairs in the small hallway from the dojo to their home on top. She made her way to the showers and cleaned herself off. Then went to her bedroom where she fitted herself into a nice kimono, splashing some color onto her cheeks for the boys.

Only Taeyong knew of Y/N unlady like demeanor under the nice clothes and makeup, the rest of the village barely thought of her more than property.

She sighed, twirling a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her braid over her shoulder and setting a small flower clip where it was tied. She awkwardly smiled at her reflection, not recognizing the woman behind the mirror before standing to her feet.

She made her way down the stairs, hearing the loud sounds of teenage boys before their practice. She stepped out of the shadows and smiled at the boys whom all cheered loudly when she entered. Master Yoshida’s loud noise of disapproval made them all silence though, returning to their individual conversations.

Y/N walked over to Taeyong who was drinking a cup of water, smiling widely that he returned.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” he asked, bowing making her laugh.

“Stop that. You’re embarrassing,” she whispered to him, giggling behind her hand.

Taeyong smiled devilishly up at her, looking at her between his thick eyelashes that made her swoon slightly.

The other boys in the room stared at them in jealousy and admiration. They had barely been able to make her blink their way, less than swoon.

The crack of a wooden sword hit the ground made all of their heads snap besides the two lovers, who were used to Yoshida’s quick strikes to get the teenagers attention.

“Time for class,” Yoshida smiled.

The boys turned terrified at the look he gave them and quickly got into their positions, someone ended up dragging Taeyong with them. Y/N laughed at the sight of the scrambling boys, before picking up a basket and heading out. Waving goodbye to her boys.

In town, Y/N went stall to stall to pick up food for herself and the boys. They had worked hard for a while and deserved a treat after their class. She smiled to herself as she picked up a vine of grapes. She thought them over while a couple stood next to her, chatting loudly.

“Have you heard about Yoshida’s kid? Apparently she’s leaving soon to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta,” the tall, skinny woman whispered to her short, plump friend. She snickered behind her hand. “Y’know I’ve heard he’s a real piece of work, nothing like any prince you and I have heard of.”

“Really? That’s too bad, she’s a sweet kid,” the other woman replied, picking up a fish for herself.

“A sweet kid? That kid’s never been anything but bratty to me!”

“That’s because you’re pretty rude yourself, Mina,” the woman replied with a hiss.

“That doesn’t give her any right to be rude to me! She needs to respect her elders before she gets herself dead, Hara,” Mina told her friend with exasperation, holding her hands up.

Y/N removed herself from the stall, pushing past the two women, making sure to bump shoulders with Mina. “Excuse me,” she seethed, walking with confidence back down the road, finished with her shopping.

“Good job, Mina,” Hara laughed behind the young woman.


Nakamoto Yuta awoke from a deep sleep by his brother jumping around on his bed, chanting “Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!”

“What?!” he groaned, turning on his side but Gin continued to jump around, especially close to his face. “What?! What is it?” he shouted, sitting up from his position and smacking Gin down onto the bed.

“Father is wanting to have breakfast with us all,” Gin panted, before jumping off the bed and down the hallway with a cheer.

Yuta groaned, thinking about having breakfast with his father and his twelve other siblings. He was seventh in line to the throne, Gin was the youngest at thirteenth in line. He didn’t seem to mind much, thinking about playing around with the ducks in the pond and trying to annoy Yuta to no end.

He stood from his bed and dressed before making his way down to the dining hall where his brothers sat around the table from oldest to youngest around their mother and father and mother. Yuta’s mother sat next to Gin while his father’s other wife sat next to the oldest. He took his seat between Akihiro and Hisao. He liked his brother’s for the most part but with twelve brother’s it was always hard to get close.

Gin was the easiest because he forced himself into hanging out with his brother. Although Yuta had things he needed to do, such as practice his sword, scout through town, go on missions he always had time for Gin.

“Yuta,” his father called and he quickly looked up to his father, setting his chopsticks down to listen to what he had to say. “Your coronation is soon, are you ready?”

“Yes, father. I’m excited and prepared for adulthood,” he told his father with a small smile.

“Good, I expect that you are prepared to go into adulthood as well as marry soon. We discussed at your fifth birthday that yourself and Yoshida Y/N would marry close to your coronation. Would you like her to come soon so you can get to know her?”

“Yes, father, I would very much like to, although I feel like I know her already,” Yuta replied. He did feel close to the young Yoshida, they had never met but stories he had heard of the fair woman were enough. Sometimes, when he was tired he would write her letters to help him fall asleep. All of them kept safely away in a desk drawer and hidden in a secret section of it.

He smiled to himself as his father nodded and started to speak to his other sons and wives, the group sitting for two hours before dispersing.

“Yuta-nii, are you really ready? I’d be so scared to meet my fiance,” Gin shouted, hanging onto Yuta’s arm as he walked.

“I think I am. Yoshida Y/N is the daughter of a high ranking Samurai, and even though I haven’t met her there are lots of stories about her around and I feel like I already know her.”

“What is she like?” Gin asked his brother.

“I’ve heard she’s the kindest girl in her district. She has a big heart and couldn’t hurt a fly!”

“Wow! I wonder what my wife will be like,” Gin wondered aloud.

“She’ll probably be as loud and annoying as you,” Yuta told him making Gin gasp loudly.

“How could you say that about, Hime-sama?” Gin shouted, shocked his brother could speak so vily about a woman he had no clue of.

Yuta smirked at his brother and shook him off his arm, “I can say anything I want!” he shouted, dashing down the hallway to hide from his younger brother who took off right after him.

“No you can’t! I’ll tell father!” Gin screamed, chasing after him.


Taeyong had been missing for the past week. No one was sure where he had gone, his family was worried sick and Y/N was terrified something had happened. Taeyong was a smart kid but not always the best. He got into trouble easily, whether it was his fault or not. He had that look.

A man appeared one morning, with a black outfit on and a hat to hide his face. Yoshida took an envelope from the man before he left quickly, without anyone seeing him. Yoshida turned back inside, the royal seal on the envelope, showing its importance.

Y/N noticed his worried looks and quickly stood to her feet from the dining table.

“What is it?”

“It’s from the Emperor,” he muttered, his voice cracking. They still had another month until Y/N was to depart to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta. He worried something had happened at the capitol and she would be wanted immediately, with barely a goodbye.

Carefully, Yoshida broke the seal and took his seat back at the table.

My Dear Friend, Yoshida,

I usually do not carry out such formal letters of this degree but since you are a close friend, I would like to inform you of the death of your student Lee Taeyong. I cannot spare you any details, but please do not grieve for long.

I am excited to see you soon, please stay for some time with your daughter before the marriage so we may catch up. I will pay for the inconvenience since you do have a business to run.

Have a fair night,

Emperor Ninko

A tear slipped from Yoshida’s eyes and Y/N looked at him in concern.

“Father, what is it?” she asked softly, taking his hand resting on the table between hers.

“Taeyong… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, gripping her now slackened hands. Her face fell and she couldn’t believe what he was saying to her.

“What? What happened to him?!” she asked quickly, frantically.

“He’s been given capital punishment,” he told her, looking down so he wouldn’t have to look at that distraught look in her eye.

“Why? For what? He couldn’t have done anything so terrible that he would be… he would be… hung!” she cried, gripping her father’s hand tightly as she leaned over the table and cried.

He moved from one side to the other so he could hold her close, and let her grieve for their lost friend.


The news had spread through the castle faster than wildfire. First from the servants to the lower noble class and up to the Seventh Prince of Ninko.

“I heard that a young man named Lee Taeyong tried to sneak into the castle because of a lost love and was killed by a guard right before he could make it to his destination!” Yuta’s servant, Ara, exclaimed as he fitted the prince in his day clothes.

“Really? Do you know of where he was trying to go?” Yuta asked curiously, putting his arms up as the shirt went over his head.

Ara looked round the room before turning back to his master, “Here, sire. Apparently your fiance is in love with him and he wanted to try and win your favor and make you give up your marriage.”

Yuta looked at him stunned. “Here? Well, frightening me in between sleep would not make me want to give her up, it would just make me want to kill him.”

“Well, it’s too bad. Now when your fiance comes she will be disheartened rather than delighted to meet you.”

Yuta took a moment to think of this, and grew saddened at the thought that maybe his future wife would not feel the same way about him. She had more of a life than he had, most likely. This Taeyong must have truly loved her to die for her.


A few weeks later, the boys had rarely seen Y/N besides her passing every once in awhile to shop. She rarely made eye contact with them and would hurriedly run up the stairs. Although, she seemed to have grown kinder in some way, leaving them lunch afterwards for them to eat.

She practiced harder, the other boys learned of her training when they ran into her in the back training. She was good too. They were all so stunned they hadn’t realised she had turned to them with a scowl on her face. When they noticed, they scrambled away quickly.

During one of Yoshida’s classes, a loud knock made it’s appearance on the dojo door. Yoshida quieted the boys and made his way to the door. The boys stared, unable to see the mysterious person behind but when Yoshida bowed they knew he was important. They slowly crept to where they could see the Prince Nakamoto Yuta at their door.

“There’s no need to bow,” Yuta told the man nervously, scratching his neck.

“You’re royalty, your Highness. It’s only proper,” Yoshida told him, standing up straight.

“You are a friend of my Father’s. There is no need to worry about such trivial things,” Yuta told him with a small smile.

“May I ask what you’re doing here, sire?” Yoshida asked, stepping back to allow him and his servant inside. He looked at his students and quickly shooed them, telling them to go outside and practice.

“Sensei, Y/N is out there,” one of the students whispered to him, Yuta picked up on his words but didn’t show his excitement.

“Tell her to get dressed, we have special company,” Yoshida told him. The boy nodded and they all ran outside. “Would you like some tea?” Yoshida asked the Prince.

“No thank you,” he passed.

“And yourself?” Yoshida asked his servant whom looked surprised he spared him a look.

“Oh, um, yes please,” he muttered, happy to have something warm after their long journey. Yoshida smiled kindly and brought a teapot and three drinks, winking at Yuta.

“I could tell you were just being polite,” he smiled. The door behind Yoshida opened and Yuta caught a glance of his fiance dashing up the stairs. She was truly as beautiful as he had imagined. “So, what have you come for? I hope it’s not too steal my daughter from me so early, we still have about a week,” he told the young Prince as he handed him a cup.

Yuta nodded, “Yes, I know. I came because I heard of what happened to her close friend. I wanted to give my condolences in person. I hope I can be of some help here,” he told the man whose eyes warmed slightly at the man.

“Well, thank you very much, your Highness. This means very much to me and will to my daughter, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. I’m happy you came, maybe you would even like to join my boys in one of their lessons,” Yoshida smiled, taking a sip from his tea.

“I would love to,” Yuta replied, nodding his head.

The three sat at the table for a few moments in silence until Y/N appeared downstairs with a beautiful black and white kimono on, her hair twisted up and makeup more so than usual on her cheeks and eyes.

She began to bow but Yuta was quick to stop her, “Please, don’t bow,” he asked of her.

She raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Okay.”

They stood in front of one another awkwardly. “Would you like to go on a walk?” Yuta asked after a few minutes quickly, nervous to be in front of his future wife for the first time.

“I don’t see the problem with that,” she told him.

He smiled, holding an arm out for her and led her out of the dojo.

Y/N led him out of the dojo and into the woods that surrounded the place. She felt awkward and uncomfortable with him there, even if he were being somewhat kind. She had always heard of him as different from everyone else but she didn’t realize that different was in a good light. Everyone had assumed he was a destructive, rude, terrible teen that abused his crown but it seemed he was just gentle and kind and sometimes a bit too snarky.

She smiled softly to herself and he smiled at the sight of her smiling. Yuta looked away with his smile still on his lips. She rolled her eyes, taking him to a lake where she sat with no concern to her kimono.

It seemed he had gotten her all wrong as well. She was much less ladylike and rather manly. Her words were curt and unappealing, she had no regard of her appearance besides when necessary and if she had been outside before hand what could she have been doing?

“Are you going to sit or just stand there?” she asked him, not turning to look back at him.

He flushed red before sitting next to her, watching her skip stones across the water.

“So, why are you here? We shouldn’t have met until next week,” she told him skeptically, throwing one rock exceptionally hard.

“Oh, um, I heard about your friend…” he replied awkwardly, notcing that she stopped her skipping.

“And?”

“I wanted to give you my condolences, I know what he meant to you,” he whispered, taking her hand in his.

“What? Are you going to have me killed like him?” she asked with a hiss, ripping her hand out of his.

“I’m not that kind of person,” he replied with a hiss right back.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she rolled her eyes.

Yuta sighed loudly, “Listen, princess, I came out here to show that I actually care about your feelings rather than some other husband you could have who would have killed both you and him for having an affair outside of your arranged marriage.”

“We didn’t have an affair of any kind!” she exclaimed.

“It’s what it looks like to the public, or at least the public of servants in the castle,” he told her, making her eyebrows raise.

“What? What did he do? Why is… Why did he… leave me?” she asked softly, her eyes starting to brim with tears.

“Rumor has it that Lee Taeyong snuck into the castle to ask me to give you up but was killed by a guard before he could,” he told her softly in case anyone was around, although the town had no clue the prince was even in their small town.

She gasped, cupping her hands around her mouth to hold in her sobs. “Gods, why?” she repeated over and over as Yuta moved her over into his side and held her close to him.


Yuta stayed the week, the two becoming friends in the short amount of time they had known each other. There were no romantic feelings (for Y/N at least) for the time and they got along nicely. Much to the happiness of Daichi who had worried since she was three of the arranged marriage. Terrified that she would forever hate him giving her up.

Yuta travelled with them back to the castle where they were greeted famously, a small greeting from the twelve boys and the Emperor’s wives. They took the three to the dining room where the Emperor would join them for dinner any moment.

When he entered, they all stood, bowing to their leader before sitting when he did. The Emperor was happy to see his son getting along with his fiance and clinked his glass to get their attention.

“I would just like to say how happy I am to see my son so happy with the woman who was picked for him when he was five. So, I would like to announce that the wedding will take place in three months!” he cheered, holding his glass up. The room cheered with him except for Yoshida, Y/N and Yuta who were all stunned at the announcement.


Y/N stood in the royal gardens, crying besides the peonies that reminded her of Taeyong. She forgot she was to marry Yuta, he had become a friend but not a commitment. A person to take her mind off all the things happening but he was at the center of it all.

Yuta exited the maze and found her after an hour of looking. The sun was bound to set any minute and she was here, lost in the maze. He sighed, sitting beside her.

A few moments passed until he spoke, “Listen, Y/N, I’ll make a deal with you,” he told her, sparing her a look quickly looking away when she glanced at him. “Up until the wedding I’ll try to get you to love me, but if you don’t you don’t have to marry me. I’ll work it out with my father if it comes to that, but I hope it doesn’t. Just… give me a chance,” he asked of her.

She thought about his proposition for a good while, making him nervous and antsy. She nodded softly holding her shaking hand out to him. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he replied back. The game on.


Yuta tried his best to win Y/N over. She enjoyed his company and loved his attitude that wasn’t a spoiled rotten kid, but it wasn’t enough to have her stay.

He often took her riding into the woods. One fine day, he strapped swords to his horse and a bag full of stones on the other side, he raced across the courtyard where she sat in front of the garden. She was surprised to see Yuta on a horse and hadn’t realized he had pulled her up with him onto the horse. The two made their way into the woods and to a clearing with a lake.

“Like the one at your home,” he smirked, hopping off the horse, waiting for her too.

When she hadn’t moved, he turned back to her, seeing her stare idly at the ground. Her fingers itched around the hem of her dress in nervousness. He smiled at the sight.

“Are you scared?” he asked her with a smirk.

“N-No,  I just… don’t want to flash you. It would be indecent,” she told him, holding her head high.

“And at what time have you been decent?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, holding her arms out, “Please, just help me down,” she asked of him. He nodded walking over to her. She set her hands on his shoulders and he helped her slip off the horse. “Good, thank you,” she said, nodding her head and made her way to the lake.

Yuta smirked, running up behind her and lifting her skirt. “Looks like you flashed me anyways!” he laughed, making her turn bright red. “Now! Teach me how to skip a stone!” he asked her, holding up a bag of rocks, all different shapes and sizes.

She took them from his hand and rifled through them laughing slightly. “Well, first we’re going to sort through these and only have the flat ones.”

“What? Why? Then we’ll only have a few,” Yuta asked in confusion as she dumped the bag of rocks onto the ground and threw all the thick and awkward ones out, leaving only smooth, flat ones for them to use.

“If you use awkward or big ones they’ll just sink, they need to be able to slid against the surface and jump off it,” she explained, before skipping one across the lake.

Yuta nodded following her lead, throwing the rock into the water. Y/N started as the rock sunk immediately.

“You have to flick your wrist, like…” she stood behind him, “this.” She helped him flick his wrist from behind, the rock skipping two times before sinking. He cheered excitedly, taking her into his arms and swinging her around.

“Okay, okay, Yuta. Put me down. Put me down!” she shouted, in annoyance until he set her back down on the ground.

“Let’s go again!” he cheered, taking a rock and skipping it a few times across the water.


Three Months Later

“The wedding is tomorrow,” Yuta told her as they sat in front of the lake where she had first taught him to skip stones. Where they rode their horses and watched the sunset. Where Yuta really felt his heart going out to her.

Y/N looked up from her lap, wringing out her fingers, “I know,” she whispered.

“Have you decided?” he asked her softly. “I need to tell my father soon.”

“I know and… I have,” she whispered. He could hear it in her voice, the saddness, the distraught. He knew her answer even before she barely whispered it into the crisp weather. She started to talk about all the good times but he couldn’t get passed the thought that he’d never see her walk down the aisle to him. He would never wake up to her beside her. He would never have children with her and wither away with her. He’d have to stand for some annoying brat now.

“I can’t marry you,” was all that passed into his ears.


The main hall had turned into a wedding in the matter of three days. Yuta was prepared for marriage but the wife he had planned to have would not arrive at this moment. A woman by the name of Osao Nara was to marry him. A woman that was Japanese but her family had moved to Europe and returned to Japan not too long ago.

She was a thin, small thing. Pale and slightly awkward when she smiled. She liked power and already walked around the castle as if she owned it. Yuta wasn’t sure if she knew that they were seventh in line for the throne.

He sighed and walked into Nina’s room, forgetting to knock. The wedding was that day and the shrill screams from Nina was all that fazed him when he realized his mistake of invading. The young woman had been in a foreign dress, none like he had ever seen. It was white and sparkly and he hated it was on Nina rather than his one true love.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress, much less the day of the wedding!” Nina screeched, slamming the door shut with ferocity.

“No, I’ve never heard that,” Yuta replied behind the door. Nina yelled in frustration, she wasn’t too keen to marry Yuta either. He was sarcastic and rude and had no respect for her. She barely saw him as her husband, she just wanted more power than she already had as a Duchess.

Yuta left the door and while walking around the castle was escorted off to get ready for the ceremony.


The ceremony started with Yuta at the front of the room, the people in the middle and the bride to be outside the doors. Music flooded the room and a young woman entered the room. A veil covering her face with the white head decoration holding it up. He could barely pull up a smile at the sight of Nara walking forward.

He liked the dress she wore then. She must not have wanted the bad luck to follow her because she now wore a formal Japanese dress as she made her way to him.

They sat before the priest, awaiting the first cup of sake as he purified the shrine they sat before and called the kami’s attention.

Yuta first took three sips, passing it to his bride who sipped it conspicuously. Nara was then given a cup, slightly bigger than the first and drank three times before giving it to her groom. The priest repeated his first action in a bigger cup and they finished the small san-ku-do ceremony.

They are then ushered to the altar where Yuta reads his quick written vows to her.

“We have not known each other long but thanks to Matsuoka Ji we can marry and find a love that would have never been found elsewhere.”

She listened, the tone of his voice dry and that love he spoke of was unheard of in the wavers of his voice.

The priest then offered evergreen to the altar, reflecting his gratitude to the spirits. The bride and groom following with their own objects. Yuta placed a folded piece of paper on the altar. Nara followed with a stone. Flat and thin that made Yuta look to her in confusion. He could barely make out the smirk underneath her veil. Family representatives followed after them with offerings while Yuta stared in confusion at the young woman before him. He wasn’t so sure it was Nara anymore.

The priest brought out the rings that had been presented and asked of Nara if she would unveil with help from her groom. She leaned her head forward and Yuta shakily lifted the veil in which to reveal Y/N instead.

He smiled from ear to ear at the sight of her and the whole room gasped.

“M-Master Yuta, this is not Nara. Would you like us to stop the proceedings?” the priest asked him.

“No, please continue,” he grinned, the whole room feeling his happiness. His father smiled, thankful the young woman returned to his son and let the wedding proceed, even as the priest stared at him in confusion.

Izanagi and Izanami were called upon in the final prayers before the reception was called upon.


“I thought you didn’t love me,” Yuta whispered to his wife as they stood at the reception smiling as people congratulated, even if they were slightly confused.

“I didn’t think I did, but as I left the city I realized that I couldn’t leave you,” she told him, looking up at him with a large smile. He smiled back, the two in love and married.

A tear slipped from Yuta’s eyes, holding her hand tightly in between his, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she told him, wiping the tear from his face.


© 2017 tenpioca  

Kaleidoscope - Monty de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “Can you write a Montgomery dlC imagine with the phrase "i need time to think about us?” Also, I love that your ask is Jeff Askins😂👌"

If, as tales and myths prophesize, soulmates are as real as the earth is round, then Montgomery de la Cruz and Y/N L/N were living in stark reality. Or, so was thought.

They’d met at school years back, and theirs was a love story one might read in a fairytale, a classic romance. It was rare they’d be seen without the other, never spoke ill of each-other, and knew their partner inside out. Even better than themselves, some might say.

Today Montgomery had knocked on Y/N’s door at 20:42 on this hot summer night. The sun was setting.

“Look,” he’d been acting strange ever since he’d knocked on her door, he hadn’t even taken up her offer to enter the house which was an immediate red flag.

“Monty you’re scaring me.” Her arms wrapped around her stomach, less as a sign of coldness and more one of insecurity. Although she was really trying to avoid noticing the redness and watery eyes Monty was sporting, she couldn’t help the fact that she already had. Her first thought was to run and hug him- make sure he was okay, but something was stopping her.

“I-” he stuttered and looked at the floor.

Then his entire demeanour shifted, like the switches had all been changed, and they were locked.

“Y/N, something’s changed.”

“You’re damn right it has.” Her stern tone was to hide the fact she felt she might throw up. They were supposed to know each-other better than themselves, but Y/N had no idea who he was right now, he was vague and unclear- she knew something was up but couldn’t put her finger on it, an unusual occurrence for the two.

“You and me, have you ever noticed how different we are?” He chuckled softly, and each chime had a sharp edge which dug deeper into her heart. He slid his hands in his pockets casually, as though the stop was just that. A stop on his way to somewhere better.

“Yes, but that’s what makes us so good…” she moved forward and closed the door behind her, since the cold had started to permeate the house.

“Don’t you think it’s always been… inconvenient?”

“No… because, when you love someone things like that don’t matter. Nothing matters.” She moved toward him and placed a hand on his chest, “I love you, so if you’re feeling insecure about us-”

He stepped back abruptly. “Tess’ back. Seeing her made me realise a few things.” Everything stopped for a moment. All she could hear was white noise and all she could see was the fuzz of a television screen with no signal. She was spinning. She had no clue where she was looking or of anything else around her, she only knew the thought permeating her head incessantly.

“You still love her.”

He paused. She could make out his face now, and the overriding emotion was pity. He wasn’t trying to walk on eggshells, he felt bad for her, but he wasn’t going to make this any easier. She’d hit the nail on the head.

“I need time to think about us.” The trouble was that the nail wasn’t stopping, it was still being hammered violently and roughly.

“Do you really? Or is that just deferring the official break-up you’d already planned for?” She snapped. The words were immediate. Noticeably his face was still red and patchy, his stern expression contrasting along with his strong stance, yet she noticed a falter, a flicker of hurt or regret. Or maybe that was just her hoping.

“Y/N, you know that’s not-”

“Do I?” She whispered. “I feel like I have no idea who you are right now.”

After a few moments with no answer, she continued; “why?” She shut her eyes, seeing his expression might just kill her.

“Quite honestly, you were never what I wanted. I’m sorry I led you to believe that.” A dagger. A kitchen blade. A stapler. A sword. Scissors. Pins. Needles. The sound of a 12 gauge locking and loading, pointed right a her heart. Anything and everything sharp was pressing into her chest.

“Silly me…” her voice was barely audible, and the dizzying effect of his words caused her to sway slightly.

And it felt like the kaleidoscope of butterflies that disrupted her stomach whenever she saw him, died. She could hear their gut wrenching screams, and it felt as though they were being torn to pieces, along with her heart.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He almost pleaded. “Hurt me? You’re fucking ripping me to pieces, and standing there like it means dog shit to you!” She shouted back, eyes still shut, trying to stop the tears from falling.

“It was fun while it lasted, right?” He smiled boyishly, causing her blood to boil, her brokenness now mixed with fury.

You may have shattered my heart for ever.

“So this was all an act, Monty? Only I wasn’t aware that we were playing to an audience. I’m sorry that I wanted something real instead of a dream. A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” She chuckled bitterly.

“Don’t spout that nonsense, I’m trying to spare your feelings here.” He snapped.

“You don’t care. You never cared.”

She picked up the pieces of her self that had been carelessly splattered onto her doorstep, and entered her home, locking the door behind her with a newfound emptiness.

Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader where she is pregnant with his baby & he loves her so dearly but one day she is seriously seriously injured in a case and it’s kind of sherlock’s fault indirectly and she loses the child tragically. Sherlock is v guilty and protective and sorry

(gif not mine but writing is)

Expecting

Walking into the living room you span around in your cream coloured dress and you felt beautiful. “Come here you.” said Sherlock as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him to sit on his lap. He began to kiss you as he placed a hand on your tummy. Your bump wasn’t showing yet but you had a first scan. There was a healthy baby that you hope would be as intelligent as its father. You gazed into Sherlock light eyes as you brushed his dark curls from his face. “What did I do to deserve something as perfect as you two.” he sighed with happiness.
“Saved thousands if not millions of lives by being a smart arse?” you answer playfully as you leave a light kiss on his nose. He smirked.

“Mycroft keeps texting me asking how I am. I think he is excited about becoming an uncle.” you giggle as you look around. Your eyes stare at the vacant bedroom. “I was thinking of perhaps making John’s old room into a nursery but only if you’re OK with the idea. He’s really settling into his new place with Mary.” you say stepping off of his lap. Sherlock stared down the hallway at the now empty room, a grunt of contemplation left his lips. You understood that there was a lot of memories tied to the rooms in 221B Baker Street but at some point he will have to make changes so new memories can be made. One thing must be paramount, you must not rush him with his decisions.

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen you turn back to see Sherlock on his laptop. Walking up behind him you gaze over his shoulder at the computer screen. On the screen was a photograph of a man that was the latest big criminal that needed to be stopped. He had red curly hair and wore a long dark coat. It all started when he replicated some of Sherlock’s early cases. It’s like he wants to copy and get Sherlock’s attention for some reason. Kind of like a fan boy gone wrong. “I wonder what he is going to do next. The dedication and details that he puts into his crimes really are fascinating.” Sherlock said as his eyes sparkled with curiosity. Worriedly you put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder as you spoke. “You’re leading him on too much Sherlock. Surely you can see that each murder is getting more elaborate with more victims.”
“I know. He’s just so interesting.” he sighs.
“The guy is a maniac.” you interject. “Besides how many days has it been since the last murder?” The criminal now had a clear murder pattern.
“Five. Today could be my lucky day.” replied Sherlock. Sometimes you worried about Sherlock. Murder and detective work can seem like a game to him. It’s like he forgets that people’s lives are at stake.
“Please Sherlock. You know who he is just arrest him. Don’t toy with him or let him toy with you any longer.” you say with concern but your warning appeared to go on deaf ears.

Sherlock opened a new tab on his laptop and began frantically refreshing his ‘Science of Deduction’ website because that is how he has communicated with the suspect previously. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for the baby.” you sigh walking past Sherlock. He suddenly turned around and grabbed your hand. He placed it against his lips, kissing it whilst his eyes stared into yours. “Don’t be too long… This will be the last time I tease him. I promise.” he said apologetically.
“I’ll be back soon you psychopath.” you giggled at him as you began to walk down the stairs.
“High functioning sociopath.” Sherlock called back.

Sherlock had unknowingly been waiting for at least an hour. A 'ding’ noise came from his laptop notifying him of a new message on his site which read. 'Why don’t we finally meet? I have been waiting for so long to meet you. Shall we say the old factory?“ Finally what Sherlock had been waiting for. As he went to grab his black jacket something struck him. It had been too easy. Before the criminal had laid out puzzles for him to solve but this time he arranges to meet face to face? Confused, he reaches for his mobile and dialled a familiar face, one of the few he could truly trust. "John? I know that you are probably busy but I need your assistance. It’s the copycat killer. He’s suggested a meet up but I don’t think that all is as it seems.”

“I’ll be a while Mrs Hudson” Sherlock called as he hailed a cab. The taxi picked up John on the way. The pair discussed how John should remain hidden somewhere in the factory but be ready to strike if things get out of hand.

The factory was disheveled. The walls thick with dust and most of the windows were shattered or boarded up. As John looked for another entrance, Sherlock quietly walked in. He vaguely recalled that this factory was significant in one of his very first cases. Was it a body found here or a major clue that helped solve the case? Sherlock walks into a big room surrounded by small offices.

“I thought you would be coming so I brought you a gift or was it that you brought me a gift?” said a gravelly voice in the distance. Out stepped a red haired man wearing a purple shirt, black jacket, trousers and shoes. Exactly the same outfit as Sherlock had on. Sherlock’s eyes widened as he could hear somebody quietly crying from the stranger’s direction.

The man was clutching onto your arm, dragging you close to him. “Sherlock” you whimpered. Tears ran down your face and you trembled with fear. “Isn’t she beautiful.” said the criminal as he gently stroked your cheek. You could see Sherlocks fists clench in anger. Using the hand on your cheek he slowly moved your head to face him. Suddenly he slapped you across the face and Sherlock darted forward. “Ah Mr Holmes, you’ve now shown me your hand. Wouldn’t want to do anything reckless now would we?” said the criminal and Sherlock froze.

“Just let her go. You have me now. I’m the one you want.” said Sherlock who kept a steady sounding voice, though it was taking a lot of effort.
“True” said the criminal as his eyes looked away from Sherlock and back to you. “To show there’s no hard feelings, how about a hug beautiful?” He holds an arm out and wraps it behind you. One arm remained down by his side as the other pulled you forward, crushing your body into his. You let out a blood curdling scream as a huge sharp pain cuts into you. Smirking, he slowly removes a large knife from your stomach.

“No!” Sherlock shouts with more anger and anguish than you ever knew he had. As the criminal was distracted, John crept up behind him and tackled him to the ground. Witnessing what had just taken place, the doctor did not hold back with the punches. After knocking the criminal out he phoned the emergency services.

Your legs became weak and Sherlock leapt forward to catch you before your body hit the floor. Looking down you could see your dress being stained by a growing patch of red. “Keep your eyes fixed on me.” Sherlock said as he took your hand in his. Tears rolled down his face.

“Sherlock… No matter what happens know this… I love you… You… Idiot.” you whispered shakily. John was applying pressure to the wound and you cried out in pain. “John you’re hurting her!” Sherlock shouted angrily. He knew that John knew what he was doing. He knew that John was a doctor. But seeing you in pain like this was too much for Sherlock to bare.

“Sherlock… He’s trying to help.” you whispered. Your eyes closing as you felt very sleepy. “(Y/N) stay with me. Please stay with me. You have to stay with me.” Sherlock begged as he squeezed your hand, forcing your eyes open. Despite this you could not fight it any longer. Your eyes closed. The last sound you heard was Sherlock crying in despair.

Your eyes slowly open. You were laying in a white hospital bed. Looking down you see Sherlock clutching your hand in his own, his head on the bed. The duvet felt damp where his face was on top of it. “Hey you.” you manage to say even though your voice was quiet. Sherlock looked up. His eyes were red and watery from crying. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock exclaimed whilst he tenderly kissed your hand. A smile crept onto your face. You looked around the room. There was a smashed vase and a set of drawers that had been ripped apart. The curtains in the room had also been partially pulled down. Then it dawned on you. A sinking feeling began to wash over you.

You tried to sit up whilst you whimpered in pain. “Don’t move too much. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” Sherlock said as he carefully helped you to sit up. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared into his.
“And we both know that I have also lost something far more precious.” you said crying. Sherlock slowly nodded his head as he began to cry. He moved up towards you and kissed your forehead before hugging you. You pressed you face into his chest, muffling your sobs.

One week later

221B was full of colour as bunches of flowers of sympathy from friends and family filled the room. The biggest bouquet by far was from Mycroft. You sat in John’s chair reading a book as Sherlock read the newspaper, but he was really staring at you. You sighed placing the book down and rubbing your stomach. It was still sore. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for my recovery.” you say wincing slightly as you stood up.
“Great idea, I’ll tag along. Fancy chips?” Sherlock added as he grabbed his jacket.
“Sherlock. I’m only going to shop on the corner. I can go by myself.” you smile.
“No.” he growled. “You’re not safe out there any more. Last time you went out. You… We lost our…” his voice was breaking. “It was my fault I should have listened to you. I should have quit while I was ahead.”

You walked up and hugged him.“The only person at fault was that maniac. Think about it. Going out by myself isn’t all bad. We would have never met if I didn’t bend the rules and go out on my own.” you smile as Sherlock’s mouth also curled up into a smile.
You reached forward and grabbed Sherlock’s hand. Despite there still being pain in his eyes, the smile stayed on his face. “Chips?” he asked as you both walked down the stairs and out of 221B. “It’s a date. You psychopath.” you reply, staring into his eyes.
“High functioning sociopath.” he protests before gently pressing his lips on yours.

Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) Part 18

A/N: after so long, I’ve finally finished. enjoy lol

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“Where’s Lafayette?” You asked immediately. She pointed to your shared room with him. You ran there, seeing Lafayette’s head in his hands. He looked up when you approached, his eyes watery. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into his arms. You heard a small whimper come from his throat. You tightened your hold around his neck, saying nothing.

“Y/N, Y/N, I’m so sorry, Jen and I weren’t paying attention. We should have done something, anything to stop this-" 

"Gilbert. Stop. It’s not your fault. We’ll find them, okay? We’ll save them.” You touched his hair softly. He shook his head, too choked up to give you a response. You closed your eyes, trying to hold in your sobs.

You heard footsteps by the door, and tried to turn your body. But Lafayette was clutching onto it too hard. You open your eyes, able to turn your head in the direction of the noise. Thomas was standing there, his hand on Jenny’s shoulder.

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katchyalater  asked:

1) you are a treasure and a gift and #goals and thank you for writing for this fandom!!! 2) idk if you're still taking prompts? I was thinking... we've all read nude model!bellamy for clarke's art class, but what if *she's* modeling for his beginners class or smth? Extra points if he gets flustered/tries to get her to cover up & she gets offended. (feel free to keep or ditch any of this. if you write it, it'll rock!)

A|N: Yikes kacka I’m so SORRY! This took forever to write (because college is Terrible) but I really hope you like it!

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The irony of the entire situation is that Bellamy doesn’t mean to see Clarke Griffin naked. It happens because she asks him to.

As it turns out, figure drawing isn’t one of his required modules— but he needs to fulfill his art credits and Clarke assures him that it’s a guaranteed easy A, so he takes it anyway. Her presence is an added bonus, of course, but he doesn’t tell her that. (She’ll just get all smug and insufferable, and his crush on her is painfully transparent as it is.)

So he’s expecting her to be waiting- easel ready and pencils in hand- when he strides into class five minutes late; fumbling with his bag strap as he sweeps a glance over the room. There’s no sign of her, and he’s about half a second away from relenting and finding a seat instead when he sees a familiar flash of blonde—

Gaping, he scrambles to grab at the coffee cup that nearly tumbles out of his grip and onto the floor, wincing at the rush of heat that races up his fingers.

Because Clarke isn’t seated behind an easel— she’s by the front of the room, plopped on a stool and donning a bathrobe that really doesn’t leave much to imagination.

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Demons

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: Sometime after 4.18
Genre: Angst/Comfort

A/N: I hope you didn’t forget me yet. I hope you like this, it just sort of poured out. As always you can thank @allenting​ for encouraging my headcanons (what would I do without you to feed my giant ego).

I think this was the hardest thing for me to write. I really wanted to get the conversation and the reasons right. I hope I managed to keep it in character.

I’ll appreciate any feedback!!

For the longest time, Erin’s favourite part of the day was coming home and snuggling into Jay’s chest after a tough day at work. Now, she has to be satisfied with a long-awaited beer at her favourite bar. The added bonus is that Jay is also there at the moment, and she can at least stare at him longingly, if nothing else.

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Prove Them Wrong

Your brothers still won’t take you with them when you go hunting. They’ve even started to wonder whether you’re interested in joining the Family Business.

You lent back in your chair, the emptiness of the Bunker becoming more and more daunting with each passing day. Cas visited less often than he used to as you were growing older. At 17 your brothers trusted you enough to leave you alone. 
They hadn’t called you and you were beginning to worry. Normally a hunt took 2 or 3 weeks, depending on how far away it was. They usually called by then. Even a text.

They were supposed to let you go on Hunts with them. You had a suspicion they were expecting you to start going solo, but you were more clever than that. You were more patient than you were stubborn. Of course, you were more prepared than they thought you were too. Months, hell, years you’d been training yourself to hunt. Whether it be research knowledge, fighting skills or reloading time with guns. 
Your brothers had taught you the basics for safety and you took matters into your own hands, making sure to be prepared.

You couldn’t wait for them to finally agree to take you on your first hunt…well…you say “first”. You’d technically been on one or two with Mary, but they weren’t anything dangerous. Not that you were expecting Sam or Dean to take you on a dangerous one for starters. They’d most likely drag you along to a salt ‘n’ burn, no doubt holding your hand through out the entire thing. Their protective nature was for them as much as it was for you. 

You’d learnt to roll your eyes to the ceiling and put up with their ways.

“Come on, don’t make me save you…” You chuckled aloud. You had a tendency to utter things to yourself when nervous. Only there wasn’t usually an Angel watching.
“Who are you talking to?” Cas’ usual gruff and slightly confused voice filled the empty room.
You nearly jumped out of your skin, but you composed yourself and sighed “No one, I’m just worried that’s all…And you need to stop sneaking up on people. You’re going to give me a heart attack one day!”

Cas nodded and mumbled a “Sorry/”, but you could tell he didn’t fully understand. “Do you know where Sam and Dean are?” You asked, fiddling with your thumbs. Your thumb ran over a fraying piece of thread on your shirt sleeve. 

“Yes.” Cas nodded, pausing as though double checking. Why did Angels never explain anything?!
“Are they okay?” You asked, leaning forward in your chair. As bad as it sounded you almost wanted Cas to say no. You wanted a reason to leave the Bunker. It was so rare you could go any further than the bloody driveway. You’d never really left Kansas before.
If he said no, you could convince him to take you to them. You’d defeat whatever supernatural creature was in their way right in front of their eyes and prove your brothers wrong.

You wanted an adventure.

“They’re fine. Sam’s about to call you actually.” 

As if on cue your phone buzzed, you picked up not bothering to check the caller ID. “Hey kiddo, case it finished. We’ll be home in a couple of hours.”
As relieved as you were to know they were okay, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed you didn’t have a chance to get out there. No doubt your brothers still saw you as a toddler who doesn’t know their left from their right.
“Okay.” You tried to sound positive, forcing a smile in hopes it would add to the happiness. Only Sam wouldn’t buy it. Dean might have, had it been him who called. “See you then-”

“Bug, you okay?” You didn’t need to be facing him to know he had his puppy eyes showing.
“…Yeah, I’m tired that’s all. See you soon?” You lowered the phone from your face slightly, ready to hang up.
He sighed before saying his goodbyes. “Yeah, see you later.”

Thankfully he didn’t press.


“We’re home!” Dean’s declarative made you smile a little as you got up from your bed. You slipped your headphones off before making your way to the main room.
“Hey kiddo.” Dean squeezed you in a quick hug, letting go to grab a beer. 
You smiled.
“Y/N, what’s wrong love?” Sam sighed, stepping in front of you so you couldn’t subtly avoid his gaze. You glanced up at his worried eyes, wide with furrowed brows.

“Nothing, I said I was tired didn’t I?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitter as it did.

“Y/N…” Sam’s voice was half way between serious and concerned.He looked tired.
“Y/N, if somethings wrong you can tell us you know that right?” Dean encouraged, now equipped with a beer.
“Yeah I know…It’s nothing. I’m tired.”
“You’re always tired.” Dean pointed out and you shot him a glare.
He swallowed and uttered “If looks could kill.” 

“If only.” You mumbled, ambling off to your room. You were done.

Sam and Dean shared a look. “Mood swings?” Dean wondered aloud.
“I don’t know…” Sam sighed “Somethings up, though.”
“Let’s give her the night to cool off. We can talk tomorrow.”
“What if we’ve found another case by then, we can’t just ignore this. Not if it’s important.” Sam played the Devils’ advocate. Of course he care about his little sister, but there could be people’s lives at stake.

“The case can wait a day, Sammy. Y/N’s family.”


You sighed, flopping onto your bed and burying your face in a pillow. Sure, you had patience. But all patience wears thin in the end.
You pulled your headphones back on and turned up the volume in hopes it would drown out your thoughts as well as other noises. As the song came to an end you heard the mumbling of voices and paused before the next one played. You sat up, tucking your hair behind your ear…Mary must have come home.

Sighing, you silently opened your door, straining to hear…
“I don’t know…she’s been really distant lately…she’s probably asleep right now…I don’t understand why, we haven’t forgotten something have we?…Her birthday’s not until next month…”

You could barely tell who was saying what so you opened the door wider and slumped down against the wall, leaning back.

“Maybe it’s just a teenage thing…she’ll probably be fine in the morning…”

You almost laughed bitterly, but swallowed the urge. If only they’d let you hunt. If only they knew how much you’d been training…every time you were alone you’d be in the shooting range or hitting the punching bag or studying the law books. You were completely aware your brothers would throw a fit if they realised how serious you were about contributing to the Family Business, so you made sure not to leave any obvious clues. 
You weren’t angry necessarily…you were just bored. 

“I bet they were Hunting at half my age…” you muttered to yourself, tapping the floorboards lightly.  you kept your voice as barely a whisper so only you could here. It felt more permanent to speak your thoughts, more real.“I bet Dad didn’t even question it…I bet-”

Your monologue was cut short when you heard footsteps. Jumping to action, you shut your door and crawled into your bed, thankfully the main light was already off. You closed your eyes and pulled the duvet up so it was covering most of you.

The door swung open, it’s creaks filled the room. A few footsteps sounded yet you kept your eyes tight shut, trying to look as peaceful as you could. Even breaths.
“Y/N…” Mary whispered “I know you’re not really asleep.”
You hesitated, maybe if you kept still she’d change her mind.
“If you don’t want to talk then that’s okay. I’m not your Mom and I never will be, but I can be hear for you. I’m still your family.”

You didn’t move, having made up your mind. Perhaps you would have turned and looked had she not mentioned your Mum. 

“Okay. Fine.” She paused before whispering “Good night…”You waited for her footsteps to fade away to nothingness before opening your eyes and adjusting your position. 

You fetched your laptop, reaching over a pile of notebooks by the side of your bed and grabbing it by the top. Placing it on your lap, your fingers danced over the keys like second nature- practice makes perfect -and began to research for cases nearby.
You were going to prove them wrong.
You were going to prove them all wrong.



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alxanderlightwood  asked:

oKAY so how about an au where magnus is a designer and alec needs a suit for jace's wedding so he goes to see magnus on izzy's recommendation and something gets lost in communication and magnus thinks it's alec's wedding and he's confused when alec invites him but he goes along anyway and he's so confused when he seems somebody who definitely isn't alec up at the altar and he didnt realize that alec invited him as his dATE AND ALEC IS ALL FLUSTERED AND BLUSHING AHHHHHHHHH

ok so this is too cute!!!!!!!!!!!!! but yes ok lets go

  • firstly magnus is a really famous designer, like fashion week legend magnus bane. vogue writes editorials on him. other collections wish they could be half as daring and yet stylishly practical as magnus bane.
  • so thus i feel like alec + izzy + jace are probably a little famous too?? because like…. good style like that comes with a price.
  • i want to say alec is a writer who doesn’t have a clue how to do this red carpet on show style thing because despite being an international bestseller, he does most of his work in the same 3 pairs of black jeans in his brooklyn apartment.
  • jace is a musician because i am all about music!jace. he’s really good. alec’s really proud.
  • izzy is an actress and she kicks ass and takes names. she’s currently starring in a lara croft/indiana jones esque movie. she enjoys stunt work too much. alec is a little bit afraid.
  • izzy is on the red carpet all the damn time, and her girlfriend clary has connections to magnus so they have a bit of a personal standing arrangement with him.
  • so izzy books the fitting and because it’s for izzy magnus sees to it personally instead of letting one of his staff do it, because she’s his favourite model ever.
  • and then they see each other and it’s all 😍 😍 😍
  • alec is too gay to function during the entire fitting because magnus’ hands are everywhere and magnus keeps asking questions and he just keeps making those fun noises of agreement and the part where it’s jace’s fabulous wedding kind of gets lost in translation.
  • but alec somehow manages to stammer out an invite because it’s magnus and he’s hot, and magnus agrees because he loves a good wedding and also seeing his work in action even if he’s a bit sad this tall gorgeous stranger is getting married.
  • magnus makes little sad comments to izzy the whole time leading up to the wedding, which confuses her a lot because isn’t this an official date???
  • and then it gets to the wedding and everything sort of falls into place when alec mentions preparing his best man’s speech and its all ‘oh’
  • magnus makes some offhand comment about sleeping with the bridesmaids and alec makes some equally offhand comment about how they’re not his type
  • plus how could he look at them when magnus is literally right there
  • they get drinks and when jace and simon start throwing bouquets both alec and magnus catch one which makes alec go bright red
  • and then they agree to go out after because why not
  • fun bonus fact: alec write under a penname and it turns out magnus is his biggest fan. alec blushes a lot when he finds out. magnus just grins.
  • the next book alec writes features a glamorous powerful bisexual warlock, and is dedicated to the love of his life who made him a suit.

send me an au and i’ll expand on it!

Missing Parts - 25.

Part 26
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You used the Hogwarts Express a couple of times by now, but that was probably the longest road you’ve ever had. Having no clue what happened with Harry, you were worried sick, and walking through the train, trying to find Fred and George, you had to realize the whole Weasley family disappeared too. They should’ve been on the train. Hermione left with the Knight Bus earlier, so you didn’t have the chance to talk with her either, though she only knew as much as you did. Luna kept you company, she helped you to calm down somewhat, at least as long as you sat on the train.

You walked to the Grimmauld Place from the King’s Cross alone, sometimes half running, though you haven’t realized how fast you were going until you had to slow down to catch your breath. Stepping inside slowly, there was only deep silence; the kitchen and the drawing room stood empty. It seemed like the whole house was deserted, but walking up on the old, creaking stairs, you met with your father at the landing of the second floor.

“Dad!” – you yelled instantly and a smile finally hovered over your face, forgetting about your worries. He didn’t even have a time to be surprised as you appeared there so suddenly, because you hugged him immediately. – “Where is everybody? And what happened with Harry? McGonagall said…” – you started, pulling back and speaking fastly before he cut you off.

“He’s fine. Well, mostly.” – he said, and you shot a confused but scared glance at him as he led you down to the basement, where you could speak in peace, without half of your ancestors accidentally start to shouting at you from their frames. Taking off your coat and scarf, you took a seat next to the long table.

“Arthur has been attacked by Voldemort’s snake. He’s fine, he’s alive.” – he added quickly, seeing your shocked face. – “But he’s at the St. Mungo’s. They went to visit him.”

Still taken aback by what you just heard, you were speechless, and it took a long minute before you could say something again. “I still don’t understand. Neville said Harry was sick, I thought something happened with him.”

“Not exactly.” - he sighed. – “He saw the attack. Don’t ask me how, somehow in his dream.”

And again, you fell silent. It was so obvious something wasn’t right with those dreams he have, but how could he saw the attack? “He has weird dreams for months. He don’t know where, a place with dark walls.” – you started in a low voice, staring off into the distance. – “But they must be very vivid and realistic, because he always tossing and turning, reaching out his hands like he’d be really there.” – raising your head up, you looked at him. – “So these aren’t just dreams, are they?”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This is out of my knowledge. Dumbledore will surely can tell more.” – you just nodded lightly, thinking about how you said to Harry several times he should go and tell about it to the headmaster, but he was too stubborn. Deep in your thoughts, glaring at the walls again your father – now much lighter – voice woke you up. – “Try to cheer up a little. I think he’ll need it.”

Letting out a soft laugh, you said, “Yes, I get used to it.”

He smiled back and opened his mouth to say something, but then the door of the kitchen opened as your mother arrived back from the ministry. Suddenly you remembered that little chat with Umbridge, but decided to keep in secret. The three of you talked about little things, school, and of course, Harry and you.

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t write about us. I just… I really wanted to tell you in person.” – you apologized, but they just smiled.

“It’s okay. We’re happy for you.”

To her words, your father nodded. “We are.” – he said, but then narrowed his eyes. – “And did I understand right you’re sleeping with him?”

Widening your eyes, you had to thinking a little until you realized he was referring that you said you saw him while he was dreaming. Before you could answer, your mother spoke up. “That’s their business, not yours.”

“I was just asking.” – he explained. – “You know, if you need some talk… I’m here.” – he was nodding slowly.

“What talk?” – you asked, but then understood, which made you stood up from your seat. – “No. No. I know everything, thanks.” – Clearing your throat, you tried to cover your embarrassed tone.

“Oh, do you?”

Grabbing your scarf and coat from the chair, you muttered something like “I’ll go upstairs to pack out.”, but you heard your mother voice from the door.

“You’re so good at this.”

“Parenting?” – he asked proudly.

“Embarassing your daughter.”

After you emptied your trunk and changed your clothes, you went back down to the kitchen to make a tea. Barely finishing, you heard low noises from the hallway before the door opened again and half of the Weasley family filled the room. You asked them about Mr. Weasley, but Harry wasn’t with them.

“He went to sleep. He… I don’t think he’s well.” – Ron said worriedly, and for a moment you considered to leave Harry alone, but at least you wanted to check on him. Arriving to the floor where his room was, you heard a shout right before you opened the door; he stood in front of Phineas Nigellus’ portrait.

He was so pale and looked so devastated, angry too, until he saw you, because then his face softened somewhat. “Are you okay?” – you asked quietly, glancing at the emty portait before you looked back at him. He just nodded, so you walked closer to him, cupping his cheek. His skin was cold and he had dark circles under his eyes. – “Have you slept?”

He closed his eyes and took your hand in his, squeezing a little as he shook his head as a no, barely visible. “Come to my room. No one will bother you there.”

He followed you into your room where he sat on the edge of the bed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. As he was still wordless and avoided your face, you started to think it’d be better to leave him alone for a while. “I’ll be downstairs. I let you…” – he didn’t let you to finish; grabbing both of you hands, he looked up at you.

“No, please. Stay here with me.” – his almost desperate voice made your heart ache.

But as you plopped down next to him, he avoided your eyes again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not now.” – he muttered, and you smiled at him kindly, though you were thinking about one thing: he doesn’t want to talk about it at all, not even later.

The experience was still too fresh, so you rather didn’t bothered him. “Sleep a little.”

“I don’t want to.” – he breathed out, and you didn’t need to ask why.

“I stay here with you, okay? I’ll wake you up if something isn’t right.” – Harry hesitated, but then nodded shortly, so you lied down on the bed, pulling him with yourself.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt as he let out a long, trembling sigh. His hand lost in your hair, and as you started to rub his back, a few minutes later he was already fast asleep. You listened his steady breathing at least for half an hour, and soon enough his skin wasn’t so cold anymore; you dozed off too.

Ron woke you up after hours sleep, right before dinner. Sitting up on the bed, you could tell Harry had no intention to go down. “You should eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” – he said as firmly as his raspy, sleepy voice let him. – “But you go, I’ll be alright.”

As he turned on his other side, you understood he won’t come with you no matter how nicely you ask, and there was absolutely no point to argue with him. Before you stood up and left the room, you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Harry?” – your mother asked after you sat down next to the table, but everybody else waited for your answer aswell. Besides the Weasleys only your parents and Remus were here today, no one else from the order.

“I didn’t want to wake him up.” – you lied, because you didn’t want to get into a discussion about him now. It seemed the others were in a better mood, relieved somewhat, but you couldn’t really talk or eat much. Excusing yourself soon, you walked back up to your room, but Harry was sleeping again.

Since you were sure you can’t sleep now, you sat down next to him on the bed with a book, reading for like an hour before he woke up again, turning to you. Smiling at him worriedly, you put the book down on the nightstand and gave his spectacles to him. Not being completely sure if you should ask again or not, firstly you just leaned closer, pressing a few kisses on his lips, making him smile a bit.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Laughing softly, you eyes widened. “I should ask you!”

A little smile appeared at the corner of his lips, just for a moment as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Did you heard what happened?”

“Yes. You saw Mr. Weasley’s attack?”

He shook his head. “It’s not just that. I saw it through the snake.” – his voice was quiet, like he was afraid somebody else would might hear him too. – “Through the snake, Y/N.”

“Wait.” – you started after a confused silence, suddenly understating why he was so miserable. – “You don’t think you did this, do you?”

His silence said everything. “Harry, that’s impossible. I don’t know how you could see it, but it wasn’t you who did it!”

“How can you be so sure? You wasn’t there. You don’t know what I felt. Because I felt…”  - he started angrily, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. “I just… Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“You really needed to ask this?” – you smiled. – “Of course you can.”

He lowered his head on your shoulder as you hugged him tightly. You tried to comfort him with a few calming words, telling him that there’s no way he could do anything like that, but he didn’t say anything; just stayed silently on your embrace, like if you were the only strong point, the pillar of his life. By now you learnt if he isn’t ready to talk about something, you have to give him some time. Also, you had absolutely no idea how you should treat this situation, because as everybody else you didn’t really understand what happened either. For now the best you could do is be there for him.


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Soulmate AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader (Supernatural)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where you get a book at birth in which each page is a day and each chapter is a year. Each day, you get some information about their day, some things they said, some things they felt, some activities. Also, the last thing in the book will be the first words they said to you. 

Requested?: Yes, by me. 

Word count: 4,500 (Damn, that’s long)

(A/N):  this is not my idea. Normally I write down from who I stole it, but I forgot. So if you know who made this idea, let me know! & I am obsessed with Supernatural and I love Dean! SO, that’s why! Heehee;)

Originally posted by zest-wincest


Dean Winchester had always loved reading his book. The book about his soulmate, the only connection between them. At young age, he was confused as why her parents were so strict. She needed to run, and swim and at age seven, his soulmate got a knife for her birthday. But what was weird was that she didn’t seem to mind. Dean soon understood she was a hunter, just like he was becoming. That didn’t scare him. He knew she, as his soulmate, would be able to handle herself. 


When Dean got older, he loved reading about her even more. She was really smart and good, she worked mostly alone and loved llama’s, which he thought was pretty amusing. He liked how she always was pretty happy, no matter what her injuries or the job was. The book said her smile was one to die for. He liked how she could flirt with boys, just for information. He liked how she was funny and drank tea with alcohol and drank tequila after each job. He fell in love with her, slowly and not because of her looks. He didn’t know how she would look. He hoped she was pretty. 


Dean and Sam were at a motel, there was a job close by, but they wouldn’t make it there until tomorrow. Sam was in the shower, so Dean had a little bit time for him alone. Out of his bag, he took the already large book. Each chapter represented a year, and he was glad the book was so big, meaning she was still alive. The last few days, he hadn’t been able to read the book because of his research and the job. He had to catch up on a few days. 


Walking around, driving in a car. 

“I like chicken nuggets, but tart is better.” 

She winked at the guy, whose mouth hung open. He wasn’t used to girl that pretty hitting on him.

Her eyes  were tired, but this night would be sleepless, she would have to do research if she wanted to finish the job tomorrow. 


Dean grinned, this was how he knew her, totally random, yet very determent. She liked to get a move on things. 


Her boots were tight, she had checked that tree times already. Her dark shirt and pants were tight and easy to fight in. She took her bag and jumped in the jeep. The house was quiet, but she knew that the ghost of Julie could show up at any moment. Pain took over as something hit her in the back of her head. With a groan, she turned around, shotgun ready. She missed. She really needed to find that stupid box. 


After what seemed like hours of reading, Dean relaxed. She was safe, mildly hurt but safe. That was the one thing he always hoped. That she would be alive, breathing and mentally healthy. He knew how it was to lose someone you care about, and he couldn’t lose her, not before they had met. Dean wasn’t really afraid she would die on a job, she had proven how good she was plenty of times. 

“Reading about your soulmate?” Sam spoke and Dean looked up, Sams tone was slightly teasingly. 

“So what? Everyone does.” Dean stated, calm, unamused. He saw Sam grin slightly.


Y/n didn’t like reading about her soulmate. She had read too much over the pain he had been through. She had read about his mothers death, and her parents had explained her everything. They didn’t know what had killed her, but it was something supernatural. She had read about how his father wasn’t really a good father. She had read about him being hungry a lot because he gave his little brother more food. That broke her heart. She wasn’t one to pity, and she told herself she didn’t pity him, but she wished he had had a better childhood, at least. 


She walked out of the warm shower, her hair falling damp over her shoulders when she sat on her bed. Y/n really wanted to read her book, she always hoped she would read he was happy that day, even when he was happy for weeks, she would still hope he was happy. She hesitated. She always did. Swallowing hard, she took the book from the nightstand. The book felt heavy on her lap. 


He and his brother sneaked into the dark building, under the police tape to the house. His brother was first. The remains of the ghost where in the house, they only needed to find it before the ghost found them. They started from the basement, they had no clue where the body could be. He screamed, yelled for his brother to duck before firing. The ghost vanished, but they knew he would come back. He said that his brother needed to search upstairs, they didn’t have much time. He went downstairs, stairs made a lot of noise. His flashlight gave him some light. He opened doors, cabins, closets. But he noticed the newer wall. The bricks still had color. he yelled for his brother, not wanting him to be in more danger then needed. His brother stumbled it, gun ready. Together they broke down the wall, and an old corpse rolled out. Salt and burn. This job was done. 


Y/n wanted more information, she always wanted more. But she knew that she wouldn’t. She hoped they would meet soon. Y/n didn’t want to go to sleep, even though she was tired. So, longing for her soulmate, she read her favorite parts again. The parts where he was happy, where he had a reason to smile. That always made her heart warm. 


Dean and Sam Winchester sat in a diner, talking about the job. 

“So, you think it is a vengeful spirit?” Sam asked Dean, leaning in over the table. 

“Yes, I think it is. I mean, people disappearing near a forest? I checked it, and each year, in one week, this week, every night at least one person disappears. And that for seven days.” Dean took a sip out his cup. 

“Okay, this is a job. But where do we start?” Dean wanted to answer that question, but then something caught his eye. No, a someone. A young woman walked past. Her hair fell over shoulders, decoration her leather jacket. She had a very tight pair of jeans on, and high heels. Dean didn’t notice she stood slightly unstable on the shoes. When she stopped by a table, Dean saw her red lips, flirty smile and low cut tank top. The man she talked to asked her to sit, and Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Even though there was obvious flirting, she didn’t seen interested. He wondered why she sat by him. 

“Dean,” Sam started. “are you even listening?” Dean teared his eyes away from the beautiful woman. 

“Yes, of course I was.” 

—-

Only a few hours had passed, Dean would talk to a few people, and Sam, Sam would do some more research. Dean chose a house which was very close to the forest. It if was a spirit, then maybe they would know. He knocked on the door and was surprised when he saw the man the beautiful woman had flirted with. 

“Hello, I’m from the police. I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night disappearance.” Dean smiled and the man, a slight hint of envy in his eyes. 

“Come in.” He said and stepped aside. Inside the house it was cold, most things were dark and there were no flowers. he wouldn’t be surprised if he smelled death. 

Once Dean sat, he started to ask questions. until he couldn’t help it anymore. 

“So, you home alone? I mean if your girlfriend is here I would like to ask her a few questions.” Dean asked casually. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” the man almost snapped. 

“Easy there, I just thought you had because you are so gentle.” Dean gave the man a sarcastic smile, he had everything he needed. 

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