i probably did sixty times but it still makes me happy

5 times Stiles took care of Derek’s injuries and 1 time he didn’t have to


It’s ridiculous how often Derek gets hurt. And it’s also very sad.

He’s always jumping in front of bullets and going to fight vampires without telling anyone and there was this one time he literally knocked Scott out so he could go fight a deadly kelpie by himself.

“This is bullshit.” Stiles yells. No one will listen to him anyway, least of all Derek who’s lying unconscious on the ground.


“So much bullshit.” He presses his jacket against the wound, glares at Derek’s stupid face. Even passed out he looks in pain. “You’re ridiculous, did you know that? You just have to keep sacrificing yourself. I don’t like it.”

“Here!” Scott throws the hunter’s gun towards Stiles and he reaches out for it immediately, taking the bullet and pressing the burnt wolfsbane against Derek’s shoulder – for the second time this month.

“I’m going to lock you up.” Stiles groans, watching as the wound begins to heal itself. “You’re going to be safe. You’re going to be really safe. The safest.” Derek begins to stir just as Scott sends the last hunter away. “Asshole.” Stiles adds for good measure and Derek slowly opens his eyes.

“Wha –”

“You can’t do that anymore.” Stiles points his finger at Derek’s face, heart pounding as he feels himself tear up. Why can’t Derek just stop? He’s going to get himself killed and that’s going to end up killing Stiles too. “I won’t let you.”

He ignores the fear, the shame and his own self-preservation instincts. Derek needs to know that someone cares about him, that someone loves him. Someone wants him to be happy.

“Stiles,” Derek blinks, tries to sit up. Stiles only pushes him down again.

“Stop it.” Stiles says, runs a hand through Derek’s hair. “Stop trying to die.” He sniffs, ignoring Derek’s shocked expression. “You’re not alone anymore. You have people that care about you.” He takes a deep breath and adds. “That love you.” Derek lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and Stiles smiles sadly. He presses a kiss to Derek’s temple and stands up. “Please.” He adds softly.

He shares a meaningful look with Scott before turning to his Jeep and driving away, tears spilling down his face as he goes home.


Stiles has been in love with Derek for five years. Well, at least that’s what he tells himself. It could be seven, eight, maybe. He can’t be sure – too much happened when he was still a teenager for him to pay attention to his feelings.

So the point is – Stiles loves Derek. A lot. Maybe too much to be healthy. Enough to be a pain in his ass. Because there isn’t a thing Stiles wouldn’t do when he gets a text from Derek two days after his embarrassing love confession saying 'help’ and 'at the loft’.

He really didn’t know what to expect, but opening the door to find Derek covered in scratch marks didn’t even make the top ten.

“What?” Stiles blinks. “A kelpie again?”

“A cat.” Derek answers, gesturing to the tiny ball of fluff curled up on the couch.

What.” Stiles repeats, staring at the cat dubiously. “But –”

“I found her in the woods after –” Derek cuts himself, pointedly avoiding Stiles’ eyes. So he remembers, Stiles takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I need to buy some stuff for her and I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. So they are just going to ignore it, apparently. He swallows, tells himself it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t expecting Derek to feel the same, he just wanted him to know. Just needed him to understand. “Okay, I guess.” He walks towards the couch, smiles softly when the black kitten meows at him. “Hi, baby.” He pets her head softly, laughs when she leans into it happily.

“Deaton said she’s two months.” Derek says, suddenly next to him.

Stiles holds back a shiver. “She’s so teeny-tiny.” He forces a smile and looks up at Derek, meaning to reassure him he’ll take care of the kitten, only to frown when he notices a cut on his left cheek. “You’re bleeding.” He reaches out without thinking, wipes the blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yeah.” Derek whispers, eyes never leaving Stiles’.

“Why?” Stiles bites at his bottom lip, heart beating fast.

“Because I felt guilty.” Derek answers. “Because I wanted to say I love you too, but you ran and now…” he reaches out for Stiles’ hand, presses it back against his own cheek.

“Now?” Stiles insists, bringing his other hand to rest on Derek’s chest where he can feel Derek’s heart beating as fast as his. They are so close, breaths mingling, and if Stiles only leaned in –

“Now you’re here. And I can tell you.” Derek smiles softly. “That I will live for you.” Stiles lets out a shuddering breath as he throws his arms over Derek’s shoulders and buries his face against his neck. He never thought he could feel this happy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stiles sniffs, presses a kiss against Derek’s neck, feels the cuts and scratches healing under his hands.

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@ask-therevboys College AU

Inspired by this post.
I hope y’all like it!  I meant to stay true to the comic, but then I added extra dialogue and stuff b/c I’m terrible at following any plan ever.

Alex was so done.

He was exhausted, soaking wet, and he had to be up entirely way too early in the morning.  And yet, he still had so much to do.  

Make flashcards for microeconomics.  Study for torts.  Watch an online lecture.  

He climbed the stairs to his dorm room, trying to ignore the way his hands were starting to shake.  His textbook was soaked, probably ruined.  Which he didn’t have time for.  Or the money.  Or the mental stability.

No time, no time, no time.

By the time Alex pushed his way through the door, the shaking had moved from his hands to his shoulders.  They were started to tremble.  He blamed it on the cold rather than the panic starting to unfurl in his stomach.  

“Hey, Alex!” John was grinning from his desk.  “You’re back late.”

Why was he so happy?  How could he be so happy?  Why was everyone happy and content, and Alex couldn’t seem to stay afloat?  Why was he weak?  Why was he even here?


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Transcript of Joseph’s Cult Ending (DDADDS)

So I’ve been doing a lot of research into this “secret” Joseph ending, because quite honestly I wasn’t happy with not being able to have a satisfying ending with him (I wasn’t cool with him sleeping with me and playing with my feelings only to get back together with his wife after he’d assured me that they were separated, even though I do understand that it was probably the right thing for him to do for his children). Regardless, I wanted to see if there was actually another way this could’ve worked, and – well, let’s just say I was pretty shook at what I found, and the answer to my question is that no there is most certainly not a way this could’ve worked out between us, Joseph, because you’re a fuckin’ psycho. If you’d like to know what happens during the secret ending, read on. There are a lot of spoilers for the game, not just for Joseph’s path but for other characters, too.


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Brother For Sale

I thought I wanted a little brother. When I was a stupid six year old.

Now I’m nine, a lot smarter, and I realized I made a huge mistake.

Tommy is the worst. The absolute worst. I hate him. It wasn’t so bad when he was a baby. He cried a lot but it was super cool to say I was a sister. All my friends thought he was super cute too.

It’s when he stopped being cute and starting being annoying.

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Sterek au: Stiles’ college internship has him working with Deputy!Hale. And they get a little help from Derek’s nephew. 

Happy birthday, obriensnipples! <3<3


Stiles gets to the station late as usual. Deputy Hale is waiting for him, arms crossed over his chest , looking stern and irritated. Stiles groans. Of course it had to be Deputy Stickler-For-The-Rules waiting for him instead of his dad. He could probably convince his dad to pretend he was here on time. Maybe bribe him with some hamburger. Yeah, yeah, he’s a terrible person, he knows this.

“Where’s Dad?” Stiles asks, looking around.

“Busy,” Derek replies. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, traffic and not speeding and being a lawful citizen kind of thing,” Stiles says with a wave of his hand. “Does he want me to wait for him or something?”

“You’re not working with him,” Derek says. He drops his arms and walks over to wall to grab the keys to one of the department SUVS.

“You? I’m doing my internship with you?” Stiles starts to panic. This is bad for so many reasons. Sure, Derek Hale is smoking hot, especially in his too tight uniform pants, but Stiles barely notices that anymore. Mainly because he’s pretty sure Derek is an alien who is going to eat his brain for fun. Derek has that look about him. Plus, the dude is like a robot who hates fun. He’s a robot alien who wants to kill Stiles in his sleep.

Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh as he slips the aviators on his face. “Unfortunately.”

“Hey!” Stiles exclaims, bristling.

“I have better things to do other than babysit the sheriff’s son,” Derek says as Stiles follows him out.

“You’re not babysitting me!” Stiles exclaims. “This is my senior internship. It’s a big deal. I’m serious about this.” It’s the last major thing Stiles has between him and his degree.

“So serious,” Derek mocks. “Serious people are often late.”

“You couldn’t, I don’t know, forget about that on my week one report?”

“Not a chance,” Derek says as he walks around to the driver’s side.

“I’d have been on time if I’d known I’d be working for Deputy Asshole,” Stiles mutters.

“What was that?” Derek asks.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Stiles grumbles as he pulls the seatbelt around him.

“Sixty hours,” Derek says. “Can’t wait.”


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I did it.

Put me on the list, I’m a sinner.

Irina Katsuki-Nikiforov is starting to go grey, and Yuri has no sympathy for her even though she has made a point of pulling the little silver hairs out of her head and waving them in his face.

“I’M DYING,” she screeches, always Viktor’s daughter even though she could be a Katsudon-clone.

“We’re all dying,” Otabek says into his teacup, and squints harder at the squirrel in the tree outside the window. Otabek and that squirrel have been engaged in a battle of wills for so long that it might now be Otabek and that squirrel’s grandson. “Some of us at a faster rate than others.”

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Playful Fate

Word count: 2.222

Requsted: Yes

Warnings: None

Five hours. You were waiting for five hours for your code to be delivered that you were growing desperate. Your best friend called you some time ago, notifying you that she had received her code for Harry’s tickets and you could hear her relief along with her overall excitement. She asked you if you had received yours yet but your negative answer had her knotting her eyebrows and telling you not to worry.

You weren’t worried. You were just disappointed. When Harry had announced his tour dates and countries you and your friend wanted nothing more than for him to come and perform in your country. And when you two saw that your country was included, you started jumping up and down playing his album. It was a dream coming true. So your friend suggested if you wanted to get tickets, you should be quick to apply for a code.

The thing was that your friend had already her code whereas you were still on edge. Suddenly, you started thinking that you hadn’t made it and that you wouldn’t be seeing Harry in front of you, singing your favourite songs. Or else, why would it take so long? Could the system be stuck? Was your application invalid? So many thoughts, but your inbox was still empty.

“Maybe it is not meant for me to experience this”, you said to yourself and started blinking away a few tears. It was a shame really because the tickets were affordable for once and the concert would take place in your own country. It was a bargain. Yet, you wouldn’t be any part of this from what it seemed.

And you were proven correct. One week had passed and your code was nowhere to be seen. You had cried, as silly as it may sound, but that was how you felt. Y/F/N was devastated herself when you told her that you still didn’t have the code and she too knew that all the encouraging words in the world wouldn’t change anything. You still wished for her to have an awesome time and she promised to be back with as many videos and photos as she could gather.

Days were the same for you after that incident. School, your part time job and visits to Y/F/N’s. When you were waiting for your tickets you had marked down the concert’s date but when you had realized you wouldn’t be participating, you had given your calendar to your friend. In conjunction with this, your busy schedule nowadays didn’t allow to you to think about anything else. So when you were passing outside the local stadium you were a bit taken aback seeing all those people cleaning the place and arranging the stage.

“What have I missed?”, you said to yourself and decided to call Y/F/N and ask her what on earth was going on.

“Y/N, I can’t believe you could forget. In two days….Harry will perform there”, she said pausing a bit and realization hit you. Right. The concert you wouldn’t be attending was in two days. You didn’t cry. But the taste your friends’ words left afterwards was…Bitter.

“Oh”, was all you could muster up but you gained your senses almost immediately. Your friend was going to be there and you didn’t want to make her feel sympathetic or sad just because you were feeling this way. This was what she was dreaming about too.

“Well, make sure you have the time of your life!”, you tried to sound enthusiastic but you were positive you sounded nothing like that.

“Y/N, I appreciate your trying but it is not necessary with me. I know you. And you knowing me, you should know that if I was in your shoes, I would be ten times worse”, even her statement couldn’t make you feel better.

“Still. Just because I am bitter about it, that doesn’t mean you have to lose your excitement. Even though it is impossible. Anyways. I am running late for work. Catch up later yeah?”, you said not intending to sound so harsh but failing miserably.

Putting your earphones on, you headed to the shop you were working to; a small patisserie shop which was well known for its profiteroles. Your small journey was accompanied by Harry’s melodic voice singing Sign of the Times. You were trying to hold back a few stray tears but the tune of the song did not help at all. You really tried to understand why life didn’t want you to meet your idol, but everything happens for a reason right? That’s what you told yourself anyway. Entering the shop, the smell of freshly baked cupcakes put your thoughts at bay and maybe, that was the first time you appreciated this shop.

“Always early darling”, Leslie, the owner of the shop, a sixty year old lady, greeted you.

“Well, you know me Leslie. I want to be punctual”, you said and half smiled. Leslie insisted on you calling her by her first name, because any other name made her feel way older. You didn’t have any problem with this, because when addressing her like this, you felt like she was a friend of yours. And in reality, she was. When your shift would be over, she would turn the sign that read “OPEN” around, and she would prepare a cup of hot tea and some cupcakes for you to chat upon. She made you feel better about anything. You had even told her how unlucky you were and you hadn’t gotten tickets for Harry. Surprisingly enough, she had experienced the exact same thing when she was a teenager. When you had found out, your eyes bulged out of their pockets. You could picture Leslie with youngster clothes, waiting to be in a stadium to sing at the top of her lungs and dance around to her idol’s music. But life always has other plans. She encouraged you that it is not the end of the world and that you would get the chance to see him in person one way or another. Your heart and mind seemed to understand her point, so when you entered the shop, her words would come in mind and you would be calmer.

But today, fate seemed like it enjoyed seeing you feeling blue. After some hours of serving customers and writing down orders, the local radio station decided to praise Harry by playing his two songs. The one after the other.

“Why me?”, you cried out and you gulped down a glass of water to calm your nerves.

“Are yeh closed?”, a male voice spoke behind you. Just on cue, Two Ghosts started blasting through the small speakers the shop owned and you tried your best not to lose it.

“No sir, we are open. Tell m-“, you stopped mid-sentence and blinked harshly.

“Seems like your station likes meh songs”, Harry smirked, standing in front of you in all his glory.

“Well-, yeah-, wow”, you said at last, looking between the speakers and Harry. It was a funny sight if you came to think about it. A few days earlier, you were crying your eyes out that you wouldn’t watch Harry enjoying himself onstage but now here he was ready to order. In your shop.

“Oh your order. Pardon me. You were saying?”, you returned to your professional self and waited for his order.

“Well, I would like two of your best cupcakes and a cup of tea”, he smiled and waited patiently.

“Okay. Take away or table?”, you answered and he looked up at you.

“Table please. Oh and one more thin’”, Harry paused and you waited for his next words.

“Yes?”, you said jotting down his order.

“I think your country is very beautiful. Glad it will host meh gig”, he said and smiled without comprehending what he had just said. When he saw your facial expression clouding, he felt confused.

“Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?”, he asked all worried and it was your turn to explain.

“No, no. But something messed up and I am afraid I will miss your concert unfortunately”.

“Is that so?” he smirked and you nodded.

“Anyway, you are not here to hear about my personal misfortunes. Your order will be right up”, you said and proceeded to your work.

“I will be more than happy to help yeh actually. Could yeh come to meh table fo’ a minute?”, he suggested.

“I am afraid I will be unable to”, you said gesturing to your apron.

“I will be waitin’ then”, Harry said and walked to an empty table. Who would have told you that Harry Styles would come to the shop which helped you pay your rent and on top of that, wait for your shift to be over. You were fangirling like there was no tomorrow. And while you were heating up the kettle, you realized something; you weren’t so irritated that you wouldn’t be at the concert anymore. Yes, a small part of you still wanted to hear the duck noises in Woman live but as your eyes would dart to Harry, you came to the point that just talking with him was what you really desired. And maybe in some hours this would be real.

“That young man seems to be impatient.”, Leslies’s voice startled you.

“Well, he is waiting for me to be finished with work so we can chat most probably”, you said preparing the tray with his tea and cupcakes.

“But that won’t be for three more hours! Leave the tray and sit with him. I will tell Josh to take over love”, Leslie offered and you squeaked.

“But Leslie, you are paying me to serve people not chat with them”, you retorted.

“You deserve a break. Now go to him”, she said and you thanked her before going to Harry’s table.

“Here you go. Our finest cupcakes along with your tea”, you said leaving each item on the table.

“And the kindest waitress”, he continued making you smile.

“Why, thank you”, you said and he ushered you to sit with him.

“So… As fo’ meh concert yeh can’t come to… Yeh know, I might have a spare ticket that no one will use eventually”, he said while sipping his tea and you stared at him bewildered. Just with one word, your dream would come true and you would enjoy yourself with Y/F/N jamming along to his new album. But you couldn’t accept. Not only would it feel wrong, but you didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness and prosperity.

“You know, some days ago, me and my friend applied to your site in order to get a code for tickets. My friend was the lucky one and got hers whereas I didn’t. I was devastated. And now here comes your kind offer. But I am afraid I will say no”, you said and he almost choked on his cupcake.

“But yeh seem like yeh want to come. I don’t understand”, he truthfully said. He started to feel confused with you; any other fan seeing him and being offered tickets by him would scream in his face and even cry. But that is what he appreciated too; your calmness around him. Even though you were screaming internally.

“You see, it seems to me that these few minutes we are conversing together, are worthy much more than a concert. Not wanting to disrespect your talent, but I hope I got my message across the right way”, you said, hoping you didn’t make a wrong choice of words.

“Yeh are somethin’ else really. I appreciate your company and you make meh feel less anxious when around a fan. And I don’t even know your name”, he concluded chuckling.

“It’s Y/N and I am so glad I make you feel this way”, you said chuckling as well. You knew how disrespectful his fans could be sometimes and how hectic it may seem to him. So why go with the flow when someone can treat him with the kindness he deserved?

“Y/N, yeh have a special place in meh heart from now on.”, he said and you swelled at his words.

“But I am afraid I have to go now. Have to practice. See yeh later yeah?”, he said and you got up to hug him. You were a bit baffled because you would never see him again and you didn’t exactly know how you could see each other later but you decided to push those thoughts aside and cherish the fact that you were hugging your idol. Maybe when you returned home you would let all your excitement out.

But fate knew better. Since that day, and when Harry would still be in the town, he would pay a visit to the shop. Sometimes only to see you. You had exchanged numbers too, careful not to be exposed of course, and your friend was happy that things turned out even better for you. Every once in a while, your fangirl mode would be switched on and Harry would be all playful about it but you didn’t mind. You also didn’t mind that you didn’t go to that concert but who needed a concert when Harry Styles would turn up at their work almost on a daily basis or call them up to chat?

Thank you so much for this request girl! I truly hope you people enjoyed it and don’t hesitate requesting things! I am more than glad to answer to you lovelies! Happy reading!

anonymous asked:

hey! i love ur writing, and do you think you could do a porn star au? i'll love you forever!

can you please write one where they do the do in a public place?

ahhhhh thank u sm!! 

Eleven hours. London to LAX. Dan is traveling to L.A. on a business trip, and as it happens, Phil is doing the same.

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Warnings: mentions of the car accident, hospitals? angst then fluff??

Words: 2041

Prompt: none


You were alive.

The accident was not the only scar on your body that would never heal. But slowly, with nurturing and care, it could possibly wash away. The ambulance quickly arrived at the hospital, both you and Tom were wheeled away into different surgery rooms. When he came to in a hospital gown and white bandage wrapped around his head his heart leapt. Where were you? His mind lingered to the moments he last saw you but it was a blur of flashing lights, tears and blood. His heart ached, bile rose in his throat seeing you on the snow once again.  

But you were alive. You made it.

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White Knight // Stiles

Summary: The reader has an encounter with someone that made you scared, anxious and dirty since the day you first saw him. You’re haunted by the memories and the guilt of not telling Stiles but what happens when in daylight that man comes back? With the discovery of the event by Stiles and Scott how will the situation go?

Characters: Stiles x Reader, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall

Words: 1958

Disclaimer: We do not own Teen Wolf or the characters that appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mention of rape (not detailed), angry Sheriff, angst, and fluff

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Requested: Yes by anon.

Tagging: At the end. Ask to be added or removed from any lists.

A/N: We both decided we weren’t able to do this request justice alone due to the graphic content of rape. We both agree to write it together and make is so the rape was in the past and not detailed at all. PLEASE REQUEST FOR FICS

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*Four Years Ago*

The night was colder than usual for the end of summer time. It was the last night before Freshmen year started and you were terrified. It was the first year of high school and you were walking from one of your friends houses, it was Beacon Hills. The crime rate was low so you were trusted to walk the short distance home.

You stopped looking back feeling the hairs on your skin stand up. You shook it off before continuing the distance home. You were humming trying to keep your mind occupied when you felt that eerie feeling again. You turned seeing a shadow moving but you once more brushed it off.

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Found a whole goddamn notebook in the dumpster this time

no idea whose handwriting this is or why they’d write it or who it’s supposed to be about but it’s fun isn’t it? happy ficlet fantasy friday!

Drifting up from a warm, dozy sleep, she feels the bed shifting under her, and the weight of an arm draped across her. She smiles, keeping her eyes closed, snuggling against him. He keeps moving, though, instead of settling in, and she mumbles, “What’re you doin?”

He’s propped himself up on one elbow behind her, the arm over her doing something complicated.

“Taking a bed selfie.”

“Huh?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes. What the fuck time is it, anyway?

“A bed selfie.” 

Like that explains it.

One eye, then the other, slides reluctantly open, and she can make out his iPhone a few inches away in the dimness. They’re both in the frame, grainy and low-res; her hair is spilled out over the pillow, her bare shoulder exposed, his muscled arm disappearing into the corner where his hand is holding the phone. His thumb touches the button.

“It’s gonna be a week till we see each other again — I need a souvenir for when I get lonely,” he says.

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‘Why aren’t you dead yet?’ / Ethan Dolan

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Obviously language

Word Count: 2,798

Summary: The reader and Ethan are at an all time low with their relationship, constantly fighting, their relationship going nowhere. The reader has constant flashbacks of their happier memories, which always ends in a new argument but this time she’s had enough. 

Ethan Dolan x Reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this because I went to the extremes with this imagine. xx Also, the anon requested this song to kind of relate to Dead by Madison Beer so give that song a listen. xx


I threw my head back against the couch, running my fingers through my hair. I looked around the small apartment, rolling my eyes at the amount of beer bottles on the table. I blinked away the tears that almost fell for probably the fiftieth time tonight, but I was slowly not caring anymore. I pushed myself up off the couch, slowly walking back towards my bedroom, my head hanging lower than ever. 

I leaned against the doorway peering at the sleeping figure in the bed. 

“I promise I’ll never drink, baby.” Ethan left a kiss on my forehead making me smile.

“Please don’t, it’s a terrible habit to break.” I murmured thinking back at my past memories.

“I promise.”

I wiped away the tears that had fallen down my face. I walked towards Ethan picking up the few bottles by the bed. Tears started dropping on the floor making my vision blurry. I turned around and walked away, my body shaking from the sobs leaving my mouth. 

“Quit Ethan!” I screamed, trying to pry his fingers off my side.

“No! You’re so adorable when you’re being tickled!” 

I threw my head back in laughter, soon feeling Ethan kissing up my neck, placing his plump lips onto mine, making me smile. 

“I love you.” He murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I love you.”

I tossed the bottles into the trash can, going back into the living room to collect the rest of the empty bottles. 

“I love you, y/n, I really do.” My eyes widened, my mouth slowly dropping.

“A-Are you serious?” I stammered.

“Of course. You’re the one for me, I know this for a fact.”

Ethan twirled the spaghetti onto his fork, shoving it into his mouth. We were on a date for our 1 year anniversary. I smiled as the boy continued to shove spaghetti into his mouth, not having one single worry in the world.

“I love you.” I whispered, earning a smile from him. 

I leaned against the counter, my breathing getting out of control. I put my hand up to my mouth, muffling my sobs. I can’t believe our one year date was two years ago and now we’re here, arguing every night. I wiped my eyes, throwing the rest of the beer bottles away. 

I walked back down the hallway heading back to the bedroom, dreading to see him. I peered in the doorway, Ethan was laying on his back with his phone in his hand. I rolled my eyes, walking past him to the bathroom.

“Where have you been?” I questioned grabbing his dirty clothes off of the ground.

“None of your fucking business, y/n.” 

I just nodded my head not even wanting to argue with him, it was pointless. 

“You obviously came to my place for a reason. You’re normally out doing stuff with Grayson.” I leaned against the wall crossing my arms.

He threw his phone down on the bed, sitting himself up slowly. 

“It’s none of your business on what I do with Grayson. God you’re so fucking annoying.”

I shook my head and exited the room. Ethan always comes by when he’s lonely. He always packs beer in his car and brings it in when I give him what he only wants, sex. 

There was a knock on my door bringing a smile to my face. I walked to the door, peeking through the peephole, automatically opening the door. Ethan was standing there with a dozen roses and chocolate in his hand. 

“I knew you was having a bad day so I decided to get you this.” 

“Why thank you.” I took the flowers and put them in a vase, inviting Ethan into the living room. 

“How was your day?” I asked popping a chocolate into my mouth. 

“It was pretty amazing. Grayson and I were able to have a little meet and greet with some fans down in Los Angeles.”

Ethan talked about his meet and greet for another thirty minutes but I didn’t care, it made me happy when he talked about his fans. Him and Grayson worked hard to get where they’re at. 

I rubbed my forehead and looked at the clock; 5 o’clock in the morning. I let out a big sigh, staring out the window. I heard Ethan stomping through the house, probably trying to keep his balance. Another tear slid down my face making me shake my head. I hated being weak but that was my only choice anymore. I was so tired of trying with Ethan but I loved him too much to let him go. 

“I’m going to head back home before Grayson wakes up.” I looked over an saw Ethan leaning against the island. 

“Ok.” I whispered rubbing my face.

I heard him sigh, “I love you, y/n, I really do.” 

All I could do was nod my head, I couldn’t say it back even though my heart was telling me to say it back but it was also slowly breaking. Ethan grabbed his keys and left slamming the door, but I couldn’t even flinch. I watched as he opened his car door, his eyes locking with mine through the window. I shook my head, walking away from the window. 

I sat beside Ethan in his editing room at the warehouse. He always felt more comfortable and less stressed when I was there. I always rubbed his back and massage his scalp, feeling like my work paid off when I saw goosebumps rise on his skin. 

“I love you, baby.” He mumbled, his eyes still fixed onto the screen. 

“I love you.” I whispered leaving a kiss on his shoulder. 

I twirled a strand of his hair between my fingers, watching him replay the same scene over and over. He was editing their extreme laughing challenge, he told me the whole video was amazing but I couldn’t pay attention so I could watch it Tuesday. 

I let out a big sigh, falling back onto the couch. I miss him so much. I miss his laugh, I miss hearing that beautiful sound every time we watched a funny movie, or even when Grayson did completely stupid, or a fan made a funny edit of the twins, but now, I hardly hear it, only when I watch their new videos on Tuesday.

I turned on my tv, trying to drain out the silence echoing out through my apartment. I checked my phone, I had  a text from Ethan but I truly didn’t feel like answering it but I know I had to.

Baby, please get some rest. Idk if i’ll come by tonight. I’ll text you if I do. Love you. xx

I tossed my phone back onto the couch, laying down on the couch, pulling a blanket on top of me. I cried out, not caring this time. I want Ethan back, I want him back so much and I know I won’t. 

I felt my phone buzz against my leg making me groan. 

“Hello.” I mumbled.

“Hey y/n! How’re you feeling?” My friend yelled through the phone.

“Dude, what’re you doing up so early?” I groaned. 

“It’s nine in the morning.” I glanced at my phone, I guess I was too deep into my thoughts. 

“Oh, um yeah, I’m feeling okay I guess.” 

“Do you want to go get breakfast and talk about it?” 

I sighed, “Sure.”

“I’ll be there in 10!” She hung up. 

I threw the blanket off of me and trudged to my room, stripping from my clothes. I threw on a pair of ripped skinnies and a plain t-shirt. I quickly looked at my hair, scrunching my nose up at the mess. I rummaged through the pile of beanies that Ethan left at my house, choosing a plain black one, sighing at the smell of his cologne. I slipped on my high top vans, rolling the bottom of my jeans. I walked into the bathroom and quickly applied makeup.

Here! xx

I checked myself once more before heading out the door. I don’t ever want to go out anymore, I feel like a heavy burden is on my shoulders. This whole Ethan thing has been happening for a couple of months but it constantly gets worse. 

I opened the passenger door sliding into the seat, automatically getting engulfed in a hug. 

“I’ve missed you.” I mumbled into her shoulder. 

“I’ve missed you.” She rubbed my back which was the most comforting thing I’ve had in awhile.

“Baby, coffee and pancakes doesn’t sound good together. Why don’t you get milk or oj?” I laughed as Ethan was shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. 

“Coffee has been my best friend since middle school.” I took a sip of my coffee, taking a bite of my pancake. 

Every Friday morning, Ethan and I would go on breakfast dates, getting the same thing every time but Ethan always got new toppings or flavor of pancake each time. This time it was chocolate chip pancakes with chopped up strawberries and bananas as the topping. 

I looked out the window, watching the views go by and my friend telling me all her work gossip. I knew once we got to the little diner that the whole time she will want me to talk about Ethan. 

She parked outside the diner, the same diner Ethan and I use to come to. I blinked back the tears and got out, getting another hug. I kept my head down as y/f/n asked for our table. The hostess took us outside under a cute umbrella. I ordered my usual drink and y/f/n ordered oj which made me think of Ethan. 

“So how is everything going with Ethan?” I let out a sigh.

“The usual.” 

Before she could answer, our waitress came out with our drinks, the same waitress every Friday morning. 

“Oh hey, y/n! How’re you doing?” She was an older lady, probably in her sixties. 

“I’m fine.” Hardly. “How’re you?”

“I’ve been very well. Where’s Ethan?” 

“He’s with his brother.”

“I haven’t seen you two here lately, hope the tradition continues. I miss you too.”


She walked away leaving me there with tears in my eyes. 

“Do you think he’s willing to work it out?” 

I shook my head no. I know he was tired of me, I could literally feel his hatred towards me. 

“Y/n, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me about it.” She grabbed my hand, rubbing the back with her thumb.

“There’s nothing to talk about, y/f/n. He just doesn’t care anymore.” 

The waitress came out with our food. Y/f/n kept trying to talk but all I wanted was to leave. I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it but I felt like I wanted to scream every single problem it was causing me. 

We finished our food and left a nice tip because I genuinely loved that lady. Y/f/n didn’t speak to me on the way home, but I don’t blame her either. She dropped me off, giving me a quick hug and telling me she loved me but I felt like no one loved me. 

I walked back to my bedroom, tossing my shoes into the closet, stripping out of my clothes. I started the shower and stepped in, the warm water sending goosebumps all over my body. 

“Baby, we should take a shower together.” Ethan mumbled, tracing his fingers across my back.

“Really?” I laughed, earning a low chuckle from him.

“I’m being serious.” 

I felt the bed shift then Ethan’s arms were wrapped around my stomach, removing me off the bed. He sat be down in the bathroom and ordered me to strip. I removed my clothes and fixed the water just right, turning around smiling at the view in front of me. 

Ethan gave my ass a quick squeeze before getting in the shower. I rolled my eyes and followed him in, automatically drooling over his body dripping wet. Ethan pulled my body into his, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

“Let me wash your hair.” He yelled.

“Sure.” I turned around and felt him grab my ass once again. “Quit it!” I yelled slapping his stomach.

“Can’t help it.”

Ethan ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. It felt wonderful until he got fucking soap in my eye.

“Oh my god, Ethan! You got shampoo in my eye!” I shoved him out of the way and put my eye under the shower. 

“Baby I didn’t mean too! I’m so sorry!”

I laughed, rubbing my face with one of our washcloths. 

“It’s fine, just let me finish.”

I laughed, running my hand up and down my arm. 


“In here!” I yelled back, my heart already dropping.

“I’ll be in the living room.” 

“Obviously.” I mumbled washing the conditioner out of my hair. 

I washed my body, finally feeling relaxed. I ran my face under the water once again before turning off the water. I stepped, wrapping my body in a towel, walking out into my room. I dried my body off and put on clothes, towel drying my hair right after. 

I looked at myself in the mirror; bags under my eyes, my eyes were paler than ever and so was my skin. I even looked skinnier than normal. 

I opened the door and walked into the living room, Ethan was sitting there with a beer in his hand.

“Why’re you drinking so early?” I mumbled.

“It’s fucking seven in the afternoon.” He grumbled taking a swig.

I looked at the clock and sure enough it was. I walked over and sat down beside him. I glanced down at his hands, wishing they were laced with mine. 

“I wasn’t going to come over but I missed you.” He mumbled looking over at me.

“You don’t miss me.” I mumbled shaking my head.

“What do you mean?” 

I just shook my head and got off the couch heading towards the kitchen.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!” 

Ethan pulled my wrist, turning me around, coming face to face with him. 

“What’s your fucking problem?!” I yelled jerking my hand away.

“You can’t tell me how I feel! You never ask anyways!”

“Oh, I never ask?! All I do is sit at home and wait for you to text me about your fucking day but you come to my house and trash it with your fucking beer bottles!”

Ethan’s jaws clenched, his knuckles getting whiter the more tighter he gripped onto the bottle.

“That’s not true.” He growled.

“Yes it is! The only reason you even come here is because Grayson doesn’t like you drinking! You don’t fucking care for me anymore!” I was choking on my sobs but somehow I got that out. 

“That’s not fucking true!” Ethan slung the bottle smashing it against the wall. 

“Get the fuck out of my house!” I screamed pushing him.

“No, y/n! I can’t live without you! I don’t just come here because I can drink! I still fucking love you even after all our rough times! You’re still my girl!” Ethan stepped closer but I quickly pushed him back, trying to blink away the tears. 

“You say you can’t live without me but how’re you still breathing? Why aren’t you dead yet? You gave up on me four months ago Ethan! Four months ago! I’ve been getting no sleep hoping one day you would apologize but four months is too long. Please, please get out of my house.” I looked down, the smashed beer bottle becoming more interesting than the drunk in front of me. 

“No y/n! We’re going to talk about this!” 

“What is there to talk about Ethan? You only come here when you’re lonely. You haven’t even been completely sober around me in months and I’ve missed the old Ethan. The Ethan before he started drinking, the Ethan who loved me unconditionally and actually took the time to make sure I was alright but now it’s me, making sure you’re not dead from drinking too much fucking alcohol! I’m so tired of taking care of you and having this heavy burden on my shoulders thinking you’re busy being with another girl and i’m at home waiting for maybe a sober call. Just get the hell out of my life, Ethan!”

I looked up, making eye contact with him. 

“You don’t mean any of that.” He whispered.

“I do.” Tears were falling down both our faces.

“Do you not even wanna work it out?” 

“What is there to work out Ethan? I’ve tried for four months. I’m completely drained, I can’t fight no more.” 

Ethan rubbed his face, muttering cuss words. He started pacing back an forth, which was something he did when he was upset. 

“Please y/n please! I can’t live without you!” He grabbed my face, smashing his lips against mine but I had no power to kiss back. “No, no, no, please y/n!” His tears were dropping onto my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Ethan.” I pushed his hands off my face. 

He backed up, grabbing his car keys from the table and left without saying goodbye. 


bodyguard au: part 3 [part 2] [part 1]

“I have a theory.”

She lifted her eyes from the floor, but her head stayed tilted down. Still, he saw it, and he smiled. 

“A theory,” she replied blandly, but there was a hint of amusement. That was all he had needed. 

“You’re not human.”

She snorted.

“I’ve yet to see you lose a fight. It does explain the lack of sleep,” he continued, and there was a flicker to her smirk, something pained there.

“Academy does that to you,” she said simply, a lead curtain shielding her from his line of inquiry. He leaned back in his desk. 

“What else does it do?”

She straightened her back. “I’ll leave you to your theories.”

He licked his thumb before turning his page. 

“They are more fun.”

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nicaforov  asked:

Lily! I love you and how I have so much more love for seals now because of you ♡ For the birthday prompt, since I adore your Princess Diaries AU... You can choose which of these you'd prefer to write! 1) what happens after Viktor wakes up in the hospital following the gunman incident, 2) the moment when Yuuri realizes he's in love with the king, 3) or any fluffy moment between them. Thank you again! I'm so grateful adkisadlsadjks.

NICA 😍😍😍 I LOVE YOU and i love your beautiful intricate wonderful edits and your adoration for everything viktor nikiforov and -clenches fist- how organised and wonderful and friendly you are 💖💖💖 so here you go, numbeeeeer twoooooo happy belated bday my dear

Yuuri Katsuki has loved the King for a very long time. Or so he says. 

He can tell you the exact moment when his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Crown Prince making his first official public speech at sixteen, long flowing silver hair smartly tied in a ponytail and bright blue eyes shining as he made his speech about saving the environment and cut the ribbon to a new wind farm out in the countryside of Petersburg. From that moment on, he’d collected all sorts of news clippings and photographs of the young prince, piling up books upon books about the House of Nikiforov in his tiny little bedroom. Pictures of his christening, pictures of his first public appearance at three, pictures of him at his father’s funeral at seven. 

Yuuri had been too young to remember the assassination of King Ilya IV, but the night after he read about it, he swore to the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling of his bedroom that he would grow up to protect the Crown Prince. To finally have the chance to stand beside him. And with that in mind, he’d begun to prepare. To train. 

Yuuri Katsuki knows three hundred ways to kill a man. A hundred and fifty six of them with his bare hands. He’s been trained in every possible weapon and martial arts system known to humans. He knows two hundred and eighty-four ways to dispose a dead body. And, of course, he has diplomatic immunity in sixty-three countries. Including Puerto Rico. 

But none of that ever prepared him for the flash of the King’s smile and the smoothness of his voice as he welcomes Yuuri as his new chief of security. None of that ever prepared him for the sparkle in the King’s eyes when he laughs, or the way his nose twitches a little when Yuuri makes a move in chess he doesn’t like, or the way the snowflakes entangle in his now-short silvery hair like little stars when they’re skating together on the canals behind the Winter Palace. 

“Yuuri, lift me!” chirps the King, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his mittened hands clapping together like a child on Christmas morning. Yuuri obliges, delighting in the way the King laughs, breath fleeing him in peals of bell-like mirth. His heart races even long after he’s set the King back down, and the man is dangling over his shoulder asking for more. 

So he obliges again, and then spins him in a dance right after, and it is worth everything in the world – every sacrifice he had to make to get to where he is now – just to watch the wonder spread all over the King’s face like ice crystals on water. 

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the parent trap pt9 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (9/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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Kevin shook his head at (Y/N)’s drunken state and tried to hold her up and guide her towards the elevators. He was thankful that she had arrived at the hotel late at night and therefore making it easier for her to blend with the crowd. Amelia watched on as Kevin scolded her mother for being so reckless and idiotic. Her uncle trailing behind her pulling everyone’s luggage with him.

“Jones, you are ridiculous. How much did you have to drink?” Kevin asked, trying to contain his laughter. He could remember the last time he had seen her drunk. It was when they were fifteen and Oliver Mantle threw a party, inviting the four of them over.

“Enough for me to not remember ever seeing him again.” she slurred.

Amelia looked up at her mother, giving her a small smile. She couldn’t possibly imagine how she was feeling. After all it had been ten years and a lot of things had happened.

Archie patted his daughter as he passed her. Greeting her with a good morning before following his rushing fiancée. He greeted her once again, pausing for a second wondering how she had gotten to the place before he had. Shrugging it off, he smiled at her before following Miranda again.

(Y/N) walked into the Lodge’s place, make up smudged from her crying. Instantly Hermione and Veronica sprinted over to the girl who held onto her two daughters as tightly as she could. Fearing that if she let go they would slip away. Hermione took both girls in to her own arms whilst Veronica held (Y/N) in her arms, letting the girl sob.

“I can’t imagine how tired you are of arguing.” Veronica said, pushing her crying friend’s hair out of her face “How about you and the twins stay here tonight? We have a girls night and then tomorrow I’ll talk to Archie and put him in his place?”

“I’ll tell you this now girls, my mom told it to me when I was your age. One day, whether you’re fourteen or sixty-five, you’ll meet someone who’ll start a fire in your heart that will never be able to die. However, the saddest and most awful truth you will ever come to find is that person is not always the one we spend the rest of our lives with. I’ve never forgotten it and I hope you girls never forget it too.”

It was mid afternoon before (Y/N) had managed to remove herself from her bed, her head pounding from the amount of alcohol she consumed the previous night. Aria had switched back with her sister, due to the fact the duo had missed their respective parents. She sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for her mum to get up and greet the day. Amelia had told her of the events that occurred the night before when the duo discreetly went to breakfast together, hidden away by their uncles.

“Morning, mum, how are you?” she asked, looking over at her freshly showered mother, who grinned at her as if the sun wasn’t completely blinding her.

“Aria or Amelia?” she asked, raising her eyebrow, trying to scan the girl’s face that was sat before her. “No, wait let me guess, Aria?”

“You got it right!” she grinned at her mother, standing up and jumping into her mother’s embrace. “I’ve missed you so much, mum!”

Amelia sat by the pool, next to her father, who seemed to be deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed and his brown eyes seemed to gaze off into the distance. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he managed to mute out Miranda’s rambling. She went on and on about how she hadn’t found a dress yet and whether Archie was willing to spend a lot and get her a dress made specially.

Betty and Veronica watched the red haired man from the opposite side of the pool, like the twins, the duo tried to make themselves discreet, not wanting them to be seen by their neighbour, who, by the looks of it, was not up for anything his bitchy fiancée was ranting on about. “Do you think he’s spotted us or Kevin yet?” Betty frowned, her eyebrows furrowing “He doesn’t look very happy.”

“Bet, he’s probably, no, hopefully, thinking about how he should just call the wedding off. Once he sees (Y/N), he’ll be blown away and have to cancel the wedding.”

Miranda scoffed as Archie, yet again, ignored her. “I’m going to the bar.”

She pushed herself up, nudging Amelia as she did so, making the young girl fall off the seat. She walked with a bounce in her stride, making both Betty and Veronica cringe.

“Is it illegal to side tackle her into the pool?” Jughead took the girls by surprise as he joined them by the poolside.

“It’s illegal to side tackle anyone, Juggy.” Betty spoke, trying to contain her laughter. “But you can try it if you want.”

(Y/N) sat at the bar, staring down at her drink feeling nauseated at the smell of the vodka. Though the smell of alcohol left her feeling nauseous, however she couldn’t help but feel comforted at her surroundings, knowing that it was the last place anyone would find her. After all, before last night, she hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol since Ollie Mantle’s house party.

“Excuse me, Sam, please can I have a coke instead?” (Y/N) smiled at the man behind the bar, who simply nodded and did as she had asked.

“Bartender, I’ll have a martini, thanks.” a voice broke the silence. It was three in the afternoon and she wasn’t expecting a lot of people at the bar at that time of day.

“Wallowing in self pity?” Miranda asked (Y/N) with disgust, neither women knowing about the other. “Your depressing vibe is ruining my mood, could you move out of the bar and into your own room?”

“Wouldn’t you be if you were about to see your ex-boyfriend after ten years?” (Y/N) retorted, already taking a disliking to the girl a few stools away from her. “I’ll have the bill, thank you Sam.”

Miranda watched the woman through the corner of her eyes, judging how she moved with elegance and grace. Instantly disliking her for being too pretentious. Miranda pondered about the woman. Her accent was fake, her hair was too shiny for normality. She didn’t know whether she disliked her for being too perfect or for the fact that she was day drinking. Miranda watched as the woman picked up the pen and signed her name in one unbroken motion.

“Wait a second.” Miranda burst out as (Y/N) attempted to gather her things together “You’re (Y/N) Jones, as in the (Y/N) Jones?”

“The one and only.”

“I’m such a huge fan, I saw one of your dresses in the June edition of Vogue. The lace pattern was breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Thank you?” (Y/N) was confused and it was clear, first this woman was basically insulting her, now she was her number one fan and she, quite frankly, couldn’t believe it.

“I’m actually getting married in a couple of months, maybe you could design my dress. It would be such an honour to wear something designed by you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, giving the younger woman a smile before walking off to find her daughters. She rushed up to her room quickly and changed out of her jeans and tee into something more tropical and suitable for the warm San Francisco sun. Throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail, the woman entered the lift only to find Archie Andrews already inside. Her mouth fell open as her eyes caught his. He hadn’t recognised her due to the fact her most of her face was hidden behind her glasses. (Y/N) stood as still as she could, afraid that he would be able to recognise her if she moved. Although she knew he was expecting her, she was unsure whether she was ready to be civil with him.

The elevator music stopped suddenly and the moving motion stopped, causing (Y/N) to let out a groan. Only this would happen to her.

“What are you doing here?” Archie asked, his tone of voice angry, almost as if he wasn’t expecting to see her.

“I’m here to bring Aria back home.” she retorted “Instead of moaning, press the stupid emergency button and get us out of here. I’m not here to argue.”

“Well, I am.”

“Archie Andrews, stop being so bloody childish. We’re not sixteen anymore.”

dear - bonnie/damon -1/1

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“Your hair is so soft…” 

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “And you are so drunk.” 

“Tipsy,” he corrected.

Shaking her head, a fond smile upturning her lips, she watched as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. It was longer than it’d been the last time she saw him. After spending two years abroad, she’d returned to the States feeling stronger, happier, and more confident in herself. She also returned to find out Damon and Elena had broken up. Elena had moved to Boston for medical school while Damon remained behind, playing surly uncle to Caroline’s daughters. 

With a gentle sigh, she rubbed her fingers over his forehead and back through his hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d put his head in her lap, but it was strangely comfortable. In the time she’d been away, she and Damon talked often. Days would pass where all they would do was text back and forth, about anything and everything, and then suddenly, she’d call or he would and they’d spend hours on the phone. Talking about life as a human now, about where she’d been or where she should visit next. In a way, it felt like he was on that journey with her, so entwined with her life as he was. Which was why she was surprised to hear that he and Elena had broken up more than a month ago. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He sighed, long and loud. “About what?” 

She cocked her head. “Seriously?” 

“What’s there to say?” 

“I don’t know… The love of your life packed up and left. I thought you’d have a few things to say, or ask. Like, ‘how do I get her back, Bonnie?’” 

Continuing to stroke his fingers through the tails of her hair, he shook his head. “It was a long time coming.” 

“Since when?” Her brow furrowed. “You never mentioned anything.” 

“No? I didn’t slip how unhappy we were getting into one of our four-hour-long conversations?” 

“I think I would’ve remembered…” 

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anonymous asked:

Hi do you know of any fics where either Keith or Lance are trans boys?

Hey there Anon!

These fics are in the collection, and ones that I have read myself:


In English, Please - Anonymous

Word Count: 4, 943

Summary: Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it’s in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very…very wrong.


We’re Still Good - Qpenguin98

Word Count: 1, 913

Summary: He can feel Lance’s heartbeat, warm through the leather of his gloves.

It’s very quiet, for once Lance has nothing to say.

Below the cut are 41 fics that have been categorized into trans!keith, trans!lance, and trans!keith & trans!lance. Just so you know I haven’t read them myself, so read them at your own discretion:

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Summary: Everyone had a soulmark, a special shape on their body that formed during childhood and was meant to lead each person to their soulmate. 

Unfortunately, Derek’s soulmark is shaped like a snowflake, and that fact has been actively ruining his life since he was six years old.


While it wasn’t unusual for soulmarks to take years to fully form, Derek broke his family’s personal record when his didn’t finish developing until he was around six years old. In a rare turn of events, the exact date of the transformation was unknown; despite the fact that the entire Hale family had been waiting impatiently for his mark to come in since he’d turned five, the eventual change in the dark blot on his wrist bone went unnoticed for weeks. The oversight was understandable; unlike his parents’ (soulmarks shaped like a flying bird) or his sisters’ (a crescent moon and a four leaf clover) his soulmark didn’t look much different from the circle of color it had originally been.

To everyone’s surprise and confusion, his soulmark looked just like a snowflake.

“Do you think it means he’ll meet his soulmate in the winter?” His mother asked curiously while she held Derek’s wrist gently on her palm. Her own soulmark, nestled at the base of her thumb, looked wild and free when compared to his.

His dad shook his head, looking uncertain.

“It might just mean they meet somewhere colder…well, colder than California. Or maybe his soulmate has a winter birthday too. It’s hard to tell.”

His mother sighed, the sound like frustration. Derek didn’t really get the point; he was almost seven, and as far as he was concerned, the mark didn’t look like an army man or a vicious wolf, and so was mostly boring.

“Well. I guess we’ll have to work with it.” She looked at him and smiled sweetly. “Derek, honey, how do you feel about skiing?”

Derek made a face.

“I hate it. Can we go ice skating instead?”

His parents smiled and nodded in encouragement, but Derek didn’t get it at the time, not really.

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the wedding night

Summary: A tale of dancing, vodka sodas, and the frustrating presence of a toddler when all Waverly really wants to do is get off with the hot redhead she meets at her sister’s wedding.

(Consider this my contribution for the final day of Wynonna Earp Appreciation Week!)

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“Another, please!”

Draining the last of her vodka soda, Waverly places the empty glass down on the bar and flags down the bartender. It’ll be her third of the night but she isn’t feeling the effects yet, and probably won’t until the fourth or fifth. The wedding reception featured a three course meal from the best catering company within fifty miles of Purgatory (Waverly would know, being the one who booked them because Wynonna’s response to planning her own wedding was to make a very thorough inspection of the liquor cabinet at the homestead) and Waverly’s stomach is lined with enough good food to soak up the alcohol.

Waverly isn’t drinking to get drunk, anyway. It’s just that when the other option is to watch Wynonna and her new husband dance happily together while everybody coos over the happy couple, making use of the open bar seems like the better idea.

She is an Earp, after all.

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