i remember the first time i read this it felt like i was punched in the gut

Father

“Where’s Malfoy?” The vacant spot next to professor Sinistra immediately caught his eye. Usually he was greeted every morning with a “Late for breakfast again now, are we? You know you could just set an alarm for once like a normal person.” And Harry would respond with something among the lines of “I’m not a normal person, I’m the chosen one.” Then Malfoy would roll his eyes while Harry did a dramatic hair flip.

He always loved seeing Malfoy struggle to suppress a smile every time he did that, and had gotten quite accustomed to their morning ritual.

“Called in sick this morning. Migraine I believe.” Answered professor Mcgonagall.

“Odd. I don’t believe he’s ever been sick since he started working here.” Professor Sinistra looked a bit worried.

“Shouldn’t someone go check on him?”

“Yes, excellent idea Harry. Why don’t you go bring our favorite Slytherin a nice cup of tea? Maybe mention you still haven’t bought an alarm clock while you’re at it.” Neville always made comments like these and Harry still didn’t know why. He and Malfoy seemed to get along just fine but as soon as Harry suggested Neville should go to him to run an errand or something he always sent Harry instead.

“Uhm, well I don’t think I’ll bother him with my non existing shopping habits but I’ll go and have a look. If someone could cover the first couple of minutes of my second years…?”

“Yes of course Harry.” Sounded the answer from Neville, professor Mcgonagall and Flitwick, who exchanged some knowing looks with each other.

“Right then… I’ll go pay him a visit…” Harry gave his colleagues a strange look.

“You go do that Potter.”

“A task right up your alley.”

“Remember to be safe!” Called Neville after him. Sometimes Harry didn’t really get his co-workers. After giving them another questioning look Harry walked off towards the dungeons. It was too early to deal with their weird behaviour.


“Malfoy? Malfoy are you in there?” Harry got no response, but when he pressed his ear to the door he could hear heavy, irregular breathing. Someone was in there at least, and if it wasn’t Malfoy then Harry had to chase the intruder out. And if it was Malfoy then he might be in dire need of help since he didn’t answer.

He decided to open the door.

“Malfoy? Are you in here? I brought tea… “ Harry looked around in the room. It didn’t look like Malfoy was suffering from migraine. The torches on the sides of the walls were burning brightly and illuminated a true mess of a room. Clothes, books, quills and a couple of empty wine bottles decorated the floor.

“Malfoy?” The blond man sat on the middle of his king-sized bed on the far end of the room. He was hugging his knees, and stared out of the window looking out into the great lake. He didn’t respond.

Harry took some tentative steps towards the bed, careful not to trod on anything. “Are you alright? Minerva said…”

His words got stuck in his throat. The closer he got the more he saw. Malfoy was clutching a ministry letter in his hands, the date above the writing told Harry it had arrived the day before. But what shook him the most was that Malfoy was crying.

Silent tears were running down his face, showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

“What happened?” Harry put down the steaming mug of tea on the nightstand, shocked. The last time he’d seen Malfoy cry was during sixth year in the bathroom, just before he cocked everything up by nearly murdering him.

Something bad must have happened. Something really bad.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He felt nerves pool in his gut waiting for the answer.

What could have upset Malfoy so much? What on earth could possibly have the power to break the man who even after the war and the trials hadn’t been broken. The man who had turned Slytherin from a mouldy and disgusting mess into a proud and fierce house again. The man who had been so strong that even Ron had started to admire his character, though he would never admit it.

“He’s reopening his case. He’s blaming everything on me. Everything.” Malfoy drew a couple of shaky breaths. He looked like he could pass out any moment.

Harry suddenly felt his insides turn to ice. It had been ten years since the trials. Ten years. That meant convicts could now ask for a do-over of their case.

He pried the ministry letter from Malfoy’s cramped up hands and read. His frozen insides fell out. Lucius Malfoy was pleading not-guilty, on the grounds that his son had forced him to join Voldemort’s ranks. His own son. He was blaming everything on his own son.

“I won’t let them do this to you. I won’t let them force you to re-live everything, I won’t.” Harry crumbled up the letter in his shaking hands. He wanted to punch something, or floo to the ministry and tell them exactly why this was not happening, or…

“Please leave.” Sniffled Malfoy. “I need to be alone right now.” It broke Harry’s heart that the man thought Harry could leave him alone when he was in such a high state of distress. If ever there had been a moment when Malfoy should not be alone, it was now.

Malfoy tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, tried to recompose himself. Harry caught his hands. “Don’t. Don’t do that. He betrayed you. He is your father and he betrayed you. You’re allowed to be upset.”

“I’m not, Potter.” He tried to free his hands while avoiding Harry’s gaze. “I’m fucking not, I should have been in class ten minutes ago. I can’t… “

“You can. Fuck you Malfoy, for thinking that you don’t even deserve to be upset about this.” Malfoy tried to pull his hands free again, and this time Harry pulled back. Without much resistance Malfoy fell towards Harry, who let go of his hands and wrapped him into a hug.

“Shove it Malfoy.” He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed, holding Malfoy tightly wrapped in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Malfoy didn’t protest anymore, suddenly he felt all of his energy drain away. He’d barely survived the first trials, repeating everything… It was too much to ask. He didn’t even have the energy to feel ashamed for crying in front of his former rival, his current crush.

He caved and he caved hard. “He is my dad.” Malfoy buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, his voice broken by tears. “What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you?”


So I thought it might be fun to write a piece of this story every time I hit a memorable number of followers, in this case that’s 250. Is that a good idea not? Please tell me I have zero judgement skills.

I have reached 350 followers! Omg thank you guys! You can now you can read part two here

for 400 followers part 3 is here!

If you want more parts then you can follow me!

Bring It Back - Part Two (Smut)

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking this story so well, it really warms my heart and I’m so grateful. I really hope this lives up to your expectations, like I’m actually dead nervous you won’t like it. I would love feedback on it, it would make my day.
Also just need to say a massive thank you to my precious twinny @illuminateshawn​, who’s always there to read tiny pieces and give me feedback. You are so precious to me, thank you!

Word count: 6,502

March 4 th 2017
Pickering, Canada

You bit your lip as you waited for a response from Shawn. A minute passed by, then two, then three, four, five….

Half an hour later and then you just stopped counting after that.

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★ lvtvr’s long-winded writing advice ★

Heyo. I’m Charlie and I write. You may know me for my Keith/Lance fanfics. I don’t know if it helps my credibility, but I have articles in print that I’ve been paid to produce, I’ve translated and proofread four novels, and I’ve been writing off and on for nearly eighteen years. I’m not perfect, I’m not a master, but I do know what I’m doing. So if you write too, and you want to get better, here are some of the things I’ve learned.

Less is more.

You know the quote “Blood orange? Shut up, it’s fucking red.” Remember this while you’re writing. If you’ve ever seen one of those “100 synonyms for ‘said’ to use while writing :)” lists, here’s what to do with it: burn it. No one utters or opines or verbalizes shit. They fucking say it.

Basically: use vocabulary that you know. Turn to big fancy words if you are certain that they’re the best way to express the nuance you’re going for, but avoid them if you’re only using them to make your prose more “interesting.” Don’t worry about sounding a little repetitive. Sounding pretentious or like someone who hangs out too much on Thesaurus.com is a lot worse.

Remember your whole body.

Ever read writing that punches you in the gut and makes you feel things? Ever aspired to create something like that yourself? Well, the key to doing it is to remember the body. Stay aware of the fact that we exist in the world as messy 3D beings made of blood and meat and emotion. 

It’s natural for most people to start with visual impressions and describe what things look like, but your writing won’t start to come alive until you also begin describing what they feel like, smell like, taste like. The five senses are a cheesy but effective checklist. Throw in sounds, smells, and body sensations alongside the visual aspect.

This goes for emotion, too. If your character is sad, think back to what you felt like when you were sad. Heavy gut? Rain clouds in your head? Tears pricking at the backs of your eyes, but never quite falling? All that is a lot more interesting than simply saying “they were sad.”

For the love of God, never type “Hello.” He said.

This falls under the general umbrella of using correct grammar (which you should!), but I feel the need to point this particular faux pas out because a) it’s soooo common for people to do this, and b) I can’t stand it. This is the type of persistent mistake that actively interferes with the flow of the writing for me as a reader. I don’t care if some big-name fic author does it or if you’ve seen a million others do it – you’ll never find it in a professionally proofread and edited book. Because, at the end of the day, it’s wrong.

Compare these two examples:

“This sucks.” She sighed.
“This sucks,” she sighed.

In the first example, she says the words first, and sighs afterward. In the second, she’s sighing the words. Simple difference. If the action is directly related to how the dialogue is being conveyed, it should come attached to the dialogue. If the action and dialogue are separate, separate them. Throwing in a bunch of loose, orphaned “He said” clauses is choppy and incorrect and pisses me off to an irrational degree. Please, please avoid this. I’m begging you on my hands and knees.

Focus your characterization.

Keeping characters in character is one of the biggest challenges of writing. I find that an easy way to stay on track is to summarize the character’s way of reacting to the world in one or two simple sentences, and when you’re not sure what they would say or do, try to keep it in line with that basic conception. 

For example, I’ve characterized Keith from Voltron as someone who “feels things very strongly and honestly, but has trouble putting his emotions into words.” My Hunk is “prone to gossip, but has a heart of gold and the strongest sense of justice you ever saw.” I keep this minimalist notion of a character at the front of my mind when I write them, and it usually helps them stay themselves.

Try to keep it general, though. “Passionate about food,” “flirts a lot,” or “in love with Mothman” aren’t basic personalities, they’re character traits. They don’t tell us anything about how someone will act in a given situation, and make for poor, flat characterization.

Write what you want to read.

No, really. I know that the urge to pander is strong, as is the desire to give the people what they want. But you’re people, too. Give yourself what you want. Is this hard? You bet. But it’s worth it when someone tells you “God, reading this is so refreshing. I’m so glad it wasn’t exactly like everything else.”

Voltron-specific stuff incoming here, but I feel like it’s important. Listen. Don’t write a fic where Keith and Lance have one (1) drawn-out argument before falling in hapless, sappy love, where Keith and Shiro are brothers and Hunk and Pidge are the Hilarious Meme Sidekicks, just because you feel like you have to. If you’re really passionate about that scenario, then by all means write it, but don’t do it because you’re afraid that’s all people are going to want to read. It’s not true. More likely than not, they’re sick of reading the same fic for the millionth time, and they’d love to see your take on things.

Remember: Fanon isn’t the law. Not even canon is the law. Follow your kokoro. Go weird places. You do you. I will be cheering you on.


Kudos to you if you read this entire mess. I hope it could be of some help. Now go write! I believe in you, friendo.

psycho 07 / taehyung

credit for the gif: @handsybangtan

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story + this chapter contains mentions of blood and fighting

note2: I hope ya’ll will like this chapter, maybe some of you will be confused but everything will go ‘down’ in the next chapter :)

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Empathy

Originally posted by godshipsit

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 1,737
Request: Anonymous. Can you do I Winchester Sister!Reader where she’s, like, 13/14 and she becomes and Empath and has to deal with her brothers pain on top of her own. (Maybe set when Dean gets back from Purgatory?) Please & Thank You Xxx


Ever since you were little, you were always a bit more attuned to your brothers feelings. It was normal to you, so you never thought you were any different. You were the most caring and sensitive out of the Winchesters, and part of John loved that about you- that you still held onto that despite their life. However, he feared it would get you into trouble one day.


Sitting with your back to the headboard, you read the book on your tablet in your lap, in your own little world. Knowing there was no way to lug around as many books as you could go through, Sam saved up and surprised you with it for your birthday two months before. You’d hugged him tighter than he thought possible for your young body, making him chuckle.

It was just you and Sam now, as Dean was off in purgatory. You missed your older brother, but there wasn’t anything you could do. At least not as a 14 year old girl who was more into books and fantasy than actually hunting.

Sam had been extra quiet lately, and you’d stopped in a town on your way to the cabin. He had kissed your forehead and said he wanted some fresh air. You didn’t mind. Getting alone time was nice. It left you feeling a bit more recharged, and gave you a chance to read.

You knew that Sam was avoiding talking about her- Amelia. She had been really nice, and you’d liked her. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a woman about things, as opposed to awkwardly talking to Sam about it. One night he shook you awake and the two of you left, and you could feel the pit in your stomach.

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MISTER 101: Why do you do this?

I was posed the question this morning.. and while its come in different forms before, the way it was presented here struck a chord in me. So I figured it was time to take the chance to explain myself… because ultimately I am sure its something that peaks the interest of many who follow me.

THE BEGINNING

I remember every single detail about that night.

The way he stared at me made me uneasy at first, but after I realized it was an inquisitive spirit and not one that wanted to take advantage of me, I was put at ease. Being a college freshman from a small poor town having never met anyone outside of your bubble can be intimidating you know… 

So when he said: “Come with me, I have something to show you”.. I didnt think twice, because I had this burning suspicion that my life was about to change in an epic way.. and it did. 

It was most likely the space of 45 minute to an hour but it felt like a rebirth and a new beginning of timeline. As though in some form or fashion I broke away from the timeline I was living in and entered into an alternate existence. I felt alive and aware like I never had beforeI had become awakened. 

GROWING AGAIN

At that age and the first time away from home you can become influenced by man things. Especially when you basically grew up with nothing… its often sometimes hard to tell whats right and wrong. But there was something most definitely right in the almost daily sessions. The lectures… the teaching.. the observations….. the encouragement. It all came together like a familiar puzzle that you have put together a hundred times, but yet each time still seems fresh and new in some strange way. 

It was made clear to me above all else that the information I was being given was sacred. That it was to be used for ultimate benefit to others, and never to be abused. It was told and retold… emphasized and drilled.. I realized that I was being given the opportunity of a lifetime.

All those hours at the mall watching people… all those nights sitting in the corner taking mental notes as he worked over his subs in scene time.. all those extra hours in psychology and criminology classes for no reason but to learn everything I could about myself and why I was this way. All the munches and presentations and books…. all the time spent with rope in my hands… with another persons trust in my hands… with the power to make or break.. in my hands. 

“No matter what you do, always do it with an ultimate purpose. When she asks “Why?”, always have an answer… when she submits, always be grateful”

Even now I begin to tear up recalling those words being spoken into my right ear and the gentle touch on my shoulder. He was always so gentle with my ignorance… he was always very deliberate with his teachings. 

RESPONSIBILITY & RESTRAINT

Its one thing to dream, its another to dare, and its something completely else to dominate. Much like a prize fighter trains for his title fights, I trained for the moment when the reigns were handed to me and I given the humbling opportunity to be in control. 

That first time I snapped my fingers and she shuffled into position was breathtaking. I paused, lost concentration… and felt that tap on my shoulder. 

“Remember… this is a great gift thats been given to you. Treat it that way”

Focus was found again, and as she stared into my eyes my soul devoured everything within her, consumed it and knew exactly what she wanted. All those hours spun into seconds and my awareness burned like a phoenix rising from the dark depths of the ruins of my former life. 

I was a Dom… I AM a Dom… and at that moment I fully came into the realization of the great responsibility placed in my hands, and the restraint with which I was expected to always express. 

Everything was always to be many things… A chance to grow. A chance to teach. A chance to learn. A chance to enhance anothers life and bring about something within them that was much like what he saw in me that night. A chance to make sure that someones like would be set into forward motion and that progress & growth would be ultimate goal. 

“Never abuse this power.. never take advantage of anothers eagerness and hunger to become alive like you had”

And so I always set upon approaching every opportunity with this mantra in mind… yes, her submission is a gift, yes, she needs what I have and received myself, yes, she deserves to come alive.. to grow… to progress.. to be fully alive.

TIME WELL SPENT

And so through all the classes, the teaching, the meetings and munches.. through all the practical hands on, scene play, and so on… I became who I am.

“Never be complacent. When you stop learning, you have failed me”

These words cut me hard to the bone… even typiing them and hearing them in his voice in my head is like a punch in the gut to even think I would do such a thing. He gave me so much of his wisdom, knowledge and time that I shudder at the thought of ever grieving his spirit. 

WE ONLY HAVE WHAT WE REMEMBER

“you can never have any judgment… because you will always remember who you used to be”

Growing up I had nothing. My parents were busy, my older brother and his friends got a lot of joy out of making me a punching bag. At school I was ridiculed and taunted. Being fat and awkward and just wanting friends puts a target on your back the size of Texas. 

I was also a target in a different way by one of my brothers friends… and in the coldness of that damp basement one summer day he changed my life in ways that I both regret, feel ashamed of…  and feel blessed for. So then when my uncle did it again in my middle school years…. it seemed normal. 

But theres nothing normal about holding your fathers handgun to your head on a hot July day at the age of 12 and thinking theres nothing left in life. 

It was also at that early age words became powerful, important and valuable in great ways. 

“When you speak make it mean something, make it important. When you present yourself you are also presenting me”

After a botched love letter to a girl I had a crush on in which i misspelled the word “beautiful”, she decided to stand up and read the letter to the whole class and point out my mistakes. From that moment I decided that being well spoken was the key to success, and as such I began a path that not only saw me become a regional spelling bee champion… but also having aced English and rhetoric on the ACT college entrance exam.

I could have wallowed in my misery for those things that happened to me.. which are a minuscule part of my early life. But instead I made a choice.

I chose to do everything I could to get out of where I was and make sure that no one would ever take advantage of me in those ways again. I chose that instead of being codependent and weak and worthless… that there was a greater life outside of where I was and what was happening. 

Venerable actions

When you grow up having nothing, you either want everything or you form a respect for being simple.

In my case it became both and somewhere within my training I figured out that you could have everything you wanted with the most simple of actions. 

I knew that moment had arrived for me the night I was standing in front of a sub who was fully naked and in position… I was fully clothed and drinking tea and staring at her… And… doing nothing else. 

Within 5 minutes, cum had began to run down her inner thighs.

I had embraced the fullness of everything I had been taught. Everything I had yearned for.. all that time spent, those hours of tutelage, all that training had come into full fruition. And all I did was something simple.. drink tea and be myself.

A lot of people mistake my confidence for ego.

A lot of people think that the person I portray on my tumblr isn’t who exists in real life. 

“The respect you earn will be worth the most. Dont ever expect it. Just do what you know to do and it will come natural”

And with simple things, simple living, simple this simple that… everything becomes rather complex. Everything becomes vivid and deliberate. When you come to the table with  no expectations, you are rarely ever disappointed. When you have no expectations, you have no reason to judge. 

And how can I live without judgment… how is it that I understand and seem to be this giant lighthouse for everyone?

Experience breeds wisdom.

Been there, done that.

I know pain.. sorrow.. I know joy.. I know the depths at which life can take a person. I know what its like to want to die… to realize I should live. Ive been there… Ive been there when all hope seemed lost. Ive been there, shaking in the corner after being violated… Ive been there when all trust was lost. Ive been there when the indention of a gun barrell slowly fades from the skin in your temple. Ive been there when she waited a few seconds longer than I did… and squeezed. Ive been there… staring at the medication bottle and wondering what would happen… Ive been there holding a dying person in my arms who looked into my eyes and told me they were sorry. Ive been there when the police arrived.. Ive been there in the dead of night when you sit on your roof and stare at the stars and curse the sky. Ive been there.. on the floor with a bloody nose and sore ribs. Ive been there and watched it all slip away… 

And in every occurrence.. ive always looked forward. Ive always known that there was something better, that there was hope at the end.. its what keeps me motivated and going even today. Through the issues and the pain and the solitude, through the depths of my roadblocks.. it keeps me moving forward.

“Mistakes are opportunities. Always make the best of every one of them”

and so I do. Every mistake is a chance to improve. To be better tomorrow than I was yesterday.. and I do my best to bring those like me along for the journey.

So why do I do what I do?

Because this knowledge is sacred. because a promise made is a promise kept. Because when I was at my lowest, someone reached down into my grave and pulled me out and breathed new life into my lungs… 

I do this because I cannot sit by and watch anyone fall to the wayside. I cannot let those who were once like me be taken advantage of, and abused, and kicked around.. I cannot let this wisdom that was so graciously placed in me just rot away. 

I do this for every little.. and every daddy.. and every submissive.. and every kitten, puppy, piggy, slave, etc that exists within this beautiful culture and lifestyle that I have immersed myself in and grown within and fostered and found to be real and true. 

I do this because no one else will… no one else does.

The posts, the answers, the stories, everything… its all for you. YOU. Not for me… I am second within this great drama that is my tumblr. This is all for you and those will come after. 

Its the reason I read the stories.. because I know you need them for one thing or another. Its the reason I make the posts to teach and educate so you know better.. its the reason I give my time and sacrifice myself to be there no matter what. Its the reason I do what I do.. is because of all of you.

Thats why I am there. Yes there are thousands of you… thousands of strangers who come to me for everything and anything.

I saved someones life this week. I helped another on a date… i helped another choose special items for special time with their boyfriend. I helped someone else prevent an anxiety attack… I helped another prepare for a job interview.. and I did it all because I had to. I did it all because of the spirit inside of me that says I cant not do it….  

I do it all……for you……

…. because it was done for me.

Imagine the prophecy is fulfilled and Emma dies. Regina, grief stricken, buys a ouija board after seeing a movie about it and doing her own research.

“Emma Swan, I’m trying to contact Emma Swan. Are you here, Emma?”

Nothing happens for awhile and Regina sits in silence, holding her breath until slowly, the pendulum moves over the YES at the top of the board.

Regina releases a burst of air from her lungs. Skeptical though, Regina asks “How do I know it’s really you, Miss Swan?”

The cursor immediately flew to the NO on the board. Regina furrowed her eyebrows. “No? No what?”

The cursor moved again, down the alphabet. Regina read each letter out loud. “D O N T C A L L M E T H A T.”

“Don’t call me that.” Regina was confused for a moment until she realized she has just called Emma “Miss Swan”. She knew Emma hated it. She laughed lightly though tears pricked her eyes. The stupid idiot. “I’m sorry, Emma.”

She was here. Her Emma was truly here. Even though Henry had told her his other mother had never left, that she was always with them, Regina needed this confirmation. She needed this sense of closeness. She also needed to know why. Why Emma had beat her own fate, her own prophecy and then jumped in front of the sword that was destined for Regina. That idiot.

“You’re an idiot.” Regina said, choking back her own tears. Willing herself not to show this weakness. But she had mourned too long silently, keeping this all to herself. Emma was the one she shared everything with and now she was gone. Until now. Kind of.

The pendulum moved to the “YES” after Regina called her an idiot which forced the tears down Regina’s cheeks.

“Why did you do that, Emma? Why did you not let me die?”

The pendulum moved across the board.

“H E N” Regina cut it off, suddenly frustrated, her emotions getting the best of her. “Oh, don’t you dare say Henry Emma Swan or I swear to god.”

The pendulum stayed still and Regina tried to collect herself. Deep breaths. Finally, the curser began to move. “I H A D T O.”

“I had to.” Regina repeated. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Leave it to Emma to tip toe around giving her clear answers, even in death.

Regina sighed. She needed to know. She had heard the Pirate going off on a drunk rant at Granny’s a few weeks after Emma’s death, about how he knew all along that Emma would always choose Regina over him, that Emma would always love Regina more than she loved him. It hit Regina like a punch in the gut, been gnawing at her brain ever since. She had loved Emma Swan. Deeply. But the idea of the other woman ever returning those feelings felt so foreign to Regina she never felt the need to bring it into fruition. Until now.

With shaky breath Regina finally asked, “Was it because…. you loved me?”

The electricity in the room changed, the atmosphere feeling charged in only a way Emma Swan could make it feel around Regina. The pendulum stayed still but Regina knew Emma was still with her. Stubbornly still with her.

“I’ll ask you again, Em-Ma, did you sacrifice yourself for me because you love me?”

Slowly, the pendulum moved, the sound it made as it crossed the board was so loud in that moment it was almost deafening.

Y E S

“Yes.” There were the tears again, freely rubbing down Regina’s face as she openly sobbed now. Openly mourned the loss of the woman she loved and the ending to her story that once again ended in tragedy.

“Since when?” Regina sniffed.

A L W A Y S

Regina choked on a sob. “I am so sorry, Emma. So, so sorry. I love you, too. Please know that. I know…. I know I always called you an idiot but truly, the only idiot here is me. I’m so sorry, Emma. I love you too. I always have and– and probably always will. Will you ever forgive me?”

Without hesitation the curser moved to the YES.

Another sob escape just in time for the front door to slam and for Henry’s voice to echo through the house, “Mom!? You here?!”

“Our son and his timing.” Regina really wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Emma yet. There wasn’t enough time. There never was enough time.

Emma seemed to understand, the air around Regina felt calming, understanding, safe.

The curser began to move.

H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y

Regina smiled for the first time in the long weeks since that night. “You remembered.”

“A L W A Y S” Emma spelt before moving the cursor over GOODBYE.

Hold On (trigger warning)

A/N: I’m in Prague with a friend this week and I put this on schedule so lets hope it works.
Requested to use the line “because I love you, that’s why.” Be aware this has a trigger warning, so think twice before reading. Also, I would love to hear feedback on this because I am honestly so fucking nervous.

Word count: 2,638

Hearing someone you love cry, is probably the worst feeling ever. The worst kind of pain I’ve ever experienced. I felt her pain. Deep in my chest. In every fibre of my body. With every dense heart beat. I felt it. Hearing her desperate sore cries from the other side of the door, it killed me inside. Left me numb and frozen.

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Songs and Vamps

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

Word Count: 2,220

Author: Deka

Warning: Blood, violence, weapons, sexual innuendos, fluff, a litlle angst, that’s it.

Pairing: Lucifer x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: After a good morning song, the boys and Y/N went on a hunt to kill some monsters, what could go wrong?

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Hello love! I have an request if you're interested. Where y\n was Gabriel's s\o and best friends with Jack -or vice-verse. (You can imagine what a handful that was!) Before the Fall of overwatch, Y/n had to go into a sort of suspended animation sleep. But many years later, they suddenly wake up after overwatch has been recalled. How does y/n react to meeting an older Jack. or coming face

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You groaned in displeasure at the sudden beeping noises. It was unclear where you were but all you knew about yourself was that you were cold. No fond memory of where you where or who you were.

Prying your eyes open you looked around the grey room with dashes of orange on the walls. You shivered as you shuffled out of the small chamber you lied in, the beeping still blared in your ears as you pressed yourself against the wall beside you, supporting your way to a desk where you looked at piles of papers. You looked at all the labels on them, “Overwatch is Disbanded” “The Death of Overwatch” “Strike Commander Morrison and Blackwatch Commander Reyes Both Die In Blast” You blinked as you looked at the names, tears welled up in your eyes as you continued to shiver, your bare back facing the darkness, which seemingly stared back at you. You remembered faintly over things.

Gabriel Reyes

  • You remembered Gabriel first. How could you forget that smile he’d give you every time you were in his field of view.
  • Or the teasing hair messing when you trained with him.
  • Then you remembered how you two got together. Jack had been keen to helping you settle in and become Gabe’s secretary. Soon enough you advanced to becoming an agent in Blackwatch and from that, Gabe became more than your friend.
  • You wiped the tears from your eyes as you continued to shiver, the room felt colder and an uneasiness settled in your gut as you looked around, unconsciously hiding your bare body.
  • Uneasiness began to settle in when you heard a rough chuckle, turning around only to be met with a white mask.
  • You screamed and tried to throw a punch at the mask, but then you realised that your muscle mass had diminished.
  • You were asking yourself what happened to you but the masked man beat you to it.
  • “Seems like 8 years in suspended animation really affected you.”
  • The voice, it sounded so familiar…
  • “You haven’t changed at all my love.” The voice said again.
  • You were hesitant at first but you extended a hand to the mask, “G-Gabriel?” you croaked.
  • He let out a chuckle, his gloved hand reached at your head and gave your hair a gentle ruffle, “Missed me?”
  • You immediately hugged him, but took notice he was cold, very cold.
  • But you paid no mind to it as you let him hug back, feeling him shift out of his cloak of some sorts and cover you, “You must be freezing cold by now…” he mumbled as he picked you up, gently carrying you out of the room.
  • You were then taken to Talon, where you stayed with Gabriel as he helped you rehabilitate into the timeframe.
  • You were definitely shocked when you saw his face again, and found out he died, unlike Jack.
  • But he was the one shocked when you pulled him in a hug, telling him you were sorry for not being there to help him.
  • Gabe sighed as he hugged back, peppering small kisses all over your face.
  • “I’d come back for you from hell any day, every day…”

Jack Morrison

  • When you read the last name Morrison,everything came back to you.
  • You could remember when you used to work with Gabriel in Blackwatch but got a nasty blow in a mission, so to keep you safe and Jack sleeping peacefully at night, he convinced you to work with overwatch, “Blue suits you more sunshine.” He’s jokingly say as he edged you to work with Jack.
  • He knew you liked Jack, and he knew you tried to avoid him by working in blackwatch. But once you began to work in overwatch you began to connect with the strike commander more and more.
  • You looked at a small necklace on the table, it was one of those pictured ones. Clicking it open you saw a silly old photo of Jack with gum all over his face.
  • You laughed at the memories inching back in your head as you placed the necklace around your neck. Sighing you turned to look behind you, only to jump in terror at the man with a white, red and blue jacket staring at you, the visor hiding his face made it all the more uneasy as you grabbed papers and began your assault. Hitting the man who seemed unfazed.
  • You were quick to stop when you noticed he was tapping his fingers patiently on his thigh. It reminded you when Jack used to do that when you rambled at him that he should be more careful and that you’d kill him again if he died in a mission he didn’t let you join.
  • your hands crossed, hiding your chest as you frowned, looking up at the man.
  • “Feeling better, or do you want to pummel me some more with the papers?” he asked, a small raise in his voice as he tried not to laugh at his own sense of humor.
  • “Who are you to judge if I pummel you with paper or not?”
  • He slowly took off his jacket, placing it over your frame. That’s when you saw the dogtags, tearing up once again as you recognised the man fully.
  • You felt your legs buckle as you quickly got tired out, but Jack quickly caught you.
  • “Hey, I got you hun…” he said as he combed through your hair gently, helping you up as he placed his arm around your legs, picking you up to carry you out of the room.
  • Jack took you to his hideout, the two of you sat in silence until Jack began to tell you everything that happened.
  • By the end of his talk you carefully took off his visor, looking at his aged face, “You’re still the Jack I avoided to fall in love with. But I’m glad I did.” You said as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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What We Already Know (1/?)

Summary: In a world where everyone has a device on their wrist that tells them the exact moment they meet their soulmate, Emma Swan is faced with the rare circumstance of having a blank timer. Things get even more complicated when she starts falling for Killian Jones, who, according to his timer, will meet his soulmate in six months. Captain Swan AU.

Rating: T for now, possibly M for future chapters

Author’s note: So I got this idea from the movie Timer. It’s a super cute movie and I highly recommend watching it! But you don’t need to watch the movie to understand the fic. This fic is for @stunningswan as a VERY belated CS Secret Santa gift! Sorry for the delay, Savannah! I was struggling with whether this should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and I decided to go for multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy! 




A double shot of rum is placed in front of Emma Swan and she spends no time in grabbing it and throwing it back. When she pulls the empty glass away from her lips, the timer on her wrist catches her eye, the blinking dashes where the numbers should be taunting her.

From the moment she got her timer inserted when she 14, that’s how it had been. “Don’t worry,” the time agency employee had said. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a soulmate. It just means that, wherever they are, they don’t have a timer yet.”

That’s what they told her. Twenty fucking years ago. And nothing has changed.

In the time since then, she’s watched everyone around her - friends, co-workers, complete strangers - find their soulmates. Or at the very least, they know when they’re going to meet them. Meanwhile, Emma has been stuck in a cycle of dating that always ended the same way.

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What have you done? (1/?) (Justin Foley x Reader)

Summary: You’re the new kid in Liberty High, and everybody is freaking out about some tapes from a girl you never heard of. You start dating your neighbor, Justin, that goes to another school. Everything is going just fine until you finally find out what the hell happened to Hannah Baker.

Warnings: there is a spoiler from episode 9.

It’s not finished btw. It will probably have a part two :)

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It was still early when you heard a knock in your apartment’s door. You lived alone, so you had to answer yourself. Your hair was still wet from the shower and you had only a black bra and blue jeans on. You didn’t mind. It was a weird time for anyone but Justin, your boyfriend and neighbor, show up. Leaning your ear against the door, you asked who was it for precaution.

“It’s me, babe” Justin’s voice answered. You let him in, and the first thing he did was check you out with a smile on his face. “Okay, you’re teasing. Just admit it. You enjoy my pain”

“I’m not teasing. It’s your fault. If you had arrived just two minutes later, I would be fully dressed” you laughed softly, then turned your back to him, going back to your room. Before you could take a single step, Justin pulled you back by the waist.

“I like it better when you’re shirtless” he whispered, then put his hands on your neck, gently pressing his thumbs on your throat. You felt his lips against yours and what started as a sweet kiss suddenly turned into an intense make out session. Which turned into sex.

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“GOD DAMN IT” you yelled, scaring Justin so much he almost fell out of bed. “Shit, shit, shit” you mumbled as you picked up your clothes from the floor and graceless put them on.

“What’s the matter? Why are you yelling?” He covered his face with a pillow.

“Justin, the third period is almost over. I’ll have to hurry if I wanna make it to the fourth” you realized your shirt was inside out, so you had to take it off and put it back on properly.

“I don’t wanna make it to the fourth” he said with a grin.

“Your school doesn’t call your parents when you miss out too many classes. Liberty High does and this is, like, the fifth time this year I skipped school to fool around with you. They will call my mom and she will drag me back to Arizona!” you were totally freaking out, so much you couldn’t even remember where you left your backpack.

“I’m sorry, did you say ‘fool around’? Am I just an object to satisfy your sexual needs?” he pretended to be crying, which made you look at him and laugh. He pressed both hands on the left side of his chest, faking a heart attack.

“God Justin, you’re an idiot”

“Yeah” he said, and got up from the bed too quickly for you to run away. He picked you up by the tights and put you on the table.

“Not agaaaaain” you sighed before Justin could kiss you. “I have to go to school and satisfy my learning needs”

“Okay, okay” he was about to let you go, but that grin suddenly showed up again on his handsome little face. “Oh, wait. I think I can change your mind. I have something to tell you and you won’t be able to resist”

You rolled your eyes.

“You wish”

“Are you ready? Here it goes” he breathed in and out, but the grin disappeared just as fast as it came. Justin looked serious. He coughed a few times, ran his fingers through his hair, then looked away from you and stared at the floor. “Okay, no, you go. I can’t tell you like that”

“Tell me what?” You asked, but he simply put you back on the floor.

“Text me when you get to school and I’ll tell you by message. I can’t do it looking at you. It’s… well… I don’t… Jesus, I can’t even talk like a normal person. Just go away and I’ll let you know in a text” he just went on like a machine gun, so fast you barely understood. You didn’t had a chance to ask again. He picked up his clothes and left the apartment with only his underwear on. Luckily, his place was just next door.

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[You | 11:04 A.M.] I’m at school. tell me now and hurry bc the bell is about to ring
[You | 11:04 A.M.] come onnnnnnnn
[You | 11:04 A.M.] babe I’m waiting
[You | 11:04 A.M.] if it rings before I hear from you I swear to god justin foley
[You | 11:05 A.M.] i will MURDER you
[You | 11:05 A.M.] jussssstinnnnnnn
[You | 11:06 A.M.] you’re dead. seriously.
[You | 11:06 A.M.] damn justin. the bell rang. now I’ll have to wait till noon!

You put your phone on your bag angrily. You didn’t reacted well to curiosity, especially when it came from Justin. You cared too much about him and you needed to be in control all the time, otherwise it just felt like you might lose him. To hell with cared too much. You loved him. You started to think maybe he wanted to break up or maybe he cheated, and you were glad you hadn’t told him you loved him yet. Then you remembered whatever was it that he wanted you to know was supposed to make you want to spend more time with him, so your paranoia went away.

“Miss (Y/L/N), do you mind answering the question I just asked the class?” Mr. Hoechlin called you, and you felt your face burn.

“Well, of course, my beloved teacher. The answer is… uhhhh… no. Definitely no.” you said, jokingly, hoping it was the right answer even though it was absolutely clear you had no idea what the question was. You barely finished your sentence when the whole class burst into laughters.

“Very well, miss (Y/L/N). You’re truly a prodigious child. The future of our nation” the teacher said, which made people laugh even more.

You turned around to a familiar face, Clay’s, and saw a shy smile on his face. He wanted to laugh, but he was your friend so he tried really hard to conceal it.

“Okay, Argila” you called by the nickname you gave him, which was portuguese for clay/loam. He didn’t even frown this time. He was too busy laughing-without-laughing. “What was the question anyway?”

“He asked how much…” Clay started, but then he interrupted his sentence. He was looking at something right behind you. You were about to turn around and look for whatever caught his eye, but he talked again. “Huh… who’s Justin, Y/N?”

“My boyfriend slash neighbor. I told you about him” you answered and turned around. Your phone was lighting up with texts from Justin.

“You never told me his name… but, uh, he isn’t by any chance… Justin Foley… is he?” Clay sounded a little upset, but also something else. Almost like he was worried about me.

“You know him?” you asked, surprised.

“God damn it (Y/N). Out of every asshole in this freaking city, you had to be Justin Foley’s girlfriend?!” He was a little loud, but thankfully no one heard.

“What are you talking about?”

“Wait until this period is over” Clay was somewhere between crazy angry and crazy worried.

It felt like ten years passed by till that bell rang. You and Clay got out of the class faster than anyone else, and he pulled you into an empty room. He sighed loudly and heavily.

“Okay, shoot” you said, anxious. The whole thing got into your skin so badly that you even forgot to check Justin’s messages. You had a bad feeling about whatever was it that Clay wanted you to know. You didn’t want to hear it but you wanted it to be over asap. He didn’t spoke a single word. “Clay! Seriously! Tell me now!”

He looked into your eyes, and all the anger was gone. You realized he wasn’t just worried, he was sad. He knew he was about to shatter your heart into a million pieces. And so he did.

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You knocked in Justin’s door with so much strength that your hand started to hurt and bruise. You knew he was home. He was probably procrastinating on his couch like he did everyday after school. That fucking idiot. That fucking, fucking idiot.

“JUSTIN OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW” you yelled so loud your throat burned. You heard his hurried footsteps and the noise of the keys while he gracelessly unlocked the door to let you in.

You didn’t even look at him. You were so mad that your whole vision was red and blurry. He reached out for you quickly, tried to touch your arm and desperately checked out if you were hurt or something. You pushed him and, since he wasn’t expecting it, he did move a few inches back.

“(Y/N)…”

“You shut up and listen!” you weren’t screaming anymore, but your voice was filled with hate and anger. He shut the door with his foot and walked towards you, but you backed away.

“Babe I’m sorry that I told you by text, but I didn’t had the guts to tell you in person”

“I didn’t even read your text, that’s not what this is about”

He seemed a little hurt.

“You didn’t read it” you couldn’t tell if it was a question or an affirmation. You didn’t care either.

“I was too busy finding out you spread out lies that lead a girl to kill herself and, oh, also you let a guy RAPE your last girlfriend!” your throat ached. Justin looked like he was punched in the stomach repeatedly. His eyes filled with tears immediately. “Oh stop crying, it’s too late for that”

He didn’t move or say anything. He just stood there and cried, not much at first, but then his silent tears turned into sobbing and it looked like he was hardly breathing. Still, he didn’t move a finger. Neither did you.

It just went on and on. He wouldn’t stop. It was so horrible, the whole thing, that you started crying too. The second he noticed, he forced himself to stop crying and ran to you.

“No, no, baby please don’t cry” Justin said with a broken voice. He tried to wipe your tears but you didn’t let him.

“Why, Justin? Why would you do that?” you asked, so low he barely heard. He breathed heavily.

“Bryce… he gave me everything. He was all I had. Since we were kids he and his family, they knew… they knew things about me” he looked away.

“This is not the time for secrets” you spoke more fiercely now.

“I’m sorry. I mean- Bryce and his family knew about the things that happened in my house. My mom took a lot of guys home and they were all just… animals, you know? They would choke me, beat me, kick me, punch me, and my mom would just stand there and watch. They didn’t give me food and didn’t give me money to buy it myself. They let me starve for days. Sometimes there wasn’t even water, just their vodka and their whiskey. It was hell, (Y/N). All the food I had, Bryce was the one who gave me. All my clothes. All the pain killers. It was all him, always. He was a brother to me. I let him share Hannah’s picture, but I hated myself for it. Unfortunately I wasn’t man enough to stop him or even apologize to Hannah. And I let him inside the room with Jessica, yes, but I didn’t want to. I tried to tell him she was my girlfriend and I didn’t want him to touch her. He didn’t listen. When I tried to stop him he pushed me out and locked the door. I could have done more, I know that. I could have screamed and called the cops, but I couldn’t do it to either of them. Jessica would be exposed, Bryce would go to jail. I loved them, both of them. I just couldn’t”

You listened to every word in complete silence, your eyes widened. You didn’t know about any of the things he said about his house situation. He never told you. Also, he never even mentioned Bryce or Jessica. You didn’t even know he used to go to Liberty High until Clay told you.

“I don’t know you at all” you whispered. “I have to leave. I need some time to think… to figure it all out, I mean”

Justin nodded, looking heartbroken. You quietly made your way to the door and left, stopping only to give him a sad glance before closing the door behind you. You entered your apartment, ripped off your shoes aggressively and lied down on the carpet. You felt your phone buzz inside your jeans’ pocket and slowly reached out for it. You saw lots of notifications, the most recent coming from Clay.

[Argila | 3:32 P.M.] Hey
[Argila | 3:45 P.M.] I’m worried about you
[Argila | 3:57 P.M.] Did you talk to Justin?
[Argila | 4:01 P.M.] (Y/N) please answer me
[Argila | 4:01 P.M.] if I don’t hear from you until 4:15 I’ll send the police to your building

You checked the time. 4:13 p.m., still on time.

[You | 4:13 P.M.] chill

You checked your other notifications and saw the texts Justin sent you while you were at class. You knew you would regret it, but you opened his chat.

[Justin | 11:27 A.M.] Okay here it goes
[Justin | 11:27 A.M.] I’m sorry I only said it once in my life and even then it ended up badly
[Justin | 11:27 A.M.] I’m afraid and I’m sorry, I wish I could tell you like a normal guy would… looking at your beautiful face and holding your hands
[Justin | 11:28 A.M.] but I can’t so you’ll have to settle for this
[Justin | 11:28 A.M.] I love you
[Justin | 11:28 A.M.] So much it aches
[Justin | 11:29 A.M.] You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t ever wanna lose you

Reminiscence.

Memories are recollections of past events that have occurred throughout our lives. The most precious memories are of the special moments we share with the people we love. These timeless treasures become imprinted in our hearts and in our minds forever and even when we are reminded of them, they bring us just as much love and joy as before.

The silence was unbelievably loud. Even the softest sound - like a pin drop - would have an echo-equivalent to heavy furniture being tossed around. However, the quietness was surprisingly calm and rather comfortable.

(Your Name) sat in between Justin’s legs. Her head was leaning back against him and was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Their hands interlocked with one another under the warm water. Justin had his arms wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest.

There were candles all around; a few lining the edge of the bathtub while one larger candle rested on the bathroom counter near the edge, giving the room a dimmed glow.

“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked in a whisper. (Your Name)’s eyes were glued to the marble tile wall ahead, though she wasn’t even looking at the wall at all. The feeling of Justin’s arms around her and the steam rising from the water touching her bare skin and relaxing her muscles sent her into a state of euphoria. She stared off into space, taking in the moment between them so that it would become etched in her heart and her mind like a stone.

“Baby?” Justin muttered in (Your Name)’s ear, this time catching her attention. His lips moved along the base of her neck, brushing ever so gently along her wet skin.

“Hmm?” she hummed before closing her eyes and turning her head towards his chest.

His lips curled into a smile upon noticing the look of relaxation wash over (Your Name)’s face. He placed several feather-like kisses across her right temple. “What’s on your mind, princess?” he asked her once more.

(Your Name) shrugged her shoulders, letting her eyes slowly flutter open so they would meet Justin’s dark honey orbs.

“Just how nice this feels,” she says with a radiant smile. “We should do this more often.” Justin’s smile becomes wider and he lightly kisses the tip of her nose. “We will, baby girl, I promise,” he says in a soft voice.

Once again, there was a sedative silence that became engulfed around them. (Your Name) slowly turned her body onto her side so that her cheek was resting flat on Justin’s chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat pounded in her ear, she closed her eyes and listened to its rhythmic pulse. Justin lifted their hands that were still intertwined from the water and brought them up to his lips.

“Tell me a story,” (Your Name) whispered, lifting her head up to see Justin kissing each of her fingers.

Confusion sets in Justin’s eyes and his lips break away from (Your Name)’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

(Your Name) gave him a soft smile and once again settled her head back down on his chest. “Tell me a story… I want to listen to your voice.” She lightly kissed the crown tattoo underneath his collarbone and laid her cheek flat against his chest.

Justin couldn’t resist the smile creeping across his lips. Leaning back against the cast iron tub - feeling the coldness touch his perspiring skin - he began drawing imaginary circles all over (Your Name)’s back with his left hand while his right entangled within her damp, tangled locks.

“Remember the first time I asked you out?”

(Your Name)’s heart fluttered as the sudden memory of Justin asking her out on a date for the first time flooded her mind. She let out a hinted giggle as she remembers the very first thing she ever said to him.

“And I flat out said no?” she added.

The flashback of meeting Justin for the first time suddenly clouded over her memory.

They met during a period of (Your Name)’s life where she had created a huge wall between herself and others, isolating her trust and reliability in other people.

She wasn’t looking for a relationship. In fact, even friendship became something she was too afraid to get wrapped up in. She wanted to spare herself of feeling the pain of loneliness and heartbreak again.

Justin was a bit of a bachelor; he dated a lot but he had never been in a committed relationship. He would meet a girl, take her on a few dates and before things would turn serious, he would suggest that they only be friends. He called it - keeping his options open - until he found the right girl.

He ran away from ever chance to fall in love until he met (Your Name). The first time he saw her, she was sitting at a table outside of a small coffee shop studying for a college exam. He took one look at her and instantly became enraptured by her.

Her hair was pinned up in a low messy bun to prevent it from falling in front of her face. She would occasionally push her reading glasses up after they had slid down the bridge of her nose. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He nonchalantly watched her as she turned each page of her book; her left hand clutched into a fist while her chin rested above it as it was held up by her elbow. Her innocent appeal is what attracted him to her.

Justin then made the bold move and finally approached her to say hello. She lifted her eyes from her book and when they met his, she gave him welcoming smile. There was an instant attraction between them as they sat at that table and talked for almost three hours; they shared their interests with each other and were immediately surprised to realize just how much they had in common.

With every word, Justin became more interested in (Your Name); the more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know. Finally, Justin made the brave decision and asked (Your Name) on a date, admitting he wished to see her again.

However, he was quickly rejected when (Your Name) said that she was not looking for a relationship. Though Justin was figuratively in the same boat, he somehow felt a strong connection to her. He confessed to her that he enjoyed talking to her and that he wanted to get to know her more. He then asked her for her phone number and asked to see her again; not as a romantic date but simply as a meeting between two friends.

Though she was still skeptical, (Your Name) evidently gave in and agreed to meet him again. They both exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following night.

Lifting her head off his chest, (Your Name) looked up at Justin; his face was blank and free of any expression but she could see that he was holding back his laughter. Finally, he let out a burst of laughter and smiled.

“When you turned me down, it literally felt like a punch to the gut,” he began, his eyes then moved downwards and locked onto (Your Name). “But when I first saw you, I knew in my heart there was something special about you and I deeply wanted to find out what it was. When I asked you out and you said no, I could see it in your eyes that you were holding something back and I think that’s what made me want to get to know you more. Thinking back on it now, that was one of the best days of my life.”

He stopped and stared at (Your Name) for a moment, taking in every detail on her face; the loose strands of hair that was stuck to her damp forehead, her natural rosy cheeks, her button nose, the almost invisible freckles under each of her glistening blue eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean ocean.

“The second best day of my life is when we actually had our first date,” Justin smirked and gave (Your Name) a wink. (Your Name) grinned, thinking back to that amazing night on the beach. That was the first of many times in which (Your Name) would witness Justin’s romantic side.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday,” (Your Name) sighed happily.

“You really took me by surprise.”

“I know,” Justin replied.

“I was so nervous, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had only known you for about two weeks but I was beginning to lose control of my feelings for you so I wanted to do something extra special for you. I knew you deserved better than just an ordinary dinner or movie date and flowers and chocolates.”

He knew how to make things sound like they came directly out of a Nicholas Sparks’ novel, and that’s exactly how that night felt.

Even at just the instant thought brought back the same feeling as it did before.

That was the night (Your Name) knew she was in love with him. For the first time in her life, she was swept off of her feet and left speechless by how much effort Justin put into making the date special.

She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The sun was setting over the ocean, painting the sky a bright shade of pink. A trail of rose petals lined with small candles began on the end of the boardwalk.

As (Your Name) followed the aisle down the beach, she was immediately taken by surprise by the sight of a small wooden table accompanied by two chairs, the rose petals circling around it. There were four polls planted into the sand, one in each corner holding up the bright fairy lights above.

Justin stood in the sand with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. They sat and talked while admiring the sunset. When it became dark, the moon and the stars illuminated the night sky. It was then that Justin admitted his feelings for (Your Name). Despite only knowing each other for less than a month, he referred their time together as the greatest few weeks of his life and that there was no doubt in his mind he wanted to be with her.

(Your Name) began to tear up as she heard those words. Before meeting Justin, she had her mind and heart set on anything but a relationship and the weeks she spent getting to know him made her walls fall down and her vulnerability slowly fade away.

For the first time in a long time, she said those three little words. Three little words she had almost forgotten the meaning of.

“You were the first person to ever make me feel like I mattered. I never thought I would ever meet someone who would do something so special like that just for me. You gave me a whole new perspective on letting people in and showed me that it’s okay to trust people again,” (Your Name) spoke in a hushed whisper, bringing Justin’s hand that overlapped hers up to her lips and gently kissed the top of his hand.

“Is that why you told me you love me?”

His boost of confidence made her giggle.

“Well I would say it was because of your attractive looks but whatever floats your boat,” she teases and gives him a wink.

Justin gasps, placing his free hand over his heart. “That’s harsh, babe,” he says, trying to sound shocked but (Your Name) can hear in his voice that he’s trying hard not to laugh.

“I’m kidding, baby,” (Your Name) says, not wanting to tease him anymore. Her right-hand reaches under his chin, pulling his head down towards hers. She kisses him softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile against hers. “But I do consider your attractive looks to be a pretty good bonus,” she says against his lips and kisses him again.

***

By now, the bath water was slowly beginning to get cold. (Your Name) pulled herself up and stepped out of the tub. Justin followed close behind her and grabbed two towels off of the bathroom counter. Wrapping one around his waist, he wrapped the other around (Your Name)’s body, giving her a quick kiss on her wet shoulder.

Exiting the en suite, (Your Name) entered the bedroom and walked over to the dresser. She picked out a pair of gray fleece pajamas and a white top with forearm length sleeves. She quickly dried herself off and changed into them. Justin changed into just a pair of gray sweatpants and turned off the lights in the bathroom as well as the bedroom before climbing into bed next to (Your Name).

Crawling in underneath the cotton sheets - letting its warmth engulf around him - Justin embraced (Your Name), enclosing his arms around her waist. For a moment, neither of them spoke; Justin’s cool breath - that had a hint of peppermint - penetrated the base of (Your Name)’s neck, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hand gently grasps his forearm.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting every muscle in her body relax.

“Do you remember the first night I held you in my arms like this?”

Justin mumbled, his lips brushing swiftly against (Your Name)’s neck.

Thinking back to that night in Justin’s home, a smile etched across (Your Name)’s lips. She turned herself over so she was laying on her back. Justin pushed himself upward, holding his body weight up on his elbow.

“You fell asleep on my lap and I watched you for hours…not trying to sound creepy,” Justin chuckled while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I remember how peaceful you looked. I didn’t want to wake you so I carried you up here so you would be more comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second, you looked so beautiful. Finally, I wrapped my arms around you and within seconds I passed out. It was the first good night sleep I had in a long time.”

Reminiscing that night in his mind, Justin wandered off into a daydream.

“How’s your headache?” Justin asked.

(Your Name) groaned as she laid across the living room sofa. “My head is pounding…like someone is hitting me constantly with a sledgehammer,” she buried her face into one of the gray cushions that accompanied the couch and curled her legs up so that her knees were tight to her chest.

Justin sat on the edge of the sofa beside her and handed her a glass of water and two small tablets. “Here, takes these, they should make you feel better.” (Your Name) sat up long enough to take the Advil and consume a few sips of water before laying back down.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” he asked generously, combing his fingers through her hair. (Your Name) shook her head and closed her eyes. The pounding in her head was too unbearable to stay awake.

Justin smiled sadly at (Your Name). He didn’t know what else to do, he just wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

Then he got an idea.

Grabbing the other couch cushion, he sat on the opposite end of the sofa. “Babe?” he whispered. (Your Name) opened her eyes and saw Justin sitting with the pillow on his lap. “Come here,” he smiled and patted down on the pillow, motioning her to lay her head in his lap. Pulling herself up, she moved closer to him and laid her head down on the pillow. Justin began brushing through her hair with his fingers, soothing her.

“Better?” he asked.

With her eyes closed once again, (Your Name) nodded her head and snuggled down into his lap. Justin leaned down and gently kissed her temple. “Try and get some rest, baby,” he continued to brush through her hair as he watched her. Within minutes, (Your Name) was sound asleep.

It had felt like hours they had been sitting there. Justin watched (Your Name) as she slept peacefully in his lap. She looked so peaceful; so relaxed. Justin couldn’t help but smile from time to time, combing through her tangled hair and watching her chest slowly rise up and down with every breath.

It was almost midnight and (Your Name) began to stir in her sleep. Knowing she would be more comfortable upstairs, Justin scooped her up in his arms, careful to not wake her up and carried her up to his room.

He laid her down on the mattress and pulled the blankets over her, letting her sink into the comfort of the bed sheets and climbed in beside her.

He now had a clear view of her face and he stared at her in awe. This was a side of her that he had never seen before; the way her hair was sprawled out over the pillow behind her; the way her eyelids flickered like she was dreaming; her breathing was at a slow and alternating pace. Her whole face just looked so much at ease. Her natural beauty was really showing for the first time.

Wanting to be closer to her, Justin moved in and wrapped his arm around her waist. He carefully pulled her into his chest, letting her head rest comfortably underneath his chin. With his right arm draped over her hip, his left arm curled under her head until his hand rested on the back of her head.

He held her in his arms, not ever wanting to let her go. Though she was highly unaware of it, (Your Name) made him feel safe and happy, unlike anyone else has ever made him feel. Everything about her was perfect to him. It was hard to resist just how deeply and unbelievably in love he is with her.

“I love you.”

He knew she most likely didn’t hear him but he felt like he had to say it. Every chance he got to say those three words - whether she heard them or not - he would take it.

Kissing the top of her head, Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and he slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The countless sleepless nights were now far behind him.

All because of her.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth, Justin looked at (Your Name) and smiled. The memories brought back every feeling; every emotion, and they felt just the same in the present as they did 3 years ago.

“Before that night, I had never slept in the same room as someone else let alone the same bed, especially with a guy,” (Your Name) could feel her cheeks getting warm as she spoke. “You were the first one…you were the first of many things for me and looking back at it all now, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

Justin smiled, gently tracing the shape of her jaw with his fingers. “I can’t imagine my life without you… ever since that day I saw you sitting in that café, you’ve turned my life around. Every memory I have with you, I cherish more and more each day. I love you with all my heart and soul, (Your Full Name).”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

Embracing her cheek in the palm of his hand, Justin leaned in slowly until his lips overlapped with (Your Name)’s.

Switching off the lamp on the bedside table, they both settled down under the blankets. “Sweet dreams,” (Your Name) whispered, giving Justin’s cheek a quick kiss before snuggling down into his chest. “Goodnight, baby girl,” he kisses the top of her head and laid his head on the pillow with his chin touching her head.

It didn’t take long for both of them to feel their eyes flutter shut. Holding onto each other and wrapping themselves into their warm embrace, they felt a peaceful dullness wash over them within seconds.

The End 

Coffee Shop AU Masterlist

the view from the top. -  When Viktor gets hurt, he’s forced to take the season off. He decides to go have some him time, and decides to get on a plane that goes anywhere. He ends up in a little town, finding himself very taken with the adorable barista in town. But the closer he gets with the closer he gets with the cute little barista, he soon finds he might not be as far away from the ice as he thought.

Warm Like Milk and Honey -  Coffee shop AU where Viktor is a business man that does Russian translation through an English company. Chris is his best friend who introduces him to The Harmony Coffee Shop and his favorite Barista Yuuri! Yuuri is currently attending university, hating his life and only has one friend. He struggles with his depression and the overwhelming desire to be close to someone. But also fears rejection and the lies that people often tell.

Katsuki Coffee -  Viktor with a K. Honestly, how hard is it to understand that he meant his name was spelled with a k not a c?

Cherry Blossoms - What would you like today?” A gentle, smooth voice interrupted his reading. Viktor closed his phone and opened his mouth to order as he looked up.The words died in his throat and he felt like he was just punched in the gut when all the air in his lungs suddenly deserted him.There was a goddamn angel in front of him.

Look into your eyes and the, sky’s the limit - Viktor didn’t believe in love at first sight until he saw Yuuri Katsuki and immidiately had his world view changed. Falling in love with someone so eager to protect their heart is an undertaking he had never thought himself up to - but somehow, when it’s Yuuri, every piece of effort is worth it.Viktor is a would be principal ballerina in his last year studying at the Royal Ballet School in London, and he meets Yuuri Katsuki, a part time barista and veterinary student, one rushed morning and proceeds to fall for him. And then its a process of him convincing Yuuri to love him back, all the while chasing his dream, juggling friendships and coping with the fast paced life of a student in their final year.

Can’t Wait For the Sun to Rise Again - Victor discovers a new café to study. The atmosphere is calm and propice to learning.But is it all there is to find in this quiet place?

Walls - There are many walls in Victor Nikiforov’s life. After his sudden retirement, he has nothing, hears nothing, and is lonely, injured and traumatised. Nothing goes right.Until he meets a cute barista with long black hair and glasses who makes a sweet, sweet latte.

Coffee And Contemplation -  Yuuko and Takeshi run a small café off the New York University campus and when Yuuri decided to go abroad to study how to be a doctor, they offered him a job. Yuuri expected to be tired, deal with rude customers every day, and study every second of his free time but what he didn’t expect was his life-long idol to walk through the doors.

here’s to the fools - “H-Hello. How may I help you today?”The Victor Nikiforov slid his sunglasses down his nose, and Yuuri was suddenly confronted with sparkling eyes so blue he could die. Maybe he did. Maybe he’s dead and his soul had ascended to heaven. He really couldn’t tell anymore.God, the Russian man was as devastatingly beautiful in real life as he was on film. Not fair. Not even remotely fair.(In which Victor is an actor with a 1000 watt smile and Yuuri is the cute barista of the cafe across the lot from the film company where he works.)

My little paradise - Victor Nikiforov is a painter suffering from a severe case of artists block, craving inspiration.But when his little brother Yuri forces him to take him to a job opening at a local cafe, Victor meets Yuri Katsuki, the cute barista from YuTopia and a dance major at the local collage, and he finds his block gone.

You’re warmer than the scent of a caffè latte - At the mention of his name, Victor’s face brightens up, “you remembered my name!”Of course I did, Yuuri thinks, you’re the guy that I’ve been hopelessly pining over for the past three months since I found this place.“Yeah,” is what Yuuri says instead.

Shoebox of Photographs -  Unlucky culinary grad student, Katsuki Yuuri, comes to Tokyo in search of a future pursuing his cooking passions. Instead, he finds more adventure than he’s bargained for…in the form of a dog Cafe run by a certain Russian model.

Fairy Kisses and Dandelion Wishes - Yuuri is fae-touched, a human so beloved and favored by the fairy race that he has gained some of their powers. When he’s not hanging out at the arboretum with his fairy friends, Yuuri is working at a coffee shop.Viktor is a famous actor who is smitten with Yuuri, unknowing of the man’s true nature. Unfortunately, Yuuri was never good at keeping a secret.

Café Latte -  Basically, barista Yuri is bad at budgeting and is forced to find alternative methods to make rent. He works at a coffee shop owned by Viktor. Otabek comes from a wealthy family, and is willing to help in exchange for a questionable agreement.

Hot Chocolate - They were supposed to meet on their stage. Yuuri was supposed to save for a coach, for competition fees and travel expenses, was supposed to worm his way into the big leagues and find Viktor there waiting.Viktor was not supposed to find him, sweating his ass off in this too-small too-hot coffee shop.

sugary sweet -  Katsuki Yuuri works at a coffee shop. Unfortunately, it is a coffee shop that happens to be his idol’s favorite. He regularly sees the vlogger he has posters of, which he’s not sure if that’s good or bad. Yuuri also has a not safe for work blog that he updates, with a rather sweet, odd anon.
It’s also an issue that he fantasizes that this anon is his idol. He’d never really date a guy like Yuuri, right?

Honey Bread -  Two years after retiring from figure skating, Viktor Nikiforov stumbles into an empty Starbucks and meets a very charming barista.

Cups of Coffee and Cats -  When Viktor offers Yuri a job at the cafe Bean Queen, Yuri decides to try out. While there, he finally recognizes a person who has been admiring him from afar for a long time.

maybe it’s fate -  Yuri Plisetsky doesn’t believe in love. He’s very adamant about his disbelief, going as far as to rant to his coworkers about how he feels.
It’s in the middle of one of these rants that something like fate brings a man through the door, a man in a leather jacket and holding a helmet asking for help with his broken down bike.

Reality Bites Me - Veronica Lodge x Reader

Warnings: Really light swearing

Request by @riverdalexoxo : Hey, can you do a Veronica x reader where Veronica is angry at the reader bc she forgot an anniversary and she makes the reader sleep on the couch but they make up at the end with a lot of ~kisses~ thank you ur awesome ilu

I really hope you like this :) ilu2

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a lot of weird headcanons about sirius black's life

- he was born blonde, shockingly blonde, to the point of being confused as some malfoy clone. walburga didn’t appreciate this. abraxas malfoy thought it was hilarious.

- when regulus was born, he cried and cried and cried, but he wouldn’t let the poor baby out of his sight. he slept on the floor of the nursery and tried to hold hands with regulus through the bars of the crib. his mother thought it was particularly odd but still couldn’t force sirius to leave until regulus was too old for the nursery

- by the age of four, sirius had words like “mudblood” on the tip of his tongue, thrown around the same way anyone else would use “jerk” or “idiot”. that’s just what it meant to him

- once, when he was seven, regulus tried to throw play-punches at sirius in a ship and sirius called him a mudblood out of retaliation. the storekeeper threw them both out and walburga held onto them both by the shoulders, whispering, “he doesn’t know what’s coming to him” and explaining to the boys that the word meant nothing bad at all.

- his mother used to burn photos of muggles in the daily prophet. she’d see them in the backgrounds of photos taken in the muggle world next to articles explaining the newest muggle technology and just burn them, muttering curses and saying, “you see, sirius, dear, this is what we must do to keep ourselves safe.” this was the first time sirius ever felt a gut instinct that his mother might have been wrong.

- his parents didn’t bat an eye when nine year old sirius sprinted into their living room and exclaimed that he was going to marry the handsome, male lead singer of the hobgoblins. “at least pick someone pureblood,” orion had said without lifting his eyes from the newspaper he’d been reading. sirius grinned.

- he loved his parents so much he cried when they dropped him off at platform nine and three quarters.

- when he was sorted into gryffindor, he had no doubt in his mind that his parents would accept him either way. they had loved him dearly, hadn’t they? (he didn’t get a letter back from them about it until two months letter.)

- he didn’t instantly become friends with james potter. they had a sort of competitiveness with one another for the first couple months of their first year, always outdoing each other in classes and racing on the grounds and “look, professor, my rat turned into a pincushion before potter’s -”, “no, it didn’t, his pincushion still has a tail -”  and “EVANS! hey, evans, see, black can’t do this on a broom, can he?”, “i can do way more with a broom than you can -”.

- they became friends through remus, who was forced to tutor them both (thanks to mcgonagall) in every class since they couldn’t bother to study when they were too busy trying to prove themselves to each other.  "you two would get along,“ remus remarked casually as he attempted to explain the proper way to flick your wand when turning a pin into a glass. potter and black looked at each other.  "no,” they said.  "well, maybe you two put together could make one proper wizard,“ remus said.  ”…he’s got a point there. my parents’ll kill me if they see one more bloody notice from mcgonagall about detention. shake on it, james?“ james grinned and held out his hand.

- peter pettigrew sort of got dragged along into this mess by sirius, who decided peter was kind enough to be part of their group when the other three of them started plotting out a way to map out the secret entrances of the castle so they could get into the kitchens at night. "sirius, i don’t think i can help -” peter said as sirius (literally) dragged him from their room and into the common room at midnight. “nonsense, peter! if we have four people instead of three, then we’ve got a better chance of survival-”  "survival???“  "yeah. you’re smart! professor flitwick said your charms are better than most of our year’s, remember?”  "well, um -“  "c'mon, pettigrew, you’re gonna get food out of this!”

- sirius realized muggles were people all on his own. it helped that when he met remus’ parents, his mother was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and she was a muggle, and if a muggle raised remus - the kindest boy he’d ever met - then how bad could they be? 

- severus snape was not his worst enemy as much as he was the person that was supposed to “fix him” and “keep him away from the gryffindor boys”, according to his parents. he didn’t quite hate snape until he realized this was the whole reason severus started talking to him in the first place.

- sirius says, “so james says you’re a werewolf?”  and remus says, “mhmm.” so sirius says,  "that’s… awful. i’m sorry.“  and remus says, ”’s alright. you’re not scared, either?“ and sirius says, definitively, "i’ll help you, okay? whatever you need. you’re just remus. the werewolf part of you is just a bonus.” and remus smiles.

- walburga black started ignoring him completely during his second year. his summers were more lonely than he thought they ever could be, especially when his letters from the potters, from the lupins, and the pettigrews were shredded and burned before he ever saw them.

- their third year in a nutshell: “james.”

“what?”

“JAMES.”

“SIRIUS.”

“JAMES.”

“SIRIUS." 

"for the love of merlin, i am trying to SLEEP; could you two please just make out and shut up already?”

“sorry, moony." 

"JAMES!”

- sirius black started kissing girls in broom closets during their fourth year just to see what it was like. he wasn’t gay, you know, just… he liked both. (he thought.) and girls were pretty. and they thought he was pretty. and it made sense, yeah? it made sense to kiss them. it wasn’t fireworks or anything… more like sparks. (maybe if he loved them, it would’ve made a difference. that’s what he told himself, anyway.)

- his best friend, by far, was lily evans. she’d kind of decided to kick his ass when he left marlene in tears after he kissed her and said he wasn’t interested in dating, and well, sirius kind of loved her for it. she yelled and yelled and yelled at him and all he could do was give some shit-eating grin and say “sorry. do you wanna hang out at hogsmeade next week?” and she just glared at him and said, “i’m not going on a date with you, asshole” and he just said, “god, no, i’d never date you - no offense, but james would kill me. you just seem fun.” and they did have fun. and they never looked back. 

- his favorite subject was transfiguration for no reason other than that mcgonagall was the mother to replace his real mother slipping through his fingers.

- sometimes sirius would slip up and say mudblood, and his friends would all look at each other and they’d say, “sirius-” in that voice only mothers use to scold their children, and sirius’ eyes would get all wide and he’d bow his head and he’d say “sorry” and he’d say it over and over and over again until he thought he purged the word out of his system.

- he started kissing boys in fifth year. no one who knew him thought it was all that strange, but those who didn’t certainly did.

- grimmauld place was so empty and lonely and cold every summer that he started cutting up the walls in his bedroom and talking to the portraits instead of his family. he decided to run away when regulus stopped looking him in the eye, slipped out of his house in the middle of the night after packing his bags, and showed up on the potter’s doorstep as padfoot. he cried himself to sleep when they took him in.

- “YOU AND LILY ARE DATING? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? IS SHE UNDER A CURSE?  LILY, ARE YOU OKAY, OH MERLIN, JAMES, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU USED AN UNFORGIVABLE CURSE ON HER-" 

- albus dumbledore once told him that he would amount to things far greater than he could ever imagine. he never forgot that, either, through everything.

- the second they graduated, he joined the order of the phoenix and feared for his friends’ lives.

- one time, in the middle of the night, when the death eaters started picking off powerful witches and wizards one by one, after they’d lost so many people, sirius and remus stayed up all night at remus’ place. they huddled together, side by side, underneath a blanket, wands clutched in their fists like lifelines, watching their windows for any green lights that might go off. "remus?” sirius had whispered. “sirius?” remus had whispered back. he kissed remus then, for the first time. “i just needed to do that. at least once.” it was the only time, too.

- harry james potter was the light of his life. when he was born, sirius held his godson in his arms and sobbed great big happy tears, lily and james smiling at each other the whole time.

- he cared more that lily and james had passed than he did about them dragging him, kicking and screaming and aching, to azkaban for “killing peter”. 

- azkaban never treated anyone well, but sirius black lost every inch of who he used to be in there. the outgoingness, the laughter,, the dancing on tables, the kissing boys in broom closets, the shit-eating grins, the pranks, the late night talks, the sleep deprived and slurred phrases, the “mishief managed”’s, all that joy - just disappeared, just leaked out of him through the years of waste. he spent more years in that prison than he did with his best friends. he spent more years thinking about them than being with them.

- he was never as angry with peter as he should have been. he just couldn’t make himself despise him. he could want to kill him - he could be angry with him - but he just couldn’t, in his mind, think “peter” and “evil” were synonymous.

- when he saw harry again - he was almost embarassed. almost sad that he was the way he was, so shaggy and matted and broken, half the man he should’ve been for the boy he cared so deeply for, the boy who saved him. who saved all of them. but he could’ve cried out of happiness when he saw him. he wanted nothing more than to hug him, to hug this last little reminder of the man who used to be, this boy who would change his life. 

- when he saw remus again, he saw flashes of the lives they were supposed to have - lives they could have had. lives they couldn’t have anymore. he wanted nothing more than to hug him and kiss him and relish in how old they’d gotten and how young they still were.

- every time he saw harry, he was reminded of why he was doing this, why he was joining the order again, why he was fighting agan. in more ways than one. for james. for lily. for harry. for everyone.

- when sirius black died, sacrificing himself for people he loved, becoming a martyr - he died smiling.

It Is What It Is (Monster Woo)

Anonymous asked: Oh loll how bout a monster woo one where you two break up and the reader is pregnant and he’s with someone else. Or like how bout a sad monster woo one he’s with her just because she looks like an ex and it gets real sad and feely. Or even better what if those two ideas got like intertwined with each other but your the writer so I’ll leave t up to you loll thank youuu

Originally posted by agentstarlight

    It had been almost a week since you’d last seen Youngwoo, but it felt like longer. He told you he was busy with work, that he was working on some choreography for a new idol group. You understood that, and you were patient, but how was it that he had time to go out for drinks with Tres, as you saw on his Instagram story, or go shopping, as you learned from his Snapchat one, but not enough time to see you? It felt like you were losing him, and the thought scared you.

    You were in bed when your phone buzzed. You immediately opened the text from Youngwoo, though your heart had already sunk just from reading the preview. can I come over? we need to talk.

    Yeah, that’d be good, you sent back, and then got out of bed, pulling on some sweats and a t-shirt. Normally you dressed to try to impress him but there was no point tonight if he was coming to break up with you, as it seemed was almost certainly the case.

    When the knock came on the door, you let him in, but he didn’t greet you, wouldn’t meet your eyes, and just slipped by to sit down on your couch, not even taking off his coat or shoes.

    “Do you remember my ex Minyoung that I told you about?” he asked finally.

    “Yeah,” you said, sitting down across from him.

    “And how I deleted all my pictures of her from my social media?”

    “Yeah,” you said.

    “Well…” he sighed, looking down at his hands. “The truth is… you look like her.”

    He looked up, meeting your eyes just as your face fell. The realization of the meaning of his words hit you like a punch in the gut. “And that’s why you’re dating me,” you said, stating it more than asking.

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CYCLE SIXTY-FIVE

So I don’t normally do this, but this week’s TAZ episode drove me absolutely crazy and I actually had to write fanfic. For the first time in my adult life. I had to work out Lucretia’s character arc during Cycle Sixty-Five, and I hope you’ll enjoy. 

The world is ending. One lonely little nerd, camped out on a planet that doesn’t understand her, must discover the strength to hold off the apocalypse.

Day One

Her head was on fire. So was the hall.

“Davenport?” she whispered as she sat up. The hall was above her, somehow. The ship was sitting on its side. “Magnus? Merle?” If there’d been some kind of accident, they’d come to save her. “Lupe?” A beam of agony split her head as a metal beam creaked, ripped, and crashed loudly just around the corridor. If the mage was practicing her fire spells near Lucretia’s books, after she’d been told over and over …

But there was nothing. No response. Not even Lupe’s apology-minus-actual-apology little snorted laugh. She was alone, and her uniform—fresh, in her recorded state—was soaked with water

My cabin, she remembered. Davenport and Magnus had been arguing over their first stop, and she’d ducked back into her cabin to get away. She hated it when they argued. I went back to my cabin. There was an explosion. The water …

“Fisher!” she yelled, scrambling to her feet. Water was dripping from a long crack in the voidfish’s tank. The beast itself was nervously twisting its tentacles left and right, humming a fearful tune.

She shouted, kicking fallen books out of the stream’s path as she ran for her gear trunk. The duct tape was on the very bottom, beneath a dozen extra quills and a box of cartography tools. Silver tape tore in her teeth as she slapped sections over the leak. At last, the flow slowed, and the voidfish stilled.

“Stay right there,” she said, trying to sound authoritative. The voidfish didn’t seem reassured. “I’ll go get your buddy. Magnus will make this right. He’ll protect us.”

It made a nervous cooing sound.

“No, I’m not sure what calamari is,” she lied. “But don’t worry, I won’t let Taako anywhere near you.”

The fire had died down. The walls were steel—only the wooden supply crates had burned in the blast’s aftermath—and her shoes had enough grip that she could climb the listing hall. Dim sunlight was filtering through the ship. The hull had been breached somewhere. We were attacked! She should hear the mage twins shouting taunts as they returned fire, the pounding crack of the electric siege ballista Magnus had picked up eight cycles ago. All was still.

What will we do? she thought, trying to distract herself from the stillness. This was a bleak world they’d come to. There’d be no beach time, no painting. There’d been less and less of that in the past few cycles. It’ll probably take us months to repair this damage, and the Light of Creation … how could they hope to retrieve it in time if they spent all their year making repairs? Another damned plane. Another.

After so long, it felt like a punch in the gut. Would she spend another year tucked in her room, interviewing this world’s inhabitants, scrawling down another history only she would read? It was the only thing she could do. The only thing she was good for. The only weapon she had.

Merle, she thought, coughing as she climbed across the tipped bridge. The metal of the rail was still hot. Blisters sprung up where her fingers accidentally brushed it. Merle, where are you? She needed the old dwarf, his terrible jokes, his practically-negligent spellcraft, his deep well of faith in humanity and their mission. “Hello?” she called. “Anyone? Anyone?”

Her voice echoed off the vaulted metal ceiling. A terrible panic gripped her. It was like she was back in grade school all over again, walking into a cafeteria where people would laugh at her and pull on her bun, banished to a table on the far side of the room where her only friends were her books. Stay calm, Lucretia. You’re almost a hundred years old. You can handle this.

At last, she could peer through the hole the blast had left. Tracks led off into the distance. Heavy wheels had rutted an impromptu path. Close-set steps showed where a halfling had walked for a few meters—then, where he’d collapsed and been dragged.

She was alone.

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How about a surge of emotion causing a hug with Pidge and Hunk?

She’d finally done it.  It was done.  The next time they found a mining colony or a slave ship or a prison or any other of the godawful places her father might be, the scanner in her hand would be able to tell her, from the outside, whether he was there or not.  It would give a number of life forms, then break it down by known species, using the information she’d downloaded from the Castle’s mainframe.  Every living thing would show up, numbered and categorized, and if there was a human on the list, she could be almost certain it would be her family.  They would know the number of guards.  They would know the number of prisoners.  They would know everything.  And she would find her dad.

Hunk was excited too, sitting next to her in the away pod they’d borrowed to run this test, but she knew he couldn’t really be feeling what she was.  Not really.

She took a deep breath and turned the scanner toward the castle, initiating its first scan.

Nothing happened.  The scanner whirred, and beeped, and made a thunking noise, and left her with a blank screen.

No.  No.  She’d worked on this for months.  She’d hunched over her laptop, coding until her back was sore.  She’d cannibalized half the technology she owned, and some of the technology around her that she didn’t.  She’d custom-made parts when she had to.  It couldn’t be a failure.  It couldn’t.  She felt like she’d been punched repeatedly in the gut.  A squeak came out of her mouth, but she wasn’t sure a squeak of what.

“Whoa, there, Pidge,” Hunk said, “It’s uh - let me just -”

He took the scanner out of her hand and she didn’t stop him.  Why should she?  It was worthless.  She was worthless and her dad and Matt were still out there and she was never going to be able to find them.

“Hmm,” Hunk said, opening the back of the scanner with a tiny screwdriver he’d pulled out of his belt pouch.  'Hmm’ nothing.  It hadn’t worked.  Pidge tried to keep breathing even against the sudden flood of despair that made it seem easier, for the moment, not to.

“Ah, no, see, there’s the problem,” Hunk said, and she turned toward him, too distraught to really make sense of that.  Why did he sound so chipper?

“You’ve got these wires crossed,” he said, gesturing to something in her peripheral vision. “Easy to do when you’re working without a blueprint.  I told you an electrical diagram would help, instead of just doing it all out of your head.  Don’t you remember what Professor Montgomery said the first day of school?  Engineering is half math and half -”

“Wait - Are you saying you can fix it?”  Pidge asked, turning toward him as her brain finally caught up to what he was rambling about.

Hunk looked up from the scanner, beaming at her.  "Oh, yeah.  I mean, I think so.  I’m like 90% sure.  The signals just aren’t making it.  Your programming’s probably fine.“

After another moment, he slipped the cover back over the scanner’s inner workings and started screwing it shut.  Pidge shouldn’t hope it would work.  Not when it meant she might have to feel disappointed all over again.  But she couldn’t help herself.  Hunk was - well, he wasn’t confident, but he was never confident and maybe-”

“There,” Hunk said, handing the device back.  "It should work now.  I think.“

She bit her lip, staring at it for a moment.  No.  She couldn’t do it.  She shoved it back at him.  "You do it.  I can’t -” she cut herself off, not sure how to explain.

“Oh, yeah, I get that,” Hunk said, “You did a lot of work on it.”  It wasn’t the point, but it didn’t matter.  He’d taken the scanner back and was pointing it at the castle.  This time, it whirred, and beeped, and dinged.

There was silence in the pod for a minute, and then she decided she was ready to know.  Not knowing if it worked was even worse than being afraid it didn’t.  "What’s it say?“ she asked.

"5 life forms,” he read off, “2 Alteans, 2 humans, and 1 question mark.  That’s probably Keith.  We should probably work on that.”

She should feel happy.  Her brain told her she should be happy.  But there was still a ringing emptiness in her chest where the shock had been when she failed.  "It worked?“ she asked.  Before Hunk could answer, it sunk in, like just saying the words made them true.  "It worked!”

Her heart filled up like it might burst, and she flung herself sideways at Hunk, hugging him as tightly as she could in such tight quarters.

“Heck yeah, it worked!” he answered, hugging her back.  "You did it, Pidge!  Now we’ll be able to find your family in no time.“

She didn’t realize she was crying until Hunk started rubbing her back.  "Whoa, wait, whoa.  This is good, Pidge!  It’s a good thing!”

She buried her face farther into his shoulder.  "I know.“

"Oh, good.  You just stay right there then.  As long as it’s happy crying.  I can get behind happy crying.”

She laughed, and almost wanted to slug him in the arm, like she would if it were Lance, but not as much as she wanted to stay here, twisted around awkwardly, for a little bit longer and embrace the knowledge that she’d done it - that they’d done it.  She was going to find her family.