it makes you homesick for a place that might not even exist


So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?


  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?


  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet


  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?


  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?


  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.


  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me
Shape of You

Alright so here’s the start of a new AU!

Nesta hasn’t seen her sisters in almost a year. When she’s invited back to their lake house for a long weekend, Feyre insists she brings the boyfriend she’s told her about. The only problem is, he doesn’t exist. 

So out of desperation, her friend sets her up with Cassian. Somehow a weekend filled with fake hand holding and kisses, turns Nesta back into the girl she was before Tomas had destroyed her and the relationship she had with her sisters.

Chapter 1

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” I slammed my laptop shut as I threw my pen across the room. Of course my sisters would decide to have a start of summer weekend at the lake. And of course they would call me out for the lies I told them about the boy I met while here in the city.

It had been almost six months since I had last seen my sisters. I moved to the city as soon as I could, as soon as I found a job that would help me pay my half of the rent. I wanted out of that small town, I had to walk away before the memories, the ghosts haunted me forever. The city was my fresh start and even though neither of them understood, they let me go.

Feyre and I talked at least once a month on the phone. She kept asking me how I was doing and she told me that Tomas still asked about me. What she didn’t understand, even though I always changed the subject, was that I didn’t want to know about Tomas. I didn’t want to know about anyone in that small ass town because they were the reason why I left. The only reason I talked to Feyre was to check up on her and Elain.

They were the only family I had left. They were the only ones who mattered.

Sure I missed them. I missed my sisters, but it wasn’t enough to make me go visit home. I wasn’t homesick, I was content here in the city, in this new life I had made for myself. I loved my job at the bookstore. I loved the fact that I could walk everywhere and that things were open well into the night. But most of all I loved the fact that no one knew me. They didn’t know the secrets that had been whispered behind my back. They didn’t know how Tomas had tried to ruin me.

They didn’t know that he had almost won that war.

I read Feyre’s email again. Our lake house, the only thing our father had left to us. The lake house that had sat unused for years until we were old enough to realize the benefits of having that big house that sat right there at the water. The only reason we still owned it was because it was completely paid off. That and somehow Feyre and her fiancee were able to keep up with it.

The lake house where so many things had happened. So many things hadn’t happened too. There had been parties, there had been underage drinking. But mostly there had been tears. From me.

I pushed away those memories and looked at my computer. What was I supposed to do? I had started the lie to make my sister feel better. For her to think I wasn’t all alone out here in the city. Because she didn’t understand that I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to be with someone who hurt me, who could destroy me. Not after I had been with Tomas for so long.

But I couldn’t tell her that truth. Not when I had fed her enough lies to make this boyfriend seem real. She was happy for me, she didn’t worry about me because she thought I had someone taking care of me. I didn’t need someone to take care of me. Just like I knew Feyre didn’t need her fiancee to take care of her. But it was nice knowing she had someone steady. She had someone real after the horrors that Tamlin had dealt her.

My sisters didn’t know about Tomas. They didn’t really know much about why I wanted to leave. It had been different when our parents died. I could’ve left and they would’ve understood. But I stayed until they were finished high school and then when Feyre announced she was getting married last year I up and left. I didn’t even say goodbye I just left a letter explaining I needed to find my own way now that they were both able to take care of themselves.

I pulled my hair hard, trying to stop the tears from filling my eyes. I didn’t cry, not easily. But I got teary eyed when I was frustrated. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So what was I supposed to do? I squeezed my eyes shut and the door to my apartment opened.

“Fuck me this can’t be happening.”

“Nesta!” I jumped at Rita’s voice, “you seem agitated.”

I met my roommate Rita at the bookstore. She was leaving for another job and I said something about needing a place to stay. We hit it off right away and I didn’t hate living with her. Sure our apartment was small, smaller than the home I had shared with my two sisters. But it was ours, I paid rent and I had my own room. Rita didn’t nag me about my mess and I didn’t nag her about hers.

We were good roommates. We got along and we left each other alone when we knew the other needed space. We were friends, but we were almost roommates. We didn’t get in each other’s business unless there was a reason to. I had gotten lucky.

I groaned, "my sisters want to have a long weekend at the lake.”

“Oh fun!”

“Not when you’ve been lying about having a boyfriend. And they want you to bring him along.”

Rita laughed, “oh shit I forgot. Damn what are you going to do?”

I shook my head, “I’ll think of something.”

I leaned back in my chair and Rita watched me. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I might know someone who can help.”

“No. The last guy you introduced me to was disgusting.”

His name was Adam and he was a hipster to end all hipsters. His hair was dirty and his glasses were round. They didn’t even have frames, and he spoke in riddles. I didn’t even spend five minutes in his presence. I found an excuse to leave, I texted Rita and told her to call me, and up and left him high and dry at the coffee shop we met at.

Rita laughed, “I’m sorry okay. I thought you’d get along. But you’ll like this one. Should I have him meet you? Even if he’s not the brightest, he’s easy on the eyes.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bit my lip, was I that desperate?

“Really? Your advice is that I hire someone to be my boyfriend for the weekend?”

She shrugged as she set her bag on the counter, “it’s either that or tell them the truth, Nes. I’m not sure which is worse since you seem so opposed to letting your sisters believe you have someone in your life.”

I winced. Rita never told me what to do, she never scolded me for lying to my sisters. But I knew she was right. If I was so okay with being alone, and I swore I was, then why did I feel the need to please my little sister? I’m sure there was some therapist who would say I really wasn’t okay being alone and that some part of me wanted someone around.

But I wouldn’t believe them. Because I didn’t need anyone, I only needed myself. But I didn’t want my sisters to worry. I didn’t want them to think I left them because they were a burden. They are my sisters and I will always be there for them. But it’s my turn to have a life. It’s my turn to find where I’m supposed to be.

I looked at Rita, she was texting someone. She sat down on the couch and I looked at the picture of the three of us. The only picture I had on my desk of us when I was five and they were babies. I was always there, always taking care of them. They were my best friends, before that night drove us apart. Before that night pushed me so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t find my way back to them.

I didn’t want them to ask about it. I didn’t want them to think they needed to figure me out. If I had someone with me they would direct the attention to him. They would ask him about his life and how we met and what we did, instead of berating me with questions about why I left.

I let out a slow breath and Rita looked at me. She smiled slightly, like she already knew what I was about to say. My cheeks were red as I let the thoughts settle and I nodded my head slowly.

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth as I looked at the clock, “tell your friend to meet me at Luke’s diner in five minutes.”

“He’s already on his way. Trust me you’ll like him. He’s big and handsome,” her eyes got wide as if she had a crush on him herself, “he’s just your type.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, “if he’s a hipster I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Rita’s laugh followed me as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked down the steps, my heart pounding as I opened the door to our building. The sun was warm, the weather had already started to turn to summer. But goosebumps pricked my skin as I thought about hiring someone to lie to my family.

It wasn’t lying. It was pretending. My sister would bring her fiancee, I’m sure Elain had someone. I couldn’t remember if she told me about someone important. His name started with an L? Or maybe it was a C. She didn’t talk much whenever Feyre put her on the phone, but she told me bits and pieces of her life. Elain was the most upset when they found me gone.

I felt guilty every time she called.

But I knew with Feyre came Rhys and with Rhys came his friends. Azriel the quiet one who followed Rhys’s cousin everywhere she went. Feyre told me they were finally opening up to the idea of dating and while I was happy for them all, they were one big happy family, I knew that meant I would be the odd one out. I always was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in. The girl who stood alone and never had someone there beside her.

I wanted this weekend, now that I knew about it, to be fun. I wanted them to see me as the Nesta I always was, not the girl I had turned into after that terrible night. The night I was running from. The night I would do anything and everything to forget.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I rounded the corner and the diner came into view. I realized as I walked towards it that I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the lake and see my sisters and the family they had made for themselves. But I didn’t want to go alone.

Sue me I still had some feelings. I still had some pride I suppose.

I walked into the diner and the bell above the door sounded. Luke, the owner, stood behind the counter and smiled at me. I nodded in greeting, my eyes sweeping the tables. I knew which one was waiting for me as soon as my eyes landed on him. I stood there for a moment too long and contemplated turning around.

He was a big hulking man, his dark hair was long. He looked warm, his skin glowing in the harsh lights of the diner. His black shirt fit perfectly over his arms and his chest. He took up enough space that my eyes couldn’t wander away from them if they tried. My heart stopped, his eyes landing on me before I could make a run for it. Before I could decide this was a terrible choice and I should just tell my sisters the truth.

“Well hello sweetheart,” he stood up and half his mouth tilted in a smile. He could’ve been attractive, if he cut his hair.

I pulled my chair out, “I’m Nesta.”

He licked his lips, “you can call me Cassian,” his eyes sparkled. Like they were hiding something he was dying for me to find out.

“Right well. I take it Rita told you why I’m here.”

He coughed, “something about you being in need of a male escort to the lake this weekend.”

I winced, “a friend,” I tried wondering if I could go through with this, “to make my sisters stop asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend okay? Can you do that? Pretend?”

Amusement filled his eyes. He tried to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, but when it didn’t stop he ran his finger along his chin. He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was thinking about more than just agreeing to helping me. Hell we didn’t know each other, we had just met and I asked him to date me. Even if it was fake, even if he was helping me, this was still weird.

Me and my stupid pride. I was about to take back the offer and tell him to forget it, that I had a mental breakdown and this was all just the biggest embarrassing moment of my life.

But then Cassian nodded slowly, “you know I’m surprise you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and I know a few guys who like bossy.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow that was super helpful,” I glared at him, my hands were shaking. I shoved them under my legs as I waited to hear his answer, “you can just say no. Rita said you were single and I thought maybe you’d want a free trip to the lake for a weekend. I thought maybe…”

I stopped. I almost thought we could be friends. But I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, stopping myself form wishing for something I could never have. I didn’t let myself get close to people, not after Tomas wedged between me and my sisters. Not since that night when he destroyed all the threads of trust I had ever had.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I just said I’m surprised you aren’t taken,” he smiled then, he liked watching me squirm. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly and I saw the dark markings of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.


He wiggled his eyebrows, “well how can I say no when you say my name like that?”

He watched me for a moment as relief flooded through me. As much as I hated this I felt better once he said he would help me. I hated having to lie because everyone thought I couldn’t handle life without Tomas. Except I broke up with him. And I moved here, far away from my family to have the life I wanted.

"What do I get for helping you?” He finally asked, his deep voice smooth as he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head on his hand. He kept staring at me and it felt like his honey brown eyes could see into my soul.

I looked down at his hands. His skin was golden, a little darker. He looked like he was carved of stone, like he could’ve been a Greek god in another lifetime. A piece of brown hair fell in his eyes and I wanted to push it back. I let out a breath. I hadn’t thought this far.

“I’ll pay you,” I finally said. I didn’t have a lot but I could do something, “it won’t be much. But you’ll get a four day weekend at the lake house. Meals and showers and everything included.”

Cassian seemed to think it over. He nodded his head, "how much?”


“I know I look cheap, but I won’t act like your boyfriend for a hundred dollars, Nesta.”


He shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

I blew out a breath, “$500. That’s my final offer.”

He reached across the table and touched my hand. His skin was warm and a spark shot down my arm. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, “well sweetheart you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snapped. My eyes narrowed.

He laughed, “well I guess we should make some ground rules.”

“The first one is no pet names. Nesta,“ I pointed at me, "Cassian. Got it?”

He sighed, “sure sweetheart.”

He wasn’t going to make this easy. I could tell as he continued to smile, his eyes lighting up as I glared at him. It was like he thought I was a challenge, like he wanted to defy everything I was saying. He licked his lips, his fingers tapping on the table as I thought through what other boundaries we needed to establish. I didn’t realize this would all happen so fast. The weekend would be here in two days and somehow I had managed to find myself a boyfriend to fill the empty role.

Feyre would love Cassian. He was everything I would never want in a boyfriend. He was the complete opposite of Tomas and I couldn’t stop letting that sway me. He was big and dark, whereas Tomas was small and light. Cassian was full of mystery, but not the kind that Tomas carried with him. Cassian seemed honorable, Tomas had just been pure evil.

I let out a slow breath and pulled my hands off the table so he wouldn’t try to touch me again. I couldn’t stop feeling that spark going down my spine. I couldn’t stop wondering why exactly I had wanted this in the first place. I shook my head and finally brought my eyes back up to his.

“Okay so I’ve got some rules. First we hold hands if someone else is in the room. No touching if we’re alone, because honestly there’s no reason for it. You’re there to make me look good. You can kiss my cheek, but nothing more. We aren’t big on public displays of affection. My sister and her fiancé are, but that’s another story,” I rolled my eyes. Feyre and Rhys could barely keep their hands off each other. I hated being stuck in a room with them.

My cheeks turned pink and my mouth went dry, “we will probably have to share a room, you sleep on the floor. We don’t share the room if the other is changing. Make sure you bring enough clothes to sleep in and a bathing suit.”

Cassian nodded, "fine. But you want this to be believable. So you’re forgetting one thing.”


He smiled and it would’ve knocked me to my knees if I wasn’t already sitting. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the weekend alive. I had a feeling this new friend of mine was going to try and climb the walls I had built this last year. Like he thought he could break down the shell I had surrounded myself inside.

HIs brown eyes danced as he looked at me, his crooked smile in place, ”the story of how we met.“

anonymous asked:

How do i survive first day of school (can you distract me pls and talk about platonic klunk or something else?)

yeesh first day of school is the toughest… but they’re not always bad… here are some klunk headcanons that might make it a better day for you buddy:

  • lance made hunk watch all six of his favorite movies at least twice and memorize all of his favorite lines from them
  • hunk and lance let off the loudest and longest of offended gasps when keith asked them what starwars is. like seriously keith?!?? SERIOUSLY?!!? WERE YOU LIVING IN AN ISOLATED UNCIVILIZED SHACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESER- oh wait you were buT THAT DOESN’T EXCUSE YO-
  • lance: “bro i can fit my entire world into my hands” hunk: “how bro” lance: *cups hunk’s face* hunk: *is touched* bro……
  • whenever keith or lance have a nightmare or just trouble sleeping, they go to hunk. boi aren’t hunk’s bed cuddles the warmest and best ever…. they sleep soundly like just-fed infants. sleeping with him has become their favorite thing ever that it’s become a daily routine. keith and lance take turns because the bed won’t fit all three or else they’ll suffocate lmao
  • when lance was a kid he called his beloved fluffy teddy bear hunk because it reminded him of his best friend
  • hunk reminds keith of hippos. CUTE AND DEADLY
  • lance: “oh my favorite hobby? teasing keith 24/7″
  • sometimes keith gets jealous of how close lance and hunk are and wants to be part of whatever the two are doing together. he doesn’t voice that, but hunk and lance notice it. they invite him to join their little chats and mini adventures whenever they catch him looking at them, and they just love the beaming look on keith’s face as he walks towards them excitedly like they’ve invited him to a mcr concert
  • *keith knocking lance’s room door at 2am* so do you really not remember the bonding moment bish
  • lance and keith spit in each other’s food when the other turns his head around but neither of them has caught the other doing that. the others just ignore them because this isn’t the worst they’ve seen them doing smh
  • hunk is big and strong and can fend off 10 galra soldiers by himself but keith and lance still feel the need to Defend Him At All Costs. anything that gets as close to hunk as 5 meters gets sliced to shreds and shot to ashes within 0.5 seconds
  • lance: “your mullet is no bueno for the ladies” keith: “who said i even fucking care”
  • lance loves playing with keith’s hair and braiding it tho
  • just compliment keith’s knife collection one (1) time and he’ll offer you his heart and love you 5ever
  • hunk sometimes tries to make the food he makes from alien ingredients taste like lance’s mother’s dishes as much as possible to ease his friend’s homesickness. (hunk frequently stayed for dinner at lance’s place back on earth. he loved lance’s mother’s cooking and asked her to teach him how to cook several meals)
  • keith was once eating a purple alien fruit. the moment hunk saw a stain of purple juice on keith’s chin he yelled his lungs out: “OH MY GOD GUYS IT’S HAPPENING KEITH IS TURNING PURPLE I REPEAT KEITH IS TURNING PURPLE KEITH’S GALRA SIDE IS FINALLY EMERGING” keith: ”it’s just from the fruit i wa-” “SHH DON’T BE SCARED KEITH PURPLE IS NOT A BAD COLOR IT’LL JUST MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A LOVELY, FRESHLY PICKED EGGPLANT. i love eggplants btw” “wtf”
  • lance: “anyway- i can’t believe keith’s dad is a fucking furry”
  • whenever there’s a fart smell they all look at lance. he swears it’s not him but no one believes him it’s pidge but no one ever finds out
  • keith likes when lance overtalks. he’s not talkative himself- he’s more of the listening type, and lance has a cute, attractive way of talking, even tho he doesn’t understand what he’s talking about 75% of the time
  • keith is VERY possessive of his knife collection and doesn’t allow anyone, not even shiro, to lay a finger on it, but he willingly lends his blades to hunk to cut food with. keith is awed by hunk’s chopping skills and how smoothly he cuts stuff with his muscular arms- it’s his favorite thing to watch
  • lance and hunk call each other by pet names so casually “hey babe did you see where my jacket is” “no sweetheart have you checked the training room” “oh not yet thanks chocolate muffin”
  • lance once mistakenly called keith “baby” bc he’s so used to calling hunk as such and like they’re bros and all now right? he had the toughest fricking time in his life trying to explain to him that no, keith, it’s not an insult, keith, i’m not looking down or ridiculing you, keith, no that’s not what i meant, keith, just why are you like this, keith,
  • keith whenever he doesn’t understands something: *looks at lance for explanation* lance: i have no fucking idea either buddy
  • person: do you believe in angels? lance and keith: not until i met hunk garrett
  • keith’s secretly the best at puns and jokes on the team. this is why he always makes fun of lance’s because HAHAHA what an amateur he needs 10000 light years to reach my level. he very rarely puts his skill into good use tho so what’s the point
  • hunk believes whatever lance says and never doubts its credibility. if lance says this hairstyle is ugly? then it IS. if lance says that guy is annoying? never met him before but wtv he definitely IS. if lance says unicorns exist? they fucking chased a mermaid together so of coURSE HE’S RIGHT
  • their Boys Night Together is just gossiping about their classmates at the garrison, painting each other’s nails while listening to mcr, and breakdancing with mouths stuffed with cookies
  • keith: “the fastest way to a girl’s heart is through the riB S “dude cHILL”
  • hunk: “i get scared easily :(” also hunk: if you as much as touch a fingernail of my friends’ i’ll fucking murder you and feed you to the hounds
  • those three are an invincible combination. like red, blue, and yellow aka the primary colors? a sword, gun/rifle, and cannon that cover short, medium, and far ranged combat?? white, brown, and black races??? fire, water, and earth elements???? keith, lance, and hunk????? how the hell would anyone win against the death trio
  • klunk more like Handsome Wooden Spear amiright AMIRIGHT ;)
Arranged Marriage (SEHUN, vampire AU)

Originally posted by lullabyun

“Please, mother, please don’t do this!” you cried holding onto your mother’s skirts as she pushed you through the town square. Your mother possessed a look of infinite grief, but stone hard determination mixed in one, with her hand clenching around your shirt while she pulled you to the one place you didn’t want to go.

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Mal x Reader(Daughter of Hercules and Megara)

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(Gifs belong to malevicent  alycia-careys


Notes: It’s set sometime after they’ve turned “good.” I’m guessing since Hercules is a Disney movie that the Greek gods exist too? Just roll with it. 

Imagine: If you don’t mind, could you write the girl to be someone Mal has a crush on? Could she be sarcastic, stoic but a real sweetheart? 

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Werewolf Hysteria (Roman Reigns x Reader) Part 1of 2

AN: Wanted to surprise you guys with this funny, smutty Roman Reigns one shot. No longer a one shot, tho 😅. I’ve been reading werewolf books too much 😂 hope y'all enjoy 🐺


“Girl, why you always eyeing Roman down?” My friend Sasha asked me, exasperated by my lack of participation in tonights activies.

“I do not!” I defensively yelled over the blaring music in the night club we were at. I don’t even know what possessed me to come here. Clubs aren’t my kinda thing. Socializing isn’t even my kind of thing.

“Mmhmm OK” Sasha replied rolling her eyes at my statement.

She really wasn’t lying about her earlier said statement. I was always watching Roman, but it’s not for the reason most people think. I mean, yeah, he is incredible sexy and a good guy. He can be a little cocky sometimes, but he isn’t nearly as bad as some of the other guys on the roster. Great now I do sound like I’m interested in him, but I swear I’m not! If I told people the real reason I’m always watching him they’d think I’m crazy or a freak. I honestly don’t want to be know as either of those things, most people think I’m weird enough as it is.

I’ve been working in the WWE for almost 10 months now as a makeup artist and the only friends I have are Sasha and Naomi. Sasha and I became friends due to our fascination with anime. I got to know Naomi through Sasha, and we instantly got along because Naomi was just such a down-to-earth person.

It was always hard for me to make friends. I was always really quiet, never really went out much, and was always lost in my own head. I was interested in stuff most people wouldn’t be, such as mythical creatures and lore. From the ages of 7 to 11, I was convinced I was a vampire until my sister split her eyebrow open with a blow to the head with a golf club and I passed out at the sight.

I might not believe I’m a vampire anymore but I do believe that mythical creatures exist. And this is why I stare at Roman all the time because I do believe that he is a werewolf.

“(Y/n), if you like Roman you should go talk to him! I think he’s interested in you because I see him watching you all the time!” Naomi stated excitedly. “He’s doing it right now!”

I bristled at her words. I turned to my left and looked a couple of tables over and there he was, staring directly at me. I slightly jumped and looked away quickly. ‘Dammit’ I thought to myself. I was supposed to be sneaky in my study of the Samoan, but I was obviously failing at that.

“You know she won’t go talk to Mr. tall, dark, and handsome over there. Especially since he ‘growled’ at her last week” Sasha laughed. I playfully shoved her.

“He really did! I was totally scared!” I insisted, and Sasha laughed harder.

“Girl, I thought dogs growled? Last time I checked Roman’s a man. ALL man.” Naomi said.

“Don’t you guys have husbands?” I bring up, trying to get the focus off of me.

“Yes we do, and that’s why we can comment on what’s happening between you and Ro. Besides, I’m married to his cousin, so I can tell you from experience….” Naomi leaned in closer to me, “He is ALL man.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Sasha finished, always putting in her two cents. “And don’t they say Samoan guys have big di-”

“OKAY!” I quickly interrupted. “I’m going to get something to drink. Want anything?” I asked looking between both of them.

“Yeah, for you to snag a hot Samoan tonight!” Sasha yelled, rather loudly I might add.

“Right on!” Seth yelled from the table behind us.

I quickly walked away from the table, face blazing. 'I’m soooo going to get her back for that’ I tell myself as I weave my way through the dancing people, getting closer to the bar.

As I’m waiting for the bar tender to make my drink, I find myself looking in Roman’s direction again. He’s on the opposite side of the bar from me, talking to Dean and Renee.

I was intently watching, seeing if he was displaying any werewolf characteristics. He seemed pretty normal tonight, though. Like most werewolves, he was usually standoffish. He could be social if he wanted to be, but you could tell he liked his privacy. There were times when he would get really irritable, and he actively avoided anyone and everyone like the plague.

“He must be stressed out” or “He must be homesick” people would say when he acted like that, but I knew better. During his irritable, antisocial periods, he would somehow look even more attractive than he usually does. His hair and skin would be practically glowing, and his eerie, grey eyes looked like they could penetrate your soul. And I read in my spirits and mythological creatures handbook when it’s close for a werewolf to change its wolf form, they are extremely irritable and try to stay as far away from others as possible. They also possess a glow that rivals one of a pregnant women or a bride on her wedding day when its close to their change, hence my description of his physical appearance during those times.

“Here’s you’re drink, ma'am.” The bartender stated, sliding me my drink. His voice broke me out of my Roman watching daze.

“Thanks” I told the bartender with a smile while reaching for my drink. I take a small sip, turning back towards Roman’s direction. When I looked back over there, he was gone. “Damn,” I muttered.

When I turned around to make my way back to the girls, I almost had a heart attack.

There he was. Looking at me so intently I started squirming. I chanced looking in his eyes and I almost passed at. His grey eyes were burning pits. I quickly averted mine and desperately tried to calm my nerves. Was he angry? Was he going to yell at me and tell me to stop stalk- no, no I mean watching him?

“You got a problem with me, kid?” Roman asked in his deep, hypnotic voice.

“Oh, no, Mr. Reigns, Sir!” I hurriedly answer, still refusing to meet his gaze. 'OMG please don’t eat me!’ I cry to myself.

He looks at me for a couple more seconds, and starts chuckling at my reaction. I feel my face growing warm with embarrassment. 'Damn you, you mutt-face!’ I think to myself. I know, its not one of my best insults, but hey, I was scared shitless.

“Yeah, okay, we need to have a little chat.” Roman concludes, plucking my drink from my hand and placing it back on the counter. He then grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the doors leading out of the club.

“Holy shit! She’s totally get laid tonight!” I hear Sasha tell Naomi, as we pass up their table going to the exit.

I felt like I might die from embarrassment at that point because I can tell Roman heard them as well due to his smirk. 'Oh I’m so dead’ I think to myself as we exit the club and get closer to his rental. “You’re in for a long night, kid.” He whispers in my ear, before yanking the passenger side door open.

'Holy shit’ I think to myself as I sealed my fate by entering the vehicle.

anonymous asked:

It's only been a little over a week and I just don't think living at college is for me. It's not bad and I like a lot of the independent aspects but I like my own space and a lot of the community living 24/7 has been a nightmare for my introvert self 😂 is it bad if I commute next semester? I know I should give it more time but I'm not homesick I just rather live in my own space and leave school at school

Give it the whole semester (which it sounds like is what you’re doing) before you make any decisions on that. You may actually surprise yourself and get used to it. Possibly dodgy tips, but things that saved me during university while living with a very sweet but somewhat oblivious extrovert who constantly asked me to do things with her and her friends: 

  • Get a job. Even if it’s five hours a week. Not only is it some extra money, but it becomes easier to say “Oh, damn, I have to work.” when people ask if you want to hang out and you are at max capacity. Or “I have to work in the morning, I can’t.” if they ask you to go out at night. 
  • I’m not sure if you’re in a single or live with people, but keep lots of snacks in your room. I’m not saying never eat with people. Just - make it so that any time you want something to eat you aren’t forced to go somewhere that people are. 
  • Find your quiet places on campus. They can be hard to find, but they do exist. 
  • Pretend you read a lot, even if you don’t. Have an actual book with you, and not a text book. For some reason people are way less likely to walk up to you if you’re reading an actual book for pleasure than if you’re studying, or on a computer or your phone. Headphones in provides a nice secondary barrier, even if they aren’t on. (I get too anxious in public places to really zone out, I have that weird need to be alert so I almost always had earbuds but almost never had anything playing.)
  • Accept that sometimes you might hurt people’s feelings, but it’s better to once in a while hurt someone’s feelings by not wanting to be around them than to run yourself into the ground trying to always appease everyone. 
  • Shower at weird times. Way less stressful. If you use the dining hall and find eating with people exhausting, then also eat at weird times. If someone asks why you can’t have dinner, see my first bullet point.
  • Find people like you. Not everyone is an extrovert, but introverts feel more pressure to try and fit in with extroverts than vice versa. There are definitely other people at your college that also find people exhausting and if you can find someone like that who understands the value of just being quiet in a room together while you both study or watch tv then gravitate towards them. 
  • Full disclosure I only lived in an actual dorm for one semester before realizing I couldn’t handle it and applying for an on campus apartment. Getting your own apartment, or an apartment with other people, might not be a financial option for some people. But it was way easier to handle but I didn’t have to give up my personal freedom by trying to commute.  
Essays in Existentialism: Punches III

Maybe you can do another Punches chapter? It would be so intresting to see Clarke meeting Anya, Clarke seeing Lexa fighting and strugling to accept that Lexa willingly fights and gets hurt. Thank you so much, you are my favourite fics writer :)

Previously on Punches

The city was frozen, though the thaw at its heart began to change it. Buildings dripped and streets cleared of ice, for a day or two, and the next wayward storm would blow its way through, punishing it for believing that it had a chance at all to reach the sacred gates of summer. But still, the city did its best to usher in the changing of seasons. The snow didn’t pile high anymore, but came in wisps and dustings, and the ice didn’t pepper the roads or sidewalks, but relegated itself to puddles and gutters. The city tried, so hard, to escape the perpetual winter, that it did not even notice or care at all, about what would happen on the other side of the world.  

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(I’ve never written anything that wasn’t nurseydex, so here’s “why didn’t you tell me” + whiskey/tango for @a-wooden-ring I hope you like how I wrote them!)

Antonio Jimenez loves the Haus. Initially, he feels a little uncomfortable being there because he doesn’t technically live there, but Bitty’s constant flood of assurances that it’s fine for him to hang around the Haus ultimately helps him view it as more of a home than his own dorm. He gets a new nickname–one that he likes a hell of a lot more than “Nezzy”–and more pie than he’s ever seen in his life and, above all, he gets a new family.

That’s what he really loves about the Haus.

It’s loud and frenzied and smells like home: some intricate combination of fruit and sugar, of sweat and mold, of the fresh scented candles Ransom always lights. What reminds him of home, though, mostly, is how it’s always teeming with people: even if it’s just someone coming in for a slice of pie, the constant ebb and flow of people helps him stay calm, keeps him from getting too homesick.

The only person who doesn’t really come around the Haus is Whiskey. Tango doesn’t mind, really, because they still hang out all the time, usually one on one, but sometimes–and Tango would take this to the grave–at the LAX house. The LAX house, by contrast, is seven guys who are, more often than not, absent during the day: at any given moment, there are probably one or two guys there. The lacrosse team doesn’t come in and out like the hockey team does with the Haus and it’s not nearly as homey.

“Why do you prefer being at the LAX house than the Haus?” Tango asks one day. Whiskey looks up from where he’s sitting across from Tango at the picnic table, hair disheveled and eyes heavy. His notes are strewn across the table, books open and a variety of highlighter colours Tango didn’t even knew existed until today. Whiskey sighs and Tango is immediately hit with the thought that maybe right now wasn’t the right time to ask that question.

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People I met today:

- Little boy who said he liked math and science, but not as much as he liked Spider-Man. He couldn’t read, so he had me read a Spider-Man book to him. He did not manage to guess what Peter Parker’s secret was. He had the coolest hat of anybody in the library.

- Girl who shook her head “no” when asked if she paid as much attention in school as she did to our story time. She blew through a step-2 Moana book in a couple minutes, then read a step-3 nonfiction book about the differences between cats and dogs. When I asked if she wanted to play games, she asked if we could keep reading instead. (We kept reading.) She wanted me to know that she used to have a dog, but it got shot in the leg. She said “thank you” every time I helped her with a word. I didn’t have to help her very much.

- Very small girl who did not know what the first letter of her name was. (I wrote her name in her book for her, but I had to guess at the spelling.) She knew one letter, and the letter was “B”, which she recognized on the front of the Barbie Dream House in the book we read. She repeated everything I read under her breath, a half-second after me. She liked Spider-Man, too. (The Spider-Man book informed us that everyone likes Spider-Man. Presumably it takes place in an AU where the Daily Bugle isn’t constantly running hit pieces on him.) She asked me to read her Barbie book to her again after we finished it, then hugged me before she left.

- Third-grade boy who picked out the same TMNT book as the kid from yesterday, except this kid could actually read it. He ended up taking an easier TMNT book home, though, because 1) his brother already had the harder book, and 2) the easier book came with stickers. These are both very sensible reasons, IMO. I would also add that the easier book had robot sharks in space, while the harder book had robots that were neither sharks nor in space.

- Extremely small boy who was very insistent about picking up his own mess. He occasionally said that I could help him move a few game pieces off the floor and back into the box, but he would object if I helped too much. He also wanted specific pieces in specific places and would move them if I put them in the wrong spot, even though the pieces appeared to be identical.

- Older boy who didn’t really need help reading his chapter book. I did get to explain to him what jousting was, though. I beat him at Connect Four. I actually beat several kids at Connect Four. I had no idea that I was decent at Connect Four. I considered letting them win, but they weren’t little kids, and I didn’t want to insult their Connect Four skills.

- Very small child who stood up during story time and tried to offer dandelions to the illustrations of the three billygoats gruff. He later found a cool stick and immediately ran off to show his mom.

Things I learned:

- I will never be as cool as Spider-Man. This is OK. We all have a day in our lives where we make peace with the fact that we will never be as cool as five-year-olds think Spider-Man is. It’s a necessary stage in our development as people.

- It’s basically impossible to help more than one kid at a time if the kids are all reading different books. (This is true even if they have multiple copies of the same book—one of the kids will read ahead instead of following along, and then chaos ensues shortly thereafter.) I think next time I’m going to have to insist that we read the books one by one, as a group, because otherwise some kids get ignored or distracted, meaning 1) the ignored kids get sad, and 2) everything inevitably spirals out of control. It’s even harder if you end up with a group where the kids are at very different reading levels, so I’m going to try to minimize that in the future.

- People who write and illustrate early reader books about cartoon and movie characters are heroes. Even (or especially) if kids don’t like reading, they like the pictures of their favorite heroes from TV, which gives you at least a small opportunity to interest them in the story and help them practice literacy skills.

- You need to be really frickin’ loud if you want to read a story to kids who are either 1) eating lunch, or 2) outside. It’s a good thing I already know the story of the three billygoats gruff, because I definitely couldn’t hear our story team at some of our locations. I’ll have to make sure to project a lot when it’s my turn to present a book.

- In related news, my hearing is impressively terrible, and small children are either super loud or very, very quiet. But no matter how quiet they are, it’s very important to try to repeat their names, then let them correct you if you get them wrong, rather than pretending you heard them fine the first time and hoping it doesn’t come up again. This is partly because it’s a good way to establish respect for them, and partly because “[name], we need to be quiet and listen now” is way more effective than going “hey. hey. hey. hey” until they happen to realize that you’re talking to them.

- Mermaid Island looks like a really boring and terrible game, but it’s actually a great game for very small children, who are still struggling with concepts like “not touching the spinner until it stops” and “counting to two”. Very small children are very smart, but they were also born, like, five weeks ago. They have no idea what anything is. It’s important to account for this when trying to entertain them.

- Apples to Apples is a fantastic game for any group old enough to read, but it becomes super tense if you play it outside while there are strong winds. Not that you should necessarily let that stop you, but you should be prepared for it to transform into an activity that is 50% card game and 50% extreme sport.

- Connect Four is a terrible game for a group of three children. In hindsight, this discovery should have been obvious.

- My city is ridiculously segregated. Roughly half my college classes are 100% white or white-passing (the other half typically have one or two students who are visibly not white), and I can think of maybe one black family in my neighborhood, but every site we’ve been to so far has been majority (or entirely) black. Obviously I knew we had majority-black neighborhoods (my brother lives in one), but I hadn’t realized how stark the divisions were. It’s fairly creepy, compared to the diversity of the school and neighborhood where I grew up. (I’m still homesick. I can’t wait to graduate so I can move back.)

The summer reading program seems kind of pathetically inadequate, given the needs of the kids who participate in it, but I’m glad it exists anyway. Giving out free books and reading lessons is only a tiny piece of what you need to do to give everyone the opportunity to succeed, but eh. A boy learned the word “joust” today. A girl recognized the letter “B”. Some kids got to eat free lunches. Something was accomplished, however small it might have been. More will be accomplished tomorrow. I will probably suck less at my job.

It’s a really, really good job.

She is something out of this world,she isn’t the kind of spirit you see everyday, you would be lucky to catch a glimpse of her soul. The universe exists from within her and she is surrounded by stardust. She is like a blurry feeling, a misunderstood thought, she is all your dreams sprawled all over your reality. She is a ray of sunshine, a shadow in the dark,something you always try to catch in your grip but never will. She is an undefined place you long to go to, she makes you feel like home even when she feels homesick herself. She is like the lonely galaxy, she shines even though she is lost in space. She is a mess of stars made of cosimc dust,that’s why she feels infinite as if she is drowning in the depth of eternity. She has so much inside of her it sometimes suffocates her,so she leaves pieces of herself in everything around her until she feels empty, she is stuck between everything and nothing and somehow she manages to exist beautifully. Her skin is made of poetry and her mind is made of puzzles, she dances around like she is an angel and she cries like she is stuck in a graveyard. She is a moment that’s bond to last,60 seconds aren’t enough for her. She is the difference between sickness and medicine, the darkness and the light, art and pain, she is the difference between who you’re and who you want to be, she is difference between your heart and your brain, its a thin line you’re walking at, you know you might fall but you keep walking anyways. She is something out of this world and if you’re lucky enough, she might take you into hers.
—  atelophobiaxx 
For Her

Part Two

Part One

Hello, loves. Back again! I’m sorry for taking so long—work has killed me, and…well, let’s just say the past couple of days have been torture, but I’m going to have a little more time, now. It turns out that…I do not have the strength of will for my second job, and as much as I hate quitting, and I feel so horrible about it…I feel I’ve done the right thing.

…Right. That’s not important. What IS important, is that I have the second (and final) part of “For Her” ready for all you lovely people, and especially rare-ideas, the lovely person who made the request. My dear, I hope it’s to your liking!

I shall quote the request again:

“Could u write Newt x Reader, where reader is sent up to the glade with her 5 year old sister (your choice of name) and she’s protective over her and scared. Newt makes them feel welcome and her sister starts to like him. He makes her laugh and plays with her which makes the reader like him too. One night the reader has a meltdown and newt finds her in her room. She blames herself for not being able to make things better for her sister and he comforts her. With fluff at the end? Please and thanks"

Now, I seem to have a tendency toward emotional stuff, but as the request states, I do have fluff! And Arti turned out to be super cute, I think.

Warnings: Nothing severe, but feelings of letting someone down, rage, and defeat.

Alright. Off we go!

The Gardens are boring…but they’re safe.

Things had to be moved around, a bit; a couple of boys got moved to doing harder work, and Alby, Newt, and Zart, all assigned me to things like planting, weeding, and picking.

Sometimes, Arti helps us. But she’s a little girl, with a somewhat short attention span, and she tends to like to play.

She should.

There’s not much we can give her, here, but the Builders cut up some boards in to blocks for her, and the Runners, with some reluctance, give her two sheets of paper a day—she’s careful with them, covering the back and front in drawings and the few words she knows, but she’s beginning to understand.

It’s hard for her, but I’ve done my best to make it easier. I give her all the love and affection I can, taking extra time every morning to do her hair a different way. She likes braids the best, but I change it, so I can spend time with her. The boys don’t begrudge me.

They love Arti, too.

Newt, especially, seems fond of her. Every day, around lunch, he drops all his obligations and spends an hour with her. At first, it was because she needed someone to trust, someone to play with, and I was still learning—Zart spent a week teaching me thoroughly, so that, if I needed, I could take care of anything within the Gardens without help.

But now, it’s because she asks for him, and even Alby can’t deny the sweet-faced little girl just one hour.

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Preferences - Homesickness


Let’s face it. College is tough. 

Not only are these “four” years a time for intense learning, shifting from ‘childhood’ into ‘adulthood,’ and experiencing independence away from the parental radar, college is also a time when many (if not most) individuals feel separated from everything they have ever known. 

Sam Winchester, however, was one of those rare enigmas… a contrarian, if you will. 

Yeah, he missed his older brother, Dean, and on occasion even missed his father, John; but, college had been good to Sam. Stanford had given the younger Winchester brother the opportunity to make new friends, to escape his father’s crazed antics, and most importantly, the prestigious university had granted him the means to meet you. 

Needless to say, making the adjustment from full-time child warrior, into a full-time student, was no challenge for Sam; and he was extremely happy with his new prospective future. 

You, on the other hand, did not have such a smooth transition into the college way of life.  


Never having been away from your home for more than a few days at a time, leaving for school was one of the absolute hardest experiences you had ever faced; especially since Stanford wasn’t exactly in your neck of the woods. 

God, you longed to go back, to see your pet(s), to see your family, to sleep in your own bed…

…and this homesickness, this internal battle you had been fighting against, had just about eaten you alive.

Luckily, Sam was quick to notice your distress. 

Whether it be taking you on an off-campus adventure, or joining you to Skype with your family, the younger Winchester does everything in his power to help defeat your anguish. 

Much to your roommate’s dismay, he had even been known to spend the night in your dorm room, climbing through an unlocked window, and curling up with you on your too-small bunkbed.

“I used to be the brave one, Sam…” you would disclose, ignoring your roommate as she stormed out of the room in a huff. “…I used to be the strong one…” Doodling small images onto the young man’s chest, you would rest your head against his muscular bicep. “…I used to be the optimistic one.”

“You still are, sweetheart.” Sam would hum, his hazel eyes sparkling as moonlight pooled through a small gap in between the window curtains. “But even the bravest of people can be scared…” Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, the younger Winchester would take hold of your hand, waiting for you to finish doodling on his skin, before intertwining his fingers with your own. “…even the strongest of people can feel weak…”

“…and even the most optimistic of people need someone to tell them that everything is going to be alright.”




It’s not a secret that Dean Winchester has never been able to find a steady home.

I guess a life spent traveling between cheap motels tended to have that sort of effect on a person.

Sure… at one point he had Bobby Singer’s house, and now he had the Men of Letters Bunker. But how could he call those places home, when nothing was holding him there? 

You on the other hand? Well… you did have a home. 

You had a family that loved you unconditionally.

You had friends that cared whether or not you found happiness. 

And you had left that all behind, wanting to build a future with the love of your life. 

Did you have any regrets? No, of course you not. But, that didn’t mean you hadn’t struggled with bouts of overwhelming homesickness. 

At first, you believed that the anguish could be managed, tucked away in the deepest recesses of your mind. Dean, however, knew that first impressions could be deceiving; especially when he took notice of the twinkle disappearing from your eyes. 

Determined to help you through your homesickness, Dean is supportive beyond your wildest expectations. He turns the sorrowed pain radiating through your gut into a flurry of excited butterflies, your hurricane of anxious thoughts into uncontrollable laughter, and your raging anger into radiating joy. 

The older Winchester brother works hard to turn the bunker into a place filled with comfort and safety. Hell, he created a home that even Martha Stewart would be proud of. 

And when that ‘safe place’ didn’t feel so safe?

Dean is always there to hold you, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe at any tears that manage to escape your watery eyes.

“This sucks, Dean.” you would tell him sadly, scrolling through a collection of photos your friend had posted to Facebook. “I love you so much, and I couldn’t imagine a life without you…” Tossing your phone onto the nearby nightstand, you would allow your head to fall into the crook of Dean’s neck, closing your eyes when he began to run his fingers through your hair. “…but being away from my family and friends- God, it hurts.”

“I know it hurts, [Y/N]. I know.” Dean would murmur, his warm breath caressing your skin. “I also know that if you ever, ever want to go back, I’m not gonna be the one to hold you down.” Pulling you closer to his muscular chest, he would trail his nose down the length of your face, coming to rest against your jaw. “And if you choose to stay?” he continued, his long eyelashes brushing against your cheek. “You’ll get thro- I will make sure you get through this, baby.”

“I promise.”


AN: I know Dean viewed the Men of Letters Bunker as his home, relatively quickly; but I thought everything might flow a little bit better if I went this route instead :) 



Although Angels of the Lord are supposed to react utterly indifferent towards the multitude of human emotions, Castiel was no stranger to seemingly random bouts of homesickness.

I suppose he doesn’t necessarily feel any longing for material items, such as a favorite pillow, blanket, or stuffed animal; but the cerulean-eyed angel had always been open about his desire to return to the Heaven he had once known.

The Heaven that had not seen destruction caused by the rise and fall of many corrupt governing powers.

The Heaven that had embraced him with open arms. 

The Heaven that he had once been proud to call his home.

So… yeah, you were absolutely certain that Cas could relate when you yourself began to struggle with homesickness. 

For the first time in who knows how long (if ever), he could empathize with you. He could understand your gut-wrenching anguish, the sensation of being torn in every direction, your anxious thoughts, the feeling of hopelessness…


…and the realization that an angel and human could exist on the same emotional realm, made Castiel every bit more determined to help you transition into your new life.

Through his own personal experiences, Cas has found that distraction is the best way to overcome homesickness; and so, he does just that. 

He distracts you.

Whether it be flying you to an exotic place, or joining you to learn a new skill, the trench coat donning angel uses every spare second of his normally hectic day, finding creative ways to occupy your time. He asks you to share some of your favorite childhood memories, or has you teach him about fun games you had once played with your friends…

…and when day fades into night? 

Castiel remains by your side, ensuring that you never feel alone. He allows you to lean against his shoulder, eventually moving to rest his cheek against the top of your head as he becomes more comfortable. 

“Do you think I’ll always feel like this, Cas?” you would ask on a particularly rough night. Waiting for you to continue, the angel would watch as you smoothed the wrinkled lapel of his signature trench coat. “Is the darkness ever going to fade?” Feeling Castiel’s muscular arm pull you closer, you would inhale deeply, and gaze at a poster hanging on the adjacent wall. “…because, I could really use some light at the end of this tunnel.”

“I think you misunderstand my father’s reasoning behind darkness.” Castiel responded gently, the scruff on his cheek lightly scratching at the skin of your forehead. “God never promised life with out pain, laughter without sorrow, or sunshine without rain.” Taking comfort in the rumbling of his chest as he spoke, you would glance up at the angel, melting into his embrace when your eyes met his blue ones. “Darkness has its purpose, [Y/N]…”

“…for without the dark, we might never see the stars.”



How could I be So Lucky? Ch.2 (Newt Scamander x Reader)

A/N: So this one happened fairly fast and John got back to me with the edits super quick too. Please enjoy the second chapter and know the third is being written as I type. I am on a ROLL.

Chapter 1 here

Title: How could I be so Lucky

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word count: 1,989

Rating: PG (I guess, Idk)

Chapter 2: The Train Ride

“Breathe pumpkin, it’ll be alright.” Your dad gripped your shoulder firmly as you stared at the brick wall in front of you. Your cart was full of your school books and belongings, and you held it firmly as you debated whether to run at the wall as your escort, Leonard Snoot, had instructed.

“Truly, I have to run at a wall?”

Your escort had laughed, attracting attention from passersby.

“Yes, my dear, it’s the only way to get to Platform nine and three quarters.”

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Call Me (pt 2) | Luke

a/n: two in one day check me out on a roll! this is fluffy af. enjoy :-)
word count: 1900 | PART ONE
masterlist | request

Luke rushed out of the dressing room he was sitting in when he answered the call, wandering down the halls until he found an empty room, and slumping his tall frame against a little plastic chair. “How – um – how are you?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly.

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from whining at the sound of his voice; it felt like you’d been pulled all the way back to the last time you spoke to him, like every little bit of progress you’d made disappeared and you wanted to curl up in his arms and never leave. But he was still on tour, and nothing had changed, you still weren’t any closer to him.

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ohmypreciousgirl  asked:

#this started out really weird bc i thought we were talking about an Arrow AU at Hogwarts - ahahahaah I thought the same thing!

Oops… this was gonna be a cheeky five line drabble but i accidentally spent an hour and a half on it instead!

Felicity Smoak Vs. The Hogwarts Education System

Felicity wasn’t the only American at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it wasn’t like they were a significant portion of the student body. In a school of hundreds, she’d met a bare half-dozen from the States, a few from Canada, and sprinkling from the Americas and a score or so from the rest of Europe.  They were all here for different reasons…some on a semester exchange program, one person that was technically a runaway (Roy Harper, a fourth year stow-away who just appeared one day, without paperwork, and began taking classes as if he’d been there the whole time), and the rest, like herself, had relocated permanently to the England with their families.

Being an American transfer student, while something of a novelty, wasn’t so unique that she got special treatment. Nevertheless, it was something of a culture shock when she started as a fifth year. Felicity was a mixed half-blood, with wizards and muggles on both sides of her family tree, so her upbringing back home had been good old public school in Nevada with private magical tutors in the evenings and weekends. Her mother, a muggle daughter to squib parents and wizard grandparents, might have been a waitress in Las Vegas for the rest of her life if she hadn’t met a wealthy Scotish wizard, newly emigrated, and spilled an omelet over his magically-sealed briefcase.  Fast forward a few years and baby Felicity was running around her dad’s shiny house talking to birds and turning the faucets on from across the room.

When he finally moved back to Europe he took his family with him, Felicity was invited to attend the most prestigious magical prep school in the U.K.   It was new and exciting at first, then frustrating, and eventually settled down to normal.  Thankfully, the days of magical warfare were nearly two decades over. Hogwarts had been restored several years before Felicity attended, but it was still possible to see the scars of magical combat if you observed: a charred mark on a cornerstone, a chipped statue, a tasteful plaque commemorating some fallen hero.

Felicity liked to collect information, and the first thing she’d done upon arriving at Hogwarts last year was to devise a spell allowing her tech to access the satellite systems and muggle signal towers beyond the boundaries of the Wizarding World.  It took some doing—American wizards were a lot less uptight than the British and used to mixing muggle technology into their daily lives (it turns out even wizards can get addicted to the internet), so the magic already existed, but it took a fifteen-year-old Felicity Smoak an agonizing two weeks to modify the spells to work on the Hogwarts campus.  Her dad hadn’t been kidding when he called this place “the fortress of Isengard converted to a day care.”

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12 Reasons Colorado is the Best State

For those of you who don’t know, I’m from Colorado (and proud to say it!). Lately I’ve been so incredibly homesick it’s almost maddening (someone send me a pinecone please). Yes, yes I live in Hawaii and I’ve lived in Alaska too, both beautiful places. Places some people would even call paradise, but if anyone ever asks me what I think is the best place I’ve lived I say, without hesitation, Colorado. This list is more or less a gushing of my immense love for my home state.

1.)    Our Mountains Aren’t Messing Around

Colorado has the highest average elevation of any state with 7 different mountain ranges and an average altitude of 6,800ft with our highest point at 14,433ft on Mt. Elbert.

Colorado’s mountains are diverse, majestic and dominate the landscape. In fact, it was on Pikes Peak (one of our many 14,000+ft mountains, or as we call them “14ers”) that the song America the Beautiful was inspired and written.

2. It’s an Outdoorsmen’s Paradise 

With 4 large National Parks, 42 State Parks, 15 National Forests and Grasslands and 11 National Monuments and Recreation areas, home to the headwaters of 7 major rivers, 8,000 miles of rivers, 2,000 lakes (not to mention all the beauty that just in our backyards!) it’s hard to imagine not be outdoorsy in Colorado!

Colorado has something for everyone when it comes to the outdoors; climbing, hiking, biking, skiing, rafting, fishing, kayaking or maybe just relaxing in one of our many natural hot springs or sitting on your deck and enjoying the sunshine.

3. Beauty in All Seasons

Few places have such intense and defined seasons as Colorado. Each season brings it’s new shades of beauty and new opportunities for activities.  

Our wildflowers are incredible and the autumn colors–breathtaking. 

Even in the Winter Colorado is picturesque. The snow is light and powdery (perfect for the slopes!) and its sunny 300 days out of the year. Now Coloradans have been known to complain about Winter (who doesn’t once in a while?) But I can tell you first hand after having been through winters in Alaska and the East Coast–Colorado is a paradise in the Winter.

4. Denver is One Heck of a City  

Denver is an incredible place and I was lucky enough to call it home for a while when I first began college. It’s a very spread out city that doesn’t leave you feeling congested and is just a short 20 minute drive away from all the seclusion and fun of the mountains.

Like many cities it has great museums, aquariums and zoos as well as a great foodie scene.

But unlike most cities Denver is in touch with nature (starting to see a theme with us Coloradans here? We love nature!). It’s one of the cleanest cities in the US, thanks mainly to former Mayor Speer’s citywide clean projects.

Denver has the largest city park system in the nation, with 205 parks in city limits and 20,000 acres of parkland in the nearby mountains. Two rivers, Cherry Creek and the South Platte converge right in the heart of downtown at Confluence park, so people often enjoy river activities right downtown!  

5.) The Birthplace of Chipotle 

No explanation needed really. Two words: Cilantro. Rice. 

6.) Casa Bonita Exists and it’s Just as Terrible and Wonderful as You Imagine it.

Yes it’s a Mexican restaurant. A giant and magical Mexican Restaurant! Complete with cliff divers, haunted cave and a big arcade. The waterfall, designed to resemble the cliffs of Acapulco, is 30 feet high and the pool is 14 feet deep. Live shows happen all the time. And did I mention, all the sopapillas you can eat?

7.) The Wildlife in Colorado is Abundant 

With over 960 species you are bound to see elk crossing the road, foxes running about and once in a while a bear or mountain lion might cross your path. 

8.) The State has an Incredibly Diverse Landscape

We talk about our mountains a lot, and it’s hard not to with 56 of those gorgeous 14ers in the state! But Colorado isn’t just the mountains…

It also has beautiful rolling plains in the east of the state and colorful desert to the southwest. The largest sand dunes in North America are located in the southern part of the state in Great Sand Dunes National Park (shown above).

The best part about all these various landscapes is that they offer so many different opportunities and chances to experience a whole new side of the state! Any Coloradan knows that a short drive in any direction will reveal new wonders just waiting to be explored. 

9.) Sun! Sun! Sun! 

Colorado has an average of 300 sunny days a year. (Florida has 266 days at it’s highest average, who’s the real Sunshine State?)

The sun makes the wildflowers grow in the Spring, the snow sparkle in the Winter and gives our state the opportunity to develop new solar technologies which have already been implemented at the United Stets Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs and at the University of Colorado in Boulder. 

Oh and did I mention the sunsets?

10.) We Know Our Beer 

It’s not just home to Coors (as cold as the Rockies!). Colorado has more craft breweries per capita than any other state! 180 craft breweries and counting! (and 40 craft distilleries) That’s right–it’s a beer lovers paradise. 

This picture above is just a small chunk of the state.

11.) A Geologist’s and Gem Hunter’s Playground

Colorado has such incredible geology! And we love it here, just look at some of our town names: Golden, Leadville, Granite are just a few. Colorado has a rich history of mining and some of the historical sites are still accessible and are popular attractions. (We have quite a few interesting mining ghost towns!) 

There’s gemstones literally falling out of the hillside and fossils galore! (Like this piece of a mammoth found in Snowmass)

Our state gemstone is the beautiful Aquamarine. (Learn more about Colorado Geology here: ) 

12.) The People 

Finally, one of the best parts of Colorado are the people that live there. Generally an outdoorsy and kindhearted people who enjoy those famous Colorado sunsets, an evening around the campfire and a good conversation. 

Maybe it's because Coloradans live in such a beautiful and inspiring place. 

Watch this (a little bit dramatic) but short and lovely summation of why you should enjoy Colorado to it’s fullest!


(please note: I own some, but not all of the images above, I know I focused a lot on the outdoors aspect but that’s what I am all about so naturally it was a big part of this post. If you feel like I missed anything please leave a comment and I will make an updated version so that all of Colorado can be represented. Thanks for reading!)

Thorns and Needles (Ch4)

Okay, so I’m not even gonna lie.  This is pretty much for you to get to know Jack, and it’s why it took so long for me to finish.  Had to do a bit of research and figure out my timeline and whatnot.  I hope you guys like it!!

Also, it might have a tiny bit of flustered cuteness in it

Chapter 4: Irish Coffee

So Jack had seen him on his weekly visits to Lil Biscuits? When Jack looked at Mark, did he see something artistic and beautiful?  Did he see a moment worth capturing and freezing in time?

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Thought to Exist in The Wild

For the first six months of my veganism, I just could not let go of zoos. I had loved them since I was a child, every school project I did in primary school was about our local zoo and the animals whose lives I followed intensely. I knew their names, how many children they had and where they had come from. Accepting zoos as the terrible places they are was one of the most bitter things I have ever had to do. And the following is the essay that finally convinced me. I have yet to see it argued as beautifully and convincingly as this, it is well worth a read.

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042. Visiting On Tour [Sister]


While you never said it out loud due to not wanting to offend anyone, you always considered yourself the happiest when it came to seeing Louis again. It was your birth right as his twin to feel more joy than anyone else in your family when he was around. You two had entered the world together after all. Of course, you two kept in touch, but you knew it wasn’t easy for him when he had responsibilities all over the world and to so many other people. You felt sort of selfish when you took up his time on Skype or even when you just texted to tell him something funny that happened on the bus on the way to your course.

“It’s nice to you to stay up and hang out with me.” As low as your voice could go, you told Louis as you travelled up the hotel staircase together. It was late and it felt natural to whisper even if you weren’t at home, coming in after a night of partying with friends. Louis had a day of press in the morning, but insisted that you two do some catching up since he hadn’t been able to pick you up at the airport or even have you at dinner since he was running around with band stuff.  “I’m sure you must be tired.”

“We never get to talk. This is worth losing a little sleep.” Amused by your consideration, Louis scoffed before forcing a door open to reveal the rooftop hotel, deserted due to being reserved for One Direction and their crew only.

You kept your eye on your brother as you knelt down by the shallow end of the soft Dodger blue water, feeling with the tips of your fingers if it was as warm and as inviting as it looked. It was. You rolled up the bottom of your jeans over your calves and hung your feet in, grinning up as Louis started to join you with two empty Stella bottles.  

“Did you read that article?” He clinked the neck of his beer against yours and asked, taking a large swig between his words, “The one the mirror did with Troy.” It had been published a couple days ago, but Louis wasn’t sure if you even bothered reading the paper or if you had had a chance to see it.

“I heard, yeah…” Looking down at the water rippling around Louis’s and yours feet, you nodded. Your best friend had e-mailed you a link to the article, not sure if she should have, and you had read it on the bus while going to school. If she hadn’t sent it to you, you would have heard all about it from your mother when you arrived home. She was really up in arms about it. “Has he really gone backstage before?” You assumed Louis would have told you about that, but then again, he had always been private and kept certain things from you. There wasn’t very much off the table for you two, but there was a few select topics that you never bothered to get into.

“Yeah.” Louis nodded, almost sounding ashamed for reasons unbeknownst to you. “I’ve never seen him, but assistants have come to tell me. I’m just not…” He started to form an opinion, but silenced himself by way of brew.

“Don’t let it bother you. You don’t owe anyone anything.” You knocked your ankle against his in the water, hoping that your reassurance would be helpful to him. The self-appointed man of the house, he had a tendency to put the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Hey, at least he claims you, right?” Laughing, you tried to perk him up. Self-deprecation had been a weapon of yours for quite some time, not one that anybody was terribly impressed by. Louis looked at you with confusion, swallowing a cold sip, and waiting for you to elaborate. “He’s all telling the papers how proud he is of you, his son the rock star…” Not once, not even an after thought at the end of the story, did he mention his daughter. Of course, you understood that your name wouldn’t sell a paper like your twin’s, but it still stung to see your father only regretted being absent from Louis and not you.  You wouldn’t say it to anyone, but of course it hurt your feelings.

“[Y/N]…” It was rare for Louis to be rendered speechless, but his tongue was tied there. He couldn’t say the right thing if he tried because it would have been a lie. It was pretty outright shitty for your father to not have even acknowledged your existence when he was making such a loud statement about Louis’s.

“It’s fine, Louie. I understand. I wouldn’t claim me either.” This time Louis fixed you with an unamused look, his lips flattening out into a straight line while his eyes filled with the sass you two share (your mother said it must have formed in the womb). “I’m studying to be a legal assistant, I work at a hardware store, oooh Daddy, love me…” You mocked yourself with a hasty roll of your eyes and then laughed. “Let’s not waste tonight on talk about him though, okay?” With one hand, you reached down and itched your exposed leg. It wasn’t as if you and Louis got to see one another every single day anymore, you had to make the most of your time together.

“You do know I’m damn proud of you, right?” He let go of his beer, placing it between both of you, and leaned all his weight on his palms behind up, looking up at the half moon hanging above you both and reflecting over the pool. 

For a moment, you melted. It did mean a lot coming from Louis, more than it did others, because you two knew one another inside and out, he had been there for you when no one else was around, and he knew that it wasn’t easy for you to grow up fatherless with sister’s who had men to identify with.

“Well, duh,” You played it cool. “I’m awesome.”


A middle child. Sometimes, you thought that would be the title of your autobiography as it described you to an absolute tee. Sandwiched between Gemma and Harry, you were the quintessential middle child that they needed in order to sprout into the two wonderful creatures that they were. You had a close relationship with each of your respective siblings, but you always felt good about how independent you are. Your mother always liked pointing out that you rarely asked permission before doing anything, you just did it and while that often got you in a time out (like when you decided to cut Harry’s locks with craft scissors or when you walked to the store by yourself around the age of four), it also served for the reason you had accomplished so much. You might not have been a touring musician, but you had a lot to be proud of and you were.

Harry had been feeling quite homesick according to your mother, but she was busy with your grand mum and couldn’t fly out to see him and since Gemma had finals, the ball was placed in your court.

So excited to see ya! X

Harry texted you right as you were boarding your long flight to Los Angeles from London. You were looking forward to seeing him as well, but you felt different than the other times. Usually, you were standing in line for the plane with your older sister, laughing at the people-watching you were doing or eavesdropping on your mother as she was talking to just about anyone around. It was a family holiday all those other times and right now you felt like you were being sent on a work trip with the sole purpose to comfort your little brother, the one you barely saw anymore or even spoke to that often.

You carried your duffel bag over your shoulder and walked over to the waiting crowd of people, looking for someone with your name on a card since you knew it was unlikely that Harry would actually pick you up. He probably would have been mauled if he did. You were just about to go find a taxi on your own when a man two feet taller than you, easily, appeared in a black polo with your last name on a card.

He took your bag happily and led you out to a parked SUV, the windows as tinted as the shades of his sunglasses. The Los Angeles sun seemed to attack your pupils instantly and you wished you had a visor or sunnies to put on for protection. After he put your bag in the back, the man opened up the back door and there he was, your baby brother, grinning from ear to ear with all his teeth exposed and waving at you. It was like you were Harry Styles and he was the speechless winner of a chance to meet you.

“Hello.” Laughing, you climbed up and slid right next to him, his arms engulfing you immediately.

“How was your flight?” Harry asked directly in your ear as he held you tightly. “Damn, I’m so glad you’re here. When was the last time it was just you and me?” He asked as he let you go, the car beginning to pull away from the airport.

As you put your seatbelt on, you wondered to yourself when the last time you and Harry had any one on one time was. Your sister was always there or someone else in the family or one of his band mates or management team or just someone. While you fancied being on your own just fine, you sort of had forgotten how to be Harry’s sister without someone else around to conduct the scenario. Breathing in deeply, you hoped that you would clue in soon. You worried that the strange feeling you felt sitting next to him wouldn’t pass. He seemed to have no problem at all, but you felt the same way you did when sitting in your aisle seat on the plane right next to the little old Indian woman who knit the whole time. Harry felt like as much of a stranger as she did.

“You know, I don’t know…” You told him, watching as the LAX sign Miley Cyrus sang about passed you by.

“Well, we’re going back to the hotel, you’ll meet everyone!” Harry blathered.

You hoped that being surrounded by others would make everything flow much easier. You wanted so badly to have a close relationship with your brother and, obviously, he wanted that too.

“Am I coming to the show tonight? Where do you want me?” You asked, remembering that you were there to help subside Harry’s homesickness.

“Yeah, you can hang out backstage or sit with Eleanor, it’s whatever you want!”

Everything was an exclamation with him while you were feeling as awkward as you did on your period.

“We’ll see.” You shrugged. “You’re really happy.” You noted, your eyes rolling over him. He looked like he was in good shape and that was important. Your mother always worried that he wasn’t sleeping enough or drinking enough water.

“I’m super happy. I never get to just hang out with you.”

It was so sweet and genuine. For a moment, you saw Harry as the brother with the bowl cut who used to look underneath your bed for sandmen and monsters because he was terribly fascinated with them, not at all frightened.

“I’m super happy, too.” You replied, feeling very wanted and it was hard not to like that.


“Wait,” Niall interrupted his mother, picking up the phone that he had been resting between his ear and shoulder as he was rummaging through his bag on the bus for a certain white v-neck he wanted. “Only dad and James are coming?” Looking straight ahead, he asked.

“And Theo and Denise.” She corrected.

“Why not you and [Y/N]?”

“I’m going to come later. I just can’t right now, honey.” Her voice chimed so sweetly to him on the other side. It literally sounded like a staccato flute to him. Niall wasn’t really a mummy’s boy by any means, but he missed her and home dearly at the moment. He didn’t want to make her feel guilty, but he was disappointed to know she wasn’t coming or his little sister either.

After a quick ‘I love you’, Niall hung up and tossed his cell phone to the side in order to find his shirt. Once he did, he put it over his bare chest and kicked his bag back under the bench he had it stored.

It was right before he was about to go on stage. Everyone was gathering the cold cement hallway outside of the dressing room, the ritual of static and sound beginning just a few feet away. Niall gave himself a once over in the mirror before his phone buzzed in the pocket of his blue jeans, the ones so desperately in need of a wash. He scrambled to pick it up, his head lurking to see if he was missing anything convivial in the hall.

It was James calling, his name blinking on the screen like fluttering lashes of a pretty girl before she gives in to a butterfly kiss, and Niall couldn’t resist hearing from his brother. He would always happily respond to him, no matter what he was in the middle of. Well, maybe not certain things.

“Sup? I’m just about to go to stage.” Niall informed his brother as soon as he answered, spotting the four members of 5SOS joining the hallway jamboree, fresh from the stage themselves. Niall’s feet began to tap on the ground, eager to join his friends.

“I’m packing. Is there anything you need or want from home?” James asked, his voice at warp speed in order to not take up any of Niall’s time.

“Uh, nah. I’ll just send ya with some laundry and Mum can bring it clean when she comes with [Y/N] later…” He shrugged, walking closer and closer to the door. He could hear the conversations clearer now and he was even antsier to join in.

“I don’t think [Y/N] is going to come with Mum.” James sounded unsure, his uncertainty pulling Niall out of the moment. He kinked his head to the side, nearly cracking it, confused as to why. You were his little sister, your friends worshipped him and the band, why wouldn’t you want to come to the sunny United States and hang out with him?

“Why the fuck not?” Niall pulled away from the metal doorframe and asked, pressing his back against the painted white brick wall. He wanted to see his little sister. He wouldn’t get to see you until the North American leg was over otherwise and that was two months away. It had already been so long.

“Her head hasn’t recovered yet.” Simply, like they were talking about their favorite animals, James mentioned.

“What’s wrong with ‘er head?” Niall’s eyes nearly disappeared over his bent brows. He could hear Louis and Zayn calling for him out in the hall, laughing as they did. It was just about show time, but it was far from his mind right now.

“You seriously don’t know?”

“No. Fuck. What’s going on?” Niall didn’t like being out of the loop when it came to anything, but it felt the worst when it involved his family. So much happened back at home when he wasn’t there and he had a hard time not letting it bother him.

“You know, she had a concussion last Easter from football, right?”

“Yeah…” Niall nodded slowly. A lot of people had concussions from sports, it was nothing. They wore off. Niall took it with a masculine approach. He even remembered telling you to just suck it up and get back in the game.

“Well, she’s had like four since then…she can’t play anymore, she loses her balances a lot, and gets all disoriented. She’s not living with Dad anymore, she’s with Mum now.”

This was a lot of news for Niall to take all at once and especially when he was needed out with the rest of the guys so desperately.

“Niall, hey, come on.” Paul popped his head in, straddling the threshold and egging Niall to hurry up. The lights in the arena had gone down and the crowd was even louder than before.

“It’s just easier for Mum to watch her…” James took Niall’s stunned silence as him asking for more details. “Look, you said you got to go, call Mum later, maybe [Y/N] will be up….talk to her. They must have not told you because they didn’t want ya to worry. Nobody likes to bug ya.”

Niall hung up with limp bones, feeling like the same way he felt when hung over, just like rubbish. He put his phone back into his pocket, making sure it was on airplane mode, and sluggishly joined the boys. Everyone was chanting and pumping each other up as they rushed to the stage, but Niall couldn’t shake you from his mind. He knew that you didn’t want to worry or bother him, but not knowing that you were in pain and ill didn’t sit well with him either.

The entire show he just wanted to rush off stage and call you, demand to know how you were feeling and tell you to come visit, tell you to never keep something as important as your wellbeing from him again.


“It’s so awesome that you can make time and come see me!” Zayn exclaimed through closed teeth as he finally relinquished you from a tight squeeze. He had snuck up behind you in the parking lot behind the arena and snaked his arms around your waist. You were in your first year of University and he had been bragging all day that you had made time in your studies to pay him a visit.

“I’m not that busy.” Turning to face him, you laughed, and went in to hug him. “Who else would I rather see anyway, right?” Your arms connected behind his neck as you breathed him in. Back at home, you two ran with mutual groups and you had missed him painfully. Your heart ached inside your chest every time you saw him on a Skype screen or heard his deep voice saying ‘hello’ on the other end of the phone.

“Not that busy. You’re at Westminster…killing it.”

Your lips stretched out, revealing your teeth lining up in a straight line. It wasn’t something you were in the business of doing, lying to your older brother, but you hadn’t planned to tell him so soon. Somehow, you doubted it would sit well with him and you didn’t want to be out in public when you told Zayn what was going on. Of course, he probably would shout less out in the open than he would in a hotel room.

“Are you not doing well?” Zayn asked after seeing your facial expression go from chipper to uneasy in just a couple seconds. “Did ya bring any of it? I bet I could help.” Zayn was modest and knew he wouldn’t know much about what you were learning, but he would still try to help you. You meant the world to him after all. He wanted you to be successful as much as he wanted peace on Earth.

“No, I was doing fine…” You began, two of your fingers already in your mouth as you gnawed on your nails, a bad habit you indulged in when nervous. “I am taking some time off…” The words came out of your mouth like a confident man on an afternoon stroll. Maybe, he wouldn’t be upset. A gap year wasn’t totally uncommon.

“You dropped out?”

“No. I’m just trying something else.” Directly, you corrected him.

“You only gave it, like, three months.”

“And a week.” If he was going to argue you with you, you wanted him to do so accurately. Zayn could be such a strong personality, but you knew it came out of a place of good.

“Well, are you working? What are you doing?” It was written all over Zayn’s face that he was trying to keep his jets cool. He still had his hands in the pocket of his zip up and that was a good sign. No cigarettes had been lit yet, no curse words tossed around like hands in the air that just didn’t care.

“I’m going to Guizhou.”

His eyes blinked at you blankly, like you weren’t speaking in English anymore, which you supposed you weren’t.

“China.” You clarified.

“I know where Guizhou is!” Zayn huffed with his chest being pushed out for a moment. Part of you wondered if he did though, you watched his eyes roll away from you with a cheeky smile. “What on Earth are you going to China for?”

“I’m going with WWF. What’s left of the population of giant pandas is in forests around the southwestern part of China, so I’m going in an effort to protect them and learn…”

Zayn’s mouth opened and then closed and then opened again. He waved his hands in front of himself for a moment before backing up and helping himself to the bottom stair of the backstage door. It was the most dramatic you had ever seen your brother behave.

“So, let me just recap here,” He used his hands to animatedly explain what you had just told him. “You dropped out of Westminster so you could go to China to play with Giant pandas? Am I right?”

Very few things bothered you more than when Zayn started to behave like your father. He wasn’t all that much older than you after all and you deserved a lot more credit than he gave you.

“Yes, but don’t say it like that, like it’s stupid or insane,” The Malik sibling argument had started now and you were sure on the other side of the door someone was listening in, they always were. “You auditioned for a huge television show and now are in one of the most popular bands in the world. Crazier things have happened than be going to help a cause I give a fuck about!” You didn’t come to your brother to be scolded and you weren’t going to stand there while he ridiculed you.

“I just think you should get an education.” He was particularly pushy about it since he was currently touring and couldn’t be in University. It was no secret that Zayn had interests outside of One Direction, that he would have liked to study art and other creative avenues. “You’re a smart girl.”

“University isn’t going anywhere. Pandas literally are.” Passionately, you explained. “I want an adventure, too. You’re seeing the whole world and I’ve barely been out of England.” If it wasn’t for Zayn being away so much, you probably would never have been on a plane.

“I just want you to be safe. I mean, this doesn’t sound safe…” It wasn’t like you would be protecting pandas from mosquito bites. There were poachers out there and you would be so far away from home. You didn’t have allies in China and Zayn wasn’t just a phone call away. He didn’t know how he felt about it.

“What are you worried about?” Dropping your arms to the side, you asked before starting to join him on the step, your body aligning with his as you bent your knees upward.

“We will Skype like we do now.”

“Not as often.” You could hear Zayn pouting without even looking at him. Usually, it was you fearing the separation and painfully missing your sibling. It was weird, but kind of nice to see Zayn handling the same emotions you had had to.

“I’m gone a year.”

“You’re going to miss Christmas?” He looked at you as if he was a child of three being told that Santa wasn’t actually real.

“I’m afraid so.” Apologetically, you told him and put your arm over his shoulder. “I’ve never really known what I’m doing, Zayn, but this feels right. I really am excited. I don’t feel scared at all.”

“That’s crazy. I feel scared and I’m not even going to a Chinese forest.” He mumbled

Leaning close, you kissed his stubble covered cheek and then rested your head against his shoulder.

“Can we stop talking about it? Let’s just enjoy these two weeks.”

“Yeah. We have to.” He breathed out solemnly before hugging you again, pulling you into his skin like he wanted to keep you attached to him forever.


“Hey, I was just thinking of you.” He sounded so cheery on the other end of the phone, making your chest tighten with guilt. “Two days til you’re here. I can’t wait to see you.” Liam twisted the knife you already were wheeling into your body a little more to the right. “Neither can Harry.” He laughed.

The words weren’t lining up properly in your mouth, so you decided just to open up and let it all out at once, “Liam, I can’t come. I’m sorry.” It sounded just like one large word when it came out of your mouth.

“What’s going on?” He had arranged for the whole thing, sending you the ticket via e-mail, and he had already come up with a list of things for you to go once you were there with him.

“I just…I really…I can’t.” As if that was a good enough answer, you told him.

Liam knew all about your anxiety. It had been plagued you since you started dance classes back when you were about seven or eight. While you had dabbled with medication, it had never really been confronted properly. Your parents understanding, but impatient about it as they didn’t quite understand. Neither did either of your sisters. As the youngest Payne, you had clung to Liam about it. He hadn’t had a very easy time in high school so you assumed he would sort of understand, but more and more, you realized that it was just as foreign and confusing to him.

“Is something going on, [Y/N]?” He checked. You could hear him moving around on the line and your heart sunk, feeling as if you bugging him.

“I’m sorry. Were you doing something important? Were you sleeping?”

“I was watching TV.” Everyone always assumed that he was so busy, but a lot of the time, being on tour just meant sitting around and killing time. “I really want you to come. I’ve kind of already made some plans…”

“I’m just really nervous, Liam.” Rubbing at your temple, like two sticks trying to create flames, you shared. It wasn’t easy for you to say it out loud, it felt like a brick leaving your throat, but you supposed honesty was the best policy, at least when you were talking to your older brother.

“Nervous about what?”

Loudly, you sighed, “It’s hard to explain.”

Liam made a noise just like you had on the phone and you worried that you had frustrated him.

“I’m sorry. I want to see you, but it just…it really makes me panic. I don’t want to have a panic attack on the plane or while we’re doing something over there…” San Diego was a long way from England.

“Have they been really bad lately?” There were periods of time where you seemed to be alright to Liam and he knew you had your ups and downs, but since he had been gone so often lately and for so long, he hadn’t experienced your anxiety first hand for a long time. In fact, he had kind of forgotten about it.

“Yeah. It’s been pretty bad. I don’t want to bug you with it, but – “

“Stop that!” He scolded you, cutting you off completely. Your nervous voice was apparent to him and it was terribly sad for him to hear. He knew that he might not have made it clear with his absences so frequent, but he cared about you more than he did any shows or any songs. You weren’t bothering him and he needed you to understand that. “I give a fuck, okay? I care.” You weren’t used to him swearing and it had you quiet instantly. “I want you to come though. If you get nervous or you feel uncomfortable, we’ll deal with that. Obviously, I’m going to make sure you’re okay all of the time. I can even arrange for someone to fly with you if you want.” Liam sometimes thought he could make anything happen. He hadn’t tried walking on water yet, but he probably would someday.

A moment of silence flooded the conversation, both of your nostrils doing the rest of the talking.

“Are you going to come?” He checked, his voice deep and very curious.

You nodded before properly answering.

“Yeah. I’ll be there.” You peeped. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He grunted before chuckling. “I can’t wait to see you, sis.” Liam’s words sounded like a promise and, for a nanosecond, you felt a little more at ease than before.

I’ve never written a sister one before. I hope it was alright.