let it be known now that i have never taken myself seriously

more texts for you bitches


[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
[text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].


[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.
[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??


[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day


[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love


[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin


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So This Is Love [2]


Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

Peter Parker x Reader


// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomshollandss

I clashed my sword against Tony’s. He resisted my force and it took much of my strength to push him back. Tony stumbled backwards, surprised. I smirked.

“You’re getting stronger, Your Highness.” He commended me.

“And you’re getting old.” I joked. He shook his head, smiling.

“I taught you everything you know, remember that.” Tony wiped the sweat off his brow. Tony has spent many years teaching and mentoring me about the ways of royalty alongside my Uncle Benjamin. When my father had passed, Uncle Benjamin took on regency. He is to hold on to power until I the time that I am of age and that time was coming soon. In two months to be exact.

“Aren’t you glad that you did?”

“Right now, no.”

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the reading of a quiet boy’s heart ❁ peter parker

summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist. 

technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately. 

wc : 3.4k

author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves

  Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now. 

  They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to. 

   He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye. 

     Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though. 

    “Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me. 

   He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much. 

   When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being. 

   “You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?” 

  Dear Y/N,

        This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.

   You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal. 

   Dear Y/N, 

     Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too. 

   “See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?” 

    “I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.” 

  Dear Y/N, 

      I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark,  but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off. 

    Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye. 

     Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever. 

    May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself. 

   “I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead. 

   “You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?” 

   “Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!” 

   Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit. 

   You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you. 

   He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus. 

   Dear Y/N,  

     I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day. 

   If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you’ve only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so. 

Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care, 

       Peter Benjamin Parker :) 

   He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable. 

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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Unbearable Distance [Prince Sidon/Reader]

Title: Unbearable Distance 
Pairing: Prince Sidon x Reader (you)
Summary: Prince Sidon has always been overprotective of you and anxious over your depatures, whereas you’re just trying to keep yourself from being a blubbering mess.

A/N: Yo! First Sidon fanfic out of the many I plan to do. If you have a request, feel free to ask! Also. Unless specified, the reader character is gender neutral. So, my hope is that anyone who reads it will find enjoyment in it!

Lemme know your thoughts!

“Are you certain you wouldn’t just prefer for me to take you there myself?”

“No. Horseback will be more comfortable and more… dry…”

“Ah, yes. Point taken. However, I do think that if your village is so near to Lake Hylia, it would be most beneficial for me to–”

“There are merchants I need to meet along the way. Don’t worry about it.”

“My love, must you take the road less traveled? The descent through the hills, the woodlands, the pastures–they’re brimming with beasts!”

“It’s okay, seriously. Stop worrying so much.”

“Darling, please allow me–”

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Lucifer Morningstar Imagine - You See Him In His True Form

Quick note! All Lucifer imagines I write are from the show Lucifer. :)

Your P.O.V.

“Lucifer!” I yelled out my friend’s name angrily as soon as the elevator doors slid open. I stepped into his penthouse and searched the dim lighten area for him. I found him by the big windows, dressed in a white button up, suspenders and a black bow and of course his fancy pants and shoes. “Y/N, it’s a pleasure to have you here” He smiled slickly and walked towards me. He had no idea how mad I was at him.

     He had crossed lines many times but this time was different.

I was just about to break up properly with my boyfriend, now ex boyfriend Robin, with a good plan. I wanted to do it nicely so no one would get hurt but Lucifer here had taken matters into his own hands. As I got to Robin’s apartment and he saw me, he slammed the door shut and started yelling the most bizarre things, such as ‘go away!’ ‘don’t come closer’ ‘please, leave’ ‘he’s bad Y/N’ ‘he’s going to kill me! Then you’ - those things didn’t clear things up. I just stood behind his door, worried as I listened. Damn, I nearly called my friend Chloe Decker, the detective. But what Robin had said next put the pieces together.

’He’s the devil!’ 

‘‘A vein will most certainly pop soon if you don’t relax. Has something happened?’‘ He noticed my anger as he got closer. Lucifer’s smug smile faded as he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured some into two glasses. Yes, I wanted to yell at him but something about this man made me feel things. He made me less angry, almost calm. When I was around him, I didn’t want my anger to control me. 

‘‘Well shouldn’t you know, Lucifer?’‘ I spat right back at him yet I took the glass of wine. In this moment, I needed it. Lucifer looked around and pretended to think of something. It just annoyed me. ‘‘What the hell did you do to Robin?’‘ I screeched out because I was sick and tired of his games. Suddenly, he looked like he remembered. I swear, it was really close that a real lightbulb would’ve appeared above his head.

‘’Right! The douche lover of yours’’ Lucifer chuckled and gladly sipped his drink. I rolled my eyes before closing them, finding it hard to contain myself. My blood was boiling from rage. He just had to be like this. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. ‘‘How are things by the way?’‘ He asked quickly since I used my time to calm down instead of talking.

‘‘Well, ex-lover now..I visited him only to find the guy scared to death. So, I’ll ask you this one more time, what did you do?’‘ I looked him straight in the eyes. The air grew tense around us and I could tell he realised I wasn’t cool with this anymore. Lucifer clenched his jaw and then sighed, letting go of his childish play. 

‘‘Fine. I had some serious things to discuss with the capricious ass-’‘ He started but as soon as he used those annoying words, I groaned. ‘‘Can’t you even call him by his name?’‘ I broke his sentence. Yes, Lucifer and I were good friends. Trust me, although he was annoying the life out of me, we rarely fought. Tonight could be an exception. Something told me that neither of us would surrender or apologize easily.

‘‘Do you want me to speak or not?’‘ Lucifer raised his voice. It was a little scary but I couldn’t expect him to start yelling or throwing stuff. ‘‘Okay, go on’‘ I encouraged him and tasted the wine. ‘‘As I was saying, I went over to his lousy apartment just to have a chat. I confronted him about the things he had done, because truth be told Y/N, he is a jackass. I even got him to admit the things he had done to you, even got it on tape and all’‘ He smiled proudly as he told me his side of the story.

I couldn’t believe him. Yes, Robin had treated me bad once or twice but it wasn’t life threatening. ‘’Why was he so scared then?’’ I wanted to know. ‘’I might’ve given him a taste of his own medicine’’ Lucifer admitted like this was all a game. Before I had a say in it, he kept going. ‘’ That biscuit arsed chav deserved it tho’’ Lucifer defended himself. By now, I wasn’t sure what he had done but it was no good. Had he hit him? Or were they just throwing words at each other?

‘‘Did you ever stop to think that some of those words could easily describe you?’‘ I raised my eyebrow. Something about what I said pissed Lucifer off. He put his glass down and he walked even closer to me, so close I had to step back. ‘‘Don’t ever compare me to him’‘ He growled seriously. I was too angry to think about my own actions. ‘‘Well I just did. You’re just a freak, Lucifer! God, I don’t even know if that’s your real name!’‘ I screamed back at him.

‘‘Don’t mess dad into this!’‘ Lucifer yelled loudly. I just stared at him in disbelief. In the middle of our heated fight, he still brought up his ridiculous life story. ‘‘Are you for real?’‘ I breathed out. He just nodded back at me. A moment of silence fell between us. I had a thousand thoughts in my head but I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought that for once he would take our friendship seriously but no. He still went along with his story of being the devil.

‘‘I was wrong when I said you were similiar with Robin’‘ I started more calmly, feeling sad. ‘‘Well that’s reassuring to hear. He’s a truly nasty-’‘ He started to call Robin names again. ‘‘You’re exactly like him!’‘ I let him know darkly. It was something I yelled in the heat of the moment and I knew I couldn’t take it back. Something twisted in his eyes once those words left my red lips. Lucifer grabbed my shoulders and stared deeply into my eyes. It felt like a trance and I completely froze as I looked back at him. Then it happened.

His usually soft brown eyes turned bright red. The white in his eyes turned pitch black, making the red stand out more. It’s like he glitched in real life and the next second his skin was deep maroon and leather like. ‘’I’m nothing like him!’’ He growled in a very deep voice. His hair was gone. It was just him but in a devilish form. Just looking at him like this filled me with fear. I was terrified. As quickly as he turned into that beast, he got back to normal.

Shock took over me. I didn’t dare to move nor breathe. Tears stung my E/C eyes and my heart was beating so hard it nearly hurt. Soon I found my entire body quivering. We were both quiet until I dropped my glass on the floor. It made a loud breaking sound and the wine splattered across the floor. Fear had taken over me and my anger was long gone. 

‘‘P-Please..don’t..hurt me’‘I whimpered as realization sunk into me. I had been friends with the devil for a year. Recently I had a crush on the devil. All along, he had been telling me the truth. His grip on my shoulders loosened and I attempted to take a step away from him. Just perfectly, my heel slipped on the wine and I lost my balance, hitting the floor hard. I winced out in pain but I didn’t stay on the same spot. For fuck’s sake, he was the devil!

I pushed myself further away from him, getting glass shards into my skin. I didn’t care about the pain. I just wanted away from Lucifer. I saw how his anger faded as well. He stared at me in shock, almost sadly. It’s like he hadn’t planned to do that at all but it happened. I looked at him and let my tears ruin my makeup. I backed off so much that I was leaning against the wall. Then I started panicking.

My breath got uncontrollable and I was bleeding from my hands.’’Y/N’’ My name left his lips which hurt. I felt sick, mentally and physically. ‘’Y/N you’re bleeding’’ Lucifer noticed and walked up to me. ‘’No!’’ I managed to scream and then I gasped, desperate for air. My lungs felt heavy and I was helpless. Lucifer ignored my words and he got down on the floor with me. He grabbed my arm and looked closer at the wounds. He looked genuinely worried. 

And I was so scared that I was surprised I hadn’t passed out yet. ‘’I’ll take care of that, you’ll be fine’’ He said quietly as he looked down. He sounded scared and even sad. A part of me wanted to ask him what’s wrong, but I was taken by my fear. Would he kill me now that I knew?

‘‘Breathe! Okay?..Just breathe..I-I’ll call the detective. She can-’‘ He started rambling. Seeing someone else now would make things worse. So I had to gather my strength and try to find reassurance in the fact we had known each other for over a year. ‘‘Please, no’‘ I breathed out and sniffled. He looked at me and I saw that he was on the verge of tears. He was afraid of something.

‘‘What? Why not?’‘ He seemed confused. I just shook my head no. Suddenly I felt like a child and speaking would be too hard. ‘‘Y/N talk to me’‘ Lucifer tried to make me speak. It just made me sob louder and I lost it. I pulled my bloody hands back and covered my face, crying into my hands. Lucifer decided that he wouldn’t just stare at me and do nothing.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I grew tense but I didn’t fight him. The scent of his luxurious cologne reminded me of our good moments. I tried to focus on them instead of the horrible thoughts. Lucifer had never ever treated me bad and now I felt guilty for saying he was like Robin.

Who knows how long we sat on the floor. My wounds stopped bleeding as the blood congealed. My breathing turned slowly back to normal and I stopped quivering. Yes, I was aware that he was indeed the devil but I tried my best to think of him as Lucifer. Just Lucifer. The man who I knew well. Not the son of God that was casted out of heaven to rule hell. Hell!

‘‘I’m sorry’‘ I whispered after a small eternity. ‘‘No. I’m sorry’‘ Lucifer spoke soon after. I gulped because I was still really nervous. It made me nauseous. ‘‘I shouldn’t have lost control Y/N. Mortals find it hard to handle these things. I didn’t want you to find out this way’‘ He continued more calmly. His words started to make sense to me. He always said ‘mortals ‘when talking of people yadda yadda yadda. Everything made sense. He had been telling the truth all along. I had just never believed him.

‘‘So..y-you’re not going to kill me?’‘ I asked him with a small voice. Lucifer tensed up and he looked at me seriously. It’s like my question almost offended him. ‘‘Of course not! Why on earth would I ever do that?’‘ He wanted to know. Suddenly, he cupped my face softly and wiped away my tears with his warm thumb. It freaked me out to be here but I didn’t have any other place to go to. I’d just cry and go barmy.

‘‘I just- I can’t believe..You..’‘ I tried to form a sentence but I gave up since I didn’t make sense. ‘‘Come on, let’s get your hands fixed. You don’t want blood all over yourself’‘ Lucifer tried to lighten up the mood. He helped me stand up and then he took me to his bathroom. A part of me wanted to run off and never come back but another part of me wanted to stay.I had mixed feelings and I hated it.

He made me sit on the toilet, with the lid down, as he grabbed some rubbing alcohol and tweezers. Lucifer started to pluck out the glass and I winced every once in a while because it hurt. ‘’It’s okay love. I’m done soon’’ He reassured me as calmly as he could. As my own shock had faded a tad, I started to think more. Lucifer seemed sad that I knew. It’s like he was ashamed and worried, worried that I would ditch him forever. 

The longer I thought about it, the more comfortable I got. What would it change that I had seen him like that? He was still the same person, right? At least I truly hoped so.

Once he washed my wounds with the alcohol, I groaned in pain. ‘’Fuck’’ I hissed, trying my best to ignore it. He made sure he got every wound before throwing the cotton pad away. ‘’So, now what?’’ Lucifer sighed, knowing that we had to talk about everything. The fight was left undone but trust me, I wasn’t in the mood to fight. I could barely talk without messing up because I was freaked out.

‘‘I really don’t want to fight’‘ I admitted quietly.Lucifer nodded and for once, he seemed to take this seriously. It was a miracle. ‘‘How about you get comfortable in bed, in the good boring way, and sleep? You could probably use a good rest now’‘ He suggested and started to sound more like himself. I couldn’t help but to crack the slightest smile at him.

‘‘You can lend my shirt’‘ He added as he saw what I was wearing; heels and a bloody white shirt and jeans. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ as we walked out of the bathroom. He was right, I could truly use some rest after everything. My breakup had been harsh and during those rough times with Robin, I had grown feelings for Lucifer. I had been so mad at Luci and then I was scared to death. All those feelings overwhelmed me. 

Although, I had imagined this moment sometimes, I never thought I’d stay. I had never fully believed Lucifer’s stories but I couldn’t help but to think what if. I thought I’d run to the other side of the world and stay there with a gun beside me 24/7. I was wrong. Now I would be in his bed.

I had been so close to the devil himself all along.

Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.


A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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anonymous asked:

Okay one I love you! And I love everything that you write! I always check on here 😂 Can you do a chocobros x reader trying on their bf clothes or cosplaying? Btw you are awesome! Okay bye! x3

Awww, I love you too! This is seriously one of my favorite things! Couples exchanging clothes are super cute and I’m all about it all the time!



One of your favorite things to do was to sit with Noctis while he was fishing. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as he held the rod, and the moment that he felt a tug the two of you would work together to bring the fish to shore. Yet you had never expected to suddenly be torn from the docks and sent splashing into the water below.

“You okay in there?” Noctis asked, knocking on the bathroom door, you had currently been in there for the last 45 minutes attempting to scrub the smell of lake and fish off of you.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second.” You called, looking to the mess of black clothes before you. Sharing a suitcase with your boyfriend, you had realized that at this time Ignis must have taken both of your clothes to be washed with the others, and the only clean outfit you had available now was one of Noctis’s.

Looking up from his phone, Noctis was shocked to see you in his clothes. You had worn his jackets multiple times, and even on some occasions, you’d steal a shirt to sleep in. Yet to see you in the full attire the Prince was known for, you looked so cute.

“Sorry, I had to steal your clothes sweetie, I think Iggy is doing a load of land-eee!” You squeaked as he embraced you tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Noct?”

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Sick || Tom Holland

Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): Fluff fluff fluff
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Request: Sorry if this is weird but could you do an imagine if you were super sick and you and Tom were supposed to fly back home after shooting iw together? He just takes care of you throughout the flight and checkin :) lol sorry I’m sick af rn
A/N: So, anon is definitely feeling okay now, since this request was made almost three weeks ago (whoops!) but I wrote it anyway and I hope you enjoy it. Again, so sorry for the delay.

Y/N had been feeling a little off of late. She felt lethargic, warmer than usual, and her head had been causing her incredible pain. Tom and Y/N had been set to leave for Tom’s home in England the next day as they had just wrapped up shooting a film together. They had packed and picked out their clothes for the next day when they crawled into bed. Y/N’s nose was stuffy and she felt overly hot half of the time she was asleep. She would throw the covers away from her body, only to later come back and wrap herself up as best as she could in them.
Upon waking up with a shivering Y/N in his arms, Tom knew something was wrong. She had caught something during their last week in Atlanta and it was just now making its presence known.

“Come on, love. We have a flight to catch.” Tom said softly as he gently shook Y/N awake. Y/N let out a groan as she was pulled from her sleep. Even in her dazed state, Y/N felt cold. She shivered and pulled the blankets further up her body. Her teeth chattered as Tom sat beside her on her side of the bed with a warm cup of tea. “Made you a warm cuppa.” Tom said as he handed the cup to Y/N, who happily took the cup into her hands and allowed its warmth to spread throughout her palms.

“I feel like shit.” Y/N stated after taking the first sip of her tea. The warmth of the tea made the sandpaper like texture of her throat slightly less harsh. Tom chuckled a little at Y/N’s comment as he put the back of his palm on Y/N’s forehead.

“You’re burning up.” Tom stated before his lips pursed. He stood suddenly from his spot beside Y/N. “I’m gonna cancel the flight. We’ll leave after two days.”

“No. Nuh uh. Thomas, we will do no such thing.” Y/N said sternly, using Tom’s full first name to put emphasis on her level of seriousness.

“But you’re sick. And I don’t want you feeling absolutely miserable all the way there.”

“I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. Please, Tom. Don’t make this a bigger deal than it really is.” Y/N pleaded. Tom thought it through before deciding instead of a cancelling the flight, they could just take a private jet instead. That way, Y/N wouldn’t have to be surrounded by people and Tom could take better care of her.

“Fine. You’re lucky I love you.” Tom mumbled as he placed a lingering kiss on Y/N’s warm forehead. Y/N smiled with triumph.

“Thank you!” She called after Tom as he walked out of the room.

During the entire process of leaving the rented apartment to getting into the air, Tom did everything in his power to ensure Y/N was absolutely comfortable. She’d taken some medicine before they’d left and was feeling a little lighter. And although Y/N insisted she was okay, Tom still felt like there was so much more to ensure total comfort for his girlfriend.

“I’m fine, Tom. Really, I’m all right.” Y/N reassured as she kissed Tom on the cheek. “All I want right now, is for you to cuddle me. I could really use some cuddles right now.” Y/N requested. It was the only thing she’d asked for, but it was what she needed most from Tom at the moment.

Tom reclined the chair as far as it could go and patted his lap. Y/N pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter around her before happily sitting in Tom’s lap. She leaned back and Tom wrapped his arms around her body while he rested his head on her shoulder.

“Comfortable?” He mumbled into the skin of Y/N’s neck.

“Very.” She hummed back. “Thanks, Tom, for taking such good care of me and for being the best boyfriend to ever walk this planet. I love you so much.” Y/N mumbled in a sleepy daze.

“Anything for my girl. And there’s no way you love me more than I love you.”

“There is so a way.” Y/N giggled back.

“Nope. Doesn’t exist.” Tom answered back stubbornly. They talked about anything and everything. Y/N just talked to hear Tom talk, the sound of his voice coated in his beautiful accent providing Y/N with a level of relaxation that was unparalleled. She was lulled to sleep as Tom continued to talk.

When they landed, Y/N was extremely tired. The medicine she had taken before they got on the jet was beginning to wear off and she could feel a dangerous headache coming on. Tom looked worried and Y/N assured him that she was all right. The soothing tone in her voice calmed him right down.

Once home, Tom offloaded the car with all their luggage. Y/N offered her help but was sternly turned down by Tom.

“I’m gonna sleep early today so that tomorrow when we’re at your parents’ place celebrating Paddy’s birthday, I’m not a weight dragging you down.

"You’re never a drag.” Tom said before he kissed Y/N’s cheek. She smiled widely before walking into their shared apartment. She took a nice, long, warm bath. Her fever had gone away and she was slowly starting to get better. 

                                               One week later

They had a regular morning routine. The first hour of the day, they spent together in the same room drinking their tea in a comfortable silence, save for the first ‘good morning’. Y/N would read a few chapters from the book she was immersed in at the time and Tom would scroll through his social media.
Y/N turned the page in her book and began to read the writing, until she heard it.

A sniffle.

Then another.

Y/N set her cup of tea down on the table and lifted her head up to look at the source of the sound. It was then she noticed the tip of his nose; red, and his cheeks were flushed a light red as well.

Y/N stood up from her seat and walked over to Tom. She put the back of her hand against his forehead and he slapped it away defiantly.

“What’re you doing?” He chuckled.

“You’re burning up.”

“No, m'not. Just a little warm is all.”

“You have a fever.” Y/N said before she took his arm and pulled him up off the chair.

“Where are you taking me?” Tom laughed.

“To the couch, of course.” Once there, she placed her hands on his bare chest and pushed him into the couch.

“Y/N, darling, you’re being dramatic. I feel fine, I’m fine.”

“Well, you can feel as fine as you’d like, but the truth of the matter is, you’re not fine. You took care of me, now it’s my turn to take care of you.” Y/N said with a smile before she kissed Tom’s cheek.

“Give me a proper kiss.” Tom demanded childishly.

“Nuh uh. Not while you’re sick.” Y/N laughed as she walked to get the medicine.

“I’m not sick!” He called after Y/N.

A/N: Yeet boi. That’s that. I hope that this is how you wanted this to turn out. Sorry I’ve been gone and haven’t posted in a hot minute. School is kinda just having a ball kicking my ass so I don’t have as much time to myself as I did before. But once I catch up from the week of work I missed I should be able to post more for sure.

Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!

First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–

Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it. 

So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.

Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.


“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.

“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.

“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.

“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?

He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”

“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.

He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”

“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”

He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”

“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”

“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”

“Noble.” She sipped her water.

“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”

“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”

He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”

“No,” she said, her face hot.

“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”

“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.

“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”

She blushed. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”

“Our first date.”

The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”

“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”

“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”

They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.

“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”

“Bad strange?”


“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.

She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.

Something felt different. “Whoa.”


“Your rings.”

“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”

“No, I know. I meant the other two.”

“What about them?”

“They’re different.”

“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”

“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”

He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”

“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”

“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”

“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”


“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”

She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.

God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.



“Let’s go have our wedding night.”

Keep on living (chapter 1) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Summary: You work at the Richard Rogers theater as the assistant to the musical director as Hamilton hits Broadway, and it’s while working there you develop a friendship/crush on Lin who is your nerdy workaholic nerd in arms. Meanwhile you hide the other secret part of your life from Lin and your friends,  keeping secret your abusive partner until you can’t hide it anymore. Expect some angst. 

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.  I wrote this originally as a fluff piece for myself but I realise it doesn’t come across as fluff!

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings: I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count:  2715


You were late again to rehearsals, that’s when he first noticed that something was wrong.

You were known for your punctuality, often getting to the theatre hours ahead of everyone. You used your tiny office in the basement to write, to go over notes, and to listen to recordings from the sound desk from the previous night’s show. After years of working shitty jobs this was your first job as musical director’s assistant and you weren’t planning on wasting the opportunity. You’d been with Hamilton since they made its transition to Broadway, you lived and breathed this production, and the Richard Rogers was practically your home.

So when you showed up 2 hours late that afternoon hiding behind a pair of oversize dark glasses, you were greeted by Lin’s fake gasp of surprise.

“Aaaaand what time do you call this Y/N?” he called as she skipped over to you, a wide grin on his face while he playfully put his arm around your shoulder. “You bailed on Oak’s birthday drinks last night. I can’t believe you left me in a bar singing karaoke by myself after you promised me a Disney duet medley!.”

He pouted and gave you puppy eyes. Ordinarily you’d laugh along with him and tease him about his failed disney duets (last time the gang had gone out for karaoke he drunkenly sang A Whole New World with Chris but Lin had naturally taken over singing both Aladdin and Jasmine’s parts leaving Chris and everyone else in fits of laughter at the over-excited disney nerd now serenading himself  in front of them) but today you were caught off guard.

You pushed the glasses tight against your face.

“Um sorry, I had an emergency, h-had to leave a-and get back home. I uh should get downstairs, there’s um some charts I was supposed to amend for Alex this evening.”

You put your head down and pulled away from Lin’s arm, fumbling for the door to make a quick getaway. Lin, sensing something amiss instantly transitioned from Goofy Lin to Serious Lin in a heartbeat, and ran around placing himself in front of you.

“Hey, sorry Y/N, is everything ok? Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Has something happened?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a squeeze as he lowered his head trying to meet your gaze while you stared at the floor.

You pushed his hand away, too scared to look him in the eye, knowing that if you did you might unravel at any moment.

“I’m fine, sorry, just in a rush.”

You quickly scuffled away, aware of Lin’s eyes following you. You felt like a dick.

You knew how weird you sounded and how rude you were being. You’d looked forward to Oak’s birthday drinks along with everyone else, and ordinarily you’d love to spend the afternoon joking around with Lin. There was even a time when Lin skipping over to give you puppy eyes would have made your heart flutter. You’d developed the most embarrassing crush on him during your first few weeks on the job which left you shy and unable to speak, but you’d pushed those feeling aside, choosing to be as professional as possible. Nobody would have taken you seriously with a silly crush on Lin.

Pippa had once called it the ‘Lin Effect’:

“ Everyone falls in love with Lin” she’d said during those first few weeks of rehearsals.

“He makes everyone in the room feel important and who can’t help but fall in love with that, it’s the Lin Effect!”

Lin had overheard Pippa saying this and for days afterwards he joked with anyone on stage who forget their lines or missed their mark that their lack of concentration was down to the Lin Effect. When you’d accidentally hit play on the sampler during a heart-wrenching rehearsal of Quiet Uptown, accidentally filling the studio with deafening hip hop beats, the cast had erupted into giggles and Lin punched the air and yelled ‘Lin Effect!’ and winked at you. Once you’d seen this goofy side you became less nervous around him and more like good friends. The crippling shyness was gone and in it’s place was an incredibly nerdy friendship born out of long days and nights, rehearsing, and thinking/talking/breathing music with him. And sure, he could still make you feel special just with a look, or by getting excited when you let him hear your own compositions for a half finished music project you’d been kicking around. They way his eyes lit up and got excited, the way he’d smile at you with a mixture of pride and and warmth could make your day. Even as just good friends, the Lin Effect was real.

But you couldn’t think about anyone just now. You just needed to stop and breathe and get to your office before anyone else saw you.

You practically fell into the office you shared with Alex, surprised to find Chris sitting there on the beaten up couch with Pippa, both in fits of giggles as each of them shared an earbud plugged into Chris’s phone. You’d hoped to find an empty room to be alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realise you guys were in here” you said with your hand quickly reaching behind you for the door handle ready to leave.

“Hey Y/N!’ Pippa called, ‘we were waiting for you, come and listen to this!’

You slowly edged your way over to the sofa on Pippa’s command. She scooted up and patted beside her gesturing for you to sit. ‘Here you gotta listen to this, it’s an old Freestyle Love Supreme recording, it’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard, check it out!” She pulled the ear bud out of her ear and thrust it towards you. You took it from her practically in slow motion, looking at the ear bud like you’d never seen an ear bud before.

“Ooh check out the glasses, does someone have a hangover?” laughs Chris. “Man you must be feeling ROUGH today huh!”. You nod along meekly without saying a word, leaving an awkward silence in the air. Pippa looks at you with concern then gently nudges Chris who puts his hands up “Ok ok, I’ll leave you two alone, sounds like someone is in desperate need of some coffee!”

As Chris slipped away you felt Pippa’s eyes narrowing on you

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sorry I’m just tired. Hungover.” You stammed.

Pippa’s eye’s lowered to meet yours, you were looking down in your lap, something was wrong. “Hungover? But you weren’t out with us last night though, we looked all over for you. Where were you?”

Hearing the concern in her voice was almost overwhelming and you could feel tears in your eyes. You slowed your breathing trying to steady yourself so you didn’t fall apart there and then.

“Y/N talk to me, what’s happened.”

You breathed, swallowed, and raised your head to meet hers. Slowly, you reached up and took off the oversize sunglasses that had shielded your face. As you took them off you still couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with her and you stared down at the sofa as you heard Pippa breathe in sharply.

Your face was bruised. Your left eye was swollen and bloodshot, your eyelid was purple, and there was a small cut on the top of your cheek, the skin was tinged yellow as the bruise faded out across your face.

“Oh my god Y/N are you ok? What happened? Oh my god who did this?”

You felt exposed.

You couldn’t tell anyone. He’d apologised, he hadn’t meant to. He wasn’t a monster. You didn’t want people to see that side of him. You weren’t making excuses for him, but he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just got upset and lost control, and it never meant to happen.

You’d been dating Mark for 3 months now. He was amazing, a talented musician, he was so smart, he was creative and enthusiastic and loved you. He really loved you. But he struggled too. His mental health wasn’t great and lately his dark moments had become dark days and dark weeks. He felt so scared of losing you and felt jealous that you were working in your dream job when he was still struggling. He hadn’t wanted you to go out last night, he was convinced you would cheat on him, that you’d drink too much and go home with someone else, scared that your ‘new dumbass theatre friends’ (as he called them) would convince you to leave him. You’d got annoyed, you’d snapped back at him, you hated someone so controlling, you just wanted one night out with your friends. And he’d hit you. He’d actually hit you. You couldn’t tell anyone.

“Y/N who did this?”

“Nobody. I mean.. someone tried to mug me, it’s fine, they didn’t take anything and I got away, it’s totally fine, I’m just tired.” You were bad at lying, your voice sounded strange and you were sure that she knew. You regretted saying it was a mugging instantly.

“Oh Fuck! Y/N that’s horrible, you poor poor thing. Did you call the police? I can come with you to the police station, what do you need?”

You made eye contact with Pippa for the first time since sitting down, her kindness felt so unbearable.

“It’s fine, honestly. I’ve already spoken to the police. I’m ok, I’m just tired.” You even cracked a smile to try and show just how ok you were pretending to be. You were the worst liar. She reached out and pulled you into a hug while she continued to say nice reassuring things. You couldn’t concentrate and you just closed your eyes hoping for some quiet calm soon.

Your eyes snapped wide as the door to your office swung open and Chris stood there.

“Hey I forgot my phone…” He trailed off as he saw your face and you quickly pulled your hair over your face feeling exposed.

“Y/N what happened?” He begun, but luckily, Pippa sensing your desire for the ground to swallow you up, instantly  jumped up pressing his phone into his hands and shooing him out of the office urging him to leave you alone for some quiet time and saying ‘yes she’s FINE’ over the top of his protests while shutting the door in his face.

“Oh god thank you.”

“That’s ok, although people are gonna be concerned. In fact I don’t want you going home alone tonight, I’ll take a cab with you. No ifs no buts.”

You wished you hadn’t blurted out a lie about being mugged. If anything that was just gonna bring more attention on yourself. And it wasn’t the same: people who got mugged were victims of something awful, you weren’t a victim, he said this was something you had done, that you’d made him this angry. Was this your fault? You slipped the glasses back up to your face, wishing for invisibility. You didn’t want any more attention, and you didn’t want anyone walking you home, you couldn’t run the risk of Mark finding out that you’d shown anyone your black eye. He’d wanted you to keep it hidden today, he was so sorry for what he’d done.

“It’s fine honestly Pippa. Mark’s coming to pick me up later so I won’t be on my own. And anyway I’m not sticking around for the show tonight, it’s my night off, i just came in to work on some charts for Alex for a couple of hours, so I’ll be home before dark anyway.”

“Well…ok. Sorry, I know you don’t need babysitting, I’m just so glad Mark will be with you, he’s a good guy, he must have been so worried about you.”

You zoned out as Pippa started praising Mark but hopefully that was enough to keep her from accompanying you home tonight. You made her promise not to tell anyone else what happened but you realised that was going to be impossible, but Pippa had at least promised to tell people not to ask you about it. You regretted lying so much, and what a shitty lie it was.

After much reassuring her that you were fine, she eventually left you to it. And in the quiet of the office you could finally breathe and concentrate on the charts Alex had asked you to work on. For the next couple of hours you worked on transposing music for new chorus members, tinkering with arrangements and for those two hours things were easy. You could get lost in your work, and notes and squiggles on a page were easier to deal with than real life. The two hours flew past in a whirlwind and you piled your folders together and grabbed your bag ready to head out before the evening crowds assembled for showtime.

As you made your way quietly down the corridor hoping to avoid speaking to anyone as you slipped out, at least until tomorrow, there was Lin. He was completely unaware of you as he sat on the floor near one of the prop rooms. His oversize hoodie was pulled over his head and he was staring intently at his laptop, bobbing his head in time to a beat through his headphones. Looking at him now with strands of hair hanging in his face as he absent-minded tucked them behind his ears he looked so lost in his music, so happy. On any other day you would have joined him and wasted time sharing songs and ideas, bouncing off each other until showtime.  On any other day you could have silently stolen a glance and noted how cute he looked while in full concentration mode. But today wasn’t any other day and you needed  a hot bath and some sleep and to figure out what to do.

You breathed in pushing the sunglasses tight against your face and left through the back door silently. The noise of the street hit you immediately and you realised you felt scared. You felt scared to go home, you felt scared to see Mark. You breathed in slowly, it felt like everything was in slow motion today.


You turned round and there was Lin. He’d followed you out, with his hood pulled down and his headphones hanging round his neck,. “I was waiting for you but you snuck out before saying goodbye”

“I’m sorry, it’s been a weird day, I just need to get home”

You eyes darted around, too scared to look him in the face. Did he know? Had Pippa told everyone?

“You’re not sticking around tonight?”

He looked disappointed.

“It’s my night off, I’m not feeling great. I’m just gonna go home.” You forced a smile but it came out a grimace.

“Has something happened?”

Did he know? You didn’t think he knew. But his eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed with concern.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine, it was nothing you don’t have to worry.”

You turned away, just wanting to escape but you felt his hand reach out to grab your arm. You winced as his hand slipped and he ended up grabbing your wrist. Your wrist was sore and tender from last night, where Mark had grabbed you, digging his fingers and thumb into your wrist to stop you from leaving. You gasped out in shock of being touched.

“Sorry I…” You looked back to see him glancing down at your wrist where faint red finger marks on your skin seemed to give you away. His eyebrows tensed and he looked up at you in shock. You quickly pulled your arm away, embarrassed.

“I need to go…” you began.

“Wait, Y/N..”

“Seriously, can we do this another day?”

Your turned to leave once again, only this time to find Mark walking towards you both, his mouth pursed and his eyes sullen. You hadn’t lied to Pippa, he really was coming to pick you up after work. It was something you’d been dreading.


“Hey.” He said, not looking you but staring intently at Lin. Lin broke his gaze away from you, and he turned to face Mark. You couldn’t tell what he was piecing together in his mind from your mood, the sunglasses, and now your wrist. His face was solemn and gave nothing away, gone was the cute smile and soft eyes from just a moment ago. He swallowed and smiled and put his hand out to Mark.

“Hey man, you must be Mark, I’ve heard a lot about you.”


Part 2 coming soon.is here

First Time With Minho (Smut Fic)

Prompt: You had been wanting to be a Runner for a while now, but Minho (your boyfriend) would never allow it. After he finally caves and let’s you be a Runner, you decide to give him the night of his life.

Bonus: Y/N calling Minho “Mean Hoe” for any reason whatsoever.

Warning: Smut

I had been in the Glade for four months now. It was a strange thought, to think I only had four months worth of memory stored in my brain. But those four months had been amazing.

It hadn’t taken me long to form friendships with the Gladers. My two best friends were easily Minho and Ben, but it didn’t take long for Minho to make his feelings for me known. It took even less time for us to get together. Yet it was mainly Minho who held me back from my dream: to be a Runner.

He knew I was fast, he knew I was smart - still, he refused. Until today.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Alby said, looking at me. I nodded, quickly following him to a more isolated part of the Glade.

“What is it, Alby? Everything’s okay, right?” My thoughts turned to the Runners, but it was still hours before the Maze shut for the day.

Alby nodded. “I’ve been talking with Minho.”


“He wants to take you out on a run tomorrow. Depending on how you do, he’ll decide if you become a Runner or not.”

I squealed loudly, filled with joy. Alby pressed his hands to his ears, but he didn’t bother trying to stop the smile that appeared on his face. Once I had finished, Alby lowered his hands back to his sides.

“I couldn’t tell. Were you excited?” Alby questioned, smiling brightly.

“You have no idea.”

For the rest of the day, I was super bubbly and couldn’t stop smiling. By the time Minho had gotten back from the Maze, I was more than ready to greet him and tell him how excited I was.

Just as Minho came into the Glade, his body covered in sweat, he stopped. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, and in that moment I rushed to his side. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hey, Y/N.” Minho stood straight, his hands on his hips. I wondered vaguely if I would be just as out of breath tomorrow, or if I would be more so.

“Hey.” I smiled and kissed Minho. He smiled into the kiss, but pulled away.

“Guessing Alby told you?”

“I’m going to be a Runner.” I announced proudly.

“Only if I say so,” Minho reminded. He wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked towards the Map Room. “I still don’t like the idea of you being out in the Maze. But shuck me if you’re not persistent.”

I couldn’t stop myself from being a tease as I sent him a smirk, whispering seductively into his ear, “If you let me be a Runner, maybe you will get shucked.”

Minho suddenly stopped, just feet away from the Map Room. “Seriously?”

“We’ll see.” I sent him a fliratatious look, gave him a wink, and then walked away from him.

“Y/N! That’s not funny! Are you being serious?”

I giggled, continuing forward.
“There’s the Glade,” I gasped out. My lungs were burning and my muscles ached. I hadn’t ran that much in… Well, I wasn’t sure. I was incredibly grateful to Minho for finally caving and letting me run.

We stopped just inside of the Glade. Minho was sweating, his breathing a lot quieter than my own ragged breaths. I was drenched, my hair sticking to my neck and face in what I was sure an unflattering way.

“You did good, Y/N,” Minho said, kissing my cheek. “You can be a Runner.”

“Great. Busy dying now.”

Minho laughed, pulling me towards the Map Room. “You can die after you finish your map. When you’re done with that, die all you want.”

“You are so mean to me.” I paused in thought. “Minho, the Mean Hoe.”
Minho smacked the back of my head. “Shuckface.”

“Ow! Bad hoe.”

We began laughing. It was nice being with Minho, not having a single problem in the world. Well, other than not knowing what was actually in the world, where we were, why were here, and -

“Don’t think so much. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Shove off.”
That night, the Gladers celebrated me becoming a new Runner. It was amazing. There was a huge bonfire, plenty of drink (Gally’s own secret recipe that was foul, yet no one could get enough of it), music, games and dancing.
As the night started to wind down, though, I suddenly remembered how I had teased Minho. It hadn’t been the first time that I hinted I’d have sex with him, but now, seeing Minho laughing with Newt and Alby, I suddenly wasn’t so sure it was just me teasing.

He looked gorgeous. Tan skin, dark hair, and his arms… Maybe I had a slight thing for his muscular arms.

Newt must have caught me staring at Minho, because he suddenly bumped Minho’s arm and nodded in my direction. Minho turned, saw me, and then a huge smile lit up his face. He jogged over to me, careful not to slosh his drink out of its cup.

“Like what you see, Y/N?” he teased.

“Yeah. This drink.” I quickly took it from him, downing a gulp to help collect my thoughts. Tonight was the night.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted. I smiled and kissed him.

“Thanks for making me a Runner.”

“Thanks for stealing my drink.” Minho took it back. I waited until he put it to his lips and began to drink before I leaned forward and whispered into his ear:

“Wanna have sex?”

I jerked back, giggling like mad as Minho started choking on his drink. His eyes found mine after he finished his coughing fit.

“Are you serious?”

I kissed him. “I love you.”

Minho’s face split into a wide smile. “I love you.”

The next thing I knew, Minho was leading me away from the others, calling out a “we’re going to bed” when Ben shouted after us. I didn’t miss the shouts of, “Go Minho!” By the way Minho only pulled me towards the Homestead faster, I knew he didn’t miss them either.

“I know you’re a Runner and all,” I said once Minho closed the door to one of the rooms in the Homestead. “But I don’t want this to be rushed.”

Minho nodded. “Never. I want to enjoy this.”

For a second, we both just stood there. And then Minho was moving towards me.

He kissed me tenderly at first, but it quickly became passionate. He lifted me up and my legs instantly went around his waist, my arms going around his neck to better hold me in place. Both of his hands were on my butt, keeping me firmly against him.

He sat me down on the bed. His eyes were dark with lust and I vaguely noticed that he had an erection.

“Take your shirt off,” I told him, tugging on the hem of his shirt. He quickly slid it off, his muscles tensing. I placed a hand on his abs, loving how they tightened and relaxed under my touch.

“I think you’re wearing too much.” His voice was deeper than usual, and it was oddly erotic. I moved to take my shirt off, but he pulled me to my feet again, stopping me. “I want to do it.”

A shiver of pleasure coursed through my body. Minho kissed his way from my mouth down to my collar bone, his hands dipping under the fabric of my shirt. A moment later, he was tugging it over my head. The second it was gone and thrown to who knows where, Minho had attached his mouth to my neck. His hands fiddled with my bra, trying to undo it.

I was just about to laugh and offer to do it myself when he bit down on a particularly soft spot. A rather loud moan escaped my lips. That damn shank smiled against my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. A second later, he pulled away, tugging my bra away from me smugly.

“Took you long enough,” I commented breathlessly. We hadn’t even done much of anything yet, and I was already excited beyond belief.

“Taking it slow, remember? Or did that last moan make you forget?”



And then we were pressed together again, our mouths moving in sync. One of my hands was on his tan shoulder, the other in his dark hair. I had always loved his hair, but I was rarely allowed to mess with it. Now was an exception. One of his hands was on my hip, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his arousal pressing against me. His other hand was on my breast, gently massaging it, earning another moan from me. This one was, at least, much quieter than the other.

Both of his hands moved down my body, stopping at the waist band of my shorts. I pulled away slightly so he could see what he was doing. He made quick work of undoing the button and zipper, letting my shorts fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, kicking them and my sandles to the other side of the room, thankful I had changed out of those stupid running shoes after leaving the Map Room.

“You still have to take your shoes off,” I pointed out to Minho.
“Shuck me,” he muttered, sitting on the bed and taking off his shoes. When he was finished with those and his socks, I pushed him back down on the bed so he couldn’t get up. “Y/N?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Minho flipped me, coming to rest between my legs. He kissed me passionately, his tongue eventually making it into my mouth. After a moment, I felt it - Minho, slowly yet deliberately rubbing himself against me. I pulled away, out of breath. My face was surely red and my eyes must have been just as dark as his.
“Minho, get rid of those pants.”

At once, Minho stood up and undid his pants. He looked at me for a brief moment before letting them drop to the floor. We made direct eye contact as he slid his underwear off. I couldn’t help but let my eyes trail down his body to see his hardened member. It wasn’t overly big, but it wasn’t small - it was perfection, just like the rest of his body.

“One of us is naked.” Minho said, gesturing from his body to mine.

“And one of us is sexy,” I added. “But they’re not the same person.”

Minho let out a laugh. “We’re in the middle of a very naughty thing and you’re making jokes.”

“Until I die.” I smiled up at him. “But, you know, you can always take my pantis off whenever you want.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers dipped under the waist band of my underwear and in one swift motion, he pulled them down my legs and threw them behind his back. He stared at me just long enough to make me feel slightly self-conscious. I was just bringing my legs together when he stopped me, crawling back up my body and kissing my ear.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

His hands moved over my naked body, feeling me for the first time. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced, being with someone in such a way.

“Minho… I want you.”

Minho slid his hand down between our bodies. His fingers brushed my clit and I tensed, my body suddenly filled with a shock of pleasure. He didn’t stop there, though. Instead, he brought his fingers down to my entrance. He slid a finger into me, softly, carefully. My eyes closed at the feeling.

It felt good, but it was obvious that I had never had anything in me before. He slid another finger into me and I moaned out, one hand going to his hair and one hand resting on his bicep. He slowly moved them in and out of me. With each movement, another shockwave pulsed through me.

“M-Minho,” I moaned. He didn’t respond. Instead, he brought his lips down to my nipple and began to lick, kiss and suck the delicate flesh there. I moaned loudly, my body arching.

“Shuck me, Minho. Please. I don’t want your fingers anymore.”

Minho slid them out of me. He shifted his weight and I realized that he was lining himself up with my entrance. He looked up at me.


“For you? Always.”

Minho slid in to me, slowly stretching my walls. I groaned out in slight pain, but such pleasure that I had no memory of ever knowing before. Minho moaned, dropping his head to my neck as he eased himself the rest of the way inside of me.

“Shuck, Y/N. You’re so wet and tight.”

My legs wrapped around his waist and he managed to go a little deeper inside of me.

Slowly, Minho pulled out until just his tip was inside of me. He quickly pushed himself back into me, the both of us moaning at the feeling. The slow pace continued until it was nearly torturous.

“Faster, Minho,” I begged. “Please.”

He quickened the pace, pumping in and out of me. My nails were most likely biting into his skin by this point, but my brain couldn’t focus on that. The only thing I could focus on was the feeling of Minho above me, in me, and making those amazing noises that he made.

Suddenly, I felt one of his hands go between our bodies again. It trailed down my stomach to my womanhood. It didn’t even hesitate as it found its way to my clit, rubbing slowly at first and then gaining speed.

I screamed out his name, my body tensing around him. I could faintly hear his voice, but at this point I could no longer make sense of his words.

A strong feeling was building in the pit of my stomach as my moans increased in volume. Minho’s thrusts were faster and more wild and finally I felt it. Minho’s erection twitched inside of me, filling me with warmth as he orgasmed. It nearly sent me over the edge, but I wasn’t quite done. Minho, realizing this, quickly sped up his finger on my clit. He moved his lips to my neck and bit down on that place that he knew would make me moan out.

The feeling kept building until finally it exploded.

My body tensed, Minho’s name falling from my lips like a swear and a prayer, all in one. My body arched against his. All too soon, I came down from my orgasmic high and relaxed beneath Minho, who had pulled himself out of me. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me against his body.

“That was shucking amazing,” Minho breathed out.

I cuddeled up against his side, resting my head on his pounding heart. I didn’t have words yet, my mind still in a lustful haze from what had happened.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I smiled, cuddling up as close to Minho as I could get. “I love you, too, Minho.”

“Please tell me we can do that again.”

“Whenever you want.”

A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 17 - His Kitten (M)

Warnings: smut, slight daddy kink 

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter


“We know where he lives and we’re ready to go grab him as soon as you give the go ahead,” Minseok said, sitting across from him. Junmyeon’s back was to him as he sat staring out his office window, and though he couldn’t see his face, Minseok knew exactly what was on his mind. “We met, what…ten years ago? And in all that time that I’ve known you no chick has ever gotten into your head.”

“I fell in love…” Junmyeon finally said, “It’s the worse thing that could have happened.”

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Pairing: Eventually Klaus Michaelson x Reader

Word Count: 2477

Warning: Language, talk of depression

A/N:  A witch loses her parents and is trying to make sense of her much altered world. What happens when she meets the vampires of Mystic Falls and New Orleans?

“How far from Mystic Falls are you?” Your sister was checking on you for the second time since you left Salem.

“About forty-five minutes. You know I am perfectly capable of driving ten hours.  I’m a rather good driver; I even stopped to fill up my own gas tank.”  The sarcasm would not be lost on her.  There was a drawn out sigh from her on the other end.

“I know.  But I am allowed to worry about you, you know. You are all I have left and I will be really pissed if I have to clean out your bedroom after you die.  That closest alone probably has something that would devour me whole.”  A giggle escaped as you continued down one of the back roads in Virginia.

“Not in the closet.  I would stay out of my greenhouse though.” Since the death of your parents, you and your sister were the only ones left of you family.  Yes, there were cousins and probably a distant great aunt or something but no one close.  Just you and Scarlet.  Your big sister worried over damn near everything now.  While it was nice to be living in the same house again it got old when she checked up on you multiple times a day.  In time you hoped she would calm down a bit and give you space to breathe. It had been about six months since their murder and Scarlet had not eased up one bit.

“I try and stay away from that place as much as possible.  I don’t want to kill anything in there.”

“I appreciate that.  I don’t know how the Gods could have created a witch that kills any plant she touches.  I mean I feel like it’s sin against nature at the very least.”  

“Hey maybe it’s my super power or whatever.”  Knowing your sister as well as you did you knew there was an eye roll in there.

“That is a really shitty super power.  You know if you actually let me teach you some better spells or something you wouldn’t have such an issue with magic.”  

“No I’m good.  I like the almost magic free life I live thank you.” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. There had always been some resentment from your big sister regarding magic.  By blood, she was your half-sister and had never been as powerful as you or your mother.  Growing up it had caused issues until the day when Scarlet decided that she was completely done with it all.  She only tolerated it now because you two lived together in your parents’ old house.

“Whatever you want, Scar. I am going to go I want to enjoy the rest of this drive before I drop this stuff off.”

“Fine, just please be careful.”  Just another time she wanted to take the motherly tone with you.

“I will.  I will call you later.”  Ending the phone call quickly, you did not want her to start in on something else.  You loved her, she was your big sister but damn she was trying to suffocate you.  It was one of the reasons why you wanted to take the road trip to deliver the orders yourself instead of sending them through the mail as you usually did.

You grew plants, flowers, and herbs to sell to mostly witches and covens throughout the world. Many of the items you grew were rare and it made it easy for you customers to find them.  The money was decent and you loved what you did. Working with your hands and digging in the earth made you feel connected to everything.  Today you were delivering an order to Sheila Bennett in Mystic Falls. She was a loyal customer, as she had known your family for many years.

Finally, driving into town after the long trip, dusk was falling, cooling the air.  It felt even better in your opened cover Jeep.  The center of town was alive with all the lights and people.  It was a peaceful looking town.  The feel of it all was refreshing compared to Salem.  Maybe you just needed to get away from home for a few days.  The last six months had taken its toll on you.  You were worn down and exhausted all the time. It was affecting your everyday life.

Sheila’s house was ten minutes from downtown and before you knew it you were walking up to knock on the front door.  A beautiful girl opened the door with an inquisitive look.  “May I help you?”

“Hi, I’m here to drop off an order for Sheila.  Is she home?” The girl raised a brow for a moment before turning back into the house.

“Grams, someone is here about an ‘order’.”  You could hear from somewhere in the house Sheila’s voice as you stood with yours hands clasped behind your back.

“An order?  All right I’m coming.”  As soon as she saw you standing, at the door a wide grin broke across her face.  “[Y/N] Avery! Child what are you doing here? Give me a hug.”

Her embrace was comforting, as she held tight.  “I can’t believe you are here.  I did not expect personal delivery service.”  You laughed as she pulled back to look at you.

“I know.  But I wanted to get away for a little while and thought this would be a perfect time.  I’ve filled all my big orders and the smaller ones have been put on hold for now.” Sheila cupped your cheek looking you over carefully.

“Honey, you look tired. You should use some of your own herbs and make something to help you sleep.”  You sighed before shaking your head.

“Too many nightmares. Every time I close my eyes… But that isn’t why I’m here.  I will grab your stuff from my Jeep.”  Wanting to avoid that conversation as much as possible, you turned back to the vehicle and the two boxes that were belted safely in the backseat.

“Bonnie help her, there shouldn’t be too much.”  The girl followed you out towards your Jeep, waiting patiently next to you as you unstrapped everything.

“I’m Bonnie, by the way.” You smiled over at her as you handed her the lighter of the two boxes.

“[Y/N].  Nice to meet you.”  Taking the second box, you headed back to the house.

“What is all this?”

“I grow herbs and other plants.  I sell mostly to witches who use it for their spells and practices.”

“Oh so you are a witch too?” Nodding, you entered the house.

“Yes, I’m a witch too.” Sheila motioned for you to set the boxes on the table.

“[Y/N] comes from a long line of witches just like us.  Her mother was a very powerful practitioner.”  She rubbed your back as a grandmother would.  “Now my girl what do I owe you for the personal delivery?”

“Nothing.  You already paid for everything.”  Her brow raised mirroring Bonnie’s from earlier.  

“Seriously. Nothing.  I just wanted to get out of town for a few days and was coming down this direction anyway.”

“How about if you are around tomorrow you come have dinner with us.  You can have a home cooked meal and we can catch up.” Hugging her tightly you agreed.

“That sounds wonderful.”

Once you had left the Bennet’s, you found the little bed and breakfast you had registered at online. It was a quaint little place you could see having a honeymoon at someday.  However, that would require a significant other of some sort.  Your plan was to stay there for three or four days to explore the town and perhaps the surrounding area.  Maybe a bit of hiking and shopping before you headed home.  You had not told your sister yet and you knew it was not going to go over well.

A little after nine pm your phone rang signaling it was time to let her know just that.

“You can’t be serious? You aren’t coming home tomorrow?” The ‘mom voice’ was in full effect.

“I am taking a few days for myself Scar.  I need it. A change of scenery and peace.  I am a mess and I can’t take it anymore.” There was a pause from her before the sigh.  No doubt, she had a lot to say but she refrained from saying it.


“Okay? Really? Just okay? No demanding I return home this instant? Who cast a spell on my sister?”  Her quiet laugh sounded in your ear.

“[Y/N], I love you. You are right about everything you said. Get out of town for a while and see what the rest of the world looks like.  I can’t keep you all to myself without hurting you further.  I thought I could make you better but you are right. You’re a mess and you need to the time to fix yourself.  Just be safe please.”  The defeat in her voice hurt.

“Scarlet, it’s not like I am not going to go home.  I just…”

“I know [Y/N/N].  Take the time sweetie.  You need it.  Look call me tomorrow or whenever you want.  I will back off, I promise.  Let you be yourself.  Love you.” The call disconnected before you had the chance to respond.  You thought you had hid your depression and exhaustion better.  Obviously, you had not and people were seeing through the front. The guilt that swelled inside of you made your stomach turn.  No other being should have to take on the chaos that swirled around within you every moment.  Especially your sister.  She too, had to deal with the death of her parents.  

It was difficult to fight back the tears but you did it.  Swallowing them down and pushing against the darkness that tried to take over your thoughts.  The exhaustion this caused only furthered your desire to rest and find some sort of peace with the new day.  As you lay in bed trying to find comfort in the strange place a few of the errant tears streamed onto the pillow.  “Goddess please give me the strength to find what will bring back the light.”

Your hopes had been that you would feel completely better after a good night’s sleep.  That the heaviness in your chest would no longer plague every breath you took.  It was not what would happen.  Though, you were slightly more rested, it all remained.  There was a text on your phone from Scarlet wishing you a good morning. It took a lot of will power to not call her sobbing.  You wished it would all go away.  The exhaustion, the depression… Was it too much to ask to feel human again?

Once you stood up from the bed, you took a few long deep breaths to assist with pushing on through your day.  Calling on your powers, you tried to fill yourself with light in an attempt to reenergize yourself.  Even if it was only for a short time.  As you made your way downstairs, the woman who owned the B&B met you at the base of the stairs.  “Morning Miss Avery.  I have breakfast ready and waiting in the dining room.  Would you like any coffee?”

You could smell the sugary sweetness of syrup coming from the direction of the other room. “Actually do you have any tea?”  The woman beamed at you as she nodded.

“A girl after my own heart. I have a lovely mint, chamomile and a black tea.  Which would you prefer?”

“Mint please!  Thank you so much.”  That little bit of comfort in the form of hot liquid and a pinch of sweetness, helped make the rest of your morning.  With the belly full of food and tea, you set out to explore the little town.

You knew there was a lot of history in this town just as there was in Salem.  But in Mystic Falls, there were just as many stories of vampires as there were witches.  Walking along the streets it was easy to feel the power the emanated from everything.  Perhaps before you left you would perform a ritual to see some of the old events, see what had been covered up in the history books.

Being out in the clean air helped your mood a great deal.  Paired with the tea and breakfast you had, everything did not look as dark as it felt the previous night.  By lunchtime, you were starving from all the walking.  The Mystic Grill was downtown and looked to be fairly busy.  Busy by this little town’s standards at least. You found a quiet booth off to the side of the main dining area.  It gave you the vantage to people watch around the room and private enough for you to read one of the books you had packed in your bag.

A good-looking guy, who introduced himself as Matt, came to take your order.  “What can I get you?”

“Umm how about… a burger and fries, a water and two shots of chilled tequila.”  He laughed at the combination.

“Sure thing.”  As he walked off a group walked in, talking loud and all over each other.  Bonnie was talking to another pretty girl with long dark hair.  Your eyes made contact, causing her to smile and wave. You returned them both as she told her friends she would be right back.

“Hey, [Y/N].  How goes the exploring?”

“Actually not bad. This town is beautiful and so much history.  I have had a good time.  Now I am going to eat and decide what I want to do for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe explore more, maybe nap. Who knows.”  Matt returned with your drinks as he said hello to Bonnie. Of course, everyone here knew each other.

“Oh a little liquid lunch?” She laughed as you downed one of the shots.  The cool liquid burning as it slide down.  It was wonderful.

“Nope just an appetizer.”

“I need to get back to my friends but don’t forget Grams wants you over for dinner tonight.  She said six sharp.”  

“I will be there.”  The burger was delicious and it hit the spot.  Combined with the two tequila shots you felt ten times better.  You left Matt a big tip and a wink as you waved goodbye from across the room.  As you left the Grill, you were not paying attention to where you were going and walked right into the solid chest of someone else.  Your bag fell to the group as a flurry of apologies flew from both of your lips.

“I’m so sorry…”

“I’m sorry!”  When you had the chance to look up to see who you had run into, all you could see were forest green eyes, wide with shock.

“Mary…”  Hearing the name of your mother sent your heart racing.

“How do you know my mother?”

Part 2

tags: @feelmyroarrrr  @bolontiku  @aquabrie   @malindacath  @almondbuttercup @hellkat2  @dustycelt


Summary: AU where Dan is blatantly homophobic, and is very vocal about it. That is, until his best friend and roommate Phil Lester can’t take it anymore and confesses to Dan.


“Ugh, I really don’t like these people.” Dan complains to Phil, leaning back in his work chair. 

His best friend looks up from his laptop, readjusting his black rimmed glasses. “Hm? Who is it?” Phil asks curiously, tilting his head from his position on the sofa. 

“These Youtubers.” Dan points at the at the video of Troye Sivan and Tyler Oakley displayed on the screen.

“How can they do that? Gay people are so disgusting.” 

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Strangled By Fate

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: KakaSaku

Rating: Gen

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Summary: In a world where soulmate marks only reveal themselves to you when you’re ready for them, Kakashi decides it’s better to resist rather than risk ruining another life. He has spent so long believing he can’t have one, that he almost misses her completely.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of characters. I am making no profit off of this and am only writing it for my entertainment.

A/N: Well guys, I’m officially part of the fandom because I got a comment on my last story telling me to kill myself. Rather than let this bother me, I decided to put out my next submission for KakaSaku month even quicker, and I added extra fluff to the end just for the rude anon. Enjoy guys.


[ao3] [fanfic]

There had been so many times that Kakashi had felt strangled by the red string that was meant to determine his soulmate. For most of his life, he’d never been able to see it, but he could always feel it’s heavy presence wrapping around his skin in warning. He felt the way it pulled and tangled against his every movement with every step, punishing him for all his failures.

For so many, it came easily, leading two soulmates to the other with little fuss. Kurenai and Asuma had found each other even before they left the academy. It had only taken Hayate and Yugao a few training sessions together to realize what they were to each other. Hell, even Gai had eventually found his soulmate in his enthusiastic student, Lee. The boy was like the son Gai had never had, but Kakashi had never had his string appear.

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{PART 17} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson & Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Summary; Jackson gives you some much needed advice, despite torturing himself in the process; while Jinyoung finds himself mirroring those actions to Jaebum.

PLEASE READ: This chapter contains scenes that some people may find upsetting. Reader discretion is advised.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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anonymous asked:

Are requests open?? My friend got me in Captain America, and I thought about how would the RFA+V+Saeran react to a Winter Soldier!MC? Or Black Widow, whichever you like. It could be angst or not, I will leave it up to you, thanks 💜💙

A/N: CIVIL WAR IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE MOVIES AND STEVE ROGERS AND BUCKY ARE SOME OF MY CHILDREN F CUK (i hope this doesnt have any spoilers for you or anyone else who isn’t as far into the marvel universe as i am oops) ((and i cant do angst, double oops, sorry)) ~Admin 404


               -You’re so cute and innocent, just like him and he loves it!

               -Except uh you aren’t…. exactly…. innocent? wow 404 so original, i didn’t see that coming

               -The two of you don’t keep any secrets from each other!!

               -So, that being said, you decided that he NEEDED to know about your past

               -You sat him down and explained how, in the past, you’ve gone through intense training growing up

               -“?? What kind of training?? Like for sports?”

               - oh, no sweetheart

               -Wait, you’re a spy?? Like you do the stuff Saeyoung does??? waIT YOU KILL PEOPLE TOO, WHAT THE

               -HE THOUGHT YOU WERE INNOCENT BUT APPARENTLY NOT???? It takes him a while to re-adjust due to shock (like a few weeks of not talking to you kind of while), but he still loves you nonetheless. He holds on to the belief that!! It’s something you had to do!!! You had to do it all to survive!! And you’re here with him now, that’s all he cares about

               -Though he is REALLY sad about not being able to have children with you because of your training. It takes him a couple of months to come to terms with this but over time, he decides that he’s just happy to be with you (and that adopting and making a kids life is perfectly okay with him!!!)


               -You’re more flexible than him, holy shit

               -“MC! How! Were you in dance? Are you in dance now?” eyebrow wiggle, wink wonk

               -You tell him that you’re flexible because of your job

               -So when he asks about it, you casually drop that you’re previously known as a Winter Soldier; You had to be flexible for combat

               - im sorry you whAT

               -“Combat? What kind of combat? MC? What’s a Winter Soldier?? MC!” calm down stop yelling

               -You told him that you were basically an agent who’s powerful enough to be used as a weapon if the government wants you to be (because let’s be honest with ourselves here, that’s what they are), he FLIPS OUT


               -It takes DAYS for him to process this and come to terms with it. You’re so dangerous! But he still loves you. But… you can be in serious danger at any given moment and just!!! MC!!!

               -He loves you though. He promises to do his best to protect you no need zen but thank you and he just wants to help his MC! Everything that’s happened is behind you, and he just wants to be in your future, happy and safe! So he comes around and starts to make jokes about it when he’s comfortable again you can come play with my guns mc, wink wonk


               -She keeps folders of everyone in the RFA but how in the world did this piece of information get past her?

               - because its a secret jaehee, ya dont announce to the world when you’re a spy ya goof

               -Extremely taken back by the announcement. A spy? An assassin? What the FUCK


               -But almost instantly, she’s asking you to teach her some moves

               -She knows judo but doN’T STOP THERE MC, SHE’S GOT A FIRE INSIDE

               -Always really worried for you? You can just leave the house for some groceries and she’s worried as hell

               -Tries her hardest to always be there for you- you wanna talk about something, she’s there. No matter how brutal or extreme the story is, she’s here for it

               -Once, you tried to compare your work to Saeyoung’s and she immediately shut you down because “You take your job seriously, MC” saeyoung crying in the distance

               -Also wants you to teach her how to be as flexible as you are because holy s h i t MC that’ll make everything so much easier for her


               -Immediately knew something was up and that you were hiding something from him

               -Did he know what? No. Was he going to find out? Obviously

               -He’s extremely straight forward, so casually asks what you’re hiding from him

               - though he could have waited until you were done drinking?? Because choking on wine iSN’T FUN

               -But you decide that there’s no point in hiding anything when he straight up asks you about it, so you tell him that you might…. have been trained as a Winter Soldier

               -“Ah, I see. I suppose that explains why you know so many languages”

               -I’m sorry but uh?? Where is the shock??? The emotion??? juMIN THROW ME A BONE HERE

               -He has literally NO REACTION? Like he just doesn’t care? You are who you are and he loves you anyway

               -He does try not to get on your bad side though because he does NOT want to see that training in action no thank you mc

               -Also tries to stay away from anything Russian because who KNOWS what could set you off?? He obviously doesn’t know and he’s not about to even attempt it


               -I’m sure he’d find out from his background check

               -Sure you can try to hide it but he’s really good at his job

               -But he’s SHOCKED AS HELL to find out that you’ve basically gone through the same training as him?

               -You know tons of languages, can fight, AND you’re a spy

               -“MC WE’RE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER” saeyoung what are you talking about

               -He likes to mess with you though, and bring up the fact that you’re a Winter Soldier every chance he can get

               -“Hey does being a Winter Soldier mean you won’t get cold so i can keep my jacket to myself?”

               - saeyoung you and i both know that’s not what that means

               -He does worry about you a lot though, since obviously someone somewhere could be out to get you.

               -Silently vows to protect you at any cost! Overall it doesn’t really bother him because??? He’s done a lot of the same stuff, if he judges you then he’d be a hypocrite


               -I think he’d know because of Saeyoung’s background check

               -But he’d wait until you were ready to tell him about it

               -NEVER EVER wants to force you to tell him something like this because?? It’s extremely personal?? And it’s a lot to handle?? And he truly doesn’t blame you for hiding it and not just flaunting your job title around

               -That being said, he isn’t surprised by the news at all

               -“I know, MC. It’s alright” what

               -He’s done some terrible things in the past and he regrets them all, but you’re willing to accept him for who he is and not dwell on what he’s done

               -So he does the exact same thing for you! He just really loves you MC

               - plus you’ve done the things you’ve done for work or something of the sort not because youre fucking crazy like rika im not even sorry for this

               -The two of you will talk about what it means to be a Winter Soldier every now and again but nothing further than that

               -If you’re ever feeling down thinking about the past, he’s always there to remind you that it’ll be okay! You don’t have to let it get to you


               -I’m sorry you fucking what?

               -He’s killed some people but yoU? YOU’VE DONE IT TOO? WHAT THE

               -You??? You’re so…cute? And not threatening looking to him at all? How the fuck

               -He isn’t angry about it per say but he’s shocked as all hell and expresses it similar to anger my poor bby

               -It takes a while for him to come to terms with the fact that you’re literally a trained assassin

               -“So you’re like a spy or some shit, right?” I mean yeah technically

               -“Then I picked the perfect person to infiltrate the RFA why the hell didn’t it work?” because rikas a fuckin bitch and u deserve better

               -He’s actually okay with it in the long run? Like you can’t take back what you did, and neither can he

               -So it’s better to just move on from it all, and that’s what he’s trying to do and hopes you do too

               -Also okay with the fact you can’t have kids because of your training. He’s always afraid of having kids, if the two of you want to have kids y'all can adopt, he’s cool with it

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write a small blurb where you are a dancer you can take it anywhere you want I am just am in love in the way you write and I love dance particularly ballet and put both of them together would be amazing. So pretty please with a cherry on top 😁

Can we get a blurb on where you and harry have been secretly dating for a long time and you are ready to make it public? please :)

Originally posted by relationshipaims

I tried to explain to the security officer guarding the back door into The Met that I was Harry Styles and that my girlfriend was currently on stage dancing the lead in Le Corsaire.  But judging by the bored way he blinked and shifted on his feet, I gathered he didn’t much care.  I couldn’t blame him, he hardly looked like a man who listened to pop music.  

No one knew about it Emma and I.  Not our parents, not our friends, not our colleagues.  No one.

I was actually proud of how long we’d been able to keep it under wraps.  We were going on seven months now.  Seven months of back alley sneak-in’s and remote locations for vacations (and when I say remote, I mean off the grid, no one around for miles remote) and neither of us even whispering towards each other on social media.  TMZ was none the wiser.  My mother had an inkling something was up, but she never asked.  She was good that way.

But I was in love now.  This wasn’t just some fling or flash in the pan.  Emma was who I wanted to be with.  She was my match in every way and I didn’t want to hide that.  I shouldn’t have needed to.  My happiness was not a crime.

So after a long discussion a few nights ago where I prepared her for the onslaught of rude and nasty comments that would get lobbed her way when a certain faction of the One Direction fandom got wind that we were together, we agreed to go public.

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