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Essays in Existentialism: Footy

International Soccer Player Star Lexa au is and forever will be my dream

The heat rolled off of the pavement in the afternoon. Stagnant and ornery, it listlessly bullied everyone in the streets until they were just as uncomfortable and oppressed, just as mad, just as sweaty and tired and beat up like the harsh summer day. The bustle of the street didn’t stop though, despite the heat, despite the heaviness. Instead, people milled about as best the could, fanning themselves with their hands or papers or ducking into stores, eating ice cream, and failing against nature itself.

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i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

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You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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GOT7 Invited To The Cookout

When they arrived, they were automatically lit just like they said they would be. you were surprised, because you thought they that would be scared to show their true colors in front of all these people.

“y/n!” they hopped out of the truck and ran over to you.

they pulled you in the center and group hugged you in front of everyone. “stop embarrassing me!” you shouted.

you backed away from them and fixed your clothes. then, you checked out each of their outfits. they looked good, so you told them which only gassed them up.

a few minutes later, everyone except yugyeom was spread out talking to your people. he was kind of shy so he decided to stick around with you.

“this is my song.” his eyes widened when a Chris brown song started to play.

“then dance. my cousins would love it if you showed their uncoordinated asses how to dance.” you started to call for your cousins to come over.

“no no no no!” he semi whispered to you and when they started to come over, he froze.

“yeah?” they said in unison.

“take him…and dance. he said this is his song and don’t y'all like this song?” you asked them.

“you know we do cuz!” one of them started dancing…off beat.

yugyeom held in his laughter and looked down at you. “you were right.” he said in korean causing the several young kids in front of you to freak.

“what did he just say?”

“he said that you all look cool.” you lied.

“alright tall asian guy, come show us what you got.” they took him away.

“alright…” you said to yourself. you scanned the huge crowd of people in your backyard until you spotted jackson and mark going into your house. you decided to quietly follow behind them and see what they were up to.

once they got to the kitchen, they stopped. “i’m so hungry. you think y/n’s got any snacks?” jackson asked mark.

“you know her fat ass has snacks!” mark nudged him and looked around until he spotted you.

“pstt.” he signaled for jackson to turn around and once he did, his jaw drooped. “you didn’t hear that did you?”

“i did.” you pretended to cry.

“oh noo…! we’re sorry.” mark ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, jackson quickly following.

“fuck off!” you pushed them off of you and covered your laughing face. “and you’re at a cookout! why the hell are y'all looking for snacks?!”

“we haven’t eaten in hours.” jackson pouted.

you shook your head and told them to follow you to your room where you hid your snacks. “don’t tell the others about this or i’ll kill you both.”

“yeah yeah yeah..” mark said with a mouth full of chips.

“i love you y/n. you keep me fed girl.” jackson bit his honey bun and pretended to wipe a fake tear.

“hey i love her to!” mark scoffed at jackson.

“there’s enough of me to go around.” you stuck out your tongue and stood up. “let’s go…the boys must be looking for us by now.”

the three of you exited the house and went back to doing random things with random people in your backyard. that is until, you saw bambam and left them for him. he was being lit with the elder people.

“what’s that? ain’t that thing the dab?” your half drunk uncle asked him.

“yes! can you do it?!” bam asked him, almost falling out of his seat.

he got up just in time to dab when the beat dropped, earning him an audience. mostly everyone except those who were tending to the grills and the women in the kitchen.

“what the hell.” jaebum said while he and jinyoung stood on each side of you.

“i know, now he’s got my whole family dabbing. shit we’re probably gonna take a family picture where everyone has to be dabbing in it now.” you face palmed yourself since what you said wasn’t a joke and most likely a fact.

you walked away from the crowd looked around for youngjae. he had greeted you when he first got here but that was the last time you saw him. you were getting a little worried until you found him.

he was at the cotton candy machine with one of your aunts that went to church everyday of the week even if it wasn’t open, singing along to a gospel song that you had no idea he knew with her.

“y/n why didn’t you tell me you had friends that could sing? his voice…is soulful.” she placed her hand on his shoulder and complimented him a thousand times on his voice. he damn sure needed them, his self esteem was so damn low.

“hello to you to a/n.” you hugged her and took a cotton candy stick from the cart. “i was just checking on you jae.”

“alright thanks for caring about me y/n, i love you.” he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“oohh imma tell your momma! you get down like that?” your aunt put her hand on her hip and smirked at youngjae and you.

“it’s not what it looks like..seriously. it’s always like this…with all of them cause i’m like their little sister.” you defended yourself.

“she’s right.” youngjae said while he put his hand on top of your head.

“mhmm.” she said while squinting her eyes, she wasn’t gonna believe you.

then, she pulled her phone out and turned to another gospel song. “you know this one baby?” she put the phone close to youngjae’s ear.

“yes ma'am.” he said right before he started singing the song.

it was your cue to go.

“yugy yummy!” you shouted over at the ‘tall asian guy’ who seemed to be more comfortable around your cousins than he was earlier.

he high fived every single kid which took about two minutes before coming over to you.

“yeah?” he put his hands on his hips and looked down at you.

“you’re having fun?” you asked him.

“yeah, thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” he lifted one side of your hair up and let it fall which made you giggle.

“your comfort zone? what comfort zone did i push you out of?” you asked.

“you know…i like being under you.” he swayed from side to side, something he always did when he got tired of standing.

“the food is ready!” someone yelled.

you grabbed yugyeom’s hand and rushed past people to the food. “you’re that hungry?” he asked.

“no but you’ll thank me for this later.” with as many cookouts that you’ve been to, you knew that when the food was ready, you had to go. if you weren’t quick enough, something good would be gone.

after you fixed both yugyeom’s and your plate, you headed to your room where you told the others to meet you.

“y/n there was no more soda.” bambam frowned.

“yeah, seriously those people know how to drink.” jaebum shook his head.

“i’m thirsty!” jackson exclaimed.

“alright i’ll be back, and don’t touch my food.”

you went to the kitchen and took out a kool-aid packet and sugar. you grabbed a pitcher from the cabinet and did what you usually did. you were the one who made the kool-aid at dinner time cause yours was the best. hopefully, the boys would like it.

“y/n..” yugyeom’s shy voice replaced the silence.

“ye-” you paused when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled himself closer to you. “yugyeom…what are you doing?”

“shh.” he rested his chin on your shoulder and closed his eyes. “just continue doing what you were doing.”

you were froze, still processing what was going on. it took you about a whole minute to realize that you weren’t dreaming and that this was really happening. he wasn’t moving, the only time he moved was when he tightened his grip on you.

“you’re weird yugyeom.” you continued stirring.

“i’m weird for liking you?” he basically confessed.

“what? you like me? is this a joke? are y'all playing truth or dare or something?” you put the cap on the pitcher and wiggled out of his hold.

“no…why would i joke around and say that i like you y/n? i…really like you.” you grabbed eight plastic cups and handed yugyeom the pitcher.

“alright..since when?” you asked.

“i’m not saying all of that until you tell me how you feel about me.” he bit down on his lip, hoping that you would say that you like him too.

you took in a deep breath. now was your turn to confess. it couldn’t be too weird now…since he feels the same way.

“i like you too.” you finally said it.

yugyeom looked down and attempted to hide his broad smile. he must’ve forgotten that you were shorter than him, so you saw all of his blushing when you looked up.

“did you tell her?” you heard jinyoung ‘quietly’ ask yugyeom which made your jaw drop.

“y'all knew?” you pointed between yugyeom and you.

“i mean..y'all are fucking obvious.” mark said.

“yugyeom was literally staring at your ass the other day and you knew it but you didn’t say anything becau-”

“yeah okay anyways i brought something to drink!” you cut jackson off.

you handed everyone a cup and poured them their drinks, including yourself. you sat between yugyeom and youngjae while they chugged their drinks down..well all of them did.

“y/n tell me what this is so i can buy it and drink it for the rest of my life.” jinyoung said while he moaned into his cup.

“this is so sweet and you know i love my sugar y/n what is this?!” bambam added on to jinyoung’s question.

“it’s called kool-aid and i made it.” you said with pride.

“no you didn’t. you can’t even make a sandwich.” jaebum laughed…by himself.

“why are you like this hyung?” yugyeom asked him.

“hmm this’ll be your last time drinking it jaebum. i was gonna bring some to the dorm faithfully but you fucked it up.” you shrugged.

“fuck!” mark cursed and slammed his hand on the floor. everyone else but jaebum followed.

“okay okay im sorry. y/n please bring your sweet juices to dee dorm faithfully.” he apologized and bowed down before you.

“alright peasant.” you giggled.

the eight of you finished up your food and drinks then, headed back outside to enjoy the last hour of the cookout.

in overall the boys had fun and found their new favorite drink thanks to you. you and yugyeom started dating. and bambam is still dabbing.

Wednesdays In July

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2366

Pairing: SamxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: For most of his life, Sam had struggled with his feelings for his little sister. Little does he know, you aren’t as innocent and sweet as he thinks you are.

Kinks (send in kinks you’d like to see): Exhibitionism/public play

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Thursday | ten

Genre: best friend!au | fluff, lil bit of quite stressful angst but happy ending

Member: Ten / reader

Word Count: 3500ish

Summary: “it was still a mistake”

“no the mistake was falling for you!”

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

It’s a Thursday when they meet.

Their year 7 teacher assigns them partnered projects about the solar system and she pulls names out of a hat. They get paired together. He’s is nice, really nice and she realises he has the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen- she’s not star struck or anything, she just hasn’t seen one like it before.

He introduces himself, she hasn’t seen him around much before so she’s assuming he’s pretty new and his name is a number. “Why is your name Ten?” she asks as they’re glueing planets to pieces of strings.

He shrugs, “It’s just a nickname.”

She frowns, “Well then what’s your real name.”

He sighs, smiling knowingly because there’s no way she’ll be able to pronounce it. “ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.” he says, almost proudly.

She pauses, staring at him, “Yeah I like Ten.” she dismisses because even she knows any attempt at the pronunciation would be embarrassing.

He grins, “You’re funny.”

“Do you want to be friends?” She asks quietly, almost shyly and he likes her already.

He smiles again, “I have a feeling we will be for a very long time.”

She frowns, “What are you a psychic or something?” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, pretending that a few second ago she wasn’t worried about what he’d say.

“Yeah I read people’s minds.” He assures.

She narrows her eyes and glances around the room. And then she points to a classmate, “What’s he thinking?”

“That he’s got a really itchy butt.”

And the teacher separates them because they distract each other too much.



“We’re out of Chinese.”

Ten closes the door behind him, frowning as he makes his way past the kitchen to look into the open living room. She’s sitting on the floor with a plate of food in her hands and her laptop on her lap. She’s surrounded by sheets and open text books and colouring pens strewn around in an unseemingly order. “That Chinese has been there for weeks.” He scoffs, dropping his bag onto the dining room table.

She shrugs, “It’s the only thing that was in there and I’m starving.” He breathes a laugh, walking over to sit behind her on the couch. He flops down and sighs loudly, rubbing his eyes tiredly. She pauses stuffing her face. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

There’s a silence where he contemplates telling her, knowing that he will eventually because he tells her everything so he just sighs. “I got fired.”

She glares at him, “Again?” she cries, putting her plate aside to turn around and face him. Her chin barely reaches the sofa but she still manages to scare him a little. “What the hell did you do this time?” she demands.

“Nothing!” he cries cordially but when he sees the look on her face he sighs again, “Okay so I may have burnt someone’s arm.”

She frowns, “How did you do that?”

He rolls his eyes and waves her off like it’s no big deal, “They got in the way of the fire-”

“Fire?”

“It was only a small fire and I told him to move, it’s not my fault they put the toaster right under the cupboards.” he defends.

She shakes her head, “You’re insane.”

He sits up, looking down at her plate of food, “Yeah, well at least I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

She waves him off, “I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

“Look at it, there’s mould on the chicken!” he cries, reaching over to point and she bats his hand away.

“Get your own food!” she snaps. He rolls his eyes threading his fingers through her hair and sighs Her eyes flutter closed and she leans her head against the sofa. It’s quiet, the only sound is their breathing and he doesn’t think he wants to move from this very spot when they’re both so comfortable in the silence of their own thoughts. “I’m tired.” she murmurs.

He looks down at her with eyes soft around the edges of the cold look she’s grown so used to and he nods, “Me too.”

His fingers thread through the knots and his thumb brushes her cheek and a part of her feels that this isn’t what friends do, but when he makes her feel like this she doesn’t care. “Can we watch House?” She asks quietly.

He breathes a laugh, “As long as you promise not to spoil it for me.”

This time she laughs, “Well I’m sorry I used to watch ER. At least your life is safe in my hands, imagine, you could have a heart attack right now and I would know what to do.” she assures.

He rolls his eyes, “If I have a heart attack its because of all the stress you cause me.”



It’s a Thursday when Ten realises he might like her as more than a friend.

They’re in the supermarket, travelling between aisles in search of cheap food that they can easily make because neither of them is particularly good at cooking. He’s pushing the trolley and she’s sitting inside it, a lollipop in her mouth as she grabs at rice packets and biscuits and throws them into her lap. “We don’t need those.” He points out as she slides a stack of waffles somewhere next to her knee.

She wags a finger at him but doesn’t turn, “We always need waffles.” She assures.

He shakes his head, “There is literally no situation in which we would ever need waffles.”

She grabs a cowboy hat that someone disregarded in the cereal aisle and pops the lollipop out of her mouth, “well, what if the queen comes around?”

“The queen?” He scoffs, throwing in a pack of cereal that he knows she likes.

“Yeah!” She cries, “And what if she stays for breakfast and we’ve only made pancakes but she doesn’t like pancakes and we don’t have any waffles!” she holds them up to show him, “We can’t let down the queen!”

“Of which country?” He asks in response

She pauses. “England?” She suggests, “Or maybe a Russian Tzar, oh! Do you think Rasputin might come round?” She exclaims, turning to face him with this child-like grin that turns his leg to jelly.

He shakes his head with a small smile, “Rasputin’s dead.” he points out and she waves him off.

“That’s what they want you to think.” She assures, “And if he ever visits I can assure you that he is a waffle person.”

“Okay, now what your reasoning for this?” He asks, reaching forward to pull the cowboy hat from her head.

She snatches it back, “I look good in it, is that not reason enough?”

“Were not going to buy it.” he points out, “Despite the fact that it’s just you and me, we eat a lot.

She mock gasps, “But what if woody comes round for dinner?”

He rolls his eyes, turning the trolley towards the costume aisle, “Don’t you think he’d be offended by you impersonating a cowboy?”

She pauses.

“You’re right!” She cries, ripping the hat off her head. She wriggles around in the cart and clambers to her knees, facing him as she places it against his hair and begins to tie string to hold in place under his chin. “You’d look more realistic as a cowboy.” she smirks and he’s staring longer that he should.

“Can I get a tiara?” He asks, still pushing the trolley and she grins.

“Of course you can princess, any particular colour?” She questions, her eyes crinkling with her smile.

He hesitates, a finger tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Pink or purple, whatever they’ve got.”

She nods, “Yes-sir-ie” she jokes in the most southern accent she can muster and leans out of the trolley, picking up various princess costumes, “Would you like to slip into an apple induced coma or lose a shoe on a wild night out?” She asks, holding them up to face him.

He smirks, “Depends, do I meet the love of my life?” He asks, looking her straight into the eyes before realising the fact that his heart rate is way up.

She smiles, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head, “Why, do tell me your deepest, darkest wish and the genie will make it a reality.” She says, again in a southern accent, “Is it princess Jasmine? Was it her beautiful dark eyes?”

He cocks his head leaning closer, “No.” he shakes his head, still staring, too long. She notices. “They look like yours.”

“Shut up.” She jokes and when he doesn’t say anything the smile slowly slides off her face. She hesitates, “You’re serious?” She deadpans.

He shrugs, “Same colour hair, same freckles on her cheek, same smile.” he blurts before he can even realise that this is probably a mistake.

And she stays kneeled in the trolley, their faces close enough to see the truth in each others eyes and that cowboy hat still on his face. She blinks, trying to ignore her heartbeat, “Are you banging my sister?” she raises an eyebrow.

And they laugh, but they never talk about it again.



She glares at him from her seat at the dining room table, “I told you, I can’t.”

He throws himself dramatically onto the table, whining and pretending to sob, “But please!” he begs, praying in her direction and pouting.

She shakes her head, ignoring him, “No. You asked me a week ago and my answer was no, you asked me yesterday and my answer was no and then you asked me today and guess what? My answer is still no.”

“But you promised!” he exclaims.

She stares at him almost astounded, “I did no such thing.” she assures cordially.

He wags his finger, “At 4:30 am on the Friday of last week you said that you would come with me.”

“4:30 am? On Friday? You mean when I had been awake for 52 hours?” she cries.

He holds his hands up, “You still promised.”

“I was sleep deprived!” she yells.

“It counts!” he assures.

“It does not!” she replies, “Now get off the table, you’re sitting on my work.” she demands.

He shakes his head, “Nope.” and proceeds to lie down on top of the mounds of paper and open textbooks. “You’re coming. Get your shoes it’s Latin night.”

“I don’t even dance!” she cries, running short of arguments he’ll just ignore anyway.

He shrugs, “You do with me.” he points out.

She glares at him, crossing her arms and trying her best not to blush. He looks so hopeful and pleading and the white shirt he’s wearing clings to his body like it’s always belonged there. She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head, “You’re so annoying.” she huffs angrily.

But he grins, this wide million watt smile that blinds her and makes her forget that she’s angry  because oh god he looks so beautiful. “Yes!” he cries, sitting up. She grabs a textbook and whacks him with it, “Ow! What was that for?”

“For constantly roping me into this shit!” she replies and he laughs, a laugh that makes her heart stutter and die in her chest.

She hits him again.



It’s a Thursday when they first kiss.

Its 3am and they’re still dancing in the club at Latin night. Her feet are sore and her legs ache but she’s got this huge grin on her face and her veins are intoxicated with a flood of alcohol. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at her, who knows. There are waves of bodies crushed together and music that pounds her ears until the floor shakes and the lights become a haze of colours that ripple through her mind.

He twirls her around and laughs when she does because her laugh is infectious and he can’t stop staring. “Shots?” She asks and he nods.

They weave between the plethora of bodies that nearly crush them and she reaches out to hold onto his hand so they don’t lose each other. She nearly slams into the bar and they both laugh because they’re pretty drunk, and they’ve been here so long the bartender knows what to give them.

“Three, two, one!” They shout over the music and then they lick the salt from their hands, down the shot and then stick a lemon in each others mouths. They laughing and smiling and they’re touchier than usual because they’re drunk and fuck it, boundaries disappear when they’re drunk.

His arms is around her waist and his fingers grip at the bare skin  her hip to hold her in place. She smiles and pushes the hair back from his sweaty forehead, “You’re hot.” She points out, breathing heavily because she is too.

He smirks, “Thanks, I know.”

She laughs and shoves his chest, “You’re an idiot.”

But she pushes too hard and looses her own balance but he catches her  wrapping both arms around her. Her hands land on his shoulders so she can stop herself from falling down and that, right then, is when they kiss.

Because why not?

They’re both consenting adults, neither of them will remember and when he kisses her like that she doesn’t care. His fingers are tangled in her hair and her skin is on fire, their veins feel like they’re being pricked over and over again by tiny needles.

This probably shouldn’t be happening, they’re friends- best friends. Best friends don’t kiss each other like the world is at their feet. But their kissing too deeply, too much like they care that they lose their balance and nearly fall down again. And so they back to dancing, but things change from then on.



“You haven’t spoken to him? You live together!” Johnny cries and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s another problem. I need to find an apartment.” she adds, staring down at her coffee and swirling it with the small spoon provided.

“Are you serious?” He mutters, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and middle finger. “You can’t just move out.”

She shrugs, “Why not? He has six hours of lectures on Thursday, I can pack up some stuff, stay at yours.”

He scoffs a laugh, “You are not staying at mine.”

She frowns, leaning forward, “Why not?”

Because-” he hisses and then pauses, taking a deep breath. “Because you can’t just not talk to your best friend for a week and then move out without any explanation.”

“Fine, I’ll leave a note.” she surrenders, waving her arms.

“Are you serious? Jesus you’re just as bad as each other.” He huffs angrily, leaning back in his chair because he’s sick of both of them.

She pauses and stops swirling her coffee, “What do you mean? He’s spoken to you?” she demands, her eyes wide.

He waves her off, “I’m not playing messenger between the two-”

“Does he hate me?” She asks quietly, looking back down at her coffee.

Johnny purses his lips and sighs, “Of course he doesn’t hate you, you’re his best friend.” he says softly, because he can tell she’s worried.

She swallows, looking out of the window, “I need to move out.” She determine.

Johnny throws his arm up, “Jesus Christ do something.” he begs.



Is a Thursday when they finally realise they’ve been in love with each other for years.

She goes back home when he’s at his six hours of lectures, but she’s still quiet anyway because she doesn’t really feel like she going home, she feels like she’s stepping into forbidden territory. She tip toes in, closing the door quietly behind her, “What are you doing?” A voice says.

She jumps, holding her hand to her heart and squeezing her eyes shut. But slowly she opens them, landing on Ten. He’s sitting on one end of the sofa with a book in his hand and a frown on his face. He looks tired, bags under his eyes and they’ve lost their usual glint. “I’m just uh…” she trails off, pointing to her room

She doesn’t finish that sentence, “Where have you been?” he asks with no particular tone of voice.

She swallows, dropping her keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter. “Busy.” She states, “I’ve had this project due so I’ve been living in the library for the past week and-”

“Stop lying to me.” He interrupts sadly, closing the book. He looks disappointed, like he expected better from her. “I think…” he trails off, scratching his head, “I think we need to talk.”

“About what? The state of our economy?” She smirks, laughing to hide the fear behind her words, “You know, China has had some fascinating developments in-”

“Us.”

“Well no actually, they’ve been working on a new train that is elevated above the city of-”

Hey!” He interrupts again, standing up this time. “You being in perpetual denial does not help anyone.” he scoffs, approaching her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not in denial, denial of what?”

“Do you remember that night?” He asks like he’s making sure she’s genuinely just ignoring him for another reason. He sounds so scared and tired that she opens her mouth but finds nothing to say.

She swallows, looking down at her feet, “It was a mistake.”

He shakes his head and scoffs bitterly, “No. It was a long time coming.”

She frowns, “What are you talking about?” She demands angrily-, but deep down she knows so maybe she really is in denial.

He cocks his head, “Wow, you really are oblivious.” he shakes his head and sighs, “there have been multiple occasions on which we’ve basically admitted how we felt and still neither of us did anything.”

She sneers, “We were drunk, people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

He shakes his head, “Sometimes we were sober.”

“It was still a mistake!” She cries, suddenly angry because he’s making her feel bad now.

“No, the mistake was falling for you.” he snaps back immediately.

Her neck snaps up, “What?” She breathes.

He cocks his head with a small smile, “Come on babe. You know what i’m talking about.” he assures, his fingers hooking apprehensively through hers.

She frowns, curling her fingers with his until she feels like he won’t let go. She steps closer to him and he sucks in a slow and steady breath, his eyes widening at the look she’s giving him. There’s this soft smile on her face and her eyes are shaded with hope and wonder and she swallows, “How long?” she asks quietly.

He laughs, “Do you remember when we went to prom and you wore that purple dress and the necklace I got you and the most jaw dropping smile i’ve ever seen another human wear.” he pauses, reaching up slowly and placing a hand on her cheek, “I realised that… there’s no-one else like you.” He smiles, “The day I met you was the day everything became a hundred times clearer, like I finally understood the reason i was put on this earth.”

She smiles as his arms come to wrap around her waist, and she feels like her skin is on fire wherever he touches her. “What happens now?”

And he kisses her again.

Its like poison in her veins, like she’s sliding down a cloud and his smile is the rainbow. “Now-” he breathes against her lips, “Now I think we need to establish something.” he states in all seriousness.

“Oh, okay, what?” She asks carefully.

“Rasputin is dead, and the Queen is not a waffle person” he blurts. “I bet you the queen only eats kale for breakfast or something.”

She looks aghast, “Now hold on a second-”

So Much

Summary: Ian is married to Mickey when he goes away for three days on a work retreat. Mickey spends some time at the Gallagher’s house with Fi, V, Debbie, and Mandy to accidentally get extremely drunk and confess some things.

Word Count: 1557


“It’s only three days, babe,” Ian says before putting his jacket on.

Mickey nods. “I’ll be fucking fine,” he tries to say convincingly, but Ian sees right through him.

Ian giggles. “A three day work retreat is not something to be so worried about.”

“Not worried,” Mickey lets out a heavy breath, and tries to avoid making eye contact with the taller man. “Just gonna miss you is all.”

Ian smiles and walks closer to his husband. “I’m gonna miss you too.” He places a hand on the dark haired man’s cheek. When Mickey finally looks up, he kisses him lightly. “I gotta go, Mick,” they lean their foreheads together.

“Okay,” Mickey tries to make his voice steady. “Love you,” he smiles.

“Love you too,” Ian says before separating from his husband. He grabs his coat and wave goodbye as he walks out the door.

Mickey stands there for a moment, but he phone cuts off the silence. He sees a text from his sister. “Gallagher house. 7:00. Don’t be late.”

OK, Mandy.” He’s glad he’ll have something to do tonight instead of sit in this apartment all alone.

Instead of doing nothing all day, he cleans for the first time in his life. Chores and cleaning were never enforced rules in his house growing up, so it’s not something he’s used to doing.

To his surprise, housework takes up a lot of time. When he checks the clock, he sees it’s 6:30 already, so he jumps into the shower, changes and starts walking to the Gallagher house.

Mickey walks into his husband’s family’s house and looks around for where everyone is. When he doesn’t see anybody, he makes his way into the kitchen to grab a beer.

Suddenly he hears the back door open, when he turns to see who it is he sees Mandy, Fiona, V, and Debbie. “Hey,” Fiona greets. Mickey tips his beer at her in return.

V starts to chuckle. “Lookin’ a little gloomy, Milkovich,” she says because she knows Ian left for his trip a few hours ago.

He scoffs. “The fuck would I be gloomy for? Who even uses the word ‘gloomy.’”

“I do,” V shoots at him. “And because your boy toy’s gone.” She chuckles.

Mickey rolls his eyes. Luckily, he knows how

to cover his emotions, but he is pretty upset about it. “It’s three fucking days, not the end of the world.”

“A lot can happen in three days, Mick,” Debbie pushes making the other three girls laugh.

He chucks the middle finger in return. “Fuck all of you.” Mickey puts his eyes on his beer making sure no one sees what he’s really feeling.

“Don’t be an asshole,” Mandy says to her brother. “We know you miss him.”

“Fuck off, holy shit,” he hisses. “Let’s eat already.”

Once the girls quit teasing Mickey, they eat their dinners. The five of them sit around the table having conversations about work, raising kids, and just some pointless, silly stuff. After they are done eating, Fiona brings out more alcohol. Mickey rolls his eyes at her and claims he’s ready to leave, but the girls insist that he stays with them instead of being alone.

Unsurprisingly, V is the first to get completely trashed, but to everyone’s amazement, Mickey is just a drunk as her. Mickey can hold his liquor, so they were assuming he had drank much more than them. Instead of drinking with him– Mandy, Debbie, and Fiona decide to joke with him when they see him staring at the wall, deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, Mickey?” Debbie prys with a grin.

“Ian.”

“What about him?” The girl’s notice that his guard is down for the first time in forever, so they crowd around him.

“Miss ‘im. Miss him a lot,” he sighs. “He’s the best, y’know?” Mickey smiles when the others agree with him. “The fucking best.”

The girls giggle. “What do you love about him so much?” Mandy asks before taking her cell phone out to videotape the response.

Suddenly Mickey’s eye widen. “Oh shit. That’s a loaded fuckin’ question.” He pauses. “You want everything, like how and why and when,” he asks confusingly, “or just like the things I love in general? Like all his little freckles and the bright green eyes and shit like that?” No one can believe what they’re hearing– Mickey’s actually going to be sincere for once in his life.

“Ummm, everything. How and why and when– whatever that means.”

He grins. “Here I fucking go,” he prepares himself. “Back when I was seventeen and he stormed into my bedroom with that rusty ass crowbar to try to get the gun I stole from Kash. He was so fucking fearless, and that’s when I knew.”

V raises her eyebrows. “Knew what? You were too fucking stubborn to know anything.”

“No. I knew he’d be the one I loved from that day forward which is why I was so fucking stubborn. It scared the shit outta me, I’ll tell ya,” he snorts. “I wouldn’t kiss him for two years– literally every time he tried I threatened to ‘rip his fucking tongue out.’ The day I did though it really made me know that he was it for me. That feeling we had between us– I was fucking gone for him. I got shot that same day,” he raises his eyebrows. “Why do I always get fucking shot because of him? What the fuck?”

Fiona laughs. “Okay, get back on topic.”

He nods and takes another swig of whiskey. “Then the day when DCFS came and he got sent to that group home,” he starts. The girls give each other the same shocked expression because they’ve heard bits and pieces about this day, just not everything. “That day I invited him to sleepover. He was so happy when I asked– God, that cute fucking laugh he had,” he shakes his head. “Anyway, he came over after work and we watched movies and I made food for us, it was nice, which I’d never have admitted back then, but it was, I always thought so. We talked, we kissed a little, we fucked–” he pauses and gets a terrified expression on his face. “Then Terry walked in.”

“Mick,” Mandy says under her breath. Though she wants to hear what happened, she nervous to hear the story.

“He fucking caught us. That fucker went straight for Ian. He started punching him, almost knocking him unconscious, but I jumped on his back and screamed for him to leave Ian alone,” he shutters. “That’s when he started on me. Beat me until blood covered my whole face, and after that he was about to head for Ian again. Thank God I found enough strength to hit him again, causing a distraction because I don’t know what he would have done to him. Eventually though, he pistol whipped me and I don’t remember anything from then to until Svetlana came and Terry forced her to rape me–”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Mandy says harshly.

“What?”

“About Svet?”

“How do you think the bitch got pregnant? Terry forced her to rape me and Ian had to fucking watch,” he says coldly. It was a terrible day for them. “Then after Ian was gone, he said I had to marry her or else he’ll kill Ian. So I did what I needed to do– should’ve told Ian right then though. Maybe he wouldn’t have left.”

They all look at him with sorrowful and shocked eyes as he pauses.

“When I found Ian though– after he left– I knew I couldn’t let him leave ever again. I’ve never needed anyone before, but fuck, I’ve always needed him. I could careless how fucking crazy he is, I need him and I’ve loved him in all his twisted and fucked up forms.” He starts to smile. “So what I’m saying is that I love him so much because we survived all that shit. Through all of that, he still managed to turn me into a better man and a better father to Yev. So that’s why.”

Debbie jumps on Mickey, pulling him in for a tight hug. She can’t believe the two of them needed to go through so much to get to where they are today. Once Debbie let go and Mickey looks around the room, he notices saddened and awed faces. “I also love his red hair, and that fucking smile,” he starts saying to lighten the mood. “And his abs– I mean shit,” he says with a laugh, causing all the girls’ jaws to drop. “Oh and I love his long arms and legs so much because when it’s cold he always wraps himself all the way around me to warm me up. I love that stuff so much,” he snorts. “Or when he clings onto me while he’s sleeping, I love that too.” He smiles. “He’s fucking perfect.”

“Man, you’re gonna hate that we got you this drunk tomorrow,” V laughs as the everything lightens again and she thinks about how Mickey is going to react to the thought of this conversation once he sobers up.

“Well, I’d appreciate me being drunk like this while ya can, ladies,” he laughs and then passes out, leaving the girls to drink by themselves.

Preference 04: Confession

Joffrey Baratheon:

Originally posted by hodorhodorhodooor

“You look lovely today my lady.”  He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.

“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.

“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.

“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”

Though it was you who requested my company.

He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.

“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”

“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”

“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”

“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”

“Yes, your grace.”

“Joffrey.”

“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.

Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”

Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…

“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”

You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.

You needed to get out, right now.

“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.


Jorah Mormont

Originally posted by pnkandpearls

The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.

“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”

He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.

“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.

“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”

Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.

You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.

If I do not tell him, Dany will.

“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”

He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”

Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.



Jon Snow

Originally posted by howeverlongitakesklaroline

Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.

This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…

“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.

It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.

He is cold.  Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.

Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.

You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.

“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.

He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.

“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.

“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.

He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”

Robb Stark

Originally posted by thelovelyrichardmadden

“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.

He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.

You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.

“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”

“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”

Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.”  Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.

“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”

Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”




Tommen Baratheon:

Originally posted by bericdondarrion

“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”

“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”

You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”

“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”

“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”

He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”

You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”

“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”

Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself  I mean nothing to him.

“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.

Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.

Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.

I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.



Theon Greyjoy:

Originally posted by sciencevsromance

You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.

Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“Lady… Y/N…”

“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”

He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.

“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”

“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.

“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”

Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.

“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”

“T-Theon?”

“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”

You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”

He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.

“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”

You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.

“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”

“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”

You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.

And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.


Tyrion Lannister:

Originally posted by aheartoficeandfire

“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”

You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.

“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”

Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.

Are you dying? Are you leaving?

Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?

 Are you hurt? Are you sick?

 Are you-

“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”

He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”

You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.

“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”

“Nay.”

“For Jamie?”

“Nay.”

“For my lord father?”

“Nay.”

“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”

You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”

His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.

“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”

“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.

“Oh and Y/N.”

“Yes my Lord?”

“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.

For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth

Business Partners- Part 1

Prompt/Summary: Your business partner invites himself to your sister’s wedding

Pairing/Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Natasha, Clint, Coulson, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Scott.  Everybody

Warnings: cursing, drinking, reader is going to be a bit of an idiot later on.  You should work on your communication skills.  ;)

Word Count: 2085

Author’s Note:  I am cutting this down to the wire. But this is my submission for @bionic-buckyb 5000 follower celebration!!!!  I claimed the fake dating AU.  As of posting this, the end isn’t finished.  So I plan on eating pizza at home and try to get it done by the deadline.  (I’m going to come back and tag people)

Originally posted by ayumifuru95

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You Brute

Nessian, 2.5K, Rated T

A/N: There seems to be a general consensus that if Nessian were mates, Cassian would find out first. I wanted to have a little fun and have dear Nesta feel it. 

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“And then—“ Cassian’s arm flew into the air, almost hitting Nesta in the face.

His scent overcame her, and she felt a snap within herself. Her eyes widened, and her knee hit the table. The words almost slipped right between her teeth, but she pressed her lips tightly together to keep the secret. Sitting next to him became almost unbearable, and she just wanted to be excused. She was overly aware of every feeling in the brute’s brain, and his insufferable need to leave the dinner table to take her home.

Her blood raced with that word. Mate. Mate. Mate Mate.

Scanning the table, Nesta checked to see if anyone noticed the outburst, but they were completely invested in Cassian’s story. A bead of sweat rolled down her back as she slumped slightly, relieved that no one saw her. Or so she thought. She caught eyes with Feyre sitting across from her. Her sister’s grin was filled with wicked delight.

Feyre definitely knew that Nesta’s mate bond snapped into place.

Nesta excused herself to use the restroom and practically stumbled to the hallway door. She leaned against the rough stone wall letting the cool rock calm her as she took slow breaths. They had been dating for the past thirteen months, fucking for the past eleven, and living together for the past seven. With how long they’d been with each other, both accepted that they definitely weren’t mates, and ignored any notion that they had to be. So it was certainly a shock when it felt like lightening struck her during their family dinner. She finally understood why Lucien couldn’t keep quiet for more than three seconds. The initial rush of it was overwhelming, and even now in the darkened hallway, she was keenly aware of Cassian’s subtle worry that she left. Rhys really deserved more credit for hiding it from Feyre for as long as he did.

With her forehead still on the wall, she heard the door open and scented her sister’s approach.

“Congratulations.”

Nesta rolled her head around towards her sister. “It does not feel like a congratulations are in order. Do you think he knows?”

Feyre walked over and put a hand on Nesta’s shoulder. “Probably not. Rhys fell off a cliff when he felt it, and I still didn’t know for months.”

“I’m pretty sure you were literally the only person who didn’t know. Even I had suspicions, and I didn’t even know what a mate was.” Feyre gave Nesta a small glare and removed her hand.

“What I’m saying is Cassian’s probably blind to it. The only reason I sensed it was because for the first time since I’ve become a daemati, I could see into your mind. Without shields, you were practically screaming that he was your mate.”

“Get out of my head.” Panic flooded Nesta. “Does Rhys know?”



“My guess is no. I asked him if he sensed anything strange from you, keeping it very vague. He only said that he heard your knee hit the table, but he wanted to leave you with a little bit of pride so he pretended not to notice.”

Nesta felt her head nod. The only thing she wanted right now was to be alone and settle herself. However, if she left now, that’d raise too many questions. And if she went home, Cassian would be there, and she couldn’t tell him. Not right now.

“Nesta. What are you thinking?”

She could just stay at Rhys and Feyre’s tonight. Then, she wouldn’t see him at home. The only issue was that she needed an excuse. A verbal brawl could constitute grounds for her leaving. She could start a fight at the table. “I think I’m going to yell at him.”

A pause. “Why, in all the courts of Prythian, would you do that?”

“So that I can stay at your townhouse tonight. I wouldn’t have to feel at all inclined about confronting him.”

Feyre’s eyes practically sent Nesta six feet under. “No. You are definitely not doing that.”

“But Rhys waited months before you ever knew. And he didn’t even tell you.”

“And look how well that turned out.” Nesta remembered the story of how Feyre left Rhys in the mud, not seeing him for a week before accepting the bond.

“I know that I probably will never understand this hiding of mate bonds,” Feyre began, waving her arms, “but I do know that Rhys does. If you want to talk to him about it, he probably has much better advice.”

“I really don’t think I want more people to know about this then there minimally has to be.”

“Eventually, Nesta, everyone would know. Rhys wanted to wait because of Tamlin and for our bond built on love. Clearly, you two don’t have a Tamlin, and you’re already in love. I do not see the problem.”

The problem was that Cassian wouldn’t want this level of commitment with her. The problem was that she might not want this level of commitment. The problem was that they’re bond may say that they’re equals, but they could still not be right for each other. They play fought often enough that it could be a possibility. The main problem, though, was that she did not trust anyone enough to share this grapple with, save for the male himself, and he was definitely not an option to talk to.

Thus, Nesta said, “I don’t know.”

Feyre huffed a sigh and turned to return to dinner.
“Can you at least create an excuse for me to spend the night at your place? If you’re so wary of me starting a fight.”

Looking back over her shoulder, Feyre eyed her sister. “Only if you agree to talk with Rhys.”

Nesta wanted to call her sister something vulgar, but refrained. “Fine.”


On the roof of the townhouse, Nesta took another shot. She wasn’t quite sure how much she’d had. Only that these damn fae senses made it far too difficult to become drunk. She heard Rhys come up about a minute ago. “Do you want to join me or are we both going to pretend that we talked to please my sister?”

Rhys approached and dropped his legs over the side of the roof. “To be honest with you, Nesta, your sister never told me what we were to talk about.”

Nesta just stared at the Sidra. This whole situation happened too fast, and she never even said the words aloud yet. She could feel that Cassian was sleeping and contented by the story of how Nesta and Feyre were going to have some sisterly bonding time. Maybe it was better to just rip off the bandage. Or maybe it was better to try pulling her shields down again, to see if Rhys could hear it. Eventually, she went with a combination.

“Cassian is my—“ There was a long pause.

His violet eyes forged into her, as if he could see the bond pulling her insides. She was certain the idiot of a High Lord was going to make her say it until he quietly suggested, “Mate?”

Nesta just nodded her head.

“At dinner?”

“You’re a bigger brute than Cassian, you know that?”

Rhys chuckled. “He doesn’t know, and you don’t want to tell him?”

Again, Nesta nodded.

The pair sat in silence for a long amount of time after that. Nesta never particularly cared for her either of her sisters’ mates, mainly because neither of the males were good enough for her sisters. She knew that both Rhys and Lucien were fine people but that did not change a thing. Ironically, she never thought herself good enough for Cassian.

“It’s quite terrifying. To share it. It may be the one thing that Feyre will never completely understand about me, “ Rhys said.

“What if—“

Rhys raised his hand. “But it is also the greatest thing to ever happen in my 500 years of existence.”

“He’ll probably say no. Or he might leave,”

“I can’t say he won’t, but I do know that he is the most loyal bastard I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I understand that you think he might leave given his…history. But, Nesta, Feyre proved to be very loyal to her lovers, or at least Tamlin, in the past and I was still scared. On the day she found out, I had wasted the entire day in my own head trying to encourage myself to tell her.”

“You’re an incredibly dopey male.”

“That makes you an incredibly dopey female.”

“It has been a few hours. Not months. I don’t think you can constitute me as incredibly anything yet.”

“Then, you’re just a dopey female.”

Nesta bared her teeth at him.

Rhys borrowed her amber liquid and took a small swig. “Do you know what my greatest regret is?”

“That you’re incredibly brooding? That your mate can beat you up? That you told those queens about Velaris? That Elain and I are high fae? Not that I blame you anymore.”

“No and no. The last two were for a long time, but I’ve recently reevaluated everything. Velaris healed, and you two…adjusted. But now my greatest regret is that I never told Feyre earlier. I could live with a decimated city. I could live with the Archerons as fae as long as they could. But, I could not live with either of those things without knowing Feyre was mine.”

Nesta sighed. “I don’t think that ‘incredibly dopey’ covered it well enough.”

Rhys paused for a second, looking contemplative about the insult, before gesturing for her to proceed.

“You’re absolutely sure he doesn’t know?”

“I can’t be absolutely sure about anything, but if you’re asking if he’s ever lost his shield and screamed it to me, no. Nor have we had a liquor aided heart to heart about it.”

The two sat in silence on the roof, passing the bottle back and forth until the sun rose up over the horizon. Rhys sent her home in the morning.

“Nesta, you don’t have to tell him today, or even tomorrow. But I would tell him as soon as you can.”

She barely heard him as she walked down the stairs.


Nesta still hadn’t said anything. It had been three weeks, and Feyre and Rhys were growing so impatient that Feyre threatened to put Nesta in a near death situation just to drag Cassian out to the Suriel, so it could tell Cassian for her. It was becoming particularly overwhelming to exist in the same space as him.

Even now, while he just sat there with a book, Nesta could not bear to read hers. She was turning the pages of her novel every few seconds after Cassian. His legs were thrown over the arms of the chair, and he sat sideways in it like a child. It was not the way the chair was supposed to accommodate wings. However, it did wonders for his legs as the chair pushed his muscles out into a relaxed, though still prominent, position. His left arm bent up to hold his novel making his muscles flex slightly. Their chandelier above them made the shadows under his jaw—

She shook her head. This was the issue with the mate bond. Before, Nesta could snap herself out of these sort of situations. But now, it was unbearable not to think of Cassian, or what she wanted to do to him. It made her a simpering female and far too territorial.

Cassian turned his page, and as Nesta was about to turn hers, he called, “Sweetheart, you could at least skim your eyes over your book to pretend you’re reading over there.”

Nesta hissed. “Maybe this book is boring, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Cassian just gave her a suggestive look that welcomed her disruptions anytime, and she could feel through the bond that he was very serious. She must have been staring.

“What’s on you mind, sweetheart? Because that look does not say you want to take me or that you want to kill me.”

She should just say it. Tell him. Get it off her chest. But instead she spit out. “What would you do if you found your mate?”

“And it wasn’t you?”

Nesta looked back with an almost vicious smile, “Well, yeah. We’ve already established that you and I aren’t.” Liar. She was a cauldron damned liar, but she was very curious to see how Cassian would treat his mate.

He looked off, clearly trying to find a nice way to let Nesta down. “I’d imagine that it’d be a fairly intense feeling, but I’d still try to make this,” he gestured between the two of them, “ work. I know Rhys’s parents are the classic case of mates gone wrong. And I do know that our relationship has definitely yet to go wrong. So I’d probably stay with you Nesta, for fear of something going wrong in the other relationship.”

“What if you fell straight on your ass in love for them, though?”

Cassian completely stilled. “Nesta. Are you asking because you found your mate? If you did, I’ll be very happy for you. It may take me some time, but I can adjust.” He looked away while still shifting in his chair so his body faced her. “You can still live here for the time being if he, or she, is looking for a house for the two of you. However, if I found my mate, I’d probably let you down a little gentler than this. I wouldn’t make you spell it out for me.”

He took a deep breath, and as she was about to respond, he interrupted. “So I’m going to ask you one more time. Did you find your mate?”

In his panic, he answered the question of whether or not he knew about the bond. She felt him try to reign in his anger and jealousy.

She took a dramatic, deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Cassian nodded his head as if he suspected as much. “Would I know them?”

“You probably wouldn’t recognize them now. They used to be fairly cocky, much like your self, but recently they are fairly skittish.”

“Did they go through a taxing experience?” Cassian asked as his brows furrowed.

“I mean he found out I’m his mate, which seems pretty dramatic. He’s also just trying to process it all.” She slipped and used a gender pronoun.

“Do you love him?”

She looked him straight in the eye. “I haven’t said anything yet, but I do. He’s said it countless times.”

“Have you slept with him?”

“He’s the best lover a girl could ask for.”

Cassian just sat there, mulling over her words. “He sounds an awful lot like me.”

“Does he?”

If Nesta thought Cassian was still before, it was nothing compared to now. He sat there with that immortal stillness as he stared at her. She heard his heart pounding in his chest and his heavy breathing. “Nesta. Are we….Am I… Are you…Are we mates?”

Rather than answering immediately, she pulled an apple out from under her and chucked it at his face. He barely caught it.

“Yeah, you brute. You’re my mate.”

Intuition {S.M}

requested// imagine from Shawn’s point of view where you are best friends with Shawn and his family says you are perfect for one another and he should do something about it

author’s note// all my imagines are going to crap idk if im gonna keep up with this page much longer

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I loved her. I knew for a long time that I loved her, but for a good while I didn’t know if that was right. 

Okay, now before you call my crazy, just here me out. 

Haven’t you ever loved someone that you knew wasn’t the one for you? I know that sounds cringey and stupid, but you know what I’m talking about. That one person that you fell in love with, but they were so wrong for you, so unhealthy, even so mean to you, but you fell in love anyways. 

Well, I was convinced she was that for me. I thought she would never feel the same, and I thought that she would never love me the way that I loved her. I thought that she would always just see me as her best friend who was always just there. That’s what she was to me until the eighth grade, if we are being completely honest. We were at the school dance and I saw her in that cheap Macy’s dress with the beads falling off of it, and I thought she was so beautiful. She had been my best friend for like, five years, and I had never seen her like that. Now that’s the only way that I see her. 

And it’s been seven years now, I’m always on tour, and she was always with the kids she taught. She was a classroom assistant for fourth graders, she’ll be an actual teacher in a year. It’s kind of adorable. But we continue to be best friends. We continue to stay in touch even though she is in school and I’m almost never home. And I continue to harbor these absolutely disgusting feelings for her that she probably has no idea about. I’m pretty sure no one knew about them. 

The weird thing is, there weren’t even dating rumors about us. We had been seen in public together a few times, and photos surfaced, but it wasn’t ever,

“Shawn Mendes and mystery woman???????” 

Which baffled me to an extreme extent, but at the same time I’m glad. 

I’m rambling, aren’t I? 

Okay, so summary of the backstory before I get to the point:

I’ve been friends with her since third grade, been in love with her since eighth grade, she’s graduating college this year and I still haven’t told her how I feel, I do the pop star thing and we continue to be best friends, and I’m coming home for a month to take a break from tour and I’m seeing her tonight. 

Okay, let’s get on with it then!

“I’m excited to see you!” She beamed. I could tell through the phone. She was excited. I hadn’t seen her in person in six months, and I missed her more than words could say. 

“Me too!” I smiled, and I knew she could tell that I was. She just laughed a little, and I heard the line click off. I sighed and slipped the phone next to me as I placed my other hand back on the wheel. I was nervous to say the least, because I decided that seven years was long enough and tonight I would decide to tell her how I felt. 

Or maybe I wasn’t. 

I don’t know. 

But I do know who to ask. 

I pulled into my driveway, seeing the exact face I wanted to see. My sister, Aaliyah. I purposefully came home about an hour earlier than my parents get home, so I could talk to her before they got home. She sprinted to my car, waiting for it to come to a halt, and when it did, she ran over to the door waiting for me to open it, and when I did I thought she was going to cry when she jumped into my arms. 

“Shawn, oh my god!” She held on so tight as I let out a chuckle. She was happy to see me, I was guessing. I was always close with my sister. She always knew what was going on. She always knew what I was feeling, and she got it. Sometimes even when I didn’t tell her. “I missed you.” I squeezed just a little tighter, and  hoped she’d never have to let go, so I pushed the thought of having to leave soon out of my head. 

“Yeah? I missed you too kiddo, but I need your advice.” I pulled back, my sister doing the same. She smiled.

“I knew you would. Come on.” She started to go inside, and I followed her. I just left his suitcase in his truck, knowing he would be back out for it later. I walked up the familiar steps into my house, my black boots clonking on the wooden steps. “I’m pretty sure I already know too.” She mumbled, walking into the house, the scent of home washing over me. It almost hurt that I had been gone for so long. I loved this place with everything I am. I instantly walked into the kitchen, seeing that oh-so-familiar tin of blueberry muffins, grabbing one, and sitting at the bar. Aaliyah did the same, and as she sat down she let out a sigh. “What do you need my wise high school kid help with?” She bit into her muffin, obviously incredibly content. 

“Y/n…” I trailed off peeling the wrapping off of my muffin. God, I missed these. 

“You mean your future wife.” She stated non-nonchalantly. I almost choked on that muffin I shit you not. 

“What?” I coughed, trying to form words and get air into my lungs. 

“Shawn, come on. You love her. Jesus, everyone knows. It isn’t hard to tell. Even my friends know. Like seriously, you don’t hide it well. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t know.” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and it caused his stomach to drop about seven stories. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.” That was seventeen stories. 

“Really?” I choked out, not even trying to take another bite out of that muffin knowing I would probably die. 

“Yeah, really. In all honesty, you really should have gone and seen her first instead of waiting for six a clock tonight and just tell her what you’re feeling. You’ve been harboring these feelings for what? Five and a half years?” She stated, still engrossed in that muffin. 

“Actually seven but..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Pretty sure she’s at work anyways…” I knew very well she wasn’t. I was honestly just trying to think up an excuse on to why I shouldn’t go over there. 

“Fat lie. Call her, tell her you’re coming over, and then go tell her how you feel.” My sister basically demanded. All of the things that could possibly go wrong, or go right even, ran through my head at about a million miles a minute. No, more like a second. She could say no, she could say that she didn’t want to ever talk to me again since she didn’t want to have to deal with my feelings. She could laugh at me. Or, she could feel the same. She could jump into my arms and we could live happily ever after. And I’d really like to see the outcome. 

“Aaliyah, I know I just got home, but I really have to do something.” She didn’t even say a word and I knew she was fine with it. I instantly got up from the bar and walked out of the door. My courage was rushing through my veins and I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t just go away. I instantly got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. My blood was boiling over with anticipation and in that moment I was so incredibly grateful that her house was only five minutes away. Because I was pulling into her driveway before I could even give it a second thought. I took a deep breath, making sure not to think it through again before I hopped out of the car and out onto her driveway. I took long, fast strides up to her front door, and knocked. She had gotten a tiny house of her own, only one story since she hated the idea of an apartment so much. I looked at the white paint that was chipped, most likely from the previous owner. It seemed like forever and a half I was waiting until I heard that door creak open. I looked over, her long legs uncovered since she was only wearing some pajama shorts, her arms pressed against the door frame, those only covered up by a long sleeve purple t-shirt. 

“Hey, you’re early.” She laughed, and god, it was a heavenly sound. Her dark skin glowing in the early afternoon sunlight. “Wanna come in?” She asked. 

“No.” I shook my head. “I just have to say something and then I can leave or stay or whatever it is you want.” I took a deep breath again, and she nodded her head, as if telling me to get on it with already. She crossed her arms and waited. “Okay well, so like this may be creepy but i’m in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I am, and I have been for a while but I thought It’d just be better if you didn’t know but… But at this point it’s just sad and I wanted you to know I can leave now.” I instantly grew embarrassed and started to turn away, but I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around. 

“God, it took you long enough. I’ve only been waiting for you to tell me since what? Ninth grade?” She bit her lip and smiled at me. 

“Eighth grade, actually.”

author’s note// OH MY G O D ITS GROSS I HATE IT WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ANYMORE I NEED TO DIE NOT WRITE also i made the y/n a poc cause freaking every imagine is a white hoe and its sickening. cant wait to get triggered messages even tho theres literally oNE sentence about her being a poc!!!!! bye!!!

Stealing Kisses

This is not the piece written with @mollyraesly–that one is still being worked on and we’re excited to share it with you all soon! This was written for February @jilychallenge with given prompt: you’re a pirate pillaging my village and instead of stealing an item you steal me WTF AU (Rated: M)

Dedicated to @gryffindormischief for being amazing all the time everyday

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The first thing Lily noticed while hiding behind the barrel of apples was the way his messy black hair stuck out of his red bandana in every which way. The second thing she noticed were his eyes because they fluttered right over to her hiding spot, sparking indignantly. He entered the tiny produce shop with his eyes lit up with the thrill of the chase, or plunder, or whatever it was that pirates did.

It was Lily’s second raid without her father. Lily had managed to convince his father that raids happened once in a blue moon that she could handle herself alone for the few months he went back to England to marry her sister off. The produce store they sold goods from wasn’t a high target for pirates, since they mostly sold fruit that would spoil during long sea trips. That didn’t stop the pirates from exploring as much as they could.

The last raid Lily had been more prepared and she hid in the loft above her head. The loft had pull away steps for safety. Currently stuck behind barrels of apples, Lily was an easy grab. She struggled to make herself smaller, wishing desperately she had grabbed the fire stick for protection that sat useless away from her by the crackling stove.

This pirate didn’t seem like the last crew that had burned a neighbor’s house. He seemed young and curious. She watched as best she could as he let his fingers slip over the countertops, pocketing various things as he went. Lily didn’t care about anything he grabbed off the prep table as long as he left the shop.

Outside the shop she could hear the shouts of her fellow townsfolk. They were a small English trading post off the coast of the main island and had little in the way of protection from pirates. Lily’s own father was one of the fifty or so men sworn to protect the island from pirates. Normally pirates left the small trading post but sometimes the unprotected town was too much for pirates to pass by.

During the last raid the pirates didn’t come into the shop so Lily’s curiosity got the best of her as he made his way over to one of the barrels and plucked an apple from it. He had to be around her age, no older than nineteen. There was still a boyish charm to his features that intrigued Lily. As he took a bite of the apple she leaned too far forwards and fell to the ground.

The pirate dropped the apple, grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to a standing position all in one swift swoop. Before she could shout for help he held a sharp silver blade to her neck.

“Please remain silent if you wish to keep your tongue.”

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Dancing On My Own: Part 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst

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Word Count: 1206

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?


Author’s Notes: I wasn’t with my mom when she died. I had left for the night with the intention of going back the next day. It is literally the worst fucking feeling ever to not be there regardless of what anyone will ever tell you. I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Some of this is inspired by events in my life – to allow me to work out some of the issues I’ve had in the last year.

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Bucky watched as your eyes glazed over with panic.

“What do you mean?!” You shouted as you jumped to your feet and began pacing absentmindedly. “Okay… okay… But did they?” You paused for a moment as you listened to your father on the other side of the line.

“Doll?” Bucky asked as he moved towards you but you held up your hand – effectively freezing him in his tracks. In all the years he had known you he had never witnessed you this upset.

“Okay – no, no. I’ll be there soon,” you replied as you furrowed your brows in concentration. “I love you too, dad.” With this you took the phone from your ear and stared blankly at Bucky.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” he asked as he held your hands in his.

“I… I can’t breathe,” you managed to choke out before Bucky enveloped your shaking body with his warm embrace.

“I’m here… Doll tell me what’s wrong,” he soothed as he rubbed his hands softly on your back.

“My mom… she’s um… she’s sick, Buck. I have to get home,” you sputtered out as you broke from the embrace to begin walking around the bedroom as you searched frantically for your luggage. “I was supposed to fly out next week… I… I don’t know how I’m even going to get a ticket now,” you muttered as you finally found the luggage on the top shelf of your closet.

“Doll,” Bucky breathed into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. “Go sit down – I will take care of it,” he added as he pulled you gently to your bed.

You sat on the bed dumbfounded as Bucky carefully packed all the things he knew you would need or want. Even in your haze of panic you couldn’t help but notice how well he knew you. You were glad he was with you – glad that for once someone could do the thinking for you, and not pester you about if you were okay like Steve would. You swallowed hard – immediately feeling guilty for comparing your fiancé to his best friend. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice broke your concentration as you blinked and looked up at him. “I’m going to my room to pack. I’ll be right back. I’ve already texted your work to let them know you won’t be coming in this week,” he explained before leaving the room.

Within an hour you were taking off in one of the quinjets from Stark Tower. Bucky had persuaded you that it would be a quicker way of getting to your small hometown. You had relented – deciding to let Bucky make the decisions so you could focus on mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to face.


“Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he grasped your shoulders. He didn’t really have the heart to wake you – you had fallen asleep just after leaving New York –he knew the late night, and stress of the news about your mother had exhausted you. He thought that the landing in the small field next to your house in rural Kansas would wake you, but it hadn’t. As much as he wished he could let you sleep – he knew he would just be prolonging the inevitable. “Doll, you need to wake up,” he whispered softly as he stroked the hair from your face.

“Steve?” you murmured. You had been dreaming about Steve, Bucky, and someone being sick, but the haze of sleep kept you from remembering. The sound of Steve’s name on your lips caused Bucky to flinch which prompted you to open your eyes. “Bucky? I’m sorry… I was dreaming… I… are we here already?” you asked as you rubbed your eyes wearily.

Bucky tried his best to swallow his reaction. Now was not the time to be jealous – he was here for you in the absence of his best friend, and the man you loved. “We just landed. I called your sister and she told me where the keys to the pickup are so we can get to the hospital. Come on – I’ll get the bags later,” he replied as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly and he helped pull your tired aching body from the seat. He held you for a moment as he looked at your hand – not letting it go. “Where’s your ring?” he asked quietly – immediately realizing you weren’t wearing it.

You bit your lower lip nervously as you internally chastised yourself for your decision. “I… I didn’t think now was the time to… you know,” you shrugged lamely. If you were honest it was partly for that reason, but also because it was a constant reminder of the nagging anxiety you felt when you thought about your future.

Bucky could tell that you weren’t being completely honest with him, but he knew that you loved Steve – regardless of your reasoning, and he reminded himself of that as he quelled the bubble of hope that rose inside of him. “You’re right, doll. Come on, let’s get going,” he said with a sad smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “They’re expecting us.”


The trip to the hospital was uneventful. Bucky was hell-bent on driving but finally relented once you pointed out that you were much more familiar with the area than he was, given that you had lived here for most of your life. You tried to stay as focused on the road as you could, but it was damn near impossible – which resulted in you swerving onto the side of the road several times –much to the dissatisfaction of your passenger.

As you entered the hospital you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It drove you to walk quickly as you searched frantically for your mother’s room. As you turned the corner of a narrow hallway on the eleventh floor you caught sight of your family huddled outside of a room with a partially closed door. Sara, your eldest sister, was the first to see you as she pulled away from her husband and met you halfway down the hall.

“What…” you began in a choked whisper as you took in the sight before you.

“She’s gone,” she answered sadly as she embraced you.

You stumbled back from the embrace as you struggled for air. “But I’m here. I’m here. I’m here!” you said frantically as tears spilled from your eyes. “I… I didn’t know…. I…. but I’m here,’ you sobbed as you stumbled back into Bucky’s warm chest – his arms immediately wrapped around you. “I… Bucky… I didn’t get to say goodbye…”

Bucky felt hollow as he held you. He so desperately wanted to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he knew the bitterness of loss. He had tasted it one too many times in his life. He tightened his embrace around your waist as you sobbed into his chest. “I know, doll,” he whispered soothingly. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye now,” he whispered sweetly as he helped guide you to the room.

As you looked down upon your mother’s body your last bit of resolve disintegrated. Bucky held on to you as you blubbered through your goodbye and your apologies for not being there for her. You knew in your heart that you had failed her by not being with her at the end, and it hurt worse than anything you had ever experienced. As you gently squeezed her hand you couldn’t reconcile the fact that while she was before you she wasn’t truly there. She was gone. The words you spoke would float endlessly through the air, but not to her. You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back on Bucky’s shoulder – the last of your bitter tears falling from your eyes as you succumbed to the numbness that death so often brings. “Take me home, Buck,” you whispered as his embrace tightened around you.


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Quiet, They’ll Hear Us!

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Request: This is my first request so bear with me… Could you possibly do a Markiplier x fem!reader where the reader is Tyler’s sister and she’s secretly dating Mark then one day Tyler walks in on them making out or something, sorry if that’s a bad prompt. :)

Summary: Big brother Tyler finds out little sister Fem!Reader has been sneaking around with Mark. Shook

A/N: OK guys this is one of my favorite tropes ever I loved writing this one! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1300, full of angst lol

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Student Council Prez [13]

Episode 12 - Episode 13 - Episode 13.5 OR Episode 14
Words: 9.2k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

The second you walk through the door, Sungjae practically launches on top of you, never happier than to see your face. Your two siblings look cleaner than you’ve ever seen them, Sohyun’s hair tight in braids and Sungjae’s own hair swept to the side in the style of the 1940’s. Aunt Eunhye is happy to see you back too but doesn’t waste any time to scold your messy attire.

But as you look around the apartment, everything is well kept and spotless. Most importantly, your siblings have been well fed, are happy and completely safe.

For the next week, you find yourself with less responsibilities and hardships, despite your aunt nagging you to do more chores. Sometimes you even become shocked at how little you have to do or worry about; if your siblings ate or not, how much you had to spend on groceries and what you were going to make - the list was endless but at the same time all but disappeared. For once you were exactly what you should be: a teenager.

Nevertheless, all good things must come to an end.

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Overwatch AU: Partner in Crime

Well, once again a one shot AU received a lot of attention and demand for more so here we are! Part 2 of “To Catch a Thief” @reypadawanjedi‘s Thief AU!

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SSSSHHHHHCKKKK This is SquSHHHCKKKKKK-In pursuit of-SHKKKKKSHHHHH All units converge onSHHHHHHH-

Lena bought a police radio, which wasn’t as hard to get a hold of as she originally thought.

“What do you think?” she casually asked over her shoulder as she tweaked the knobs, searching for a channel to listen into while holding the old headphones that were probably used on a much larger head as she needed to keep a good grip on it to keep it from falling right off her ear.

Amelie had just silently slipped in through the window, gently closing it shut behind her. She was just about to admire the brand new window as it closed without a single squeak or struggle, (Not that this had stopped her before but that gesture was nice) but upon entering the dark apartment save for the small light by the kitchen counter, there was Lena, sitting with complete concentration on the bar stool with a radio on the table.

She couldn’t believe it.

It had only been a few days since they made official arrangements to be partners and Lena was all in.

She continued to work as a deadbeat waitress despite now receiving a cut of Amelie’s “profits” which was more than what she made in a month. She put it in her savings account in bits at a time to not raise any suspicion and made purchases in cash.

She stocked her fridge with drinks and snacks of Amelie’s choosing, leaving them out on the new table, in front of the new couch with new blankets and pillows. All of it would be at the ready when she returned from a successful haul, she could kick off her shoes and relax while the police scrambled to search the city for her. The situation couldn’t have landed in a more perfect place for her.

“Why does it feel like you’ve done this before cherie?” she laughed, playfully plucking the unfinished bottle of hard cider that sat beside the radio, taking a quick swig.

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William Nylander - Part 3

Tumblr won’t let me add a picture and I’m kinda pissed…. JK fixed it 

I wake in the morning feeling like train wreck. When I stumble into the bathroom I’m surprised to see that I can see out of both of my eyes, though one is completely black and purple. The swelling has seemed to go down quite a bit from when I went to bed and I breathe a sigh of relief. Not that I have anyone to look good for, but I don’t exactly want to be scared to look in the mirror every day.

               Letting the hot water from my shower wash off the remaining dried blood and I’ll admit, a few tears from last night. Nathan had been all over me like a mother hen, insisting that he stay the night in case something happened and when I in turn asked him what he thought could possibly happen he couldn’t think of a scenario. So Rian has shooed both him and Jake off before they could even walk inside the front door. She had been able to convince me to stay at my parent’s house with her, saying that she wanted to keep an eye on me but I really knew it was because she didn’t like staying in the house on her own. Our parents weren’t due to come home from their anniversary cruise until next week Monday and it was only Wednesday.

               I dress myself, careful when I pull my shirt on to not rip my stitches and make my way downstairs. Rian is already up and about to go out the door to head to school.

               “I was going to wake you, but thought better,” she says and eyes my face. “Balance the black on your other eye and you could make a good living as a hooker.” She smirks at me.

               I throw her a filthy look. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” I huff back at her, making my way into the kitchen.

               “Yes, actually. But I wanted to see your face when I tell you this,” she says following after me and I frown at her.

               “Tell me what?” I ask slowly.

               “That you’re an internet meme now,” she looks overly happy and I tense.

               “What?” I ask, my voice much louder than I intended.

               “Someone at the game took a picture of the jumbrotron and you giving a thumbs up with a mangled face. Now people are posting those pictures with the clinche caption of how tough hockey fans are and all that,” she rolls her eyes and I relax.

               “Oh, then that’s not so bad,” I say and dig through the cupboards for something to eat.

               “You also might want to check your phone,” Rian adds, a devilish grin on her face when I turn to look at her. “See you later,” she says and skips out the door.

               I stare after her a moment and then make a mad dash to my coat hanging in the hallway where my phone is still resting. Swiping the screen on my stomach drops, there’s over five hundred notifications from all my social media apps and text messages.

               “How can people possibly know who I am? I got hit in the face with a puck!” I yell out loud into the empty house. Groaning, I start going through the follow requests and mentions, getting annoyed after thirty seconds and just changing my settings to that anyone can follow me instead. That takes away over three hundred of the notifications.

               Scrolling through the messages I ignore most of them from people I haven’t talked to in months. Both Jake and Nathan texted me this morning asking how I feel and I respond to them and them only. None of my friends that don’t watch hockey haven’t said a single thing to me so I know that it’s not as big a deal as Rian made it sound like.

               I mute my phone and get set on my bowl of cereal and think about what I’m going to do today. Working as an editor for a publishing company, I’m able to work from home most days and today will be no different. Cleaning up after myself I get my car keys and head back to my apartment downtown. I keep my hat down low on my head when I sneak into my favorite coffee shop and no one gives me a second glance. I hurry across the street to my apartment and breathe a sigh of relief when I get into the elevator.

               Kota is waiting for me at the door, meowing like she’s been starved to death. I fill her bowl that wasn’t even empty while she preys on my foot, thinking she’s the almighty queen of the apartment. I force myself to walk into my home office, the stack of manuscripts on my desk is intimidating and I grimace as I sit down and pull on my glasses carefully. Before the headache can even have a chance to start, I reach into the desk drawer and down a few pain meds. Always good to be prepared.

               Four hours later a ding on my phone nearly makes me fall out of my seat. I place the highlighter and pen on to the desk beside the thriller manuscript I had been pouring over all morning, yellow and red marks all over the sheet glare up at me. Picking up my phone I see a message from Rian.

               Half day today. Ready for pizza?

               I glance at the clock and cringe at the time.

               Give me fifteen minutes

               Another manuscript get the better of you?

               Always

               See you in a few

               Kk

               I scramble from my chair, Kota startles and sprints across the room sending toys and papers alike scattering across the floor. Giggling, I make my way into my room and strip down from my comfy clothes and into something that makes me look a little less homeless. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and groan.

Having forgotten the black eye and angry red stitches, I reach for another ball cap and pull the bill down as far as I can. It doesn’t help much but I don’t dare to even try and put makeup over it. Maybe we can get a table in the back corner.

               I meet Rian in the parking lot and to my dismay the place looks packed.

               “Why are there so many people here? Don’t they have jobs?” I grumble and Rian laughs.

               “You have a job and you’re here,” she smirks at me, her eyes traveling to my bruised cheek. “Not gonna lie, you look pretty badass in your whole ensemble.” She gestures with her hands to the rest of my outfit and I realize that I put on all black, even my coat. “I’m loving the whole dark energy thing.”

               I roll my eyes at her and push her through the front door. While there are a lot of cars in the parking lot, there are still several empty tables and I’m grateful when the hostess leads us to one in a secluded corner. I pick up the menu although I don’t know why, I get the same thing every time I’m here. Rian does the same thing and we laugh at each other.

               “Remember when dad used to take us here when mom would go out of town. Literally every night she was gone this was our dinner,” she smiles down at her menu, tracing the restaurants logo that sits in the top right corner.  

               “Yeah, I do,” I smile as the memories as well. “Carson and Logan annoying us to death with their spit ball wars.”

               “I miss them, I hate that their camp is two weeks long. When I went it was only a week,” she pouts and I have to laugh.

               “I thought the same thing when you went, they will be back soon. And then you’ll be calling me begging to come over so you can get away from the twelve year old devils,” I say and she nods.

               “True, but I still miss them. The house feels so empty without them and mom and dad gone. I might go insane before Monday,” she replies, tracing her finger along the condensation on her glass of lemonade.

               “See, when I was home alone like you, I loved it. No one to annoy me or take my things without asking.” Rian scowls at me for that one. “It was nice, but I loved it even more when you all came home,” I add and wink at her, she softens her scowl.

               “I guess that’s the difference between you and I. You’re Miss. Independent and I’m the exact opposite. I don’t think I could live alone like you do, work at home like you do… I wouldn’t be able to function.”

               “I have Kota,” I argue and she gives me a look. “Hey! She’s a person too, just because she can’t talk doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings.”

               “Oh my God, my sister is already a crazy cat lady,” Rian says, rubbing her face with her hands and I roll my eyes. Her eyes dart to the side of me and widen slightly.

               “What are you looking at?” I ask her, preparing to turn around when she shakes her head.

               “Nothing, thought for a moment I left my straightener on at home,” she says, busying herself with her lemonade.

               I eye her blonde locks, perfect spiral curls going every direction. “Funny your straightener would be on when you wouldn’t have used it.” I quirk an eyebrow at her as her cheeks flush. Lucky for her, the waitress arrives again to take our order.

               After the waitress leaves I forget about the straightener and excuse myself to the bathroom. I keep my head low as I pass by the booths and tables, both when I head towards the bathroom and when I’m returning. I glance up to make sure I’m in the right line of booths when I notice that Rian traded seats with me.

               “What are you doing?” I ask her, pausing at the side of the table and eyeing her.

               “I wanted to watch the T.V,” she says nonchalantly, sipping her beverage though she never looks at me.

               I sit down slowly, still eyeing her. “You don’t like UFC fighting…” I say and she blushes again.

               “Well then maybe I thought you would enjoy the view sitting there,” she whispers, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances down from the T.V for only a second.

               “What are you talking about?” I ask and lift my eyes to gaze around, I don’t see a single T.V and the decorations are just that, decorations. It isn’t until I lower my eyes to the large table beside us do I realize what she meant. Oh God. I pull the hat down even lower and drop my eyes back to my empty plate. “Rian, switch back with me,” I plead in a whisper.

               “Nope,” Rian responds, not bothering to look down from the T.V again. “I’m good here.”

               “Rian, I swear to God if you don’t switch with me right now-“

               “What? What are you going to do?”

               I hesitate. “Cry.”

               Rian snorts a laugh. “No you won’t, I haven’t seen you cry since we watched Marley and Me six years ago.”

               I pout and dare to peek up at the table to my left. Big mistake. My eyes meet those blue ones again and I shiver. A smile flashes across his face before he looks back at one of his teammates.

               “So, what did you see?” Rian asks, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face and I aim a nice kick to the shins under the table. She jerks in her seat, hitting the table with her arm and causing the whole thing to tremble. Another mistake. I can feel the eyes of the table beside us.

               “God, I hate when you do that!” She snaps, rubbing her leg with her hand and glaring at me.

               I give her my biggest smile and flutter my eyelashes. “Do what?” I ask.

               Rian throws another look my way before our waitress returns with our pizza. All fighting is set aside as we devour the pizza with our eyes, still too warm to eat.

               We each have four slices a piece and I lean back in my seat when I finally gulp down my last bite. I let out a satisfied sigh and wish nothing more than to take a nap right there.

               I open my eyes to say something to Rian but my attention is caught once again to the other table. Will is immersed in the plate before him, shoveling food into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in a week. A faint smile pulls at my lips I continue to watch him, he doesn’t seem to notice until an arm nudges his side and when I look over at who the arm belongs to, I meet the eyes of another player, Morgan Rielly. He nods at me before I can look away and when Will looks in my direction I flush crimson and stare at my glass. Mortified.

               “I think I’m going to go the bathroom,” Rian says, oblivious to what just happened and I give her panicked look.

               “What? No, don’t leave me here alone!” I whisper quickly and she looks at me like I’m crazy.

               “You’ll be fine,” she says and slides out of her booth.

               “Rian, no!” I say, willing her to sit back down. She gives me one last confused look and walks past me towards the other side of the restaurant where the bathrooms are. “I have no sister!” I whisper and I think I see a faint hint of a smile before she’s out of my view.

               Turning back in my seat so I’m once again facing my empty plate, I try very hard to regulate my breathing. I can hear the faint conversation of the boys at the next table and I reach for my phone. My only distraction. I scroll for a moment until I feel the gaze to my left again. Pressing my lips together I tense, I can just barely see him to the side, my eyes still focused on the screen though I’m not reading a single thing. I see him stand slowly and say something to Morgan.

               Oh no. Please no. Will takes a step towards me and I stop breathing. I keep my eyes down even when he reaches the side of my table, his gaze hot on my face and I know I’m the color of the cherry red booth I’m sitting on.

               “Mind if I sit for a moment?” Will asks and I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I can’t even look at him. Instead I slowly nod my head and put my phone down on the table.

               He moves into the booth and my eyes go his hands folded in front of him on the table.

               “How’s the head?” He asks and finally I’m able to look up.

               “It’s okay,” I answer, searching his face for the other question that he seems to be holding back on.

               “Good, it doesn’t look too bad,” he says, his eyes trailing up and down the side of my face.

               “Too bad?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

               “I didn’t mean it like that!” He says hurriedly. “I mean that I figured your eye would be pretty much swollen shut is all.” Will smiles at me and I just stare back.

               “What are you doing here?” I ask him after a moment and he frowns. “Didn’t think pizza was exactly the meal a hockey player has the night before a game.”

               Will’s eyes dart back and forth between mine, fumbling for an answer. “Because you said you would be here.” He says finally and I’m floored by his honesty.

               “What?” I stammer.

               “You asked your sister last night if you could come here today,” he says slowly and I remember the elevator ride.

               “So… you wanted to check up on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he blushes. I hate how adorable it looks.

               “Maybe.” Is all he says and we sit in silence for another few seconds.

               “And that was it?” I ask again, pulling my glass closer to me and trailing my fingers along the lip slowly, concentrating on the shapes instead of his face.

               He watches for another few seconds, not looking up at me when he answers. “Maybe not.”

               “So, what else could there possibly be?”

               He hesitates again and fidgets slightly in his seat. I make him nervous. “I kinda wanted to make it up to you, somehow,” he finally says and I halt my finger on my glass, my eyes flashing to his.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               “What can I do to make it up to you?” He asks and his blue eyes overwhelm my own and I have no idea what to say.

               “Tell you what,” he says after a beat. “I’ll give you my number, and when you think of something. You let me know.” Without waiting for a response, he reaches across the table and grabs my phone. When he sees that he needs a passcode to unlock it, he reaches back across for my hand. He gently slides my hand across the table, pressing my thumb to the home button and I let him. Will opens my contacts and adds his own in before sliding it back across the table to me.

               “Hopefully you let me know sooner rather than later,” he whispers, slowly sliding out of the booth just as my sister reappears in the corner of my eye. Will smiles at her and nods before flashing his eyes back to me, winking before he turns and returns to his own table where several of his teammates are staring.

               I blink several times and finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Rian sits back down across from me, pressing her lips together.

               “So, what did I miss?” She asks after a moment and I laugh.

               “Not much.”

I don’t think I deserve it - Part 5

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Injury, Nightmare, Pain (?), Fluff

Word Count: 1,200 ish (ik it’s short)

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for the late update, but I just got my computer to work (yay). I wrote this kinda quick and It’s not the best chapter but I felt the urge to update. If you want to be tagged in future parts just ask <3

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Sam carried you to his room, probably because it was the closest. Carefully he placed you on his bed and began picking on the porcelain pisces. “I’m gonna have to remove your shirt to see if any of these hurt you.” Panicked you shook your head. Just as Sam opened his mouth to answer Dean came into the room, spotting you two.

“Where’s she hurt?” The panic rose within you and the pain was almost too much to bare. You tried to focus on your breath as they spoke, trying to calm down a little. You shut your eyes closed. “Y/N?” Take a deep breath, come on, now’s not the time to get a panic attack. “Hey, Y/N.” You nodded a little, signaling that you heard them. “We have to see how bad your leg is, okay?” As you nodded again you felt a pair of hands coming up to the waistband of your leggings and you inhaled sharply.

The hands stopped right away, but you still held your breath. The other brothers hands came up to stroke your cheeks. You flinched away. Sam’s voice were right above you then. “It’s okay, we’re only going to take a look at your leg.” Before you knew it your leggings were gone and you started to shake. I need to calm down. Even if you trusted the brothers a little more than you should have, considering how you’ve only been in the bunker for almost a week, this still creeped you out.

Sam’s hands left your cheeks and you felt his fingers gently press into your skin around the stitches. “It doesn’t need stitches again, but we have to use bandage so it’s won’t get infected.” You let out the breath you held. Just the mere thought of needles made your eyes water.

“You hurting somewhere else?” You shook your head lightly, praying that Sam or Dean would give you painkillers soon. Sam must have read your mind because the next thing he said was “I can’t give you painkillers for you leg Y/N, you look some like 3 hours ago.” Silent tears ran down your cheeks as you gave up fighting them away.

Dean ran his hand down your left leg, trying to give you some comfort. “The easiest way through this is to sleep.” He said after a while. You nodded, ready to try to limb yourself towards your room when Sam pushed your shoulders down. “You can stay here, it’s okay.” Dean then left the room, saying something about cleaning up the kitchen.

Guilt came crashing down on you. All that mess just because you’re so damn scared all the time. Sam was heading out too, and you didn’t want to be alone. “C-can you s-stay?” He turned around and walked towards your left side on the bed. You were still freezing and laying on top of the covers didn’t help.

He gently got the covers away and on top of you and tucked them in a little on the sides. “I’m gonna go get my laptop and sit here, okay?” You nodded at that and watched him leave the room. You didn’t notice it before, but he had books everywhere. On the floor, on the dresser and even one at the end of the bed.

He had some clothes lying in the right corner, probably dirty. Sam came back with his laptop and a couple of headphones in his hand. He placed them on the bed as he got out of his shoes.

You scooted over a little to the left so that Sam would fit on the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat down. He was sitting with his back against the headboard and his laptop pretty far down on his lap. With his headphones plugged in he started to watch some movie.

Without thinking you put your head on his lap. You felt him tense under you and you were just about to move your head when his hand began to stroke your hair and back. You let out a deep breath and closed your eyes.

You focused on the small patterns Sam drew on your back instead of the pain coming from your leg. The warmth from Sam made you snuggle in a little more into him and soon enough you fell asleep.

***

Sam’s Pov

You had been sleeping for almost 2 hours on his lap now. He was happy that you started to open up a little from the cold shell you were before. Of course there was a lot more to work on, especially on the food thing. Sam couldn’t help to notice before how the leggings that was supposed to be tight on you, was baggy on your small legs.

You were literally just skin and bones, and that worried him a lot. The dark circles under your eyes showed him how little sleep you’ve gotten lately and he was thinking that maybe it had to do with nightmares.

The second movie was playing in front of him as you began to move. He saw your lips moving and your eyebrows furrowed. As he removed his headphone he heard you talking in your sleep. “No..’m sorry..”

He paused the movie as he kept his eyes on you. “Clarke.. Stop.. I’m not-” tears leaked from your eyes when you suddenly stopped talking. “Hey, Y/N.” He didn’t want to wake you up after such a short time, but you were having another nightmare and he wanted to wake you up before you got too far away in the dream.

You stirred when he shook your shoulder and you opened your eyes. He felt you take a deep shaky breath, almost as if you tried to calm down. When he moved his hand on your shoulder you flinched. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe.”

When you didn’t answer he spoke up again. “Who’s Clarke..?” He felt you tense and he regretted asking you. You shook your head against his lap and sat up. You threw your legs carefully over the bed and went to stand up, pulling the covers away from your body. Sam got up to help, but you just brushed him off telling him you could do it yourself. He backed away and watched you limb out of his room with pain written all over your face.

He sighed, why did I do that? It was clearly something that hurt for you to talk about. Everytime Sam mentioned what happened before they took you in you shut him out and ignored him. They really needed to know what happened but they couldn’t get it out of you. Sam often told Dean to give you some time, but they still worried a lot about what happened to you.

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An Unattractive Trait

* Lin × Reader
* Modern rpf
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Reader cheats on Lin with Daveed and they think he doesn’t know until he’s going and he glared at them and just fucking screams “whatever the HELL YOU WERE DOING IN MONTICELLO!” but like ends with fluff.

A/N: Well this one just…happened. the ideas kept coming and didn’t stop so I wrote it. I did change the request a bit, like I put in my answer to the request. It’s just…I’ve had three people I care about cheated on, one of them was my own sister. And she told me how awful it felt, how she spent time questioning why she wasn’t good enough. It hurts. That’s my problem with it. I hope you guys understand that. And, as always, I hope you enjoy this story.

Word Count: 4,132

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"Just try.” Daveed urged you.

“No.” You shot back.

“Do it.” He said from the other side of your couch. He kicked you slightly for emphasis.

“Dammit Diggs. No.” You said, leaving no room for argument. Still, Daveed found room for his argument.

“Look Y/N, you want to work Broadway? Here’s your chance. I’m not telling you to audition for a lead, try for ensemble. You got skill and a damn good shot of getting in.” He said. “And the writer is a good guy.” He tacked on. “And single.” He smirked at you.

“Are you trying to get me a job or laid?” You asked him.

He shrugged, his smirk still in place. “Either one.” He paused and his smirk grew. “Or both.” You threw a decorative pillow at him.

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Unmarked [Sanvers/Supercorp]

Imagine the soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate will say to you is tattooed on your wrist, but Person A’s tattoo is something completely ridiculous or nonsensical.

I don’t usually post my fics here anymore, but I really like this one and wanted to post it on tumblr as well. You can read all my fics here though (X).


“Alex! Alex! Alex!” Kara shouted as she rushed into the house and sprinted down the hallway. It had finally appeared and she had to share it with her sister.

Alex’s bedroom door flew open and she was practically run over by her little sister.

“Is everything okay,” she asked panicked.

“Yes! Look!” Kara raised her arm, making sure that Alex could see her wrist clearly. “My mark appeared.” Kara jumped up and down with excitement.

Alex forced a smile onto her face and grabbed Kara’s wrist so she could read it. “It’s okay,” she muttered. “Do you run into them or something and need to apologize?” Alex teased.

“Knowing me, probably.”

“That’s great, Kara. Let me grab my jacket and we can go get ice cream to celebrate.”

Alex doesn’t wait for Kara to reply. She goes into her room and shuts her door behind her.

She wanted to be happy for her younger sister, but she was also bitter. Her mark still hadn’t appeared. It should have by now though. It was supposed to appear during puberty and she was well passed that now. The mark was to be the first words that your soulmate says to you, but Alex didn’t have one. She had told herself that it would show up eventually, that she definitely had a soulmate. That day never came though.


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My Brother Can Beat Up Yours!

(Wordcount: 1.6K; HS AU. On ao3)


“Punch him!”

“This is really stupid,” Dean muttered, staring dubiously at the guy standing opposite him. “Man, I gotta apologize. I have no idea what’s got into him. He’s normally a good kid.“

“Likewise,” the other guy grumbled. “Anna is usually a sweetheart. I’ve never seen her raise a hand in anger.”

“Kill him, Cas!”

“Well, technically, she’s not raising a hand now,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes. “She just wants you to raise yours.“

When he’d come to the playground to pick Sam up after school this afternoon, as he’d done since getting his driver’s license earlier that year, the last thing Dean had expected was to be stepping into the middle of a showdown between his brother, Sam, and a pint-sized girl with a face nearly as red as her ponytail. Whatever argument they’d been having had apparently escalated beyond the point of no return, and although Sam had definitely been raised well enough to know that you don’t throw punches at classmates - particularly not tiny, female classmates - he’d obviously not outgrown the "my brother can beat up your brother” stage of development.

Dean was now facing down his “enemy,” a fellow teenager he’d never seen before, to the screams of a small horde of bloodthirsty ten-year-olds. He shrugged in embarrassment.

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