never had a heart to mend

She [Marlene] is brave, beautiful, loyal, kind and generous. She is never boring and is as lovely looking in the morning in a G.I. shirt, pants and combat boots as she is at night or on the screen. She has an honesty and a comic and tragic sense of life that never let her be truly happy unless she loves… If she had nothing more than her voice she could break your heart with it. But she has that beautiful body and the timeless loveliness of her face. It makes no difference how she breaks your heart if she is there to mend it. 

- Ernest Hemingway

THE SIGNS AS ELECTRA HEART LYRICS

Aries: Think you’re gonna break my heart. Think you’re funny, think you’re smart. Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art. - “Power and Control”

Taurus:  Yeah, I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle. Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title. Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super suicidal. - “Teen Idle”

Gemini:  I guess you could say that my life’s a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress. I’m the image of deception. - “Homewrecker”

Cancer:  Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know, oh. I can’t let you go, can’t let you go, oh. I just want it to be perfect, to believe it’s all been worth the fight. - “Lies”

Leo: Living life like I’m in a play, In the lime light I want to stay. I know I’ve got a big ego. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. - “Primadonna”

Virgo:  I never sang for love. I never had a heart to mend because before the start began, I always saw the end. Yeah, I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me, but nothing’s ever gonna give, I’ll never set you free. - “Starring Role”

Libra:  I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out ‘cause that’s what young love is all about. So pull me closer, and kiss me hard. I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart. - “Bubblegum Bitch”

Scorpio:  Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start, and now I die slow. - “Valley of the Dolls”

Sagittarius:  When you’re around me, I’m radioactive. My blood is burning, radioactive. I’m turning radioactive. My blood is radioactive. My heart is nuclear, love is all that I fear. - “Radioactive”

Capricorn: And now I see, I see it for the first time, there is no crime in being kind. Not everyone is out to screw you over. Maybe, oh just maybe they just wanna get to know you. - “Fear and Loathing”

Aquarius: All my life I’ve felt it deep inside of me. All this time was fighting for what I believe. All my life I’ve tried to hide what history has given me. - “Sex Yeah”

Pisces:  All I really want is to be wonderful. People in this town they, they can be so cruel. I live my life inside a dream, only waking when I sleep. If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all. - “The State of Dreaming”

It’s her, but it’s not her ! 1/2 - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : Bruce and the batkids are thrown into an alternate reality where their wife/mother, “the Batmom”…isn’t theirs, but Superman’s. Needless to say, they can’t wait to get home. 

I can’t help but feel like I could’ve write something better around that idea…might re-write everything at some point, because meh. Hope you’ll still like it :/.

PART 2 !

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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His worst nightmare was unfolding in front of him. 

Or, at least, one of his worst nightmare. 

She was kissing him. And from the look of it, it wasn’t just a chaste little kiss, or a small peck on the lips…No, it was a full on make-out session right there. 

After yet another Justice League problem, Batman and his kids accidentally travelled to another dimension, exchanging their place with the Dark knight and his sidekicks from this World. They were currently in the JLA’s headquarters. Bruce was expecting things to be different, but he never thought about his wife being…Superman’s. 

Or at least, it was his girlfriend, given the fact that he was eating her face since they arrived. They didn’t even notice them entering, accompanied with Diana, Dinah, Arthur and Oliver. Usually, Bruce was the one kissing you passionately and making everyone uncomfortable (he wasn’t much for PDA, but you didn’t give a flying fuck about it, and he could never resist you…). 

Diana cleared her throat…and you and Clark didn’t move at all, still kissing each others. The amazon turned to Bruce and his sons, and, with an apologetic look, said : 

-I’m sorry. They were both on missions for the past month, they hum…missed each other I guess…

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Falling Deeper

Originally posted by 13reasonssource


Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “Hiii LOVE UR BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH IT HURTS❤️❤️, i was wondering if you could write a justin x reader imagine, where the reader and Justin have been friends for a long time and everyone thinks they’re dating but they’re not. Like they would flirt, have inside jokes, feeling for each other(but won’t admit) and one day when Justin asks the reader to crash in her house cuz of Seth they confess their feelings and flufff”

Words: 2.000

A/N: OMG! This my first Justin imagine and I so loved this little nugget too. Thank you for your support and I hope that you like this one too. Thank you so much for your request and, if you want, please don’t hesitate to leave a feedback in my ask box.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/M/N) is Your Mother’s Name, talking of family issues, swearing.


“Am I seeing you tomorrow, Jus?” You confidently asked your best friend as you decided to go directly home after your classes. You were in the hallway, in front of your now-closed locker.

“Of course, pretty.” He winked at you and you let out a loud laugh. He was a great flirt and that was one of the characteristics you loved in Justin.

“Shut up, sweet talker!” You tried to cover the romantic excitement that flowed in your veins and he just hugged you as he knew that you loved it whenever he would compliment you.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you as you nodded for several times to answer. You hugged him back.

“Just get together already!” Your friend Jessica exclaimed as she got through you and Justin along the hallway. She winked and you saw that Sherie agreed with her. They were surely making their way to the gym for the cheerleading practice.

“But they’re already together.” Zach shouted to the girls as he shut his locker and followed them.

“Idiots!” You shouted as you broke the hug between the two of you. “I’m going now, Mr. Foley.”

“Alright, Mrs. Foley.” You both laughed loudly. He started to call you in that way, because you both had to pretend that you were husband and wife the day before. Some maniacs were trying to hit on you and he came up with that idea, it sucked but you loved it.

“You should take care too, okay? Don’t break a bone during your basketball practice.” You reminded him after you left a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Mum!” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your temple. With that kiss, you felt protected and it felt that Justin was with you, even though he’s not walking you home that day.

“Go on or you’ll be late.” You smiled at him as you both went in separated ways.

“Text me as soon as you get home, okay?” He walked in backwards as he wanted to see if you were already walking away.

“Yes, sir!” You huffed as you wanted to stay with him a little longer, but you had projects to finish and coach Patrick never let people to enter the gym during his teams’ practices.

You slowly walked back home and Justin never left your thoughts. He stayed in your mind even when you were doing your homework.

You loved Justin, because who wouldn’t, and he made you happy every time. He could be considered as an asshole by some students, but you knew that he had a kind heart. He could be weak too, mostly when it came to his family, but you always knew how to cheer him up and how to mend his broken heart.

People has always thought that you were together, because you couldn’t be you without Justin and Justin couldn’t be him without you. You completed each other, even though you were just best friends. You flirted and sometimes people mistook your actions, but you never admitted your feelings to him. You were obviously shy to admit it, you thought that it was flustering because you didn’t know if he felt the same towards you, even though his friends said that the feeling was mutual.

“(Y/N)!” Your mum called as dinner was ready and you didn’t notice it as you were so focused on finishing your Communications’ project and thinking of Justin. “Dad’s not home before 10 pm and he told me to not wait for him.”

“I’m coming.” You shouted as you ran downstairs, stopping in front of the front door when you heard the bell ringing. “I’m opening it.”

“Sure!” Your mum shouted from the kitchen as you heard the glasses clinking while she was preparing the table.

“Justin!” You worriedly called his name as you opened your front door. You were happy to see him, of course, but not after seeing his dull gaze. “What happened?”

“Can I,” he started as you saw him angry and down at the same time. “is it all right if I crash here tonight?” He bit his lower lip as he looked at the ground. He was so shy to ask you some favours, although you’ve been best friends for a long time now.

“Of course, Jus!” You sadly smiled at him as you already hinted that something was wrong in his house. You let him enter the house and you closed the door behind you. “Have you already eaten?”

“Uhm,” He felt more relaxed and relieved that he finally found someone who could help him for the night, although you were really his first choice. “not really.”

“Then have dinner with us.” You smiled as him as you pulled his hand and headed to the kitchen.

“Good evening, (Y/M/N)!” Justin politely greeted and your mum flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile. You let his hand go as you took his blue sports bag off his shoulder.

“Good evening, Justin.” Your mother greeted. “Have you had your dinner yet?”

“He didn’t, Mum.” You answered for Justin as you knew that he was feeling a little bit uncomfortable. After all this time, he was still shy around your mother.

“Oh, eat with us!” Your mother panicked as she put an extra plate with a glass and the cutlery.

“Thank you.” Justin warmly smiled as he felt loved. You knew that he didn’t get much attention from his mother like how you did and he had serious problems at home, that was why you always tried to be there for him.

The three of you sat on your places and you shared a warm and delicious food together.

“Mum,” You seriously called her attention as you carefully chewed your food. “can Justin stay for the night?”

“Yes, of course! The guest room is always ready for him.” Your mother smiled sadly as she sensed that Justin had his family problems once again. It wasn’t the first time that Justin was crashing in your place and he has been welcomed by your parents with their arms widely opened.

“Thank you, really.” Justin was overwhelmed for the help that he was receiving and it made you love him even more because he knew how to appreciate the small things.

“Justin, you are always welcome in our family. Don’t hesitate to ask for help, okay?” Your mother reminded and Justin smiled while nodding in response.
After dinner, Justin helped you to clear the table and to wash the dishes.

“Jus,” You called him as you turned the faucet off and wiped your hands to dry them. “do you want to watch the stars?”

“Cheesy night ahead?” He winked at you and his gaze became bright once again. You knew that he felt better, but you still wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t keep his resentments to himself.

“Don’t you like it, Mr. Foley?” You hugged him from behind while he was drying the last plate.

“I do, Mrs. Foley.” He responded and you just let out some cute giggles. After some seconds, he put the last plate on its place and he wiped his hand using the towel.

You and Justin then headed to your house’s roof with two blankets and some chocolate bars. You used to do this when you were little and you would fall asleep on the roof while watching the stars with your parents.

Justin fixed one blanket on the flattened part of the roof and you both lied down on the blanket as you admired the starry sky.

“These stars are so bright.” You commented, being amazed at the protuberances that you were seeing.

“But those stars aren’t as bright as my life with you.” Justin sweetly said as he looked at you and you suddenly felt the heat in your cheeks.

“Aw, Justin!” You were flattered and you wouldn’t deny that. He knew how to make you smile and, in fact, he flashed you his warm smile when he saw you smiling.

“(Y/N), I am so happy to be with you right now.” He looked back at the sky and he sighed as he thought of his situation at home.

“And I am happy to have you here, Justin.” You smiled at him as you saw that he was focused at admiring the dark sky.

“And I thank you for that.” He seriously said, searching for your hand as a tear ran down his face. “Seth’s been stressing me since he came back to my mother. I was already happy that they broke up, but my mother kept on welcoming him home, although she knew that he would hurt me, although he hurts her too.”

“Jus, your mother has just loved somebody that couldn’t appreciate things. He’s an asshole, I know that, but it wasn’t your mother’s fault.” Justin intertwined his fingers with yours as you explained him how the things really were.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t feel that my mother cares about me anymore. I mean, she would stumble to serve that reckless ungrateful man as if she’s a maid.” Justin sighed as he worried of his mother. He cared for his mum and you couldn’t deny how great he was as a son.

“Justin,” you faced him and caressed his cheek with your free hand. “it’s not fair, but your mother is blinded by her love. Unluckily.” You sighed. “I am sure, though, that she cares about you. She’s just afraid to show it, because Seth hates you to death. She’s afraid of the consequences.”

“What a fucked-up situation.” He bit his lower lip as he shook his head, switching his gaze from the sky to your face.

“I know, but I am here for you Justin.” You caught each other’s glances and he smiled at you.

“Honestly?” You put on your questioning look and he looked at your lips and then he looked back at your eyes. “My world got better since you came into my life.”

“Aw, Justin.” You flashed him your flattered and touched smile. “You’re the sweetest.”

“It’s the truth and I would never lie to you.” Justin caressed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair covering your face.

“Why is that?” You put your hand on his and you caressed it with your thumb. Your hand was small compared to his and you were amazed because it was so soft and smooth for a boy.

“Because I’m falling deeper in love with you.” He confessed his feelings and you felt the heat and the burning sensation in your face one more time. “I love you, (Y/N) and I don’t want to lose you.” He was brief, but he knew how to explain his hidden feelings.

“Justin, you are the sweetest person ever.” You bit your lower lip and he flashed you his sweetest smile, that smile that you loved the most in him. “And you would never believe it, but I love you too, for a while too.”

“Really?” His eyes grew wide as the words flushed in his mind.

“Really!” You gave him your confirmation and his smile grew bigger, just as big as yours, teeth confidently showing.

He leant in as he was about to close the gap between the two of you. He was really a gentleman, even though he seemed an asshole. “Can I?”

“Is that even a question to ask?” You winked at him and you leant in a little bit closer as you both laughed loudly.

You both moved forward and you closed the gap between the two of you. The cold breeze of air stung your skins and the stars shone up in the sky while you shared a long and sweet passionate kiss.

You waited for that moment to happen for a more than a century now and you couldn’t believe that it happened as you felt butterflies playing in your stomach.

You surely were happy and, like Justin, you were falling deeper in love with him too.


waking up ( super fricken fluffy )

authors note: i woke up to my cat this morning, but it made me think of how cool it will be someday to actually wake up to the love of my life

You attempted to open your eyes but the sun blinded you. You had been dreaming of some kind of warmth, like the beach or maybe a dessert, you didn’t exactly remember. But whatever it was, it made sense considering you were sleeping right under the sun. It was so bright through the curtains, and you decided to turn over away from it so you could actually see. As you you turned on the opposite side of your body, you saw your favorite person in the whole world, Shawn. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. You wanted to reach out and touch his cheek but you didn’t want to wake him, so instead you kept your hands to yourself and watched him sleep. He would probably wake up soon anyway. It wasn’t early but it wasn’t late either. It didn’t matter either way, because for once, you and Shawn had a free day, where you didn’t have to get up and get dressed to be ready to be somewhere. It was glorious. As glorious as the sun you were now soaking up as you lay in bed waiting for Shawn to wake up. You stretched slowly trying not to make your movement noticeable, until Shawn turned towards you and licked his lips. His eyes were still closed but you could tell he was awake.

His cheeks were a little pink and his hair was a beautiful mess, a mess you ran your hands through as you reached over to him. He smiled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer by using his own hands to wrap yours around his waist. You were now wrapped around him completely as he kissed your head. His eyes were now open and you could feel him looking at you as you ran your fingers up and down his back under his t-shirt. You were both quiet. You almost wanted to break the silence and ask him if he wanted breakfast or something, but you didn’t really want to get up, and you figured he didn’t either since he hasn’t said anything. So instead you just layed there for a little longer inhaling his scent, and taking in everything you held. What you held in your arms right now, was something you never though you’d have. You had someone who cared about you right next to you, actually closer than next to you, they were in your grasp. You had someone who loved you and you loved them. You could feel your heart fluttering as you felt Shawn kiss your head again, and finally speaking up;

“I love you.” He said in his precious raspy morning voice.

You smiled so big, almost laughing.

“I love you more.”

“Mmm, I love you most.” Shawn said and pulled you closer

The Voicemail, Part 3

Title: The Voicemail, Part 3
Author:  @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Pre-Revival
A/N: This is an unbeta’d quickie continuation of a series written with @kateyes224 .  Please read parts 1 and 2 listed below, so that you have an idea of what the hell is going on. 

The Voicemail written by me

The Voicemail, Part 2 written by @kateyes224


With each step she takes, shooting pain jolts through the center of her heels as she finally enters her dark apartment.  There’s a staleness to the silence now, a product of entering single-living territory again, a lifestyle of chosen loneliness she hasn’t experienced for many years.  Each minute of her thirty-six hour shift sits heavily in her lumbar region, aching with ferocity as she shrugs off her coat and slings it over the back of a rarely used dining room chair.

Her phone pings loudly, its alert slicing through the quiet to announce a missed call and a voicemail.  She glances at the notification, fully expecting to see another summoning from the hospital, and she grips the chair as her knees buckle.  

Mulder.

Her cheeks flush pink with brewing embarrassment as she thinks back to a few weeks earlier, snippets of a drunkenly induced voicemail she had left him run muddily through her mind.  She had been drinking that night with the sole intention of getting drunk, an impulsion she hadn’t conceded to since her rebellious teenage years, and played his voicemail thirteen times, having memorized each line around the seventh or eighth. Each time she hit ‘replay’ she was another vodka and splash of cranberry juice deeper, soaking in every venomous word he spoke.

She has no memory of thumbing through her contacts and finding his number, or pressing the ‘call’ button.  She doesn’t remember hearing it ring or being directed to voicemail.  The words that had erroneously poured from her liquored mouth, however, come back in hazy fragments.

 “I wanted to abort my son.  You know why?  Because you were gone.”

 “How do you find a way to be everything and nothing to me at the same time?”

 “I hate that I love you.  I hate myself for loving you.  You’re like a disease.”

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (3)

[A/N: Last chapter for today! If you go to my page you’ll see that I’ve left a little question asking what you’d like to see in the following chapters! (I don’t want to spoil anything but the chapter after this one will have kind of Jughead POV scene or scenes)

I’m really enjoying writing this one but obviously I want you guys to enjoy it too and I want to write the kind of stuff that you want to see! I hope you enjoy this one guys! Also I love it when you guys leave comments, it really makes my day (read that as: I need constant validation to ensure that I am happy). 

Also see if you can find the Fall Out Boy lyrics in this chapter! (Hint: It’s not very subtle)]

Word Count: 1870

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just read Lovestrung by laeur and I wanted to ask if you have any more fics with the same writing style and also with ballet? Not necessarily dancing but just ballet would be good. Thanks :)

AND

Anonymous said:Hi, if its possible, could you update the dancer/singer tag? I don’t even know if it is a tag.. haha. But if it is, can you update it?:)

It looks like that fic has been deleted. Where is everyone going!? So we can’t judge writing style but here’s some ballet fics. (I know it’s not technically an update but enjoy anway second anon) Here’s our dancer!Derek, Dancer!Stiles tags. - Anastasia

Originally posted by thenextfamous

Insured by the Mafia by Lovehatress

(1/1 I 1,251 I Mature I Sterek)

A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.

Who Knew? by RougueShadowWolf

(1/1 I 1,612 I General I Stackson)

Watching Stiles dance was like watching glory in its human form, like seeing the beauty of nature and life that could mend the wretched wounds life carved into ones heart from the first day of a child learns of pain or disappointment. And Jackson who had never believed in higher power swore for the first time that he saw Gods hand in work.

If You Want Me To Stay by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,314 I General I Sterek)

The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.

En Pointe by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 2,991 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek as a ballet dancer? Him in thights! Like some “Step Up” AU? Stiles is dancer too. And so a ballet academy AU was born.

Life imitates art, right? by countrygirlsfun

(1/1 I 3,179 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is practicing.

Surprise, surprise. He’s the lead dancer in the new ballet rendition of The Little Mermaid and they open in just over a week so it’s not unusual that he’s putting in extra hours.

To be honest he needs the hours in the studio alone to finally get away from all the tension between him and Derek and Kate.

I’ll dance with the wolves by artemis69

(1/1 I 3,213 I General I Sterek)

Derek is used to life changing moments. They are his sad, sad specialty.

But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for the vision of Stiles entering the vast dance studio clad only in pale, tight pants and old dance shoes.

Stiles sends them all a look, rolls his eyes, then turns his back to them and starts stretching.

dancing shoes by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 3,967 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.
Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.
He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.

The Chance to Come Through by clio_jlh

(8/8 I 7,569 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.

You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013

(1/1 I 10,324 I Teen I Sterek)

“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.

“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.

“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”

“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”

affettuoso by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 13,066 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I 26,114 I Explicit I Sterek)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

En Pointe With You by Welsh_Woman

(8/8 I 26,608 I Explicit I Sterek)

The day that Stiles Stilinski barrels into Derek Hales life, he figures he’ll just get another brother out of the whole deal.

Growing up with Stiles doesn’t necessarily change that thought.

It’s only after a trip to New York that Derek comes back to realize what had been under his nose the whole time…

He Doesn’t Bite. Much. by Mihiaasaurus

(18/? I 26,181 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Undercover Deputy Hale meets the elusive and shy Stiles Stilinski. Now all Derek has to do is survive this operation, get the omega to notice, and make sure no one else dies of the drugs circulating his hometown.

But will the innocent looking Omega notice the all infamous Bad Boy?
Will the deputy be able to solve the case?
Will more lives be in danger?

Tchaikovsky’s Nightmare by fshep

(1/1 I 30,089 I Mature I Sterek)

After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery.

Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect

Just A Good Time by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/8 I 55,960 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles was used to getting called at, most of them men offering him money for sex. He had even accepted a few times, pinched for cash while having a stone-hearted landlord meant that he didn’t have a lot of options.

Deep down, he knew he could always go home—that despite the fight, his dad would always let him come home, even with James. That was why he hated himself more every time he accepted the cash.

(Or, the one where single parent Stiles strips and prostitutes himself out to feed his kid.)

The Storm Within

Shawn was happy to have a few sunny days in LA to relax. A little break from the hectic tour schedule was good for him, and he might deny it but he had missed her. He denied it, just like he had ignored the fluttering of his heart when she had replied to his message with a simple: I’ll be there.

She was waiting for him and when he called out her name, she turned towards him a big toothy smile spreading across her face. Her eyes crinkling as she pranced towards him. He felt like someone had run him over with a bulldozer. She animatedly talked, bringing him up to date with all the gossip he had missed out on. He listened, enraptured by her voice, as she laughed and smiled and talked about everything and nothing. She spotted a record shop and begged him to go in to see if they had his album. He relented and followed her into the shop a smile curving his own lips. She started searching methodically through all the racks until she found a copy of Illuminate.

She examines the cover and when she looks at him again, her eyes have a mischievous glint in them. Oh no… She asks him questions and pokes at him, commenting on his hair, the guitar, the chair, his soulful expression.

Yes, he was asked to look into the distance.

Of course it’s a real guitar!

Yes, he still has it.

No, he doesn’t think his expression is that of a  “dramatically tortured soul”.

She keeps making fun of him, but he knows she doesn’t mean it. He remembers how she called him in tears when she had first listened to Hold On. He understands she is just trying to make him feel comfortable. After a lengthy discussion about his boots  - Yes he really does wear them in public – they exit the record shop only to get caught in the rain a few minutes later. Y/N shrieks when fat drops of rain start falling on her. He pulls her along as he starts running to his apartment, holding hands and laughing as they get soaked to the bone. Reaching his apartment, he pries the keys out of his wet jeans. He opens the door ushering her inside.          

Panting, laughing, desperatly trying to catch their breath, Shawn closes the door of his apartment. Locking the storm out, turning to Y/N only to hear his breath hitch. Wringing out her hair, her makeup washed away by the torrential rain and her wet shirt clinging to every curve, he had never seen her look more breathtaking.

She is beautiful.

She is off-limits.

She is gorgeous.

She is forbidden.

She is a goddess.

She is untouchable.

She is his.

Only she wasn’t, Shawn desperatly tries to keep himself together. But she was making it so difficult, looking at him with bright eyes full of trust and laughter. A private smile, reserved for her closest, truest friends. Swallowing thickly he looks away from her fearing what he might do should she look at him with her trustful eyes again. She is not his. Shaking his head he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes.

“Shawn…” her melodic voice was a sweet drug wafting towards him, enchanting him, a poison slithering on his skin ruining him for any other woman. Pressing his eyes closed, he asquiesces with a barely managed nod. He jolts when he feels her small hand touch his arm, searing his skin. Still he doesn’t look at her, he can’t look at her.

Anger and disappointment were rearing their ugly heads as she grasps the edge of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Shawn was still refusing to so much as look at her. Look at me. Unbuttoning her pants she peels them from her damp skin and discarding them on the floor. Still, Shawn’s shaking form does not look her way. She feels a sudden rush of courage fueled by anger roar through her. Look at me. She grasps his face in her hands forcing him to look at her. Startled Shawn’s hazel eyes fly open. His eyes skirt her figure. She feels his jaw clench shut even tighter at the sight of her bra clad breasts. Look at me. Determined to show him that he could not simply get away with furtive glances and heated gazes when he thought she wasn’t looking, she brings his face closer to her own. A panicked expression settles upon his features.

“We can’t… Y/N we can’t.” he feebly protests, his gazed fixed on her pink lips.

“Shawn I want to…” she breathes against his lips. “Don’t you?” He feels the confidence seeping out her. He feels her determination leave her. He knows in this moment, if he says no she would never again look at him the same way. She would move on, she wouldn’t look at him with the hint of a promise of more ever again. She would settle for friendship with him. A better man maybe would come along and would treat her the way he wanted to treat her.

A fierce pang of jealousy echoes through his body. She was his. His. Not anyone elses. He let loose a low moan as he brought his lips to his. Finally, finally, finally he is tasting her. Her breath hitches in the most delicious way as he wraps his arms around her waist lifting her up and pressing her against the door. Her arms wrap around his neck, and her legs lock around his waist. Perfect. She fits against him perfectly.

“I do, I do, I do.” He moans into her mouth. Her mouth opens on a silent plea for more. His calloused hand slides across the skin of her smooth back, bringing her body closer to his. Not close enough, Shawn lets out a frustrated groan. Detaching himself from Y/N, he quickly takes his shirt off. Y/N barely has time to let loose a whispered wail of discontent that Shawn is already reclaiming her mouth with a bruising force. She sighs happily into his mouth, but he is not close enough to her. He has to be closer, much closer to her. He moves his lips to the glorious column of her neck. Mouthing kisses against her skin he feels her throat vibrate on a hushed moan as her nails dig into his shoulders.

He breaks. He stumbles through the apartment, towards the bedroom. He needs to be able to lie her down, to bare her completely to him. He needs to see her body, he needs to feel her body. Gently lying her down on the bed he sits up and takes off his wet jeans.

“Take it all off.” She whispers, looking into his eyes.

“You’ve never…? Have you?” He breathes the question. She shakes her head, a blush blossoming on her cheeks and making it’s way down her neck.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks holding his breath, expecting, knowing she will say no as she realises the extent of what is about to happen.

She squares her shoulders, looks him straight in the eye and affirms:

“Yes I want to. I want to with you.” Her answers shatters the last of his decency, as he discards his boxers. He quickly fetches a condom from his bedside table throws it on the bed next to her and crawls up her body.

Fuck…” Shawn kisses her cheek, her mouth, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down her neck. Her breathing coming in fast puffs as he slowly makes his way towards her breasts. He sucks a deep purple bruise between them. A bruise that will remind her of this instant for weeks. A proof for this unbelievable moment. He slips his hand behind her and manages after a few tries to undo her bra, throwing it aside. She is turning her eyes away, shying away from his gaze. Don’t. He hadn’t realized he had said it out loud until she turns her head looking down where his hot breath fanned over her breast. As he licks at her nipple, he watches with delight as she tries to squirm away from his touch only to realise she cannot escape his touch as his arms are on either side of her body. She is at his mercy. He sucks her nipple into his mouth and watches her mouth drop open, a murmured Shawn escaping her lips. He lets his teeth graze the tip of her nipple, the genuine cry of shock she lets out, music to his ears. He can’t quite believe that he is here with the girl he calls his best friend.

Seeking support her hand grasps the nape of his neck. Beautiful, he thinks as he moves lower on her body, continuing his exploration of her body by leaving kisses on her soft stomach. Her hand curls more firmly around his neck, he reaches for it, clasps it in his own and presses it into the mattress at her side. His right hand sinks lower towards the hem of her underwear, panting, he slowly removes the wet garment from her body. And oh so slowly she is revealed to him. So fucking perfect, and his, always his. In a sudden bout of hesitation she tries to close her legs, but no she can’t, he won’t allow her to hide herself. No. He wraps his hand around her round thigh and settles himself between them. His erection nudges the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, he bites his lip a muffled moan of her name slipping through. He looks into her eyes, had she not known him for so many years she would not have detected the hesitation in his gaze. But she confirms her intentions by very slowly letting her hand travel down the planes of his stomach, over his abdomen until finally she reaches his thick cock. She wraps her hands carefully around his shaft. Fuck.This moment, how long had he dreamed about this precise moment. How many times had he woken up, a palm pressed against his crotch and her name on his lips. Too many. He cannot stop his hips from thrusting into her small fist. He drops his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying the feel of her hand against his hot skin. A broken moan leaves his mouth as she flicks the tip with her thumb, his other hand still entwined with hers tightening its grip. His arm trembles with the sheer effort to keep his weight from crushing her smaller frame. He squints his eyes open, looking into her eyes, her pupils blown wide with desire and wonder. He had tried to ignore his feelings, frantically pushed them aside when they bubbled up in his chest at the thought of her, of her smile, of her eyes. And yet she had long ago bewitched him, casting a spell on him. She had never asked for his heart, yet he realised she had always owned it. She bites her soft pink lips, taunting him, tempting him to kiss them. He crushes his mouth against hers in a violently desperate kiss. Swallowing her mewls of pleasure, he revels in her taste. He pulls back, leaving barely an inch between their lips.

“Are you sure?” he breathes against her swollen mouth. He closes his eyes, not being able to bear the thought of a rejection. Her hand squeezes his cock lightly, increasing the torturous pressure. Her lips trail up his jaw before resting against his ear.

“Teach me.” She whispers. Christ. His eyes snap open, dazed he looks at her for a moment. She trusts him, she feels comfortable and safe with him. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, he reconnects their mouth in a tender yet sloppy and uncontrolled kiss. His hand leaves her thigh to blindly search for the condom, as he frenzily grinds into her crotch. He barely manages to put the condom on correctly as he looks at her flushed body crying for more. She murmurs incoherrent pleas of please, Shawn, oh god Shawn please. He positions himself at her entrance. Her breath hitches, he stops breathing. Slowly, gently, lovingly he presses into her. Her free hand grips at the sheets as he finally finally bottoms out. She heaves out a strained breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispers, his breathing ragged from the effort it requires him to stay still as she gets used to the feel of having him inside her. She shakes her head, looks up at him and utters a barely audible “It feels weird.” She clenches and unclenches her muscles familiarising herself with the feeling of fullness. Shawn barely manages to stop the involuntary thrust his hip gives. He lets his head fall into the crook of her neck. Too much.

“Y/N you will be the death of me.” He says in a pained tone. He waits patiently, anxiously for her to adjust to his size. He kisses her neck, mouthing at the sensitive skin, desperately trying to distract himself from the delicious torture of her fluttering walls, stretched around his pulsing cock.

“Shawn… please move.” She begs him quietly. He pulls out a few inches before slowly pressing back into her welcoming body. Her leg wraps itself around his middle, the heel of her dainty foot pressing into his tailbone urging him to do more… He barely pulls out now, just grinds into her body, his pubic bone rubbing against her clit in slow torturing motions. Her softly moaned Shawn penetrates his body, settling like a warm blanket over his heart. Her hips try to rise, seeking more friction, his hand grabs her waist and pins it to the mattress. His. He grinds into her more forcefully, her walls clench down, holding his shaft in an iron grip. A gasped oh leaves her bruised lips. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. Her free hand flies to his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. His own broken moan leaves his mouth, mingling itself with the wet sound of his cock pressing deep into her. He whispers her name over and over again as he grinds into her. He feels her walls clenching violently as he presses his forehead against hers.

“You’re close.” He breathes.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

He thrusts into her. She shatters. Her unrestrained moans ring in his ears as he presses into her. Her head twist to the side, her eyes squeezing shut. He lets go of her hip to grasp her chin making her look at him again. Guiding her through her orgasm, he feels the tight pressure in his abdomen become almost unbearable.  As she clamps down on his cock riding out the final wave of her orgasm, he comes. Her name a sinful prayer on his lips, he spasms in her body.

Her hand releases his shoulder, five crescent moons imprinted into his flesh. He gently pulls out of her, untangles her leg from around his waist and slips out of the bed to get rid of the condom. He quickly crawls back in, instinctively reaching for her and pulling her closer to him. She cuddles into his chest as he draws shapes onto the skin of her back. Her small palm rests against his chest, he breathes in her smell and presses a kiss to her head.

His.

become the sun.

drabble: lightning era

word count: 933

the sundown series. night three.

there were many things harry wanted to leave behind, after the war. there were so many times when his heart would just plummet at the sight of an object, robbed of its use.

there were too many things that would cause of rush of tears with just a second look.

because the war took its toll on the wizards and witches, and most fled away without batting an eyelash.

but the ones who stayed didn’t really stay because too many things had changed and home wasn’t really home anymore.

a look at ron would remind harry of the countless times his best friend had risked his life for him, back to the days of being eleven again— and the feeling of being eleven never really left harry. the undeniable emotion of loneliness crept in and somehow harry felt like he had lost everything even when he knew he had nothing in the first place. and some days ron would offer a sandwich or a cup of tea to his best friend while in their months of being twenty, and all of a sudden there’s this pain in ron’s chest because everything was all the same when too much had been stolen from him.

a look at hermione would remind ron of how everyone had fought through their battles and found a shed of light along the way, just enough to reach the end of their journey. he wondered what guided fred into that light— what had held fred with that much love; enough for him to get away? but hermione was there to comfort him, to slowly mend the broken pieces of his heart with just the touch of her fingers. the times when hermione laced her hands into ron’s felt like being seventeen again; the butterflies in her stomach that had never left. and she, too felt like everything was all the same when too much had been stolen from her.

a look at harry would remind hermione of how some warriors fought in battles they never wanted; the battles what were etched upon their skin and engraved in their bones. how everything happened for a reason, and how a butterfly from long ago could cause a hurricane, a hurricane strong enough to drown out even the brightest of stars. and one day hermione passed by draco malfoy, and even she wondered if the gods above liked to play cruel games with the mortals below. but draco held his head up high, his stride fast and paced; this burning sensation constantly gnawing away at his arms, the eagerness to run far, far away from here. he decided when the glares were too harsh and the whispers were too loud that everything was all the same when too much had been stolen from him.

a look at neville would remind draco of how good things come to those who believed, believed in the people they loved and believed in the good causes they fought for. a look at neville would create this underlying feeling of envy and cold-blooded emptiness because draco too, could have had that but he had no way out. but he did. he took the coward’s way out. he accepted his fate, when neville fought and fought and finally he received what he deserved. and on any other day when draco passed by any other young man with unruly, windswept jet-black hair, he felt his heart leap out of his throat, because he wished he could turn-back time and go back. go back to where it all started, and change everything. because he knew, he too deserved redemption.

a look at draco would remind luna of how the moon rises, just to reflect the sun’s light. luna relived the past, over and over, wishing eternally that she could have done something more; more to help out her friends she knew were hurting so much on the inside. the times when her eyes would glaze over the thestrals, her eyes darkening when she sees the other students flinch for the first time because she too, understood. but finally she realized that somethings were meant to be, that the gods were telling them something when draco apologized, when hermione forgave, when ron stepped up, when neville held out his hand, when harry had this unforgettable look in his eyes as the sun fell below the horizon, his hands reaching out towards the light, finally free of whatever held him back.

a look at luna would remind neville to continue being fascinated in the wonders of the world, the ways of the people and the emotions of the unwanted. how everyone could get better and become even stronger through hardships and a lending hand from another friend. because like luna said, the gods were telling the mortals something. that whatever happened throughout their journey carved another road to their destination, uncovering another brilliance they would have never discovered otherwise. and neville wanted to thank the gods, he wanted everyone to realize that everything happened for a reason because it was meant to be.

what was meant to be is what created you, meaning that the stardust in your veins shined a radiance unbeknownst to your own because you were chasing sun; soaring in vibrancy, constantly. and the sun was just a giant star, and soon you will be too, with the rest of the world chasing you forward.

and neville wished that everyone knew that.

because he too, knew that even though everything was almost stolen from him, the ones who stayed behind were the ones who mattered the most. and right now, he was just a star, glowing faintly. but one day, one day he believed that he will grow powerful and become incandescent, enough to become the sun of all of the stars and be chased.

Move On (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

@arianaelffairy : could you do an imagine where reader is newts wife and they come back to new york and tina gets jelly legs (jealous). Maybe a bit of smut or full out smut.

Word Count: 877

A/N: I’m sorry to say that I do not write smut, however, I still wrote the story with a little (or quite large) twist! I didn’t mean for things to get so sad and emotional but I guess it just happened? Arg, I’m sorry for changing it so much and I’m sorry if it’s bad. Oh well, thanks for reading anyways!

*****

“She’ll be thrilled! Queenie too, I’m sure. It has been a while since we’ve seen them last but they’ll definitely be happy for us?”

You raise an eyebrow at your husband skeptically, and he sighs. You nervously fidget your wedding ring, a habit you had obtained after your marriage to Newt. It felt comforting and was definitely better than biting your fingernails.

“That last part sounded like a question. Are you sure Tina won’t freak out? We both know how much she likes you…”

He shrugs, “It’s not my fault I fell in love with you. She’ll understand, you know how much she cares about you, about all of us.”

You smile, still feeling nervous about seeing your friends again. It has been over three months since you’ve last seen the Goldstein sisters and you were excited, though nervous to see how they’d react. You loved them and you knew they loved you too, but you didn’t want to create any unnecessary conflict or drama…

“Should be quite alright.” he continues, grabbing your hand. “Besides, she’s a strong one. A little surprise won’t kill her.”

*****

“WHAT? YOU MARRIED HIM? HOW COULD YOU?” Tina screams, smacking you across the face, leaving a scorching red mark.

Okay, so that isn’t exactly what happened but you wished that Tina had slapped you instead of doing what she actually did. It would have broken your heart less.

Instead, her eyes widened, shining sadly as she stood beside you, silently taking everything in. She was definitely the opposite of thrilled. Queenie noticed this, and took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You could’ve sworn your heart had just shattered into pieces.

“Dinner will be ready shortly!” Queenie says brightly, attempting to light up the mood.
Tina nods and walks out of the kitchen and to her room. You could see her shaking slightly, her eyes glazed. You flinch when you hear the door slam quickly. You look over at Newt to see whether he felt as uncomfortable as you did. Looking concerned, he starts to follow Tina to her room but you quickly extend your arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“I’ve got this,” you whisper into his ear and he sighs. “We don’t want to make this worse.”

Taking a deep breath, you walk to her room and knock gently on her door. She creaks it open and you see only her eyes, red and puffy. You would have taken the slap across the face instead of this without hesitation, it would be better than seeing your best friend so…unhappy. She opens the door wide enough for you to slip in.

You gently take her hand and sit her down on her bed. She slumps, looking down at the decorative bed spread and you sigh, plopping down next to her.
You can tell that she’s holding it in for your sake but she shivers, and you lean closer to her for support.

“(Y/N), I’m s-sorry,” she murmurs, tears streaking across her pale face. “I’m overreacting, I should be celebrating with you! But here I am, crying over a guy who I never had a chance with…”

She trails off, and your heart breaks again, if even possible.

“Shhh, Tina. I’m so sorry! I wouldn’t have married him if I knew what it’d do to you! I’m such a bad friend I’m so-”

She cuts you off, the smallest traces of a smile lingering on her face. She shakes her head.

“No, he makes you happy and that’s all that matters to me.”

“But-”

“(Y/N), I will be able to move on. I love you and I am truly content that you and Newt have found each other. Don’t worry about me. My heart will mend, eventually…”
She becomes silent once more and you hug her, pulling her close and the two of you stay like that, not daring to move a muscle.

*****

“Do you love her?” Tina barely whispers to Newt, as both of them watched you and Queenie play with the Mooncalves.

Newt blinks, more worried than surprised. But he answers without hesitation.

“Yes. More than anything. She completes me and I hope that I mean as much to her as she does to me.”

Tina nods, “She does.”

She walks silently away on the balls of her toes but Newt reaches out to stop her.

“Listen, Tina. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you, but please don’t blame (Y/N). Blame me. I’m terribly sorry and if there’s anything I can do…”

She blinks back tears again, however this time she didn’t think they were tears of sadness. Just tears of understanding and something else…an unidentifiable emotion. Perhaps happiness or relief.

“I don’t blame either of you.” she murmurs, a small, but very real smile spreading across her face.

“I promise that there is someone out there for you, and I vow that I will help you find that someone.”

She nods appreciatively and heads towards the exit of his case.

“I’ll move on,” she calls, not turning back to face him. “I always do.”

Queenie smiles, closing her eyes in bliss. A strong and powerful girl, she was. And she was proud to be able to call Tina her sister.

Not Over You pt. 5

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: language, alcohol

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A/N: another absolutely heartbreaking part. why do i do this. more to come!

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Originally posted by mostlycap

You woke up from the night feeling more tired than ever. There was a dull aching in your head from the whiskey you’d consumed earlier. But other than that, it had felt like it had been a dream.  Much to your surprise Steve stayed after the unexpected, and frankly unplanned, kiss. There was conversation. But not as much as there had been hugging and apologizing, on both ends. There had been kissing and the clashing of hips and moaning and heavy breathing. It felt like your heart had mended overnight, something you never thought was possible.

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A/N: There’s some mention to one of my ask fics (the star gazing & pillow fort one with motorcycle Betty) that may confuse you a little if you didn’t read it

“This is so cliché, I love it.” Veronica’s laugh bubbles out of her mouth as she reaches out to tangle her fingers with her girlfriend’s.

“I figured you would enjoy a classic go karts and mini golfing date.” Betty smiles at Ronnie, “I liked the idea of taking it a little old school for our five year anniversary.” Veronica tugs impatiently on her hand, pulling her towards the entrance.

“You make us sound old when you say it like that, B.” Betty just shrugs as she follows behind her girlfriend, admiring her curves and the perfect swell of her ass. When she finally tears her eyes away from the view, she catches sight of Veronica’s pleased smirk and rolls her eyes playfully, a soft pink tint coating her cheeks.

“We’re only twenty-three Ronnie. There’s plenty of years ahead of us to look forward to.”

“Well,” Veronica turns around, walking backwards as she draws out the word, “What I’m looking forward to right now is beating your ass in go karts and mini golf.” She winks at her before turning back around and tugging Betty up to walk alongside her.

When they reach the kiosk, Veronica starts to dig through her purse before her girlfriend stops her, handing the man the necessary amount of money for karting and mini putt. Ronnie pouts as they walk towards the race track.

“I wanted to pay.” Betty just shakes her head, a fond smile playing on her lips.

“Trust me, you don’t need to pay for anything with the amount of…gifts you gave me. The one I woke up to, the one in the shower, before and after breakfast. Not to mention the amazing antique typewriter you got me.” Veronica’s pout turns into a smug smile as they stand in line.

“I’m surprised you’re even walking straight.” The blush that spreads across Betty’s cheeks earns her a beautiful laugh.

“If we’re being honest..it’s taking everything in me to walk normal.” Veronica laughs again, the sound sending Betty’s heart fumbling.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.” She whines, her bottom lip jutting out.

“Awwww, I’m sorry baby.” Ronnie coos, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ll kiss it better when we’re somewhere more private.” Betty’s face somehow flushes a darker shade of pink as she listens to her girlfriend’s giggles and watches her get into one of the many awaiting karts before she shakes herself out of her stupor. Reaching into her front right pocket, she sighs in relief when her fingers brush velvet. Her heart races, yet she feels serene as she follows Veronica.

*

“I can’t believe I lost. I literally work with cars.” Betty groans, following a grinning Veronica.

“Well believe it babe and get ready to lose at mini golf too.” Betty just smiles and wraps her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Care to place a wager, gorgeous?” Ronnie side eyes her, head tilting in curiosity.

“What are the stakes?”

“Winner gets a lap dance and loser has to clean up Cate’s potty accidents for a week.” She pauses as she lets out a little laugh “I can’t believe you convinced me to name our dog Cate Blanchett.” Veronica’s arm snakes around her waist, snuggling into her side as they walk towards the kiosk.

“I mean, you get to name our next dog Nancy Drew so I’d say it’s even. And you’re so on. I hope you have a song in mind, ‘cause I want that dance as soon as we get to the apartments.” Betty shakes her head, grabbing their clubs and balls.

“You’re overconfidence will be your down fall, beautiful.” Veronica just laughs, accepting the club and ball handed to her.

*

“Don’t stand there and laugh at me!” Veronica whines. They’re on the fifth hole and Betty has discovered, to her amazement, that Ronnie has no idea how to play.

“I’m so sorry,” she trails off into a few more quieter laughs, “you were just so confident that you’d beat me and-” a snort escapes her mouth, “and you don’t even know how to swing the club.” Her girlfriend just huffs, pouting for the second time that night.

“Okay, okay, c'mere. I’ll teach you.”

Slowly, Veronica makes her way towards Betty and comes to a stop in front of her.

“You don’t need to be so stiff.” She whispers, pressing herself against Ronnie’s back and resting her hands on her hips. She gives them a light squeeze, smiling at the hitch in Veronica’s breath.

“Bend your knees slightly….Good. Now,” Betty moves her hands to rest on top of her girlfriend’s, moving them into the correct positions on the putter.

“This is where your hands should be.” Veronica nods, trying hard to focus on the mini lessons, but finding it difficult with the warmth of Betty against her.

“You don’t need to swing so hard. Just like this.” She swings their arms gently, watching as the ball rolls through the miniature windmill and into the hole on the other side.

“Okay?” She nods again, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Betty finally pulls back.

They move onto the next hole and Veronica tries once before asking Betty to show her again.

(Betty wins, but Veronica doesn’t mind giving her favorite girl a lap dance. Especially when she knows it’ll end in her favor.)

(She might’ve minded cleaning up after the puppy if she wasn’t so cute.)

*

They walk hand in hand towards Betty’s car, her free hand brushing her pocket to make sure the slight bulge is still there.

“This was fun.” Veronica watches as her girlfriend nods in agreement.

“Do you have any song requests for me when we get home?” Betty opens the passenger side door to the jeep for her before wandering around the front to get into the driver’s seat.

“Uhm actually…we have one more place to go.” The car starts and she pulls out. Glancing over towards the girl in the seat next to her, she notices Veronica already looking at her and her gaze darts back to the road as Ronnie continue to study her curiously.

“You seem nervous…Where are we going? What are we doing?” There’s a sudden gasp and Betty’s eyes flicker towards her in panic before Veronica continues.

“Has this all been a ploy to gain my trust just so you could take me out into the woods and murder me?” It all comes out in a rushed breath and the absurdity of the statement startles a laugh out of Betty.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

*

They drive into a familiar abandon parking lot and Veronica’s eyes widen in concern.

“Lovers Look Out?”

The car shuts off and Betty turns in her seat to ease her girlfriend’s qualms, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip Ronnie’s own.

“I know you probably don’t associate this place with good memories, but I was hoping to change that while we’re in town.”

She just nods at Betty’s words, trying to stop herself from thinking back to that part of their past.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She looks up at the soft tone in Betty’s voice.

“I promise I won’t leave this time. I’m never leaving you, okay?” A nod and Betty is leaning across the center console to pull Veronica into a gently kiss. Foreheads pressed together as lips barely brush.

*

They’ve been laying quietly in the field for a few minutes, in a blanket fort eerily similar to the last one, before either one of them breaks the silence.

“You see that there?” Betty asks quietly, finger tracing the constellation as Veronica snuggles deeper into her side and nods.

“That’s Adromeda. She was an Ethiopian princess, daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Her mother, Cassiopeia, loved to brag about how beautiful she was and had dared to say she was even more beautiful than the queen of the gods, Juno-”

She listens, enraptured as her girlfriend points to the many different pictures the stars make up, telling the stories in a way that leaves her in a trance. Eventually, they drift away from actual constellations and to made up stories and fairytales.

“That one reminds me of our fur baby back home.” Veronica murmurs, still pressed into her girlfriend’s side. Betty huffs out a laugh, looking at the bundle of stars Ronnie is pointing out. They settle down into another comfortable bout of silence before Betty is sitting up, pointing to a specific star in the sky. It’s much brighter than all the other ones and it’s intense blue hue has Veronica wondering how she hadn’t noticed before.

“That star right there, that’s your star.” She looks over to the girl sat next to her. Noticing how she’s practically shaking. Shaking with what? She doesn’t know.

“What do you mean that’s my star?”

She digs into her back pocket and grabs her wallet, pulling out a folded up sheet of laminated paper. Betty hands it to Veronica, watching nervously as she opens it.

“You did not name a star after me, Betty. That’s so gay.” Ronnie teases fondly before noticing what the name of the star is.

“Why’d you name it ‘Veronica Cooper-Lodge’?” She questions, her eyes drawing away from the paper in her hands to the kneeling girl in front of her. She notices the small black box gripped tightly in Betty’s hand and her lips part in a silent gasp as she realizes what’s happening.

“Veronica, when you first swept into Pop’s wearing that ridiculously attractive, stupid cape, I had knew then and there that you would utterly ruin me.” She pauses as she takes in a shaky breath, eyes never tearing away from her girlfriend’s gaze. “And when you kissed me at tryouts, I realized how..screwed I was. Because somehow you had wormed your way into my heart and broke it, all within a week of me knowing you. And yet, you were also the one to mend it and I’ve never met anyone who had, has, so much power over my heart.” They’re both crying and it takes everything in her to stay put and finally get the words that have been crowding her brain since they met, and not to reach out and hold Veronica.

“I’ve never found someone who just…gets me like you do. We’re soulmates, we fit together in all the right ways, similar and somehow different enough to compliment each other. Fate threw us together for a reason and who am I to deny destiny?” Betty pauses to shakily open the box, the ring glinting in the moonlight. Their eyes don’t stray from each other.

“Veronica Lodge, will you go full dark, no stars and marry me?” ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ AHSJDNEKSIJE MY HEART MY LORD FUKDKE. THANK YOU

There will come a day where you will thank the ones who broke you heart, crushed your soul and turned every sun into a dark night.

You will thank them when your heart is mended by the Hand of Allah himself.. because the sweetness of being so close to Him is a feeling we would sacrifice anything to experience.

You will thank them when you pick up the broken pieces of your soul & try to put it back together that you realise assembling them in a very different way then it was before is so much more beautiful; had you not been forced to reassemble it you would never had made that transformation.

You will thank them when the stars peak through the dark sky that surrounds you - the glimmering sky shining over you with love and mercy. Something so tremendous only possible so deep into the night.

It takes time, it takes patience and it takes trust to experience the beauty of the pain. But it is without a doubt there. Behind every problem, there is a treasure. If you’re currently experiencing a hurtful time in your life, be patient and wait. It feels long and draining, but as soon as the ease washes in you’ll forget even the worst of times. Allah willing.

—  Allahaljalil.tumblr.com
“I’ll be good for you.” // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Prompt: Hi can you do an imagine where the reader is Justin’s little sister and has a crush on Zach bc they’re close but can feel that he likes her back but when she tells him, he takes it a different way and tells his friends and they begin to make fun of her for it and so does Zach but doesn’t realize he likes her until he saves her from a bad situation? (You can change anything) Thanks!


I was sitting in the living room of the shared apartment between Justin and me. After we couldn’t take anymore from our mom, we decided to get emancipated and live on our own. Even though my older brother worked two jobs and I worked one, I have to say it was the best decision we ever made. I heard the keys jingling outside the door, signaling Justin’s arrival. He opened it and revealed an exhausted teenage boy.

“Hey little sis.”

“Hey Justin.” He came over and ruffled my hair.

Justin and I were really close because of the times our mom would become a lunatic and all we had was each other. He was protective over me, thinking I deserved the best and only the best. I dragged myself out of my thoughts and continued to change the channels on the tv.

He placed his backpack down in his room and came back out, joining me on the couch. “A few of my friends are coming over to hang out. Is that fine?”

I didn’t take my eyes off the screen. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

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“I despise you,” she said
“I hope that one day you get that same feeling in your stomach that I got whenever I looked at you. And I hope you fall in love with whoever it is you fall in love with and I hope she breaks your heart. And I hope that you someday maybe begin to understand the heartache that YOU put me through. Now you just make me sick.” She spit out while walking out the door.
He knew exactly what she was talking about. He had broken her heart too many times before to even begin to mend it ever again.
She knew she wouldn’t regret walking out that damn door. He had never loved her, only ever showed he ‘loved’ her when he wanted something. And even then he didn’t show it very well.
—  Excerpt of a story I’ll never write #1 ( @biancas-books )
Soooo..... SQ remained subtext

Oh well. Such wasted potential cuz SwanQueen could’ve been an epic fairytale… I’m disappointed I guess? But here’s a bit of silver line for you my dear Swen. Did we really want SQ to be canon considering how A&E wrote canon ships like CaptainSw@n, 0utlwQueen, Sw@nfire, Rumbelle, etc? I’d much rather have SQ as platonic co-parents than the soap opera cliche that CS is anyway.

In some ways, I’m glad SQ is left non-canon and therefore untainted cuz I couldn’t bear my OTP turning into anything resembling CS. Seriously, all Hook ever did was lie and lie and lie and all Emma ever did was play “doormat girlfriend” and make excuses for him. Fight, separate, make up, fight, separate, make up - that was their story. Season 5 onwards, their relationship turned abusive and had a very disturbing pattern of kissing to cover up the betrayal and deception. Hook called Emma an “orphan" and made her cry, invited all the Dark Ones to terrorize her family and allowed one of them to choke her. No matter how pissed you are, YOU DO NOT DO THAT to the people you love! No exaggeration but CS is least epic lovestory that I’ve EVER seen in my entire life! So lucky is my OTP to escape that terrible fate lol. A&E certainly know how to write epic friendships like SwanQueen and SnowQueen but they fail at romances (except with Snowing I guess). Anyway, for me personally, my expectations for romantic SQ were so high that the reality would have never lived upto the fantasy anyway. So, things are better this way. :D

It’s ok Swen we’ll get through this! Thanks to our super talented fandom, we have fanfiction, fanart and manips to mend our bleeding hearts. :) The ending may not have been what we had hoped for but still I’m quite pleased that SQ are a family with Henry forever.

As for Regina not ending up with a romantic partner (yet) I’m cool with that cuz Regina once said: “My happy ending is finally feeling at peace in the world.” Acceptance and self-love without some dude kissing your feet is a powerful message to send out.

Was SwanQueen ever in the cards? Maybe if we had 10 seasons and had Jen stuck on, who knows. Were we ship-baited? Yes. Why? Cuz the writers wanted to entice us and perhaps they thought adding lesbian subtext created depth to the show a la Xena/Gabrielle. Ship-baiting is an unfortunate thing that happens even for straight couples. I mean, have you seen Bamon on TVD? They were a hetero ship that had 8 seasons of development, looks, blatant jealousy moments, parallels, etc but Delena were the golden couple so the show went with that in the end. Do you know about Ichiruki from the manga Bleach? They too had 10+ years of development, looks, symbolism, colorspreads, poems and even a freakin MOVIE… but in the very last chapter, the author chose to pair up Ichigo with the girl who had a crush on him. So, I’ve learned the hard way that in fiction, 9 out of 10 times canon prevails over subtext. Knowing that all SQ subtext we saw didn’t amount to anything is a hard pill to swallow but oh well life goes on.

Why I am not more furious? I was but I’m over it now. A&E still created SQ (“unintentionally” of course) and Regina Mills, queen of our hearts. They brought me to you awesome Swen so I can’t bring myself to be completely mad at them.

Also, the truth is that we DON’T NEED some fictional ship to validate our existence. The antis/trolls turned our fandom experience into a nightmare but to me this was NEVER a competition or about “winning” some stupid shipping war. The antis had canon all along but it STILL wasn’t enough cuz they would constantly invade our tags and fanworks out of insecurity. It means their canon doesn’t satisfy them and I pity them lol.

All things considered, the show still ended (even though technically it still isn’t the end) the way it started -> Henry and his two moms. Ever since Emma saved Regina from the fire in season 1, I always knew SwanQueen were meant to have a “unique and special” bond… and now 6 seasons later, they do. 

In conclusion, Swan Queen dropping off their son to school is the most beautiful and purest endgame that I could ask for!

The Ghost of Juice Ortiz - Shades Alvarez |1|

“Just one moment.”
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For the first time in a long time you felt lost. Everything you’d known before was taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Juan Carlos Ortiz was your Ol'man. You’d been together for nearly three years and then suddenly he was just ripped from you in the blink of an eye.

You sat in your small bedroom. Your grandmother had welcomed you with open arms as you went to live with her. She had missed you and knew your reasoning for coming to live with her.

Jax Teller had told you the day Juice disappeared that Juice had betrayed the club and Mayhem would be in store for him if he ever returned.

You had hoped that Juice would have at least been smart enough to have ran, to stay away from the club. But the club was the last family he had left apart from you.

You remember that moment Jax had called you up telling you that Juice had returned and went crazy ending up in prison and then Juice had been killed.

You had never cried so much in such a long time that moment. It was then you decided you couldn’t stay in Charming any longer. You couldn’t stay around thr club. The pain of what use to be was too great on your mind and you needed family.

That’s when you decided it was time to move across the sates and go to live with your grandmother in New York.

The first year was extremely hard without Juice. You just couldn’t help but feel so alone and lost. The pain and aching in your heart from the loss.

It was unbearable.

But it finally started to become easier. You started to think less about it. You found your way through life again without Juice there by your side.

Then one day on your walk to a friend of your grandmother’s did you become startled and your heart ached once more.

“Hey – Pop….”

You said walking into the old little barber shop and noticed that he wasn’t alone. Two sharp dressed men sat side by side in two different barber chairs.

The first man didnt even bat an eyelash when you walked in he was the man receiving a haircut but the second man – the second man looked right at you from behind a dark pair of shades.

Luke stood there looking at you oddly.

“Afternoon, Y/N.”

He said with an unsure tone. You felt clammy as your eyes refused to leave the man wearing the shades. He sat there looking right back at you from what you could tell by the direction of his head that was facing you.

“Y/N? You alright honey?”

Pop’s asked. This time you snapped out of it and looked at the friend of your grandmother.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

You said clearing your throat.

“Grandma wanted me to drop these off to you guys.”

You said holding up the small package of baked goods. Pop smiled and nodded his head as he motioned toward the backroom.

“That woman spoils us. Take em on back, I’ll be done in a minute.”

He told you. You nodded and walked over beside Luke and kept your gaze forward as you walked past the man who had gained your attention since you entered. Luke gave you another odd look as he realized you must have known the man wearing the shades as well and he was curious to find out just what it was you knew.

“Spill it.”

Luke said once the two of you were in the back room. You felt your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach.

“What?”

You asked, feeling shaken from what just haopened.

“That man in there. You know him.”

Luke said with his arms crossed over his chest. You shook your head quickly as you sat the package down on the small table that was in the backroom.

“No I… I don’t.”

You said, the pain in your voice clear. Luke gave you a look that meant he wasn’t convinced at all. You turned to face him and sighed deeply.

“He – he looks like someone that I use to know back in California… but the guy is dead. Died a little over a year ago.”

You explained feeling as if your heart never fully mended after all.

Lake’s arms dropped to the side as he seemed to understand now. He knew the pain of loss better than anyone else. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I thought you knew him.”

He explained himself. Had you actually known the man it would have been more trouble and complicated for Luke. You knew nothing about his past, and he planned on keeping it that way.

You were young and innocent to the ways of his past. He didn’t want you to see him for what he was then, but who he was now.

“Ghosts of the past are never good.”

He continued looking at you. You lowered your head as you nodded in agreement.

“Mind if I stay back here till they leave?”

You asked, not wanting to go back out there and having to deal with it again. Luke shook his head, he didn’t mind. He considered you a friend since you moved here a year ago. Pop and his friend introduced the two of you and you just seemed to click in a friendship.

“Thanks Luke.”

You said softly. He nodded his and gave a crooked smirk. Knowing that he’d do whatever he could to help you out.

Dear You,

It’s almost been 7 months since I last told you that I loved you, but it’s not been 7 months since I last felt it. I still feel it every day. I still feel you in my bones, igniting the flames I could never light on my own. You rush into my veins like oxygen and I exhale you as much times as my heart pumps out the very being of your existence inside of me. There’s only so much of you that I can take, and it’s to the extent where I forget to bring myself too. I still love you. But I hope you know that I don’t always think about you. I don’t sit around looking at our old photos or reading our old texts. I don’t always dream about us and what could have been; or count stars and pretend that’s still how much you love me. I don’t always remember you. But sometimes, I do. And when I do, man do I miss you. You found me in a maze I lost myself in, building. You lit me though I had no wick. You burnt my bridges and melted my walls. Your presence made up for the absence that was in my heart. You had meant nothing to me but one day, I woke up and suddenly a world without you felt unsafe and unbearable. And I knew then it would never end. I used to think about you all the time. Constantly debating on asking how you were or if you were happy. But why would I ask you something I already know? You were fine, I was not. The simplicity in that is more complex than words could tell. And with you gone, I stumbled back to square one. So now, I know not to ask about you anymore or write sad, sappy poems about what sucked. Instead, all I do now is miss you, and remember all things good. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it doesn’t. Bittersweet. Still, your mark in my heart remains, the words you engraved “I hope we find each other again someday.” And every so often I think about that, and it makes me despondent. Because I wish we didn’t have to find each other later on, I wish we had never lost each other in the first place. But we did, and it sucks. Nonetheless, there you are living your life without me, and here I am trying to live mine without you. I tell myself that life goes on and time will mend the broken souls, but before I left, you had told me, “I just hope I can move on,” and I had assured you that you would. And 7 months later, I was right. There you are with someone new carrying your heart and keeping it intact, and still here I am trying to superglue the broken “I love you’s.” I convinced myself that if I had gone and you had stayed happy, that was that. And even though you did, I have not yet allowed myself to move on. Because I still love you. I don’t think I will ever not love you. And I apologize if you didn’t want to hear this: or if you did and I didn’t tell you sooner. But my love, I could never intrude or invade you of your happiness. So for now, I am sorry I have not let you go, and I’m sorry you do not know. But I will always love you as much as you don’t love me. I will no longer wait for another 7 months, for this is me, now, setting you free to let you be. Thank you for making me happy.


Love,
Me

—  Lois Obrero (@vousliberer) // 7 months