no way he's going into the spring alone

Come Home (Feysand Angst)

A hurtful comment said in the heat of the moment leaves Feyre miserable and alone. Rhys, wounded and angry, departs for a diplomatic mission before Feyre can tell him something important. As the months wear on and Feyre hears nothing but silence from the other end of the bond, her condition deteriorates. Will Rhys return home in time? Or will he be too late?

Word Count: 2664

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“Rhys, please, don’t go,” I plead.

“Feyre darling, it’s only for a couple of months. I just need to sort a few things out with the different courts now that the war is finally over.”

“Then at least take me with you! I’m your High Lady, I–”

“Exactly. You’re my High Lady,” he says, interrupting my pleas. He takes my hands gently in his and looks into my eyes with love. “You’re needed here, to sort out matters in our own Court.”

“You’re just coming up with excuses to keep me here,” I say, ripping my hands out of his. Rage is coursing through my veins like fire. “If you trap me here without you, you’re just like him.” That’s when I know I’ve stepped too far. Rhys takes a step back, in both anger and shock. I can feel the walls between our minds start to build.

“I am nothing like him, and you know it,” he snarls, his wings folding behind his back as if he can protect them from my words. “I told you a long time ago to stop making that comparison. Even if part of the reason I want you to stay here is for your own protection, I am not locking you up. I am not keeping you in this house. You are free to come and go as you wish. Visit the House of Wind. Visit Mor. Visit Amren.” He runs his hands through his hair and begins to pace in front of me. “The other High Lords are still wary of your powers, I don’t want anything happening to you–”

“I can take care of myself! I thought the war would’ve proved at least that,” I protest. My hands are beginning to tremble with nerves, and I clasp them behind my back to hide my distress from Rhys. This argument is bringing back unpleasant memories from my times at the Spring Court…my times with Tamlin. Rationally, I know that Rhys is not Tamlin. He would never be Tamlin. But today is not a rational day. Panic swells in my chest and my heart begins to race.

“I know darling, of course I know you can take care of yourself. But this is the first diplomatic trip since the end of the war, and I just want to feel things out first, there will be plenty of over trips for you to go on.”

“Rhys, please. I don’t care what the other High Lords think of my powers, they must know if they try to hurt me–”

“NO, Feyre.” Rhys stops pacing and growls at me with frustration. I flinch back. My blood is racing through my veins. I can hear my panicked heartbeat in my ears.





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My Uptown Girl *Jughead Jones x Reader*

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Originally posted by chaneloberlinvevo

Summary: Based off the lyrics of Billy Joel’s song Uptown Girl

Pairings Jughead x Reader

You walked around Riverdale High with a certain grace, an almost happy bounce in each of your steps. No one could mistake your smile; it always present, from the beginning of the day to the end, in fact, it got bigger on some days.

You are everything Jughead Jones The Third isn’t. You are happy, wholesome and sweet, caring and good. You came from a well-to-do family, wealthy and snobby, yet you weren’t like your parents. You were nice to everyone you met, you are the popular girl without the hateful stigma behind it. Despite that you weren’t allowed to hang around with any old riff-raff, your parents set standards or guidelines and even managed who your friends were, for obvious reasons Cheryl is your closest friend.

Jughead was no exception of the love everyone had for you; Riverdale’s sweetheart. He fell for you like many other guys, he didn’t want to, but it happened over time. You somehow wormed your way into his heart. He set up this demeanour that he was brooding, unable to receive let alone give love to someone, and from the moment you came back from spring break he knew he was in trouble.

If people knew he even had a crush on you everything he built up would be gone. His ‘tough’ exterior would be gone because of you!

“You’re staring at her again,” Archie’s voice sounded from behind Jughead; the beanie wearing boy jumped, slightly glaring over his shoulder at the red-head. “Why don’t you just go over and ask her out?”

Jughead scoffed and went back to watching you, like a creep, he knew that. “I can’t, you wouldn’t understand!” He pushed off the wall of lockers, turning to look at Archie who was searching through his own.

“What’s to understand?” Jughead rolled his eyes, “Seriously, I don’t get it.”

“We’re two different people, Archie.” Archie rolled his dark eyes, “She’s from the uptown, where the rich live and I’m… well, let’s just say my family isn’t exactly respected. Y/N, she’s-”

“-Nice?” Archie cut off. “She isn’t interested in anyone’s home or family line, you know that. In fact, if anyone is able to entice her it’s you,” his friend smiled and patted his shoulder.

Jug sighed, “She’s never had a boyfriend, let alone a guy like me ask her out. She’s living in this clean bubble, she shouldn’t get involved with someone like me.” Jughead shrugged, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets as Archie shuts his locker.

“You’re so dramatic,” Archie exhaled, “if she doesn’t know you like her, then she doesn’t have the choice of dating someone like you. Who by the way, is a decent guy and intelligent, with a twisted sense of humour but is a loyal friend.”

Before Jughead can sarcastically wit his friend, the rest of the scooby gang shows up. “Whoever is writing Archie’s speeches; I need their number.” Veronica grinned, standing between the two boys with Kevin at her left and Betty to her right. “What locker conversations are you two having?”

Jughead gives a look to Archie, who completely misses it. “Talking about Jug’s crush,” that makes Veronica’s eyes go wide and look at the glaring teen. “Yeah, on Y/N, I told him to go over and talk to her but apparently Jug here is living on social platforms now.” Archie shrugged at his best friend’s glare.

“Juggie, you are so in Y/N league.” Betty comforts to which Jughead scoffs at his friend, who gives him a challenging look.

“Actually,” Kevin pipes up, “I heard Y/N is growing tired of her high-class toys and all the attention from the uptown boys.” He shrugs as Jug frowns, “What I’m saying is, maybe, you’ve got a slim chance if she’s willing to make a choice for a guy of such… standards as yourself.” Jug gives a mock smile to Keller who doesn’t seem fazed.

Veronica smiles, “See, you have a chance. Betty was right, Kevin has the inside scoop and Archiekins gave you the pep talk,” Jughead raised his eyebrows. “And I’m threatening you, if you don’t go over there and talk to her, I’ll personally cut up that precious beanie of yours!” Jug sighed and nodded, making the raven-haired girl clap as he trudges over to you.

He glares over his shoulder as he friends all huddled together, watching from afar. As he walks over to you, he watches as you bring out various different school books from your locker, tucking a lock of you (Y/H/C) behind your ear, smiling as Jug stops a little short of you. It’s silent for a moment as Jughead thinks of what to say, only you beat him to it.

“Jones, what do I owe the pleasure?” You grin, moving the three textbooks to be cradled in your left arm as you shut your locker, your white cardigan delicately hanging off your shoulders. “I heard your writing for the Blue and Gold with Cooper, am I being interviewed because I campaigned for more vegetarian options?” He chuckled at that, shaking his head.

“Actually, no, not about your recent campaign.” You chuckled and nodded, “I just…” He stopped and studied you for a moment, he really liked you, truly he did. But he couldn’t compare to the guys wanting you also, the guys who could offer to give you the nice things you’re wearing. He didn’t care if he embarrassed himself with the potential rejection, he couldn’t live with himself if the entire school, town, mocked you for having him as your boyfriend. “Wondered… did we get any Science homework?”

You let out a little sigh, a small frown coming upon your face that he watched quickly get concealed by another bright smile. “Yeah, we got Chem, want me to give you notes?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine… I’ll ask Betty,” you nodded and watched him waiting for something else to be said but it wasn’t. He just nodded and stalked down the hallway, head bowed and shoulders tensed as he turned a corner, you frowned at his odd behaviour; he wasn’t any different from the usual, although, he never asked you about homework.

Shrugging, turning and bumping into Veronica Lodge, you smiled an apology. “Hey, Y/N, what was Jughead just talking to you about?” You frowned a little, why did Veronica wanna know that?

“Uh, asking if we had any science homework… why?”

Veronica let out a frustrated sigh, “That idiot. He’s not so tough,” you were frowning more by the minute as she talked, “and you’re more oblivious than I thought you’d be!”

“Excuse me?” You asked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am not oblivious, Jughead just wanted to know an answer to a simple question.”

“That he could have gotten from Betty,” you snapped your mouth shut, “He’ll hate me for spilling his well-kept secret but he likes you.” You chuckled, Jughead never liked anyone, did he? “Laugh all you want, it’s funny having people like him adore you, I’d know from experience but… maybe consider him?” The bell rings before you can question or say anything, Veronica shrugs and smiles at you before leaving, “Jughead, although savvy with words through writing, isn’t so when expressing them outwardly.”

*Pop’s Diner: Next Day*

“You didn’t tell her,” Veronica stated again as she sat down in the booth directly opposite him. Archie on his left and Kevin sliding in beside Veronica, Betty squeezing herself in beside Keller. “I thought you were gonna tell her?”

Jug rolled his green eyes, “No, you said to go over and talk to her,” he pointed out. “I did exactly that, it was a pleasant conversation if I do say so myself.” Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Why is it so difficult to admit you like her, to her?” Archie asked.

“Cause that’s a very straight guy thing,” Kevin sips his strawberry milkshake, answering for Jughead and receiving a less than impressed look from Archie.

Jughead sighed, “Because I can’t afford to do stuff like dating or gifts, I lost my job and maybe, even if I get another job I still wouldn’t be able to buy her all the things she likes.” His voice getting more agitated.

The table becomes quiet as Jug leans back against the booth, folding his arms and looking out the window. Betty ends the silence by talking to Archie about his music, everyone allowing Jughead to be in his head, but not leaving him alone. If he truly wanted to be alone he would have jumped over the back and left, he didn’t do that.

From looking out the window he notices you, tentatively walking towards the diner. He hadn’t seen you… ever in Pop’s, not without Cheryl or maybe, a few other River Vixens. You were dressed in a dark blue coat, unbuttoned, showing the pink sweater underneath plus jeans. He frowns when you notice him in the window, making a gesture for him to meet you outside. He hops over the booth; pushing the diner door open and walking out into the cold towards you.

“What’s up?” He frowned gently.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” You began, “if you need help with that Science homework, I can help you?” Jughead frowns at you, “Just I’m passing that class, not that I don’t think you can’t do it or fail, I just wanted to offer my assistance.” You ramble a little chuckling nervously at the end.

Jughead lowers his gaze to the floor before looking back at you, “Did one of my idiots talk to you?” You chuckled and nodded causing him to sigh out.  “Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be seen that way with me.”

“So, like my parents, you’re gonna be making decisions for me too?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, “what makes you think I give a damn what people think of me? You think I’m nice girl because it makes people like me? No, I’m nice because that’s just me.” You explain smiling a little up at him.

He shakes his head a little, the little amount of dark hair falling into his face as he towers over you. “We’re two vastly different people, you know that, right?”

You chuckled, “Sometimes you love someone because of the reasons they’re not like you!”

The air is thick around you both, you were waiting for Jug to say something but he had no words nor thoughts to what you said. It’s how he felt; he loved you for all the reasons you were different to him.

“I get that this might seem like some, stupid, uptown girl bullshit to you. I’m rebelling against my parents or something by dating you, it’s not. I just… you’re you, you know? This broody, writer type, that would laugh at this cliche.” He chuckled at that, “Then Veronica told me, kinda made it clear and just, I came here hoping…”

“That you’d help with my science homework?” You sighed and chuckled, nodding. “Well, I finished it,” you frowned as he smiled, “so, more time for burgers and fries, right?”

You followed him into the diner, a little in front as you walked to a booth, turning in time to see his friends give Jug supportive thumbs up. You grinned as he slid in opposite you.

“What about your parents?” Jug asked with a little frown, resting his arms on the table, leaning a little in and you mimicked his posture with a grin.

“Screw them,” you added an eye roll for dramaticness.

He huffed a chuckle. “I’m already causing a bad influence on you,” he amused as you smiled, adding a little half-shrug.

“You can’t be that bad of influence cause you’re in love with an uptown girl,” you point out.

Jug exhales through his nose, giving you a look. He leans forward a little, table edge digging into his torso but he doesn’t care, he connects his lips with yours in a short but sweet kiss. It’s like everything he hates about romance novels suddenly make sense, the butterflies and ‘fireworks’ suddenly happen, he curses himself for letting this happen to him. His heart racing, he pulls back a little and looks at you, you’re smiling with a faint blush.

“So, what can I get my uptown girl?” He nods to the menu, “I get any milkshake flavours on the house, by the way.” He adds with a mocking cocky smirk.

You laughed, “Well, if dating you means on the house milkshakes then I’m your girl,” He chuckled with a slight blush of his own at that.

(Hope people enjoy this. My dad was singing this as he cooked and I thought instantly, this is a Jug type song and I had to write it! Let me know what you think. - Ro)

I tagged people from Five Hundred Words, the next part will be posted Saturday (figured you’d guys would like this): @caitsymichelle13 @gurliest @florenceivy @katshrev @thelastxgoodthing @merrahonthawall @idkmilla @tinastark2015 @oh-balls-you-idjits @imahuricane 

GIVE ME YURI CRUSHING ON YUURI!!! I wanna see that boy kinda flustered n shit when ‘that stupid katsudon’ is around!! I wanna see him stomping around all frustrated because of these stupid warm fuzzy feelings. I WANNA SEE THAT FLUSTERED PUPPY LOVE!!

Like, Yuri knows it’s not going to go anywhere, not with that huge age gap and Katsudon and Victor disgustingly infatuated with each other. They’re actually getting married in the spring next year and everything but he literally can NOT stop the murderous flock of butterflies eating the insides of his stomach and then eating each other when Katsudon smiles at him all patient and shit when Yuri knows he’s losing his temper and throwing something akin to a tantrum.

He has to turn his head the other way and scoff because he can’t tell if the heat he can feel in his face is visible to anyone. (Once alone in his bedroom, he wrestles down his embarrassment enough to pull out a small mirror and look at his reflection while he thought about that really dumb, nice sounding laugh. He spaces out for a good five minutes before he realizes his face, is in fact visibly pink and he was feeling distressingly soft and calm.)

When there’s a warm hand ruffling his blond hair or patting his back, he fights not to lean into the touch and God forbid start purring or something. Yuri will jerk away from his touch awkwardly and shout. He thinks to himself, maybe if he yells enough, loud enough, the feelings would go away.

It honestly doesn’t work but it does make Yuri feel marginally better.

When Katsudon gets sick one day, he brings over some soup, complains loudly all the while, and lies when he tells Victor it’s leftovers. Yuri comes into their bedroom for a brief visit and fever must make him deliriously affectionate because once Yuuri focuses on him with bleary eyes and devastatingly attractive bed hair, he smiles all wobbly and wide and throws his arms around him.

Yuri freezes and God damn he’s really fucking warm he wishes he was here to help take care of him and maybe brush down that hair-he jerks in Yuuri’s grip and starts yelling and struggling out of a surprisingly iron-clad hug coming from a sick person.

Victor only watched them off to the side with a delighted laugh. When they make eye contact, Victor gives him a knowing smile and Yuri blushes to the roots and yells expletives even louder and finally breaks free.

When he’s out of their apartment, he slumps against the wall and looks down the halls for anyone before clutching at his chest with deep sigh. God what the fuck.

Otabek doesn’t push about his NOT-crush when he rants about Yuuri to him but Yuri purses his lips and frowns when there’s a small smile on his lips, grainy over Skype but there nonetheless.

Once Victor and Yuuri get married, Yuri vehemently denies crying and leans into Otabek on a secluded bench in the rose garden where the wedding was held, away from the drunk chaos. He doesn’t hurt but he does feel a sort of longing for that type of pure unadulterated happiness and love, not that he would ever admit it.

It’s quiet other than the babbling of the fountain and he feels warm, pressed against Beka’s side. He’s glad to have seen him sooner, Skype calls don’t do this justice, the light scent of Beka’s cologne, the content shine in his eyes, and the weight and there-ness of his body. His laugh is always nicer to hear in person too.

He can honestly say he’s missed Beka even though they Skype every few days.

Otabek shifts and puts an arm around Yuri and he can feel his heart beat a little faster and his face warms when he realizes his body and emotions are betraying him once again.

For fucks sake.

anonymous asked:

Could one of you please write a Jamie POV about Claire's hair? Time period, situation, and level of sexiness completely up to you :D

This is set when Claire is mostly recovered from her illness in A Breath of Snow and Ashes. 

- Mod Lenny

The dawning light coming in through the window would strike Claire’s hair each morning and for a few minutes Jamie would simply lie there and look at it, watch that light play with it. She had wondered jokingly once or twice if it would grow back straighter than before and she’d laughed at his disappointed faces such a thought inspired. It hadn’t been a full two inches long before the curls started making their presence known so that Claire had cursed the way that two inches seemed like only one and then that four seemed like two and a half.

“It feels like it’s taking twice as long,” she complained, pulling a curl straight and seeing the way it almost reached her shoulder before letting it go and watching it spring back tight to her head.

He reached out now to touch one of the curling tendrils that he felt he could see growing and crawling its way across Claire’s pillow. He was convinced her hair was softer than before as he wrapped the silky strands twice around his finger and stroked it with his thumb. It seemed to be lighter too, the highlights brighter, the white strands no longer standing alone but gathering new friends around them and broadening their streaks.

Claire shifted but his finger was caught in the tight curl of her hair, pulling enough for her to reach up and find his hand. She turned back toward him, her hand still on his and one eye open a crack while the other remained squeezed shut.

He smiled at her as he disentangled himself and brushed more curls back from her forehead before leaning down to kiss the crease between her eyes.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“Is it?” she asked doubtfully, easing the second eye open and blinking the sleep from her eyes.

Jamie bent to press a second kiss to her lips.

“Mmm,” Claire hummed. “I suppose I’ll take your word for it then.”

She pushed herself up so that she was sitting and yawned as she reached both hands up into her hair and brushed it quickly with her fingers. Jamie propped himself up a bit better and reached over to help massaging her scalp in the process.

“If ye can reach yer things on the table I’ll brush it for ye,” he offered.

“It’s not long enough for that,” Claire said with a light laugh but reached over and secured the brush for him anyway.

“Ye might want to fetch yer mirror as well then because ye’re wrong. It’s long enough now to tuck behind yer ear,” he pointed out, pulling a curl and tucking it into place in demonstration. “Did ye no say that was how long it must be to be called… what was it? A Robert?”

She laughed, leaning back and resting her head on his shoulder so she could look up at him. “A bob. And no, I think it needs to be a little longer before it can be a proper bob. Right now I think it’s closest to resembling a sheep’s fleece, though it traps rather than repels water. And still a long way from the flowing burn you used to think it.” There was a note of sadness underpinning the self-deprecation.

“No a burn just now, no,” he agreed, setting the brush aside and twining his fingers in her hair to see where it sprouted from between his fingers. “It’s… the bark of a tree after a storm. Dark where the water soaked deep; lighter where it’s had time to dry; wi’ little white threads fine and silvery as a spider’s web woven between the branches.”

Claire shook with quiet laughter. “It sounds like you’re saying I have cobwebs in my hair.”

“Aye,” Jamie chuckled. “Cobwebs… but no spiders.”

“Oh, well. So long as there are no spiders.”

He pulled her against him and lay back on the pillows, bringing her down with him. Her hair cushioned her head against his chest.

“Come. It’s early yet. We can rest a bit longer,” he told her.

She turned to curl around him, pressing her body along the length of his as his hand trailed up her back so he could play with her hair some more.

“Hmm… I’m all for staying in bed a bit longer… but since we’re already awake…” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair of his chest before drifting to explore a new trail leading lower, down under the sheets and causing his grip on her hair to tighten reflexively.


Originally posted by seungcheofine


Warnings: Public, daddy!kink, over stimulation, spanking, underage drinking.

Bass shakes the foundation of the fraternity house as students mill about the living room, red cups in hand. Some awful remix of an even worse pop song drowns out any and all conversation but no one seems to mind. The goal of the party is to let loose after the stress of finals and as your eyes sweep over the dance floor, you note that plenty of people are doing just that.

“I see you guys are letting the kids off their leash for the night,” you note to Jeonghan as the two of you observe the party from your spot atop the kitchen island. “Good for them. They deserve some fun,” you laugh as you catch sight of two of the pledges helping another in a keg stand.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes as he reaches for the bottle of vodka behind you. “Sure,” he hums as he refills your glasses, “I just hope they took our advice about not getting too wasted. Cleaning this place with a hangover is a bitch.”

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Yours Unfaithfully [Chapter 7]

Originally posted by jackbumfan

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

It was such a simple request, with not so simple implications. On the one hand, Jaebum wasn’t here and Jackson loved you. You’d be lying if you denied that maybe you were starting to feel a little something too. One the other, there was still Jaebum. You hated that he still held you captive but to deny that you weren’t still in love with him, would also be a lie.

But… No matter what you decided… There was no way in hell you were going to be able to think about anything else tonight.

It had been almost three weeks since Jackson first kissed you and still you hadn’t given him an answer.

You were tempted to tell him the words he wanted to hear when you were with him. You were almost ready to try and move on to a new relationship but almost wasn’t enough.

Each time you saw him in that time, he pressed his luck just a little further, kissing you more, longer, giving you countless reasons to say yes.

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anonymous asked:

Is peevils going to check on Ollie? He was nice to her and it seems she's worry about him as well please😊

Peevils appears in the lobby of Ego Inc. where she assumes she’ll find Oliver working only to crash directly into Dark, who is on his way out. They spring apart in various levels of disarray before they’re able to compose themselves once again.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Dark attempts to fix his hair as splotches of blush appear on his cheeks and down his neck.

Peevils smirks and curls her hair behind her ear, sending a flush of her aura his way. “I wanted to check on little Ollie.”

Jealously spikes in Dark’s gut even though he knows it’s just her working her magic on him. He shakes his head and glares at her. “Stop that. If you want the yellow nuisance, go find him and leave me alone.”

He tries to push past her and get out the door, but Peevils catches his tie and pulls him back, noting the red spreading across his usually parchment-colored skin. “Well, well. A little more of that quaint humanity back. Isn’t it such a pain, Darkipoo?”

Dark catches her wrist in his hand and squeezes. The blush disappears from his skin, replaced with Dark’s signature ringing and the thick, black abyss of his aura as it closes around her. “Don’t test me. You won’t like the results.”

“Looks like you’re not as redeemed as you’d hoped,” she bites back, keeping her grip on his tie like a dog on a short leash. “Let me know when you finally explode. I’d like to see the show.”

“I thought you wanted me to change back. I thought you missed the old me,” he growls. “Why do you keep doing this?”

“Because I don’t want to let you forget what you turned into. The others might be ready to swallow your little lie, but I’m not. And I’ll make sure you know it every moment until you finally show your true colors again.” She pulls him even closer so that they’re inches apart. “Because don’t you think for a moment I believe this bull.”

Dark grits his teeth. “Let me go then.”

She doesn’t. “Admit it. You’re just trying to fool them.”

“Will it make you feel better? Will it take away the guilt that you were the reason I gave up my humanity in the first place?” Dark bends her wrist until she finally lets go. “Because don’t think I don’t know about that, Starlight.”

Peevils takes a step back when he releases her, staring at him in barely-concealed shock. Dark straightens his tie once again, clearing his throat. “If I had to do it all over again, I still would’ve done what I had to in order to survive.” He levels his gaze at her, and she takes another step back. “So you needn’t worry your pretty little head too much about that.”

He steps past her, pausing in the doorway. “And by the way, tell your little mad scientist friend that if he ever tries anything like that again, the glitch will be the least of his worries.” The door swings shut behind him.

anonymous asked:

Hello ladies! Was wondering if you know any fic where Stiles (or Derek) has a cat? ♥ thank you so much ♥

You enjoy these fics meow, Nonny ;) All Sterek cause I got that vibe it was what you wanted -Emmy

Originally posted by keanumovie

Mistakes by inatshej

(1,410 I Teen I Complete) 

Stiles hears sorry, which, yeah, sorry. Five letters of fucking nothing. But Derek starts talking about the fire – the anger – the bad place he’s been in, the mistakes.

The Curious Case of Miguella the Cat by whyamIalwaysLoislane (Whyamialwaysloislane) 

(2,165 I Mature I Complete) 


To me, You are Purrfect by A Fire in the Attic 

(2,392 I General I Complete) 

When Derek wakes up, there’s a cat in his apartment. “Oh,” he says. Because it’s not just a cat, it’s a pregnant cat. A pregnant cat giving birth. “Oh.”

Donutella and Her King by ashinourhearts 

(2,810 I Not Rated I Complete)

A cat found Derek. That’s it. Because Derek Hale and a kitty.

Take This Heart Away by LupusScintilla (Clandestinux) 

(2,860 I General I Complete)

Derek swallowed and said quietly, “I think. I, um.” This was far more difficult to say that he’d thought it would be. He’d been dealing with the situation for almost two weeks. He’d practiced saying what he needed to tell Dr Deaton in the mirror last night and this morning, but he couldn’t manage to find the words now.


This work is un-beta’d.
There is nothing graphic about the medical examination. There is some discussion of bodily functions and medications.

Take Out Turkey Day by captaintinymite (augopher) 

(3,071 I Teen I Complete)  *human au, College student!Stiles

Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski is  alone as he studies in New York- well, aside from his only friend in the City. Derek lives in the same apartment building, and circumstances mean they will both be spending Thanksgiving alone. When Derek suggests they spend it together, Stiles jumps on the idea.

The only problem? Neither one of them can cook.

Episode Five - (You Are Incredibly) Pawsome! by GeeGollyWiz13 

(3,106 I Mature I Complete)   *roommates au

Scott and Stiles get a kitty. It’s a demon. It spills cups, bites Scott (who thinks it’s totally adorable), and prefers using the shower as a litter box. But for some insane reason, Derek is totally in love. With the cat.

Here Kitty Kitty by youfluttermywings 

(3,147 I General I Complete)

Derek finds an abandoned kitty in the back of an alleyway.

It may not look perfect, but to him it is.

It’s also named Mr Bubbles.

Stiles thinks it’s the cutest thing in the whole entire world.

Mine by alisvolatpropiis 

(3,166 I Explicit I Complete)   *hunter!Stiles

Stiles isn’t sure what he’s more surprised by when he wakes in the morning: that he slept better than he has in ages with Derek in his bed, or that Derek stayed the night at all. The relief he feels when he sees him there, sleeping comfortably, almost serenely, is palpable. They’re facing each other, close but not touching, and Stiles takes advantage of Derek’s slumber to watch him openly, taking in each exquisite line and curve of his chiseled face, the way his mouth is soft but still slightly downturned, long eyelashes lying delicately across his smooth skin. He’s astonishing.

And Home Before Dark by verity 

(3,175 I General I Complete)

The mystery of the absent Hale brother was hardly a mystery at all until he appeared at last, set on taking up residence out in the woods.

(In which Derek is a hedgewitch. With a cat.)

For Whom the Cat Meows by FireWithFire 

(3,566 I Mature I Complete)

Derek finds a kitty. Kitty hates Derek. Stiles has to help. It’s like the most twisted game of Rock-Paper-Scissors they’ve ever had to play.
Fluff ahead, because we all suspect that Derek may have a little bit softer side.
Does he?

Fish Died on Me by Mareridt 

(3,745 I Teen I Complete)

Derek stayed silent for a long minute. “Your best friend named his fish… Fish?” Stiles nearly brained himself on the counter. “This is really all you got from my speech?” he asked, not believing his luck. Derek leaned toward him, resting with his arms folded under him. “Well, it’s not like the part where you asked me to save your life was that interesting” he deadpanned.

The Heart May Be a Lonely Hunter, But the Cat Isn’t Anymore by BarlowGirl 

(4,611 I Teen I Complete) 

“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.  Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”  Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.  The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his ass on the floor.  Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?” Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.

Triple Trouble by GameCake 

(4,971 I Teen I Complete)

Of all the things Derek expected upon waking up, what happened was not it.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis 

(7,155 I Explicit I Complete)  *college au, accidental relationship

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Whole Glass of Water by ladyblahblah 

(8,045 I Teen I Complete)  *no pairing, suicidal thoughts, depression

Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before his hands come slowly forward.  Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back.  He catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the careful ticking of its heart.

If he leaves it here, it’s going to die alone.  It’s a sentence he knows all too well.

“What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”

Thoroughly Disarmed by Ionaonie 

(9,303 I General I Complete)

Stiles goes round to Derek’s place to investigate why the Pack have been banished from the loft. The reason is adorable.

Feline Persuasion by rensahannou (asmalltigercat) 

(15,033 I Teen I Complete)

Derek doesn’t need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family’s old house, it’s just—Derek’s just used to worrying about things.

Double Negatives by coffeeinallcaps 

(16,337 I Explicit I Complete)  *human au, coffee ahop au

Derek and Laura run a pure food store and coffeehouse. There’s this boy Stiles who’s a regular customer. He’s infuriating, of course, but there’s something about him.

Cat Got Your Tongue by  sysrae

(18,243 I Explicit I Complete)   *human au, college au, professor!Derek

Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger’s doorstep.
Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn’t mind.
Also, there’s a cat.

The Skies Above are Blue by Trelkez 

(95,258 I Mature I WIP)  *human au

Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

Too hot

Summary: Never cheat on your girlfriend.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Mostly language.
Word count: 1367
Notes: With this one-shot I hope to finally overcome my writer’s block. It could have been better but it was really hard to write it. Although I hope you’ll like it! As always: my native language isn’t English, so sorry for my bad grammar or punctuation.

It was a beautiful spring day. Sun was shining brightly but it was slightly cold outside so instead going out somewhere you were inside, sitting near the window, silently doodling in your sketchbook. Meanwhile, your boyfriend Bucky was jogging on a treadmill in the spare room which you called ‘the gym’. This was his way of relaxing and clearing his mind. Obviously it would be more fun jogging outside but you wanted to relax a little bit and Bucky didn’t want to jog alone.

Actually, he didn’t like to be alone. A few years ago, when you two still lived in the Avenger headquarters with the other Avengers, he always tried to be with someone in the same room (usually Steve or Sam), and when you two started dating he was always following you like a little lost puppy. You didn’t mind that at all because it was so cute and you always liked his company. And now the two of you happily lived together in this beautiful apartment in Brooklyn. There wasn’t anything more you could ask.

The sound of a ringing phone scared the shit out of you making you jump a little and make a thick black line on your drawing. You sighted heavily; Bucky still hasn’t changed his ringtone even if you asked him to do so a million times already. It was a horrific loud sound and you had no idea why he would even consider choosing this song as his ringtone.

Bucky probably had his earphones on and didn’t hear anything, so you stood up and took his phone from the coffee table with the intention of bringing it to him. You started walking out of the room but then accidentally glimpsed at the phone’s screen and it made you to stop dead in your tracks.

It was the contact’s name that made your heart sink. It was ‘Ellis’ with the pink flower emoji. You had no idea who this Ellis was but what made you worried the most was the fact, that Bucky never added emojis to his contact’s names, not even to yours or Steve’s names.  You had no idea what’s going to happen next but you answered and put the phone next to your ear.

“Hey there, love. I know you promised to call me later but I couldn’t wait any longer! I found this wonderful place that we must visit. It might be the right one. I’ll text you the address so come here ASAP.”

And that was all. The girl was talking very fast but you remember every single word which you repeated over and over again in your head. How could this happen to you? You never thought that Bucky could ever cheat on you. You had few boyfriends who were total assholes but you believed that Bucky was different. After all he was such a gentleman and just a very nice and honest guy. But you were wrong and it made you so sad and furious at the same time.

You felt a lump forming in your throat and tears threatening to well up but you defeated the need of crying. You were a strong independent woman and no man, no matter how strong or pretty, stamp you down. You inhaled sharply and fiercely stormed out of your living room to the gym.

You almost kicked down the door while trying to get in and looked at Bucky. Ex-assassin stopped running the moment he saw you.

“What happened?” He asked while taking off his earphones and stepping down the treadmill.

He wanted to go to you but he stopped once you threw his phone to his head. (Un)fortunately he easily caught it with his hand.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe I found out that you were cheating on me?” You said with a fake smile on your face. You clenched your fists as you waited for him to start talking again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky giggled out and crossed his hands.

That little piece of shit. He was caught red-handed but he still acted like nothing had happened. And that fuckin’ smug smile on his face literally made your blood boil.

“Why are you still lying to me?” You said and felt your hands starting to tremble. You couldn’t stand his bullshit anymore; you needed for him to start talking and fast. You had to know the answer why would he lie to you, why he would betray you like this. After all what you two have been through, at least what he could do was to be honest.

“I’m not lying. I really have no idea. Please just stay calm, doll…” When he finally saw how furious you actually were he tried to calm you down. Unfortunately it made you angrier.

“Don’t you dare ‘doll’ me!” With these words your whole body went down in flames.

For many years you had full control on your fire manipulation ability but this nonsense with Bucky and that other girl Ellis made you forget all your training and all what you’ve learned over the years. You couldn’t think straight and all you wanted to do was to kick burn your (probably ex?) boyfriend’s ass.

“Oh shit, y/n!” Bucky was a little bit frightened now, especially when you started to move towards him looking like you just jumped out of a volcano. Maybe he was a super soldier but even he could not die in fire.

At a moment Bucky had no idea what to do. He really didn’t know what you were talking about, so saying it again obviously won’t help. He could try talking you out of the idea of setting him on fire but you obviously weren’t in the mood of jokes or friendly chatter.

The ex-assassin started desperately looking around for something that could save his ass from a wrathful goddess of fire that you were and then saw his salvation. He skillfully ran quickly to the other side of the room and grabbed the fire extinguisher. He swiftly pulled the pin and once he got a good aim at you, Bucky pulled the lever and a large amount of foam came out covering you from head to toes.

Once the flames were gone Bucky tossed the empty fire extinguisher and rushed over to you. He heard you sniffle and he hugged you (a big foam mountain) as tight as he can.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to do this to you but you left me no choice.” Bucky chuckled and when he felt that you were trying to escape his embrace, he held you even tighter. “I don’t know where you got the idea that I was cheating but believe me, I would never do that.”

“Ellis called. She called you ‘love’ and there was a flower emoji next to her name.” You finally mumbled out. Your burning (pun-intended) rage was gone and now you felt like a sad and little person. You wiped as much foam as you could from your face and shut your eyes off.

“Oh my god.” Bucky exhaled deeply. “Ellis is an event planner. Wanda gave me her number. Actually she herself added Ellis to my contacts so she probably added that flower enuji-thing, too.”

“Oh.” That was all that you could say. You accused Bucky of doing something he didn’t and now you felt horrible. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, doll. It was just a small mistake. No biggie.” He said and smiled brightly. Jesus, Bucky was the best boyfriend ever. “Hey, after all it was awesome and now you’re all naked under all this foam.” Bucky winked acting overly seductive.

You rolled your eyes but silently chuckled. “James Buchanan Barnes, where did your lovable gentleman’s side go?” You gently slapped his shoulder getting more foam on him. “And if you want to know, I have fireproof underwear so no, I’m not naked.”

“We can always fix that.” He murmured seductively right next to your ear and once you started laughing, he put his lips on yours while you wrapped your hands around his neck.

You were so lucky that your boyfriend was genuinely good and such a nice person.

The Archaeologist and the Disco Ball

For @thursdays-fallen-angel

Happy birthday, Makenna. I can’t thank you enough for being an amazing friend, and I’m so glad I’ve got you in my life. I hope you like this trash fire. Cross-posted here on ao3.

When Dean had agreed to take Castiel shopping for a costume to wear to Meg’s Halloween party this Friday, he had not expected the actual expedition to be so… difficult.

Dean himself had naturally gravitated towards the adventuring type costumes, pulling a costume off the rack at random and grinning at the hat and whip that came with it. The faux leather jacket he can do without – he has his own at home that will look much better – but the rest of it is perfect, and just what Dean had been looking for.

Cas, on the other hand, has to be one of the most indecisive motherfuckers Dean has ever met.

He wanders aimlessly about the store, drifting from rack to rack and occasionally separating the hangers to get a better look at the displayed costumes, but never actually pulling one off the rack. Whenever Dean shows him an option, Cas’s dark brows draw into a thoughtful frown, and then, every time without fail, he shakes his head.

It’s infuriating; he’d thought the guy would be easy to please, as happy to select a costume at random as he is pulling a book off the library shelf to read. But no matter how long he’s been friends with Cas, the guy is always throwing him curveballs.

Today’s curveball is the metallic silver morphsuit that Castiel pulls off a rack at the back of the store, with a smile just as bright and twice as wide.


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Running Home to You

George Washington x Reader

Time Period: Canon Era

Words: 2,263 (i keep getting carried away with the word count, there ! :o )

Warnings: Nothing much ? Just mentions of war ?

Tags: (*cries because this is my first tag tysm* ; - ;) @nervous-crossbow

A/N: Hi everyone! So basically I heard this song, fell in love, and tried my hand at a songfic for the first time ! I am so sorry it takes so long for me to write ! 
I literally have like five stories (including that one request) that are halfway done but I can’t seem to finish them ! Again, sorry ! :(

BUT IN OTHER NEWS !!! I’VE REACHED A HUNDRED FOLLOWERS !!! I am so very honored thank you all so very very much *ugly sobs* ; U ; 

I hope you all like this ! Please tell me if it’s okay or what I can do to improve it ! Feedback is the absolute best and thank you to all who give me any type of feedback !

Without further ado ! Enjoy !

Originally posted by romanovass

Can’t say how the days will unfold

Can’t change what the future may hold

She had received another letter from the battlefield. The courier had arrived not long ago, and upon seeing the name of the sender, (Name) had rushed to her room and all but tore open the envelope.

George had sent her a missive.

Reading the words, her heart grew heavy - as if the sentences were weights upon her chest, making it infinitely harder to breathe.

They had lost yet another battle. There was no official number of casualties as of yet, but George expected them to be plentiful. But that was not the worst part. Now, the army would settle into their winter encampments at Valley Forge. 

Already, George had received reports of disease claiming the lives of his soldiers - appendages lost to frostbite because the army could not spare no shoe nor glove. George knew they were low on rations, and starvation seemed inevitable.

The general knew very well he could lose half his army to the unforgiving winter ahead, and with the dollar devaluing as much as it had, he was unsure of their ability to finance another campaign.

With all odds stacked so clearly against their favor, hope was as scarce a resource as the food on their tables.

This was the end of the revolution.

But I want you in it

Every hour, every minute

(Name) couldn’t stifle the sob that escaped her lips at the sight of the written words.

The script was untidy and almost unreadable - as if her husband’s hand had shaken profusely upon writing. The ink ran where teardrops that had long-since dried fell; black smudges at the margins where fingers hastily tried to wipe the salty drops away.

She buried her face in her hands as her heart bled with the pain of it all. Never had she felt so helpless. So unable to do anything to help the man she loved so dearly, when his world was crashing down around him.

Her place was at his side; to be there to take his hand even when they faced the darkest of times. 

So why, then, was she here - beyond her husband’s reach when he needed her most? 

This world can race by far too fast

Hard to see while it’s all flying past

There seemed to be new developments everyday. News of battles that would shape the outcome of this gruesome war.

In such charged times, rumors were as common as the events themselves - taking on such detail and life that they resembled reality.

She wondered if there would come a day when her heart wouldn’t stop when she heard someone whispering of her husband’s rumored capture.

Now, however, fighting was at a standstill as the armies retreated into their winter camps. In those freezing quarters, it would be a fight for survival - the chill as lethal as bullets and bayonets. Here, even the greatest of generals could not outmaneuver the hunger their men had to suffer - helpless and unable to fight back.

And George… he would be alone. Nothing but his darkest thoughts to keep him company on the long, winter nights. Blaming himself. Loathing himself. Suffering.

It was those thoughts that finally made the decision (Name) had been debating upon for some time now.

The answer was quite simple: she could not let that happen.

But it’s clear now

When you’re standing here now

“Please tell the coachman to ready the carriage. I shall ride for Pennsylvania tonight.”

I am meant to be

Wherever you are next to me

It was a ten-day journey - traversing over hundreds of miles to reach the military encampment. A weariness had settled into (Name)’s bones from the unforgiving travel.

But that did not matter.

Not when she was getting closer and closer to her husband with each turn of the wheel. Not when she felt as if she could nearly burst with happiness at the prospect of seeing him again. Of having the chance to be there for him and to console him - to take him into her arms for he would have no one else’s.

She could not keep the smile from her face at the thought. 

To be his wife.

He did not have to face the dark winter alone any longer. Not when she would be there.

Outside, the dark forest, faintly lit by the light of the moon, passed by. (Name) gazed out the window - determination shining clearly in her eyes.

‘I am on my way, George.’

All I want to do 

“Sir? There is a woman at the door, asking for you.”

“A woman?” George questioned, looking up from his writing in confusion. Another letter to congress, begging for supplies.

“Yes sir,” the soldier continued. “She says it’s urgent.”

The general’s brow furrowed.

“I have five minutes. Send her in.”

Is come running home to you

Come running home to you

“Five minutes, George? I’m quite certain you have more time than that.”

The quill in the commander-in-chief’s hand froze mid-stroke. The ink began to blot as the stain grew wider - effectively ruining the letter and ensuring he would have to rewrite the missive.

But George could not bring himself to care. 

He knew that voice. With its tone colored in amusement, and the smile practically visible in the words…

But it could not be.

She was hundreds of miles from him, in the safety of their home. Perhaps he was imagining things.

But… did he dare to hope?

With a shaky breath, the general raised his eyes from the piece of parchment.

And like an impossible wish granted, there she was.

His eyes were wide with awe and disbelief - a single word ringing in his stupefied mind.


And all my life I promise to 

Keep running home to you

In great strides that bordered a run, George swiftly closed the distance between them, and took his wife into his arms.

He embraced (Name) as tightly as he could without hurting her. His hold was almost desperate - a strong hand resting protectively behind her head to shield her from the world outside.

And if (Name) could feel hot moisture trickle from where her husband’s face was buried in the crook of her neck - she did not mention it.

Keep running home…

“You cannot be here, dearest,” said George urgently, eyes almost frantic when he fully realized the dangers of their situation.

To this, however, (Name) smiled with eyebrows raised - as if taking the worried words as a challenge.

“If you think I am leaving you to brave this winter alone, you are sorely mistaken, my dear.”

Adamantly, the commander shook his head.

No. I will not have you in danger. I will not risk it. I need you safe, (Name). I need you to go home, this instant.”

To you.

“I am home, George.”

Oh, and I could see it

Right from the start 

Right from the start

From there, everything had changed.

The soldiers and staff could see it; the way the general walked with something of a spring in his step. He was more sure, more hopeful. His voice was clear and confident - his decisions certain and precise.

His troops could notice the change as well - the commander’s new-found vigor, boosting morale and spreading hope amongst the army like a wildfire.

And ever-beside the great commanding officer was his wife - never faltering in her duties as the Mrs. General.

The soldiers smiled to themselves whenever they caught sight of the couple.

It appears Mrs. Washington had packed the renewed spirit of the army in her trunks.

That you would be

Be my light in the dark 

Light in the dark

When spring came, and the snow melted, the fighting inevitably resumed. (Name) knew of the risk of staying with the army in these times, and knew it was far too dangerous to remain. And so she exchanged a somber goodbye with her husband, before returning to Virginia.

But in some ways, it felt as if she had not left.

Her letters kept the flame of hope blazing brightly in the general’s heart. In the most trying of times, she was George’s beacon of hope - his raft upon sea. She was not there in person, no - but he felt as if she was still near. As if still with him in heart and spirit.

She was there, by his side, through the bloody battles - when the smoke of gunpowder choked his lungs and it seemed all was lost.

She was there when he grappled with congress for supplies - his frustration, near-overwhelming.

She was there when his nightmares woke him in the wee hours of dawn.

There when they finally began to win more and more victories over the enemy.

There when he began to prepare battle strategies for final attack.

And she was there, by his side, when Cornwallis surrendered his troops at Yorktown.

Oh, you gave me no other choice but to love you

On the 3rd of September, 1783, Washington received word that their delegation had signed the Treaty of Paris, containing the British terms of surrender.

And for a few seconds, he could do nothing but sit in stupefied silence.

Against all odds, they had done it. 

They had won.

All I want to do

It was nighttime when the carriage crossed the border into Virginia. Foreign fields transformed into familiar landscapes - into panoramas he knew well since childhood. And at the sight, George Washington could not help the tears that sprang to his eyes.

For so long, he wondered if he would ever be able to return. On those infinitely long nights - miles and miles away, in a camp with his army - he feared he had bid the place of his birth his final farewell. He knew not if his endeavors would end with a victory, or end at the gallows. If he would be able to come out of the war alive, or if he would perish with the rest of his men.

But now… all of that was over.

And he was coming home.

The carriage moved swiftly, but not nearly as fast as George would have wanted.

How could one be patient, when their home was so close after being out of reach for so long? How could one be patient, when the love of their life was on the other side?

‘Just a little longer,’ George thought to himself. 

'I’m coming home, (Name).’

Is come running home to you

Come running home to you

At Mount Vernon, a piece of parchment found its way into the hands of (Name) Washington from the courier.

On it were four simple words, written hastily - tears staining the cheeks of both author and recipient.

'Will be home soon.’

And all my life I promise to

Keep running home to you

It was dawn when (Name) saw the carriage coming - like a scene she had imagined so many times before. 

She did not know for certain who its passenger was. It could very well have been another acquaintance or perhaps even a tradesman.

But her heart - oh, it was screaming George’s name.

And so against all logic and reasoning, she ran.

She knew it was undignified for her to do so. Unladylike. Unbecoming of a woman of her stature to run like a youngling in a game of tag.

And it did not matter the slightest bit. Not when George was on the other side.

So she kept running.

Keep running home…

He did not know what made him do it. It was instinct - a tug in his heart he knew well never to ignore. It went against all sense; he was mere seconds away from the front doors of his home.

But he did it anyway.

“Stop the carriage,” he barked almost urgently to the coachman. 

He nearly pitched forwards at the abrupt stop, and tumbled almost clumsily out of the carriage - his footing not quite so secure.

But then he looked up, and what he saw made his heart swell and his eyes water.

Because his wife was there - smiling more radiantly than a thousand suns because he was home and he was safe.

And she was running towards him.

His feet were moving - leaping, striding, before he could even think of what to do next. Then suddenly, propriety was worth as much as a handful of ash, and he was running towards her with an urgency he had never felt before in all his time on earth.

She was getting closer.

And closer.

Home to you

And when they met, the world melted away - fading to the background and of no consequence whatsoever.

Suddenly, all the struggle, the heartache, the worry; years of tears and fear and helplessness and hopelessness… it meant nothing.

Her husband was back home to her - breathing - alive. So wonderfully, wonderfully alive. And nothing on the face of the earth mattered except the man she had in her arms.

And for the battle-worn general, everything else could rot in hell for all he cared.

Because he had his wife now. That was all that ever mattered.

He was home.

Can’t say how the days will unfold

Can’t change what the future may hold

Neither of them knew what would happen in the days or the months or the years to come. What hurdles lay ahead - what seemingly insurmountable mountains they would have to climb. Their role in the birth of this nation was not yet finished - on the contrary, just beginning - and the future would not be an easy one. It never was.

…But now was not the time to worry about such things.

Now, the sun was rising above the horizon.

Now, husband and wife were reunited.

And that was everything.

But I want you in it

Every hour, every minute…

New York- Brendon and Sarah Urie (poly) Part one

You and Sarah were out shopping in New York City while Brendon was rehearsing for the Broadway show Kinky Boots. He’s always wanted to do theater and you and Sarah were more than willing to moving to New York for a while to be with your husband.

“Brendon said he’s done at 2 today, so do you want to start heading over there. He should be done in about 20 minutes.” Sarah asked.

“Yeah. Do you know if we’re doing anything later?” you asked.

In all honesty the past month or so has consisted of the same things everyday. Waking up and walking around the city. You were happy to be with Sarah, but you didn’t really have time to be with Brendon. You also were starting to miss your quiet home back in California.

“I don’t think so. We’ll probably just hang out. Brendon has been pretty tired lately from rehearsals. Why anything you want to do?” Sarah asked.

You shook your head no. you understood that Brendon needed rest, but you couldn’t help but feel trapped in the big city. For the past few days you’ve wanted to just be on your own. You loved Sarah from the bottom of your heart and you love Brendon too, but you needed space. You had been spending basically 24/7 with Sarah and barely any time with Brendon and it was starting to make you feel distant from the two of them for some reason.

“Y/N you’re being pretty quiet today. Are you okay?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, just missing home.” you said and she dropped the topic knowing you weren’t up for talking.

After walking the 20 minute walk back to the theater you stood outside the exit Brendon came out of everyday. There were a few people standing by the door and when you got closer you realized they were fans of Panic at the Disco.

“Oh my god. It’s Sarah and Y/N. Hi.” one girl said.

“Hey there. You all waiting for Brendon?” Sarah asked trying to start conversation to pass time.

“Yeah. Can I get a picture with you guys?” she asked.

You both nodded and the girl took a picture with the two of you.

You were in the middle of taking a picture with a boy when you saw Brendon on the phone screen photobombing. You finished the picture and all the fans took picture with Brendon.

“It was nice meet all of you, but we should get going.” Brendon spoke to the fans.

They were understanding and Brendon started walking with you and Sarah on either side of him.

“So how did you two pass the time today?” Brendon asked once down the street a little.

“Oh just some shopping and talking.” Sarah said.

“Right, spending all my money.” Brendon joked and Sarah nudged him to stop laughing.

You had been quiet since you started walking and you knew they both knew something was wrong.

“What’s up Y/N? You don’t seem yourself.” Brendon asked.

“Nothing, just tired I think.” you said monotoned.

You saw Brendon look at Sarah and her shrug her shoulders. Brendon put his arm around you and pull you closer.

His touch was nice, it was the first time in a few days that Brendon gave you one on one touch. Not that you were jealous of him and Sarah, because neither of you had been Brendon’s number 1 priority. He didn’t realize it, because if he did he would have changed that. He was just really busy, so you couldn’t be mad at him.   

When the three of you finally reached your New York home Sarah and Brendon sat on the couch continuing the conversation they were having. Instead of spending time with them you wanted some space to yourself. Just take a minute for you. Only you.

“I’m going to walk the dogs. I’ll be back later.” you said grabbing the leashes and putting it on Penny and Bogart.

“Wait up. I’ll come with you.” Brendon said jumping from the couch.

“No.” you said quickly. “I mean, no I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N you know I don’t like you guys going out alone in the city, it’s not really safe.” Brendon said.

“I’ll be safe, I just need some air.” you said walking to the door, but Brendon held on to your arm so your couldn’t move.

“Babe, talk to me. You’re acting really strange. What’s wrong?” he said low, that way Sarah didn’t hear.

“You don’t have to whisper. I’m fine, now please Brendon, a little space.” you said and he dropped your arm from his grip.

You left and when you finally made it out of the building you were relieved to feel the warm spring air. The feeling of suffocation was the only way to explain how you’ve felt. You had never really been in a city for longer than a week before and the large amount of people around you all the time was making you feel like you were losing your independence. You felt bad that you snapped at Brendon and lied to both of them, but you felt stupid saying you didn’t want to be around them. You needed a break, but how were you supposed to just leave. You didn’t want them to worry, or be mad.

What was only supposed to be a walk around the block turned into a 2 hour walk around the city until you reached the park.

You were currently on a bench in central park with Penny and Bogart in the shade under the bench. You were taking in how free you could feel in the park. A huge park in the middle of a city, the only peace you could find.

You started to think of all things you missed back home and all the things that have changed since you had come here.

‘Maybe Sarah is feeling the same way, suffocated. I hope not.’ you thought to yourself.

When you felt a raindrop hit your leg it pulled you from your thoughts. You realized you were about 20 blocks from your place. You pulled out your phone to text Brendon or Sarah that you were on your way back now, but your phone was dead.

You started your walk back to the place, you didn’t care that it was raining. It felt kind of good and the dogs didn’t mind, they’re dogs.

After a 1 hour walk back home you were soaked. You walked into a quiet dark apartment. You dried the dogs, then decided it was probably best if you just showered and went to bed. You first plugged your phone into charge incase you had any texts from Brendon or Sarah.

From Brendon

Are you okay. It’s been like 3 hours and we’re starting to get nervous.

Received 5:34pm

From Sarah

Where are you Y/N. Brendon is starting to freak out. Please answer your phone.

Received 5:36pm

From Sarah

I calmed him down enough and we are going to grab some food. Your phone probably died. Text us soon, please. Love you.

Received 5:45pm

From Brendon

I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you. I love you and I’ll see you later.

Received 6:02pm

It was now nearly 7:30. You sent them a text to the group chat you had saying you were at home and you love them.

You got in the shower and felt worse than before. Something about this apartment made you feel like you couldn’t go anywhere. You needed out, you needed to leave. It broke your heart saying that, but you knew what was best for you.

Once you got out of the shower you got online and looked at plane ticket back home. The soonest one was at midnight. You looked at the time and saw that it was almost 8. You booked it without thinking of Brendon nor Sarah and got dressed.

You remember all those times when you were dating that you would book flights to go see Brendon and Sarah while he was touring, but this was different. You were leaving quickly to get away from them. Maybe it wasn’t them, it was the city.

You had just closed your suitcase when you heard the dogs start barking, meaning Brendon and Sarah were just coming in.

You heard your name being called, but there was no rush to get out there. Something wasn’t right inside of you and you knew it. You had no excitement that you usually do when you see Brendon or Sarah. ‘Maybe this whole relationship was a mistake. A wast of 3 years, a waste of wedding, or maybe you were just a waste of life.’

“What’s the suitcase for?” Sarah asked when she came into the bedroom.

“I- I’m, leaving.” you said with a lump in your throat. You were holding back tears.

“What? What do you mean?” Sarah asked voice clearly concerned.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I just need to go.”

“Go where?” you heard Brendon’s voice from behind you and you turned around.

“My flight leaves in about 4 hours. I should probably get going.” you said trying to leave the room, but Brendon blocked you in.

“Y/N, what’s wrong. I don’t want to hear that you’re fine, because I know you and I know when you’re not okay.” Brendon said holding your face up to look at him.

You felt Sarah behind you rubbing your back soothingly.

“I just feel like I’m trapped. I don’t really know, I just need to go home and sort some things out, for me. I love you guys, but I need this for me. Please understand.” you begged with tears filling your eyes.

“We understand Y/N.” Sarah said and she hugged you.

Brendon joined the hug.

“I love you. Call me when you land?” Brendon said and you nodded.

With one last goodbye, kiss, and hug you were gone. You knew it wouldn’t be for long, but leaving you husband and wife just like that tore your heart to shreds

Work it out- Jikook (smut)

Jimin sighs as he sits on the end of his bed. “Vacations are a gift and a curse” he thinks. He had a wonderful time, traveling around the world to diffrent destinations with his members, but he also let loose and ate everything he could get his hands on. Now that they have returned and are getting ready for their schedual to become packed again, he knows that means diets and exercise are on the horizon, and he sighs again.

Back to the mundane task of sit ups, push ups and weight training. He can feel his muscles burning already. He runs a hand through his brown hair and collapses back onto his bed, releasing a long suffering groan. There has to be a better way. A way to get in shape, stay in shape and it not be a soul sucking routine.

So wrapped up in his thoughts, he forgot he wasn’t alone and almost falls off his bed at how hard he jumps at his hyung’s voice.

“What’s wrong Jiminnie?”

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you say sochi, i say fuck me - spookyfoot - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Victor Nikiforov, Alpha Katsuki Yuuri, Getting Together, this is basically a/b/o light, is that a thing?, it is now, essentially the a/b/o is there in the background so i can make jokes, as per usual it’s all about the jokes


“You couldn’t find your room key,” Victor continues, “and I certainly wasn’t going to let you sleep alone.”

“What…happened?” Yuuri squeaks, wincing. His voice cracks in a way it hasn’t since Victor skated to Rite of Spring.

“Oh!” Victor somehow leans even closer and now Yuuri can see Victor has a matching set of freckles scattered across his nose. “You showed me your pole!”

“Oh my god.” But clearly God is dead because Yuuri is still alive right now.

Victor continues, utterly oblivious to Yuuri’s distress, “….dancing skills. Pole dancing skills. Sorry, I had your come stuck in my throat.” He punctuates it with a conspiratorial wink.

Yuuri stares, dumfounded as his brain goes offline. He’s not sure which part of that sentence is more horrifying.

Yuuri wakes up in Victor’s room after the Sochi Banquet.

thank you to @forochel @pencilwalla and @phoenixrei for beta’ing! <33

So this was a request by alisadelina that I wrote way too much for. Thank you for the request because, as you can tell, I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. The ending is the way it is because I did not want this to become too long. However I might turn it into a longer story later. Enjoy!

Prompt: can you do a fanfiction request where you are a shield agent and you have to irregated loki and he keep flirting with you


Fury swept his fingers across the multiple screens in front of him.
“How’s ‘real power’ doing? Does he want a magazine or something yet?”
“No change, sir. He hasn’t said a word since you left.” Agent Maria Hill responded from not too far away. Fury frowned. They had managed to ‘capture’ Loki in Germany yet it didn’t feel as though he was truly a prisoner.
“Want me to send Romanoff in, sir?”
“No. Not yet.” He scratched his chin in frustration. Romanoff would undoubtedly be able to get results but something fishy was definitely afoot here and he didn’t want to deal his final card until he was sure he had the best hand. That being said, he wasn’t entirely out of options…
“Hill, bring in Agent (y/l/n).” He said and the brunette nodded to him from across the room before strutting out in search of you.

“Absolutely not, sir. I politely decline.” You said with your arms folded. 

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Full Bi in July

If y’all thought I could see this and not Sterek it, y’all thought wrong. Happy July 4th! Enjoy this 4th of July themed HS! Sterek ficlet:

Derek takes another sip of his drink as he stares across the pool to where Stiles is talking to some cute girl in an American Flag bikini.  He rolls his eyes as Stiles laughs at one of her jokes. It’s probably not even funny.  Stiles is probably just laughing because she’s cute and tall and he probably wants to kiss her. Derek hates her.

Derek  huffs and turns away, heading inside the house and towards the kitchen, ready to eat his way through his emotions.

His sister finds him a few minutes later, in front of the pigs in a blanket, while he’s stuffing his face with Cheetos.

“Uh oh,” she says. “What’s the problem baby bro?”

“There’s no problem,” Derek lies.

Laura smiles knowingly. “It is Stiles related?”

Derek’s head snaps up as he looks around the room frantically making sure no one overheard her. “Laura, shut up.”

“Derek,” she says, “I’m only going to say this once, so listen up-you guys are going off to college in the fall.  You’ve had a crush on him for three years. Now is your chance. If you don’t go for it now, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Derek hangs his head. “Laura. I don’t know if he likes boys. He’s only ever dated girls.” Stupidly charming girls who didn’t deserve to be within 10 feet of him.

Laura narrows her eyes. “Derek, you haven’t actually dated any boys.”

“Yeah, but…” that’s only because he’s been pining after Stiles since he figured out his sexuality.

Laura cuts him off. “Plus, I’ve seen his Tumblr page.  He reblogs In the Flesh like it’s his day job. No way is that boy straight.”


“Derek, please. He saw you perform in Mama Mia five times last spring, and I could barely make it through two.  He has to be into you. Just go do something about it.  I can’t watch you pining for another minute longer.”

She gives him a gentle nudge towards the door. “Go, Derek. What’s the worst that could happen? If he rejects you, you’re going off to college and you won’t have to face him ever again.”

“That sounds pretty horrible,” Derek says.

Laura gives him a real shove. “GO.”

Derek sighs and heads back outside, looking around the yard for Stiles. He spots him sitting alone on the porch steps, and goes over to sit next to him.

"Hey, Derek!” Stiles exclaims, throwing an arm casually around his shoulder.  The contact sends electricity zinging through Derek’s entire body.

“Hi,” Derek responds, wanting to sound gruff, but his voice comes out soft instead. “Where’d your friend go?”

“What friend?” Stiles asks.

“That girl in the American flag bikini.”

Stiles frowns. “Well you’re awfully observant. I don’t know. Probably to get more drinks.  I’m sure you could find her if you looked hard enough.”

Derek laughs. “No. I’m good.”

They sit there for a moment watching as a guy attempts to dive into the pool and ends up bellyflopping.

“Ouch,” Derek says.

“Ouch,” Stiles echoes. “Hey, look!” he points off in the distance. “Fireworks!”

Derek peers across the lawn so he can faintly see fireworks peeking through trees in the difference. “Cool,” he says dejectedly.

Stiles nudges him with his shoulder. “What, you don’t like fireworks?”

“I just don’t really get this holiday,” Derek answers honestly.

Stiles’ eyes widen comically. “Dude.  The 4th of July is so important. Do you not love America?”

Derek can’t help but smile slightly at Stiles’ enthusiasm. “I mean, yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess so? Derek, America has Target. America has Netflix. America has In-N-Out.”

Derek quirks an eyebrow at him. “Really, Stiles? You’re basing the worth of our country off of a fast food joint and Netflix?”

Stiles waves a hand in the air. “Okay, okay. I will admit our country has its faults.  Yes, the healthcare thing is a little problematic, the drinking age could probably be reconsidered, and same-sex marriage isn’t legal in all of the states yet, but-“

Derek snorts and Stiles pauses, hand still raised in the air.

“Why’d you snort?” Stiles asks, frowning.

“Uh-“ Derek feels like a deer caught in the headlights. “I just-“

“Did you just scoff at the idea of same-sex marriage?”

No, I didn’t.  I definitely care about it.” Derek clarifies, “I just-I didn’t think you would care about that right.”

Stiles turns his body towards him, eyes appraising him critically. “Why not?”

“Because you’re not…gay?”

Stiles pauses. “Wait, what do you mean you definitely care about it?”

Derek feels his hands go clammy and his face heat up. “I mean I care about it, because it’s relevant.  To me, I mean.”

“It’s relevant to you,” Stiles repeats slowly.

Derek is pointedly looking anywhere but at Stiles’ face. “I mean, yeah. Since that’s, you know, what I want. Some day.”

“You want to be gay married some day,” Stiles states.

Derek nods, staring resolutely at his feet. “Yeah.”

He finally looks up and over at Stiles when he hears no response from him. “You’re kidding me,” Stiles says.  “You’re kidding.  Are you messing with me?”

Derek feels weak all over and also like he might possibly faint. This is going so much worse than he ever planned. “No, Stiles, I-I’m gay.”

Stiles’ lips are on his before he can even finish his sentence. They’re warm and soft and Derek might not love the 4th of July, but he loves the way Stiles’ lips feel on his.  After a few moments, though, reason starts to kick in and Derek pulls back. “Wait, Stiles, are you-?”

Stiles puts a light hand around his neck and pulls him back in for a kiss. “Does it matter?” he whispers against his lips.

Derek lets him kiss him again before pulling back once more. “Yeah, it kind of does.”

Stiles responds by cupping Derek’s face with one hand and kissing him lightly again. “No homo,” he whispers, pulling away slightly, and Derek’s stomach drops.

Before Derek can react, Stiles reaches a hand up and gently strokes a finger down the side of Derek’s face. “Full bi,” he adds in a sensuous tone before bursting into laughter.

Derek nearly pushes him off the porch.  Instead, he settles for kissing him again and resolving to making Stiles pay for it later. Maybe in Derek’s bed.

Types of YouTubers’ reaction to BTS

“You guys have been requesting for me to react to BTS so many times. Like yall are crazy. So finally, I’m going to watch their most recent video.”

*Watches the first part of the blood sweat and tears dance*

“Wait wait wait hold up. Was that a girl? This is a boy group, right? What the hell…oh my god it’s a guy. He looks like a girl!”

“I’ve seen a few YouTubers do this K-pop react kind of video so I’m going to jump on the bandwagon. I don’t really know what it’s about though.”

*Sees the boys dancing*

“What….how many people are there?! What the hell! Why are there so many? Let me count…1..2….3..4….5. Holy shit that’s gotta be like 10 members.”

“Hey, guys! I have a video requested by one of you on twitter! It’s called BTS - Fire. Interesting name. Let’s check it out”

*Everything is on fire*

“Uh, why is everything on fire! What the hell why is that guy on fire. The plane is on fire?! Now the bike is on fire? They must really like fire”

“What’s up viewers! Apologies for the late update. But, I’m back! And what better way to start then with some Kpop!”

*Halfway through spring day*

“What is going on…? Like I’m so confused. What? Why is he on a train? Why is he alone in the snow? Why is his hair pink? Oh god, I don’t understand! Why are they sitting on top of a mountain of clothes?!”

These are all based on my personal experience from watching countless reaction videos. Be aware that they are being exaggerated for comedic purposes. I do not mean to offened anyone!

Part 1 of the YouTubers’ reaction to BTS :)

My BTS Masterlist

geminigem91  asked:

14 or 21 please!

21. You owe me closure. You at least owe me that. 

There will probably be a part 2 to this. I don’t know how it got so long.

Word Count: 2115

“You still haven’t heard from him?”

“Nope,” you say woefully into the phone, eyes zoned out on nothing while your fingers pluck pieces of lint from a couch pillow. You’ve been something close to a zombie all week, unable to perform normal human activities like eating and sleeping and socializing regularly. In fact this is only the second time you’ve spoken to your best friend since you told her about Ashton’s impulse to leave you exactly eight days ago. 

You say impulse because it came as a surprise to you, but who knows how long he was contemplating it before finalizing his decision. You still can’t figure out what caused him to do it, the reflection you’ve done on the days prior to his announcement showing no obvious reasons, and no assistance coming from the man himself given his refusal to answer your texts. 

“Well we should do something tonight,” Sahar proposes. “Actually no, you don’t have a choice in the matter. We’re going out.“ 

You groan the vocal equivalent of a moose call, hating the idea of leaving your house with so much post-breakup sadness to lug around with you. “I don’t even like the bars around here,” you complain. 

“You will once you’ve got a few drinks down your gullet,” she insists. 

You smile for what feels like the first time in your life, Sahar’s odd choice of words never ceasing to entertain you. A glance at the clock on the wall tells you it’s only three in the afternoon, leaving plenty of time to get ready should you agree to her plans. 

“I don’t want to stay out too late.” 

“I’ll have you home by midnight, how’s that?" 

"I guess." 

She chuckles at your bland excitement. "Pick you up at 8. Look hot." 

"Are you implying that I don’t always?" 

"I’m just guessing you’ve been in the same sweatpants since Monday." 

She knows you too well. 

"I’ll put on a push-up bra just for you,” you tease. 

The smile on Sahar’s face is evident when she proudly states, “That’s my girl.”


Sahar was right about you warming up to the bar after being persuaded by the right amount of alcohol. It started off too noisy and too scented of nicotine, but as your third glass of something blueberry burns it’s way down your throat, you feel more at home. 

One thing that still doesn’t thrill you, though, is the endless stream of men lining up to hit on you. You begin to regret taking Sahar’s advice to dress up for the occasion, tired of denying one person’s offer to buy you a drink just to be met with another within the span of a few minutes. You’re pretty sure one guy even came back around to try for a second chance. All of these poor suckers, thinking you’re emotionally available. 

Another part that could be better is that you haven’t quite stopped thinking about Ashton. The alcohol serves as a decent distraction, and Sahar is using all of her best tactics to make sure you’re having a good time, but there’s always something in your line of vision that reminds you you’re in no position to be as happy as you’re attempting to be. 

The fact that the bar Sahar chose to help you get over Ashton is merely half a block away from Ashton’s apartment complex doesn’t relieve your mind either. She had no way of knowing; she hasn’t been to his place before. But you constantly find yourself peeking at the entrance, hoping to catch Ashton and his group of friends walking in, and fantasizing about what you’d say to him. 

The night creeps along slowly, the beverages adding up until you’re thoroughly intoxicated and in need of a restroom. Some of your and Sahar’s mutual friends have come out and joined your breakup party to show their support and grumble about their own love lives, and act of allegiance you might’ve appreciated more if one of them weren’t Sahar’s girlfriend. Witnessing their subtle gestures of intimacy as they both stay engaged with the group conversation makes it slightly more difficult for you to accept your newly single relationship status. 

After your fourth refill of the same poison, you excuse yourself from the booth your friends have taken over, no longer able to deny your body the relief it’s needed since drink number three. The short hallway leading to the bathrooms is quiet, allowing your brain, whether you like it or not, to think more efficiently. Bad luck for you since Ashton remains the hottest topic of your thoughts. 

You pull out your phone after giving your hands a good wash, tempted to text him until you’re exposed to the multiple blue boxes of a one-sided conversation. Unwanted tears spring to your eyes as you genuinely wonder how he can just ignore you like that. You were his girlfriend for fuck’s sake; you were supposed to mean something to him. 

With a long look in the sink’s mirror, you decide that you’re sober enough to walk to his apartment. You’ll have to do it alone since there’s no way in hell Sahar would approve of you going out of your way to see him, and to be fair, you’re not exactly proud of the idea yourself. It’s way past dark outside, you’ve got nothing but drunk bravery to defend yourself should someone approach you, and Ashton certainly doesn’t deserve your relentless effort to reach out to him. But you need answers, and this might be the only way you’re going to get them. 

Without informing Sahar or the other girls, you sneak out of a back door at the end of the hallway and begin your trek to Ashton’s place. It’s really not that far away, it’d take less than a minute to drive, and though your heels succeed at slowing you down you make it to the complex in the absence of breaking a sweat. 

The key code Ashton gave you when you first started dating is all you need to get into the building, and from there on out it’s like you’re a resident. You take the elevator to the fourth floor, a hassle that used to bother you when you went grocery shopping with him and had to make more than one trip out to the car. 

As you close in on his front door, it occurs to you for the first time that he might not even be home. You’re grateful for not thinking of that sooner, though, since it might have stopped you from coming. 

You expect to have to wait a while after knocking on the wooden surface, either to determine that he isn’t here or to give him a chance to get out of bed. It’s late, after all, and Ashton’s a fan of waking up early for morning gym sessions. But the door swings open almost immediately, Ashton appearing wide awake and dressed. He looks like he’s beginning a sentence until he sees that it’s you standing in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Y/n?” he asks, his relaxed expression changing to one of concern. 

You cross your arms, his face awakening the anger you’ve spent eight days building up toward him, and the alcohol in your system encouraging you to let loose. 

“Look, if you want to break up with me, you’re gonna have to do it like a decent human being,” you say, taking a step forward. 

He’s immobile, the shock of seeing you unexpectedly taking a toll on his response. You’re glad to see you still have some affect on him. 

“Say something,” you demand weakly. 

It takes a moment, but finally he sighs, extending his hand to touch your elbow but retracting it before any contact is made. 

“Y/n,” he says again, “I get it. I get why you… But you can’t be here right now." 

Your jaw quivers against your will. "Oh okay, is there a better time for you?” You scoff. “How about yesterday, or two days ago, or any day for the past week, Ashton, because I’ve been trying to talk to you!" 

He shushes you frantically, as if the volume of your voice might set off an alarm system. It only pisses you off more. 

"What did I do to you?” you ask rhetorically. “Why do you think I deserve to be treated like this?" 

He anxiously glances down the hallway, not paying a bit of attention to what you’re saying. His blunt behavior triggers a more sensitive emotion in you, and you wipe your eye before a drop can escape it. He returns his gaze, your effort to prevent yourself from crying not going unnoticed by him. His brows knit together; all of his actions seem hesitant, apparently torn with an internal battle of his own. 

"You need to leave,” he says again, gently yet firm. 

You shake your head. “Not until we talk." 

He takes a deep breath, casting another brief glance toward the distant elevators. Something tells you he’s not sold on giving in to your request. 

"Ashton, please” you sadly beg, hating yourself for it. “You owe me closure. You at least owe me that." 

"I know, baby, I know,” he quietly admits, the regret in his voice taking you by surprise. 

You wait. 

His standoffish posture gradually eases. “Is your car parked out front?” he asks. 

You scowl, unable to see what that has to do with anything. “No, I walked from the bar down the road. Why?" 

Every muscle in his body tightens. "By yourself?" 

Oh, he better not have the audacity to lecture you about safety right now. 

"It’s not like you were gonna come to me." 

He bites his bottom lip, deciding to save this talk for another time. "Did anyone see you come in?" 

"I don’t know? Who cares?" 

All of a sudden Ashton grabs your wrist and leads you inside his apartment, closing and locking the door behind you. You’d pat yourself on the back for getting through to him if you didn’t have the feeling something strange is going on. 

"Y/n, you really can’t stay long.” He turns to face you, his close proximity coming naturally. 

Your eyes squint when you look up at him, trying to pick his mind for what’s really going on. “Are you expecting someone?” you ask. His resistance to answer tells you you’re right. Your jaw falls agape with a painful realization. “Is it a girl?" 

"No,” he’s quick to shoot the idea down, “No-no-no, baby, it’s nothing like that." 

His hands instinctively reach for yours. You look down, repulsed by the gesture. He’s keeping something from you. 

"Why do you keep calling me that?” His use of the pet name hitting you like a bullet every time it slips out. 

“Because I still feel like you’re mine." 

"Then why did you-" 

Knocking twice as powerful as yours sounds against the outside of Ashton’s front door. It startles you, causing you to squeeze his large hands for comfort. 

"You need to hide,” Ashton whispers seriously. 

“What? No." 

"Don’t argue with me, Y/n." 

"Don’t tell me what to do,” you say stubbornly, earning yourself a palm over your mouth. Ashton turns you around and forces you to walk forward, his hand cutting off your ability to curse at him. You try licking, biting, groaning through his palm, but nothing works. 

The two of you reach his bedroom, where he kind of drops you inside. You’re ready to fight him at this point, but he begins whispering directions before you can catch your breath. 

“You’re to lock this door and not open it until I come get you. Understand?" 

"No I don’t fucking understand, I don’t know what the hell is going on,” you whisper back angrily. 

“I promise I’ll explain everything later-" 

The heavy knocking picks back up, and a man’s muffled voice calls out Ashton’s name. He sounds aggravated, like he’s not used to having to wait for people. 

You gaze at Ashton for some kind of reassurance. He looks worried, and if something’s unsettling to him you know it can’t be good. 

"You promise?” you ask. 

“Yes.” He cups your face tenderly and gives you a kiss that you can barely feel under the circumstances. “Trust me." 

And then he’s gone, out to face whoever’s impatiently awaiting entrance. You don’t realize you’re shaking until you fumble with the doorknob, locking it as quickly as you can. You melt down beside it, legs bending in awkward ways courtesy of your heels, and press your ear against the thin barrier. 

You wait. 

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