none of this makes sense my heart just hurts because this idea seems to be really good in my head

On History and Pie

Summary:  A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Will the two make a love connection?  For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.

He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.

Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.

“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.

So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.

“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”

“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”

“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.

“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.

When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.

“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.

“Oh, haha. Yes.”

“Do you go to Samwell?”

“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.

“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”

“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”

“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.

“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”

“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.” 

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Out of Feathers, Out of Bones [an elucien epistolary fic] part 1

Elain travels Prythian learning to accept her new life and powers, but better than any glittering court is her tentative correspondence with her mate. (rated g, set post-acowar so minor spoilers)

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Originally posted by angelkarafilli

Lady Elain,

I hope this letter finds you well. And I also hope it isn’t overly presumptuous of me to send this at all. I wrote to Feyre a month ago, telling her I’d be longer in the spring court than I planned; They need all the assistance they can get reorganizing after the war. Is it right to call it a war when it lasted less than a month? The extended skirmish. No, sorry, that makes it sound silly, and the death toll was

I’ve already restarted this letter four times, and Tamlin does not possess an unlimited supply of stationery, so I’m going to keep going. My apologies for that babbling and any in the rest.

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Liam Imagine~ Periods

Word Count~ 763
Rating~ Good for all audiences
Warnings~ none, just fluff, basically
Pairings~ Liam x Female!Reader
A/N~ Hey, short, I know. Hope you enjoy, either way. Didn’t really have alot of ideas for this. Love you guys!
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Request~ anonymous asked:
hey! could you please please do a Theo raeken/liam Dunbar boyfriend imagine where the reader is on her period and they can smell the blood and stuff so the reader tries avoiding him but it’s like really fluffy and it ends with a movie night in and stuff. thanks!

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Thanks, bro. 

Rating: T
Word Count: 1,600+
Pairing: Heith

“Can we get two beers?”

The bartender nodded and smiled before grabbing a couple of glasses. Amber-colored liquid poured from the tap into each glass, with bubbles collecting into white foam at their brims. She gingerly placed the cold drinks in front of two young men, both a few years shy of the legal drinking age.

They thanked her under their breath. One instantly reached over and took a gulp, while the other cupped the drink in his hands and looked down at it with guilty eyes.

Keith wiped his mouth with a sleeve and huddled in close to his friend to whisper, “Can you stop being so obvious?”

Hunk, who had been hunched over and making himself small, suddenly sat at attention and loosened the grip on his glass. “I know– I’m trying to be cool– But it’s hard,” he stammered.

“You can start by actually drinking your beer,” Keith suggested.

“Right, right.” Hunk brought the edge of the glass to face, hesitating as the foam touched his mouth. Keith’s smile twitched as he watched Hunk frozen in place.

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Just when you think, okay, last week STAR WARS fandom was pretty good for fic, but it definitely can’t keep doing that every week, when n o p e, fandom puts out more fic that leaves me incoherent in both joy and suffering at the same exact intensity as previously. I will put this fandom up against so many others for fic that makes me feel things and leaves me feeling like, yes, this fic satisfied something in me in the way that fic, at its best, is meant to do!

In All The World by Ammar, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 76.6k wip
   The story of how Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi tamed each other, from Naboo to Anakin’s early days at the Temple.
Sun Kissed by Vee017, obi-wan/anakin & cast, nsfw, past sexual assault issues, 81.7k wip
   Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing. Buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another.
time to change the road you’re on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakain & ahsoka & cast, 27.3k wip
   The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future.
Let’s Kill Hitler by updiddlyupup, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 6.1k wip
   Even in times of war, it’s not usual to wake up with a different Jedi Master than the one you had when you went to sleep.
Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, sith!obi-wan/sith!anakin, 4.3k wip
   During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, ahsoka & obi-wan & cast, 69.8k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Ghosts of a Future Not Yet Past by LurkingCrow, obi-wan & luke & cast, 4.2k
   On Mortis the boundaries between past, present and future are paper thin. As he ponders the unexpected vision of his former Master, Obi-Wan gets a visitor from the other end of the temporal spectrum. Feels ensue. Otherwise known as the “excuse to give a certain Jedi all the hugs” fic.
Calm down, Anakin by DonkerRood, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 1.7k
   Obi-Wan finds a better way than meditation to calm Anakin down.
untitled by fireflyfish, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka, 1.1k
   Pants and shirts flew through the air as Ahsoka sat perched on her master’s bed, watching him frantically panic over his wardrobe.
A Walking Shadow by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & palpatine & cast, 74.6k
   It is five years into the Empire’s ascension, an order built on the blood and bodies of the Jedi. None survived, they say, and the handsome, icy profile of Lord Vader plastered across every Imperial city leaves no room for doubt in the minds of many. But Vader knows there is at least one left, one that escaped him on Mustafar all those years ago.
A Time For Thought by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel, obi-wan & luke & leia & han, 1.4k
   “The Princess is right.” General Kenobi speaks up. “While on the Death Star, I was informed that a tracking beacon had been placed on this ship. Open the hidden compartments, Solo. We are not out of danger yet. The tracking beacon must be destroyed.” “You were informed?” Luke echoes the General, looking confused. “By who?”
absolute power by cosmicocean, leia & luke & han & ben & cast, 8.6k
   In the end, she takes the offer. In time, Luke will come to regret ever leading her to it. Where Leia becomes Empress with the intention of doing good, and falls so far.
untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & cast, ~1k
   Anonymous asked: I don’t think you’ve done a fic for where Chancellor!Obi-Wan actually present the evidence and starts the corruption investigation?
Ben and Grandpa Go Camping by darthnickels, vader & leia & ben, 2.9k
   post-ROTJ AU. Leia takes her young son to the one man she hates most– the man who may be the only one in the Galaxy who can help him
untitled by legobiwan, obi-wan & dooku, ~1k
  The Count took his napkin and dabbed at his mouth, placing it on the table and leaning back in his chair. “So tell me, Mr. Hardeen. How did you manage to kill the Jedi Obi-wan Kenobi?”

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Good Girl Ch 46: Our Last Moment

Okay Lovelies, I need you all to know that these last couple chapters are a bit on the sad side, mean things will be said, people will cry, I know I did. But I don’t want any of you to get aggressive about the ending until you’ve read all of it including the bonus chapter! After that feel free to let me know how you felt about the ending and if anything is confusing please let me know so I can explain or go back and edit so it makes more sense, okay? P.S. I was able link my master list in my bio so incase anyone wants to know where to find it!

Alright please enjoy!

Why do they ask the same questions over and over again? Why do you go? Are we really not enough? Do you have to go? Can’t you tell him no? Can you please not go? I’m tired of their questions. I’m tired of giving the same answer that I know is kind of a lie.

“I like spending time with him.” Well I guess it’s not really a lie, just no

Baekhyun huffs, “So you don’t like spending time with us?”

“I do, I love you guys remember? But it’s different, we-“

A jealous Chanyeol doesn’t even let me finish before snapping at me, “Is he better?”

“Of course not!” I stomp my foot like a child, frustrated and upset, “That is why I’m here with you! I would go to him, if I wanted him!”

“But you do go to him!” Suho yells, Suho never yells at me. His chest is heaving with rage, “Every fucking Tuesday you go to him! Then you come back to us like we aren’t supposed to care, like we aren’t supposed to be jealous. How can you expect us not to wonder or be upset?”

“The same way you all expect me to just live in my bubble when you guys go out and do God knows what,” I spit, “Just sit there and be good! You all expect me to just go along with every word that comes out of your mouths, every rule, without question and I do! But the moment I ask for thing out side of this bubble, just one night a week, it’s like I asked for the most difficult thing in the world.”

“You have no idea how hard it is for us to just hand you over!” Xiumin yells back. I feel trapped on the couch with all of them in front of me, glaring, a few are standing or pacing, trying their best to control their anger. I don’t know how we got here. This morning was fun and perfect and then Sehun had to whine about me leaving at lunch and one thing lead to another and the next thing I do know is that my head hurts and someone is ripping out my heart. But I’m not backing down from this fight. I have caved twice already this summer and bailed on Jiyong to spend more time with my daddies and I feel like a dick for that, I’m not doing it again this week.

“I imagine it’s the same way I feel when you guys just up and disappear for days or weeks. No call, no note, just one of the others telling me you are gone. Is there a sharp pain in your chest or maybe it just feels empty, like something or someone is missing. Is it like that at all? Or maybe it doesn’t get that bad for you since I’m only gone for twelve hours at most and you know exactly where I am because of this fucking necklace!” I rip it off in a huff, “You know who I’m with, when I’ll be back, you know that I’ll never be in any real danger because I have Jiyong with me. I don’t know what the hell you guys do the moment you leave but I have no say in it, I have no ruling on where you go and who you talk to.”

“Baby,” Lay tries to sound as calm as possible, “Please try to understand that we can’t let you know those things for your own safety.”

“Who the fuck is going to hurt me if you tell me? Jiyong?  He tells me more and I’m guarded 24/7 so the only person who could hurt me is you guys!” This makes the room go still, no pacing or twitching, I’m not even sure they are breathing with how tense they suddenly appear. I feel guilty suddenly, I know they would never hurt me. With a deep breath I try to calm myself, “Look, you guys, I’m sorry for getting so angry but I just don’t feel like I’m asking for too much. Just a night out with a friend, since we are just friends. It’s not like I’m asking for the world.”

“Be realistic,” Kris scoffs, “Jiyong doesn’t see you as just a friend, how long do you think you can keep lying to yourself that he is just your friend?”

His undermining tone sets me on fire again and suddenly I’m on my feet, “Probably as long as I keep telling myself that this relationship is going to actually work out.”

“Jooyoung-“ Luhan tries to stop me, hurt obvious in his eyes, in all their eyes but the words are already out their so I’m going to finish them.

“Since we are being realistic lets just take a moment to discuss our relationship. I’m an 18 year old girl who was basically kidnapped by a group of mobsters who make me call them daddy. That is a fucking train wreck in it’s self but when you add in the fact that I love all of you and you all love me it only seems to make a bigger mess. This can’t work out in anyway, there is no future for us. We can’t all get married and have kids and have normal lives together. Even if you all think you can share me for the rest of our lives, which I know that none of you can, I don’t think I can handle all twelve of you. I can’t pick one or even a few, even if I could how would that work out since I’ve fucked your brothers. Do you think you could have me living in the same house with all of them knowing that?” At this point tears are streaming down my face but I’m still not backing down. I had to say it, these thoughts have been running threw my mind for a long time, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Please stop saying this,” Sehun begs stepping closer.

I hold hand out to him stopping him, “I’ll be home at my usual time. I think we all need a little break.” With that I turn and go the elevator. It opens right away and I step inside, making eye contact with each of them before it closes. I can finally breath without their intense gaze on me, crouching in the elevator I close my eyes to stop the tears. When the elevator dings I quickly stand up, ignoring the judging stares from the businessmen and women in the lobby. Just short of the exit I look out and realize that it’s pouring out making the world seem gray. Beyond the glass door I see Joker standing there with a black umbrella but lacking his usual smirk or grin. What is wrong with the world today? Why is everyone so sad?

I use the sleeves of my sweatshirt to wipe my tears away and clean my face before taking a deep breath and placing a playful smile on my face. Peeking out of the door he finally sees me and gives me an acknowledging nod making my smile falter, does he hate me too or something?

“Why the long face?” I wonder as I poke Joker’s cheeks and push them back, forcing the strangely serious man to smile. He pushes my hands away but offers me an arm that I accept. “Don’t tell me you are getting sad this is almost over?” I tease hoping to take my mind off my own heartbreak.

He sighs, “Kind of.” He holds an umbrella over us, protecting us from the rain.

The honesty in his eyes surprises me. The whole summer has passed in mostly a blur of fun and lazy days. School is only a few weeks away and that means I’ll only need an escort to Jiyong’s a few more times before I’m back in school and Joker goes back to doing whatever he did. I’ve had no issue admitting that these two months but the taller has always be hesitant and teasing, never saying it but I kind of figured out after awhile.  

“I’m not excited for my next job,” Another sigh leaves his lips. We turn a few times in silence, taking our normal out of the way path, giving us a few extra minutes to hang out. We pass our usual boba tea shop that he doesn’t even glance at.

“What is your next job?” I watch him open his mouth but close it a moment after. “Don’t worry if you don’t want to tell me, or can’t, I’m used to it. I’m sorry for even asking.”

He just nods.

A few moments after we fall into a comfortable silence he wonders, “Why were you crying?”

I laugh awkwardly, “You can tell? I had a little trouble in paradise.”

“Was it bad?”

I sigh, “Honestly, I said some pretty mean things, I wouldn’t be surprised if they hated me.” I choke on the last few words but am able to keep myself from crying which is an accomplishment in itself.  

I can tell something is wrong when I see him constantly glancing around, his eyes are usually focused in front of us or on me. But today something is different, I can feel it as my alarms slowly begin to buzz in the back of my mind. The next corner we are supposed to turn at is blocked off from foot traffic. Joker doesn’t seem to mind it and continues to drag me along to the next street. At this point my alarms are screaming at me as we reach the corner making me stop.

Joker looks at me confused, “What’s wrong?”

I scan the area, looking threw the crowd for whoever is causing me such sudden panic. But there is no one staring or stopping and it doesn’t appear that anyone is following us, but my alarm is never wrong.

“Joo-ya,” Joker tugs me along, “We have to get going before Jiyong starts to worry and sends a swat team out for us.”

“Something isn’t right,” I make us stop again.

“You trust me don’t you? Would I ever let you die on my watch?” He gives me a small smile, the first real smile I’ve seen from him today. His hands are on my shoulders, holding me tightly, comforting me once more. I stare into his eyes and can’t help but calm down, his honest seems to sooth my alarms. Of course he wouldn’t let me die, do trust him, he has never done anything to betray my trust.

I nod and continue to let him lead me like I always do, like every Tuesday, where he leads me safely to my oppa and then disappears for a week. But that doesn’t happen. I don’t know what really happens. Joker suggests we cut behind a building so I follow, I always follow. Then the next thing I know there is a rag over my mouth and I’m trying not to breath it in. The umbrella is gone when Joker is pulled away from me and thrown on to the ground, letting the cool rain pour down on all of us. My nails dig into the pale skinned hand holding the rag to my mouth. One of the lessons Tao had taught me this summer flashes threw my mind and the next thing I know I’m flipping the man over and sending him over me on to the ground on his back. I jump back up against the brick all of the building.

Joker tries to attack the stranger but he’s not alone; five more men appear in horrifying clown masks. My eyes are wide with fear and tears as one of them knocks him out with the butt of a shotgun. They’re eyes are on him for a moment and for the brief second I consider running. Jiyong’s building is within a minute of running and I would hit the public street before that but I can’t leave Joker. I may not even know his real fucking name but he’s my friend.

No he’s not, my self preservation tells me, he’s a body for hire, remember? You are just another body he has to make sure doesn’t get a scraped knee, just run.

I push that voice when they all look from me to Joker’s limp body. Tears are streaming down my face, blending in with the rain. “Is he dead?” I wonder out loud. Without a thought I push passed the clowns to kneel over his body, there is blood on his forehead and he’s still breathing. A relived breath escapes my lips, but that is short lived when the rag is returned to my mouth with another hand on the nape of my neck holding me still. I make eye contact with the clown this time threw the eye holes in the mask, black eyes stare back at me, burning into my soul.

The last thing I hear before the drug takes is a small deep chuckle and rough voice mumbling, “Should have ran.”

Wish That You Were Here

A/N: *sings in a weepy voice to the CPD season 4* and I will try… to fix you. *instrumental solo*

I know I’ve been MIA for a while with fics, but I’ve been working on this for a while. It’s my way of making it better after the finale. It’s also basically me bleeding my heart over my keyboard. 

I would like to thank Alejandra @allenting for all her ideas. Without her this fic would never see the light of day. Special shout-out to @justkillingtimewhileiwait and @dylanobrienstyler for their help and input (I love you all sm).

The fic was inspired by the song Wish That You Were Here by Florence + The Machine (I’m obsessed, go listen to it rn if you haven’t).

After this ridiculously long AN, let’s get on to business. This is 10k, so the feedback better be long too 😛

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Summary: While with the Blade of Marmora, Keith always imagined his returning being a happy one. He just didn’t expect it to go like this. (The team finds out about Keith’s self-sacrifice, Lance and Shiro decide to approach him) 
Words: 2,855
Notes: Happy birthday @savingklance !! (Subtle Klance and Broganes) 

While with the Blade of Marmora, Keith always imagined his returning being a happy one. It couldn’t hurt to hope for one happy moment. As much as he pushed them away, he so desperately wanted to be back with them. He wanted to hear Pidge’s rambling. He wanted to taste Hunk’s cooking. He wanted the secure presence of Shiro. He wanted the stability of Allura and Coran. He…he wanted Lance’s comfort. He wanted to have it all again.

He just didn’t expect it to go like this.

All of it was true. He did crave the familial bond he formed with his team, especially since he never had that back on Earth. But he knew they didn’t need him. It was blatantly obvious that the team would do so much better without him and now that Shiro could pilot the black lion, he wasn’t needed. Keith was never fit to be the leader anyways. He always needed someone to hold him down and stop him from making reckless decisions. That someone was almost always Lance. And that was another reason. He didn’t want Lance feeling like he wasn’t needed on the team. Keith never understood that cause if anyone wasn’t needed it was him. Red was in good hands and Keith didn’t need to interfere. So, naturally, he did what was right.

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When there’s nothing but the long way ‘round

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 1; Walk in the park

pairing: terumob

(for mp100 valentine’s week! each of these prompts is going to read as a chapter of the same story, so let’s see if i can actually crank out 8 of them in 8 days hahahaha,,,)

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There’s a common phenomenon in the world where a person discovers a unique subject for the first time and then coincidentally find themselves running into that subject again and again. Psychology refers to it as Baader-Meinhof, less formally “frequency illusion.”

Teruki calls it “psychic magnetism.”

He has an odd way of finding whatever he thinks too long and hard about. All he has to do is start walking and his steps will inevitably begin to follow an invisible, roundabout path to whatever it is that’s so stuck on his mind.

Since science is keen to explain away the paranormal, there very well might be an explanation outside of ESP for this ability of his – selective attention, maybe. Confirmation bias. Synchronicity. A seemingly meaningful but ultimately random series of coincidences, one right after the other. 

Whatever the truth may be, Teruki is familiar enough with his touch of the phenomenon to rightly assume, after a few minutes of aimless strolling, that he’s headed somewhere in particular. A few strides into the park, a few slow glances around, and suddenly his heart skips.

There. And the muddy mental lines fade into definition. It’s with purpose that Teruki steps off the path into soft, springy grass and makes his way towards where Kageyama is sitting quietly on an out-of-the-way bench.

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sad KSI /happy tobi x reader imagine - YOU’RE TOXIC PART TWO

REQUESTED:  “Can you do a part two to you’re toxic? Where you go to break up with him a day later and dont take his crap and all that jazz. Please and Thank You!”


“You ready?” Tobi asked apprehensively, looking over at me in the passenger seat. I pulled out my hand mirror, checking my makeup, applying yet another coat of lip balm to hide the damage done at the hands of my nervous habit. I paid extra attention to my eyes. More specifically, the red filter they wore, the purple of my under eye circles. I couldn’t help but hear Tobi’s words from last night replaying in my head.

‘you’re not you anymore’

Looking down at my lap, I nodded. “I’m ready.” 

The uncertainty was clear in my voice. Tobi took one of my hands, holding it in his. 

“Y/n you have this okay. It’s best to do it now while you’re hurting, rather than leaving it until you convince yourself it’s okay again.” 

“I know,” I breathed. He squeezed my hand tighter.

“You have this. Are you sure you don’t want me to come in?”

“Nah I should probably do this alone..but thank you though.” I felt my eyes well slightly. “You’re a really great guy, Tobi.”

“Hey, Hey don’t be getting all emotional on me right? Come on you know I hate that stuff.” I giggled, feeling warm. “Real talk, you’re gonna be so fine Y/n. Call me when you need picking up alright. Now go on girl.”

He let go of my hand, patting me on the shoulder as I undid my seatbelt. I exited the car and waved as he drove away. 

It was Josh that opened the door. Instantly he gave me a sympathetic look, as if he knew the reason I was here. He asked if I was okay as I entered the sidemen house and I nodded, flashing a small smile to show my appreciation.

“JJ’s in his room - I take it that’s who you’re here to see.”

I nodded. “Thanks, Josh.”

“You’re welcome Y/n.” 

He opened his mouth as if to say something else, and then stopped, turning and walking away. I felt a pang in my chest at the thought that this would probably be my last time at the sidemen house. I loved each and every one of these guys but realistically, they’d all choose JJ over me anyday. I shook off the thought as I climbed the stairs.

Eventually I found myself out of Jide’s room. I hesitated, suddenly feeling nervous. Do I knock? Do I just walk in? What do I even say?

The first option seemed the easiest.

He didn’t turn around at first. He sat by his desk, in his gaming chair, a controller in hands. His headphones sat comfortably on his head. I watched him in the reflection of his tv screen. God, I loved him. It couldn’t be denied that I loved him. But in this moment, watching him from afar, I do not feel happy anymore. I do not feel full to the brim with butterflies and happiness; instead, I feel as if I am a balloon full of lead. I feel grey.

That’s not how love is supposed to make you feel.


My heart stopped as I caught eyes with him. He looked surprised, sad even, thrown off completely.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice to see you too, JJ.”

The tone of my voice surprises us both. It comes out cold, icy. 

“I’m sorry, I..I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I was gonna text you.”

“But you didn’t, JJ.” I look down at my toes. My voice is merely a whisper. “You never do anymore.”

“Sit down?” He notices the change of expression across my face and instantly changes his tone. “To talk, I mean.”

It’s with great reluctance that I sit on his bed. JJ takes his headphones off and rests them on his desk, joining me on top of the mattress. When he reaches for my hand I move back and his face drops; he looks hurt. I want to cry. But I inhale, play with my fingernails and look everywhere except his face. 

“Please talk to me, Y/n.”

Trust me, I’m trying I think to myself. 

“I don’t think I know where to start.”

His room is so clean and tidy. My stomach convulses as I remember last night. Knowing another girl has been inbetween these sheets makes my blood boil. This is just no place for me anymore. Jide is sitting so close and yet I have never felt further away from him. I try to ignore the soft brush of his thigh against mine as I force the words out of my throat.

“JJ…I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.” He listens, silently. “You hurt me, Jide. And I don’t just mean last night. I mean every night. Every night I lay in bed alone and I’m horribly aware of the fact that I have no idea where you are, who you’re with or what you’re doing. And I’m not saying that you need to know where I am at all times, or anything like that, it’s just that - I don’t know.”

I go to continue and he stops me, taking my hand in his again. This time I do not pull away. Instead, I cave, collapsing into tears against his shoulder. 

“Please don’t make it sound like it’s your fault, Y/n. None of this is your fault. I’ve been a cunt and I know that.”

“No but JJ it is my fault! It’s my fault because if I was better, if I was good enough you wouldn’t do any of this!” 

Mentally I am kicking myself for letting him see me so weak. I cringe at the whole situation as he rubs my back, his warm arms wrapping around my small frame. It is the most contact, not including sexually, that Jide and I have shared in ages. I cannot rid myself of the thought that it still does not feel right at all.

“Don’t say that, please don’t fucking say that Y/n. Oh god this is what I’ve done to you.”

I cry harder as he murmurs a chain of regret and guilt into my hair. 

“I really fucked up didn’t I.”

“Yes, Jide you did. And that’s why..” I pull away from him, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “That’s why I’m ending it. I have to end this. I’m breaking up with you, Jide.”

The room is silent. JJ runs his hand over his head. A sigh escapes from his lips as I watch him.

“I mean, I can’t say I blame you.” He laughs slightly, a forced, sad smile. I feel my eyes tear up again.

“You’re not gonna say anything?”

“I mean, what can I say?” He looks up at me and the smile is gone from his face. “You seem pretty set on your decision already. And it’s what we both deserve.”


“Yep. You deserve better. You deserve freedom, happiness, someone that spoils you. And I deserve enough pain and loss to make me change my ways. Can’t imagine a better situation to bring me pain and loss, to be honest.”

My heart hurts, and I know I have to leave. I want to crawl onto him, tell him that’s not what he deserves at all. I want to scream, I might deserve better but that doesn’t mean I want it.  A small part of me wants to just climb back into his arms, lay in his bed, give him all of me. But that part of me is overridden and so I stand to leave. 

“Well, if that’s all..I guess I’ll leave now.” 

As I approach his bedroom door Jide grabs my hand, spinning me into him as he is now standing. He grabs my face and presses his lips on mine. I do not pull away, instead savouring this kiss, knowing it’ll most likely be the last one we ever have. His mouth is soft, comforting and warm against mine, and I treasure that as his hands roam over my waist, my hips, my back. Eventually I step back.

“I…I have to go, Jide.”

“I know. Fuck, I know.” His voice cracks. I know that he’s sorry. This doesn’t change anything, but it does make me feel slightly better. When I reach the door he calls my name, and I turn.

“Yeah?” I answer, trying not to cry for about the fifth time today.

He looks hesitant, as if he’s questioning whether or not to say what he wants to. 

“I um..I love you.”

“And I you, Jj.” 

For one last moment we look at eachother. It occurs to me in this moment why they call it eye contact. Then I turn. 

“Good bye,” I whisper, before closing the door, and walking down the stairs of the sidemen house for what I believe to be the last ever time.

Confess (An Adlock Fanfiction/Ficlet)

(Yay! Thanks so much for everyone who sent in their prompts to help me relieve my stress. Decided to go with @seaductress‘ prompt first, which is “Sherlock is forced to admit his love to Irene under dire circumstances” because the idea popped to my head immediately. It won’t be as vocal as the ‘I love you’ scene with Molly, but I still hope you like how I put it. Enjoy, loves!)

Originally posted by holmesdaily

How can someone feel so numb yet devastatingly in pain at the same time?

Sherlock was aware that what he was feeling made no sense. His fingers were shaking from when he destroyed the wooden coffin with his bare hands just moments ago, thinking about how much he had hurt Molly Hooper. The fear of losing everyone he cared for, slowly and intimately, simply felt rotten to the core. 

He saw John’s hand reaching for him, reminding him that there are more things to come – things he had to face and hopefully conquer. 

His mind reeled as he stepped into the next room, thinking about the stages his clever little sister has prepared to unravel the depths of his memories. First was his home, then his humanity by playing with the lives of strangers, then the idea of unrequited love. The words of Eurus on making him choose between Mycroft and John rang over and over, and yet what he saw in the next room sent his heart racing due to urgency.

With nothing more than a table with a sleek, black box on top of it, Sherlock felt his knees buckling in fear. It was all too familiar now, the contrast as to why he dismissed John’s quip upon seeing the wooden coffin. 

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You are engaged to Tommy but you start falling for Alfie. 

Originally posted by awhoreslies

Your time in London was supposed to be relaxing. It was supposed to be a bit of a break from the stresses in Birmingham as you visited your sister, making the start of decisions for your wedding and helping her take care of her children. She had just had twins and you were doing what you could to make things easier on her and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to get some training in as you wanted children eventually. You were getting married at the end of the summer, and spring had just begun. Your fiance had basically told you that he didn’t really care much for the specifics, as long as you were happy and excited to be his wife. And at the beginning of your three weeks in London, you really were. 

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Due to popular demand, I now present to you

marauders-groupie’s Bellarke fic rec!

These are my top 20 faves, in no particular order because that would be impossible. Expect fluff, angst and everything else imaginable.

“The one hundred sent screaming down to Earth are not just juvenile delinquents. They’re genetic anomalies; mutants. Chipped, collared, and completely expendable. But they’re not going down quietly.”

WIP. Canon ‘verse. Definitely one of the most amazing stories I have ever read. Bellarke development is incredible, the plot is intriguing and this fic definitely deals with topics such as survival and trauma in a unique way, plus - this writer’s style is absolutely breathtaking and fits the atmosphere of the fic.

“Clarke’s jaeger goes down on a Thursday.”

Pacific Rim AU. This one is going to stick with you. Its beauty is going to haunt you for the rest of your life because the pain and the joy are tangible, the relationships radiate understanding and honestly, I’m still stuck in this magnificent world full of hurt, comfort and wonder.

“Bellamy and Clarke have known each other almost all their lives. Life got in the way, though, and two of them drifted apart, but when tragedy strikes again and again in a few months, Clarke runs away, and Bellamy, as he always has, runs after her. Picking up Raven for the ride, Bellamy embarks on a day-long road trip adventure chasing Clarke’s trail as she rights wrongs and tries to learn how to cope with life as it is now.”

Childhood friends, modern AU. Let me put this simply - this is real, raw and gripping. We’re talking serious literature here, friends, and that sort that you’ll want to postpone finishing because you want to stick around in that world for a long time. 

“Clarke Griffin is a pragmatist and Bellamy Blake is a fucking romantic.”

Modern AU. This fic takes place before an apocalypse. A meteor is about to hit Earth and Bellamy and Clarke are pining after each other.
Now, wait up! I know you think it’s going to be sad, but this is one of the happiest fics I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Trust me on this one. It’s quite literally Earth-shattering.

Clarke Griffin’s first introduction to the industrial town of Mechton is the gruff, harsh Bellamy Blake, and from that ill-fated meeting alone, she can’t imagine how she will begin to call this new place home. Soon, though, she finds that places grow on you, and also that people change, but only if you are willing to let yourself change as well.

North & South AU. The thing is, this fic is so well-researched, the character interactions are amazing, it deals with class and sex-related issues. There is bickering Bellarke and take-no-shit Raven, but that’s not even the best part. No, the best part is that this writer has a unique style that brings the whole story to life, as palpable as the screen you’re reading this on. 

“Fourteen nights that brought royally messed up Clarke Griffin back to life and the one man that made everything right again/ Bellarke modern au Prague-Lourdes-New York and back home.

This fic is poetry and magic. The atmosphere is tender and dreamlike, a bubble threatening to burst any second now, which fits perfectly with the premise - travelling, meeting a stranger to whom you open up to and who changes your life forever. It’s full of beautiful moments that are going to strike a chord deep within your heart (and maybe even break it, only to put it back together right away).

“The au where Bellamy prefers calls to texts and Clarke prefers to make fun of him over outgoing message. Also, they fall in love.”

In this modern AU, Bellarke is told through voicemail and I guarantee that you’re going to laugh out loud, but also clutch at your chest dramatically. One of the best fluffy fics I’ve ever read. 

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‘An offer they can’t refuse’ - Kitten and the Don

This story is the end of me. It is a humble tribute for the lovely Undertale AU within the Mob AU of @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff named ‘Kitten and the Don’ about the 30 year old Frisk, who became the right hand man of 'foxy grandpa’ Gaster!Sans, also called G or 'The Don’. (To prevent confusion I call Gaster!Papyrus simply Papyrus). The first post of this AU depicts how Frisk breaks out of a crate, attacks G and got beaten up by him. I wondered what their motivations might be and how they came to work for a Don afterwards. This is where this story comes in. I am certain this is not how @junkpilestuff imagined it, so please read it like an alternative to their official story.

If you have read the one bellow and you are interested in more then I would be more than happy if you check out my other ‘Kitten and the Don’ stories who are not direct follow ups but are loosely linked to each other: [Three types of smiles] and [Succession]

Dedicated to the two incredible @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff, whose responses to my last story was one of my greatest inspiration and motivation. The other source is each and every one of you who continue to read and like my stories. You are all incredbly awesome!

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learningtodolivingtoserve  asked:

I just finished my first year of undergrad, and while I've shadowed at a vet clinic before, I'm about to start a job as a veterinary assistant. While I'm super excited, I'm also extremely nervous. Any advice for starting a first job at a vet clinic?

Ooh fun question!
Congrats on finishing your first year and getting your first job as a vet assistant!

I volunteered/shadowed on and off from when I was 12-18, then got my first job as a part-time assistant at a general practice when I was 18-22, and now I’ve been working full-time as an assistant at an emergency hospital for the past year.

So much comes to mind, so this may be pretty long.


-Be willing to learn! Accept that there is a lot you don’t know, and always be willing to listen and learn from more experienced people.

-Don’t be afraid to ask the doctors questions about cases. Most are more than willing to answer and explain.
(Everyone there who is more experienced has been where you are now one day in their life - when you become an experienced person, remember what it was like to be a nervous, new assistant.)

-Don’t be afraid to ask the other assistants/techs for help. If you don’t know how to do something, it’s a million times better to ask than to guess and do something incorrectly. (Same goes for clarifying what you’re ALLOWED to do.)

-On the same note, if you don’t know how to do something, but want to learn, say so, or the experienced assistant/tech may just do it FOR you.

-Restraint. Start with the nice ones!
If you’re not comfortable restraining an aggressive animal - SAY SO.
Don’t be afraid to use muzzles, e-collars, comforters for big dogs or cat-muzzles, e-collars, towels for cats - they don’t hurt the animal and they help keep everyone safe. Despite what the owner believes, the dog CAN breathe through the muzzle (be careful with muzzles and vomiting patients though).
Sometimes you can even distract patients with food (make sure they’re not on a special diet or NPO or anything). You can also pet their heads (if they’re not aggressive, just squirmy) or tap their heads gently with a pen (if they are aggressive) to distract them.
If an animal is really stressing themselves out or has a high possibility of hurting you or someone else - tell the doctor. Medical restraint (drugs) is great!
There are so many different ways to restrain animals of different sizes and temperaments for different procedures, that I don’t even know where to start. You’ll learn over time! Always be cautious. Even the nicest animals will bite when scared or in pain. Watch out for teeth and claws, but also those sneaky back feet and headbutts.

-Bring a notebook! Write down any questions you have (if it’s too busy to ask them) - you can look them up yourself, or ask them later. Write down things you learn, write down instructions on how to do something new, etc. (I actually looked back at my notebook from a year ago and had some fun reading my old questions).

-Bring snacks/drinks. My GP (general practice) shifts were 12 hours, my ECC (emergency and critical care) shifts are 11 hours. It’s a long day!

-Wear good shoes. When I started working, I wore converse sneakers and my god did my ankles hurt. It’s constant standing and walking - buy good walking sneakers!

-Everyone has their own way of doing things. If it’s something menial, take everyone’s methods into account and form your own way. If it’s something important, find a high ranking person (doctor, practice owner, head technician) and get it clarified which way YOU should do it.

-Try to keep busy! If you don’t know what to do, ask anyone if there’s anything you can do to help them. If not, you can always sweep/mop/clean. Your coworkers and employers will definitely take note of it.

-Check on patients. Maybe this comes from my emergency experience, but you can never check on patients too often! From something small like pee sitting in the cage, to a change in breathing patterns, you don’t want anything to go unnoticed for too long. If anything looks abnormal to you - ask for a second opinion.

-(May be targeted more toward Emergency.) Learn normal vitals. These are your first indicators of something going seriously wrong. Learn what a normal heart rate is for a small/medium/large dog and for a cat (and how it sounds!), learn a normal respiration rate, and normal gum color. Not as urgent - but temperature too. A change in vitals may be a normal occurrence of a disease process or side effect of medication, but always bring it up to the doctor just in case.
Hopefully you’ve been around mostly healthy animals before shadowing, so learn what “breathing weird” looks like, and whether it’s increased effort (dyspnea) or increased rate (tachypnea)… or both. You hear about pale gums and cyanotic (blue/purple) gums a lot, but if you ever get to see them, take note of what they actually look like on a living patient. Mentation is important too - is that crazy energetic puppy suddenly only glancing over at you when you open the cage door? That cat who wanted to kill you an hour ago not even hissing when you disconnect his fluids?

-(May be targeted toward emergency). Triage. In the emergency room, we triage everything. In GP, we did not. Sometimes it’s obvious, like a patient hit by a car needs to be rushed straight back, and a puppy hopping around for a vaccine appointment does not. But if you get a chance to look around the waiting room, take a look at the patients. Take note of any abnormal breathing, mucous membrane color, a patient lying on its side (laterally recumbent) and not really reacting to its environment. Sometimes owners don’t realize how serious of an emergency they have. It’s important to pick out the important pieces of information from what owners tell you. You’ll learn how to ask the right questions.

-Double check your math. If your doctor gives you medication doses in milligrams, you’ll have to convert them to milliliters. Even if you’re just filling oral meds in the pharmacy, you may need to figure out how many tablets equates to the right number of milligrams. Double check your math. Triple check your math. Ask someone else to check it. Check it until you’re confident. (Soon you’ll get an idea of “that seems like a really high dose”, is it written correctly?)

-Be clear. Working around other people who know a lot about animals and medicine gives us a skewed perspective. Don’t assume every owner knows something that’s “common sense” to you. Be very clear with explanations or medication instructions. 

-Label everything! If you have a pill just sitting somewhere, that’s extremely dangerous. Always write the type of medication, the dose, and the patient name. If an owner drops off treats for their pet in the hospital - label it! If you have a pet temporarily in a cage, write his name (you definitely don’t want patients getting mixed up and getting the wrong treatments). Label everything!

-Always keep a record, write things down. When the doctor asks you 8 hours later what diet you fed a specific patient this morning when there’s 20 other in-patients, you’ll be glad you did!

-Be nice to clients. People are frustrating, some people are very rude, but get used to your “customer service” persona!

-If you don’t have qualifications, be careful answering client questions. Depending on the rules of your practice, you may not be allowed to answer certain questions unless you’re a doctor. Unless the doctor explicitly tells you that you can tell an owner something, always tell the client that you will have the doctor come right in to talk with them.
Unless it’s a straightforward question like, “Has he vomited today?”. (I’m talking about questions like: “When are we gonna decrease his medication?” “When can he come home from the hospital?” “Do you think he’s gonna live?” “Have his kidneys gotten worse?”)

-Learn how the front desk works! Just because you’re working as an assistant in the back doesn’t mean you should be confined back there. In my first job, the front desk was completely separate from the back treatment area, and none of the assistants knew how to work the front desk. Sometimes it’s busy or you need to cover someone for lunch, and you should learn how to check someone out, book an appointment, answer a phone call. It’s very helpful to understanding how the practice works as a whole. 

-Clean up after yourself. If you make a mess, don’t leave it for someone else to clean up - this is a good way to annoy coworkers, haha. Of course, this isn’t always doable. Sometimes it gets busy, and everything turns into a mess at once.

-Respect the dead. Everyone in the medical field gets calloused to death/euthanasia because we have to. As sad as it is, sometimes euthanasia really is the best option for a suffering animal. We see death so often that letting every death tear us apart emotionally would be unsustainable. (Ever see that Scrubs episode where they talk about a patient dying, and how his whole family is taking the day off, but all the doctors have to move right on to the next patient a minute later? They say how they make jokes because it’s the only way to cope.)
All that aside, have some respect for the patients. It’s okay to be emotionally calloused, but don’t be disrespectful. Don’t throw patients into body bags. Remember that this was someone’s best friend for a number of years. Treat them how you would want your deceased pet to be treated. 

-That’s a good overall rule. Treat your patients how you would want your own pet to be treated in a hospital. 

-Shadowing is a lot different than working. I’ve heard stories of people who graduate veterinary school, and all their experience is shadowing. They’ve never worked as an assistant or a technician, and when they handle their first patient, it’s clear they’ve never restrained a fractious cat. When shadowing, you just kind of stand there and watch. Your whole purpose for being there is to watch and learn - so you get to see all the “cool” cases and procedures and ask questions whenever. When you’re working, you may miss a “cool case” because you’re busy restraining the dog with an ear infection. But you learn what it’s REALLY like to work in an animal hospital on a daily basis - your future career! And it taught me a huge amount. A recent veterinary graduate told me that having all this experience working will help me immensely in veterinary school. Instead of just learning the concept of a disease in school, you’ll be able to relate it to that patient who HAD the disease and what the symptoms actually looked like.


Good luck! 

Clues From Above

Anonymous said: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a reader x Adam soul mate on shot, where the reader is a hunter who’s grown up around Sam and Dean

A/N: Thank you, bibliophilegirl15 for giving me some extra ideas for this!

Word count: 1,950

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Warnings: none.


You were holding your stomach, arms crossed over the fabric of your t-shirt as you laughed out loud at Adam’s joke about Dean’s age. Adam was snickering at the glares that Dean sent him from the rearview mirror of the Impala, halfheartedly nudging you to be quiet while he tried to stop laughing himself. Even Sam was chuckling from his place in the front, making him be the next receiver of Dean’s glares.

“Shut up, idiots, it wasn’t even funny,” the oldest Winchester grumbled, frown creasing his forehead as he looked back to the road. But you continued laughing, leaning against Adam as tears prickled in your eyes. “Sam, c’mon man, you’re just four years younger!”

“He’s still younger than you, old man,” you said between breaths, your roars settling down to giggles. Adam wrapped his arm around your shoulders, not noticing how almost immediately you stopped laughing, your body tensing up and your cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, Dean, exactly how old are you again?” Adam asked, his voice much closer to you now that your head was resting against his chest.

Dean glanced back at the both of you again, ready to argue with him about that, when he noticed the way you were sitting, as wells as your reddening face. You regretted laughing at him as soon as he sent a knowing smirk in your way.

Not now, Dean, please, you thought, mentally begging him to not say anything about your very obvious crush on Adam. However, you knew that that would not happen in a million years.

You had known Sam and Dean for as long as you could remember.

You met them at Bobby Singer’s place when you were four; your parents would drop you off while they were at hunts, and even though there was a huge age gap between you and the brothers, you had an instant bond with both of them. After graduating high school, you started hunting on your own, but then you had to rest with Bobby for a few months thanks to a hunt gone wrong and he made you promise that you would stick with the Winchesters from that point on.

There was no doubt that they were like your brothers, but, unfortunately for you, that meant that they could see right through your crush on their half-brother—and they never passed the opportunity to tease you about it, specially when Adam was with you.

The inside of the car was silent for a moment, only filled with the purr of the Impala’s engine and the slight blow of the wind entering across the small opened crack of your window. You knew it was foolish to think that the merciful peace would last.

“You look comfortable there, (Y/N),” Dean said calmly, the corner of his lips turning up in a smug smile. Sam’s head turned towards you and Adam, his eyes widening the slightest bit as he looked at your position.

“So, why are we going to Muncie, Indiana of all places when we have a case back in Colorado?” you asked quickly, leaning back on your seat and avoiding Adam’s disappointed eyes.

“Cas said that a cupid might know how to kill Hathor,” Sam answered, his fingers flipping the sleek pages of the Egyptian mythology on his lap.

“His buddy couldn’t pop over there because apparently the ‘love business’ is too important to leave, so we’re coming to him,” Dean grumbled, making you and Adam sigh.

Forgetting about the previous awkward moment for a second, you send him a smile only to see that he was already grinning at you. You bit your lip, looking away to hide your blush just as Adam did the same.

Concentrate on the case, you reminded yourself, your heart racing in your chest.

An Egyptian love goddess, Hathor, was angered at the fact that people were only praying to her for their own benefits instead of actually worshiping her, so she had decided to take it out on couples in a small town of Colorado. Needless to say, you were ready to take her out, but none of you had found a way to kill her yet.

The car slowly fell into quietness again, a calm sense of tranquility settling down within its occupants. You leaned your head against the window, the cool glass soothing the heat that still resided in your cheeks. Soon enough, your eyes grew heavy with exhaustion and your world grew dark.

Just a few hours later, Dean and Sam took pictures of you and Adam, both of you asleep and snuggling with each other before you were woken up to rest at a motel.


You struggled to hear your thoughts as the music of the bar played loudly, making you shout just so that Adam, who was right next to you, could even hear you. One of his arms was around the middle of your back, thankfully keeping the attention of some extremely drunk men away from you. And also making sure that the blazing fire on your cheeks would be kept alive.

“When exactly is this cupid angel showing up?” you yelled, watching with amusement as two people started to make out with each other. One of them being Dean.

“No idea,” Adam chuckled, following your sight and taking bringing his drink to his lips.

You smiled, your heart racing as you noticed his lips becoming wet with the alcohol. You had been trying to get over him for some months, but something just seemed to pull you closer every time you distanced yourself even just a little bit. You realized with embarrassment that you had been looking at him for longer than normal as Adam turned towards you, his lips turning up in a smirk that might as well scream, “I know you were looking at my lips.”

Before either of you could say anything else, you felt someone tugging on the sleeves of your jacket. You turned around, ready to shoo away a sleazy drunk and instead finding Sam’s chest.

“Cupid’s here guys,” he said, but his words were drowned by the high-pitched squeal of a woman.

She looked young; probably in her early twenties, curly raven hair and beautiful inky-black skin, but you didn’t have anymore time to take a better look, as she had thrown her arms around you.

“Oh my Father, it’s really you guys! Castiel talks about you four all the time!” she exclaimed happily while you patted her back, chuckling awkwardly.

Adam just stood to the side, trying to hide his jealousy. It seemed a bit ridiculous to him how protective he could be of you when you weren’t even in a relationship, but the vigilant, and sometimes possessive, feeling that he got whenever he was near you was impossible to ignore. While you thought of a way to separate from the excited girl without hurting her feelings, he went to get Dean.

“Um, so, you’re the cupid, right?” you smiled, carefully grabbing her arms and pushing her away a little. The angel giggled, clapping her hands together and nodding. Adam was by your side again, a grumbling Dean with him. “Right, uh, I don’t mean to be rude, but—”

“Do you know how to kill Hathor? You know, Egyptian goddess,” Dean interrupted, annoyance clear in his voice.

He must have been with a really good kisser, you thought. The cupid’s smile faltered for a second, but fortunately it was up again in a flash. You had heard that cupids could be easily saddened, which was the last thing you wanted.

“Of course! It’s actually very simple,” the girl said gleefully, white teeth sparkling brightly as the corner of her lips turned up. “You just need to dip the tip of a silver knife in the blood of two people—soul mates, to be precise—and you’re good to go! Although killing somebody can be quite bad, you know,” she added, sighing.

“Okay, but how are we going to find two soul mates?” Sam asked, expressing your exact thoughts. It wasn’t like he or Dean were in any sort of committed relationship, and you would be dreaming if Adam even happened to like you.

“How? Why, you’ve got this two, little love birds right here!” she offered, eyes darting to you and then Adam.

“Wh-what?” you stuttered, your jaw hanging open and your eyes becoming wide as plates. You could feel your heart in your throat, the heat of the sun radiating in your cheeks and ears with a prickling sensation.

Adam’s body went limp, completely frozen by the angel’s words. It was impossible that you were his soulmate, it had to be impossible…but it felt so right at the same time. It would explain why you two always got along with ease, why when you had to share a bed you ended up snuggling no matter what, and most of all, why he had been in love with you since the moment he met you.

“I-I think I need to step outside for a moment,” you said shakily, not meeting Adam’s eyes as you walked past him and out of the bar. He watched you leave, his mouth hanging open as he tried to stop you from leaving.

“So that explains all the sexual tension,” Dean joked, but Adam barely listened to him.

“Go after her, man,” Sam grinned, his smile showing that he knew of Adam’s feelings for you. Adam nodded, his pulse ringing in his ears as he pushed by his brothers and the drunk people at the bar.

The air outside was chilly enough to create goosebumps, the short hairs on the back of Adam’s neck standing up. You were sitting down on the floor, your back against the wall and your shoulders slumped down. Your eyes were closed and your breath created the smallest clouds of mist as you pulled your jacket closer to you.

“It’s a bit careless to just be out like this,” Adam said, sinking right next you. Your eyes snapped open, a shadow of alert flying in them before it was replaced with shyness as you looked away. “So…we’re soul mates, huh?”

“Adam, you don’t need to pretend to care, okay?” you sighed, trying to prevent your voice from cracking. “Look, I, um, I kind of like you. A lot. But just because some angel planted an arrow through us, it doesn’t mean that I expect you to act like you like me too, and I’m fine with that, but just…please don’t do it.”

Your hand was suddenly enclosed by something warm and soft, confusion running through you as you looked at the intertwined hand with yours and then Adam. He gave you a small smile, his blue eyes shinning with amusement.

“You know, you look pretty cute when you think I don’t love you,” Adam chuckled, giving your hand a small squeeze. You bit your lip, cheeks plumping with your small smile. “But I think I would rather let you know that I do love you. Not because of what that angel said, but because you’re amazing, (Y/N). You are so kind, funny, and seeing you decapitate a vampire is honestly the hottest thing ever.”

"Shut up,” you laughed, unable to keep the relief off your words. There was a small, comfortable silence as Adam wrapped his arm around you, inching closer so that you could lean against him. “I love you too.”

Adam pressed his lips against the top of your head, inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo and wondering why he had waited for a cherubim to say something so simple and true. You were truly soul mates.

Okay so I’m reading this lovely book called The Hearts We Sold and despite the story being completely different, there is one part that made me think of a new FBAWTFT!AU. 

Imagine Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security, powerful wizard, excellent duelist, a formidable, heady mix of political suaveness and dwon-to-earth, no-nonsense Auror quick-thinking. Mister Graves is elegant, intimidating - beautiful the way classic statues and stained-glass saints and other unreachable things are. He’s the first crush of almost any rookie Auror crossing the Woolworth threshold; it’s him what bright-eyed people strive to be; it’s him what they think about when they’re drunk and making out with a fellow officer in the shadowy crevice of a windowsill at New Year’s parties, or giving themselves pleasure in ther cramped rented room. Mister Graves is respected by everyone, admired by most, hated by few - and loved by none. 

Or better, no, that isn’t it: there are people he loves, and that love him in return. His family, Phina and Theseus, his precious Tina, his messy pack of Aurors. But he feels he’s no good at loving them. He never has the time, and forgets birthdays, Christmases, leaves them waiting for hours in front of his door because he forgot all about the coffee he was meant to have with them; he’s always too tired, too cold, too distant, too snappy. He’s losing them, he sees it; he’s losing them all. In their eyes he sees the man they thought he was dying slowly, day by day, killed with every wrong word and every wrong choice.

 It kills him too. It makes him want to cry in rage.

He tries to be that man, the one they want - the one they need remember like love - but he simply can’t. Percival Graves can play any part, but he starts suspecting no one will ever really like the face under his masks.

One day, Percival is storming out of the Macusa, shoes hitting the sidewalk, hard and clipped as gunshots, heart hammering in his chest, so furious he’s shaking, hurting so bad he just can’t stop. 

This morning Theseus sent him a wire, told him he either starts writing back or he will stop sending his letters. Tina tried to pledge the case of a young spunky pickpocket and at his no told him she stormed out, hissing through gritted teeth that she doesn’t recognize anymore the Percival Graves that made her choose to be an Auror. His brother called, telling him he’s sensing Percival isn’t okay, that he should talk, and he snapped at him, and listened to his mother telling him he’s grown cruel and vain. It feels like everything is crumbling down. It feels like he has no idea how to fix any of it. And why, he thinks, speeding across avenues and stress and crossings, why should he? What’s wrong if a man in his position is hard, and busy, and cynical? Nothing. No, there’s nothing wrong with that - what’s wrong it’s him, it’s this fucking guilt, it’s this fucking heart - always trying to please them, always desperate to show them it’s worth of them. And he’s tired. He’s so, so tired.

That’s when Percival feels the change. It’s a crack through the air, a smell of sulphur filling his nostrils, hair standing on end on his arms. The busy street around him slows down, fading, like an insect plunged in transparent resin, and suddenly there’s a man at his side. Or something that looks like a man.

Percival straightens. “You’re a daemon,” he says, matter-of-factly.

The man-shaped thing smiles a fanged smile. Its eyes gleam like chips of strawberry candy. “Indeed I am,” he says, “And I want to offer you a deal, Percival Graves.”

“A deal? Sorry, sport. I’m not interested in anything your folks deal in. I have fame, power, respect. Charm, too.”

The daemon shakes its head. “You’re wrong, Percival Graves. There is something you want, and that I can give you. Something you yearn for. Something you crave.”

“And what would that be?”

“Peace.” The daemon’s smile widens. “Quiet. The end of the great storm raging in your chest.”

Percival stops breathing. He feels himself grow pale, his hands shake all over again. This fucking guilt, this fucking heart.

Very softly, he asks: “What do you want? What’s the price?”

The daemon tilts his head to the side - closes the distance between them. He taps at Percival’s chest. “Your heart,” it says. “Give me your heart, and you will be free. You won’t feel anything at all - no guilt, no worry, ho heartache, no disappointment. You won’t be afraid the ones that you love will grow tired of you; you won’t hurt if they will be disappointed in what you’ve become. Perfectly efficient, perfectly unperturbed, perfectly independent, forever and ever.”

Percival swallows hard. The daemon’s finger seems to burn through the fabric of his coat. “I’d be a monster.”

“You’d be at peace. Imagine, Percival Graves. You will never get angry, never get frustrated - never snap or fight or hurt them because you’re no thinking straight.” The daemon leans in, lips against his ear, a lover’s whisper. “You won’t ever be happy again, but you won’t ever know misery, either. So, what do you say? Will you give my heart?”

Percival clenches his teeth - and thinks. He thinks of Tina’s pale hard face, eyes heavy with disappoitment, of Theseus so far far away, of his mother’s sweet voice calling him cruel. 

Peace, in exchange for my heart.

I have no real use of it anyway.

He turns, and meets the daemon’s strawberry-tinted eyes. “Deal,” he says.

“Excellent,” it says. Then it’s reaching out, and sinking sharp nails in Percival’s chest, and he’s screaming.

When he wakes up, Percival is surrounded by a small crowd of worried faces, and lying on the sidewalk. He climbs back to his feet, gently refusing help or assistance, assuring everyone he feels fine. I skipped breakfast, a moment of weakness.I probably simply tripped on my feet. Thank you, ma’am, thank you, mister. He’s sleek and polished, face a little paler, eyes a little bleaker. On the back of his neck, almost invisible to anyone not looking for it, a heart-shaped mark, in the glossy red of strawberry candies. 

And that’s how Percival Graves became one of the Heartless.

                           KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 7

“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: A warning in advance, your heart is gonna HURT like a BITCH. Other than that…you get to see almost all four characters in this (in a way) and the ending is what’s gonna kill you. Sorry I posted this later in the day, but I came around to trying to post it today (although it’s midnight here). Enjoy the new part and sorry for me continuously hurting my son…[GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.8K+

Warning: FUCKIN ANGST I’M SORRY…also, cursing.


It wasn’t clicking in your head, none of it was making any sense to you, why would Kylo Ren–murderer of hundreds–save you? He couldn’t possibly dwell upon the whole soulmate thing, of course not, he has way more important matters to worry about. So why risk a mission, and his men, to find you? And why would the Resistance put innocents in harms way? And how could they possibly know about the ‘Force bond’? It wasn’t like your parents knew, now did they? “This…this doesn’t make a lick of sense…if we have a Force bond, shouldn’t I be Force sensitive?” You questioned. “And if I am, and I didn’t know, how could the Resistance possibly know?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do scenarios where Ukai Jr., Oikawa, Kuroo, and Kagurama offend their s/o but dont realize what they've done wrong and then figure it out way too late?

Okay, so I realized after I wrote this that I was pretty vague about what the issue between them was. And I couldn’t really think of a very good off comment that any of these guys would say that could lead to a potential break up, so instead I kinda did a thing where there was always something subtly wrong with their relationship but instead of ever addressing it, they pretended it didn’t exist. In turn, it leads them to make the decision to leave at the end.

Hope that makes sense and that you enjoy!

“Hey,” Ukai called from his place on the couch as he saw them pass by on their way to the front door, “you headed somewhere?” His eyes landed on them waiting for their eyes to meet. But they remained still in their spot, their gaze fixed on the knob of the door, and something about them seemed… off.

The urge to ask again began to rise in his chest but before the words could spill forward, they were pulling the door open and walking through it. A broken ‘hey, [First Name]’ is what came next as he pushed himself up from his seat. The sound of the door slamming shut reverberated through their home and he felt an odd twist in his stomach.

Usually they let him know if they were leaving or where they were going - not because Ukai was pushy for the information, but that it was a nice courtesy to ease his worries at not finding them at home. So when there was a lack of words from them even after being asked before they left caused an uneasy stirring to shift into his heart. His legs carried him to the window where the street was in view, watching her retreating figure move down the sidewalk and doing everything he could not to rip the window open and bombard them with the questions that were filling his head.

He’d wait until they got back. And then they could talk about whatever was on their mind. He’d just wait for them to come back.

They didn’t come back.

Oikawa had paced the length of their living room an ungodly amount of times since they had walked through that door earlier that day. And now, with two in the morning fast approaching, he didn’t know what to do. Calling their cellphone had only gone to voicemail and he had absolutely no idea where they had even gone. What if something happened to them? Someone could’ve attacked them. Or maybe they had gotten hurt and needed help with no way of getting it?

The very thought process brought tears to his face as he chewed at the inside of his lip - he was sure skin there was far beyond red. He could feel the way his hands were shaking as he raised them to run through the mess that was his hair. Not knowing what to do was the worst feeling in the world and he didn’t know how to handle himself. All he wanted was for them to bed back home in his arms and safe.

He heard the vibrations of his phone and his head whipped around to land on the glowing screen. The name printed across the front with their picture shot an emotion he didn’t have time to place through his being and he was answering it before he thought of what even to say to them. “[First Name],” his voice was strained, “you’re safe!”

“Where are you? When are you coming home? I was worried that—“

“Tetsurou,” the tone of their voice stopped whatever he was going to say next instantly. Kuroo’s entire form tensed at the sound of silence that stretched between the line afterwards, desperate for them to speak - to say anything. “I’m at my parents.”

Even with the information now given to him, there was still hundreds of more questions racing through his head and none seemed appropriate to ask at that very moment. Above everything else, he was glad to know that she was somewhere safe, even if it wasn’t at home with him.

Whether they knew what thoughts were running through Kuroo’s head or they had planned everything they would say to him during that phone call was unsure to him. And when they spoke next, he instantly wished he hadn’t picked up despite his worrying. “I’m not coming back, Tetsurou,” the rush of ice through his blood was instant, “I’ve made up my mind. Please don’t call me again. I’ll be back to pick up my stuff tomorrow.”

“I…” he paused - choked - what were the right words? “Why?”

“You know why.”

There was no sleeping after the line went dead. Kageyama sat with his elbows to his knees at the dining table, gaze staring down into the wood of the surface and despite not having looked away since he sat down, he didn’t know a single detail. But what were details of this life, this home, without them?

With the click of the door, his head shot up, vision blurring with black as he stood far too quickly. He felt himself calling their name, but his own voice was lost to him. And when he turned the corner to find them, he felt his heart fall from his chest, the lack of any emotion in their gaze hard to grapple with. How had he not seen how they had gotten where they were?


“Don’t,” they ducked their head down and moved across the space, pushing past him to their bedroom. Kageyama followed directly behind them, desperate to say something but unsure of what to say at all, but he couldn’t just let it end like this - he just couldn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

They paused, hands gripping at anything they could find quickly, their gaze on the bed they shared. He wanted to know how they had let themselves get this way, how they had pushed aside the problem that needed to be talked about for so long thinking that everything would be okay if they just ignored it. “We’re too late.”