nothing about you is fair

The Other Woman

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2508

Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.

Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.

The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request a first meeting after defeating Grima and Robin disappearing between Lon'qu and Robin?

[You have no idea how long I’ve waited to start writing these ohHHHh geez]

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When he was called to the castle in Regna Ferox, he didn’t know why. He didn’t care, quite frankly. Basilio and Flavia only ever needed him for tournaments, and while he used to enjoy doing them, he didn’t anymore.

Their effects stopped wearing off after the first six months. He could distract himself with the fight, with the sound of swords clanking drowning out the phantom calls of his name on your lips.

He didn’t want to go anymore, as they began to remind him that they didn’t work. That they didn’t keep you out of his head.

You had captured his body and soul when you were married. Even after your sacrifice, though, you seemed to have bound him with an endless amount of chains; each link being another memory of you that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

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“Fair Game” and the Internet

Nope. Actually it’s not.

Let’s take a look at what “fair game” actually is, shall we?

If it has been taken, then nothing about that game is “fair” or right. It’s not yours, you didn’t get permission, you didn’t even at least cite or give credit to whatever artist (and this is true for writers, too, who get their words lifted) made it.

Therefore, it is not fair. It is poached.

Dear ladies, gentlemen, and non-binaries, please do not be a poacher.

anonymous asked:

Are you taking POV insights for ASAFAF? I've always wondered what was going through Dirk's mind in the scene in the tent, when Jake comes to reason with him. Especially since he thought that Jake had lied to him (that scene, it was so painful)

If I’m allowed to be a vain motherfucker, that scene is my favorite scene.

spoilers for ASAFAF obviously

The admittance of anyone into the war tent is unusual at this hour. Your advisors have dispersed, either to their responsibilities overseeing the camp or to their own quarters to sleep. None linger, and you know it’s for their own sakes. You are not good company these days and even your most trusted lieutenants, even some of your sparring partners, are quick to leave your presence.

You don’t blame them. It’s an untenable position, to be in the care of such a man.

The prince of broken hearts, they called you early in your reign. The boy crowned to inherit a kingdom in mourning.

Before, it was a moniker for who you were, the legacy you carried. Today, it feels like what you do. You stand with your boot against Prospit, ready to crack the ribs and splinter the delicate golden kingdom’s heart.

Not a single Dersian suggests you stay your hand. It’s your hope that means you have their support. Or perhaps their blessing would be a more accurate turn of phrase. Leveraging your own simmering fury against Prospit, aided by Derse at large, the bitter betrayal your people feel.

You’ll do it. You’ll take Prospit as the peace token repaying this broken contract.

You only hope to every god who has ever visited your dreams that you are not turning into your father. A mad king, not a king gone mad.

It’s that bruise on your spirit that you’re worrying at when someone enters your tent unannounced. That anyone would visit you is an oddity. That Noir would let them enter without warning seems an impossibility.

Until you know it’s him. It takes just a moment; his hood is up, the long cloak describing him in soft flowing lines in the candlelight, but you know him by the way he holds himself and the way he looks over the war table and its chess pieces.

It’s hard to say which he is: a rabbit lost in snake’s den, or the snake slithering into your warren.

Underneath the black glass and stone guard over your heart, there is something that wants to grab him and indulge in his mother tongue: physicality. Push him against the table, scattering all the pieces to the floor and holding him against the map. Pin him down like some treacherous butterfly.

Because you were cruel. You forced Prospit’s hand and made them give you their royal son. You did that, and yet the fact they turned on you for it gives you a precarious moral high ground built of wax and kindling.

You were cruel, but you were fair.

There is nothing fair about Jake lowering his hood and subjecting you to the sight of him in firelight.

This, you think, is what will drive you mad.

Tyler Joseph Imagine- Part 2

*present time*

Later that night, Tyler was tidying up the apartment while a balsam scented candle burned, when a knock sounded on his door. He took a deep breath to prepare for whatever nonsense was about to go down, and reminded himself that he needed to play nice, before opening the door.

Y/N greeted him with a smile and a box that looked like takeout in her hand.

“I brought dinner,” she declares, holding the bag up in the air.

Tyler rolls his eyes, “It’s like nine thirty, did you think I hadn’t already eaten?”

She lets her arm fall to her side and glares at him, “The polite response would have been ‘thank you’, but no, it’s fine, really, your manners are wonderful.”

She pushes herself inside then, not bothering to wait for an invitation.

“Speaking of manners,” Tyler scoffs.

She completely ignores him, “Well?” she says, turning to face Tyler with her hand on her hip.

“Well what?”

“Are you going to teach me how to be your girlfriend or what?”

“I shouldn’t have to teach you how to be a girlfriend—“  Tyler rolls his eyes heavily, all while following her into the living room.

“Not just a girlfriend, idiot.  You’re girlfriend.  I need the details.  God, have you even thought about this at all?  Oh, and where’s your phone?”

“Uh,” Tyler patted at his pockets before pulling his phone out.  

He handed it over to her without really thinking.

“Right,” she says, “Come on then, smile big.”

She opens her arm for Tyler to stand close, before slinging it around him and counting to three. Tyler smiled, and at the last second, Y/N turns her head and kissed him on the cheek. Tyler’s skin felt the remnants of her lips, the shock shooting through his whole body. What the fuck?

“There,” she turned the phone so Tyler could look at the screen. “That’s your new lock screen.  Put my number in, too. Use some emojis or whatever.”

“Do you do this a lot?” Tyler asks.

“Hmm?” she hums, not paying much attention as she grabs a seat and starts opening the box of takeout on Tyler’s table.

“The fake-dating thing, you’re suspiciously good at it.”

She laughs, “No, but my mind wanders a lot when at work.  I thought it’d be a good idea.”

She cracks open the styrofoam lid of the box and the smell of Chinese food fills the apartment.  “So, is there anything I should know about your family before I meet them?” She asks, leaning back against the kitchen chair.

“Like what?” Tyler asks.  He joins her at the table by scooting out his own chair.

She rolls her eyes, “Like, maybe their names, for a start.  Are your siblings older or younger than you?  What’s the family dynamic? Just details that a boyfriend would tell his girlfriend.”

Tyler bit his tongue at her sassy tone and hated the idea of her intrusive questioning. But he had to give it to her, those were all things that she would know if she really was Tyler’s girlfriend though, so he sighed and answered.

“Madison, Zack and Jay,” he told him. “Those are my siblings’ names.  Mad’s twenty-two, Zack’s twenty-six, and Jay’s eighteen. Madison and Zack are both married.  Madison’s husband’s name is Will, and Zack’s wife’s name is Tatum.”

“Big family,” she remarks in between bites.

Tyler nods.

“So you’re the oldest,” she states.  “What about your parents?”

“What about them?”

“Are they together?”

Tyler nods.

“Any nieces or nephews?”

Tyler shakes his head.

“Any grandparents?”

Tyler nods.

“Any pets?”

Tyler shakes his head.

It continues like this all night.  Interrogation questions.  Tyler’s exhausted when he finally lays his head on his pillow that night, but it doesn’t stop him from staying awake and pondering the plan over in his head for hours after.

Tyler had told his family the vague truth about how he and Y/N met— that she stole his parking space on the first day he moved in and that she lived next door. The truth ended there.

Y/N insisted that they have a story for how they got together, in case anyone asked, so the official lie was that Tyler asked Y/N out after the party at her apartment.

They also discussed the more intimate details of their supposed love life.  

“Have we told each other ‘I love you’ yet?” she asked, after Tyler told her enough information about his family and life back in Columbus to make their relationship credible.

Tyler sputtered.  “What?”

“We’re supposed to have been dating for about five months, right?” she asks, “that seems reasonable.”

“I guess…” Tyler admits.  He was beginning to think that Y/N was a secret undercover agent of some sort.

“Okay, so we’re on the ‘I love you’ basis,” she says, almost to herself.  

“How affectionate are you around your family?”

“Excuse me?”

“Keep up, Joseph!” she says, clearly frustrated that she has to keep explaining herself.  “Do we hug, do we kiss, do we hold hands?”

“I— I don’t know,” Tyler says honestly.

“Well what have you done in the past when you’ve brought a girl home?”

Tyler bites his lip but stays silent.  He grits his teeth but feels his cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

She raises her eyebrows at his silence, but surprisingly doesn’t push.

“We’ll just try to be natural about it, okay?” she suggests.

That night, Tyler couldn’t sleep. Y/N had gone home a few hours ago, but Tyler’s head was still spinning with all the planning she’d put into this whole ordeal.  They’d be leaving for Columbus the next afternoon, and in some ways, Tyler couldn’t imagine pulling this off.  He’d spent a good portion of time wondering if Y/N was toying with him.  What if this whole thing was a way to prank Tyler and the second he brought her home she’d tell his family the truth?  

Tyler pushed that thought out of his mind, because in all honesty, he had no choice but to trust her at this point.

She showed up the next day with nothing but a duffel bag at her side.

“That’s all your bringing?” Tyler asks, shocked at how light it felt.

“Yeah, we’re gone for what? Four days?”

“I think I even packed more than you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffs.

“Nothing, I just thought that girls always packed their entire wardrobe whenever they went anywhere.”

“That’s exaggeration and a stereotype,” she says, “want to throw a hyperbole in there, too?”

Tyler rolls his eyes before grabbing his own duffel bag.  He swings it over his shoulder before double checking the lock and shutting the door.  

“So how long’s the drive?” she asks on the way down to the car.  

“About five hours.”

She groans, and all Tyler can think is how much he agrees.  It’s bad enough being cooped up in a car for that long alone.  He can only imagine how much worse it will be with someone you’re not particularly fond of.  

“Do you get car sick?” Tyler asks.

“No, why?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “I just don’t think I could stand getting puked on by you again.”

He tries not to notice the shade of red instantly casting over her face, he tries even harder not to notice how adorable it is.  

“I’m glad you’re not a Christmas-music-type-of-person,” she says about half an hour into the drive.  

Tyler had said little to nothing so far, but he finds himself laughing at her comment.

“I love Christmas music,” he counters.  That was an exaggeration.  Tyler kind of didn’t mind Christmas music.  He just really felt the need to disagree with everything she said.

“Well then I’m glad you’re not forcing me to listen to it,” she alters.  Tyler glances over to see her staring out the window.  She was fiddling with the ring on her finger as she gazed at the highway passing by.

“Why do you hate Christmas music so much?”

She just shrugs.

“You can’t be a Grinch around my family, okay?  They love the holidays and you can’t bring those negative, Scrooge vibes to Columbus.”

“Don’t worry, I brought my reindeer sweater,” she says, offering Tyler the slightest smile.

Tyler knew there was something up.  He could sense it by the sad tone to her voice.  He was used to snarky comebacks and constant defenses.  But instead, she sounded defeated.  Tyler knew there was a story behind her hatred, but he didn’t push.  

“Josh will probably stop by,” he says.  The silence was making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“Pink haired guy,” she says, still staring out the window.

“Yeah, he’s been my best friend for years now.  He knows about all of this, says he’ll play along.”

“Oh yeah?  And what’s he think of it?”

“Thinks it’s mental.  Thinks I should just tell my family the truth.”

“And why don’t you?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away from the outdoor scenery to look at Tyler.  

Tyler reciprocates Y/N’s earlier shrug.  “If you knew them, you’d understand.”

She nods thoughtfully before leaving it alone.  Tyler was grateful.  

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Tyler asks after a few minutes of utter silence.

Y/N looks up at Tyler again and nods ever so lightly.  He wouldn’t have even seen it if he hadn’t been staring right at her.  Tyler tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a soft shade of white.  He wonders if he’s prying too much, but he really was curious.

He goes for it, “How come you were so willing to come spend the holidays with me?  I mean it’s Christmas, didn’t you have anything better to do?” He adds a little laughter on at the end to ease the tension in the car.  

When she doesn’t answer at first, Tyler wonders if he’s upset her.  He looks over anxiously to the passengers side and see’s her fiddling with her fingers again, staring down at her lap.  She opens her mouth to speak, before closing her eyes and replacing it with a grin.  

“I just thought I’d fit in one more good deed before the New Year,” she answers as she folds her hands in her lap.

A deluded answer.  How shocking.  

Tyler thought about all the things he told her to prepare for this entire scheme.  He told her past stories and family traditions.  Things so near and dear to his heart, and it was only now that he realized that he knew absolutely nothing about her.  

“It’s not fair, you know?”


“That you know so much about me, and I know nothing about you.”

She rolls her eyes, “Let’s not forget who’s doing who the favor here, alright?”

Tyler scoffs, “That may be so, but how stupid am I going to look if my mom starts asking me questions about you when you’re not around, and I can’t answer them?”

Y/N scrunches her nose, and Tyler realizes that she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.  He feels relieved knowing that she’s not quite the expert he originally thought.  Maybe she was human after all…

She pulls her legs up on the front seat and wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them tightly to her chest.  “Fine,” she remarks.  “My dad’s a pharmacist and my mom’s a teacher.  They live in Kalamazoo with my younger twin sisters, Isabel and Cassie.  We have a golden retriever named Gravy and the reason that we’re going to your family’s instead of mine’s is because we were at my family’s for Thanksgiving.”

Tyler narrows his eyes, “You have a dog named Gravy?” he asks in disbelief.

She rolls her eyes, “His fur color resembles gravy,” she says as if it’s a fact he should have known.

“Okay, okay,” Tyler lets out a sigh, “Was any of that true?”

“Of course it’s true,” she snaps, “Why would I lie?”

Tyler puts his hands up in defeat and shrugs, “Okay, okay… just checking.”

The ride drags on torturously slow, especially after Y/N falls asleep in the passengers seat with her face pressed against the window.   He can’t help but cast occasional glances her way.  He watched as a strand of her hair slowly slides in the her face.  It rises and falls with each breath she takes.  Tyler’s not sure why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how peaceful and pretty she looked while sleeping.  He tried pushing the thought out of his head, she was rude and loud and puked on his shoes for Christ’s sake.  He shook his head and started drumming his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, trying to push through the last hour of driving without crashing the car from staring at his passenger.  

He finally stops for gas about forty five minutes outside of Columbus.  He wanted to push through, but his poor car just wouldn’t allow it.  

He’d never admit it, but he slams his door extra loud in an innocent attempt to wake her up.  He’d spent the last hour and a half sitting in absolute silence and he actually craved her company.  He smiles, pleased with himself, when she stirs awake.   He pretends not to watch through the window as he pumps fuel and purposely turns his head away once he notices her looking around, dazed.  

She’s in the midst of a grandeur yawn when Tyler climbs back in the driver’s seat.

“Nice little nap?”

“Shut up,” she snarls.

How pleasant, Tyler thinks as he continues his route back home.  Maybe she could fall back asleep again for all he cares.  

They arrived in the early evening. Tyler had Y/N announce their presence by having her text Zack when they were pulling into the driveway.  

Y/N surveyed the house as she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck. Tyler looked at her wide-eyed gaze, wondering what she was thinking about.

He didn’t have to wonder for long though… “Your house is fucking huge—“ she sputters, turning to look at Tyler from across the car.

He shrugs, “It’s just home.”

“Just home?” she gasps, “What are you, a fucking princess or something?”

“Shut it—“ Tyler snarls as he hears the front door bustle open.

“Tyler!” an array of voices shriek.  

He plasters the fake smile on his face and rushes around the car to greet his family.

His mother, of course, is the first one out.  She’s wearing an apron around her waist and has a spoon with cookie batter on it in her hand.  She wraps him up in a giant hug and plants a kiss on his cheek.  He smiles at her.

“Hi mom.”

The rest of the family piled out and Tyler next noticed Jay beaming and turning to Madison with a smirk. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

Madison gave him the stink eye in return. “Shit.”

“Why do you owe him twenty bucks?” Tyler wondered.

Jay smirks devilishly before casting a glance at Y/N, still lingering by the car.  “She didn’t think Y/N was real,” he informed him, “But I had faith in you, Ty guy.”

“You bet on me?” Tyler asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Jay and Madison said in unison, like it was completely normal to bet on your brother’s relationship status. This kind of behavior was why he needed a fake girlfriend in the first place.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters, shaking his head.  

“Exactly,” Madison says, then turned back to Jay. “That was really immature of us. Which is why I’m going to hold off on that twenty bucks.”

“You’re such a shit—“

“Stop!” Tyler’s mom says, “Enough, all of you!”  She then turned to Y/N, who was hastily holding her duffel bag and looked overwhelmed already.  

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut, this was such a bad idea.

“Jay, help her with her bag,” Tyler’s mom ordered.  Jay obliged, skipping over and taking it from her hands.  

“Thanks,” she says sweetly.

“I’m Jay,” he introduces, holding out his hand.  

She shakes it kindly and returns his smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”  

Tyler was impressed by how confident she suddenly seemed.

“Wish we could say the same about you,” Zack suddenly appears.  He introduces himself and shakes her hand, Tyler wanted to strangle him. If Y/N actually was his girlfriend, that statement would be extremely hurtful. He had no class. “But Tyler’s always really evasive when you get brought up.”

But she laughs it off easily.  Tyler was starting to become grateful for the easy confidence he usually found annoying. “That’s probably payback for that time I stole his parking space.”

After introductions were over, Tyler and Y/N made their way up to Tyler’s room to ‘get settled in’, as his mom called it.  She opened the door and let out a hasty sigh upon noticing the double bed in the center of the room.

“Oh goodie,” she said sarcastically.

Tyler honestly hadn’t thought about that—  

Y/N sat on the bed whilst pulling on her hooded sweatshirt, “So how thick are we laying this on?” she asks.  

Tyler raises his eyebrows in contemplation, “Pretty thick I’d say, if they were betting on me…”  

She chuckles, “Yeah, what the hell was that all about?”

Tyler shakes his head, “Oh, just you wait…”

“You have a beautiful home,” she says to Tyler’s mom as they join her in the kitchen.  “We brought over some leftover cookies,” Y/N announces sweetly, moving around Tyler in the kitchen with the container he didn’t even notice she brought.  He gets goosebumps as she ever-so-gently brushes her hand over his hip convincingly.  “Tyler and I baked them this week, but I see you guys have started baking without us,” she motions towards the spoon in Tyler’s mom’s hand.  

She poked her lower lip out into a pout that Tyler wanted to wipe off her face. He couldn’t decide if it was annoying or adorable, and that worried him.

“Oh my goodness!” his mom gasps, holding out her hands to take the container, “We just baked these from a package, I’m sure whatever you brought is much better!”  

She opens the lid and observes the cookies, “You convinced Tyler to bake?” she asks surprised.

“It was like pulling teeth, but the rules were that if he licked the spoon, he had to help,”  she slides into his side and wraps her arm around his waist lovingly.  Tyler instinctively coils his arm around her and waits for a reaction.

Everyone laughs at her remark.  As Y/N smiles up innocently at Tyler, he grows suspicious that they might just end up liking her more than him by the end of this.    

Later that night, everyone had congregated to the living room.  Tyler noticed Y/N lingering around the Christmas tree.  She seemed in awe and he was about to go join her, but Madison beat him to it.

“Hey,” she says smiling, “Sorry about the whole, not-thinking-you-were-real-thing…” she says, blushing slightly.

Y/N smiles, “Hey, for twenty bucks, I would’ve done the same.”

They both rejoin Tyler and the rest of the family by the couches where Tyler’s dad is using the remote to flip on the DVD player.  

“Y/N, I don’t know if Tyler told you, but it’s tradition for us to watch A Muppet’s Christmas Carol, every year,” Tyler’s dad says from the recliner.  “Have you seen it?”

Maybe he’s imagining things, but Tyler swears he feels Y/N stiffen beside him.

“Yeah, I love that movie,” she says.  Her voice is thick, but only Tyler seems to notice.  

It’s a tight squeeze this year.  Tyler’s parents claim the recliners in the room, while Zack and Tatum occupy the love-seat.  Jay plops in the bean bag chair normally located in his bedroom, and Madison and Will snuggle closely on the couch.  Tyler plants himself on the couch beside his sister before making enough room for Y/N.  He hadn’t thought about it before Y/N mentioned cuddling, but this would be where they really had to sell their relationship. They needed to look comfortable in each other’s space–it would definitely raise suspicion if they didn’t.

Y/N squeezes beside him, giving him a look of intention before burrowing into his side.  She nods ever so into his side, as if to ask, “is this okay?”  Tyler responds by wrapping an arm around her frame, trying to pay no mind to the fluttering in his stomach.  

Y/N shifted slightly as the opening credits played, and Tyler became all too aware of their proximity.  She was warm next to him, her head so close to Tylers’ that he briefly stopped breathing in an effort to stop fluttering her hair.  Her breath on the other hand, was slow and rhythmic, and Tyler could imagine being lulled to sleep wrapped up like this.

Fuck, they hadn’t even been sitting together ten minutes and Tyler was already completely losing his mind.  Tyler tried to focus on the movie to take his mind off of her, and he succeeded for a little while until she grabbed his loose hand in hers and started stroking his skin ever so lightly, and every nerve in his body was on alert again.  She seemed to notice his discomfort and immediately let go, in what Tyler was sure was an attempt to be respectful or whatever.  But Tyler frowned at that response and gathered her hand in his again.  He smiled when she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Tyler couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, and instead found himself wondering how natural and right this felt.  It was nice for once to not be subjected to a bean bag chair, alone on Christmas.  And with her, it felt even better.  

He was in trouble.

As the movie went on, Tyler felt like Y/N was uncomfortable.  He scooted his body up in order to get a good look at her face, and when wet eyes and pierced lips were what he saw, he immediately knew something was up.  But she stared straight ahead at the screen through the movie.  

Finally, Tyler thought of a cop-out.

“I don’t know about you babe, but I am beat from that drive…”

She looks up at him, confused.

“Oh, I can only imagine how exhausted you must be,” Tyler’s mom gushes, “Why don’t you head to bed?”

Tyler let’s out a yawn, “You know what, I think I will.  You coming?” he asks her.

She nods softly before standing up from the couch, even taking his hand in the process.

“Thank you again for inviting me, I’m so happy to be here,” she says sweetly.

She’s answered by an abundance of “goodnights” and “sleep well’s” before they’re off to the bedroom for the night.

Tyler hears her tiptoeing back from the bathroom, all changed into some shorts and a pajama shirt once they’re upstairs.  

“Thanks for uh- rescuing me on that one,” she says, not quite meeting Tyler’s eye.

“Yeah sure, Muppets make me emotional too,” he jokes.

She nods and smiles softly, dumping her dirty clothes into her duffel.  “That movie just reminds me of someone.”

“Is it yourself? Because you kind of resemble a Scrooge.”

She laughs and playfully pushes his shoulder.  “I am not a Scrooge,” she argues.

“I know, I know- I’m only kidding.”

Tyler grabs an extra blanket from the closet and plops a pillow down on the floor.  He notices Y/N biting her lip anxiously from the bed, like she’s thinking really hard.

“You know-“ she starts, “They could pop their head in, in the morning, or something.  If they see you sleeping on the floor, our cover’s gonna be blown. Why don’t you just sleep up here?  We might as well go all in, right?”

Tyler squints his eyes at her, sure he’s hearing things incorrectly.

“Are you sure?  You don’t have to, we can think of a lie if anyone sees…”

She shakes her head, “No, I’m sure— come on up.”  She scoots herself over so that there’s room for Tyler in the bed.  He picks up his pillow and blanket before sliding in beside her.  

Both of them lay awkwardly on their backs.

“Are you comfy?” he asks.

She nods beside him, “I’m good.”

Tyler snaps off the bedside lamp, illuminating the hundreds of star stickers that Tyler had plastered over his ceiling as a kid.

He hears Y/N gasp beside him, “That’s so cool—“ she says.  

“I stuck those up there when I was five,” Tyler tells her.  “I was always afraid of the dark but didn’t want a nightlight, so my mom came home with a bunch of light-in-the-dark stickers instead.  I loved space, so these made me feel extra safe.”

Tyler inhales as he feels Y/N lean her head on his shoulder softly.  

“I like your family,” she tells him.

“Well that’s good, cause they definitely like you.”

She scoffs as if she doesn’t believe him, “They barely know me…”

“Trust me, my mom’s treating you the same way she treated Tatum the first time Zack brought her home.  And my dad made a comment about how I ‘picked a good one’ while you were with Will and Mad.  They like you.”

She sighs deeply, “Is it weird that I’m really relieved?  Like this is a fake relationship, but I still really want their approval?” she laughs, “How weird is that?”

Tyler frowns at her reminder that this wasn’t real.  He squeezes his eyes shut and firmly pushes the urge to grab her hand again out of his head.  Yeah, he was definitely in trouble.  

There is nothing inherently fair about equalizing incomes. If the government penalizes you for working harder than somebody else, that is unfair. If you save your money but retire with the same pension as a free-spending neighbor, that is also unfair.
—  Arthur C Brooks   (1964-) American political writer.
One More Chance

Request: Y/n is a surgeon and she and shawn had broken up but then he gets into an accident and she sees his security at the hospital and they talk and it’s fluffy and a happy ending where he asks her for another chance

a/n: I don’t know much about doctor stuff and I don’t watch any medical dramas so any doctor-ish information is from a google search…And this is kinda fluffy? More fluffy towards like the end end 😂 cut me some slack it’s a hospital and I had to make it a little tense😂😂

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You never did understand the whole throwing yourself into work when something drastically changed in a person’s life.  Everything was fine and dandy with your life; you had an amazing boyfriend who was out living his dream, finished your medical school and almost done your year of an internship at a hospital so you were about to start your residency.

           You loved your job.  And one of the things you loved the most was how supportive Shawn was. On the nights he was home, he would be your personal study cheerleader, staying up with you drinking coffee into the early hours of the morning, and encouraged you through your doubts.

            But then one day, when you thought everything was fine, Shawn broke your heart and broke things off between you two.  Almost three and a half years together and he called it off because he felt like he couldn’t devote enough time to you.

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“Let me explain.”
“Murphy, get the fuck out of my tent. Now.” You glared at him, waiting for him to move, and as he didn’t, you turned around instead, walking away from him as fast as you could.
You had enough of him.

Since the day you had caught him cheating on you, you tried your best to avoid him, and so far this had worked… rather moderately.
You appreciated the fact that he tried to talk to you, that he even showed up with a beautiful flower once – something you never thought you’d see John Murphy with – but you didn’t want all this. All this was just making it even more difficult to forget about him.
To forget that you had loved him. And that somehow you still did.

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Angry little sister (sister reader on her periods x stilinski triplets)

request: Stilinski triplets request please? Maybe she’s on her period so she’s a lot more easily annoyed than usual and then she had a shit day-like caught in the rain,tests etc- on top of her really painful cramps and pain in the ass brothers fighting&tryjng to fight with her so she snaps and rants at them and they’re all taken aback til Stuart understands why she did(he keeps track to avoid that but forgot) and they all apologise&suck up to her with cuddles, food, tea, tv and jokes etc? Pretty please?.

A/N: this took me over two hours to write, but I wanted to do it so here it is! I hope it doesn’t suck ass… 

”It wasn’t my on my turn!” Thomas yelled.

”Yes it was! No one else in this house is stupid enough to put white laundry with red, now all my clothes are pink!” Start screamed back at his brother. ”You barely even know how to put the machine on, Thomas!”

”It could’ve been Stiles!” Thomas defended himself.

”Me? Dad doesn’t let me near that thing and you know why! It wasn’t me for sure!” Stiles yelled back.

”Why are all the dishes dirty?” Stuart yelled from kitchen. While Thomas accused Stiles, he had escaped to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, but all the cups were dirty, in the dishwasher or in the sink. ”Who was supposed to take care of the dishes this week?” He yelled and walked back to the bathroom where Stiles and Thomas were yelling at each other.

”Don’t you see we have other things to worry about?” Stiles snapped.

”So it was you.” Stuart realized. Stiles gave him a look, a look that said ’yeah, so?’ and it really angered Stuart. ”Oh so it’s too lowly for your highness to wash the dishes? Is it hard enough for you to just push one button to put the machine on? Are your brains so tiny?”

”Insults huh?” Stiles mocked. ”Are you too proud to do your own dishes then? You know you could just wash with your hands your own cup so you could drown yourself in coffee!”

”And it’s not like you haven’t done anything wrong!” Thomas snapped at Stuart.

”You have left things done too, you idiot!” Stiles slapped the back of Stuart’s head with his palm. ”Remember that time I asked you to put my jeep ready so I could get school faster, when I was already late?”

”Which time? You’re always late.” Stuart shot back.

”I didn’t mean that!” Stiles’s whole body shook from anger.

”Yeah, so?” Stuart mimicked Stiles. ”If that is the only time I have done something ’wrong’” He quoted ”then I can’t be the one to be blamed at. You two are obviously the lousiest ones in the family!”

”Well I ride the car!” Stiles announced proudly.

”Like we others couldn’t?” Stuart retorted. His gaze then fixed with Thomas and he said ”Well most of us.” Thomas gasped.

You walked in while listening the fight in the bathroom. So dad wasn’t home, once again. You sighed. Then you walked to the bathroom, to go fetch clean and dry new clothes, walking past your brothers.

You had gotten wet on your way back home, there had been raining hard and you didn’t have an umbrella with you, because the day was supposed to be clear, with sun shine. And you had just been informed by that morning while you went to the bathroom in school before the first class that your periods had started. You had fought through the classes against the pain that went through you, not having any pain killers with you. You had missed lunch in school too, because your friends wanted you to help them with some music class project and their only chance to practice was at the time when school lunch was. And to top that, Stiles hadn’t answered his phone so you had to walk home from school because you couldn’t contact with him to pick you up!

But you didn’t care to open up to your brothers about your awful day, no, not now when they were fighting and yelling. You only wanted to get your shirt and head to your room.

So you went to search for a certain white shirt, but all you could see was pink clothes. Odd. You didn’t have that much pink clothes. And the boys didn’t wear pink, neither did your dad. Unless…

”WHO THE FUCK HAS DYED MY WHITE SHIRT PINK?!” You yelled as loud as you could, your lungs hurt from the sound you made, your throat itching. All your brothers tensed and they looked at you, frozen and quiet. Then Stiles and Stuart pointed at Thomas.

”Well of course it’s Thomas…” You muttered loudly.

”It wasn’t me! I swear!” Thomas yelled back. ”You guys always blame me!” Then Thomas looked at Stiles. ”If I’ll get in trouble, you’ll get in too!”

”What are you-” Stiles started but Thomas cut him off.

”You haven’t washed the dishes! To me it’s worse than messing the clothes! What do we do when we have to eat, huh? Do the dishes and wait for thirteen minutes because you messed up?”

”Ha!” Stiles gasped. ”So you do admit it was you who messed the laundry!”

”What ever, we still have the dirty dishes…” Stuart reminded.

”You’re the one to talk, car saboteur!” Stiles shot back at Stuart who just rolled his eyes at him.

”OH WOULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” You yelled. Your brothers stopped talking and looked at you with wide eyes. ”I’m so sick of this! Like you had rough time… You didn’t have to go through the whole day without food, didn’t have to walk home in that cold rain or have to listen to this stupid argument of nonsense. You, Stiles! It’s your fault that I’m now soaking wet, and it’s Thomas’s fault I can’t change because you ruined my clothes and Stuart just FUCK!” You snapped the last word. You were tiny bit of relieved your dad wasn’t home, he couldn’t stand swearing.

”Why the fuck you didn’t answer to your fucking phone, Stiles?! You guys always give me the hard time when I don’t pick up but when it’s about you it’s nothing! What a fair game, boys!” Stiles could only whisper that his phone died, he didn’t dare to argue. You were scaring the shit out of them.

”I haven’t done anything wrong!” Stuart said to his brothers’ surprise and horror. They begged him to shut up, not wanting you to explode. Stuart only crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you. ”Why are you yelling at me? I haven’t done anything unlike you, you’re here ranting like a crazy person. It’s not like you’re an angel compared to us!”

You felt a pain go through your body again. You put your hands around your stomach, holding it and then crying out ”Well sorry if I had a bad day!” You sniffled. ”Sorry for even being born! I didn’t know it was only boys that get to argue and yell in here! Didn’t know that women in this family have to just shut up and suffer from the bad energy you cause!” You started crying, letting your body fall against the wall down, curling into a ball and hiding your red and wet face. ”I’m so sick of this… Fucking shit day and… Stupid family…”

”Way to go Stuart!” Stiles hit Stuart on the back of his head again.

Thomas looked worriedly at his brothers. ”Is she alright?”

Stuart went through all what had happened with you. You held your stomach, you yelled, you cried easily… Of course!

Stuart snatched your phone from the pocket of your wet hoodie, you yelling at him from taking it, he broke easily through your security code and went to your calendar. Shit. He had messed up with his calculations! You were a week early on your periods! Your menstrual cycle had changed and you had your periods now instead of next week! Stuart had always tried to keep up with your cycle, so he could avoid angering you. It was his silent and unknown way to show he cared.

”She’s on her periods.” Stuart told his brothers and Stiles and Thomas understood right away. Stuart studied your phone, you had put notes to your calendar of your symptoms, how bad the pain was, where else it hurt and other like that. You had rated the pain being the worst you had ever experienced before during your periods.

”I’ll get the pain killers and wash her a cup for tea.” Stuart said and left with your phone. Thomas said to Stiles he’d go get something from his room. Stiles didn’t know how to help, but he knew how he’d like to help you. He let his body fall on the floor next to you, wrapping his arm around your whimpering body.

”Why didn’t you tell us you were in pain?” Stiles said softly, caressing your shoulder with his thumb. You took your head out from hiding behind your legs, but didn’t look at Stiles.

”You wouldn’t understand.” You sniffled. ”And besides, it’s not something boys want to hear about…”

”Yeah, but you don’t have to tell us about how it is, just how it affects you. We don’t know how you feel if you won’t tell us, ok?”

”Here’s the tea.” Stuart said, then lowering himself to sit in front of you, handing you the tea and two pills of pain killers.

”I didn’t know we still have these.” You said to yourself when you got the pills to your hand.

”We don’t but I usually hide some in my room for things like this. I know how those always run out quickly and it takes forever to get anyone go buy new ones.” Stuart said and watched you take the pills and take a sip of the tea.

”I found it!” Thomas yelled and got to the bathroom. He had one of his shirts with him, a white one, just like the one you had been looking for, but in men size and it was a little bit different from yours but close enough. How had he known you had been looking for your shirt that looked like that?

You took the hoodie off, thank god the top you had under it was dry, you didn’t have to strip naked in front of your brothers, then you took the shirt from Thomas and pulled it on. It was a little bit too big for you but it was warm and dry. All you needed. After you had put the shirt on, Stiles took a comfortable position and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again.

”Hey!” Thomas cried out and made everyone look at him. ”I want to cuddle too…” He said. You smiled at him and pat the empty space beside you, gesturing him to join you. He happily did and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

”Ouch!” You winced from the sudden pain.

”Didn’t the meds work?” Stiles asked. He looked at you worriedly.

”(Y/n) you shouldn’t sit here on a cold hard floor. Lets get you to the couch.” Stuart stood up, he leaned closer to you, holding his hand out and helped you up, then Thomas wrapped his arm around your waist so he could help you to the couch.

”I can walk on my own, Thomas.” You said softly to him.

”Yes, but if you get a cramp and you fall and you hit your head or something?” Thomas tried to convince you to be careful. You just sighed at him.

”You do realize that that is not very possible to happen.” You reasoned but Thomas reduced to let go. He helped you to sit on the couch and then gave you a blanket, you had to snap at him when he tried to help to tug you in, insisting you could do it yourself.

Stuart had made you more tea, and Stiles had put pizza in the oven. You laughed at Stiles when he announced proudly that he had succeeded to make dinner for you all. It was sweet of him, and sweet from the others that they wanted to help you so much.

You all three sat on the couch, watching a movie Stuart had picked up, because Stiles would’ve picked Star Wars, and Thomas didn’t much care about movies.

You argued was the movie so realistic with Stuart, while Stiles was trying to steal pizza piece from Thomas, his body laying on top of your and Stuart’s legs.

Stuart insisted that you would keep the other guys aware of your menstrual cycle so there wouldn’t be any mess ups with that. You were interested of why Stuart had even started keeping a track of your periods in the first place, but he didn’t let you know much about it. Though you had an idea. He, like the other brothers of yours, was overprotective and worried. Every time you got a cramp, Stuart let you squeeze his arm, to let him know how bad the cramps and the pain was.

You had a one really bad cramp during the movie, your body hurting so much that you doubled over, your body squeezing Stiles in between of your stomach and you legs while he was still laying on you legs. He patted your back, telling you it’s oaky and it’ll go away soon. Thomas did the same, hugging you after the bad cramp.

”Aww, the movie ended…” You moaned sadly. ”I know what we should watch next!” You said excitedly and got ready to get up from the couch, but Stiles didn’t move from the top of your legs. ”Uh? Could you move?” You asked, but Stiles shook his head.

”You’re not getting up from the couch.” He told you and in the corner of your eyes you could see that Thomas and Stuart agreed.

”But the movie stopped! And I know exactly the movie which we should watch next!” You explained but you didn’t get anywhere.

”I can go find something to watch. You guys just wait here.” Stuart said and went up stairs to get something. You sighed and folded your arms pouting.

”(Y/n), you look so cute when you do that!” Thomas laughed and squeezed your cheeks.

”Thomas! Stop that!” You cried out. ”I’m trying to make a stand and you’re embarrassing me!”

”Were you trying to look fierce or cute?” Stiles mocked and laughed at you. You glared at him and lifted your body, Stiles falling off the couch and dropping on the floor. You laughed at him with Thomas. ”Oh is that so?” Stiles challenged, got up as fast as he could, then he sat where Stuart used to sit, wrapping the blanket around you so tightly that you could barely move and then lifting you on his lap. ”Try to kick me off the couch now!” He smirked.

”Stiles!” You yelled while you tried to fight your way out of the cocoon. Stiles wrapped his arms around the nice packet and locked you in place, only laughing at you when you tried to get off from the hold of your brother.

It was almost midnight when your dad came home. He closed the door carefully, knowing you all would be sleeping, but when he saw the light coming from the living room he wondered were you  sleep after all. He walked to the living room, but what he saw was beyond his imagination.

There the all four of you were. Thomas on your left side, leaning against you, Stuart on your right side, his body pressed against the couch’s back and his head fallen back. Stiles had you sleeping in his lap, wrapped in a blanket, your back resting against his front.

Your dad smiled at the four of you, then shaking his head, closing the tv where the light came from, then leaving and going to bed on himself.

I Like You ⟪Part II⟫ » Jack Maynard

Request: 2/2 but she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with Jack because they are both young and since she can’t do things Jack like (clubbing or going on vacation) she doesn’t want to take that away from him but he says it doesn’t matter as long as they are together? Please and thank you!

“Y-you what?” You asked shocked.

“I like you.” He grinned. He liked you. Your crush liked you. Your mind was numb and Kendall’s stirring in your arms brought you back to reality.

“I-I’m sorry, Jack. Can we talk about this later?” You questioned. His face fell and the smile you loved was wiped off his face.

“Yeah, sure!” He smiled weakly and left the room. You sighed dejectedly but continued cradling your sister to sleep. You liked Jack too but you couldn’t do the things people your age would do and you didn’t want to stop him going out with his friends or go on a lad’s holiday. You couldn’t do that to him. He would find someone else.

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the city is a self-contained
a different sort of beast. one you
might grab by the horns only
with the hope of
wrenching one free to use as a weapon,
because you know, you know, this
city cannot be tamed.
this city will not love you
even if you feed it (it
will not hesitate to bite the hand that does),
and there will be nothing fair
or equal
or romantic about the way
you trip on the sidewalks and miss
your train at midnight,
or the way it rains.
it will not pause before trapping
you between its jaws,
shaking until you scream “betrayal,”
but of course it won’t be,
because the city is a self-contained wilderness
and you knew this
when you tried to hold it between
your arms
instead of slits of dusk and sky.
—  and in the half-light you’d swear the sidewalk had teeth // j.a.s
Avenging Angel: Part 13

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11 – Part 12

“I love you, sweetheart,” your mother whispered. “Never forget that.”

“What’s wrong, mommy?”

“Nothing, baby. Everything is going to be perfect, I promise you.”

You sat up in your bed and looked at your mother’s gorgeous face in all of your six-year-old seriousness. “Mommy, you’re scaring me.”

She pulled you into her arms, squeezing you tightly like she did whenever you woke her up after having a nightmare. “Promise me that you’ll be good for daddy, okay?”

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Preference #3: He Gets Jealous


You sat at a barstool next to Dean, sharing a funny story about a salt and burn that you had been on once when the bartender set a drink down in front of you, gesturing to a table in the corner. You looked over at the corner, and the guy there waved to you. He was kind of cute and seemed nothing at all like the usual creeps who tried to pick you up in bars. Dean was totally forgotten as the guy walked over and boy was he jealous.

Sure he had no real reason to be jealous, but that didn’t mean anything. He wanted you to notice him, not the potential mass murder that you knew nothing about. It wasn’t fair. Plus Dean may have had a crush on you, but he kept telling himself that that wasn’t why he was so jealous. Of course he could say it wasn’t the reason all he wanted and that didn’t mean it was true.

In fact when the guy took a seat next to you and introduced himself, Dean reached his hand out from behind you and shook the guy hand. “Hi, I’m Dean, we’re here together,”he gestured between you and himself. He didn’t say it was obviously trying to make the guy think you were a couple without you finding out he was doing it. You weren’t stupid though, and you plainly saw that he was jealous of the guy. You decided that you would much rather talk with Dean than the stranger anyway, so you nodded right along with Dean. It wasn’t long before the guy left with a melancholy expression. 

Once he was gone you turned to Dean with a smirk. “So, jealous of the random stranger?” you asked. Dean’s face turned a red colour that you found actually kind of cute. It probably because you had thought of him a blusher before, and had never seen him blush, but you found it cute. You rolled your eyes at Dean’s sputtering and dragged him out of the bar by his arm.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he mumbled once you were in the Impala. You gave him a look, raising an eyebrow pulling your lips back in a disbelieving line. “I wasn’t!” He defended, but your look didn’t falter, and Dean sighed under your look. “Alright, I was jealous, sue me!” The car purred to a start and you smiled, a small laugh escaping your lips as Dean pulled out of the parking space.


You were interviewing a police officer about the case you were on, and you were having a hard time getting any information out of him, so you had to turn in your charm. You smiled at the officer and bat your eyelashes. “We’re just curious, nobody would know if you just happened to let some information slip,” you have him your best Scarlett O'Hara smile and he was putty in your hands.

While the officer started dishing out information Sam stood with a slight pout that he wasn’t doing a good job at hiding. Once you had gotten the information you needed, you made your way out of the station, a sulking Sam behind you. “What’s up with you?” you asked as you walked down the street to the Impala.

Sam shrugged, “It’s nothing,” he told you, but at your frown, he sighed. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” Sam looked down , and you smiled a little bit, because you were pretty sure that you had heard some jealousy in his voice. You hadn’t pegged Sam as the jealous type, but you supposed that everyone got jealous at some point.

“If I batted my eyes at you would you feel better?” You asked, clinging onto his arm and batting your eyelashes up at him. Sam laughed and shook his head at you. He wasn’t stupid and he knew that you had caught on to his jealousy, and because of that he blushed. It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend, or anything, so he knew had no right to be jealous,but he couldn’t help it. You didn’t seem to be too bothered by it, so Sam didn’t say anything, he just put an arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed.


Dean was your friend, and he hadn’t been, nor would he ever be anything more than your friend. However Castiel still got jealous of Dean when the two of you were working on the case and laughing together. Cas didn’t understand why he felt jealous of you and Dean’s friendship, but he did. He had asked to help with the research, so he could spend some time with you,but instead he was just staring grumpily at Dean with his arms folded.

“Are you alright Cas?” Dean asked looking over at him. Cas’ reply was pouty, but he saw that he was infact fine, and Dean just shook his head and announced that he was going to go get a beer. Castiel only pouted more when you hollered for him to get you one as well. You furrowed your eyebrows at the angel, wondering what his problem was. You hadn’t known him all too long, but he never acted like this.

“Castiel, what’s wrong? Please tell me.” You gave him puppy eyes that rivalled Sam’s in hopes of getting Castiel to tell you what was bugging him. He was acting very childerish, and while part of you found it quite adorable, you couldn’t have him pouting the whole day either. You sighed and nudged him when he said nothing,”Castiel.”

“I don’t know,” his voice was even more gravelly than normal,”I don’t know what I’m feeling.” He noticed your look of confusion and sat up, replacing his childish pose for a more mature one, and elaborated. ”You and Dean share a special bond. I don’t…like it. I can’t explain,I just- I want us to have a bond like that.” He looked like he was physically perturbed about this whole concept and it brought a smile to your lips.

“Castiel, what you’re experiencing right now it’s jealousy. It’s a very human emotion actually. Don’t worry though Castiel, we will become good friends. Maybe even better friends than me and Dean.” You sent him a teasing wink and smiled at him. This seemed to an answer Castiel liked though, because he beamed at you. He wanted to be much better friends with you than Dean was.


Crowley walked along next to you, one of his demon servants on the other side of you. He had a little something to take care of and while he took care of it, he was going to leave you with his servant so that no harm would come to you. That was until he noticed how his servant was staring at you. He had told you something funny and you were laughing at whatever it had been. He was looking you over in a way Crowley didn’t like. He also walked closer to you than Crowley would have liked for him too. His hand kept hitting yours, and while you didn’t really seem to realise or mind, Crowley did.

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist and looking over your head at the servant, casting him a meaningful look his way. He didn’t seem to get the hint though, it would seem, because he just kept right on talking to you. Crowley wasn’t one to get all pouty though, no he was the exact opposite, if he was jealous he would fix it himself. He stopped walking, and since he had an arm around you, you stopped too. You have him a confused look, but when he leaned down and kissed you you kissed back willingly. It wasn’t too long of a kiss, but it was definitely a long enough one for his servant to get the hint. When he stopped kissing you he gave his servant  a smug smile and continued walk with you next to him.

You gave Crowley a look of confusion, but before he could explain himself to you, you were at the place he needed to be at. You stood in silence for a few moment before you tried to talk with Crowley’s servant, but he didn’t give much of a reply. You didn’t understand what had happened, you had been getting on fine a few minutes ago after all. It was with a sudden realisation though, that you understood why he was being so quiet. Crowley had gotten jealous and that’s why he had kissed you. It made sense to you now, what with the smirk he had given his servant and all.

When Crowley got out of the building you smile at him and wrapped your arms around one of his. He smiled at you and send another look toward his servant, just confirming your suspicions. As you began walking you stood up on your tiptoes and whispered into his ear so that his servant couldn’t hear “I see you’re jealous of your servant.” Crowley looked a little shocked, probably because he hadn’t expected you to catch on to his jealousy, but eventually he just smirked.

“Not anymore, love.”

Drabble 8: All Is Fair [1] (Lafayette X Reader)

Request!:  Hey guys! I think 17 and 50 with Laf would be amazing! (Everything y'all do is amazing tbh)

Prompts: 17. “If you die, I’m going to kill you.”, 50. “Please don’t leave.”

Paring: Lafayette X Reader

TW: Cursing? Maybe?, mentions of drinking, guns, war, yelling, erratic behavior, idk what else

WC: 906

A/n- I like this one



All is fair in love and war. 

But nothing is fair.

You were about to lose the only person you care about.

“(Y/n) (L/n). If you walk out of that door, you are no longer my daughter.“ Your father warned.

Your hand held onto the door knob. This was your way out. You can finally make a name for yourself. Defy society. Become strong.

"Please don’t leave… Don’t leave me…”

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left. 

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Frat Brat. -Joe Sugg Imagine.

You couldn’t help but sigh as you slumped against your locker. Closing your eyes, you pinched the bridge of your nose, listening to students shuffle by you and murmur about their weekend plans and parties they plan on attending later tonight. You sighed once more, releasing a stressful breath as you fluttered your eyes open and began to fiddle with your lock.

“What’s got you so down in the dumps? It’s feel good Friday!” Alice, your best friend beamed as she strolled up to her locker which is placed beside yours. “C'mon Your/Nickname! Don’t be so pouty!” She giggled, grabbing both of your cheeks and pressing them together making a small smile play on your lips while you rolled your eyes playfully.

“It may be feel good Friday, but I’m not feeling so good, especially since it is only nine in the morning.” You explained, unlocking your locker and pulling the door open.

“Why aren’t you feeling so good? You’re usually beaming with excitement for our Friday nights at the movies!” She gasped, throwing a hand over her heart and pouted at you causing you to laugh.

“Well, you know how I had to get in an hour early today?” You asked, taking out your English notebook seeing Alice nod. “Mrs. James called a newspaper meeting and she decided that today was the day to give everyone new pieces to write about, so you’re now looking at the Sports Journalist. I have to write about the football match tonight.” You huffed, gathering your English book report and novel into your arms and watched as Alice nodded her head in realization.

Today wasn’t exactly going to your usual plan. Last night you received an email from Mrs. James, the head of the school’s newspaper. Mrs. James explained how she wanted to discuss some news for the paper so you all had to arrive into school an hour earlier. Usually, you didn’t mind since you loved writing for the school paper. You have a column of your own, ‘The Reading Corner.’ Each week, you write about a book that you’re currently reading or have read and recommend it to the readers. It was a simple column that you enjoyed writing since you were a book-worm. Today, unfortunately, your plan spiraled out of control.

“Okay, now my young writers! Today, we’re going to switch things up. Today, I’m going to give each of you a different column to write, you must learn to write out of your comfort zones! So, Oli, instead of you writing about the football match tonight, Y/N will be writing up about it while you can write about your favorite novel!” Mrs. James gleamed with an energetic smile.

Your jaw dropped instantly at her words.

“Mrs. James this isn’t fair! I know nothing about sports!” You panicked, your hands flying to your sides. You couldn’t just break off your plans with Alice. You didn’t want to watch a bunch of sweaty guys run around on a pitch for two hours. You had plans! Friday night was always movies and pizza night with Alice.

“Well, I’m sure that Mr. White will help you, won’t you Oli?” Mrs. James replied calmly, your head turning to face Oli seeing him smile timidly at you with rosy cheeks as he nodded.


“No buts, Miss. L/N. It’s settled. It will be exciting to see the article you produce.” She grinned, moving onto the next student while you slumped back against your chair in annoyance. Sports wasn’t your thing. Football, especially wasn’t your thing. Maybe one or two of the players were cute, but you didn’t want to waste your Friday night watching guys chase a ball.

“Hey! I don’t know why you’re complaining! You get to look at the Team Captain all night! Joe Sugg, What a babe!” Alice grinned, sighing dreamily. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at her while glancing over to her pointedly.

“Really Alice? You like that bonehead?” You asked, shutting your locker while pulling your books close to your body. You watched as she mimicked your actions, her eyes rolling while she shook her head, gathering her own books.

“Oh please Y/N! How can you not like love him? He’s got the most beautiful blue eyes, he’s got such a toned and sexy body, he makes me weak!” She gasped, her hand pressing to her forehead, acting like she was about to faint making you gag.

“Oh and don’t forget that he f*cks anything that has legs.” You sneered, pushing yourself away from the lockers and strolling down the hallway, swinging a right to enter your class.

“Hey! So maybe he’s played around, but so what? He’s hot!” Alice defended, her hand swatting your arm making you wince and nudge her hip with yours.

“Alice! He’s pretty much f*cked every girl in this school! I can’t believe you’ve fallen under his spell!” You retorted, taking your seat by the window while Alice took hers beside your table. “He has every girl in his school, wrapped around his finger! He even has poor Becky doing his biology homework and math homework for him!” You huffed, your eyes now rolling in annoyance at the thought of what Joe has done to every girl in this school.

“Speaking of the Frat Brat.” You murmured, sinking yourself back against your chair watching as the English door opened wide, the Frat Brat now walking in confidently with his posse.

First strolled in the ring leader of the group, the frat brat himself, Joe Sugg.

You rolled your eyes seeing him glance around the room, his eyes eyeing up the girls that sat in the middle of the room. As always, he was dressed in his tight skinny jeans, a graphic t-shirt with a design of a girl’s chest sprawled along the front, a leather jacket covering his arms and body. A snapback resting on his head facing the wrong way around.

What exactly is a Frat Brat?

According to the dictionary,

A frat brat is a young man who behaves in a boisterous or foolish manner considered typical of members of some college fraternities.

In your dictionary,

A frat brat is and will always be Joe Sugg. The boy who f*cks anything with legs. The boy who breaks every girl’s heart but somehow magically fixes it with a wink. The boy who drinks and throws parties almost every Friday night and every weekend. The boy who barely turns up into class and is known for skipping constantly. The boy who pulls too many pranks that make your blood boil. The boy who is the Team Captain on the school’s football team. The boy that every girl wants to get into bed with. The boy who every girl flirts shamelessly with. The boy every girl dreams about during class time. he boy who has every girl wrapped around his finger.

The boy you despised.

Following after him, came his best friend, or also know as his sidekick. Caspar Lee.

Very much like Joe, Caspar was quite loud and boisterous. He pulled pranks and was also another key player on the football team. As a matter of fact, Caspar and Joe are so close that they’re roommates. It would be rather unusual if you saw Joe without Caspar or Caspar without Joe, they were pretty much like brothers. 

Following after Caspar, was Alfie Deyes who was then followed by Marcus Butler.

The Frat Brat’s of the school.

You raised a brow, watching as Joe smoothly sauntered down to your desk.

“Hey babe.” Joe smirked, his hands pressing down against your table, his blue eyes now meeting yours.

“Hi Joe!” Alice giggled, her face flushing as she crossed her legs, one over the other while she started to twirl a strand of her dirty blonde hair around her finger. You folded your arms across your chest and rolled your eyes seeing him nod to Alice, ignoring her as he turned to face you.

“So, babe, I hear that you’re swinging by the match tonight, obviously you’re coming to see me play. The main star of the show.” Joe smirked, his eye’s now travelling down to your chest while his tongue darted out and swiped across his lips.

You smiled tightly, straightening your posture while placing your hand underneath Joe’s chin and tilting his head up seeing his stare slowly leave your chest and now meet your eyes.

“Firstly, My eyes are up here, Sugg.” You stated, patting Joe’s cheek while smiling sweetly at him. Sitting back against your chair, you pursed your lips together in dissatisfaction. You listened in the background hearing the sounds of ‘ooh’s’ fill the room. “Secondly, I’m not your babe. And yes, unfortunately it is true. I’m writing up about the match, it’s not that big of a deal. The only sad part about it, is that I have to waste my Friday night watching you and your guys kick a ball around.” You exasperated, drumming your nails across the table. Your eyes narrowed at Joe as he slowly inched his face closer to yours.

“Ouch.” He whispered, his eyes narrowing at you before he drew back.

“You’ll catch me later, sweetheart.” He grinned cockily, winking at you before he brushed by you and continued to walk to the back of the class.

“If you’re lucky.” You murmured, sliding your phone out of your pocket, logging onto instagram and ignoring the looks people were now flashing you.

He has some nerve.

Who does he think he is staring at your chest? 


“Y/N!” Alice hissed, your head snapping to the side to face her.

“What?” You asked, knitting your eyebrows confused, meeting Alice’s icy cold glare and red face. You noticed that her shoulders were tense and her hands were now gripping onto the table tightly.

“You didn’t have to be so rude to him! He was talking to you! Do you know how much money I would pay to get him to talk to me!?” She barked, her eyes giving you a judgmental look.

“Alice, I don’t have time for a f*ck boy like him. I’m not wasting my time or my breath by having a nice little chit chat with him when he clearly isn’t interested in a real conversation.” You exasperated keeping a stern tone in your voice. You watched as she shook her head while you shoved your phone into your pocket seeing Mr. Lawrence walk into the classroom, a brown brief case in hand and his glasses pushed up along the bridge of his nose.

“Good morning everyone!“  He chirped, his briefcase slamming onto the wooden desk. "Now, please open your novels onto page seventy eight.”


“I can’t believe that I’m here.” You grumbled, running your lip balm across your lips before you stepped out of your car.

“Neither can I! We get to watch the hottest team captain ever run around the pitch!” Alice squealed, running ahead of you making you roll your eyes.

How could she waste her time drooling over a f*ck boy?

“Hey Y/N.” A voice beamed. You turned around and smiled seeing Oli jogging up behind you.

“Hey Oli, what brings you here?” You questioned, slowing down your walk as he ran a hand through his hair, now casually strolling alongside you.

“Well, I did promise to give you a hand with writing this article for the school paper. I thought, maybe I could help keep you company? Maybe give you a few tips on things you should take note of?” He asked. You couldn’t help but feel a smile now tug at your lips while your cheeks blushed.

“Oli, I don’t know how I could ever thank you. I would really love it, if you could help me and keep me company.” You grinned, smiling up at Oli gratefully seeing him mirror your grin.

“Alice isn’t the best of company, as you can see..” You laughed slightly, motioning to yourself since you were left by yourself.

“She seems occupied..” Oli trailed off, his head nodding ahead. You followed his gaze before you scoffed seeing Alice, along with at least ten other girls surrounding Joe, handing him water bottles and towels. 

“Oh please, she’s so ridiculous!” You groaned, shaking your head at the sight seeing Joe soak up all of the attention. “He’s unbelievable!” You continued, glancing up to Oli hearing him chuckle to your words.

“Isn’t he? He likes to think he’s God’s gift to women!” He laughed, his hand now pressing to the small of your back while he lead you up along the steps of the bleachers, sitting you both down on the bench.

“Tell me about it! He’s so ridiculous, I don’t know what these girls see in him!” You giggled, reaching into your purse and pulling out your notebook and pen.

“I ask myself that all the time!” Oli grinned, making you both bubble up with laughter before he smiled catching his breath.

“I’ll go and get us some popcorn and drinks, how does coca-cola sound to you?” He offered, stepping down a couple of steps as you smiled nodding your head, grabbing some change from your pocket.

“That sounds perfect, here let me give you the-”

“It’s on me!” Oli smiled, cutting you off before he began to jog down the steps of the bleachers, heading towards the food stand.

You grinned shaking your head before you uncapped your pen, opening up your notebook before you began writing down a couple of notes about the atmosphere around the pitch. You felt your phone buzz, fishing it out of your pocket you glanced down to a text message from Alice, your eyes rolling seeing the message being a picture of her and Joe.

“Well, well, well. It’s so nice to see you again, sweetheart.” A voice drawled out. Lifting your eyes from your notebook, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes roll in annoyance before you glanced down to your notebook.

“What is it that you want, Sugg? Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” You queried, doodling along the corner of your page.

You felt your head now being tilted up, your eyes now meeting a fascinating pair of blue eyes. You noticed that Joe was now crouched down in front of you, his body covered by his football uniform which was a simple design of a white colour and black stripes. You couldn’t help but eye his facial features, noticing the light amount of stubble covering his jawline along with the way his lashes framed his eyes.

“Well babe, I was thinking that since I’ll be down on the pitch, you could mind this for me?” Joe asked, his hand now lifting his snapback off of his head, positioning it on top of yours. You felt your eyes widen at his actions, looking up at the sporty snapback resting on your head.

“I don’t exactly know what you’re playing at Sugg but I don’t think that’s a good idea. Why don’t you ask one of your girls, yeah? I’m sure they’d take great care of it.” You smiled sweetly, removing the snapback from your head, placing it back onto his. You observed the way Joe concentrated on you, his tongue dampening his lips while he studied your face. You watched as he removed the snapback and re-positioned it on top of your head.

“Well, I don’t trust those other girls. I’m putting my trust in you to mind this for me. You know, you look beautiful with that snapbackof mine. Maybe I’ll let you keep it.” Joe whispered, his voice smooth. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his words. Your heart rate was now increasing rapidly while your breath hitched feeling Joe’s hand now push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You know, I’m going to win the match.” Joe smirked, a cheeky tone lacing in his voice.

“Yeah?” You breathed, feeling the stare of girls on the back of your head and along the side of your head as everyone eyed Joe and you.

“Mhmm. I’m going to win it, just for you.” He whispered cockily, his free hand now pressing to your knee while his other hand continued to cup your cheek.

“You sound confident.” You stated, biting down on your lower lip feeling your stomach swirl.

“That’s because I know I’m going to win.” He smirked, before he leaned into you closely, his voice breathing over your skin.

“Stay right here, babe. It will be a great view for me.” He whispered, his eyes dropping down to gaze at your chest before he smoothly drew away from you, winking cheekily.

“Make sure to cheer extra loud for me, sweetheart. I’ll catch you after the match.” He grinned smugly, leaving you breathless and speechless as he walked away from you and made his way down to the pitch.

You drew in a shaky breath feeling butterflies swim around your stomach while your heart thumped heavily against your rib cage. 

What just happened?

“Hey, nice hat! Where did you get that?” Oli grinned, sitting down beside you with a large popcorn and two drinks.

You turned to gaze into Oli’s eyes feeling completely dazed over everything that happened in that one fleeting moment. Your hands were clammy and your stomach was now fluttering with bigger butterflies while your lips parted, no words leaving your lips since you felt rather speechless.

“I, erm..”

“Okay students! Everybody get your hands together and welcome our football team!” A voice cheered, everyone now flying to their feet in excitement, clapping and cheering loudly for the football team as they all ran out onto the field.

Your eyes were now drawn to the one person that you never thought would ever gain your attention.

The Frat Brat himself, Joe Sugg.


Hello lovelies, here’s an imagine that I’ve been planning for quite a while! I really enjoyed writing this and I hope that you enjoyed reading it! I’ve been planning on making this a series, but it is up to you if you’d like to read a part two!

Would anyone like a part two? Let me know by messaging me, I don’t bite!
Please don’t be afraid to message me your feedback because your thoughts and feedback really mean so incredibly much to me and I really appreciate and love every message/feedback because it means the entire world to me.

I hope that all of you have had an incredibly lovely Monday, full of love, smiles and happiness.

I love all of you so incredibly much and please never forget that!

All of my love xxx

Advice: if you’re not happy in your relationship, leave. Don’t sit here and wait to be happy, or wait for him or her to change, or convince yourself things will get better (if things haven’t been good for a long time).

Yes you can try and make things work, and that’s fine; but be smart and logical. If things have been bad for a long time and you’ve tried and tried and nothing’s working….it’s about time you LEAVE.

It’s not fair to you.

The Neighbor Next Door 13/15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, BONUS: XMAS Extra #1, XMAS Extra #2

Summary: (USUK) Arthur, an Omega has recently made the move to the US for a promising new job. He finds more than he bargained for when his loud Alpha neighbor won’t stop having sex at all hours of the night. Being sexually frustrated he declares war, but does Arthur want to be the victor when giving in feels so right?

Warnings: Fic is rated R ; traditional omegaverse

A/N: Updates are NOT on Fridays any longer for the last two chapters, but they hopefully won’t be too long a wait! :)

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Dear girlfriend,

I’m hesitant on writing this because limiting myself to a paragraph to talk about you doesn’t seem fair. Nothing I can say will do justice to the love I have for you. You are my first and my last love. You came into my life and with that perfect smile of yours completely took my heart over. You slowly broke down my walls, you were patient when my mind was cloudy and my heart was closed off, you held me when I couldn’t find words to express my pain and most importantly you loved me when I didn’t think I was lovable. You taught me patience and communication and how a relationship is supposed to work. You are the most giving, loving, wonderful person in the entire world Sarah Katharine and not a day goes by that I’m not completely overwhelmed with how absolutely lucky I am to come home everyday and have you waiting there for me. Loving you is so easy and effortless. You are always there with an open mind and an open heart. There’s never anger or bitterness. I have never met a person with so much love and happiness in their heart. You balance me out in all of the best ways possible. I have to stop myself here because if I continue, everyone else is going to fall in love with you too and I want you all to myself. Please just know, if you ever read this, that you are the most beautiful girl in the world. Genuinely, truly, the absolute most beautiful. On the inside and out. My fucking girl, I am so in love with you.