okay it was kind of out of hand

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if the met in cannon or not but what would Remus's and Dr Elias's relationship be? (Friends? Enemies? Love this blog okay bye)

their lives are two completely different narratives at the moment but if their paths somehow crossed

Elias isn’t particularly interested in others so he wouldn’t pay Remus much mind
Remus on the other hand; you know how you sometimes run into people and there’s just something off about them so you’re kind of intrigued to find out more about that person to satisfy your curiosity
someone as observant as him would definitely be interested in hearing about Elias’ life (and boy does he have a rich freakin story)

(we’ll see what possible future interactions will bring i guess)

Mess (Chilton x reader)

10 Days – 10 Stories: Day 5 – Frederick Chilton

Summary: After a silly fight, you and Frederick find back together.

A/N: I wrote this, mainly for @mrschiltoncat, and because I needed it as well. Anxiety is a huge topic in my life and writing stories like this one kind of helps me a bit. Everyone experiences it differently, I’m not really sure if this turned out okay but I hope it’s somewhat relatable.

Word count: 1,395

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: anxiety (!!), angst, but fluff at the end


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To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.

okay so this got out of hand but anyway

it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.

And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you’re a sunflower and they’re desperate to keep you alive. I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again. I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don’t try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that’s okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you. I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who’ll accept you. I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can’t seem to stop when you’re nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights. I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you’re most insecure at and I hope to god you let them. I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them, I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.
—  excerpts from tullipsink.tumblr.com
And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you’re a sunflower and they’re desperate to keep you alive.
I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again.
I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don’t try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that’s okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you.
I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who’ll accept you.
I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can’t seem to stop when you’re nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights.
I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you’re most insecure at and I hope to god you let them.
I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them,
I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.
—  A.M//for you
Being Bucky’s daughter would include…

Originally posted by enochianess

Being Bucky’s daughter would include…

[Age: 1-10]

  • “Wait-wait, I wake up and suddenly i have a child!?”
  • “It’s just a-”
  • “Steve, STFU!” *says literally everyone i’ve already done*
  • Him adoring you completely
  • Looking just like him
  • Him fangirling to steve whenever you  do something cute
  • “Steve, she learned how to say dad, well kind of but it’s really cute,”
  • “Children are always so cute going through this ‘phase’ in their life,”
  • Playing with his metal arm
  • Him freaking out about you playing with his arm
  • Him not wanting to take you to school on the first day because of his arm
  • He cried on your first day of school
  • But he also walked you to your classroom because he didn’t want to let go
  • “Okay, have a good day today, make sure to make a lot of new friends, I’ll be here to pick you up when the small hand on that clock touches the 1,”
  • “I love you daddy,”
  • “See you later, Champ,”

[Age: 10-20]

  • Being a sense of relief
  • Having a bunch of ex-soldiers cheer you on before a big test
  • Him teaching you how to dance
  • Him still worried about how people will treat you because of his arm
  • All the PTA moms swooning
  • #MajorUncleSteve
  • Steve telling you about his (bucky’s) past
  • Not really having an awkward teenage phase *Because you had a mixture of all of them*
  • Having 40s!Bucky characteristics
  • Boys swooning over you
  • “That’s my girl!”
  • “She’s just like you were,”
  • Him freaking out the first time you bring a boy home
  • “Dad, this is Peter, my Boyfriend,”
  • Despite being completely supportive of the you relationship he still has doubts and asks steve about it
  • “It’s probably just a phase, I’d be more worried about the boy,”
  • “Why,”
  • “Because she’s just like you were, back in the good old days,”

[Age: 20]

  • Having a 40s themed wedding
  • Bucky crying when he walks you up the aisle
  • “Dad, don’t cry, I’ll always be your little girl,”
  • “I know Champ but look at you you’re all grown up now,”
  • Tony freaking out because ‘his boy’ was getting married
  • “You did it, you actually managed to score a girl,”
  • “We’ve been dating for like almost five years,”
  • “I’m so proud of you kid,”

so, my fellow Les Mis lovers. 

today I was looking through some word definitions for a class (like a good English major) and I discovered something really interesting (and by interesting I mean the kind of discovery that makes you sit with your head in your hands for a little while) 

(also maybe a ton of people already know this and I’m freaking out for nothing but we’ll just hope that’s not the case)

anyway. the word I was researching was grant

and I looked at the word’s origin, because that’s something my professor encourages us to do and it helps uncover meanings that maybe we wouldn’t immediately recognize

and this is what I found:

1175-1225; Middle English gra (u) nten < Old French graunter, variant ofcrëanter < Vulgar Latin *credentāre, verbal derivative of Latin crēdent-,stem of crēdēns, present participle of crēdere to believe

take a look at that last part. to believe. the word grant comes from the Latin verb which means “to believe”

so. grant is part of the name Grantaire. 

it comes from the verb meaning “to believe”

Grantaire means “to believe”

Grantaire. the man who took good care not to believe in anything. his name means “to believe”



and I have a feeling no one needs me to tell them in what (or who) Grantaire believes 

fic: Hail to the Chief., 1/1. (AU; Captain Swan.)

presidential campaign AU, with speechwriter-Killian and volunteer-Emma!
9,882 words | adult | AO3

a/n: This came out of almost nowhere at lunchtime yesterday, and I was hellbent on getting it done, because it’s kind of timely. On the other hand, if you’re reading this, and you’re eligible and able to vote, but haven’t done so yet, please go do that instead. :D 

It’s not really altruism that led her here.

Or, well, not entirely altruism.

Because while you can be hungry, tired, and homeless and still want good things for the country, you have to prioritize, and finding yourself a place to sleep for the night beats finding a rich politician a place to sleep for the next four years.

It does turn out, however, that helping that politician often comes with free pizza and that sleeping in the campaign office — whether or not it’s because you don’t have anywhere else to go — is the mark of a dedicated volunteer.

Dedicated enough to accidentally end up on the payroll.

And that is what actually led her here.

To election night in New York City and Killian Jones’ hand on her breast in the moment after they call Nevada for Mills.

(Of course, a lot of stuff happened in between.)

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You Left Me (Cassian Andor x Reader)

This was requested by tinkerbellstwin.

Before I start this off I just have to say thank you. Sincerely, thank you. I have been writing fiction since before I can remember, but I’ve never posted anything before. The fact that it’s so well received blows my mind and makes me the happiest person alive. If you have any requests, don’t hesitate to message me, and please feel free to comment on anything. You are all angels.

Okay now that you’ve all had a taste of how sappy I am, let’s get on with this.


Pairing(s): Cassian x Reader

Words: 2795 (I kind got carried away…)

Warnings: angst, fear, like two curse words, major feelings??


The first thing you feel is the cold.

Reaching out across your blankets, you feel around for Cassian. Your hand reaches the other edge of the bed without finding another body. The other body that fell asleep next to you last night. The body that had slept next to you every night, without fail, for the 7 months that your best friend had lived with you.

You shoot up, scanning the room for Cassian. His shoes are gone from the foot of your bed and his jacket is no longer hanging on your chair.

He’s gone.

There’s no note on your table, nothing to tell you where he’s gone or if he’ll come back to your room. A sick feeling settles in your gut.

You pull on your boots and thin jacket before sprinting out of your room. The halls are empty.

You beeline for the airfield, noticing immediately that Cassian’s u-wing is gone. You think through the events of the past few days. Did he say he was leaving? Did he mention a mission? Nothing rings a bell.

You head to the dining hall, trying to find Vera, a friend of yours that often works with Cassian. She’s nowhere to be found, and neither is her girlfriend, Blair. No one else seems to notice the missing faces, but they do notice your frantic behavior and unease.

“Captain, are you alright?” a nurse named Millie asks.

“I’m fine, thank you. I just seem to have misplaced Captain Andor. You haven’t seen him, have you?” you try to ask lightly.

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t. But I’ll let him know that you’re looking for him if I see him.”

You search the entire compound, but can’t seem to find him. The missing ship worries you.

That evening, you confront Mon Mothma about it. She’s in the middle of her diner. You sit down across from her, “Sorry to disturb you.” You start off, hoping that by getting into her good graces, she’ll tell you what the hell is going on.

“Don’t worry about that, Captain. What seems to be the problem?” For being our leading political figure, her composure is surprisingly easy to crack.

“Captain Cassian Andor seems to be missing, and his ship isn’t on the landing pad.” She drops her head, spearing a carrot with her fork. “I must not remember being told about a mission. Do you know where he is?”

She puts down her fork. “Need to know basis only, I’m afraid. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to return to my diner.”

Knowing that the dining hall wasn’t the right place to make a scene, you nod and back away quietly, returning to your aimless pacing outside of your room.

Something could have happened to him. Anything could happen to him. You’re not there to watch his back. You don’t even know where he is. You chew at your thumb nail, running scenarios in your head.

You stay up well past dark, waiting for Cassian to return and tell you that everything is alright. You can’t sleep without him in the bed next to you.

The two of you had always been friends, and he didn’t know how strong your feelings were for him. He wasn’t someone that was ordinarily dense, but when it came to your feelings, he was a brick wall. There was nothing platonic about the way you thought about him, and he didn’t seem to notice. If you lost him…

You’re hands begin to shake as you realize that he left. He could have told you, and he didn’t. You can’t contain your anger as you pace your room, muttering to yourself.  

In an attempt to stop worrying and take some action, you decide to find Mon Mothma and ask again. You’re one of the best pilots in the Alliance. You have a very successful record. She can’t just deny you.

Hurrying through the halls, you try not to draw much attention to yourself. You pass everyone quickly, head down, the purpose of your mission a mystery but the presence of a purpose evident.

You reach the council room, assuming that she will be in there. You hadn’t realized that a council meeting was in session before your hand in on the knob. You pause, hearing voices.

“They should have returned before sundown. This was a basic reconnaissance mission. They should not still be in the field.” A man says. You can’t identify the owner of the voice.

“There was nothing basic about their mission, Senator.” Mon Mothma speaks up. “Jalucan is in the heart of imperial territory. I agree, they should have returned by now. But the odds of this mission failing were high. Captain Andor knew that when he agreed—“

That’s all it takes.

You burst through the doors, shouting, “You sent him to Jalucan?”

“Captain, please,” a few council members stand and attempt to subdue you.

“Get out of my way.” You push them, and end up standing in a circle of guards and council members, facing Mon Mothma. “Tell me what the mission was.” You beg, the anger laced in your tone causing a few people to take a step back.

“We sent Captain Andor and a team of 10 to Jalucan to retrieve information about the Clone armies, and statistics about weaponry and droid manufacturing.” Mothma explains.

“You sent them on a suicide mission.” You spit.

“We need the information.” A woman you can’t see speaks up.

“Why wasn’t I sent? Cassian and I could have completed that mission together. Two ships. Two teams. Better odds.”

The room is quiet.

“You are too valuable to risk on a mission like this.”

“And Captain Andor isn’t? You said you need this information? Have I not proven myself to be reliable?” you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. “I just want to understand.”

“Someone please escort the Captain from the room.” Mon Mothma waves a hand at you and turns her back.

You’re dragged out of the room. The doors are slammed in your face and bolted.

You manage to make it back to your room before tears escape your eyes. Sobs wrack your body as you lay in bed, trying desperately to sleep. Cassian is gone. He might never come back. He’s on Jalucan of all places.

He could be dead.

Your tears eventually run dry, and you fall into a fitful sleep.

It takes three days for them to return.

You had locked yourself away, refusing summons, refusing orders, your anger fierce and unquenchable.

Lea, a young pilot, bangs on your door for the second time that day and says, “We just received word in the com tower. They’re back.”

You throw open the door and blow past her. You reach the airfield just as a crowd gathers to watch them land. The moment the ship touches the ground, the back gate opens.

A bloody Cena stumbles out of the ship. Two men carry a third between them, following her. You don’t recognize them at first, under all the dirt and blood.

It’s Cassian, suspended between Juren and Galgi, his head hanging limply. Your chest seizes up. You push through the crowd to Cassian. Shoving Galgi out of the way, you take his place supporting Cassian. “What happened?” you spit at him.

“The troopers were on us the moment we opened the doors. They knew we were coming.” Galgi huffs. “Senani went down, and the Captain went out after him. His body is in the ship.”

“Dammit Cassian.” You hiss in his ear, hoping he can hear you, “Why do you always have to play hero?” you turn back to Galgi “Did you lose anyone else?”

“Vera and Blair.” Juren answers. “We couldn’t save their bodies.”

“Did you at least get the info?” Galgi shakes his head. “Trooper stats? Blaster count? Base locations?”

“We were pinned down the moment we got there. We couldn’t get anything. We had to stop on some moon for days to avoid patrols and repair the hyperdrive. The amount of times that we almost got caught… we couldn’t retrieve any data. I’m sorry.”

Three lives, lost for nothing. You try to contain your anger, but can’t help but spit, “We have to get him to the infirmary. You can go find Mothma.”

Galgi steps away, nodding his head at me respectfully. “Yes, ma’am.”

A man you can’t name steps ahead of us, wheeling a stretcher in our path. “Here.” He says calmly. “Lay him down.” You and Juren lift Cassian up and lay him as gently as possible on the stretcher. Cassian groans in pain, the first noise you’ve heard from him.

You kiss his forehead quickly, “Stay alive.” You order, voice quiet.

The man wheels him away. A sick feeling settles in your gut as you watch him leave you again, but you know that staying with him right now will just get you kicked out. Wait a moment, you tell yourself. He’s not leaving any time soon.

You and Juren return to the ship for a moment to ensure that everyone has gotten off safely. Senani’s body has already been removed.

You try to distract yourself from running off after Cassian. It doesn’t work. He’s all you can think about.

Juren breaks the tense silence, “How did you find out about the mission?”

“Mothma. I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.” It comes out as a near-snarl. “What I want to know…” you turn on him, “Is why I wasn’t told in the first place.”

“The captain wanted to tell you. He tried to bargain with Mothma to bring you along. She wasn’t having any of it. She said that the two of you were a dangerous pairing. In front of everyone.” His words are jumbled and rushed. “I’m sorry. We would have been defying direct orders.”

You grit your teeth and whisper, “Dangerous pairing?”

“Something about sacrificing the mission to save each other.” Before you can turn on him, he raises both hands in surrender, “Her words, not mine.”

You storm out of the ship, past K-2, and across the airfield to where Mon Mothma was standing with Galgi. “Please excuse us for a moment.” You tell Galgi.

“Captain…” she starts, but you cut her off.

“Let me speak.” A look of resignation crosses her face, but she stays silent. “I don’t understand why you are under the impression that my work with Cassian Andor is anything but adequate. We are the most successful pairing in the Alliance. I have access to those stats. I know that for a fact. You compromised the mission by keeping us apart. Why?”

She takes a moment before explaining, “If the mission went south, I needed to ensure that one of you would be kept alive. Even if I had sent you, we would not have attained the objective.”

“Bullshit.” You snarl.

She lifts her head, looking down the bridge of her nose at me, “The ‘spirit’ that keeps you alive on the field has no place in politics. Follow your orders, or you may find yourself somewhere you’d rather not be. Now, I would advise that you spend what time you can with Captain Andor.”

You strut away from her and to the infirmary, picking up your pace to a run once out of sight.

Reaching the doorway, you see many of Cassian’s company laying on beds and getting stitched up. “He’s through there.” Millie, the nurse, points you through a set of doors.

You nod in thanks and push them open.

Cassian lays on the bed, shirtless. Large lacerations crisscross over past scars across his chest. One side of his face soaks the pillow under him in blood. An older man stands over Cassian, stitching a large cut across his collarbone. His head snaps up as you enter.

“I won’t get in your way.” You promise. “I just need to be with him. How can I help you?”

He nods once and gestures to a table in the corner. “Get me more thread. I can’t stitch all of this using the current method. I have to go traditional.”

You nod, tearing your eyes away from Cassian’s broken form and handing the man the spool.

The two of you work side by side for hours, cleaning, stitching and trying not to flinch every time Cassian groans or convulses in pain. Each time it happens, you thank the maker that he’s still alive to distract yourself from the fear that soon, he may not be.

It’s into the early hours of the morning before the man (whose name, you learn, is Abistus) tells you he’s done all he can. Cassian still hasn’t woken since you arrived.

Without asking permission, you pull a wooden chair from where it was tucked under the desk, and sit next to Cassian. Abistus rolls his eyes slightly, wishes you a goodnight, and closes the door with a click.

You let your head fall into your hands, the exhaustion and weight of life resting on your shoulders. You aren’t sure how long you sit there before you murmur, “Come on, Cassian. I can’t lose you.”

“Not planning on that.” He groans.

Your head snaps up, “Cassian?”

His eyes are dull and sunken, but open. He looks down at himself and makes a sound of disgust. You giggle slightly, Cassian’s eyes meeting yours and a small smile gracing his lips. “Is my pain funny to you?” he teases.

“No of course not. Your ‘ew’ sound is funny to me.” He laughs at that, wincing at the sudden movement.

“Don’t make me laugh. It hurts.” He whines quietly.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m trying to be mad at you.” The smile falls from his face.

He takes a deep breath, “I couldn’t tell you. I would have been—“

“Disobeying direct orders.” You finish is sentence. “I know. Juren told me.”

You see unease in Cassian’s eyes. He hesitates before asking, “Did he… tell you anything else?”

“He told me what Mon Mothma said about us being a dangerous pairing. I confronted her about it.”

“That must have been a fun conversation.” He smiles.

“I sort of… yelled at her? A little bit?” Cassian laughs gently again. “I’m not letting that ever happen again. I’m going with you, or you aren’t going.”

“Why?” Cassian asks. “Why do you care so much? Why are you here with me? You should be mourning and helping the others.”

“I came straight here.” After yelling at our boss, you add mentally.

“But why?” his desperation is evident.

“Because I’m in love with you.” It slips out before you can stop it.

He freezes, mouth slightly open. You’re almost certain that he can hear your heartbeat from where he lays. “What?” he whispers.

“I’m in love with you.” You repeat. “I never wanted to fall in love. Not at all. But at some point you smiled and I was like holy shit, I blew It.” tears brim in your eyes. “When I woke up and you were gone, I was terrified. You left me, Cassian. You disappeared and I had to barge in on a council meeting to make enough of a scene for someone to tell me where you were. I was so scared I’d never see you again and I just…” You trail off, looking at the ground.

“Look at me.” He whispers. You look up. “I never wanted to scare you. You’re my best friend and I’ve had feelings for you since I met you, and I thought that maybe Mothma was right. That what I was feeling, the loyalty and want and love I felt for you, was dangerous.” You relax as he continues to speak. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” Your tears fall and he reaches out a hand to brush them away.

“I promise I won’t ever leave you again.”


He falls asleep soon after that, and you rest your head on the bed, your fingers intertwined with his. Your eyes fall shut and you sleep soundly for the first time since he left.

Pathways // Yoongi

Part 1/ReflectionsPart 2/Flashlights ⇎ Part 3/Pathways ⇎ Part 4/Shadows

Originally made based on this request: Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon

Word count: 2,536 words

Character: Yoongi x reader

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“EXO won too many awards already that’s why the awards should go to someone else, that’s why it’s okay if other artists win” Um NO, what kind of dumb ass logic is that? The awards go to the people who deserve them based on results and criteria. When award shows become the pity show or the show that hands out awards “just because” that’s when they start losing all credibility. /End/


word count: 1854

note: for my anon who requested this, I hope it’s everything you wanted. ps fix you by coldplay came on when I was writing this as if I wasn’t already emotional enough.

Everything was white: the walls, the sheets, the chairs, the doctors. Coming in-and-out of the door as Shawn sat in the chair by her bedside. His hand clutching hers desperately, trying to hold onto anything he could.

They had been in the hospital for at least two hours. He wished that he could go back in time and fix what had gotten them here. She kept kissing his knuckles and trying to crack jokes, but he didn’t have it in him to laugh.

She kept telling him that everything was okay, that this kind of stuff happened sometimes, that everything would be okay. But, as time went on and the hands on the clock danced around she became less convincing and eventually stopped talking at all.

The doctor assigned to their room made his way into the room, he sat down, and Shawn knew before the words came out.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, his eyes moving back and forth between them, “You’ve had a miscarriage. This isn’t your fault and there is nothing you could have done. I know this is hard, but please try not to blame yourself.”

Her hand went limp in his. He still held onto hers tightly, feeling the tears fall. The doctor said something about giving them time to process and that he would be back in a little while. Shawn cleared his throat and thanked him before turning his head to his beautiful wife.

Silent tears fell down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t look at him for a little while, not until he called out her name. She tried to say something, but a strangled noise came out instead. Shawn jumped up from his chair and fell onto her hospital bed, their bodies coming together both wracking with sobs.

The doctor came back in after a little while and they pulled themselves together as best they could. He told them things that they would forget and gave them his card so they could call when they did.

They walked through the hospital corridors like ghosts, floating aimlessly. Their hands linked loosely as they pushed through the double doors.

They found the car quickly and Shawn unlocked the doors with shaking hands. The car ride home was long and painfully silent. Neither having anything to say to the other.

He called his dad first. She was in the shower and he pulled himself onto their balcony. His hands shaking as he found the contact in his phone. He didn’t want to say it. Saying it only made it more real. But, he pressed his dad’s name and he heard the ringing.

His stomach churned as the ringing when on. He didn’t know if he wanted his dad to pick up the phone or to hear his voicemail. He didn’t know anything anymore. After six rings he heard, “Hey son!”

He could picture the smile on his dad’s face and hear it in his voice. His voice cracked as the words fell out of his mouth, “The baby- it’s gone.” He didn’t think he had any more tears to shed but they continued to fall.

His father’s shock was understandable. He could hear his dad’s voice shaking and was reminded, rather painfully, that while he lost a child, his parents lost a grandchild, his sister a niece or nephew. He could hear his mum and Aaliyah pestering worriedly in the background.

“Can you tell them?” Shawn asked, “I can’t say it again.” He knew that if said that sentence again he would throw up. He could hear the muffled words over the phone and then shuffling. He tried to get the images of his crying family out of his head as he heard chaos on the line.

After a few moments he was greeted by his mum’s soft voice, “Hi honey,” her voice was calm but he could hear her trying to control the shaking, “Do you want us to come?” He loved his mum for that. Always practical and thoughtful and kind. He told them he would let them know later and call them back. His fingers rubbing furiously at his temple.

He said goodbye and that he would call them later. He pulled the door of the balcony opened and walked back into their living room. He couldn’t hear the shower anymore and moved quickly through their apartment. Listening in at every door he passed, he stopped in front of their bedroom.

He knocked softly before pushing the door open. She was sitting in the big chair in the corner of their room that she had hassled him about getting for weeks. She looks so small in it. Her hair wet from the shower, water dripping on the sweatshirt of his that had long been hers. Her legs shaking in a pair of his sweatpants.

He moved towards her and listened to the end of her conversation with her parents. She sounded cold and distant as he climbed up next to her rubbing his nose against the side of her face, closing his eyes and breathing in her apple shampoo. She hung up the phone and turned her head toward him. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his.

“How can you be like this?” He said angrily, “We just lost our baby and you just want to ignore it.”

It had been a few days and she hadn’t cried since the hospital. His parents had gotten to their apartment the day after it happened and they sat on the couch, watching their son and his wife clash.

“Shawn, ple-“ His dad tried to interject softly.

“No, Dad, she doesn’t even care ab-,” Shawn yelled, red creeping up his neck, his cheeks heating.

She looked like she was slapped in the face by this last comment. His mum who was normally the more levelheaded of his two parents cut across him quickly, “Enough. Shawn look at yourself, listen to what you’re saying. You both care, but people have different ways of expressing grief. You’ve both been through something traumatic and you need to listen to each other. You love each other, don’t forget that.”

Her voice shook at the end of her sentence and Shawn was pulled out of his daze. He replayed what he had said and felt his heart collapsing. He loved her. He did. But, he was so angry and she was so detached. He looked at her and he saw tears in her eyes.

He reached his hand out to her knee and she stood up quickly. The back of her hand brushing away the single tear that escaped the wall that she built around herself. “I’m gonna go lie down,” She said in a rushed and strangled voice. Shawn nodded and watched her turn the corner towards their room.

His mum got up to follow her down the hall. He looked toward his dad, but couldn’t meet his eye. His eyes fell to his knees, his hands shaking in his lap. He felt the couch shift as his dad sat next to him, pulling his son into a tight embrace. Shawn sobbed into his dad’s shoulder.

She didn’t come out of their room for the rest of the night. His mum returned after a little while and joined her son and husband on the couch. They sat on either side of Shawn and wrapped their arms around him.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” Shawn said his words repeating themselves in his mind, each time becoming harsher.

“We know honey,” His mum said rubbing her hand on his shoulder, “She does too. She knows.”

His mum made dinner and Shawn pushed the food around on his plate before saying goodnight. He caught his parent’s eyes meet sadly before he left the room. He moved slowly towards the shut door of their bedroom.

He pushed the door open and saw a shape of her in bed, her body still under the covers. He pulled his jeans off before climbing into bed beside her. He moved slowly and gently, so as not to wake her, and pulled the covers over his head.

He moved his hand toward her but stopped short. He pulled his hand back and fell deeper into their mattress. He laid awake for a while before his eyes fluttered shut.

He was awoken by a loud crash and he jolted up. He looked to her and reached out to her spot in their bed to find it cold. He jumped up quickly and maneuvered blindly through the dark. He passed the living room and then he saw her.

A shattered mug on the ground in front of her, her hands desperately rubbing a towel into the tile of their kitchen floor. He moved quickly through the arch into their kitchen and crouched down in front of her.

“Stay back,” She said her voice choking on tears, “There’s g-glass ev-verywhere and I don’t w-want you to g-get cut.”

He put his hands over her shaking hands soaked with tea. He pulled the towel from her hand and used it to scoop up the glass. He grabbed another towel from the oven as he fell to his knees soaking up the hot liquid.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered to him, so softly that he was surprised he heard it at all.

“It’s okay baby,” he said calmly, “it was an accident. You know me, I’m the clumsiest person in the house. Remember when I dropped-“

“Not about the tea,” She said her eyes, truly, meeting his for the first time in days. He saw her for the first time clearly.

“I’ve been trying to be strong for you and- and-,” Her voice breaking, “Because t-this is all my f-fault. I’m s-sorry I lost t-the b-baby, I’ll never forgive m-myself. You s-should leave me, I des-serve it.” Her voice rambling quickly. Her words tripping over themselves, slipping in the tears that they moved through.

“Shhh, shhh,” He whispered. He pulled her into his arms, he leaned his back against the counter as he held her there, “This isn’t your fault. Don’t say that. I love you and I’m not mad and I would never leave you.”


“No, I was wrong to say all of that shit earlier and none of it’s true,” He whispered into her ear, “I love you and I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t be honest with me. We can cry and still be strong. We’ll be strong for each other.”

She nodded her head against his neck, her sobs subsiding. “We’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay,” He reminded her. They sat on the kitchen floor for awhile, neither one saying anything. Just breathing and listening to one another’s heartbeats. They would be okay.

BTS Reaction - Tripping When Walking With Them

Jin: A mixture of worry and amusement. Jin would help you up and ask if you were okay while laughing at you. He would check for any injuries that you received during your fall. Seeing that you were okay, he would tighten his grip on your hand to prevent further accidents.

Suga: As soon as he saw you on the ground, he would frown and pull you up by his side. Seeing your reddened cheeks, Suga would reassure you that no one saw. He would pat off any dirt on you and check if you were hurt anywhere. If you’re not, the two of you would continue walking like nothing had happened.

J-Hope: J-Hope would be the type to freak out, probably since it was the first time you fell in front of him. He would be the kind to ask “Oh my god, are you ok? Are you hurt? Can you stand?”. Instead of him reassuring you, you would have to tell him that you weren’t injured anywhere and that you’re all right.

Rap Monster: You would be the one to trip him as you fell as well, pulling him down on the ground with you. He would immediately get up and grab you up as well, blaming you for tripping him. Rap Monster would hold you hand and examine you to see if you sustained any scrapes or cuts. He would smile after finding no injuries on you.

Jimin: Similar to how Jin would react, Jimin would laugh at you when you fell to the ground. But he would soon pull you up and give you a big hug and kiss, telling you that it was okay to be embarrassed because no one saw. Jimin would tell you a story how he too tripped and fell on camera.

V: He would burst out into laughter and would try to pull out his phone to snap a picture of you on the ground. Eventually, he would have a worried look plastered on his face, wondering if you twisted your ankle because you were still sitting on the ground. V would carry you on his back to make up for laughing at you.

Jungkook: Nothing will happen to you when you tripped. In fact, you won’t even fall to the ground. This boy’s fast reflexes would prevent you from falling. After that incident, Jungkook would become cocky and brag about how he “saved” your life.

- Admin Duck ~

Okay, let’s try some #Dumb Positivity.

So, I keep seeing the Emma/Regina hand holding pop up on my dash. (Not surprising, it’s an exciting development.) 

But one thing that stands out to me every time I look at it is just how awkward it is. Hands up, horizontal. Hands naturally clasp each other vertically: they’re easier to hold that way, it feels better, you get a tighter grip.


Still kind of awkward, but it feels real. It looks like two people who are trying to hold onto each other.

And at first, I was disheartened by the way it looked, because when Emma and Regina hold hands, it doesn’t look comfortable. It doesn’t look like two people who want to hold on to each other. I mean, the clearly do; the act of them holding hands is designed to show us that they are going through the portal together, bonded by holding each other’s hand. But it still looks… awkward. Uncomfortable. 

But the more gifs I saw, it started to dawn on me just why the hand holding looked so uncomfortable. 

Check it out:

When they grab each other’s hand, they both lift their arm a little. They don’t stretch their arms out straight, the natural way to do it. The most comfortable way to do this would be like the gif above, with both their arms down, or down but at a slight angle, meeting in a V. But they don’t do that.


Because if they shot it that way, the hands wouldn’t be in the exact. Center. Of the Frame.

Check it out again. Look at that shot. Their hands - Emma and Regina HOLDING hands - is the focal point for the shot. It is the most important thing happening in this scene. 

This shot was meticulously crafted. The white balance, the wardrobe, the rather extreme low angle shot, which signifies the power of these two women as well as serves to put the audience off guard. The final piece is the two of them reaching over and taking the other’s hand, right in the middle of our screen.

The audience is supposed to see this and take meaning from it.


“Derek, we’re dating”, you told your brother and you couldn’t help but smile a little as you felt Theo’s hand gently grab your own. Derek, who was glaring at your hands, was not quiet as happy as you however.

“No, you’re not. He is not allowed anywhere near you, he is not even allowed to think of you!” You felt conflicted. On one hand you wanted to giggle because what Derek said was pretty irrational, but on the other hand you knew for a fact that he was one hundred precent serious which kind of freaked you out. 

“Okay, how about we come back when you’ve calmed down a little?”, you suggested as you started to drag Theo towards the door with you.

“You are going no where with that guy!”

~ Requested by @rochyu ~

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Regrets - KBTBB (Part 2)

You can read part 1 here.

Soryu’s POV

Mitsuki’s eyes were a dull shade of red as she crawled out from the backseat of the cab; makeup had stained her cheeks and her hair was a mess, yet for some reason unexplainable, I could still tell that the goddess inside of her hadn’t yet run out of steam. She wasn’t the kind of girl to give up so easily - not after that so far, this world had put her though. I offered her out a hand which she took without a word and shot her a smile which she forced on across her lips in return. I could tell that Mitsuki wasn’t feeling great; it didn’t take a mind reader to figure out that right now she was fragile, but right now I needed confirmation; I needed to make sure that no matter what this girl was going to be okay. Cellphone buzzing like crazy inside my jacket pocket, I continued to ignore the multitude of missed calls I’d received in the last 15 minutes and led the two of us inside.

Genkishu was the busiest I’d seen in all week; Friday nights downtown tended to be like this. A single look and nod towards a hostess near the entry who recognised me was enough to get us a table near the back with a little privacy. Mitsuki was shivering but I could tell it wasn’t because she was cold - it was fear induced, anger induced, frustrated induced, because she was emotionally drained, fed up and exhausted.

“I don’t know if I want to be here.”

They weren’t the words I’d wanted to hear from her but they were at least something. She was talking.

“Here - Genkishu? Or here - Tokyo?”, I asked with a raised brow before we took our seats.
“Ha…”, she choked out as she slumped down into a chair I wasn’t quick enough to pull out for her, “A little from option a and a little from option b.”

She licked her lips once over before food was brought to the table and rubbed her belly once; a perk of being a regulars - they already knew our orders. Thanking a waitress who poured tea quietly without saying a word, Mitsuki picked up a set of chopsticks and stabbed around at what was on her plate for a few seconds before finally deciding on what to eat. Taking a bite, she sighed and relaxed into her seat, eyes gazing at my own intently before she focused her own on something behind me in the distance.

“Do you want to know or do you already know?”, Mitsuki sniffled, shoulders dropping; looking defeated.

“Do I already know or want to know what?”, I responded unsure of what she was getting at. Obviously, she had had some kind of disagreement or fight with Eisuke - of course, their relationship and lives were something I didn’t have a say or opinion on, nor that I would ever dare to try. It killed me on the inside though that even after all the years they’d been together he still managed to reduce her to tears.

“You’re not covering for him?”, she asked cocking her head to one side, all her words came out between tiny bites.

“I haven’t spoken to Ichinomiya in days”, I explained taking a sip of tea, “If it looks like I’m covering for something, it’s actually confusion as I have no idea what is going on.”

“That makes two of us”, she mumbled beneath her breath, eyes half rolling as she continued to eat. I could tell by her expressions that she was cut up on the inside. Torn apart to say the least. “Soryu, I know - like always - I ask for way, way, way too much from you but, I need some help. I need to get out of the city for a few days, I don’t care where, Eisuke just can’t find me.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

I… We… Eisuke… he..”, her words stuttered and stopped as a familiar and unwelcomed scent flooded throughout the restaurant. She dropped her chopsticks and spilt her tea in a hurried rush to stand up - to flee.

“What is it?”
“He’s here… I.. he must have seen me get into the cab. He must have followed me downstairs earlier. Soryu…. we.. we need to leave. Now.”

Abandoning the meal and throwing spare cash I had in my pocket on the table, I took Mitsuki’s hand as a panicked look etched across her face and escorted her through the exit at the back of the kitchen.

Mitsuki’s POV (later that night)

“It’s late Mitsuki… you should sleep”, Soryu tried with a sympathetic smile; letting me walk into his office before him as he shut the door quietly behind us. I hadn’t realized what time it was until I looked up at the old clock hanging on the wall above his desk - I’d been so selfishly involved with my problems I hadn’t cared to think of the toll I’d taken on a friend. We’d walked the bustling city streets for hours; Soryu comfortingly rubbing my back and wrapping an arm around my shoulders whenever, unwanted, I wept.

Soryu walked around me in the office as if I were some kind of bomb close to detonating; as if  I were about to explode at any second. After leaving the restaurant Soryu’s first suggestion had been that we find me a hotel but I knew that wasn’t an option - not with Eisuke’s controlling, stalker like, information finding tendencies - I had to go to a place where I’d blend in but still be hidden; a place that I knew well enough yet didn’t feel like home so that I wouldn’t get comfortable and wouldn’t let my guard down. He suggested his place, I declined the offer and suggested we head to his work - it was a quick decision that neither of us could find fault in. The one place in Tokyo that Eisuke couldn’t just waltz into whenever he felt like it.

“I’m not tired”, I confessed with a twist of a lie, dropping into a seat in front of his desk I raised a hand to stop him from pouring two glasses of whiskey and for the hundredth time tonight sighed. Right now, I was genuinely grateful for Soryu’s concern but wasn’t sure of anything else. “I do though owe you some kind of explanation for tonight. For calling you. For making you come into town. For running away from E—”

“You don’t”, he spoke quietly, cutting me off and shaking his head, “You don’t have to say anything or talk about anything unless you want to or until you’re ready.”

Trust Soryu to pick up on my nervous vibes. The whole time I knew him he’d always been a little sensitive.

“Well I want to. Eventually. Maybe in the morning”, I yawned trying not to give into my exhaustion.
“Did I not tell you that you needed sleep”, he half joked.
“But I’m not tired.”
“You just yawned.”
“I was.. just.. this seat is really comfortable.”

Stretching out my arms above my head I tried to think of ways to keep myself awake; to make sure that Soryu wouldn’t have a chance to contact Eisuke and tell him of my whereabouts. To make sure myself that I’d be safe. I pinched the inside of my arm hard. I began to hum a tune from a film I couldn’t quite remember the title off. I asked Soryu about his day and played with the ends of my hair to ensure my eyes stayed open. They had to be. There was no other option.

“Mitsuki”, Soryu uttered my name, pulling me by the wrists up onto my feet and softly against his chest, “You need to sleep. Pinching yourself and getting me to talk isn’t going to cut it. Take my room; I’ll sleep in the bunks with the boys. Just.. relax. Try to. Whatever it is it’s going to be okay.”

Yeah, because my husband - your best friend - cheating on me with his ex - a woman that you never trusted - is going to work out fine.

“I don’t want to though”, I whimpered trying not to cry over the last thought.
“I know”, Soryu confirmed stroking my back.
“I just… I want…”

They were the last words I was able to say before my eyes shut and I blacked out.

The following morning; I wasn’t met by the familiarity of Soryu yet instead the friendly smirk of Ryosuke.

“Princess! You’re awake.”

My head felt horrible although I knew I hadn’t had a single drink. I wondered where Soryu was and why Ryosuke was here. What time was it? Late? Early? The next day or the same? In a panic, I tried to roll out of the over-sized bed I awoke in.

“Princess? You okay? Boss said to watch over you until he got back!”
“Soryu’s gone?”, I groaned rubbing my eyes as they adjusted to the light, “When will he be back Inui? I need him here.”
“Um.. I’m.. not sure”, he confessed, dropping his head and shoulders as I shuffled to the edge of the bed.

Picking up the glass of water that was sitting on the side table, I forwent the aspirin and tried to take a few mouthfuls; which would hopefully be enough to subdue my minor dehydration. I was thirsty. I was hungry. I was still upset. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get back home to get the things I needed and all I had right now was the clothes I was wearing on my back.

“Inui.. I need you to go to my hou–, I mean, Mr Ichinomiya’s place and get me some things”, I explained keeping my eyes low, “Can you do that for me?”

He was merely a subordinate but Soryu had high hopes for this young boy - hopefully, right now with a little trust I could have the same.

“Of course Princess. What do you need?”, he perked up enthusiastically.
“I.. um..”, I muttered, “Clothes; any - as long as they aren’t tight.”
“Anything else?”

“I..”, before another word could be said, I could feel the bites of food I’d had last night try to force their way up. Cupping a hand over my mouth, I replaced it with the glass of water hoping to wash the sickness down.

“Perhaps you should take the aspirin Princess”, Ryosuke suggested, “It could help you feel better.”

Shaking my head in response, I tried to laugh off the innocent suggestion.

“I can’t..”, I explained forcing a smile.
“I don’t understand”, Ryosuke inquired.
“I… I can’t”, I forced out again in a fumble, trying to smile.

“Why not? Is something wrong? Should I tell Boss to get back here right away? Do we need to take you to hospital? You’re going to die are you Princess? We’d be lonely without you around. Everyone. Even me.”

“Inui.. I…”
“You can tell me. Is something up? I can help. I won’t tell Boss.”

“You had to promise me that”, I stuttered not hearing the bedroom door swing open, “You can’t tell Soryu because I know he’ll tell Eisuke and that is going to cause way, too many problems.”

“I promise. Honestly. You can trust me Princess. Why are you feeling ill?”

The younger boy tilted his head to one side and took a seat on the edge of the bed beside me; his hands falling lazily into his hands as I took a deep breath and told Ryosuke the news I’d been so excited to tell Eisuke last night - before finding the underwear, before discovering the other woman, before learning of the affair.

“I’m pregnant.”

The silence between us both was short lived as another voice piped into conversation.


Tagging @nitelotus as she asked so nicely :) <3 and sorry to everyone for the horribly late update. Life has just gotten in the way lately xo

Nobody’s like you ( Jace Lightwood/Wayland Imagine)

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Jace Lightwood/Wayland x Reader, Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane

Request: Heeei I love your blog ❤ can you do a jace from shadowhunters whan where hè is jelous of y/n becous boys flirt whit her and she Flirts back but hè is in love whit her and than hè tels her how hè feels make it sweet pleas 😊❤  @desertwolfthemoon


And his current frustration about her dancing with men that wasn’t him was purely brother-based.
Jace drowned the pink drink that tasted disgusting before marching towards the laughing girl, catching the vampire’s hand before he was able to place it on her waist.
Yep,  purely brother-based.

Warnings: -

Words: 2.061


Hi !
Oh god I hope this turned out okay ! I know this is more like wit and sarcastic than fluffy but somehow Little Lightwood had that kind of character in my head lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy it anyway, lovely xx (And sorry for writing it so late)

Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol. Fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x) and

Read it on ArchiveOfOurOwn (x)

*gif not mine*

‘’You’re so whipped, man.’’
A tall figure appeared next to Jace who he could identify as his parabatai Alec Lightwood.  The lightning in the club made his warlock boyfriend Magnus look like a cat.
‘’Am not.’’, he objected forcefully before his eyes landed on the pink drink in his hands that he was holding until Y/N came back.
‘’My sister has you wrapped around her little finger otherwise you wouldn’t hold her drink while she flirts with that Seeli.’’
‘’A Lightwood talent it seems.’’, Magnus said with a grin before he talked Alec into dancing with him.
Jace sighed frustrated while he watched his parabatai enjoy his newly found love, his attention still focused on the pretty girl in the middle of the dance floor dancing with downworlders. Jace grew up with the Lightwood kids and while Alec had become his parabatai , Y/N was a pain in the ass. The little Lightwood had always liked to tease him, causing him trouble and often the reason for cockblocked One Night Stands. Nevertheless s at the end of the day she would have his back. And he  hers.  And his current frustration about her dancing with men that wasn’t him was purely brother-based.
Jace drowned the pink drink that tasted disgusting before marching towards the laughing girl, catching the vampire’s hand before he was able to place it on her waist.
Yep,  purely brother-based.


‘’How long do you think they’ll last?’’, Magnus asked amused before he shifted his gaze back on his boyfriend after watching the comedy happening on the dance floor.
‘’What ?’’
Alec furrowed his brows.
‘’The jealousy game. Your sister clearly tries to make Jace jealous with all those flirting she’s been doing lately when he’s around. And he totally eats it.’’
Alec groaned before he shook his head.
‘’Honestly? I’m not ready to see Jace’s tongue down the throat of my sister but if that doesn’t stop soon so won’t the growing number of girls in his bed. And that hurts Y/N.’’
He closed his eyes as Magnus’ lips touched his, making it incredible hard to think.
‘’How come they don’t see the feelings are mutual ?’’, he murmured against his boyfriends lips before he turned around to see whether his little sister was alright.
‘’Did she just slap him?’’, Magnus asked with a raised eyebrow before he laughed.
‘’The Lightwood women are feisty.’’

‘’How dare you tell me who I invite into my bed and whom not-’’, you spitted angrily at the blonde boy in front of you.
You didn’t even plan on going home with any of the men surrounding you but after Jace accused you of fucking Downworlders you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.
‘’-not when there’s a new girl in your bed every night.’’
You saw his eyes widen, if not by your slap then your words.
‘’Don’t think I haven’t noticed.’’
You turned around, facing away from him and desperately trying to hold up your composure.
Each night you lay awake wondering who received the pleasure of being in Jace’s arms.
And it hurt. God, it hurt.
Maybe your pain was the reason for your following actions.
You were about to storm out of the club before you hesitated and turned around slightly.
‘’Maybe I have to fuck Downworlders because Shadowhunters are so terrible bad at it. Probably the reason none of your girls come back for a second round.’’
With that you grabbed the arms of a Seelie and stormed out of the club leaving an upset Jace behind.

Alec , who had witnessed the scene , was about to make a move to follow you out but Magnus held him back.
‘’They need to sort it out on their own, love. ‘’
‘’My little sister just disappeared with a Seelie to do God knows what!’’, Alec yelled upset while he didn’t leave Jace out of his sight.  
‘’ You know she just said that to hurt him. Clever girl. Look!’’
For good 2 minutes Jace had stared at the entrance door with a reddening face before he growled and moved to follow you.

‘’Not sure if I want to see Jace in Y/N’s bed instead of that Seelie, though.’’

Due to your older sister Isabelle you had grown quite fond of Downworlders, especially Seelies.
You were considered a friend which was the reason the handsome Seelie in front of you only laughed when you told him you didn’t actually plan on taking him home.
‘’I figured.’’, he only said with a deep voice that sent chills over your skin.
Damn attractive.
You smiled apologizing before you drew an invisible rune and walked home slowly.
Your words towards Jace had been harsh, you knew that and if you thought about it, it made you blush.
‘’You’re such a liar, Y/N.’’, you chuckled sarcastically to yourself when you entered the Institute heading straight to your room.
There was literally no one you would rather sleep with than Jace. And heaven knows, he must be pretty good.  Not that you knew. Not that you knew anything about Sex, really. But the lovey-dovey smiles on the women faces told stories.
You sighed when you put the High Heels and your black leather jacket away,  lifting your hair up before letting it down again.
The problem with Jace was that he didn’t see you the way you saw him. Sure, you had grown up with him but somewhere along the lines your female instincts had kicked in and your ‘second’ brother had become your object of desire.  Sadly, that wasn’t mutual judged by the pretty long-legged models you found in his bed every morning.  You would always be just his little sister and that bugged you.
You had tried to make him jealous, flirting with anything that had two legs but he always offered to hold your drinks while you were at it.
‘’Gentleman, my ass.’’, you groaned loudly before you fell face first onto the mattress letting out a long scream into your pillow.
You stayed like this even though the door was thrown against the wall and the room filled with rage.
‘’Where is he?’’
Jace’s voice was low and dangerous, making you lift your head accusingly.
‘’Get out, dickhead!’’
‘’WHERE IS HE? Where are you hiding him?’’
‘’For the love of God Jace get the fuck out of my room and let me have a good time!’’
Internally you screamed annoyed. Why couldn’t you hold your mouth shut?
Jace stamped over to the bathroom even looking behind the shower curtain before he came back watching you intensely.
‘’There is no one.’’
‘’No joke Sherlock.’’
He watched you for a few seconds before he closed the door gently, locking it.
Wait what?
‘’Are you holding me hostage? In my own room?’’, you asked sarcastically crossing the arms in front of your chest.
‘’We’re going to talk this out and I’m not giving you the chance to run.’’
The Jace fueled by anger was gone, replaced by a calm and determined one.
His two-colored eyes were so intense that you swallowed.
‘’Then talk , Wayland.’’

‘’Why didn’t you take him home?’’
Jace’s first question made you a little uneasy because if you wanted to be honest you would spill your secret.
‘’Don’t even try to lie to me, you know you can’t.’’
You growled frustrated because he was right. Jace always saw through you.
‘’You don’t know what you’re doing right now.’’, you stated before you leaned against the bedpost.
He tilted his head at you.
‘’We can’t just go back after this conversation, I’m simply warning you.’’, you clarified as you saw the question marks in his eyes.
When he didn’t say anything else you just shrugged.
‘’I never planned on. Taking him home I mean.’’
You wrapped a curl around your finger while you watched the Shadowhunter a few meters away from you.
Too far away.
‘’Then why did you go with him in the first place?’’
‘’Because I was pissed, okay? Sorry for slapping you but you deserved it. ‘’
You threw your hands in the air sighing.
‘’Why do you even care?’’
Jace’s teeth caught his lip before he released it, gluing your eyes to it. Jace noticed and for a few seconds he just stood there relishing in the knowledge that he DID seem to have an effect on you.
‘’Why all the flirting?’’
‘’Why all the girls?’’
You looked up noticing how Jace flinched before he rubbed the backside of his head.
‘’It’s just…fun…I uhm-‘’
‘’It’s the same for me. Mostly.’’
Jace’s eyes shot to yours before they narrowed.
Why couldn’t have he just overhead it?
‘’I-I wanted to make someone jealous.’’ ,you said quickly before you rubbed your temples.
His facial expression screamed the ‘Who’ question, and was that jealousy?
‘’By the angels how can you be so dumb.’’, you muttered under your breath before you turned around to open the doors of your closet looking for something more comfortable to wear.
A large warm hand landed on your shoulder before you felt hot breath against your ear.
‘’Don’t think I haven’t heard that.  Who were you trying to make jealous?’’
You closed your eyes slowly before you realized what you were doing-
You couldn’t think straight when he was so close.
‘’You, obviously.’’, you said emotionless praying that you would make it out alive.
Jace stiffened behind you before a hand sneaked around your waist to your stomach.
You swallowed hard resisting the urge to lean backwards but said nothing.
He softly turned you around, tipping against you chin to making you look at him.
‘’You’re the most irresistible, confusing and frustrating person I know. Watching you flirting with all these guys? It annoyed me to no end.’’
Your eyes widened a little at his confession, making hope rise within you.
‘’Good. That was the plan.’’, you said quietly trying not grin.
He bit his lip and it almost made you moan. By now your heart was racing and you were mentally so close to just press your lips against his.
‘’You know what you said about Downworlders being batter at-‘’
‘’I didn’t mean it.’’, you hastily said, clearing your throat before you blushed.
‘’I mean I wouldn’t know. ‘’
You saw the moment Jace realized what that meant before a smile grazed his features.
‘’You just really really annoyed me.’’
That made him laugh before he arms closed around your waist.
‘’And about that other thing, I can assure you I’m god-like at-‘’
‘’Jace!’’, you screeched putting a finger over his lips.
He chuckled deeply before he puckered his lips against your finger.
One minute you had been starring into each others eyes and the other you were all over each other. You fingers in his hair, his lips against yours, his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your waist.
Jace groaned deeply in the back of his throat as your tongues met , pressing you carefully against a wall.
‘’Wake up with me.’’, he suddenly whispered before you opened your eyes and were met with a completely bared soul.
‘’ I want to wake up with you every morning knowing what we have isn’t just a one time thing. ‘’
A kiss to your forehead.
‘’Sleep next to me allowing me to hold you close.’’
A kiss to your eyelids.
‘’Kiss me when Alec yells at me for being in love with his sister.’’
You sucked in a breath before you felt his lips against the tip of your nose.
He loved you! The smile on your face widened before you chuckled making him raise an eyebrow.
‘’And what if I want to sleep with you?’’
You laughed loudly when Jace crashed his lips passionately against yours.
‘’Whatever you want, little Lightwood.’’

‘’Did she tell him she loved him too?’’, Isabelle whispered with an ear pressed against her sister’s bedroom.
‘’No but I think he got the message.’’, Magnus chuckled as the noises of a kiss was heard making Alec groan disgusted.
‘’I’m out.’’


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