thank your for making my life better with your dumbness and your laugh and your voice

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 2

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 17.686

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking mention | mild cum play | explicit language | male and female masturbation | penetration | erotica mention | public sex | restraints | dry humping | graphic dirty talk 

LINKS → 1 | 2 | COMING SOON


The second the timer on the drying machine went off to alert you of your shirt finally being dry enough to wear, the band from its neckline snapped against your shoulders when you slipped it back on. You pulled some of the cotton material to your nose, trying to see if it still even faintly smelled like beer.

Unlike your underwear which just smelled like cum and farts.

The farts courtesy of Jungkook. Well, you didn’t know if he actually farted, but he just naturally smelled like that to you—like old beans and moldy cheese.

You’d spent the past two hours in the laundry room in nothing but a bra and your loose-fitted skirt. It still hadn’t hit you yet—at least not entirely—that you had let your next-door neighbor spank and bone the living shit out of you. That was something you were going to put on your list of stupid-things-you’ve-done-but-did-anyway-for-some-reason. Maybe his mother could relate after giving birth to him. You were pretty sure she found him just as annoying as you.

But then everyone else thought rainbows shined out of his ass.

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confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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anonymous asked:

THIS IS YOUR EXCUSE TO WRITE HOTMESS BTS :)

thaNK YOU !!!
notes: some of these are a little more Hot than usual so read the warnings !!! also these all mention drinking in some capacity 

Namjoon

  • you’re at a party and you’re bored out of your mind so you go toward the bathroom to take a break from the shitty music
  • and you see this guy???? dressed in all black laying in the bathtub reading a book
  • and you’re like “um-” and he looks up and he’s like “ill close the curtain if you need to p-”
  • and you’re like “im fine, but uh - is that comfortable?”
  • and he grins and is like “not really, but my friends need someone to be the designated driver when this is over and every other surface in the house is covered in people,,,,,,,doing things,,,,,so i just take cover here.”
  • and you’re like oh wow,,,,,and you see that he’s reading a book on like the human psyche and Renaissance art something really wild like that
  • and you’re like “read me a passage from that.” and his eyes go wide and he’s like ????? are you interested in art and psychology? and you’re like um,,,,,,,,,,,i just rather listen to writing than whatever crap they’re playing out there
  • he laughs at that and he’s like “sure let me read you this cool line about sculpture-”
  • and you sit on the edge of the tub listening to this strangers deep, handsome voice read out to you
  • and when he’s done with the passage he asks you what you think about it and you’re like “hmm,,,” and you guys spend a good two hours like that
  • you even move off the ledge of the tub into the tub and your sitting with your legs over the long legs of the guy and talking about what the meaning of life really means
  • and only when you hear someone yell out “namjooN,,,,,yOONGI is TRYING to DRIVE but he’s DRUNK”
  • does the guy say he have to get up and when he does you realize holy heck he’s TALL
  • and now you’re both standing in the tub and you hear it again, the person outside yelling for namjoon
  • and namjoon is like “this ,,,,,,was fun”
  • and you can see his ears going a bit red as he scratches at his neck and he’s like “here-”
  • he hands you the book and he’s like “it’s a thanks for hanging out with me.” and you’re like “oh,,,,,i only have this to give you-”
  • and you lean up, pressing your lips to his cheek
  • and namjoon’s blushing ears turn to his blushing whole face
  • but he tilts his head a bit and kisses you on the lips and you guys are about to make out in this tub
  • but the door flies open and taehyung is holding yoongi whose got the keys to the car swinging around his finger and taehyung is like hYUNG kiss them later pleASE HELP me

Yoongi

  • it’s 3 am and the train is empty except for you and this other dude and you’re both obviously,,,,,,,coming from the club because he’s got his beanie pulled over his eyes and you’re trying to get your bag closed but the zipper is blurry in your eyes
  • but then the train stops in the middle of the train and you groan because what kind of jam could happen at 3 in the damn morning
  • and the guy pulls up his beanie to reveal a handsome, but equally pissed off about the train face
  • and after 20 minutes of the train not moving you’re like,,,,outloud,,,, “what the HELL are we gonna be down here all night”
  • and the guy just scoffs and is like “i know right”
  • and you’re just like “this,,,,,,,,,,,subway is so dumb,,,,,,” and he’s like “super dumb,,,,,like whose operating this thing? a ghost? who can’t drive?”
  • and you let out a loud laugh and you’re like thaTS whaT IM SAYING
  • and he’s like “i could probably,,,,,,drive this train better”
  • and you’re like “you should go try” and he’s like “I WOUL,,,,d if i wasn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,tipsy,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like same same same
  • and then it’s silent until you’re like “what should we do while we wait”
  • and the guys like “idk,,,,,,what do you usually do to pass the time.”
  • and you think about it and you’re like “um,,,,,,,,i dance,,,,,,,,,,,,,,or kiss someone,,,,,,,,sometimes at the same time,,,,,,,,,i did that today,,,,,,,like a couple hours ago”
  • and the guy raises an eyebrow and he’s like “you sound like my friend taehyung” and you’re like “is taehyung cool” and the guy shrugs but he’s like “you can dance here,,,,,,,,,,,,,if you want”
  • and you decide, just for the giggles, that you will so you put your phone on the loudest volume and put on some song and start to dance the best you can with your depleated energy and blurry vision
  • and the guy kind of watches with a half-grin
  • until you move over and try to get him up and he’s like groaning that he doesn’t want to and you’re like c’mon there’s nothing else to do plus no one sees us
  • and at first he’s completely unmovable
  • until finally you get him up and he kind of tetters forward onto you and you’re like “oooooo i got you don’t worry”
  • and your faces are much closer now and you realize he really is,,,handsome and you’re like whats your name and he’s like ‘yoongi’ and you’re like,,,,,,,that’s such a handsome name just like your face
  • and he’s like you’re right
  • and you’re both standing there and he’s like “you said that you dance,,,,but also that you kiss people?” and you’re like um,,,yes and he’s like “well i don’t dance so-”
  • and you get what he’s implying and you’re like oh ill gladly kiss you but as soon as you lean up the train jerks
  • and you and yoongi tumble back toward the seats and he’s like woAH and you’re like laughing but it’s cute you guys,,,,,get comfortable sitting next to each other and yoongi is kinda too awkward to ask you to kiss him again 
  • but you do kiss him, right before you get off at your stop 

Jin +Hoseok [slight nsfw]

  • they’re office buddies with completely different personalities but damn do they love to drink together 
  • especially when the boss is gone for the day and they have to stay overtime hoseok just pulls a bottle of whatever out of his bag and is like hyuNG let’s crunch numbers while doing back shots
  • and it has ended up in both of them passing out at their desks with hoseok’s tie wrapped around his head and seokjin’s collared shirt half un-buttoned
  • and you’re the person who shares the cubicle between their’s and,,,,,you basically take care of them before anything gets out of hand
  • and hoseok is always teasing you and messing up your hair and calling you cute while soekjin is always lecturing you on manners and asking you to taste test what he’s brought from home
  • and it’s ,,,,,, tiring but at least they’re not creepy and if anyone is creepy toward you they’re both like “square up. right now. we’re basically their bodyguards stay back.” jin even once got a stapler and was like @ the creep “im not afraid to use this in ways you thought unimaginable”
  • one night when it’s the three of you hoseok is like “i just had three shots and an amazing idea: truth or dare”
  • and jin is like “you know,,,usually i’d tell you that’s for highschoolers but i hate everything right now so let’s do it.”
  • and of course you can’t play truth or dare with two people so guess who gets roped in: it’s you
  • and you’re like fine whatever and hoseok is like truth or dARE and you’re like “Dare” because you aren’t about to spill any secrets about yourself
  • and hoseok is like “,,,,if i was,,,,,,,not thinking about another shot i would say do something silly but i dare you to kiss the one you think is more hotter: me or seokjin”
  • and if you choose hoseok you like roll your eyes but says “sorry seokjin” and lean over to kiss hoseok
  • who is SURPRISED and seokjin is so offended he excuses himself to go look in the mirror for a while and you’re sitting there like “ok truth or d-”
  • but hoseok is like “do that again” and you’re like what and he’s like “please, do that again.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,ok and you crawl over to him and bring your lips to his and he suddenly has his arms around your waist and pulling you toward and ontop of him
  • and he falls back against the carpeted floor of the office and you’re just like ,,,,,not just kissing now like you can feel hoseok’s tongue and his hand is slipping from your waist downward
  • and you’re like “wait - seokjin might come ba-” and hoseok is like “he won’t. he’s gonna have a date with the bathroom mirror so do you want to stay on the floor or should i get you on my desk-”
  • if you choose seokjin you get kind of embarrassed because you’re like “i,,i can’t kiss seokjin,,,,,” and seokjin sticks his tongue out at hoseok because hA they thin im more handsome and hoseok makes a face but is like “kiss him, i dared you.” and seokjin grins at you and is like “i don’t mind!”
  • and you’re looking at him,,,,,with his button down and his neat tie and his slicked back hair and you’re like “,,,,,i,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and hoseok is like “FINE ill leave and give you two some privacy” and you’re like “hos-” but it’s too late he’s gone and seokjin is looking at you suddenly with a Much Different Expression
  • and he carefully undoes his tie and is like “it was too tight, now come here” and you’re like uh ,,, um,,,,,,,wha,,,,,,,,
  • but seokjin is taking your wrist and you’re like oh- and when his lips press softly against yours,,,,it’s like heaven and you might as well just leave this planet right in this moment
  • but then you’re also like,,,,,you let your hands come up and undo his button down and seokjin is like smirking and he’s like “you really want to go that far already?”
  • and you stammer a bit but seokjin is full on smirking now and he’s like “c’mon, get up and let’s go.” and you pass by hoseok whose coming back from the bathroom and seokjin is like “we’re gonna be using the breakroom for a while, it’s going to get loud so just go home hoseok ok?”
  • and hoseok is like hYUNG WHAT GET IT 

Jimin

  • gets easily emotional over small things,,,,,but it’s what makes him charming 
  • and he’s having like an extra hard week because work is slowly stressing him to insanity and ,,,,,, he just needs an hour to himself so he decides to go get his favorite snack at the mall
  • but the minute he turns around with his ddeokbokki in hand some asshole goes rushing past him and it falls from his arms and splatters all over the floor
  • and he tries to get down to clean it up,,,,,,,but he just stares at it,,,,,,the mess of sauce and the cakes and he’s just,,,,,, he turns back to look at you, who works the stall and ,,,,,, oh my god he’s crying
  • and you rush out and take off your apron and try to clean up the mess while also asking jimin what’s wrong (you know him because he’s a local at your stall) and he’s just quivering and you’re like ok ok ok come with me
  • and you lead him inside and put up a “on break” sign and you’re like “jimin what’s going on??”
  • and he’s just,,,sobbing now and you’re like omg and you don’t know what to do so you just open your arms to offer a hug
  • but you don’t expect jimin to throw his whole body toward you and you’re like o  H 
  • and he’s like “eVERYTHING is going WR O N G,,,,,,,,” and you’re like im sorry,,,,,do you wanna talk about it????
  • and he does. he really does. he talks for a longtime but you don’t mind because jimin is always so sweet and you don’t want someone so nice to keep all of this bottled up
  • and when he’s done, after all the tissues you used to wipe his tears to the point where you ran out and had to use your own sleeve, he hiccups and is like im sorry,,,,,,for telling you all that
  • but you’re like no omg it’s fine. all of us go through big messes in our life
  • and jimin sniffles, looking up at you and you’re like “hey let me make you some more ddeokbokki. just sit here for minute”
  • and when you return you give jimin the snack and he eats some 
  • and he’s like “i love it so much.”
  • and you’re like “thank you!!!!”
  • and then you hear him go: “i love you too” and you’re like pause. what
  • and jimin’s eyes widen and he’s like oh no,,,,,why did i say,,,,,,,,that,,,,,,,,,,,,,now is not the time to confess to them  ehrgljbgfsawdg
  • but you just grin and reach out to thumb away some sauce from his lip and you’re like
  • “let’s start with like jimin? i like you too.” 

Taehyung [slight nsfw / implied taehyung + jimin + you] 

  • wants to makeout with everyone, at the same time preferably 
  • comes to the party wearing lipstick and glitter highlighter and a jean jacket that has half the back missing and he’s not interested in what gender or what color or what kind of physical body you have ,,,,,,if you make him laugh,,,,,,,,,,,,,like he’s gonna want to kiss you (with your permission of course) (and the permission of whoever else you 2 want to include in this group kiss)
  • very handsy and affectionate and tells everyone about how he once backpacked through europe and met the descendant of a prince of some province and then,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,made out with him,,,,,,,,,and how he met a girl who breeds snakes and how he well,,,,,,,made out with her,,,,,,,,,
  • “i got this tattoo on my ankle at a frat party at a college i didn’t even go to because the college was in germany” 
  • you meet him as you’re getting a drink and you accidentally turn around too fast and it spills on him and you’re like shit im so sorry but taehyung just laughs it off and takes his shirt off and you’re like oh 
  • and he’s like “there problem fixed” and he’s,,,,,,really lean and his pretty tan skin has some tattoos and some bruises,,,,what you presume are actually love bruises and bite-marks more than anything
  • and taehyung sees you looking and he laughs and is like “like what you see?” and you’re like uM,,,,,,and he’s like “who are you here with?”
  • and you point over to your best friend jimin who invited you along and taehyung is like “care to introduce me?”
  • and that’s how you end up sitting between jimin and taehyung and taehyung is so hilarious and jimin is usually shyer,,,,,but with taehyung’s open personality all three of you are laughing 
  • and wow taehyung smudges his highlighter and the liner around his eyes and his whole cheek is full of glitter and it’s really cute and you’re like “can i kiss the glitter off your skin?” and he’s like hehe sure
  • and you do and then you kiss him and there is lipstick on you now and you turn around and jimin is like “,,,,,,,,you have some- come here” and kisses you
  • and it’s great ,,,,,,,,,, two cute boys 
  • and you three ditch the party and jimin is like “i live down the block!!” and you know fun stuff happens however you would like to Assume it Happens
  • but in the morning you and taehyung say goodbye to jimin and as you’re walking out of the apartment,,,,messy hair and instead of your jacket you have taehyung’s thrown over your shoulders
  • you’re like “well -” and taehyung is like “wanna go get some breakfast with me? we can count it as our first date ;)” and you’re kind of taken back because oh,,,,,date,,,,,
  • and taehyung laughs at your surprise and he’s like “i know i don’t seem like the type to do dates, but i do. especially when i like a person as much as i have started liking you.” 

Jungkook 

  • you’ve known jungkook since you were kids but you never expected to find him sleeping on your balcony,,,,,,especially when you didn’t let him into your apartment
  • but that is Exactly how you find him and you’re like,,,,,what the hell i live on 4th floor how did he get up here
  • but when you bend down to wake him up you see that he’s got a swollen lip and some marks on the side of his face and you’re like WHAT DID THIS BOY DO
  • and you gently shake him, instead of yelling at him as you first planned to and you’re like “jungkook - hey - bro - bruh - dude - wake up”
  • and he lets out like a tiny moan of pain as he tries to roll over and his face touches the floor and when you finally get him to sit up he’s like “where am i?”
  • and you’re like “on my balcony”
  • and he’s like what the hell did you carry me up here??? and you’re like you know that’s impossible you fool you probably climbed the tree over there and then jumped or something you like doing that you’re like a spidermonkey
  • and jungkook laughs at that but winces in pain and you’re like “come inside let me look at your beat up face”
  • and he’s sitting at your kitchen table with dried blood on his face and hands and clothes that you’re pretty sure you saw him in yesterday
  • and you’re like getting what you can out of your medicine cabinet and you’re like “care to explain?”
  • and he’s like “some,,,,,,dude was trying to rob this old lady and the hyungs told me not to chase him but i did,,,,,,,,,and then his friends were waiting around the corner from your building,,,,”
  • you kind of sqaut down infront of him and bring the antiseptic up to his cuts and he’s like taking in a breath and you’re like “sorry, sorry”
  • and he’s like “they got a hold of me for a bit but then i ran away and i probably just thought this would be a good place to hide out,,,,”
  • you put a bandage over the cuts and try to apply something to the swollen lip of his 
  • and you look at him,,,,,,the boy you usually see with the pure big eyes and sweet childish face,,,,,now looking rugged and you don’t want to admit it but he looks,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,kind of hot
  • and you’re like “jungkook you’re not a superhero you can’t just go off and get beat because someone robbed someone” and he shrugs it off like he does with everything
  • and when you go over again to give him an icepack you found jungkook kind of falters and his eyes drop and you’re like “what’s wrong?”
  • and he just murmurs under his breath that you’re just ,,,,, really close 
  • and you hadn’t noticed it but you had been leaning yourself against his thighs,,,,,basically inbetween his legs
  • and you can see the blush rise up in jungkook’s face,,,,,,,and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god,,,,,,,,,,
  • but after all he is an adult and you’re like dkgbvjsldld but also ,,,,,, it’s kind of,,,,,,,flattering
  • and you like can’t kiss his face but you decide to tease and you’re like “i know what will heal all of this up a healing kiss -” and you like take his palm and kiss it and jungkook really is blushing now. you can see the steam coming out of his damn ears
  • and you’re like “but also just knock on my door next time,,,,,,,don’t sleep out on the balcony jungkook WHO DOES THAT” 
Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,262

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone.

Part 1 Part 2


“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”

“What?!”

“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

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Jealousy

Author’s note: THIS IS NOT THE PART I SENT TO MY PROFESSOR!!! This is actually SFW, the smut is allllll in the next part ;) I’m not done tweaking it yet, so for now here’s this!!


I’m hungry.

A loud clanging noise came from the kitchen, causing you to turn your head. An out-of-breath Jaehee peeked out from the around the corner, completely covered in flour.

“Sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically, “dinner should be ready in-”

“JAEHEEEEE, I THINK I BURNT SOMETHING!!”

Seven’s panicky voice echoed throughout Jumin’s apartment. Jaehee sighed and turned around, mumbling something about ‘who let Luciel in the kitchen,’ and how she was going to ‘make sure they never saw the light of day again.’

After watching her storm out of the room, you turned back to Zen.

“What were you saying?”

Zen leaned back into the couch and kicked his legs up on the coffee table.

“Just how annoying it is that we have to host our monthly RFA dinners at his house,” Zen glared at Jumin.

The businessman stopped poking at his sleeping cat and stood up. “It’s not like I asked for this!” He made his way across the room and plopped down on the other side of you. “I’m merely a victim of being volunteered.”

“Victim? Please, you don’t even understand the word.”

“I’ll have you know-”

“Can you two not do this?”

Zen and Jumin looked at the blonde gamer sitting on the ground in front of you. “I can’t hear my game if you guys constantly bicker!”

“Or,” you threw a pair of headphones at his head, “you could just wear these.”

Yoosung quickly dodged the flying object. He crossed his arms and pouted.“You could’ve hit me, MC!!”

“Sorry, I’m just hangry.”

As if on que, you stomach growled.

“Speaking of angry,” Zen looked around, “where the hell is your boyfriend?”

You held up your phone and waved it around. “He just texted me saying he’ll be late.”

Yoosung mashed down a couple buttons on his controller and turned back around. “He better not flake on us this time!”

No promises…

Your stomach growled again and you sunk farther back in between Jumin and Zen. You heard quiet laughter coming from you right and swung a pillow in that direction.

“Don’t laugh at my misery, Zen.”

He grabbed the pillow from your hand and chunked it across the room. “Careful, you could’ve hit my money maker,” he gestured to his face.

You and Jumin looked at each and rolled your eyes.

“If that’s your money maker you must be one poor man,” Jumin chided.

“I wasn’t talking to-“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“That,” you hopped up and moseyed your way toward the door, “should be Saeran.”

And what good timing.

The door clicked and you swung it open.

“Hi.”

Saeran gave you his heart-warming, soul-melting, could-bring-you-back-to-life smile.

“Hey.”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

A loud cough finally broke the two of you apart.

You pulled away and wiped your mouth, staring at the your now very flushed boyfriend. Saeran muttered an apology before walking over to the couch, taking your spot between Zen and Jumin. You followed him, sitting down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and rested his head on your shoulder.

“So,” Yoosung paused his game and set down his controller, “why were you so late?”

Saeran looked down at Yoosung and shrugged. “I didn’t want to come.”

Yoosung formed an “O” with his mouth and looked away. Zen pulled out his phone and opened up his front camera, checking himself out. You looked over at Jumin, who was picking at his nail beds.

This is awkward.

You clapped your hands together, getting everyone’s attention.

“Let’s play charades!”


“For the last time,” you glared at Jumin, “I’m NOT A CAT!”

“Forty-five seconds left!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible actress!”

“Forty seconds.”

“Well, what about you? This is the FIFTH round you’ve guessed a cat!”

“Thirty-five seconds.”

“And? For all I know you could’ve been one!”

“Thirty sec-”

“YOOSUNG, SHUT-UP!”

Both you and Jumin yelled at the blonde in sync. Yoosung’s eyes widened and he slowly put down the timer.

“S-Sorry, just trying to help,” he held his hands up in surrender.

Saeran sighed, “You do realize they’re on the other team, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re so… bad.”

“Watch it,” you shot Yoosung a bone-chilling look.

How the hell am I supposed to act out The Titanic?

Desperately, looked around the room.

“Zen, come here.”

He looked up from his phone and groaned. “I already told you I didn’t want to waste my talents playing-”

“Get your ass up here before I shove that phone down your throat.”

In a flash Zen was standing next to you. Covering it up so Jumin couldn’t see, you showed him the paper.

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

You tugged on his shirt, forcing him to lean down. Cupping his ear, you whispered your plan to him.

“Alright, got it.”

Jumin better get this.

As you spread your arms out, Zen wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on top of your head and you opened your mouth.

“I’m flying!”

Jumin stood up and pointed at you. “The, u-uhh, THE TITANIC!”

“YES!!”

Jumin clapped his hands together and smiled. Without thinking, you turned around and gave Zen a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you soooo much!”

He lifted you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “See!! Aren’t I an amazing actor?”

“The best.”

A chill shot down your spine when you heard the venom laced in those words. You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away from Zen.

“Thanks, Saeran!”

Zen is such an airhead sometimes.

As Jumin bragged to the others about his superior guessing skills, you focused on your boyfriend.

“What’s with the sudden mood change?”

He gave you his classic ‘are you really that dumb’ look and sighed. He motioned with his eyes to something behind you.

Or someone.

You lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. “Are you jealous?”

“…You kissed him.”

“On the cheek, for like, half a second. It was completely platonic!”

“Does he know that?”

“Yes!”

“Hmph,” he looked away from you, letting go of your waist.

“Come on,” you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, “don’t be like that. I love you, remember?”

The corners of Saeran’s mouth twitched. You smiled and took a step forward, “Now, kiss me like you don’t want to lose me.”

Something dark gleamed in his eyes, and he gave you a devious grin. “Don’t mind-”

“FOOD’S READY!!”

You let go of his face and pushed past him. Finally, I’m starving!!

Little did you know food wasn’t the only thing you were gonna put in your mouth tonight.

Bachelorette, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: You’re starting to question your place in life when you find out your best friend is engaged.

Words: 1,550

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile, huh? Life’s been a bit crazy and a lot of my writing attention has gone to Cafes and Late Nights, but I was able to get this one together! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking.

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“You’ve got an admirer, ten o’clock.” Pippa’s tipsy voice sounded from next to you. You ignored her insistent tugs at your shirt sleeve as you ordered another water. “Come on! We’re in a club, you’re single, he’s attractive.”

“Then you talk to him.” The bartender smiled as she offered your drink, a sympathetic look for the designated driver. Pippa wiggled her ring finger in front of your face.

Oh. Right. The whole reason you were out tonight, celebrating.

Pippa’s impending marriage was certainly something to go to a club for - Paul was a good guy and he supported her and you definitely weren’t pissed off that anti-hopeless romantic Phillipa Soo was tying the knot before you were. Sure, you were excited for her and couldn’t wait to squeeze yourself into whatever unflattering maid-of-honor dress she picked for you, but there was a cloud of uncertainty looming in the distance

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Nothing had changed, nothing was different, and neither of the two had mentioned the passionate kiss in Betty’s bedroom, that warm fall morning.

And Betty was pissed.

Did it mean nothing? Was he just trying to calm her down? Did he regret it? Well I mean it was obvious that he did, the way he avoided her at all costs only seeing her in group settings.

Maybe that kiss didn’t mean anything to him, but to her? It was everything.

He had calmed her down with just the touch of his fingers on her shoulders, when he pressed his lips to hers she felt clarity, all of the stress and blur of her parents corrupting her mind was cleared and she could see everything for what it was.

“To be continued.” She had whispered in the floral print bedroom.

Yeah right.

She wasn’t going to confront him about her feelings she had done that once already with Archie and it had blown up in her face. Never again.

So that’s what brought her here, sitting bundled up in her windbreaker shooting glares at the beanie wearing boy across from her, said boy doing anything to avoid her eyes.

“Well would you look at this? Who is this Motley Crue? Care to introduce me cousin?”

Everyone turned at the voice directed their way and nearly everyone gasped at the Jughead look alike standing cockily with his arms crossed adressing Jughead.

“Souphead.” Jughead grumbled, sighing he got up to embrace his apparent cousin.
There was obvious tension there, but the love was also prominent.

“Souphead?” Veronica laughed out loud “your name is souphead?”

The handsome teen, nodded lazily his long blonde hair shaking in the chill of the wind. He was really something to look at, same piercing blue eyes as Jughead, same facial structure and same lazy posture, the only difference was his long blonde locks, fairly similar to her own.

“It’s a nickname. Juggie Gave it to me when we were kids. It stuck, I guess.” Suddenly the boys eyes had caught on to hers and he was smirking
“And who is this ravishing creature? Aren’t you gonna introduce me cousin?” The blonde boy took her hand and kissed it. Betty blushed bright red and jughead practically ripped his cousin from her hand,

“That’s Betty and she’s not interested.” He growled causing souphead to quirk an eyebrow, oh this would be fun.
Affronted Betty glared at the boy in front of her
“I’ll decide who I am and am not interested in, thank you very much. It’s nice to meet you …soup head.” She smiled her brightest smile, purposely turning away from Jughead.

“Please beautiful, call me Dylan. It’s my real name after all.”

She giggled softly, flipping her blonde ponytail.
“Okay..Dylan.”

Jughead thought he might throw up, he was gonna rip every inch of his annoyingly persistent cousins hair out of his head. And Betty, what was she doing? Souphead was not her type, he knew Betty, she needed someone smart, someone who could keep up with her, someone who would be interested in her and her only. That was not souphead, he was worse than Archie.

He watched as the rest of the gang introduced themselves, Cheryl practically eating him alive with her eyes.

“So Dylan..” Cheryl started

“Call me souphead, Dylan is reserved for particular special people,” his eyes wandered over to Betty again, shooting her a wink.

Cheryl seemed physically shocked, no one chose Betty over her. A fact Jughead could never wrap his fingers around.

Dylan continued “speaking of special people, I heard from a few people that Betty cooper was the go to guide when it came to touring the school? Care to share, my beautiful blonde twin.”

Betty blushed again, glancing over to Jughead. He was pleading with his eyes. Don’t go with him, stay here. He’s nothing but trouble. It almost seemed as if she was going to say no, the way her eyes softened. But then

“Hey, if you’ve got a boyfriend you can say no, I totally get it.”

Shit.

The soft look in Betty’s eyes glazed Over and they hardened again.

“No. no boys are interested in me, come on Dylan, let’s get to it.” She said determined, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the courtyard.

Kevin snorted from his left as Jughead stared with wide eyes and slack jaw.

“You messed up my friend.”

Archie slapped a hand to his shoulder, nodding sympathetically.

“Tough break pal.”

Shaking his friends hand off he hopped out of his seat. No way. He was not about to let Dylan souphead jones, steal his girl.

Up ahead Betty was walking next to Dylan laughing at a dumb joke he had made about Cheryl, when he abruptly stopped.

“You like my cousin?”

Betty reeled back

“I uhh.. I umm.”

He laughed

“It’s okay, I see the way he looks at you. He likes you back, as much as I love messing with him, he’s been through a lot. I don’t want him getting hurt. Just so you know. I know karate.”

Betty giggled before sighing
“I appreciate your concern for your cousin, nut you don’t have to worry. He’s not interested in Me. He’s a good friend is all, I’m content to admire him from a far.”

Dylan smirked looking at something behind her head. “Not interested hmm?”

Suddenly the sharp baritone of her very favorite boys voice rang out from behind her.

“Hey!” It called.

Whipping around to see Jughead walking dangerously fast towards the pair, tripping on his always untied laces, her eyes widened.

“ what the he..?”

“Get away from her souphead, maybe your tricks work where you’re from but they aren’t gonna work on Betty, you’re not her type. She knows better that to let a player like you get in her head.” He was fuming and that just spurred Souphead on.

Betty opened her mouth to argue but the cousin beat her to it.

“What’s it to you Jughead? What she does doesn’t concern you? She’s a big girl she can make her own decisions.” Her smirked, throwing an arm over her shoulder

Jughead was practically shaking as he tugged on Betty’s hand pulling her out of his cousins hold.

“I care about her! What she does, does concern me. It’s Called consideration, loyalty. Both of which you apparently have none of.

Souphead gripped her other wrist tugging her back to him.

“dude she doesn’t have a boyfriend, I’m not being disloyal to anyone.” He smiled at Betty as she looked around nervously

“IM BETTY COOPERS BOYFRIEND OKAY?!” Jughead shouted loud enough l turn the heads of everyone in the hallway.

Instantly he shrunk low, wincing at the embarrassment.

“You are?” Betty whispered softly, shaking her hand from Dylan’s and moving to stand in front of him.

Jughead lifted his eyes to Betty’s and shrugged, smiling weakly
“Not quite the best way to ask huh?”

Betty just lifted her shoulders and smiled. Jughead sighed, placing his hands in either side of her face, getting lost in her sea green eyes

“I’m no good at this.. thing we have. But I know that I wanna be with you. I tried to push it aside because I didn’t want to get you involved in my ridiculous, drama filled life, but I can’t see you with someone else. It sucks. And I hate the way that it made me feel, so I guess I’m asking you.. do you wanna be my girlfriend? I totally get it it you..”

Betty cut off his rambling with a kiss to his lips
He melted into her, resting his hands on her waist and squeezing her into his body.
She pulled away smiling
“You’re an idiot Jughead jones.”

He laughed “I’m your idiot.”

She giggled

“You’re my idiot.”

Souphead clapped from behind them

“Well my work here is done. What do you say about introducing me to that pretty black haired girl in the pearls? Veronica, I think her name was? I love the classy ones.”

Betty laughed resting her cheek on his chest as Jughead rolled his eyes.

AN: Hey guys! I know i disappeared for a minute there, but things have slowed down a little at work now, and I’m making a promise to myself to set aside time every week to write. I know I have a lot of things I should be working on, but of course, I’ve come up with something new for you instead. This is a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you like it anyway, and if so, let me know.. Who knows, maybe I’ll write another part! I’ve missed interacting with you guys and writing for you. Thank you, as always, for your continued support and patience.


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IKEA trip - William Nylander

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTTT!

Word count: 1207

Warnings: nope.

Master list

Originally posted by leafbabies


“Will, remind me why I am here.” You complain, pushing the cart behind him.

“Because you are a girl and I need your good taste.” He says, stopping in front of a pre-made living room.

Will and you have been friends for two years, and oh, doesn’t the word ‘friends’ hurt. You have been in love with William for what it seems like an eternity, but he is too focused on hockey and hockey and hockey and nothing but hockey, to actually think about love.

“Why being a girl means that I have good taste?” You ask, shaking your head at a blanket he is looking.

“Because girls have better taste in general.” He answers, putting it down with a pout. “And I want my house to be nice.”

William has bought a pretty nice maisonette after his three years contract extension with the Toronto Maple Leafs and he decided that the house would feel more like home, like Sweden home, if he got the furniture for it in IKEA. The house is completely empty aside from the bathrooms and kitchen, that are fully furnitured.

“So instead of paying an interior designer to do the job you thought that I could do it.” You say, pointing at a dark dining room table. “Without even paying me a penny.”

“I’ll buy you a plate of Swedish meatballs when we are done.” He jokes and you are about to slap his shoulder, but he catches your hand before it makes contact.

Will and you walk around the store, grabbing small pieces like lamps, glasses, plates, silverware… and taking pictures of the bigger pieces of furniture so you can find them later on the warehouse part of the store.

“What does ‘sanning’ mean?” You ask him, looking at the tag of one of the plates you have chosen.

“Truth.” He says, smiling at me.

“And ‘variera’?” You ask again, reading another tag.

“Vary.” He translates for you again, grabbing a set of spatulas and looking at them.

You nod, looking at more stuff for his kitchen. You know that he isn’t going to cook that much, but you are trying to get everything that it’s convenient to have. You show him a big bowl that could be used for salads or snacks and he nods, smiling when he sees the name of the container.

“What is it so funny?” You wonder, putting it in the cart.

“ ‘Vargaden’ means everyday life.” He explains and you nod again. Will loves to speak Swedish to you, but just because he knows that you don’t understand a word and it amuses him. “Come on min kära, let’s get all the heavy duty and go home.”

It takes you another half an hour to get all the pieces of furniture and pay. You get the smaller things in Will’s car and arrange the delivery of the couches, tables and beds for tomorrow.

Will drives us to his new home, which is in much better neighborhood than yours. He parks his car in the underground garage and you two make three or four trips up and down the building to carry everything to his house.

“So, where are my meatballs?” You ask, putting the last bag of stuff down and rubbing your sore hands from carrying stuff.

“I want Thai food.” He shrugs, looking at the boxes, trying to decide what to put together first. “What should we put together first? The bedside tables or that bookshelf?”

“We? Uh uh, blondie.” You say, sitting on the floor and taking your shoes off. “I am not putting together anything. I am just here for the food.”

“Well, order some take out if you are just going to sit on your pretty butt all night.” He huffs, choosing the bookshelf’s box and starting to open it and taking all the pieces out.

You order some Thai food for both of you and sit on the floor with your back against the wall. Willy reads the instructions and tries to follow them, but two people are required to put it together.

“(y/n), please.” He begs after spending half an hour trying after giving up. “Help.”

“What are you going to give me in return?” You wonder, smirking at him.

“Vad du vill (whatever you want), (y/n)” He says in Swedish and you raise an eyebrow. “Just help me.”

“I want you to stop speaking to me in a language I don’t understand.” You complain, getting on your feet and walking towards him, helping him with the bookshelf.

By the time you finish working on the piece of furniture the food has gone cold and you two are sweaty and tired.

“Beer?” He asks, grabbing a couple bottles from the fridge and handing you one of them.

“Tack (Thank you).” You answer him and he smiles at you, loving your accent.

“I need to teach you more Swedish, it sounds good in your mouth.” He says, making you blush furiously.

“Then teach me.” You agree and he smirks, raising his beer.

“Öl.” He says, pointing at the bottle on his hand.

“Öl is beer?” You wonder and he nods. “Okay, next.”

“Hallå.” He says and you repeat, making him laugh. “That’s ‘hello’.”

“Next.” You request.

“Snygg.” You mimic his pronunciation, but he doesn’t translate it for you.

“What’s that?” You say and he shrugs.

“Take a wild guess?” He challenges you and you chew on your lower lip.

“Put it on a sentence for me?” You ask and he nods, thinking about it for a second.

“You are snygg.” He says and you frown, thinking about every mean thing that snygg could be.

“Dumb?” You ask and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Short? Strong-headed?”

“Beautiful, (y/n). You are beautiful.” He says and you blush again. “Another?” He asks and you nod, looking down so he cannot see how red your face is. “Jar älskar dig.”

“That’s a long one.” You protest and he gives you an encouraging look. “Jar älska di?”

“Jar älskar dig.” And you repeat it, not getting it quite right but close enough.

“What does it mean?” You whisper.

William doesn’t speak at first, looking straight at your eyes and you feel like you are getting lost in those blue eyes. Will leans in, his lips just an inch away from yours.

“I love you.” He whispers back and you feel your heart flutter.

“It is what it means or what you mean?” Your voice is so quiet that you are not sure if he has heard you or not.

“Both.” He says, his lips crashing with yours.


“I hope that your new bed is more comfortable than this.” You whisper, rubbing circles on the skin of his chest.

You are laying on a blow out mattress, both of you wrapped around each other. Will is playing with strands of your hair, twisting and wrapping them around his fingers.

“It’s a good thing that you love all the furniture I’ve got.” He chuckles, massaging your scalp softly.

“Yeah well, you have good taste.” You mock him and he laughs.

“I definitely do.” He says, putting his finger under your chin and making you look at him, leaning in for a soft kiss.

Muse - “You’re Going Places”

what is UP you guys WOW
SO NO SKILLS GOT A MUCH BIGGER RESPONSE THAN MY TINY SELF WAS EVEN READY FOR
thank you SO SO much for the support i can’t tell you how unreal it is to receive praise from you guys i love u with all of my heart and soul
i’m hoping i don’t disappoint u
ANYWHO here is the next part to the muse series (part one and part two)

i live 4 the slow burn and i do not apologize for it but feel free to roast me

summary: wow! u got his name! what a name for such a cutie! let’s hope he calls…
word count: 4506 I AM SO SORRY
warnings: swearing is a given because i am too expressive, also i gotta warn you there is #texting and nothing is fucking harder to format than TEXTING IN A FIC so good luck pals i love u i’ll see you on the other side


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anonymous asked:

hii can I request the chocobros (minus Noctis) and Cor popping the question to their s/o after recovering from the loss of Noct and realizing they need their s/o since they were so supportive during their time of grieving? (I hope this remotely makes sense) ty

Yup- I felt many feels typing this one up! Again, these are short drabbles because I’m really trying to power through the official NINE requests I have left in my inbox! The other ones that are in there were submitted after I had closed my inbox to requests, so while I didn’t delete them, I’m treating them as submissions for round 2 of request submissions! Thanks for sending this lovely request in! <3 All these drabbles will end in the confession- and it’s up to the reader to kind of fill in the blanks from there LOL :D *INTERACTIVITY AND ALL! :D :D :D*

P.S: this took me SUCH a long time to type up :O I don’t know whyyyy! :O

Tagging: @xalexanderxkozachenkox, @blindbae, @lady-asuka, @stunninglyignis, @cupnoodle-queen, @itshaejinju, @rubyphilomela, @joioliviapolaroid, @hypaalicious and @the-lucian-archives :D <3

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Prompto: Prompto bit his lip as he glanced at you from under his blond fringe. It was raining down hard and you were holding your back pack limply in your hand. Fingers clasped tightly against the straps, you sighed out loud.

“I can’t believe you insisted we go on a photography expedition tonight of all nights!” you finally cried out, expressing your exasperation. Prompto laughed nervously and rubbed his palm against the back of his neck.

“Sorry- I just wanted to take you back to the spot we first met…” Prompto trailed off, coughing a little as he fumbled around in his pocket for something. He retrieved a small jewellery box and you couldn’t help but gasp, knowing exactly what it was. Prompto smiled up nervously at you and kneeled down on one knee, in the mud, before you. You gasped automatically and stared at your boyfriend of ten years, unable to believe what was happening.

Here you were, absolutely drenched outside at a camp ground you couldn’t even REMEMBER, with Prompto Argentum kneeling down on one knee with a goofy smile on his face, his clear blue eyes partially covered by his blond fringe. Prompto cleared his throat and nervously began to speak.

“So, y/n… you stayed by me through both the scariest and saddest parts of my life. You never gave up on me, and you supported me and helped me be the best person I could possibly hope to be. You helped me become a man and you allowed me to see the beauty in a world that had turned incredibly ugly. I want to spend my life with you, y/n… will you marry me? Please?”


Gladio: “Gladio? Gladiolus?” you whispered into your boyfriend’s ear as you laid beside him in bed early in the morning. You could feel the sun’s rays filtering in through your blinds and hitting your bedsheets with warm intensity. You sighed out in contentment and sat up, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. Glancing at Gladio, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the way he had his arm thrown over his face as he slept.

Leaning over the burly man, you nuzzled his cheek and pressed a soft kiss against his stubble. Gladio stirred at that and groaned slightly as he began to wake up. You grinned and bopped him on the nose in amusement. “About time! We’re going to be late for the memorial ceremony.” Your voice grew sombre at the mention of Noctis’ memorial ceremony. Gladio sat up immediately and sighed sadly.

“Yeah, right. Thanks babe.” Gladio ripped the covers off his bare, tone body and flexed involuntarily before heading off towards the bathroom. You watched him retreat into the bathroom and you let out a sad sigh of your own. You knew Gladio still beat himself up about Noctis’ death, even though he couldn’t have done anything about it- Noctis had been the Chosen King- his death had been written in the books the moment he was born.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Gladio walk out of the bathroom. You didn’t notice him eying you, nor did you notice the small box enclosed in his palm. Gladio cleared his throat, and you glanced at him. Raising your eyebrows at the fact that he was only in a towel, you watched him make his way towards you. He brought the box up and opened it, showcasing a gorgeous engagement ring.

You were slow to react, so you merely blinked down at the ring and then back at Gladio. “What’s this?” you asked, knowing full well that you sounded dumb.

“Marry me. You’re everything to me. You always have been, you always will be. Please- I need you. I always have. If I didn’t have you when Noctis…” Gladio took in a ragged breath before continuing, “… I don’t know. I just… the world’s so much better with you by my side. Please, y/n, will you be my wife?”

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Mitch Marner - Hatred

Originally posted by tboobs

Request: “  hey can you do an imagine where the reader is auston matthews best friend but her and marner act like they hate each other when they really love each other? Maybe have them admit that they really love each other after one of them accidently yells it out during a huge fight (maybe the reader is all over one of the other guys on the team and mitch is secretly jealous so he starts an arguement?) and then they both realize what’s up and potential make out sesh :) “

Highkey in love with this request just saying.

Warning: Foul Language

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IF SOMEBODY HAD TOLD YOU...

Originally posted by jjks

anon said : I was the person who asked about requesting ealier but I just have time know to request so - a jungkook scenario where you or him are a waitress at a restaurant/cafe and flirts with the customer (you or jungkook) and then they wait for the place to close and walk you home and stuff?? if that makes sense??

Summary : Sure, you like the coffee at the cafe. But you like the barista working there even more…

Warnings : none

Word Count : 1k+  


Everyday for the past month Jungkook had been watching you. Not in a creepy way. At least, he hoped not in a creepy way…

It’s  just… for the last month you’d frequented the cafe he worked at nearly every day. It had started a rainy Thursday. You’d found shelter in the cafe, cursing yourself for not remembering an umbrella on a day you knew it was going to rain. Jungkook had noticed you standing there, droplets of rain slipping off of your coat and onto the floor and he’d made you a warm cup of tea. He wasn’t sure what kind you’d like, but he’d somehow correctly guessed your favorite tea.

Ever since that day, you’d gone back to the cafe as often as possible and Jungkook had taken note on how often you came in. In all honestly, he was trying the pluck up the courage to ask you on a date. Everyday he’d compliment you or laugh at some dumb joke you told or tell you a dumb joke of his own. The more he got to know you, the more he wished to ask you out.

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Creepypasta #1103: I Had A Friend Who Lived In The Air Vents

Length: Super long

When you’re a little kid, you do some strange stuff to get attention. Especially when you’re an only child and then poof, you’re not. You’re getting the “little brother or sister” pep talk from Mom and Dad and everything changes. You’re used to being the center of their world, being told you’re the most special little girl, but as Mom’s belly gets bigger and bigger and Dad’s patience with you gets smaller and smaller you realize it’s not going to go back the way it was. Not ever.

That’s what happened to me when I was seven, anyway. I was the kind of kid that needs a lot of attention. I hadn’t had to try hard for seven years, I’d been coasting on my parents’ single-minded doting. But pretty soon I noticed some small differences; they were less interested in what I’d done in school that day, more interested in getting ready for my new little brother or sister.

I was like an alcoholic without a bottle. You feel fine at first but soon the tremors set in and you realize you just needit, you know? You need their eyes on you, loving you, reminding you that you’re the most special little girl in the whole wide world, maybe the only special little girl.

So in the last month or so before the baby came, I got creative.

“I made a new friend!” I told them one night at dinner.

“At school, sweetheart?” Mom asked.

“No!” I was fidgety, excited, twitching in my seat when they both looked at me with rapt attention from across the table. Time to launch my plan into action. “He lives in the air vents! His name is Marty and he’s MAGIC.”

“Oh,” said my Dad, and he smiled a little. “That’s fun. Eat your peas, Rosie.”

And that was it. That was IT! I’d just told them that Magic Marty lived in our air vents and all I got was ‘that’s fun?’ And what’s worse, they went back to talking about the BABY — I always heard that word with an ominous sort of importance — and whether they thought the nursery could be painted over the weekend or not.

I stewed and pushed peas around my plate. I knew I was going to think of something better. Something to make them ask me questions about Marty, about me, like they used to.

Stupid BABY. I didn’t care if it was a brother or a sister. It was a pain before it even got here.

Over time, I came up with new tidbits about Magic Marty and how amazing he was. He only ate jellybeans! He could move things with his mind! He had a cat named Baseball and he was my VERY best friend!

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anonymous asked:

How about s/o being happily married to Gabriel and is devastated by his death and about a year later Reaper confronts them, hoping that s/o will want him back? A lot of emotions and NSFW (not non-con) please.

Reaper: 

There was never a time that you were happier than when you became Gabriel Reyes’s spouse. You were used to all the time he spent working, always waiting for him to come home with open arms and a smile on your face; happy to help him relax at the end of a frustrating day. 

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*Best Friend’s Sister* Peter Parker x Reader

[REQUESTED BY ANON]

Summary: Peter has a huge crush on Y/n. He longs to admit his feelings, so what is stopping him? Maybe the fact that Y/n is his best friend, Ned’s, twin sister. (Mutual Pining + ‘Lil Angst)

Word Count: 1295

Notes: Hope this was alright! I kinda cringed at my writing in this, but oh well. Thank you for requesting!

Status: Unedited.

Originally posted by spiderholland

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Like She’s Mine (part fifteen) - Stiles Stilinski

here it is, you’ve all been waiting and I’m proud to present… fifteen.  the wedding.  the blowout.  boom.  here she is, the final part! i love how into this story you guys were and you were so sweet and i know i had your hearts in my hands and i just shattered them repeatedly.  but i’m honored to have had the chance to do so.  thanks @dumbass-stilinski @writing-obrien and @sincerelystiles for all the support and telling me my angst was hurting you, it means a lot.  and HUGE THX AND HUGS AND KISSES FOR LIL MADI ( @celestial-writing​ ) for playing the part as the adorable little girl featured in this series.  u rock girly i love you so so much <3 enjoy guys and happy easter if that’s your thing


warnings: mentions of sex, asshole theo, angsty asf, heartbreaking tbh, swearing, super long, slightly abusive theo

word count: 8601 (YES!)

Originally posted by satninlove


(the day of the wedding)

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god” Allison was running frantically around as I sat on a stool in the small bridal area.  A whole room just for the bride and her bridesmaids.  Lydia was applying a finishing clear coat of nail polish over my french manicure as Allison was losing her shit.  I could tell that she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but didn’t want to ruin the beautiful braid that was pinned over the top of her head.

“Would you stop freaking out?” The girl I had briefly known, Malia, said.  She walked up to the brunette and rubbed her shoulders awkwardly.

“No! I’m getting married! What if I mess up? What if I forget my vows? Oh my god what if I fall-”

“Alli, calm, you’re so graceful” Kira’s sweet voice rang.“Yeah, and the last night you were reciting your vows in your sleep.  Trust me I think you’ll do great” I assured.

“Don’t move” Lydia scolded.

“And what about him? What if he messes up? What if he- oh my god guys what if he doesn’t want to-”

“He wants to” Malia stated bluntly, not letting Allison finish.  She looked over at me, and I smiled with raised brows.  She smiled at me too, rolling her eyes slightly and I chuckled.

“Don’t move” Lydia muttered again.  There were three knocks on the door, which Kira happily skipped to answer it.  She cracked it open just a peek, so no one would see the beautiful bride.

“No, no Stiles you can’t come in-” I looked over upon hearing his name.  I could hear his voice, but not whatever he was saying.  “No you can’t-”

“What does he want?” Allison asked, walking over to the door.

“NO HE CAN’T SEE YOUR DRESS!” Kira flipped, a side I haven’t seen of the petite girl.  Allison just laughed and raised a dismissive hand.  But she walked away from the door anyways.  “He wants to talk to y/n” My eyes widened and my lips parted at what she said.

“He does?” I stood up, and Lydia mumbled a string of curses.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a beautiful smile.

“Go on, we’ve got ten minutes before the ceremony” She said softly.  I nodded shakily, clenching my fingers against my palms.

“Thanks Alli” i whispered, barely brushing my lips against her cheek as I went to the door.“Oh, young love” I heard her say to the other girls, which just made them laugh.  I put my hand on the closed doorknob.  I took in a deep breath, and opened it.  Swiftly stepping out and closing it behind me.

“y/n”

“Stiles” I didn’t know what to do, or say.  It’s been so long, too long really.

“I wanted to check on you, make sure everything was alright” I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded my head.  “You sure?” I didn’t answer the second time.

“Are you?” I whispered.  He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright.  How’s Madi?” She’s good.

“She misses you” What? Mouth! That is not what brain told you to say!

“She does?” Oh no, no I knew what this was.  He was trying to prod me into telling him that I missed him.  But I wasn’t going to play that game.

“Yeah she does.  To be honest I don’t think she likes Theo as much” I said.  Stiles’ jaw set and his eyes hardened.

“What?”

‘I think she likes you better than hi-”

“He’s here? With her? W-with you?”

“With her” I said softly.  “Not me, simply platonic so she can have a father figure in her life-”

“How long?”

“About three days” He nodded, and put his hands into his trousers.

“Well… well good she has that” I nodded, biting my cheek hard to keep a straight face.  I distracted myself by fixing Stiles’ crooked bow tie, being carefully of my still drying fingernails.

“Yes it is” I replied.  Silence washed over the small hallway and I stared at the now fixed tie.  I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on his shoulders.

“y/n I still love you” I smiled sadly at him, and he gave me a defeated look, slightly slumping.

“I still love you too” I said quietly.  “But I can’t focus on that right now, today is about Allison and Scott” Stiles barely nodded his head.

“But we’ll talk?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course” I replied in a hushed tone.  “I have to get back to my bride now.  She’s going crazy in there” Stiles chuckled and I stepped back slightly.  “Scott holding up though?”

“Oh no, he cried a few times.  He was still crying when I left” I laughed and he smiled crookedly.

“Well tell him his bride is waiting to see him at the alter” Stiles nodded and pretended to tip his hat.

“Of course madam” I smiled and reached for the door, but before he could move away I stepped forward and hesitantly stood in front of him.  I looked in his eyes before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in a bit” I said, and he nodded, staying silent as I opened the door.  When I walked in and closed the door, everyone was just staring at me with knowing smiles.

“Did you all eavesdrop?” I shook my head, wondering just who could be behind that… just kidding it was definitely Allison.

(Stiles’ pov)

“She said she still loved me though, and she kissed me” I finished telling Scott about my encounter with y/n/.

“Did you see Allison? What’d she look like? Was she beautfu- dumb question of course she was” He smiled to himself, and I gave him a bewildered look.  I spun to see Danny.

“Can you believe him? I don’t think he listened to a word I just said” I shook my head.

“Don’t feel bad.  I wasn’t listening either” He replied and I groaned.

“I listened-”

“Butt out Liam.  Didn’t your parents ever teach you it was rude to listen to other people’s conversations?” I said.  He walked away.

“I was listening to you” Mason said, messing with the buttons on his jacket.

“When can we get drinks?” Isaac asked.  I rolled my eyes as he plopped down into a chair.

“At the reception” I said monotone.“

But that’s not until seven!” He groaned.  I ignored him this time.

“Do you want my advice?” Mason asked me, and I nodded eagerly.  Finally, real girl advice.

“Ever have a girlfriend who likes to do things her way and all you want to do is help but she doesn’t trust you?”

“Dude.  I’m gay”

“O-oh” I stumbled.  Oops.  “Well has he ever..?” I asked again.

“No, we’re usually pretty open and know when and how to ask for help” He said.  “But I don’t think she doesn’t trust you”

“How can you say that? Have you even met her?” I asked.

“You’re the one asking for my advice” He said, putting his hands up.  “And no, I haven’t met her, only heard about her from you guys.  And from what it sounds like, she’s got a lot going on.  I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready, and from what it sounds like, she just did”

“No, she’s with Theo now” I mumbled down to my hands.

“Damnit Stiles that’s not what she said” Scott groaned.  He looked irritated, definitely fed up with all of the drama I’m giving him.  “This is what you do, you overthink things before things can even be definite.  This is why you have all these problems, you act before you finish whatever’s even happening” I just stood in silence as Scott went off on me.  I didn’t know what to say.He was right though.

“So… so have I already ruined it with y/n?” Scott shrugged, palms up and brows raised.  Meaning he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.  At the moment anyways.  I know he cared for y/n too, and me of course.  I was the runner up bride if Allison had said no.  At least I think it was…

“Scoot?” All the heads in the room turned to where the flower girl was standing in the doorway.  I grinned and Madi ran over to me, a few petals falling out of her basket.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest girl here?” I said, kneeling down to hug her.  y/n and Allison really did a good job.  She had on this sky blue dress that poofed at the waist line, a darker colored ribbon tied in a bow on her back.  Her hair was brushed, but nothing was done to it.  It was adorable, I had to say.

“I came to say goo- good luck!” I grinned at her and ruffled up her hair.

“Good luck to you too little girl” I respond.

“Mama said after we can dance!” She said, jumping with excitement.

“Yeah? You excited to dance?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly.  “Alright so if you’re really good today, and I mean exceptionally make your mother proud good, then I will save you a very special dance” Her eyes rounded with amusement.

“A-a special dance?” I nodded, and her smile only grew further.  “Okay! I’ll be extra good! I promise daddy!” The room was silent for a few moments before she giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

“Alright alright, you go back to where you were, we have a wedding to get to soon” She nodded, and I watched out the door as she walked back across the hall, knocking on the door to the girls’ room.  It opened, and Kira gave Madi a delighted smile before stooping over to lift her up.  When she was safely back inside I closed the door and turned.  Only to find four pairs of eyes on me.  “What?”

“She’s still calling you daddy” Scott said.  I felt my face get hot and instantly I was fiddling with my fingers.

“Ye-yeah I guess I dunno” I mumbled again.

“Dude” Scott grinned at me.  “That means things with you and y/n are totally fixable” My head shot up as I stared at him with nothing but hope.  “If she’s preferring you over Theo, how long do you think it’ll be before y/n just cuts off Madi and his’ relationship? Not long.  She’ll see, y/n’s a smart girl she’ll see where Madi’s loyalty and love lies”

“A-are you serious?”

“Don’t you think y/n will want what’s best for Madi?”

“Of course, we all do” I responded easily.

“And who do you think’s the better man?” Scott questioned.

“Hell, even I’m better” Isaac said.  He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a long swig.  I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Just think about the logic here Stiles” Scott said.  “But don’t even try to ruin my wedding” I was smiling so much I could barely even hear what he was saying.There was still a chance.  I still had a chance.  With y/n, with Madi.  I can fix all of this.

When we left the room, Scott walking into the large room, all the way up to stand at the altar, I bounced on my feet a little.  y/n came out, and she took my hand immediately.

“Nervous?” She asked, and I glanced all over.  Behind us, Lydia and Mason.  Then Kira and Liam, then Malia and Isaac, who seemed to be sharing his flask.  Please don’t go wrong, please don’t go wrong…

“Maybe a little” I admitted to her, and she squeezed my hand.

“Mama!” Madi bounced up to us, holding her basket and her once messy hair seemed to have been combed through since last  saw her.

“You remember what you have to do?” y/n asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Behind Mali” She said.  I chuckled at how she couldn’t say Malia’s name properly.

“That’s right” y/n said with an award winning smile.

“Here, you can come stand with me” Malia said, shoving the alcohol containing vessel to Isaac.  Madi happily skipped over to the short haired girl and too her hand.  Everyone smiled at Malia, who seemed to have no idea what to do.  She didn’t seem like the type to have a lot of experience with kids.

“How was Scott doing?”

“Ship wreck.  Allison?”

“Car crash”

“Good, they’ll do great” I said and she laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“OH MY GOD THE BOUQUETS!” We all watched as Lydia sprinted, in her designer heels, back into the room, and came out with her arms full of white roses tied at their stems with blue ribbon.  “Here… here… for you… here…” She handed them out, making sure all the bridesmaids carefully held them, then went back to her spot behind us.

“That was a close one.  What would we have done without flowers” Liam said sarcastically.  Lydia whipped around, nearly hitting people with her flaming hair.

“Listen you little snot” She spat sassily.  “If we were unprepared for Alli’s big day, if you even get your shoe untied Liam, I will personally see to it that you are removed from the premises with sheer and brute force.  You will not be attending the reception, you will not even put up a fight.  You will go home, in your spiderman underpants seeing that we rented the tux for you, and you will tell your mother all about how you ruined my best girlfriend, my sister’s wedding.  Do.  You.  Under.  Stand?” 

Liam looked petrified.  But he nodded his head vigorously.

“Good” Lydia said cheerfully with a sweet smile.  When she turned back to face forward, y/n and I quickly looked away.  She squeezed my hand tightly when we heard the music begin to play.  Soft piano keys echoing throughout the building.

“Don’t do anything stupid and get kicked out” She whispered to me, and I cast a glance toward her as she stared ahead at the closed double doors.  Just behind those doors, my brother stood at the end of the aisle, waiting to see his bride to be.  I stared at y/n, how long her lashes looked and how bright the makeup made her eyes appear.  Her lips were a rosy pink, as were her cheeks.  She must’ve felt me staring because they darkened slightly as she looked over to me.  “Cause if you get kicked out and I’m left here by myself, I might go insane” I smiled at her genuinely and she smiled back.  I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.  I took it as a silent promise to stick together today.

The doors opened.

(your pov again)

The doors opened.

There was Scott, way down there, he seemed miles away, but really he was just a good twelve steps.  I looked over the crowd , seeing a few familiar faces.  A few of Allison’s family members, Mason’s boyfriend Corey, Danny and Ethan who I remember briefly from high school, a few of Scott’s family members on the other side, and Theo, who smirked at me as I caught his eye.  They were all standing, staring at us.  I swallowed thickly, and Stiles squeezed my hand again.

“You’re good” He whispered, and then the music lifted, and it was our time to walk.  My arm hooked into Stiles’ and I gripped my bouquet tightly.  We slowly made our way down the white aisle, and I did my best to ignore the stares from everyone around us.  When I glanced down, the flowers were trembling.  A few moments later, we’d arrived.  Stiles gave me a reassuring look, patting my hand softly as we parted, and each stood on opposite sides of the alter.  Scott smiled to each of us.  I watched anxiously as Lydia walked up with Mason, taking a spot next to me.  Then Kira, and then Malia.

Madi bounced out next, smiling so big as she swung her little basket around eagerly.  She grabbed a handful, handing it to Corey who was stood on the end seat of an aisle.  He chuckled and took it, thanking her quietly.  She did this again to the woman across the aisle a little ways.  She continued to hand a bunch of bundles of petals handing them out to people standing at the ends of the pews.  Until she reached us.  SHe smiled big and waved at me.

“Hi mommy!” She whispered.

“Hi Madi” I whispered back, waving gently as well.  She reached in, grabbing a few petals and handing them to Scott.

“Get her Scoot” She said, earning more delighted laughter from the audience.  Scott took the petals and tucked them into his pants pocket.

“Thank you Madi” She nodded and pranced over to her spot right in front of me.

That’s when Allison came up to the door.  I looked over at Scott, who was smiling and tearing up.  He whispered something to Stiles, who smiled and nodded his head.  I watched as Chris walked Allison, as he walked my best friend, down the aisle.  When she’d arrived, I had tears in my eyes.

Her dress was just stunning, which I already knew but somehow this hit me harder.  It was a sweetheart neckline.  The silky material fell down to her feet, and trailed back behind her.

Don’t cry, Lydia will be mad if you ruin your makeup.  She mouthed to me, and I wiped away the few tears that had fallen onto my cheeks.

It was difficult to not cry as they promised to love each other in sickness and in health, and so on.  Madi had scooted over towards me, wrapping her arms around my shin, her fingers every once in awhile reaching up to play with the hem of my dress.

“Your vows?” The priest said, and Scott nodded.  He took both of Allison’s hands and smiled at her.  She gave him a watery smile back.

“Allison Celeste Argent” He said softly.  “I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.  Yes, I was the loser who fell in love with the new girl in school” A small chuckled erupted from that.  “And since I grew the courage to talk to you- God knows how that happened you made me a nervous wreck- but since then, this is all I wanted.  To be together, to stay together.  You accepted me, and my weird friends” He gave a look to Stiles.  “And every time I kiss you, and hold your hand, and talk to you, and tell you how much I love, because it’s so much, it feels like the first time.  Every time I look at you, my heart still races, whether you’re here, standing in front of me, as my bride, or in the mornings when you’re half asleep at the table in old sweatpants and drinking the most bitter coffee, and Allison, you are just as beautiful, no matter what you do, no matter what you wear.  And you’re smart, you always beat me at monopoly! EVen though I’m still convinced you cheat somehow” More chuckles from the people.  “But I’m still going to love you the same, even if you do cheat.  I want to spend my whole life, with you”

I went against my better judgement and let a few tears slip.

“I love you too” Allison whispered back, wiping her eyes with her fingertips as not to ruin her makeup.  

“Do you have vows, ms Argent?” She nodded, sniffling quietly and cupping her hands around his face for a moment before holding onto his hands again.

“Scott McCall, I have so many things to tell you that none of these people want to hear.  You’re caring, I’ve never seen someone so committed to helping people, even when it goes against your better judgement, even when it keeps you up all night, even when it gives you headaches, but I find you still working.  It’s so noble of you.  I love how sweet you are, even to the most jack- even to the people who don’t deserve it.  I love how great you are with my crazy friends..” She looked at me, and I winked.  “I love how it took you a few tries to pass my father’s crazy test so you could date me, and I love how great you are with Madi…” Allison bit her lips for a moment.  “And I hope that someday we’ll have a Madi of our own a-and I hope she’s just like you” I could see tears in her eyes again, and quite frankly I was holding back my own sobs.  “I have never been prouder than I am today to call myself your wife” Good god, at this point, of you weren’t crying, you didn’t have a heart.  I could even feel tears in Madi’s eyes run onto my leg… but she was probably bored of standing here for so long.

“The rings?” The priest asked.  Stiles stepped forward, and handed the small pillow where the wedding bands sat, down to Madi.  She held it excitedly, and handed the pretty one to Allison (probably because it’s pretty rather it was the one designed for her).

“Thank you dear” She said sweetly, and passed it to Scott.

“You’re welcome Alli!” She yelled, the excitement getting to her.  But Allison giggled as Madi handed the other ring to Allison as well.  I bit back my laugh in a smile as I realized Madi had handed both of the rings to Allison.  “Ha-happy true loves day Alli and Scoot” She said, making the room fill with laughter and ‘awes’ again.  

“Come here baby” I said softly, as not to be heard by everyone.  Madi gave the pillow back to Stiles, and waddled back to hold onto my leg.

Scott slid the ring onto Allison’s finger, and she did the same for him, both of them bearing big, sappy and sweet grins.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McCall, you may now kiss the bride!”

And with that, everyone was cheering as Allison tugged him in placing her lips happily on his.  Their first kiss as a married couple.  I clapped, and pulled Madi up on my hip, letting her hold my bouquet of flowers.  Everyone was up and standing, clapping and cheering louder as their kiss turned into five.  I grinned over at Stiles, who looked just as proud as I felt.  He was walking over to me, past the happy couple, and reaching out for Madi.  But I felt arms wrap around my waist.  I turned, my eyes landing on Theo.

“Th-Theo wow you surprised m-”

I was cut off when his lips covered mine.

“What the- what are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling away and instantly setting Madi back down on the ground.

“What? We’re celebrating!” Theo grinned.  I looked around, seeing most people filing out of the room, backs turned to the alter. At least not everyone saw this outburst.  Thankfully they couldn’t have heard it, too much cheering as Allison and Scott ran out of the church hand in hand.

“Come on Madi” I spun around to see Lydia lifting up Madi with the basket full of miniature bubble wands.

“I’m going to go help my daughter” I said, getting away from Theo as fast as I could.  But as soon as I’d turned, I saw Stiles.  He was a few feet away, people moving around him to leave the building, but he didn’t bother to move.  Just stood there staring at me.  He seemed… disappointed.  “Stiles-” I held out my hand and began to walk down towards him, but he shook his head, and stepped back.

Then turned, and walked away.

“Lydia!” I called, racing down to her.  She was near the doorway, just behind Stiles but he didn’t bother to stick around.  The strawberry blonde turned and grinned at me, and Madi clapped upon seeing me.  “Hi sweetie” I said in the tone only saved for her.  “Come on, let’s go blow some bubbles” I said, putting my hand on Lydia’s back and guiding her quickly out of the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Lydia asked me quietly.

“Mama what about Da- him?” Madi pointed back to where I could see a familiar head of gelled blonde hair, and I rolled my eyes.

“He’s going to meet us there” I said, trying not to grit my teeth.  Madi seemed content with that answer, if she really understood what I’d even said.  Luckily Lydia seemed to read my mind, and distracted Madi quickly with the bubbles.

“Look you just put it up to your lips and blow!” I zoned out as she taught her the proper way to blow bubbles.  All that I could see was Stiles’ heartbroken look from earlier.  It was permanently engraved into my mind.  I tried to focus, I tried to smile as Madi had successfully, and finally blew a bunch of bubbles, but I was too deep on my own head.  I didn’t know I was staring down at the sidewalk until I felt a tug on my arm and looked up to see Lydia pulling on me gently.  “You ready to go?” She asked in a gentle tone. I wondered if she could tell o wasn’t okay.  I answered in a shaky nod, unable to speak.

“Mama?” Madi reached out to me, and I slowly took her into my arms, letting her rest on my hip.

“Come on, why don’t we go” Lydia spoke again, and I nodded, hesitantly following her out into the parking lot.  Allison and Scott were long gone, wherever they were going to spend those few hours of peace and being newlyweds.  I figured Stiles had left already too, I didn’t see his jeep anywhere.

“Did Stiles leave?” I asked Lydia.  Her brows knit together, and I knew that she’d pieced together the events of the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, a little bit ago” She told me quietly.


I don’t know why I wasn’t having fun, it was a party, you’re supposed to have fun.  Its natural instinct.  But I also didn’t feel the need to try to have fun.  The reception hall was decorated beautifully, streamers, white tablecloths with fake candles set in the middle of them, only a few lights were on.  Allison was currently dancing with her father, a tradition for the bride.  Madi was playing with Malia Kira and Danny a few tables away but perfectly in my view.  Scott was sitting a few people away from me, and Stiles right next to him.  Only one person sat between the two of us, Lydia.  Given I asked her to sit here.  I was quiet, a plate of half eaten food in front of me.  Scott Lydia and Isaac were having an animated discussion about the honeymoon the newlyweds were having.  London, they were going to London.  I envied them so much.

But Stiles and, we were the only silent ones.  It made me sick to the stomach.  How did I manage to mess this up already? Three months, I waited three months for our small interaction earlier, and not two hours later, we were back to giving each other the silent treatment.  I hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone about it, I’d barely spoken three words to Allison since I got here.  My eyes were stuck to my glass of champagne.  I couldn’t remember if I drank it of it or not, it looked somewhat full, but perhaps I had taken a sip? Didn’t matter anyways.  The yellow colored liquid made me want to throw up.

In fact, everything my eyes landed on made me want to puke.  The dry piece of steak sitting on my plate, a faw pieces of it missing from where I’d eaten a mere three bites.  The empty plates of my friends’ meals, just some sauce and scraps left on it.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to put on an old tee shirt, crawl under the covers, and stay there.  Forever.  But that would make me a terrible friend, and just about the worst maid of honor ever.  So I continued to let myself feel flushed and nauseous.  Time passed as did bodies, and soon other people were dancing to a more upbeat song.  I think ALlison came back to our table, I think that’s why Scott got up and left but I couldn’t register anything very well.  That’s when shapes and colors began to all blur together.

“y/n, hey y/n?” I lifted my head and looked over to see Lydia shaking my shoulder as gently as she could.  “Honey you look sick did you eat too much?” Her eyes landed on my plate, that had my food on it for nearly half an hour.  “Come on, come with me” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she helped me stand.  “Do you feel sick?” I shrugged, looking around the busy room.  Yes, yes I did.  But I wasn’t going to say that to her.  If she made me leave, Allison would be heartbroken.  I felt a third hand on my arm, and looked over to see Stiles, still sitting in his seat, gently grasping my wrist.  He was staring up at me with eyes that made me want to cry.

Great, on top of wanting to puke, now I was gonna have a breakdown.

He said something to Lydia, and she gave me an uneasy look but nodded her head, and Stiles’ arms replaced hers.

“Come on” He spoke softly, and I let him walk me to the door.  The cool night air felt good when we went outside.  I was instantly able to let out a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in.  I wandered over to the wall, leaning my back against it and closing my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady.  I could hear Stiles stand next to me, but I stayed silent.  Once my eyes finally opened, and I wasn’t feeling sick from my surroundings, he spoke.  “What happened?” I looked at Stiles, my expression blank.

“So now we’re talking? I almost puke and we talk again?” His gentle look fell slightly.

“y/n I was worried I thought you were going to have an anxiety attack or something-”

“No, no I’m going inside I don’t want to do this” I said, walking towards the door but Stiles stepped in front of me.

“But you said we’d talk” He said brokenly.  I avoided his eyes, looking absolutely anywhere else.  “y/n come on-”

“No” I said as monotone as I could manage.

“y/n-”

“No” I reached around him towards the door handle and surprisingly he didn’t push me away.

“Just tell me- just-” I waited as he stumbled over all of his words.  Stiles let out a defeated sigh, and stepped out of my way.  I waited a few more moments, but when he didn’t do anything, I turned the handle.  “Just tell me that you and Theo aren’t together now…” His voice was merely a whisper behind me, but I caught it.  Oh how my blood boiled.  I whipped around.

“Not that it’s any of your business Stiles, seeing that you told me you loved me then dropped out of my life for three months, but the second that another guy kisses me, or shows a mere interest, you’re all over it like the fucking alpha male you’ve been acting like!”

“y/n that’s not fair-”

“And it’s fair to ditch me when I needed you?” SIlence fell over us, and my chest was heaving.  Anger, disappointment, all brewing in my head.  But there was still that small spark of hope.  Please Stiles, please say the right thing, please don’t make me walk away.

“So it’s true? You’re with Theo now?”

God I wished I had a glass of something to splash it on his face.  This seemed like the proper time to do something like that.

“Sometimes Stiles, you’re a fucking idiot” I said slowly, shaking my head and turning around to go back inside.  When the door shut, I turned again, watching, and again hoping he’d burst in, tell me not to be with Theo (although i wasn’t), tell me he loves me and wants better for me, that he’d be better for me.  It sounded so romantically cliche in my head.

But after a minute of waiting, I felt I’d waited one minute too long.  Three months, three days, and one minute, and I had officially waited too long for Stiles Stilinski.  Is this the part where I try to move on?

It sounded dreadful.


I’d successfully sat at the table by myself looking like a loner for a whole hour.  This was a new record.  I mentally high fived myself and missed.  Yeah, my head was messed up like this for an entire sixty minutes.  While Scott and Allison were slow dancing to a fast song that made everyone else jump around in beautiful gowns and bare feet, I was sulking in my own self pity.  I amused myself by seeing if I could count all the bubbled in my glass of champagne.  I was currently at seventy six, but I think I counted the big one twice.

But I perked up when I heard a familiar burst of giggles.  I even smiled genuinely when I saw Madi blowing bubbles with Malia Kira Danny and Ethan.  They were all clapping and grinning, laughing with her as she proudly blew more bubbles.  My heart lifted from where it had sunk low in my chest.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  And Madi was always capable of making a bad situation better in a  matter of seconds.  I watched for a few more minutes as she skipped and danced a little to the music, making the group of people light up with joy.

Theo caught my eye, making my smile falter a little as he walked towards my daughter and her new friends.  He almost walked past them, but I saw him stumble a little as his shoe slipped across the floor.  As much as I hoped he would, he didn’t fall.  I stifled a chuckle behind my hand, finding pure joy in his minor trip.  He spun on his heel, glaring at Madi and the others.  His eyes landed on her bubbles in her hand.  He grimaced and snatched it out of her hands.

“Hey-!”

“Stop making a mess!” He yelled, he actually screamed at her over practically nothing.  Even from where I was sitting a few tables away, I could still hear Madi’s whimpers.  I shot up and marched over angrily to the scene.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, trying not to yell, but I still got the attention of other people around us.

“Discipline” Theo gritted out, and tried to maneuver around me to grab Madi.  I shoved his shoulder, forcing him away from my daughter.  “What? Dad’s teach lessons” He maliciously shot his hand out towards Madi, and I slapped him across the face.  To me, the echo of the impact echoed in the room.  But only twenty people would have noticed what just happened.

“You are no father to my little girl” I spat out.  He growled at me, and Malia stood up abruptly, walking next to me.

“Turn around before you do something dumb” She warned.  But he pushed her and me, again trying to get at Madi.

“Hey!” Next thing I knew Theo was shoved to the ground on his ass.  I looked wildly over to where Stiles tood in front of Madi, eyes narrowed down towards Theo.

“Stilinski damnit, how many times am I gonna have to kick your ass?”

“You won’t, get out” Stiles muttered.  SOmehow I felt terrified and safe at the same time.

“What makes you think-” Stiles stepped forward.

“You’ve now messed with both of my girls, and if you say another word, you’ll regret me not personally dragging your sorry ass to hell” I swallowed thickly.

“You can’t make me leave Stilinski, Madi’s mine”

“You’re not my daddy!” My eyes widened and I jolted as she raced forward, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ leg.  “He’s my daddy!” Theo scowled, and pushed himself to stand.

“Listen here-”

“Is there a problem?” ANd now Scott was here.  The second Theo saw him, he had to have known he was beat.  But no, he went on like the jackass he was.

“Don’t you have a wife to be fucking?’ Theo spat.

“So there is a problem?” Allison asked, stepping up with her arms crossed.  Even Kira Malia and Danny had circled around him.  I was sure that Theo was either gonna start throwing punches, or make a run for it.  It was silent, people mostly just staring angrily at him.  He almost stepped to run out of the circle of people, but a hand gripped his shoulder.

“How about I take you outside?” Everyone was now staring with wide and curious eyes to where Isaac was gripping onto Theo.

“I can manage on my own-”

“Nope”

We watched still in silence as Isaac pushed Theo away, and out of the door.  Most of the people left, but Allison Scott Stiles and Madi were still standing around with me.

Stiles was the first to do something, scooping up Madi and rushing forward to me all in the same motion.  One arm was around her back as she sat on his waist, the other reached out towards me and I held it in both of mine tightly.  Tears sprung in my eyes and he seemed to notice because he yanked me in close but gently and held onto me tightly.  I looked over at his shoulder to see everyone was in their own little worlds, not noticing what had just happened here.  I held tightly onto him, one arm around him the other around Madi.

“Thank you daddy for protecting me and mommy” She whispered, causing a few tears to leak onto my cheeks.

“Come on, why don’t you go practice your dancing skills, seeing you still owe me a dance” Madi nodded as he set her down on the ground.

“See you soon!” She exclaimed, and scampered off to dance.  I watched for a moment as Scott and Lydia gladly let her jump around by them.

“I’ll go help them teach her to dance properly” Allison said with a soft giggle.  She squeezed my shoulder as I nodded, and walked off.  I turned to Stiles, and I’d barely even even faced him completely when he stepped forward again, and hugged me tightly.  I buried my nose down into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply and just letting my emotions flood over me.

“I’m not with Theo, I was never with Theo Stiles I love you, you, and just you-” I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled back from him.  “I don’t wanna be with Theo” I whispered, and shook my head.  My hands latched behind his neck as he stared at me, lips parted slightly.  “Not even if it was what’s best for Madi, but I know it isn’t, I know he’s he- he doesn’t make her eyes light up like you, he doesn’t make her laugh, he’s nothing to her, he’s nothing to me besides a piece of shit” Again, I took more breaths.  “And I want that for her, all those good things…” My voice cracked but i kept going anyways.  “You’re the only one for her Stiles, you’re the only one for me”

His hands reached up and cupped my face, pulling me in for a long and passionate kiss.  Stiles tugged me closer and my arms wound around his neck, holding myself against him.

“I love you, god I love you so much” He breathed out, forehead resting against mine.  “y/n I’ve been in love with you since we met and that’s not gonna go away, ever, seriously I’ve tried.  Do you know how hard I’ve tried? To try and move on and find someone better than you? It’s impossible y/n.  Because there is no one better.  But I was the nerd who was stuck loving his best friend” i smiled gently.

“So was I”

“And I was jealous of Theo, of all people, I was.  Because I wasn’t him.  I wasn’t with you that night at Lydia’s party, maybe not doing what he did… but I still wasn’t with you.  I didn’t get… Madi… I wanted to be that guy, not the dick part but the father, I wanted to be the one to be there for you and help you raise her and love her, love her like she’s mine, because y/n all I’ve ever wanted with you is a future, no matter what it holds”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he tried to brush them away with the pads of his thumbs but I couldn’t stop crying.

“y/n I love you, I love Madi, and I want you both”

“I love you too” I whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.  But by the way he smiled I knew he heard it.  “And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, especially today” He shook his head, brushing strands of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be sorry, Theo’s getting the life beat out of him by Isaac.  That makes everything okay”

“And you got the girl Stilinski” I said as he was still brushing a hand through my hair.

“Yeah I got both of them, didn’t I?” He smiled, and I nodded my head.

“You did” I murmured.  He pulled me towards him again, softly placing his lips on mine.

“Took me long enough too” I giggled, holding him tightly as I kissed him between smiles and small bursts of laughter.

(third pov)

“Look at them” Allison whispered to Scott as they danced.  His arms wound around her waist, hers around his neck.  Scott looked over to where her head nodded to, seeing Stiles and y/n holding on to each other and kissing gently.  “Only they could make out without looking like they’re making out” Scott chuckled at that, and looked back down to her.

“This day couldn’t be more perfect” He mused, and she nodded.

“I do agree Mr McCall” Allison said with a small but cheeky smile.

“Wonderful, Mrs McCall” Scott replied, his nose rubbing against hers gently.

(your pov)

“Look at them” Stiles said with a small scoff.  I looked over to Scott and Allison, finding them eskimo kissing.

“Ew” I said, laughing a little.  “They’re already married, just get a room” Stiles laughed with me.

“Come on, come dance with me” He prompted, pulling on my hands.  I nodded, and followed him over to the dance floor.  A few feet away from our married friends.  His arm snaked around my waist, but he still held my one hand.  I left him lead, just spinning slowly around and smiling at each other cause neither of us really knew what we were doing.  I giggled when he stepped on my foot, but he looked mortified.  “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” His face flushed pink and I just shook my head, then kicked off my heels and stepped up onto his shoes in my bare feet.  I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

“There” I said, pecking his lips quickly.  “Much easier, yes?” Stiles nodded and gave me a sheepish smile.  I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead gently against his and then resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed around slowly.  He held me close and it was just a nice silence.  I’ve never felt so calm, so at peace.  Especially when ten minutes ago, I was sure that my life was shattered into pieces that could never be glued back together.

But here I was.  And Stiles was putting the last piece back into the puzzle.  I pulled back from him for a second, looking him in the eye, then raising my hands from where they were draped behind his neck, tangling them softly into his hair on the back of his head.  I tilted forward, softly pressing my lips into his, and closing my eyes tightly.  His hands tightened slightly on my hips as he kissed me back, and I smiled against his lips before he pulled away from me.

“What was that for?” He whispered, and I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head.

“I just don’t want to forget what that feels like” I murmured back.  A short smile pulled on his lips for a moment.

“Yeah well you don’t ever have to” He said, pecking my lips then cheek before pulling me against him again, almost in an embrace.

Our moment was cut short when Madi waddled up, tugging on Stiles’ pant leg and telling him that he owed her a dance.

“It’s- it’s enough true loves with mommy” She said, crossing her arms sassily.  I giggled and released Stiles, slipping back into my heels.  I waved them off to go dance.  I watched as he pulled her up to stand on his feet, just as I had been previously held, and he held her hands.  She was giggling as he danced all around wildly.  I just laughed and walked over to our table for a drink of water.  Surprisingly Allison was standing there as well, looking over the crowd of people.  When she caught me, she grinned and waved me over, so I picked up my pace and went up to her.

“Hiya” SHe said, raising her eyebrows a few times in a suggestive manner.  I blushed instantly as I grabbed my glass.

“Hey” I responded before taking a few drinks.  “How’s your reception going, Mrs McCall?” The brunette chuckled.

“It’s going wonderful, and if my assumptions are correct, you and Stiles are going steady?” I nodded with an uncontainable grin.

“Why yes, yes we are”

“Everything’s sorted out, correct?”

“Correct” I confirmed, smiling even wider.  Allison smiled too, and held her arms out for me to hug her.

“Let’s collectively be proud of each other” I laughed and pulled away, smiling over at where Madi was up in Stiles’ arms, being spun all around.  Allison looked between my line of sight, and she smiled just as I was.  “Hey, I’ve got a little surprise for you” SHe said softly, but the grin that grew on her lips told me it was something huge.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.


I unzipped the back of my dress as I entered my room.  Stiles came right in behind me a few moments later, already in a more comfortable set of clothes.

“Madi go to sleep?” I asked as the dress slipped onto the floor.  Stiles grinned and nodded his head.  I had grabbed a tee shirt from the dresser and turned to face him again.  “Did you have to sing to-” I froze, I didn’t expect him to be standing right there.  “Well hi there” I said with a small smile as his arms circled around my bare waist.

“Mm she’s sleeping” He hummed, dropping his head to plant his lips just below my ear.  I felt myself blush immediately and ran my hands up his chest to grip onto his shoulders.  Stiles seemed to like that because he began to suck gently on that sweet spot that makes me grin.

“You’re sure… she’s asleep?” I asked between breaths.  He bit gently and as soon as I whimpered his tongue ran over the red area, already back to sucking and making it better.

“Mhm” He answered.  I pushed him back and in seconds he’d lifted me up, my legs on either side of his waist and our lips already locking.  

When I fell back onto the bed he pulled his shirt up over his head and settled between my legs, propping himself up slightly on the bed with his elbows.  My hands tangled in his hair and he kissed down from my chin and throat, planting wet kisses down further.  Through the valley of my breasts all the way to just below my belly button and above the hem of my panties.  But I yanked him back up to me for another fast and sloppy wet kiss.  His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I gladly allowed him entrance, parting my lips and letting our tongues mesh.  It wasn’t so much a fight for dominance, rather exploring each other’s mouths.  He leaned up, and I did as well, both of us sitting on our knees on the mattress.  His arms raised so he could cup my cheeks, then slid down my neck into my shoulders, traveling again down my arms and settling in a comfortable spot on my waist.  I had my hands clasped around the back of his neck, softly brushing into the ends of his hair here and there.

I let go of him, reaching my hands back behind me and Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, watching as I unclasped my bra and let it fall slowly down my arms.  I tossed it to the floor by the bed before looking back up at him.

He hastily shoved me back down to the bed, scattering hickeys in my body once again.


To say I was out of breath would be an understatement.  To say Stiles fucked the daylights out of me would be an understatement as well.  Now I get why some people say you won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

I was currently on my side, curled up against him in nothing but his tee shirt.  Stiles was lying on his back, an arm around me as I snuggled into his chest.  His other arm was across his stomach, our fingers linked on his toned skin.  We’d been laying like this for the past few minutes, just resting under a soft blanket.

“So I have some news from Alli” I hummed, tracing patterns in the slight trail of hair on his chest.

“Hm what?”

“She’s having twins” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked at me, a big smile on his mouth.

“Wow… really?” I nodded, and he fist pumped the air.  I giggled at his excitement.

“I didn’t think you’d be that thrilled” I said, rolling over slightly but enough to look down at him.

“Well it means I’ll have to be Madi’s favorite now!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.  “She’ll be so busy with her own little Scotts or Allisons running around the house, that Madi will have to spend the leftover time with me, and like me more!”

“Stiles…” I sighed, and shook my head.  “You’re crazy you know that?” He smiled sheepishly.

“At least I own it” He responded, and craned his neck up to place his lips on mine.  I smiled when we pulled away, and gave him one more quick kiss.

“I love you, you crazy” I said, and he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

“I love you too” He responded.  I snuggled back into his chest and closed my eyes.  I fell asleep to his hand running up and down my back.

And finally, I’d found that state of mind, the one most people spent their entire lives looking for.  Luckily mine just came in the form of a family.

Originally posted by morgenroete


so i wrote this on a car ride back home for the holidays, and i legit cried when i finished and my family was just kinda awkwardly going ‘it’s ok… it’s… it’s ok..’ but it’s not, so many good things happened in here.  Theo got his ass kicked, Scallison got married, madi and y/n got the family they rightfully deserved, it all made a full circle and everyone (minus that lying ass bitch manipulative abusive theo) and I just want you all to know i love you all so much

and that is why i will be making you an epilogue :)

tagged: @morganschiebel @celestial-writing @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @almondmilkislove @kindfloweroflove @taegdcl1018 @peter-andhislostgirls

love you ~ jordie

A Night to Remember

Originally posted by illyria-and-her-pet

Written by Danielle

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2,310

Anonymous asked: Could you do a peter asking someone to prom fic? BTW you guys are great writers keep up the good work

A/N: Hey guys!! Man does it feel good to be back! I feel like I haven’t written a fic in so long and I am so sorry it has taken me this long to finally post one again! Life has just been crazy busy and I haven’t been in the zone to write anything good. I can’t just sit and have words flow from me magically, I have to have an idea and then go from there. And lately I haven’t had any good ideas. I know prom (especially promposals) are long done by now but I hope you guys can still enjoy! Congrats to those who are graduating! :) Christina and I will still work hard on any requests we have from you guys! We just tend to tackle them when either of us gets a good idea for one of them because we really want to make sure we put out good content you guys will like. We love you guys! Thank you so much for the continuous support <3 BTW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALMOST 2,000!! WE’RE SO CLOSE AND CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! xoxoxo


“Uh hey (Y/N)…? (Y/n)? (Y/N)!”

Tapping the end of your pencil on the tabletop, staring off into space lost in your thoughts, Peter shakes you softly to get your attention. Snapping out of it, you stop tapping your pencil and sit straight up in your seat, blinking to try and wake yourself up.

“Hm? Yeah, what? Oh sorry, Pete! I didn’t see you there..” you feel bad for not noticing him right away. The two of you have been really close friends ever since Freshman year, and then at the beginning of Junior year, Peter had finally asked you out. The two of you were both afraid it would ruin your friendship, but it ended up being the one thing in your life that made the most sense. The two of you together just felt right.

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Robin’s Nest: Part 14

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1120

AN: This was edited by my wonderful team of beta’s who continue to plow through my stories.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13


You’ve had countless conversations over the past week. You’ve done your best to give the boys, who look so much like your own, some sort of closure or help. At the very least they’ve talked to you, that’s about all you can ask for, but him; he’s different.

He’s very different from the man you know. There’s very little softness left, and all that seems to remain is a bitter old man, who’s been left behind too many times to count, and is ready to die. You imagine you would be too, if everyone you had ever loved had left you.

    You had managed to hold a conversation with every single one of your sons’ doppelgängers. You’d even manage to hold a conversation with your husband’s, going as far as to mistake them for him. Not that they had seemed to mind a kiss or two. Your Bruce however, was not as thrilled.

    And out of all of them, this man had managed to evade you. Whenever you entered a room, he left. When you tried to speak to him, he would start talking to one of the boys. His younger self didn’t avoid you this much and you couldn’t help but wonder; why did he seem to hate you?

    The nagging little question had led you here. While your boys, in their many forms, held a water fight upstairs, you were down here in the cave, trying to figure out what to say to the man as you stared at him from the bottom of the steps.

    “I may be old, but I still know when I’m being watched.” You visibly pout as he turns to stare at you. His eyes are narrowed, and he’s scowling. “Well, what do you want? You’ve been trying to pin me down for days.”

    You cross your arms against your chest, “Why have you been avoiding me for days?”

    The old many shrugs and turns back around to face the screen, “Didn’t feel like a heart to heart.”

    You pucker your lips for a moment before walking forward, “And who says I want a heart to heart?”

    “That glint in your eye. Every woman who ever tried to fix me had it. The one that said ‘I can make the entire world better if you’ll just let me in’.”

    His answer takes you by surprise, and then you start to laugh. It’s a long and hard laugh, the kind that leaves you gasping for air while your sides hurt. You have just a hint of tears in your eyes when it finally dies down. You swipe them away before taking a seat on the floor.

    He’s staring at you, and you’re sure he must think you’re nuts. Taking a deep breath, you look up at him, “Thanks for that. I needed the laugh.”

    “Glad I could provide some entertainment.”

    You shake your head, “For the world’s greatest detective, you sure are dumb.”

    His neck turns so quick to face you, you’re surprised he doesn’t snap his neck, “Excuse me?”

    “You can’t fix somebody. You can help and assist, but you can’t do it for somebody. They have to want to get better, have to be willing to admit something’s wrong, that they need the help. And to be honest, that’s one of the hardest things a person can do. I mean look at the numbers, there’s like five of you here, and one of you grew up to have a somewhat normal life.”

    “Somewhat?”

    “I love my husband dearly, but I’m not delusional. Leaving civilization behind to master martial arts, only to return, don a bat costume, and dish out vigilante justice is not society’s definition of normal.”

    “Society’s?”

    You shrug, “For us it’s normal. Hell, my boys are starting to get into it now. Making sure there are boundaries and rules in place, makes it just a tad bit more sane. But I’ve got to tell you the truth; I never wanted them to know, but it would have been too difficult to hide it.”

    “Even you admit it runs your family.”

    “Nope. Like I said, there are rules in place. The kids take part in after-school activities, sleep overs, and all that normal stuff. We make sure to have family game nights, and Bruce doesn’t leave until the younger ones have gone to bed. He and I have a date night at least once a week, and if a mission is going to take longer than a week, we talk about the pros and cons before he agrees to go.”

You stand up and brush your pants off, “In the end Mr. Wayne, it’s all about balance.”

“So, what is that look in your eye then?”

    You stare at him for a moment before finally admitting, “Pity, Mr. Wayne. It’s pity, because it is a damn shame that you wouldn’t let those boys in because you were so scared of getting hurt. Even now, you push Terry away.”

    He growls at you, “And the others? Where’s their pity stare?”

    “I think they’re slowly realizing what they could have, Mr. Wayne. In the past week, I’ve watched Richard cry over his lost Wally, Damian cry over his lost mother, Jason come to terms with the fact that his past does not define his future, and the younger version of you in your dimension realize that maybe he could be happy, and I think maybe that will change it, maybe not. But as I look at you, down here and alone, while those who care about you run around and laugh upstairs, I can’t help but feel that if you don’t find your balance soon, you never will.”

    Without another word you make your way towards the stairs. His voice stops you when you’re about halfway up. “I met a woman with your name once. She was a tech on the Justice League’s space station. Looked just like you. She was very kind. Married, with two kids, and always said hello, even when no one else would. She was a good woman. I think it might be a universal thing.”

    You smile to yourself and keep climbing. You’re just stepping out of the clock when Terry nearly knocks you down. He catches you, steadies you with a grin, and simply says, “Sorry, the old man called, said he needs to talk.”

    You smile as you watch him go, dripping water as he goes. You smile and go to grab a towel. When you go back the water is gone, and your kids come running. They’re all talking over one another, before you make eye contact with Bruce, and he simply says, “They’re gone.”

    You smile, “It was time for them to go home.”

Back Again (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Originally posted by linmnuelmrnda

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader 

(collab with @angerybisexual )

Requested?: ‘You should totally do “I still love you, even after all that’s happened.” With Lin. Have fun with it lmao’

Prompt: Lin broke the reader’s heart and she struggles with the breakup but then Lin waltzes back into her life.

Words: 4700+

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention’s of Family Death, and Swearing

Masterlist / Angery’s Masterlist

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Why were you still hellbent on that guy?

It has been a year since you got your heartbroken by the man whom you thought was your soulmate. Ever since he walked out of that front door, you were a mess.  You still lived in the same apartment. You still slept in the same bed you two once shared. You still had his number in that phone he bought you for your birthday. You still had everything that you should have gotten rid of long ago. Why do you still have them?

To be honest, you were in denial.  

Lin-Manuel Miranda was perfect.  

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