the answer to both of these questions is of course a devastating no

One day Naruto looses his memory on a mission.

It’s not that bad really, he still remembers his name and that he’s from Konoha he just…doesn’t remember all his friends or anything like that. He doesn’t remember how close he is to all of them. But Kakashi tells them as long as they tell him small stories about their relationships and how it was all like with him.

So Naruto is extremely confused and hardly remembers any of what they tell him, though it strikes a cord in his mind. 

Meanwhile Sasuke, who’s devastated at this development, has been avoiding Naruto, but it’s Sakura who pushes him to visit. 

And Naruto recognizes him. Not his name, or who he is exactly but he just feels familiar to him. 

Everyone decides to leave them alone but Sasuke sits with him and tells him their story. And there’s just so much and Naruto just soaks it right up. 

But then while Naruto is sitting there, watching Sasuke tell him everything they’ve been through he just asks,

“Did you love me?” 

And Sasuke is frozen because he’s staring at Naruto and Naruto is staring at him and they both know the answer but Sasuke just…can’t say it. Finally, Naruto just mutters, 

“Because I think I loved you.”

Sasuke leaves. He avoids Naruto and these feelings because there’s no way Naruto loves him back. There’s no way he could remember loving him because how could someone as bright as Naruto want him? 

Of course, Naruto eventually does get his memories back and the first thing he does it find Sasuke. He corners him and looks him straight in the eye.

“You never answered my question.” He says.

“Do I have to?”

“Just please…do you love me?”

And Sasuke can’t lie. He can’t say no because he’s been bottling that up for years. And the smile on Naruto’s face makes it worth it. Especially now they had a new promise of forever

The Mother Dearest Theory

I almost named this theory “Return of the Mother of all Theories” but I thought “The Mother Dearest Theory” would probably be more fitting considering what this is going to be about. If you haven’t caught on by now with the name, let me fill you in… This theory is going to outline why I think Mary Drake is possibly the new A.D. 

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW “But Rachel, what about Melissa/Twin/Any other possible character?” Simply because… There are too many things that point to Mary that I just can’t ignore anymore, and in true PLL fashion there is possibly Hitchcock involved. From the very beginning when Mary was introduced, she rubbed me the wrong way, something about the way she talks and carries herself screams psychopath to me (and trust me… I’ve spent most of my life researching them.) What she says doesn’t necessarily coincide with what she does, and things have been gradually building up to the point I can’t ignore the signs anymore.

 So, let’s start at the beginning so to speak… I’m going to talk about the twins from the Halloween story. We all know how it goes, one twin gets jealous of what the other twin had and then one twin stabs the other. Mary stabbed Jessica, Mary went to Radley, Mary met Pastor Ted and had Charlotte, Mary pretended to be Jessica, Mary got pregnant with Spencer by pretending to be Jessica with Peter (which is the huge secret Jessica and Peter had that they had a deal with), and Mary is batshit fucking crazy.

 Also let me ask this question, did we all just up and fucking forget this happened? 

How the hell did we forget that Mary dressed up as her dead sister to scare Alison (AND PUT HER IN THE HOSPITAL) and for that matter… How in the bloody hell did Mary know what Jessica was buried in if she wasn’t there burying herself. And for that matter, it would mean she ways the one who not only buried her- but she was there when Alison was buried as well. If you remember in season 5 when Alison came back to rosewood and Jessica’s body was found, Alison got a video of her mother being buried with a text attached saying “I buried her the same way I watched her bury you.”

 To be fairly truthful whether Mary stabbed Jessica doesn’t matter, the facts are that Mary spent a lot of time in Radley where (like I’ve outlined multiple times in other theories and it actually comes into play later…) Mary assumes Jessica’s identity which confirms not only that she was the mother Bethany was talking about and the “is it like mother like daughter?” Was referring to Mary and Charlotte and not Jessica and Alison, which is confirmed by the flashback of Jessica screaming at Alison that Cece was at Radley calling herself Alison. 

 Now to my favorite part… The Hitchcock aspect. Does everyone remember that scene where Hanna was being tortured in the barn and she hallucinates that’s Spencer is there stroking her hair and singing a song? (The same song and scene that they recreated with Mary and Spencer in the 7x10) 

Yeah that’s not a coincidence, look at Mary’s history… She assumes Jessica’s identity, she assumes Charlottes identity as A.D., she’s now assuming Spencer’s identity. Yes, my friends… PLL is pulling a reverse Psycho where Mother assumes the role of Norman instead of the other way around. Think about it, what’s the FIRST thing she does? Buy the lost woods, just as Norman Bates did with his mother and the bates motel. And just as Norman Bates assumed the identity of his mother, Mary seems to take the personality of her daughters on- becoming A.D. As Charlotte was A, and now becoming more caring, calm, and subdued like Spencer… Also people have been passing around this photo:

 I’d like you to notice something, look at the make-up and body language of both the scene where Spencer’s with Hanna and this scene compared to Mary’s tea cup scene… That ISN’T Spencer in there… That’s Mary. Confirmed by the fact Andrea was wearing the EXACT dress she was wearing.

Also, since we know for sure Mary and Archer we’re working together (and that she was helping torture Alison) guess who the only other person was who knew about the barn? Yep. Mary. And what just happened last episode? Hanna getting locked in like she was back in the barn, considering Archer is dead… There’s really only one other person who knew. Mary. 

Mary seems to have a pattern of assuming the identities of people she’s close with, so naturally that next step would be Spencer. Mary showed up before Charlotte died and A.D. Was introduced just as Charlotte appeared once Mona lost the game as A after season 2. 

Mary bought the Lost Woods where Hanna was kidnapped and tortured. And for that very matter how in the living fresh hell did she get that money in the first place? Mary was known to be working with Archer and we know for a fact whoever A.D. Is not only worked with Archer but knows the girls killed him. 

 We know for a fact that Mary was involved with everything because she LITERALLY SAYS TORTURING ALISON IS WHAT CHARLOTTE WOULD HAVE WANTED. Just like some antagonist I know of who seems to be targeting the girls because they think they had something to do with Charlotte’s death. 

We also know Jessica had some sore of heart condition and trouble getting to sleep (as per her prescriptions) that I don’t know… Would probably coincide with a devastating childhood trauma involving her twin sister? Which would only make Mary hate Jessica even MORE causing her to assume Jessica’s identity. “But she was in Radley!” Doesn’t it seem odd to anyone how the twin story was put in chronological order to where oddly a Radley sanitarium car shows up at the house the exact DAY the twin story is told? 

 This would also mean Charlotte, Mary, and Bethany were all in Radley at the same time and if that doesn’t scream trouble incoming I don’t know what does. This also brings me to the obvious blatant lie that Mary and Charlotte didn’t know each other. She literally called herself Cece Drake. The same last name. And Mary says with quite confidence “You’re the only man my daughter truly ever loved” 

Side-note, whoever is revealed as Jessica’s killer could’ve possibly made the mistake of thinking they were killing Mary instead of Jessica, in which case you’d think it would throw the theory off course- but it actually doesn’t. It could’ve been Charlotte and she lied about it, it could’ve been someone who thought Jessica was Mary by mistake, it could’ve been Mary herself. But the signs point to Mary as being her killer, or at least being there as Jessica was being buried per her clothes a la zombie Jessica in 6x20. 

Now as per why… Simple answer, Mary wants everything that she feels was taken from her. She wants the life that she feels was taken from her. She wants revenge for the daughter she lost. She wants revenge on the families who had what she always wanted. 

 As for Charlotte’s killer (If she’s dead at all…) I will tell you that you’d do well to watch Mona. Or even possibly someone who appears to be Mona. They’re going to bring in Melissa and Wren to make it appear as though they have something to do with it, revealing things that we’ve wondered about them for a long time… 

And Melissa’s luggage bag handle may have been missing but I would like to remind you… Who paid off the mechanic and drove the huge truck that nearly ran over Emily to get it back?

 I hope the theory was well worth the wait, it was good to get back in the theory game again. 

Don’t worry, we all go a little mad sometimes.

Youtuber AU Masterlist

The Bells And The Beats -  nuclearchinchilla

Summary:  In which Leo and Guang-Hong become famous YouTubers, Yuuri and Viktor get married, and large nets are somewhat involved in all this.

Birds of A Feather -  nocturnal_wanderlust

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri is a 20-year-old dance student at an arts college. He dreams of one day gracing the world stage with his unique dance style. However, he usually holds himself up in his room watching Youtube videos of his favorite dancer, Viktor Nikiforov. When Yuuri gets the opportunity of a lifetime he’s not sure how to respond. Follow Yuuri on his journey towards becoming a more confident dancer and winning Viktor’s heart.

Break Me Down, Down, Down legolifesaver

Summary: Yuri refused to let anyone call his videos “pointless”. He spent too much of his time on them and he wasn’t about to let some asshole question him.orYuri runs a fashion channel, Otabek makes covers, and they both meet in the middle.

Changing Seasons Soigne

Summary: Seasons come and go, mostly in the same fashion of obsessions and numerous phases. Nearly all of the greater bit of the population go through these small trifles and continue on with life without a second thought- but not Victor Nikiforov. He has an undying interest in a smaller YouTuber by the name of Katsuki Yuuri, and what makes it even worse, is the fact that he has no idea whatsoever as to why. He doesn’t even want anyone to find out about his seeming obsession, and still, he’s still watching his YouTube videos at four in the morning when he can’t sleep. Better yet- he can’t stop watching the younger male’s videos with great integrity and character being discovered within himself. Viktor can’t find himself becoming bored with whatever is drawing him to the other YouTuber, and he’s even becoming concerned for his own mentality at the same time. Of course, there’s no real harm, as he would never be able to meet the YouTuber in real life- that is, until he stumbles upon him at PlayList Live, and fangirls like a complete imbecile in front of thousands of his subscribers.Also, the fic in which all of the characters are absolute dorks, and Viktor is too gay and sassy to function.

Collab With Me? SindarDragonRider

Summary: After Phichit posts a video of Yuuri watching Viktor Nikiforov’s latest video, one thing leads to another and suddenly Viktor’s flying to Detroit to do a collaboration with Yuuri.Viktor, of course, is excited to get to know and befriend the beautiful vlogger he saw online and quickly became infatuated with. Yuuri’s freaking out because THE Viktor Nikiforov - one of the most successful YouTubers in the world - is talking to him and he has no idea what he’s doing (of course, he’s secretly just as excited as Viktor himself)aka the YouTube AU where Yuuri’s a cinnamon roll and Viktor loves him for it

Cook Cook Fall in Love -  Blackbeyond

Summary: Victor Nikiforov is the most decorated chef in the world.Yuuri is a YouTuber who happens to cook his recipes.There’s only so much Victor can resist when there’s a cute, Japanese boy complimenting him and correcting him and saying he’d be an amazing teacher.What else is he supposed to do but teach him?

Go for Tech -  HopeCloudsObservation

Summary: Yuuri and friends(?) volunteer as staff at a convention. Yuuri tries his best to keep himself together, but that hasn’t exactly gone well for him before. It’s one thing being manager; managing this department in particular is another challenge entirely.“I’m not sure how I survive it every year to be completely honest.”

Haute Watermelonsmellinfellon

Summary: Yuuri is a hot dancer and a dedicated fasionista. He doesn’t care what the haters have to say on the matter, he knows it and his subscribers know it. Shockingly, Victor Nikiforov seems to think so as well. And when Victor’s attention is focused on Yuuri, life begins to take an interesting twist.Has Victor always been so extra?

Hello World! nocturnal_wanderlust

Summary:  Yuuri Katsuki is pushed into creating a YouTube channel by his best friend and roommate, Phichit. Through his channel Yuuri is able to gain a following and the attention of one of his favorite YouTubers.

helpless -   Barricadesatfleetstreet

Summary: The ‘they are small Youtubers who just happened to find eachother online’ au absolutely no one asked for.

How to save a life obtainjh

Summary:  Music AU in which Yuuri is a somewhat known musician who due to family issues had to leave music and focus in his studies but never quite left music and started a YouTube channel that got even more popular the moment Viktor Nikiforov, a reknown musician, watched one of Yuuri’s renditions of his songs.

How Would You Feel -  aypreal

Summary:  “I have a feeling that Mr Evil Hamster’s main goal was for me to announce my status quo to the world in guise of having to play an acoustic love song. Anyway, let’s get this over with. This one’s for you baby.”

I love you, my dear -  indianchai

Summary:  Musician au where famous YouTube singer Victor is practically in love with a famous singer/lyricist named Lilith (who has never revealed his true identity to the public). Victor feels compelled to go to Lilith’s first show of his world tour (even though he’s never met him) and on the flight there, he sits next to this guy named Yuuri, completely oblivious to the fact that Yuuri is his idol, Lilith.

ILYSB aypreal

Summary:  The excuse was; the last available flight from Kazakhstan to Moscow was three days before the main show, the 2017 Spring Fashion Week, the next flight was a day after the closing of the season. Someone must have played a joke and somehow misrouted all the planes for the Kazakhstan-Moscow route. Then of course, given that it was crowded for the Moscow Fashion week, all hotels were booked and Yuri was one of the higher staffs under Viktor that doesn’t have any partners nor family members staying with him. So as courtesy for the imported DJ, Yuri was tasked to host the man who will bring the music to Viktor’s schemes. Otabek Altin.

Intertwined -  FutabaYoshioka

Summary:  Phichit is a YouTuber and Yuuri has been harbouring a crush on Viktor for way too long. After Yuuri’s poor performance at the Grand Prix Final and the depression that followed him afterwards, Phichit decides it is time to bring them together.

On New Found Determination -  ReccoFanfiction

Summary:  A helpful stranger pointed out the high points of Yuuri’s performance at the Grand Prix and it causes a changes throughout Yuuri’s life and future.

Polyamory 101 -  Bassarid

Summary:  Based on a prompt by Lorienleylines: “an au where Phichit, Guang Hong, and Leo are all college students, Phichit is a semi-famous youtuber, and he invites Guang Hong and Leo to join him on his channel to answer submitted questions about polyamory. (Established relationship pls)”

Show Some Pinterest! Goggles_McGee

Summary: After a devastating defeat at a big cooking competition, Yuuri Katsuki is distraught but his friends come up with a way for him to continue cooking without that much pressure. And it’s just a great way to have run and share their interests with others. They start a YouTube channel called: Show Some Pinterest!They find pins on Pinterest to try, like recipes, DIY crafts, and workout plans.Yuuri loves it. He loves the comfort of working with his friends, he loves that he still gets to cook. Sure, he’s a but upset that he utterly failed at his favorite competition, not to mention, failed in front of his idol chef. But he tries to put that all behind him.But how can he do that when said idol tracks him down in Detroit and wants to coach him so he can redeem himself at the very competition he failed at?

sugary sweet kevincriesblood

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri works at a coffee shop. Unfortunately, it is a coffee shop that happens to be his idol’s favorite. He regularly sees the vlogger he has posters of, which he’s not sure if that’s good or bad. Yuuri also has a not safe for work blog that he updates, with a rather sweet, odd anon.
It’s also an issue that he fantasizes that this anon is his idol. He’d never really date a guy like Yuuri, right?

You Have (1) Notification arzenpai, hosarin

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri wouldn’t call himself an internet sensation, no matter how many people followed them for their skating videos and Phichit’s prank vines. Despite the number of people who would recognize him and ask for a selfie on the street, his life is plain.On the other hand, Viktor Nikiforov is an internet sensation, but he needs inspiration.He finds it when Mila shows him a video from the channel Shall We Skate.

Yuri and The Science Experiment ushijimascacti

Summary:  Yuri Plisetsky is quick to become addicted to something, whether that “something” be breaking a world record held by his Japanese rival or learning about biology and the scientific world. The young 16 year-old is the secret face of the youtube channel “Как сделать”, or “How to Make”. This channel features a variety of videos from anti-aging potions to the creation of the Homunculus, one of Yuri’s greatest achievements (other than earning gold at the Grand Prix Final the year previous). He is very proud of this fascinating discovery and made it by entering a random donor’s sperm into the yolk of an egg. After this step, he covered the egg and left it to incubate for many weeks. Over time, he has created two successful organisms and in this story attempts to make one more. This time, though, he is too impatient and the outcome is a bit… annoying. (P.S. idk russian so pretend he’s talking in russian!!!!!)

Capture and Effect (J.M)

Description - When live on YouNow, fans capture Jonah’s face while looking at you and rumors spread like wildfire.
Warning: Jonah being a smol bean, that’s it


The Marais family was practically your family. You grew up next to them all your life and everything they went through, you went through.

Like when Jonah announced that he’d be moving to L.A to share a house with his four other band mates. You, along with his family, were devastated. Jonah was your best friend, your ride or die, the Clyde to your Bonnie. But then he left and returned ever so often. Of course, you’d visit him a few times but it wasn’t the same.

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Move, Made.

Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Lots of fluff and the usual pinch of angst!
Word: 3.5k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU

Parts: I, II & III

Originally posted by leojuseyo

+You’re in love with your fuck buddy, Yoongi’s best friend, Hoseok. And Yoongi recently made it known that he more than likes you in his bed, naked.

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Wanted

Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – Children can be so cruel; can Dean make it all better?

Word Count – 2,187

Warnings – Is Daddy!Dean a warning?  I think Daddy!Dean should be a warning…

A/N –Request by @youtubehelpsmesurvive: “First of all, I’m a really big fan of your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader story based off either the song Wanted…by Hunter Hayes.  AND I had two requests for a Daddy!Winchester story, so I’m going to combine them both in this one.

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

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Dean truly loved the life he had now, but he was about to pull his hair out in frustration.  You were away visiting relatives out of state, and he was left as the sole caretaker of your six-year-old daughter for the week.  He was at a loss to figure out how to do the fishtail braid that the little girl was demanding he put into her hair.  

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Someday Your Child May Cry

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26. Unexpected

In the six or seven years that Mulder and Scully have known Walter Skinner, they’ve never known him to attend any sort of social gathering, much less host one himself. So when he drops by the basement office two days before Christmas to invite them to his New Year’s Eve party, they’re taken by surprise.

“Of course, I understand you can’t commit one way or another,” Skinner tells them, with a pointed look at Scully’s stomach. She’s four days from her due date and three minutes from reaching in and yanking the baby out all by herself. “But if nothing’s changed by then, and you feel up to it, I’d like it if you could both come.”

Privately, Scully doubts she’ll survive that long if she hasn’t given birth by then… but when New Year’s Eve arrives, and she’s got nothing to show for it except a few particularly intense Braxton-Hicks contractions, Scully allows Mulder to coax her into her lone maternity dress and out of her (now their, as of October) apartment.

“Come on, Scully,” he wheedles, as he pulls her, protesting and grumbling, out of the building and to the car. “Our boss has finally deemed us fit enough for public consumption to invite us to a social gathering. Don’t you want to reward his faith in us?”

The drive to Skinner’s apartment in Crystal City is just long enough for Scully to breathe her way through a few more Braxton-Hicks contractions. Each time, Mulder glances over at her nervously.

“Should we be timing these?” he asks, and Scully shakes her head.

“It’s not the real thing yet,” she says. “There’s no rhythm to them whatsoever. They don’t even hurt yet.”

“Yeah, but your pain tolerance is considerably higher than the average person’s, Scully. I’ve seen it. Are you sure we shouldn’t-”

“Mulder,” Scully snaps, cutting him off, “I went through the trouble of squeezing into this dress and putting on makeup, and I’m not going anywhere except to this party. At the stroke of midnight, and not a moment later, I’m getting back in this car, you are taking me home, and I’m not doing anything that I don’t want to do until this baby finally decides to make an appearance. Understand?” Mulder nods meekly, and says nothing for the duration of the drive.

A light snow has begun to fall by the time they arrive. Mulder glances up at the sky nervously, then at Scully, and appears to weigh the risk of commenting on potential risky driving conditions before deciding to keep quiet. Skinner, drink in hand, meets them at the door and attempts to thrust a glass of scotch at Mulder, who shakes his head.

“Better not,” Mulder says, and leans over to whisper something in Skinner’s ear that makes their boss immediately look concerned. Before either can start trying to convince her that maybe she should head to the hospital, Scully shakes her head and walks away as quickly as she can. 

Scully wanders from one group of fellow agents to another for an hour, making polite conversation, answering far too many well-meaning questions about when she’s due, how she’s feeling, whether or not she’s ready for this to be over yet. She fields the occasional labor-and-delivery horror story (why do people insist on sharing these with first-time mothers?) and dodges the obvious gossips who are clearly only looking for juicy tidbits to share at the water cooler. The entire time, she splits the remainder of her focus between keeping an eye on the steadily-increasing snowfall outside, and timing her contractions, which are increasing right alongside the snowfall.

With less than half an hour to go until midnight, Scully is finally no longer able to talk through the contractions, and the intervals between them are decreasing quicker than she would have believed possible. Carefully placing her half-drunk flute of ginger ale on the nearest table, she goes in search of Mulder.

Seconds later, however, she feels a sudden, warm gush of fluid between her legs, and she freezes in place, her breath catching in her throat. She’s just wondering what her chances are of finding Mulder before anyone notices when there’s a sudden gasp to her left.

“Oh my god!” shrieks Kim, Skinner’s assistant. “Your water broke!” As people around them begin to turn and gawk, Scully tried frantically to quiet Kim down.

“Kim, don’t-” But Kim whirls to the room at large, paying Scully no mind.

“SOMEONE FIND AGENT MULDER!” she yells, over the music, over the hum of conversation, and every eye is immediately on them. “AGENT SCULLY’S WATER JUST BROKE!” Scully feels her face go immediately red as every guest in the room simultaneously gasps and turns to look at her. Excited murmuring is suddenly everywhere, and moments later the crowd parts, revealing a panicked Mulder and a terrified Skinner, barreling through the guests at top speed. They skid to a halt at either side of her.

“I’m fine, Mulder,” Scully insists. “We should probably just- ohhhhh….” She groans sharply and bends at the waist, as much as she’s able, clutching at her belly, as the strongest contraction she’s felt so far seizes her. Mulder takes her arm and leads her through the crowd, towards the door. Skinner follows along behind them.

“We should call an ambulance,” he suggests. “It’s been snowing for hours and the roads are getting dangerous.” Scully opens her mouth to tell him that’s ridiculous, they’ll be fine driving on their own, but another contraction rolls over her and her words die in her throat. Mulder makes a strangled noise that suggests he’s inches from panic, and as the trio leaves the apartment, borne on a wave of well-wishes from the guests, Skinner pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Through a haze of pain, as she waddles slowly down the hallway, leaning on Mulder, Scully hears the AD calling for an ambulance, arguing with the dispatcher; then, as they reach the elevators, he hangs up in disgust.

“There are four multiple-car pileups in this part of town, because of the snow,” he says. “Every ambulance in the area is busy.”

“Don’t- need- an ambulance,” Scully grunts at him. “You drive us.”

“Me?” Skinner’s panic seems to ratchet up a notch when Scully nods.

“You’re a Vietnam veteran,” Scully says, as the contraction releases her from its grasp. “Are you telling me you’re too scared to drive a pregnant woman to the hospital?” Skinner opens his mouth to answer, but his retort dies in his throat as Scully doubles over with another contraction.

“They shouldn’t be this close together yet,” says Mulder anxiously. “This is faster than the book said it would be. What’s going on?” Scully shakes her head, unable to speak, and keeps moving, smacking the elevator button with all the force she can muster. Mulder and Skinner follow her into the car when it arrives… and as the doors slide shut, Scully suddenly feels an incredible pressure in her pelvis, accompanied by a deep, instinctual compulsion to push. She groans, leaning her back against the wall of the elevator and sliding to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Skinner demands, as both men kneel next to her. “What’s going on.”

“Now,” Scully huffs, beginning to pant. “The baby’s coming now.” Mulder pales.

“Not now!” he says. “It can’t come now, not here!”

“Yes. NOW.” Scully insists. She begins to wiggle out of her soaked underwear, grateful for her decision to wear a dress, and Skinner hastily stands and turns his back. “Mulder,” she pants, “need you to check. If you can see. The head.” Mulder nods, terrified, and lifts her dress, peering between her legs… and he immediately falls back on his hands, his eyes wide.

“I can see it!” he exclaims, looking up at her, his eyes wide, his panic intensifying. “It’s coming! What do I do?”

“Nothing,” Scully grunts. “Guide the head- as it slips- ouuuuuuut!” The urge to push hits her hard, and she obeys immediately.

“It’s coming out!” Mulder yells excitedly, and in the corner of the elevator, Skinner looks, in spite of himself, and quickly turns away again, leaning his head on the elevator wall. “No, wait!” yells Mulder, as the contraction ends. “It’s going back in again!” He looks up at Scully. “Is that normal?”

“Mulder, you said you read this part of the book!” yells Scully.

“Six months ago, Scully!” says Mulder defensively. “And that was before having part of my brain cut out!” There’s a sudden chime, and behind Mulder, the elevator doors slide open, revealing an extremely startled older couple.

“Get the next one!” yells Skinner, slamming the button to close the doors again. At the same time, Scully is hit by the strongest urge to push yet, and she bears down, grunting involuntarily in a way that would probably have embarrassed her to no end, had she not been wholly preoccupied by the searing pain in her abdomen and pelvis.

“OH MY GOD IT’S COMING!” yells Mulder, grabbing at his hair, now almost completely out of his head. Dimly, in the apartments beyond the elevator, Scully hears people counting down. It’s about to be midnight.

“CATCH IT, YOU IDIOT!” shrieks Skinner, and thankfully, as the pain reaches an almost unbearable crescendo and Scully screams, Mulder comes back to himself and reaches down, carefully guiding the tiny, slippery form from Scully’s body. There’s a half a second of terrifying silence… and then, blessedly, the elevator is filled with the indignant cries of new life. 

Mulder sits back on his haunches, the squalling newborn in his hands. His eyes, swimming with tears, are about to bug out of his head… and Scully realizes that he’s so overwhelmed, he has no idea what to do next.

“Your shirt,” she barks at Skinner, who jumps. “Give Mulder your shirt!” Skinner stares, confused. “To wrap the baby! We don’t have any blankets or towels!” Understanding, Skinner rips off his dress shirt, not even taking the time to unbutton it all the way, and thrusts it at Mulder, who tenderly wraps it around their new daughter.

The baby’s wailing mingles with the cheers of partygoers throughout the building welcoming in the new millennium. Still on his knees, Mulder crosses the few feet to Scully’s side and places the baby in her arms. Scully hungrily takes in every detail of her, from her dark hair and button nose to her tiny fists, clenched tightly, as she manages to work her arms out from under Skinner’s shirt.

Next to them, Skinner crouches down to get a better look. “Congratulations, agents,” he says, grinning. “She’s perfect.” Mulder smiles.

“Congratulations to you, too, Uncle Walter,” he says, and Skinner chuckles, flushing with pleasure. Outside, they can hear loud, off-key renditions of “Auld Lang Syne,” and Mulder leans over and gives Scully a kiss.

“Happy New Year, Scully,” he says, and she smiles.

“Happy New Year, Mulder.”

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Mulder paces up and down the hallway, bouncing the squalling baby in his arms, waiting for her cries to finally cease. Scully, still exhausted from giving birth two days ago, has just finished nursing her, and Mulder had sent her back to bed, promising that he’d calm the fussy baby so her mother could rest. Elizabeth Margaret Mulder, it’s becoming apparent, is every bit as capable as her mother is at voicing her displeasure whenever circumstances are not as they should be.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” Mulder murmurs in the infant’s ear, rubbing her back, trying to coax out a burp, in case that’s what’s upsetting her. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Elizabeth continues crying, her tiny legs kicking in distress.

Mulder thinks back, suddenly, to his dream, the shared hallucination he and Scully had had months ago, when they had finally come to an understanding about what each of them had thought their future together should look like. He remembers the song he’d sung the baby in his dreams… and taking a deep breath, he begins singing it to Elizabeth.

Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes,
And save these questions for another day
.”

The lines bring a smile to his face. If Elizabeth is anything like either of her parents, she’s likely to have nothing but questions as she grows up. He imagines, as he continues singing, all of the things their daughter will ask them, all of the arguments he and Scully are likely to have over how to answer her.

“Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?”

Scully will have to be the one to teach her to sail, he thinks to himself. The only thing he’ll be able to teach her about boats is how to throw up over the side of one without getting anything on herself. There will be plenty to teach her himself, though… how to tell a phony picture of a UFO from the real thing, why the Yankees are far superior to the Red Sox, how to shoot a free throw. Though, he thinks to himself, wryly, Scully might actually be better at teaching Elizabeth about baseball than him.

Goodnight, my angel, now it’s time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be
.

Elizabeth is quieting down in his arms as he reaches the end of the song, and he buries his nose in her hair, smelling her sweet scent, and closes his eyes. For the first time that he can remember, all is as it should be in his life. He has Scully, sleeping down the hall… and while Elizabeth might have derailed his plans to propose at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, the ring is still in his pocket, and he’ll have another chance soon enough… and besides, they’re a family already, more of a family than any ring or priest or judge or piece of paper could make them. 

Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.

the one (soulmate!au)

Requested: For soulmate au shawn idea how about when soulmate so get side affects when coming close to find their soulmate for the first time and Shawn or y/n get a very painful one

Hi hi!! Excuse me for taking suuuper long to write this but i finally have some inspo but i’m writing this note before i start writing the au and i already know its probably gonna suck so sorry in advance :)

feedback makes my day! <3 


It was a cold winter morning in Canada, freezing actually, but you were less than surprised since most of the time it was cold and snowy. Currently you were sitting on the couch that looked over the city of Toronto  in your small apartment, curled up in front of the Tv and fireplace while you tried to read a book. Though, it was hard to get through a single page with the sound of Spongebob Squarepants playing in the background and your daughter’s quiet humming as she played with her dolls. You were lucky you even had this small time to relax since the young girl kept you busy most of the time.

You sighed as you put a bookmark in your book and set it on the coffee table knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to read it with all the noise in the background. Instead, you turned your attention to the little girl playing on the carpet. Her blonde hair was messy since it was only morning and you hadn’t had the time to get her ready for the day yet, and you could see a small hole in the back of her favourite pyjama dress. You knew she would be devastated when she found out because that was her favourite piece of clothing she had and you definitely couldn’t afford to buy her a new one, hell, you could barely afford to put food on the table every night.

When you found out you were pregnant at 17, everything became harder. The father of the baby left you because he wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility which left you devastated since you really thought he was the one, you thought he would be the one you spent the rest of your life with. On top of that, your parents kicked you out but since then you’ve made up with them and they absolutely adore their granddaughter, and finding a stable job hasn’t been the easiest, especially since you had no college degree. Luckily you found yourself a stable job working as a waitress but the pay was barely enough. All you wanted was to give your daughter a good life but it seems as if you’re doing the opposite right now.

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Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Ft. Damon)

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 2579

Prompt Request: “78, 77 and 79 with my bby klaus” - @chimerahs


After finding out that Damon, your boyfriend of 2 years, cheated on you, it devastated you to your core. He’s the one who turned you into a vampire in the first place, so there’s no doubt you expected a forever with him. You know your worth and you’ll never stick around with a cheater, so you immediately dumped him.

Niklaus Mikaelson, the infamous original hybrid was one of your closest friends and even the shoulder you cried on. When you needed company or even needed someone to chat with on the phone to take your mind off of Damon, Klaus was always there even though he had other crazy things going on in his life like constantly coming across people out kill him. He even offered to kill Damon himself for breaking your heart, but you just couldn’t bare seeing Damon’s grey, lifeless body since you still love him.

The Salvatore home was your current place of residence and you had nowhere else to stay, so Klaus opened his mansion to you being as there’s many bedrooms left unoccupied and you accepted. There would be times where Nik would leave for days and there would be times where he spent his free time painting. Your favorite days were especially when he stayed home to paint while you laid on the couch nearby him, reading a book with a warm mug filled with coffee beside you on the side table.

As time passed, the easier it was for the wound on your heart to heal. Being that your best friends Elena, Caroline and Bonnie are in the same circle of friends as Damon, you still weren’t ready to join that circle again just yet. So instead, you would either meet up for coffee with the girls or have an enjoyable girls night out.

Your 3 best friends would always question you on your motives with Klaus, always having the assumptions that you two are an item, which is not true. As of now, you and the original hybrid are just friendly roommates. You have admitted to them though, that Nik does have a special place in your heart and if something sexual or romantic were to happen, you wouldn’t complain. But, you never kept your hopes up because he is a complicated man with a busy agenda. Riding the wave was your motto.

There was finally a time when his life wasn’t such a mess and he could finally be at ease, making amends with people. He also kept his guards up knowing that it can be disrupted any day now, so he found it as a cause to celebrate by throwing a party at his mansion, compelling people to send out invites to the entire town of Mystic falls.

Currently, the walls surrounding the Mikaelson Mansion was filled with a large amount of invited guests, with liquor and performers entertaining the crowd. You were ecstatic seeing the faces of your three best friends Elena, Caroline and Bonnie walk through the doors. Every now and then Klaus and even Kol would join in on taking shot after shot with the four of you which was a blast. There was one particular guest who you had no knowledge of their invite, making your heart sink into your chest, your ex boyfriend, Damon.

Since many months has passed since the break up you were over him already. But, there’s a small ounce inside of you that’ll always love him
and at the same time, will always feel betrayed by what he has done. Meaning, he isn’t even worth being involved in your life as a friend.

Damon was looking left and right as if there was someone at this party he was meeting with. You tried hiding the look of shock plastered all over your face, swallowing before getting any words out. “What is he doing here?” You asked your friends, but they looked just as lost as you did. And since Damon did have vampire hearing, he heard every word that fell from your mouth which caused him to turn his focus to you.

He clenched his jaw, not taking his eyes off of you with almost a look of guilt before walking towards you. You couldn’t help but tense up. It’s been months since you’ve spoken and even seen him, so you didn’t know how all of this was going to go.

“Let us know if you need anything. We’ll be close by.” Elena implied, clearing her throat as a signal for Bonnie and Caroline to follow her elsewhere. You responded with a nod, then grabbed a shot from a butler walking by with a tray filled with them.

“What brings you here Damon?” You place both hands on your hips as you await his answer, almost looking impatient.

“Everyone in mystic falls is here, it’s basically a ghost town out there.”

“Okay? So you’re coming to a party in the house that your ex that you cheated on lives in?” You couldn’t help but get straight to the point, which the liquor aided in. Besides, you didn’t exactly get any closure.

“Wow okay.” Damon went wide eyed, acting surprised by your sudden bitter statement. It annoyed you, so you scoffed, heading the opposite direction to get away from him, but he grabbed you by the wrist. “Hey hey, Y/N. I’m…sorry okay. I screwed up.”

You shook his grip on your wrist, “Let me ask you this.” Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you shot your ex a glare. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”

“Pfff. Of course you did. I was stupid. I was stupid and dru-”

“Now what do we have here?” Klaus interrupted the heated conversation. “Rekindling an old flame, I see.” Damon narrowed his eyes at Klaus’s assumptions.

“My ex boyfriend was just leaving.” You said.

“The least you could do is let me explain myself and apologize.” Damon pleaded. You’ve never seen him so apologetic, but it didn’t change your mind in wanting him out of your sight. “I did love you, Y/N.”

“Explain what? You cheated. There’s nothing to explain.” You gestured your arms out in disbelief, then back to keeping it crossed in front of your chest. “Apology accepted. Now go.” You demanded with veins forming under your eyes. Klaus just stood there and smirked at your frustration towards the Salvatore. He was more than ready to watch you rip Damon’s throat out. But since there are mortals hanging about the mansion, you held back.

“You heard her, mate.” Klaus used a shooing motion with his hand. “Now, don’t make me compel you to forget her existence.”

Stefan popped out of nowhere to guide Damon out of the mansion. You figured he was listening in with his vampire hearing from afar. “Let’s go, brother.” Stefan patted Damon’s shoulder. Damon listened to his brother’s command to follow him out the door, feeling shocked on how thick-skinned you’ve become. Stefan nodded at you with a half smile to assure you that you’re not a forgotten friend to him.

“Thank you.” You mouthed to the brown-haired Salvatore. Once both Salvatore brothers were out the door, you exhaled from relief.

“You alright, love?” Nik asked with concern. He always was protective of you more than anyone and you never really understood why, but it’s the last thing you’ll ever worry about.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine. It’s been months already and I’m over it. I just don’t care to see him ever again.”

“You have quite the tough interior. I’m impressed.” 

“Yup.” You popped your lips and suddenly started feeling more than buzzed from the liquor. “Well I’m hungry right now actually.”

“I’ll fix you a plate if you’d like.” Klaus pointed his arm towards the room occupied with 5-star buffet style food.

“No no no. Not that, silly.” You chuckled and Klaus immediately got the hint that you meant human blood.

“Ah I see.” He raised his brows while making a 180 degree motion with his arm towards the crowd of people. “Take your pick.”

After you made your choice on who will be your victim, as well as Niklaus’s, you compelled her to follow the two of you in an unoccupied room.

You did the usual by compelling the poor lady not to scream and to forget it ever happened. Your eyes almost rolled in the back your head from the feeling of ecstasy while your victim zombied her way back to the party.

You didn’t realize Klaus standing there pursing his lips are he brushed his chin in thought watching you. He looked so damn sexy to you at this very moment. Something came to you, causing you to rush towards the blue eyed man, clashing your lips together as if his entire body was your own personal magnet. The feeling of courage could be the liquor filled in your system or the cloud nine feeling you got feeding off of the party guest or both.

He didn’t pull away which was a good sign. You were hoping it’s because the feelings are mutual, not because he had an obligation to from feeling bad that your ex almost ruined your night.

One thing led to another if it wasn’t obvious by now. Some furniture and decorations ended up getting destructed from your naked bodies being in sync with one another.

Not even a minute after finishing each other off, you can hear Caroline from afar calling out your name. “Y/N! Y/N! Hello?”

“Oh shit.” You cursed, going wide eyed just before speeding to get all of your clothes back on which was scattered across the room. Klaus took his time, starting with his boxers first while admiring your body which he thought is a work of art.

“I must say. You are loads of fun, sweetheart.”
Klaus licked his lips remembering how delicious of a meal you were just moments ago.

Finally you were fully dressed. You bit your bottom lip reminiscing on how magnificent Klaus was to your body. The door was now your view. Turning the knob, you opened the door. “Heh. You too.” You implied under the door frame, then strolled out.


It has been almost a month now that the fling between you and Niklaus has been going on. His attention has been elsewhere so this wasn’t something that goes on regularly. You’d say about once or twice a week, depending on his mood and yours. There have been a couple of times that liquor aided in the fucking sessions. Which wasn’t a surprise because alcohol tends to help you feel more courageous. Which isn’t always a bad thing, but it isn’t a good thing either.

Most of it was at night. Night is what gets the loneliest for you. It tends to get lonely for most people around the globe. Nothing beats the feeling of having someone you love and adore be the last thing you see before you go to bed and the first thing you see when you wake up. And you didn’t favor the feeling of not feeling wanted in someone else’s slumber, so you always excused yourself to your bedroom. Every time, it would look like Klaus needed to say something as you walk away, but he never does.

The more of these sessions you’ve been having with Klaus, the more your feelings grew for him. But, he’s the notorious bad boy. He’s never shown himself as the type to fall in love or have any genuine feelings. For crying out loud, he’s daggered his very own blood siblings countless times for being something as simple as annoying. 

You were downstairs in the kitchen preparing a quick meal for yourself after you hear some commotion going on upstairs. The nosiness in you couldn’t help but find out what is going on. As you started continuing closer and closer, you can hear by now that it is Rebekah and Klaus.

“Just wait and see, Nik. Sooner or later Y/N is going to fall in love with you and your stubbornness is going to break her little heart!” Rebekah blurted to her brother with frustration with her back facing towards the opened door. Instead of responding to her statement, Klaus freezes up seeing you standing under the door frame. Rebekah turns around, exhaling deeply seeing you. “Sorry.” You apologized for disrupting even though the topic was about you.

“I’ll give you two a minute.” Rebekah said, then shared a half smile with you as she’s walking out the room.

This was a first that you’ve seen Nik struggle to speak. “I needed to speak to you anyways.”

“Of course.” The blonde haired hybrid pulled a bar stool out for you before sitting on the one beside you. “I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

Those pet names like ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’ always forced you to melt. There was something about those names that sounded like silk coming from his lips. “What am I to you?”

“You must be more specific.” He reached over his mini bar for a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. One to pour for you and one for him.

“This thing that we’ve been doing. Does it mean anything to you at all?” You glanced at your poured glass before grasping it to take a sip.

“Indeed, love. I care for you, but-”

Oh no. He hesitated before continuing his response which you automatically assumed you were getting friend zoned. ‘But’ in a sentence was never a good sign, which caused you to snap. “You know what, Klaus?” You chugged what was remaining in your glass, then plopped yourself off of the bar stool in anger.  “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!” You started walking away, assuming that he wouldn’t come after you, but he did. Nik used his vamp speed to rush just inches from your face.

“You did not let me finish.” He softened his voice so that you would listen, which was a first for him because normally people who shouted in his face either get daggered, their neck snapped or their hearts ripped out of their chest. 

“Okay.” You crossed your arms in front of you as a response that you’re listening to him to continue.

“I…I care for you, but I assumed you wanted nothing more than what we have. Seeing as that wanker of a boyfriend Damon hurt you-” Klaus gently untangled your arms, taking your wrists in his hands, gluing them on his chest. “-I thought you didn’t want to love again.”

“Wow.” You said in disbelief. The Klaus Mikaelson is capable of love? Capable of caring for another human being? You were in awe, being utterly speechless.

“What do you say, love? Must we purse this?” 

A smile swept across your face knowing that he’s been feeling the same as you have. It was like a dream. “Yes.” You answered. Your wrists were now out of his grasp, cupping his cheeks as you reel in for a kiss tip toeing to reach his height. The kiss was passionate, not like the kisses when you were in bed with him. This time it felt like there was a real feeling to it.

You pulled away to give the Mikaelson time to breath and he said to you, “And no, you’re nothing like them.” You shot him a questioning look, forgetting what he was referencing. “Those booty calls as you may call it.”

anonymous asked:

heya, i know this'll be a load of hassle for you and i completely understand if you don't want to but could you explain the whole mclennon thing a bit more for me? i know they were obviously very close but i'm kinda new to it all so i'm still a bit clueless about things.

Once upon a time, in a land called Liverpool, lived 2 young boys named John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

John was a witty, funny guy, who didn’t like school and preferred to wander the streets with his school mates and play banjo. Paul was a smart guy who had really good grades at school and occasionally played piano with his father at home. Since his mother’s death, Paul became obsessed with music, exchanging the trumphet his father gave him for his birthday for a guitar. He really knew how to play it, and sometimes he showed his music skills to his friends at school. One of them, Ivan, saw his talent and thought it was a good idea to make him know another friend who was into music as well: John. They met on a hot, humid day in 1957 in a church hall, and it was love at first sight.

Paul thought John how to play the guitar, how to tune it, John thought Paul how to skip school and write songs together in his house when Jim was at work. For his birthday John got some money and he decided to spend it in Paris with Paul. They stayed one week, visiting the city, frequenting art cafés pretending to be artists, planning their future, and sleeping in one bed in an old motel. They loved to be alone just the two of them, and sometimes they felt reality and the pressure of their family too suffocating. ‘Playing the guitar is all very well, John, but you’ll never make a living at it.’ said Mimi. “You have to find a steady job.” said Jim. When they wrote ‘Oh Johnny Johnny!’ , one of the very first songs of them, they expressed their hopes and dreams to go away, cause Paul’s father and Mimi were too oppressive and they wanted to leave Liverpool and live happily just the two of them.

When fame arrived, they became closer than before. They wrote songs eyeball to eyeball in Jane Asher’s house, and while they pretended to adress those songs to their supposed girlfriends, they were nothing but love letters they sent each other. If I fell, a song they recorded while holding hands or Here there and everywhere, a song Paul wrote at John’s house while waiting for him to wake up. And Nowhere man, You’ve got to hide your love away...the list is too long to mention them all. They were the most important person in each other’s lives, and the songs they wrote were the proof. “John’s princess”: that’s how the people who worked at Abbey Road called Paul. Maybe they were joking, or maybe they listened to some weird kisses noises while they were busy recording ’Think for Yourself’. When the Beatles made a Shakespeare sketch on tv, Paul played Pyramus while John played Thisbe. After that, they both bought 2 cats naming them Pyramus and Thisbe: John gave Thisbe to Paul, and Paul gave Pyramus to John.

While the Beatlesmania hit the world and the Beatles too, John’s main problem was try to find someone who could keep his feet on the ground (Help!): a crying need for help only Paul could solve. They even had a secret code they used in public to talk to each other, the spider hand thing’. In Florida they ended up crying together one night confessing how much they loved each other. Cause they knew it, but they never had the courage to say it, and in that moment, in which the whole world seemed to love and want the Beatles more than anything else, what they really needed were just each other. When the ‘bigger than jesus’ issue emerged, John was on the verge of quitting. Before the interviews he cried, he couldn’t stand one more question about it without feeing guilty. And it was always Paul who helped him, talking for him, reassuring him, telling him it would pass.

The fame was too much and they decided to quit touring and spend some time alone. The Sgt. Pepper era arrived: John and Paul lived a couple of miles away from each other, they all bought new houses, had an indepent life, but they always spent time together and not just to write songs. In that period they were more closer than ever. One night they were in the studio and John took too much LSD and he went to the roof, scaring the rest of the band. Paul took him home, and for the first time he took LSD too, cause he wanted to be with John, always. In misery and in fear. And they had this incredible, fantastic trip together, looking in each other eyes for hours, and Paul helping John to not get hurt. Their relationship was at its peak. When Brian died, everyone was shocked. The first thing John did after he heard the news was looking for Paul, when they met they hugged tightly. They felt lost, but they still had each other. They went to India, thanks to George who introduced them to the Maharishi, a ‘guru’  John saw as someone who could give him the right answers. But it didn’t happen, it turned out that the Maharishi took advantage of the girls in India, and John and Paul, who went there to try find the meaning of life, ended up discussing about each other and their relationship. Friends? No, we’re more. Boyfriends? Absolutely not. How dare you, we are the Beatles! We are in the 60s, a homophobic society who would bury us alive if we’d admit we feel something for each other. Suddenly, the person who mattered the most for John took a step back, cause John exposed him. Because they never really talked about what they were for each other, and for a long time it was convenient for Paul, who could play and joke with it as much as he wanted. But John never took it as a joke, as something futile. It was important for him, and he suddenly felt betrayed.

When they went to New York for the Apple press conference, in the car that took them to the airport Paul brought a woman he had met: Linda Eastman. John felt annoyed and bothered enough to step in Abbey Road a week later with a new fiancé: Yoko Ono, the woman who soon started to replace John, talking for him, taking decisions for him, and keeping her eveywhere, even when Paul asked to write songs together. Paul couldn’t talk to John anymore. John always needed to be reassured, he constantly needed someone by his side who could stay with him 100%, and this time the partner wasn’t Paul anymore. And he literally started using her against Paul. “I don’t want to hold your hand anymore” he told Paul right after a session at Abbey Road. Paul was devasted, he left Abbey road crying while Mal brought him home. He wrote Oh!Darling, Let it be, The long and winding road, the whole album was filled with tragic love songs. But why? He was engaged with Linda! He loved her. Who he really was talking about? During a Let it be session, they confessed each other that all those tragic love songs made them look like they were lovers.

They married their partners both in May, first Paul, then a week later John. They split up, you would say, this is the end. Well it’s not, they never really quitted. Because they spent 5 years, from 1970 to 1975 writing songs to each other: ‘How do you sleep’ ‘Dear Friend’ ‘Too many people’,Jealous guy’, in which John admitted that he got mad at Paul in the late 60s cause he was jealous.

John separated from Yoko in 1975. He met May Pang, and from that moment he started calling Paul again, dreaming to meet him again. He asked everyone if it was a good move to do. He asked May Pang, who said “Yes! of course! do it!” he asked to Paul Simon who replied Come back to Paul!”. They met in Los Angeles on a weekend. John was playing when Paul unexpectedly stopped by. When they met the room hushed. They looked at each other and started off tentatively, with a handshake and an inside joke: “Valiant Paul McCartney, I presume?” Lennon said, referencing the Shakespeare sketch they did. McCartney immediately responded: “Sir Jasper Lennon, I presume?”.

They played together and it was like coming back to the old times. John felt an excitement he hadn’t felt for years. He was ready, he wanted to come back to him, to England, to Julian. But Yoko came back, and all the hopes and dreams suddenly fell away. In 1976 Paul was in New York and they saw each other again, he didn’t know that was the last time he ever saw John. In 1980 John felt depressed, cause Yoko was leaving him for another man, and he didn’t feel creative enough to write songs anymore. He wrote a desperateJust like starting over’ on the tune of the old 50s song he played with Paul, asking him to come back together. Paul was ready, John too. Destiny maybe not. John died, and left Paul full of regrets and words never said to him that he transformed into songs: ‘Here today’, ‘The lovers that never were’ ‘My brave face‘, just to mention some of them.

John is dead, Mclennon is over? Nope. Cause Paul will not just keep writing songs about John and their beautifully tragic love story, but he even got a song from John, from the afterlife. I’m not kidding. In 1981, Paul worked on his tribute album to John Lennon called Tug of War. One song in this album is Get It, to which he invited Carl Perkins. Carl loved the experience and the following morning he wrote My Old Friend for Paul in appreciation. In fact, he recounted to Paul that usually when he writes he needs a pen and a sheet of paper to record his thoughts on, but this time the words just stuck with him. He then played the song to Paul. And Paul, upon hearing the song, went out of the room crying. Linda who was left with Carl explained that Carl’s words hit Paul hard because John’s last words to Paul when they last met before he was shot down were, “”Think about me every now and then, old friend”, words, which Carl unknowingly put into this song. In an interview Carl Perkins said: “Paul was crying, tears were rolling down his pretty cheeks, and Linda said, ‘Carl, thank you so much.’ I said, ‘Linda, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.’ She said, ‘But he’s crying, and he needed to. He hasn’t been able to really break down since that happened to John.’ And she put her arm around me and said, ‘But how did you know?’ I said, ‘Know what?’ She said, ‘There’s two people in the world that know what John Lennon said to Paul, the last thing he said to him. But now there’s three, and one of them’s you, you know it.’ I said, ‘Girl, you’re freaking me out! I don’t know what you’re talking about!’ She said that the last words that John Lennon said to Paul in the hallway of the Dakota building were, he patted him on the shoulder and said, ‘Think about me every now and then, old friend.’‘McCartney really feels that Lennon sent me that song, he really does.’”

Close friends to Paul revealed that he talks about John in the present tense, and sometimes he admits that when he is writing a song but can’t finish it, he asks John for help, feeling him by his side and always being able to correct it and finish it.

This is the story of two men who loved each other so deeply that they wrote the greatest songs of music history about it.

Title: Love Is Blind
Character: Matt Murdock
Continuation of: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/164090732892/title-missed-connection-character-matt-murdock

You crashed into your apartment door, leaning heavily against it as you tried to collect all of your thoughts. You were staring blankly into the room until you realized how big of a fool you made of yourself in front of Matt. Your hands flew up to cover your eyes as you groaned in embarrassment, trying to push away the events of the night.

You shouldn’t have kissed him back.

It was a mistake.

So then why did you feel so happy when it happend?

You could easily admit that Matthew Murdock was incredibly attractive. But more than that he was so sweet and kind. He had always been supportive of you and genuinely cared about you as a person.

Taking a deep sigh, you pushed yourself off the door and moped into the kitchen, fetching yourself a glass and pouring a healthy amount of wine into it before moving to the couch.

You nursed the glass in your hand, sloshing around the liquid as you tried to come to some kind of conclusion.

You just liked Matt so much, and you worried about him all the time now that you understood just what it is that he does.

Then a thousand scenarios flew into your head and you promptly shut it down.

You should have just left yourself out of it like Matt told you to.

After work, you slowly made your way to Foggy and Matt’s firm, your hand nervously gripping onto the shoulder strap of your satchel as you walked down the street, grimacing when you finally reached the front door.

You didn’t want to show up, but ignoring the place as a whole would have just made it too obvious to everyone.

So, you bucked up and put on a smile as you opened the door.

Karen looked up from her desk and broke out into a grin when she saw you. Standing up from her chair she was quick to pull you into a hug.

“There you are! I was gonna call when you didn’t show up for lunch like usual.” Karen pulled back from the hug and lead you into her office.

“Oh yeah, I was just super caught up at work and time must have gotten away from me.” You told her, digging your hands into your coat pockets as you looked to the ground.

“Oh believe me, I know exactly what that’s like and-” Karen looked up from her desk and the smile slowly fell off her face when she saw your expression. “Something happened, tell me.”

Your head shot up and your eyes went wide. “What?! No!” You let out a shaky laugh and scoffed. “I’m totally fine.”

“(Y/n).”

You took one look into her eyes and your whole facade came tumbling down as you crashed into the seat in front of her. “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” Your voice was as quiet as you could manage.

Karen nodded, moving from around her desk to lean on the front of it, her head inclined towards you so she could hear. “I promise.”

You looked at her with a questioning brow and fell into the back of your chair as your hands preoccupied themselves with your coat buttons. “Last night, Matt and I kissed.”

“What!” Karen shouted, but her hands immediately came to cover her mouth as her eyes bugged out.

“Karen!”

She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Sorry! I’m sorry,” Her voice was much more quiet now. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” Her hand came to tap your shoulder as a glimmer showed up in her eyes. “But yay!”

“No, not yay,” You said, standing up from the chair as you paced the office. “It was…a mistake, I shouldn’t have kissed him back. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Karen frowned, her hands grabbing into yours as she made you stop in your tracks. “Hey, think about this for a second. Clearly he likes you, and you must feel the same if you kissed him back.”

“And then I kissed him again.” You groaned, head falling onto her shoulder.

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Karen cooed, and she tried to console you. “I think you should talk to him.”

You pulled away from her, opening your mouth to answer but someone else beat you to it.

“I was wondering when you would stop by.”

You whirled around to find Matt waiting by the door and you jumped back.

“Oh! Hello, Matt.” You said weakly.

“Karen, would you mind if I spoke to (Y/n) for a minute?”

You shot her a pleading glance but she must not have seen it because she pushed you towards him with a smile. “Of course, have her back by 10.”

Matt smiled and held the door open for you before he lead you outside and the two of you started walking down the street.

“I didn’t think you were going to come in today,” Matt commented as he tried not to focus on your heartbeat, wanting to hear you explain yourself.

“Yeah, well,” You shrugged, trying to think of the right words to put together. “I didn’t want Fog or Karen to worry.”

It became silent, but the air surrounding the two of you was one of hesitation and hurt. It was obvious that the both of you had much to say to one another, but neither of you wanted to do it first.

“I don’t think it was a mistake.” Matt spoke up suddenly, causing you to look at him.

“I know that you might think so, but I don’t.”

You stopped walking, brows furrowing together. “How do you know that?”

“Please, it takes a lot more than whispering for me not to hear it.” Matt answered, turning around so he was now facing you.

Your gaze was firmly upon the ground.

You didn’t know how to answer him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Can you at least tell me why?” Matt asked, taking a step towards you, but still seemed so distant. “Because I’ve tried to work it out on my own, and I couldn’t.”

You sighed for what felt like the millionth time since you last left his company. “I’m not good at the whole romance thing, you know? I love the idea of love, but when all of a sudden it’s actually staring me in the face I try to run away. It’s…stupid I know.”

Matt shook his head. “No it’s not, lots of people can be like that.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, I used to be one of them. I liked this one girl awhile back, but it didn’t work out and I was devastated.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.” You took his hand. “I’m sorry to hear.”

“It was a long time ago, I’ve moved on.” Matt gave your hand a small squeeze. “I really care about you. I wouldn’t kiss someone I didn’t have feelings for.”

You smiled, looking down at the way your hands were intertwined with one another. “I like you, too.”

Your voice was quiet but Matt didn’t miss it, a small grin appeared on his face as he brought your hand up to kiss the back of it. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“No, I don’t think you would.” You said, freeing your hand from his so you could bring his face down to meet your lips to kiss him.

Matt’s arms instantly wrapped around your waist as he brought you close to him.

When you pulled back your let your hands fall to his shoulders as you felt him press his forehead against yours. “That’s to say sorry for leaving you like that last night.”

Matt chuckled and kissed the end of your nose. “You’re already forgiven, but you are freezing,” He said, pulling back from you and taking your hand. “Let’s get you inside.”

You both made it to the door of the firm before Matt pulled you close again and gave you a short kiss. “I’m sure Karen will be happy to hear the news.”

You flushed bright red and laughed. “Oh god, you heard all that?!”

Matt laughed and walked inside. “I hear everything, didn’t I tell you?”

“You’re awful!”

pinnochio

genre: fluff + dashes of angst, toy!au

star of the show: NCT’s Mark 

word count: 2,353 words

author’s note: this is told in toy!mark’s p.o.v. *extra points for you if you can guess what kind of toy Mark is before the revealing in the fic itself.*

Originally posted by 1aeil

opening line: “If only you were real–then I can confidently tell everyone about my new friend who I talk to and play with every day.” 

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Baby Daddy

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You discovered you’re pregnant with Klaus’ baby and has to tell your siblings, Damon and Stefan. 

*Requested

Word Count: 1228

“Are you sure you can do this? Tell your brothers you’re pregnant?”

It was a tough question to answer. You spent a whole month thinking and trying to find the strength to work it out. But, somehow, time did not make it easy. Actually, you were more anxious than ever. You knew exactly how your siblings, Damon and Stefan, would react. Especially when you tell them who the father is. Only imagining it made you feel like throwing up. 

“No. I’m so scared it hurts.”

“I’ll be with you.”

“Not sure if that helps, Klaus.”

So, Klaus Mikaelson was your baby daddy. You and him had thing for each other since the first day you met. Of course, you were not able to tell anyone. He was obsessed on killing Elena to break some sort of curse and did so many bad things to archive his goal that all your friends would think you were crazy to love him. So you hid it. From everyone. Until… Well, right now. 

Klaus grabbed your hand and, through soft strokes, tried to calm you down. He had been weirdly sweet to you since he found out. Which reminded you the night you discovered you were pregnant. You busted into his house to let him know the news. Deep down you wanted an answer. Why you, out of everyone, had to get knocked up by the hybrid. The only thought in your mind was “man, that’s bad luck.” 

“Should we get in now, Y/N?”

“No. I mean, yes. We should.”

“Then let’s go.”

You stopped, staring deep into his blue eyes.

“Thank you for doing this with me.”

“I feel like I should. It’s my child and, sort of, my fault you’re in this.”

“Not entirely your fault.” You giggled. “Let’s get in. Before I lost the courage.”

The Mikaelson smiled and you sighed, remembering the night he made you his. It was pouring rain and you were stuck inside the Mystic Grill. A shot of whiskey was sitting in front of you, half drank, while you were lost in thoughts. Most of them revolved around how annoying Damon had been. You were lucky he had not followed you there. 

A couple drinks later, Niklaus showed up, with his small talk and captivating light. Since you were way more loose from the alcohol, you just let it go. When you came down to yourself, you were naked, gasping and laughing with the blond. It was definitely an unforgettable night.

“Damon? Stefan? Are you guys home?”

A month later, the morning sickness started, which got you worried, because vampires don’t normally throw up out of nothing. Surely the pregnancy thought never occurred to you, at least not until the witch you found to help said so. She stated you were part of some sort of prophecy. However, from the minute you heard you were carrying a baby, nothing else mattered. There was a little person inside of you. Growing. A child conceived by you with an Original. 

You left the witch talking to herself and went to your baby daddy’s house. Klaus was painting, furiously, but he stopped the minute he saw you. His blue eyes confused. Shyly, you told him what you had discovered. Then he laughed, almost screaming you were a fake.

I don’t have to lie to you, Niklaus. Especially about this. I am carrying a child. And it is yours. You don’t have to be a part of this baby’s life if you don’t want to. Just know it’s here.”  You softly replied, leaving before he could retort. 

Little time had passed till Elijah came to you, assuring he would talk to his brother and get him to embrace fatherhood. Although you were too hurt by what the Original Hybrid had said, you nodded, accepting it. You knew Klaus would never cave in and come to apologise. That’s why you got so surprised by his presence later in your doorstep, claiming he truly wanted to get to know you and his child.

“I’m here.” Both Damon and Stefan answered.

“Please, come here a second.”

Your nightmare was about to become real. You shuddered a little and squeezed Klaus’ hand strongly, looking for support. Damon entered the living room first, followed closely by Stefan. Their skin lost a few tones, if that was possible.

“What is he doing here?”

“Damon, just listen to me.”

“No, tell me right now.”

“He’s here with me.”

“Why? Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Yes. I mean, he’s something.”

“Y/N, what have you done?” Stefan asked, slowly. “I know that face. I lived with it for a hundred years. Spill the beans.”

“Hum. I’m… I’m… Baby. Me. Klaus. Daddy.” You babbled, insecure.

“What do you mean?” Damon questioned, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised. “Stop playing games, for fuck’s sake.”

“Okay. I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

“I beg your pardon?” Stefan widened his eyes. “You’re what?”

“Pregnant. With Klaus’ child. That’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately. There’s a baby growing inside of me. I’m almost four months.”

“Are you crazy?” Damon screamed. “You’re a vampire. Vampires don’t get knocked up. And you slept with the enemy? Really? Is his…”

“Shut up!” Tears were already rolling down your face. “I love him. And he loves me. We know that for awhile now. I was just so scared…”

“I can’t believe that. You’re such a bitch.”

“Damon, she is out sister. Stop taking your frustrations over her.”

“No, she deserves it. He fucking tried to kill Elena! Murdered Jenna! Sent Tyler away! And she still let him in her pants.”

“You should shut up, mate. I’m not going to let you treat your sister like that. We don’t do that to family. No matter what they have done.”

“Look who’s talking: the person who daggers his siblings whenever he’s mad enough.”

“Damon, please.” You pleaded, your voice affected by the sobbing. “I just wanted you to be okay with this. I’m having your nephew, or niece. It’s family.”

“Hell no, you chose a psychopath over your family. And you didn’t even have the gut to tell us.”

“I was scared!”

The electric blue eyed vampire shook his head and, fast enough, he was gone, leaving you crying and devastated. 

“Look, Y/N, he’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure of that. I don’t know what you saw in Klaus, but if he makes you happy, fine by me. And this child you bearing… Count with me for everything,” Stefan stated, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’ll be here for you.”

“I just wanted…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go after him.”

“I’m sorry.”

Klaus squeezed you against his chest, as Stefan went after Damon. The second you were all alone, you allowed yourself to cry even harder against the Mikaelson’s shirt, leaving it wet. He only stroke your hair and stayed silent, respecting your pain.

“Can I ask you something?" 

"Anything, love.”

“Promise you’ll be with me. For as long as I’m carrying this baby.”

“I promise. Nobody can drag me away from you. Or her.” He guaranteed, touching your belly.

“Her?”

“It’s girl. I can feel it.”

“Nah, I bet it’s boy.”

“We’ll see.”

You giggled, grasping his shirt and kissing him passionately. As he pulled you closer, you knew that, no matter what happened, he would be by your side and live up to his promise. 

Just the Five of Us

Written for @samantha-girlscout for the rarepair flash exchange by @miraculousexchange! You should all definitely check out all of the fics. All of the ones I’ve read so far have been incredible!
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Marinette had always expected that the first person to learn she was Ladybug would be her partner or possibly her best friend. She never expected it to be Chloe Bourgeois of all people.

When Ladybug stumbled into the quiet corner, her earrings beeping out their final warning, she assumed she was alone. That was until she bumped into Chloe as her transformation fell and knocked both of them over, leaving Marinette sprawled across Chloe’s stomach.

They locked eyes for a moment, and Marinette held her breath, terrified to see Chloe’s reaction to learning that she, of all people, was Ladybug. Chloe shrieked.

“Wait, don’t yell!” Marinette clamped a hand over Chloe’s mouth. “Look, you can’t tell anyone, and you can’t yell.”

Chloe didn’t even scold Marinette for smudging her lip gloss. She just pushed Marinette’s hand away and launched into a breathless series of questions. “You’re Ladybug? Really? You’ve been Ladybug all along? You saved my life!”

Marinette sat back, raising a brow as she eyed Chloe. “Yes, yes, yes, and of course, I did. I’m a hero.”

“I can’t believe I’m friends with Ladybug!” Chloe squealed, as though the past five years of constant belittling and selfish behavior simply hadn’t happened. She even sat up and pulled Marinette into a hug.

“Whoa, hold on.” Marinette pried herself free. “We’re not friends.”

“We’re not?”

Marinette had no idea how to explain to those wide blue eyes why the idea of them being friends was so ridiculous, so instead, she elected to stand and turn around. “We need to get back to class.”

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Cheat

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.6k

Summary: Being cheated on by the one you loved was devastating but him cheating on you with his ex was even worse.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

For 2 years and counting you and Baekhyun had been the couple that everyone hated to love. It was frowned upon by many netizens for Baekhyun moving on from his previous girlfriend Taeyeon but little did they know, it was all a publicity stunt.

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BTS Reacting to You Having His Child in Secrecy

Prompt: “BTS reactions to finding out that you, a former gf, secretly had his child? (After he broke up with you because of fan/company/media pressure and he wanted to concentrate on his career.)”

Jin: After discovering that you had his child after the break up, he would immediately feel guilty. He would beat himself up for not being there for you or for his child. He would be hurt that you had the child in secrecy, but he would only really be mad at himself. He would probably go through great lengths to be a part of the child’s life, wanting to take on the role of being a father.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Suga: Yoongi would probably be mad that you not only neglected to tell him that you were pregnant, but also that you hid his child from him. He would be unsure of what to say other than questioning why you did this. He would spend a lot of time thinking about what his next course of action should be, feeling conflicted because of his future. He’d feel responsible for the child and would want to be a father figure, but wouldn’t know how to approach it.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon: Namjoon would also feel guilty. He would feel guilty for choosing his career over you, for choosing his career over his child. He would be so distraught that you had his this from him and would want to start building a future for the child. He would attempt to balance his job as an idol with being a father so that he would be able to provide for the child while also spending time with them. 

Originally posted by jeonngi

Hoseok: When you told him that you had his kid, he would immediately go quiet. His head would rush with thoughts ranging from the guilt of not being there to wondering why you didn’t tell him, why you’d want to hide this. He’d need time to clear his head, trying to find what would be best for him to do. The obvious answer would be to be there for his child, but he would also wonder about his career. He’d be a mess.

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Taehyung: He would be the most hurt of all of the members, considering how family oriented he is. His brain would immediately go into panic mode and he would spew things out about leaving the group and trying to take on the role of a parent. You would probably have to calm him down so that he could actually take the time to think about it. He would also probably want to see if there was a chance of getting back with you. His priority would become taking care of his child and being an active father figure.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jimin: Jimin would be heart-broken that you felt the need to hide something like this from him. Even after breaking up, he still wanted you to know that he would be a reliable person for you, so when he found out that you had his child and didn’t tell him, he would be devastated. He would need some alone time to think about what needs to be done so he can be a good father while also being financially stable. He would want to provide for the both of you and would try his hardest to be active in your lives.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jungkook: Jungkook would probably go numb. His heart would stop and he wouldn’t have any idea what to think, say, or do. A silence would fall over the both of you and he would most likely start to cry without realizing it. His first response to break the silence would be a quiet, “Why?” He would look to his eldest members for advice on how to handle it and would take a lot of time to think about the necessary steps to take in life, considering the situation.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Dean Ambrose - Because Of You

Dean Ambrose - Prompt #82: “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.”

- Warnings - Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Mentions of cheating.

Word Count - 1,639 words.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by leakees

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3 years is how long’d you’d been together now; you and Dean. It felt as though it was just a dream, a perfect miracle that almost made life seem to have meaning again. He saved you after your previous relationship gone wrong.

You knew him like he was just another part of you. Far too well to put it in simpler terms. Maybe that’s why you felt so safe and comforted around him or perhaps it was just the way he looked at you, whether it be after a long road trip being reunited or just as he watched you fall asleep. You could never get over those eyes. The exact piercing blue orbs that blindsided you causing you to fall in love with this guy the very moment you stepped foot in the doors of the WWE.

It was a rare occasion for your boyfriend to be injured- even if he was nobody would even know. He supposedly ‘didn’t care’ and ‘didn’t want it the phase him or throw him off his a-game’. That’s what was ever so slightly strange… getting a call Tuesday night from Dean informing you he was going to have to stay home for a month due to an injury. He never took time off; not for anything. And the phone call… well he sounded surprisingly calm, polar-opposite to your expectations. 

A mere few months ago, Dean and yourself were drafted to separate brands; him going to Smackdown and you being sent to Raw. Being split up inevitably would take an effect on your relationship but you were determined to maintain the close-knit bond you had made over the years. This made reunions at joint pay-per-views that tiny bit more special. With Dean’s injury as well as the WWE’s European tour directly after the Royal Rumble meant you weren’t going to end up seeing each other for at least 3 weeks. It would be an understatement to say you were totally devastated by this sudden realisation; it would be wrong to say that your heart didn’t feel a million miles away at this point.

~ European Tour ~ 

The final live show in Germany was finally over meaning just 48 hours left until your knees tremble and your heart feels whole again. 48 hours until you next see your boyfriend.

It was late; about a quarter to 11. Little noise was to be heard as you exited the what was a couple of hours ago a thunderstorm of thousands of voices all talking at once. The sky was dark- crammed with billions of stars, the moon the biggest you’d seen in a long while. It was almost as if it grew simultaneously with your heart. Your cab pulled up and you hastily entered. You were supposed to car-share to the hotel and leave tomorrow- Guess that plan didn’t work out. You made the decision to completely scrap that and get the first flight possible, getting back early the following morning to surprise Dean. Effectively the best decision you had made in your life.

~ The Following Morning ~

Stepping foot off the plane your mood was instantly sky rocketed just being in the presence of your home state- I mean even if you didn’t look half your best and even if that strong scent of sweat was still lingering from the person you had not long ago sat next to. Oh, the joys of standard class airplanes. You took a step out the airport into a warmer, more desirable temperature, one that was an utter contrast to the crisp winds of Europe. Luckily, the cab ride was short considering you lived not too far away. By this moment the suspense was slowly killing you; you were just dying to see him, to kiss his face, to have him hold you once again after a month.

Standing outside to door to your apartment you focused solely on the thoughts running through your head before practically leaping through the door. You were faced with your living room, your quaint kitchen in the background; empty. He must be in the bedroom. It is early and all so that’s your best guess. You swiftly rested all your luggage at the door, anticipation rushing over you as you took a stroll towards your bedroom. Your hands were shaking, you wouldn’t say it was from nerves, more so because you’re overly excited. You slowly pressed against the door entering with stealth; the last thing you wanted to do was wake Dean. There you saw him; just how you remember him looking… just not with the girl laying stomach down, tight dress on the bed next to him.

“Y/N, I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow,” Dean exclaimed, clearly in a state of shock. “I-i” His words started to become slurred so you instantly cut him off.

“You know what Dean, save your words for someone who cares. I wanted to surprise you but looks like you surprised me.” Your vision began to become blurred. Did your eyes deceive you? This isn’t the man you fell in love with. His mouth wouldn’t stop just opening and then closing, desperately seeking the words to get himself out of this mess. He couldn’t. “You know what, we’re done Dean, done.” You pretty much screamed at him, slamming the door behind you to walk away, your luggage being taken with you.

~ Wrestlemania ~

A little over a month later and it was Wrestlemania- The most prestigious night in sports entertainment. The night where both rosters merge to fight for every title in the company. In fact, you had a match tonight, a 6-pack challenge for the Raw Women’s title. Everyone was pumped… but not you. After your last encounter with Dean, you distanced yourself from pretty much everyone, your friends, even your family. You weren’t the same person you used to be. The match was brief lasting a matter of minutes- well your match was short due to you eliminating yourself through disqualification snapping a chair against the backs of everyone in that ring. Much like Seth did to Dean, much like you wanted to do to him.

People made the effort to talk to you but you made no acknowledgment of them, sitting solemnly on a crate in the corridor, head in hands. That’s when a far too familiar muscular build shadowed over your body. “Y/N…” He mumbled softly but you didn’t shift. He continued to question you asking whether ‘you were okay’. Of course you weren’t, it was a stupid question. You just didn’t answer, you lifted your head to be faced with him but absolutely no words left your mouth. “Y/N just talk to me for fuck sake.” He tone became more raspy.

Only being in the presence of him was enough to let your emotions take over. You refused to cry… it would show your weakness in front of him. Ever since that night you tried to fake a smile, you tried to forget, you tried to just move on. But you couldn’t. You were tired of running, from everything. “Ouch.” You finally spoke, you could see the relief on his face even if he was slightly confused at your remark.

His instant reaction was to worry. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt in your match.”

“No Dean, my back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife, that’s all.” You snapped at him, it was almost an instant reflex. “I got hurt a while ago Dean, by you.”

“We need to talk about that.” His tone lowered in utter grief. He wanted you to listen but you refused. “Please just hear me out. Please.” He begged you slapping his hand onto your leg before you just shoved it away before shouting, “I shouldn’t have to listen, there’s nothing more to it.”

His features lowered and a clear lump protruded from his throat. “The is more to it. I never cheated on you Y/N. I wouldn’t do that. I was injured so I decided to take things upon myself while I had the chance. I was going to propose to you… The girl, she was a party planner. We were going to surprise you, have a celebration with everyone there. I know why you thought the worst but I tried to talk to you, you wouldn’t pick up. I didn’t even know where you were. I’m sorry.” He choked on his words, you’d never seen him like this.

You’d never felt so stupid. It all made sense now, why he’d been distant, why’d he’d been so nervous. The words coming directly from his mouth hit you like a truck, a mixture of emotions all surging through your mind at once. Why did you ever doubt this guy? Being in a state of shock meant no words could escape your mouth. Your mind was so screwed, you just slapped him… but as his head turned away upon impact you twisted his chin back to you, placing a strong kiss on his lips. God, did that feel great. One singular tear streamed down your cheek only to be wiped clear by his thumb. “I’m sorry Dean. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.” You wept whilst being dragged into a tight embrace.”I never meant to accuse you. I was wrong.”

His lips firmly pressed against your forehead. He used to do that all the time. It felt like you had him back, the man you fell in love with, the relationship that completed your world. “Ssh, it’s okay now. What do you say about marriage then? Marry me Y/N.” That was enough to drive your emotions over the edge, a waterfall of tears now ran off your chin and you frantically nodded in agreement. This man was now to be your husband and never again will you doubt him.


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Feels for this one! Anyways this was a fun one to write so I really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it! Also thank you for requesting Anon! xo ~ Nikkii.

If I'd known sooner

AN: Hello my loves! It’s been soooo long!! Missed you all. Here is something I came up really quick. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think. 😌

After many months trying to figure out who the “mystery girl” was seen more than a handful of times with Harry the fans and media went ballistic. Everyone who was a fan of Harry went on the hunt in every social media site in the hopes of figuring out who she could be and at least knowing her name. Throughout promoting Dunkirk, his latest single Two Ghosts, his upcoming tour and his debut album, everyone was trying to get a word from him as to who she was. But of course Harry refused to answer out of respect for both of their privacy. But the thing is, Y/N was a very private person. She had one social media account which was Instagram, and only her close family knew about it.

Fast forward now, you and Harry have been together for about 8 months and to say everything was going well would be an understatement. You have been spending a lot of time with him lately in New York, enjoying your time in the Big Apple. Many questions arose again, fans making it their mission in trying to figure out who was the girl that stole Harry’s heart and it was getting pretty exhausting on his end dodging interview questions and the relentless paparazzi harassment.

You have finally reached your first year together as a couple and it was then you both mutually agreed to let the whole world know. To celebrate your one year anniversary, Harry had taken you out to dinner. During dinner you saw him take a picture-him sitting across from you as you looked through the menu. He had a huge smile plastered on his face when he passed his phone to you, you saw the picture he took and saw that it was on his Instagram account. It was there on his account that he decided to tell the whole universe who you were. Now he didn’t say your name or tag you (to the disappointment of the fans) but he did write a sweet paragraph of how happy he was with you and how he wished for many more anniversaries. The next day, he performed at Good Morning America’s Summer concert and when pestered by Robin and Amy as to who the girl was in his instagram, Harry could not contain himself. He blushed throughout the whole interview speaking nothing but kind words about his girl. He confirmed the relationship and was nothing but happy.

oh but how short lived that moment was

There were some people who doubted your relationship and thought you were never going to last. A year?! They thought he was going to break up with you soon. His time off the market has put a damper on his reputation. There were constant rumors, saying you were cheating on him, him cheating on you, and the list goes on; but you knew how he felt about you and knew how you felt about him. You were so happy being with him and you thought the feelings were mutual; little did you know you were wrong. Very wrong.

After what seemed to be a particularly great day, it took a dramatic turn for the worse. Once you got home from work, you wanted to make a nice meal for you and Harry. After making dinner, you made your way into his office where he was. Before knocking on the door and making your presence known, you overheard him talking to his stylist Harry Lambert as he was getting fitted for a new suit.

“Lambert, I honestly can’t do this anymore. There’s too much hate and hostility going on and Y/N doesn’t deserve any of this. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into once we became public and even after waiting a year, the world is relentless. They really cannot see how happy she makes me, but I can’t be selfish anymore I can’t ruin her happiness with all of this hate. Don’t get me wrong Y/N is a great girl, and with all the hate daily, and the plethora rumors every week, I just can’t do it, I can’t do this to her. I’m done with this relationship.”

If only Y/N saw the look on his face. He was heart broken, utterly devastated. His eyes reddened, with tears threatening to fall.

“How do you think I should tell her without breaking her heart so much?”

Your breath hitched and your heart stopped. Your heart was shattered into a billion and one pieces. You didn’t want to stay to hear what Lamb was going to say after hearing his client pour his whole heart out and discover your Harry’s true feelings. If he was so unhappy with your relationship why didn’t he just tell you instead of dragging it out for a year-a whole year!! and waste both of your time, and out of all people he tells his stylist instead of you!

with that, you went back downstairs into the kitchen, grabbed your bag and keys and left. With no note, dinner cold, you were gone like the wind.

Tell It To The Barista

In which Riskua starts working at a coffee shop

A little ficlet for @tsume-yuki​ for her fic Tell it to the Marines. Because the coffee shop AU didn’t yet exist and I love TITTM so much.

A peaceful little job, Mama had suggested after they moved to this town from Melring. Riskua needs to get out more, apparently.

Riskua is fairly certain that this hadn’t been what she meant. Actually, knowing her mother, it might have been exactly what she was talking about.

Whoever thought coffee shops were peaceful needed a reality check. It’s Riskua’s second day. The store manager just quit and walked off, and with her three of the employees. Which leaves just her and Law, a guy who’s working here surprisingly not to pay for his classes - he’s some sort of genius and has a full scholarship, also his father is apparently kind of over the top when it comes to giving him money - but because he genuinely loves coffee. And another reason, but Riskua doesn’t yet know what it is.

It’s the morning. This is the only coffee shop near the university campus. And there’s only Riskua and Law manning the shop.

Law gives her a look akin to one a general might give his troops just before heading into battle.  “At least we’ll be prepared for the zombie apocalypse, Ris-ya,” he says.

She gives him a lopsided grin and twirls her pen before clutching it like a dagger. “My father always says to beat them off with a stick. It never made sense until now.”

Law gives her a mildly exasperated look, and then there’s no time to speak anymore. The masses have arrived. It is time for battle.

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