there was an urge to go au

11 writing problems and solutions

Writing is a craft. It takes time for anyone to learn and improve. But there are some shortcuts you can try, maybe adapt to your own needs. Here are 11 writing problems and their solutions, or hacks.

Too many ideas syndrome

Problem: You have too many equally good story ideas and can’t pick just one to write.

Solution: Select your top 3 favorite stories and write the first scene of all three. If you can’t decide, write the first chapter. The right project will be easier to work with, you’ll have fun writing it, you will be daydreaming about the story, you will love the characters. So, give away three chances instead of one.

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

Outline spoiling the fun

Problem: Whenever you outline a story idea, it completely spoils your will to write it. The mystery is gone.

Solution: Instead of outlining the whole story, just make a clear goal on how your characters should end. Will they succeed? Will they fail? Will they be happy? Will they find redemption? Will they be wronged? Decide how your story should end and explore the plot as you go. Remember, no one will read your first draft, so just write.

Lost midway

Problem: If you are a pantser, you might get lost in the middle of the story, especially after the first plot point.

Solution: Give your story an ending. If you know where your characters will end up, you’ll have a better understanding of which routes to take. Always keep in mind how the story will end. Use it as the beacon of a lighthouse to guide you through stormy waters.

Creative block

Problem: You don’t have story ideas. Or nothing you have so far excites you enough for a novel.

Solution: Read a book or watch a movie completely out of your genre. This works like magic, I promise. I’m not a sci-fi person, but Akira has given me more story ideas than any movie and book from my own genre.

Originally posted by sunio

Writing anxiety

Problem: You are scared of writing, scared of starting a new story, or just scared of not doing a good job.

Solution: Write a fanfic. No one expects a fanfic to be a masterpiece (although many are). Fanfics are done for fun and for passion. So, write your book in fanfic format. You can even use fandom characters and aus in the process. When the story is completed, change back to original characters.

Editing as you write

Problem: You keep going back to previous paragraphs and editing instead of moving forward with your writing.

Solution: Write your novel by hand. This might sound like a lot of work, but it’s quite the opposite. The white screen of the computer urges you to review, to make it perfect, academic like perfect. The paper however, brings you back to the craft, to the urge of filling lines and pages. Handwriting also gives you the opportunity of sketching and doodling. 

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su

Procrastination

Problem: Tumblr. Youtube. Email. Netflix. Bathroom. Fridge. Bed.

Solution: Go offline. Turn off your wi-fi. Use a device without internet connection. Or, if you keep fooling yourself and turning the internet back on, write your novel by hand. Give yourself a daily hour of internet, but live offline. And if you take unnecessary trips to the fridge or the bathroom, try the pomodoro technique.

Lack of plots

Problem: Nothing relevant is happening, your story looks kind of boring. Or the main plot is too weak for a whole novel.

Solution: Take a few days off. Just relax. When you are ready to go back, read what you have written so far. Maybe you were just tired. But, if the story really sucks, go back to basics. Ask yourself two questions. What type of story am I writing? How will this story end? Follow the answer like a map. Change what needs to be changed, even if you have to delete the whole progress. If you lack plots, don’t add fillers, just go back to basics.  

Weak main character

Problem: Your character lacks personality, voice and/or visuals.

Solution: Give your main character three things. An external battle. An internal battle. And an unique feature. The external battle is their goal, what they want to achieve, what they dream about. An internal battle is their fears, traumas, doubts, mental issues, prejudices and triggers to overcome. An unique feature is what sets them apart from other characters, maybe they have piercings, or tattoos, or pink hair, or lilac eyes, maybe they wear neon boots, or a mask, or mittens, maybe they are left-handed, or blind, maybe they have a scar, or a birthmark. Every amazing main character has external battles, internal battles and unique features.  

Originally posted by takeruandcaterpillars

Depression

Problem: You have no will to write. The passion is gone. You feel empty.

Solution: If you don’t have access to medical help, reading is a good way to reevaluate your career and regain your passion for the words. Read lots of books. Don’t worry about writing, just read. Lose yourself in fictional adventures. Read sci-fi, romance, horror, fantasy, crime, family saga, classics, foreigner fictions, fanfics, shorts, poetry. Immerse in literature. Literature can save lives.  

Strange dialogues

Problem: Dialogues seem too formal, or too much like the narration, or characters lack individuality.

Solution: Read your dialogues out loud while acting as your characters. You can find a quiet empty room for that. Be an actor. Go for the emotions. Record your acting sections, after all, you might improvise at some point.    

Originally posted by gmt1999

Forgotten (M)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Summary: Loving Kim Taehyung was just so cruel, since he only saw you as his childhood friend. But after years of wanting him to return your affection, you finally saw the look of love shine on his eyes - but it wasn’t meant for you. No, it was meant for her…
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, bestfriend!au, university!au
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: Original request here . 


Loving Kim Taehyung was like treasuring a forbidden artifact – you could appreciate it and love it from afar, but you could never touch it, never have it – just stand still and admire from a distance. Just like the artifact, he was untouchable and you could never have him the way you always wished for. Why? Well that was because he was your best friend since you were toddlers, but that was it.

You two were inseparable. Always playing and working together, making your classmates assume that you two liked each other. Of course, every time that accusation was made, you’d both deny it while saying how gross it was – but even then you knew you were lying.

At the mere age of 14, you realized that you didn’t just have a silly little crush on him anymore, no, you had fallen deeply in love with him. But who didn’t? His affectious boxy smile and playful bright attitude attracted many people towards him over the years, much to your dismay. But Taehyung always brushed it aside, and kept his attention solely on you. That is, once you two entered high school, then it all changed for the worse.

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I’ve decided he’ll do.

So I sketched this few weeks back after reading The Desolation of Rick by @the-clairvoyant-rick and JenKristo and….was going to left it at that. But after seeing the recent Rick and Morty comics cover I had an urge to do something fantasy/medieval so I came back to this. 

This is not exactly what’s happening in the story and I took some liberty with the costumes. It’s just what I imagined a scene from this AU could be after reading that wonderful chapter. Go check it out if you like c-137cest. And check out their other work because it’s A+++++.

tarot prompt list

a tarot card inspired prompt list for all your shipping needs, feel free to use any one aspect of a prompt you wish, or let it inspire you in your own way~

  • the lovers: love, harmony, mutual attraction
    “I love you so much.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: fluff, soulmate au, confessions, mutual pining
  • the fool: innocence, playfulness, recklessness;
    “Let’s go on an adventure!”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: treasure hunter au, worrying, games  
  • the magician: transformation, beginnings, good omen;
    “I guess today’s my lucky day.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: first meeting, supernatural au, witch au  
  • the high priestess: magic, dreams, knowledge;
    “I had this dream, and now…”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: visions, sold fortune, magic au  
  • the empress: passion, ferocity, fertility;
    “You cannot do this!”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: motherhood, protectiveness, villain au  
  • the emperor: authority, discipline, stubbornness; 
    “You will do as I say.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: kingdom au, argument, enemies to lovers
  • the hierophant: community, learning, rituals;
    “We’ll always help each other out, right?”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: found family, highschool/uni au, teacher au  
  • the chariot: sacrifice, struggle, travel;
    “I’m sorry… I have to do this.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: boss fight, (assumed) goodbye, traveller au
  • strength: courage, obstacles, urges;
    “Together, we can do this!”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: slow burn, action movie au, fighting together 
  • the hermit: solitude, withdrawal, introspection; 
    “Leave me alone. Please.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: hurt, stranded au, feeling-focused, lost  
  • the wheel of fortune: optimism, success, luck;  
    “We did it! I can’t believe it!”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: genie au, chance/fated meeting
  • justice: karma, honesty, decisions;
    “I don’t know what to do.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: superhero au, dealing with consequences  
  • the hanged man: suspension, potential, indecision;
    “I can’t stay here, but I don’t know where to go. I’m stuck.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: prison/ex-convict au, internal conflict  
  • death: destruction, loss, change; 
    “I lost you. And it was unbearable.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: stages of grief, new beginnings, ex au  
  • temperance: communication, healing, moderation;
    “I’m here for you. You can talk to me.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: comfort, deep talks, hugging, woundtending  
  • the devil: failure, lust, temptation; 
    “You want it too…”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: desire, nsfw, unrequited love, demon au  
  • the tower: drama, catastrophe, pride; 
    “Don’t be like that!”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: angst, (post)apocalypse au, break-up
  • the star: renewal, hope, rest;
    “I feel at peace.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: star-gazing, lazy days, cuddling, spirit au
  • the moon: emotion, fantasy, confusion;
    “That’s rough, buddy.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: fantasy au, werewolf au, late night talks  
  • the sun: joy, friendship, prosperity;
    “I’m so happy.”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: friends to lovers, love realization, coffee shop
  • judgement: awakening, resurrection, absolution;
    “Why did you have to do this?!”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: reincarnation au, criminal (au), mistakes
  • the world: fulfillment, experience, completion; 
    “Do you remember, back when…”
    possible AUs/settings/ideas: old age, happy end, fantasy world au
Supercorp Social Media AUs

Lord, Save Me from Your Followersanamatics

  • Kara, perhaps out of a want for thoroughness in her story, perhaps out of a Millennial-born urge to creep on the social media of a woman she finds intriguing, discovers that Lena Luthor has a pretty active following on Instagram one afternoon not long after their first meeting. She debates it, just for a moment, before following Lena.

Lena’s YouTuber Crushes (Crush) - BroodyJC

  • The Youtuber AU in which Lena’s thirst can be seen from miles away - OR- The “My YouTubers Crushes Tag”

Swipe Right for a Supereluigih

  • Lena Luthor matches with Supergirl on tinder and she’s convinced that she’s being catfished.

Alcohol and social mediaitsgaydude

  • Supercorp and Sanvers go on a double date. Maggie and Alex take candids of Kara and Lena during it and intended to send them to the couple. It does not go as planned and they accidentally share them on social media.

Tools of the Trade honey_hill

  • Kara can’t contain her thirst in an interview and Twitter goes nuts. Lena likes screwing with her fans but would rather screw Kara instead.

A Face in the Crowdoffscreenmusings

  • Kara Danvers catches the attention of rock singer Lena Luthor when she attends a concert, she isn’t a VIP that night so Lena turns to Twitter to find her.

this is where i keep you in my mind statisticallysignificant

  • kara was pretty sure she had a minor heart attack when she realized that she accidentally double-tapped on a picture of Lena Luthor from a whopping 235 weeks ago. (lucky for her, Lena doesn’t ignore it.)

Insta-Shock To The Systembabydragon73

  • Lena’s eyes widened at the barista’s selfless care for her and, without warning, she blurted out, “I didn’t know you modelled lingerie.”

#KarlenaGettingGreyer

  • After a picture of a kiss between the famed CEO Lena Luthor and mild-mannered reporter Kara Danvers went viral, the two lovebirds give an exclusive interview to CatCo magazine.
10

broken boy, broken boy

held together by paper smiles

broken boy, broken boy

let them fall off for a while

broken boy, broken pieces

pick them up and assemble 

broken boy, broken less

still hurt- but better

cafuné.

Originally posted by freetl

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader. summary: bucky always asked you to play with his hair and when you finally question why he does it his answers surprises you.

genre: fluff. 

warnings: none aside from some swearing and Sam being a major dick.

a/n: this is the first time I write on english so please have in mind that this is not my first language. 


You were used to it at this point. It was a regular thing that everyone in the team thought was weird while you didn’t wanted to put too much thought into it. It was nothing. He just liked having his hair played with and you were the only one from the team friendly enough to ask that to. That’s exactly what you told yourself every time Bucky would request your hands on his long, soft brown locks so you wouldn’t fall deeper in the dark hole that was being in love and not being corresponded. 

Of curse you didn’t told a soul about it, not that you were really friends with anyone in the compound, unlike what the word seemed to think you didn’t gossip with Wanda and Natasha while painting each others nails, so you didn’t exactly had someone to talk about it, which only made it worst.

Movie night was something you actually did, most of the time the whole team was in the common room getting ready to watch whatever movie has been picked and just silently enjoy it together. You would usually bring your own pillow from your room and that one big fluffy blanket that everyone would try to steal from you throughout the movie and sit on the huge couch while some of the guys preferred to lay on top of the furry carped on the floor. tonight was no different.

“Come on (Y/N), you need to learn how to share, girl” Sam shouted at you from the floor trying to pul the blanket from your legs. 

 "Fuck you, Sam. The blanket is mine I don’t have to share anything" With that he let go of the blanket and murmured something under his breath. 

 "Can you stop acting like children?“ Natasha entered the room wearing her black pajama shorts that usually made Steve’s eyes go wide. But he was nowhere to be around. 

 "F.R.I.D.A.Y can you tell antique 1 and antique 2 to move their asses down here so we can start the movie?” Tony ordered the AI. 

 That’s when your anxiety started to show up. Because movie night was the most common occasion for Bucky to put his head on you lap as soon as he could and you knew tonight wouldn’t be an exception, which made you nervous, even if you did it every sunday. 

 The two super soldiers finally appeared and it was pretty obvious they were in the training room before since they looked somewhat tired. They both looked like they just got out of their showers and were wearing clean comfy clothes. Steve’s hair was still wet from what you could see but Bucky’s was completely dry and looked like a mess which was a certain indication that he just used the hair dryer on his bathroom and didn’t bothered to brush his hair afterwards. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain black V neck and fuck did he looked good on them. 

 "Jeez, Tony, we’re here. Calm down" Steve said as he sat down in the empty space between Natasha and Tony. 

 That only free spot left on the couch was between Wanda and Clint, but Bucky just let himself fall in the carpet right in front of you and without a word he placed his head on you lap. 

 "What are we watching?“ Steve asked, to which Tony was quick to answer.

"We’re watching Narnia and you two don’t have a say on it because you’re late. F.R.I.D.A.Y roll the movie” After Tony’s command the screen came to life and the lights went down. 

 A couple of minutes later you were really into the movie and the beautiful cinematography of it when you felt the head on your lap constantly moving and shifting it’s position. You knew it was just a matter of time befor- 

“Doll?” He kept his voice down so he wouldn’t disturb the movie for the rest. 

“Hmmm?” You eyes remind on the screen but your heartbeat was going faster. 

“Would you mind putting your hands in my hair? I mean, if it doesn’t bothers you…” He was always nice about it, even if you have never deny it since the first time he asked you, he would always make sure you were comfortable with it. 

You didn’t say anything, just letting your fingers get lose in his hair, it felt fresh clean because of his shower and it was super soft as usual. Your nails ran lightly over his scalp and behind his ears, you didn’t have to look down to know that made him close his eyes and relax his whole expression. 

“Why do you only let Y/N touch your hair, Bucky?” Wanda’s voice caught everyone’s attention. 

“What?” Was Bucky’s only response as he opened his eyes and pulled his head up from your lap to look at her. 

“I mean… you always ask her to play with your hair but you don’t let any of us even come close to touch it. Why?” You watched carefully for any odd reaction but he just shrugged and ignored the question. 

“Come on, man. When are you going to have the balls to actually show some of your feelings?” Sam stated, apparently bothered for some reason. 

 "Sam, shut up!“ Steve used his captain voice and that meant he was serious. 

"No, I mean it, he’s never going to adapt if he doesn’t stop being such a pussy”. The room fell silent after that. 

 You felt Bucky tense up against you legs, the darkness in the room didn’t let you see much of his face but he didn’t gave you, or anyone, a chance to try to see closer. He stood up and left without a world. 

 "That’s just fucking great, guys, brilliant!“ You glared at Sam and Wanda before standing on your feet and following the soldier. 

Running through the hallway where the rooms were you stopped in front of Bucky’s door and hesitated before knocking. Wanda made valid point, you never saw anyone else touch his hair, not even steve. So why let you do it? If it was a thing he would only let girls do, the why not let Natasha and Wanda do it? After all he wasn’t much more intimate with her than he was with them apart from letting her play with his hair. 

 So why?! 

 Finally you let you knuckles hit the hard wood of the door and waited to heard something from the other side but you didn’t. 

 "Buck, it’s me… open up, please” You keep you voice soft so he wouldn’t feel threatened. 

 The knob made a noise and the door was open, all the light inside seemed off but you still stepped in slowly. There was a soft light coming from a little lamp on his night stand that let you see him sitting on the edge of the bed, his face hanging low, probably so you wouldn’t see his face. If the situation was reverse you would for sure be embarrassed too. Closing the door behind you, you walked getting closer to him till you were right in front of his figure but not a word was said. Your hands felt the silky texture of his locks and your fingers ran through it letting you thumbs slightly rest over his cheekbones. 

 "Hey…“ He didn’t answer but you could see the light pink bush covering his face. "Are you going to talk to me?" 

His eyes went up and stared right into yours, if you didn’t knew better you would say he was staring through your bare soul, your heart rate speeded up and your chest went up and down with each breath you took. It was an intense moment for both of you. You could tell he was affected too. 

 "What do you want me to say, doll?” His voice sounded raspy. 

 "Actually… I’m really curious as to why you only let me touch your hair" You caressed his hair a little more, almost encouraging him to tell you. He sighed before speaking again. 

 "Before the war I used to take a lot of ladies out on dates, as you probably have heard, and my hair was something that they all were fascinated with for some unknown reason" He frowned. 

 "Maybe because is soft and cute" You smiled at him while messing his hair with both hands. 

 "Well, point is, after I could finally scape from Hydra I was constantly moving from city to city, and I realized than people had become a lot bolder these times.“ You felt him shiver before he could continue. "I could be on a supermarket in Vienna, buying protein bars and some random girl would come and ask if she could run her hands through my hair, in the 40’s I would have laugh and say yes, in that moment? I had a panic attack and ended up running away from the place without saying a single word.” He sounded extremely sad, even if that was a memory from years ago it still hurted him. “Even when I got here, everyone kept asking, boys and girls… I even through about cutting it so I didn’t have to face that problem anymore, but I never actually got around that”.

“I’m glad you didn’t”. You mumbled as your grip of his hair got a little more firm.

 "And then when you came around I started to feel this urge…“ You breath got caught in your throat when you felt his hands firmly grab your hips and pull you a closer. "I wanted you close, I wanted to have your scent always around and… well I did wanted you play with my hair.” His words warmed your heart and leave you totally speechless but he wasn’t over yet. “At first I didn’t knew why I felt like that, but the it was pretty obvious I had developed feeling your you, doll" 

 "Y-you have feeling for me, Buck?” The words shuttered their way out and he giggled at that. 

 "Of course, Y/N, it’s pretty damn obvious" he smiled at you, apparently not embarrass anymore. “So I couldn’t resist anymore, I asked and you said yes, from then every time I have the chance to have you close I took it”. 

 He just displayed his feeing for you and there was not a single muscle on your body that wasn’t shaking, you crush of 3 years have confess he had feelings for you and now the only thing you could think about was kissing him. 

 "So you don’t have any urges left?“ You asked with your stare glued to his lips and his fingers dipped in the skin of your hips. 

 "Fuck. Doll, don’t go there” His breath became superficial and you let your thumb ran over his lower lip as a result of the rush of feelings going through you at the moment. 

 "Why not?“ Looking at his eyes again so you wouldn’t miss the feelings they displayed. 

 "I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, (Y/N). Don’t play with me like tha-” You cut him off by kissing him finally. 

 You had anticipated the moment for so long it didn’t felt real at first so both of you were afraid to move and break whatever kind of spell was in the air. Until you did and everything became so real, the intensity of the kiss went up and you could feel each others breaths against the skin of your faces. His arms closed around your waist and all you could do was hold onto his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall down on his arms. But finally you both gasped for air, breaking the kiss but remaining close. 

 "Woah…“ You giggle and hide you face in the croak of his neck. "Doll face?”

 "Hmmm?“ Your smile pressed against his skin. 

 "Would you mind playing with my hair for a while?” The smile could be heard in his voice and when you pulled back you saw he had a smirk on his lips. 

 "Only you would let me kiss you some more, Sergeant". 

And then the only thing that was heard on the room was your scream when Bucky grabbed your waist and pulled you with him towards the bed behind you. 

Solangelo AU in which Nico is that popular young author who struggles so hard for inspiration. Like, he won’t write shit for a week but then he’ll find the urge to write and he 72 hour straight binge writes holed up in his room with the coffee machine. But his roommate Jason insists that he get out more because “ That’s just not healthy Nico” so he starts going to the local coffee shop where he meets that cute barista Will and the dude is so funny and cute and stubborn and he make Nico’s macchiato perfect. The funny part is that Nico writes effortlessly around Will and jokingly begins to refer to him as “My Muse.” So when his next book gets published, that’s exactly who he dedicates it to, His Muse. Tumblr goes nuts with fan theories and speculations. But when Will shows up at his signing and asks if he can spare an autograph for His Muse, Nico can’t resist kissing that adorable blush away.

#TheAngelsMuse trends for days.

yoongi scenario | a vampire’s kiss

Originally posted by boo-t-s

prompt: I’m a vampire, and you’re a human who’s prone to getting hurt. Please take better care of yourself, or I might not be able to control myself!

pairing: vampire yoongi x reader

requested by anon | 900 words | fluff


Yoongi always panics when he sees you wielding a knife. Knowing how clumsy you are, he’s come to realise that you plus cooking is a bad combination – particularly with his stomach being empty and your blood always smelling so good.

So when he comes home to find you in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you chop tomatoes his first instinct is to yell, “Stop!”

Which in hindsight was a bad idea.

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They all die in the end

Originally posted by jjks

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Sniper!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of murder, death, mature themes

Word count: 10.5k rip

Synopsis: In his long career, Yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.

And yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.

Nr. 3: never fall in love.

Author’s note: Finally!! This is my first request, with the prompts sniper!Yoongi, His beauty could kill you and They all die in the end. To the cute anon: I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it even tho this is the angstiest shit I have written until now.

Also, special thanks to @inktae and @sugajpg for bearing with my existential crisis about this <3



Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

Sure, he kills people in exchange of money – good money, to be more precise; but it’s not something that actually bothers him in his sleep. Well, he is blessed with dream-less nights after all, thus he can’t really be definite about it: maybe, if nightmares of blood and screams and horror filled his mind, then he wouldn’t be so serene, so apathetic about it. Maybe, he would feel a decent amount of regret.

But again, that isn’t the case, and so he’s able to look at everyone straight in the eyes, lips guiltless and always curved in a faint smile – they would have been murdered anyways, if not by him, surely by somebody else. At least, Yoongi gives them a quick death.

And it’s not like he targets innocent people anyway – well, as much as someone could be innocent nowadays. Oh no, he usually works for the Mafia, sometimes even for the Intelligence when they need somebody to act outside the law: the flies he has to kill are always the dirtiest ones, buried in some horrid shit up to their neck, and thus with a bullet into their throat they die. Or in their forehead, or between their lungs – it doesn’t really matter, does it?

So no, Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

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Vanilla Rules || Chapter 1

GROUP: BTS
PAIRING: JIMIN x READER

Genre: Badboy! au, College! au, romance, drama

Word count: 2.1k (sorry I know its long)

Warnings: Just a lil bit of swearing and mentions of throwing up (just in case anyone has a weak stomach. its not graphic but idk)

SYNOPSIS:

The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple (vanilla) rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when one of starts falling for the other? Will passion win or will rage take the game?

A/N: if you want chapter 2 then pretty please let me know whether you like it. Honestly it takes a lot more effort to write than read so I dont want to waste my time writing this if the response isn't worth the work I put in. I hope you guys enjoy this and also thank you for taking the time to read it!❤️ I’ll put out a ch 2 teaser depending on how things go. Enjoy reading :)

Prologue || Ch 1 || Ch 2 teaser

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by h-farah01

Park Jimin was the worst man you ever had the displeasure of knowing. He was cold, rude, arrogant, indifferent to everyone around him. He never cared for anyone but himself. He trampled over people, used them for his own means and discarded them like waste. Everyone loved him, except for you which is why you sometimes wondered whether he seeked you out on purpose. It was a very sick and twisted game the both of you played, but neither of you ever wanted to stop.

“I think you two like each other in a twisted way” Taehyung your best friend would tell you, earning a scoff which was followed by a glare, every single time he uttered the words. No one ever made you feel as frustrated and angry as he did. “You’re wrong. He has it out for me for whatever reason. He doesnt like me” you would state as a matter of factly in turn earning a laugh of disbelief from Taehyung.

Not to mention Jimin was the biggest fuck boy you knew. Not only did he have zero respect for others, he didn’t even respect himself enough to set himself to a good standard because he would fuck anything that had two legs and a vagina.

You really hated him.

He never let any opportunity to mess up your life go amiss. Whether it was purposely making you late for class, or butting his nose in your romantic endeavours and driving your partners away.

“I am the only guy for you y/n” he had told you the time when he had driven away your dumb ex boyfriend by making it look like you had cheated on him. “ Love it or hate it because you are stuck with me princess” After a while you had given up on relationships because Jimin always ensured it didn’t last past one week.

“Thinking about me?” You were startled out of your thoughts as Jimin’s voice rang through your ears. He occupied the seat next to you and you had to stop yourself from retching because the pungent smell of smoke mixed with the cheap beer invaded your nostrils. “Aww was wittle baby missing me? Does precious little Jiminie need an ass kicking” your voice dripped with sarcasm.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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“Goodbye,” said the blue cat. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”


I had the oddest urge to do this today. This book will always be a fave of mine.

The Little PaladinPage 1: Family

DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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{Special} College!AU Momo
  • major: photography / concentration: commercial 
  • minor: dropped her dance minor because she realized she liked her own style way more than taking classes on it,,,
  • sports: urban dance team
  • clubs: cooking club (except she doesn’t cook she just tastes everyone else is making), reviews restaurants with jeongyeon for the campus blog, and sometimes gets asked by dance minors for help which shocks her because she’s like “how do you guys know i dance,,,” and they’re like “we see all of nayeons snapchats of you!!!!” and momo is like,,,,,,,,,,,clueless 
  • ever since she was really young everyone assumed momo was going to pursue her career in dance,,,, she’s just always been so good at it and loved with a passion that people were like you hAVE to major in dance or theater,,,, be a PERFORMER
  • but momo,,,,,was hesitant with it because as much as she adores it,,, something about making it her chief discipline,,, took out the fun in it
  • so when she entered college and chose photography everyone was like ??? because since when did she like taking photos
  • or doing anything aside from laying upside down from her bed watching dramas or being in a practice studio,,,,,,,
  • but momo’s simple answer was “food”
  • “what about,,,,,,,food?”
  • “i want,,,,,,,to take photos of food.”
  • which im not kidding, is an actual career like who do you think takes those videos for mcdonalds or those nice pics for restaurant menus like this is a lEGITMATE business and momo is like “i heard sometimes you can eat the food after,,,,,,,if it isn’t fake :       )”
  • jihyo: oh that’s why you want to do it, to eat right
  • momo:,,,,,,,,,,,
  • momo: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes
  • she tried doing rookie shots of jeongyeon’s cooking or her sisters and ,,, the photos didn’t turn out half bad so she decided it’d be something she could see herself doing
  • plus it would still give her time to practice dance for her own leisure,,,,,,
  • to be honest,,,college was a bit of challenge for her - momo isn’t the most schoolwork motivated and she has habits of slipping into her hobbies more than her schoolwork
  • cue: moms jihyo and jeongyeon reminding her that she has finals and projects due
  • and momo crying over the prerequisite biology course
  • but hey,,,,,she has a dream and she wants to be able to follow it (and make money,,,,as all college students dream of some day LOL)
  • plus,,,,,if anything,,,,,,she makes money on the side tutoring dance and being in small performances set up by friends or dance majors so you know ,,,,,, it isn’t like she gave up the thing she really loves
  • she’s just being realistic
  • but she does get lost on her way to class like all the time,,, like she’s been on campus long enough to know where the buildings are but she zones out and ends up outside of the library and not the art department
  • do you know how many times sana has found her there??? too many to count
  • keeps getting scouted by different uni sports teams while she’s at the gym because she’s FIT and has a more grueling workout then some of the dudes on the football team
  • but the only team she’s on is an urban dance one because she’s friends with the leader who lets her choreograph parts and it’s the only group that lets her ,,,, like?? break the rules??? of what people think dance is about
  • but yeah even though she can sleep for 16 hours straight and eats unhealthy snacks in class,,,,,,she can probably run laps around half the people on campus
  • nayeon calls her ab-god and momo is just like “i can make my abs dance wanna see” and nayeon is like YES im gonna put it on instagram and jeongyeon has to pull momo’s shirt down before it can happen because quote on quote, “stop exploiting her for likes nayeon”
  • shares her dorm with jeongyeon’s and you can see who lives on which side
  • because one is perfectly clean, with a new-looking monitor on the desk and textbooks staked by class and bed sheets white and crisp
  • while the other is,,,,,,,mismatched sheets,,,,,,,30248 teddy bears,,,,,,,and a desk that has empty chip bags on it and momo’s sweater that she wore a week ago
  • who cuts out photos of pretty food and tapes them to their binders??? momo
  • everyone in her class is like ,,,,,,,,,,,, oh and she’s like “this is a photo of a hotdog. a hotdog,,,,,,i would die for”
  • most definitely sleeps in class when she can LOL
  • you first see momo  on your way to pick up a friend’s films from the photography department 
  • she’s standing outside of the entrance,,,, where you have to swipe an ID to get in looking glum and you wonder if maybe,,,,,,she forgot her ID?
  • you don’t want to be weird and just ask her but it’s obvious the way she’s looking at the machine and the people passing through 
  • it’s even more obvious when mina walks by, and goes “no ID?” 
  • momo pouts as mina swipes herself in and shakes her head “cant help you momorin,,,,,,,,,start using the wallet we gave you!!!”
  • momo sighs,,,mumbling to herself that dropping her money and cards into her huge backpack has always worked before - todays just an unlucky day
  • you feel bad and so you walk over and go “h,,,,hey im going to be going inside and i can hand you my ID after i swipe it if you want???”
  • momo’s eyes light up,,,,,,,she does a little clap and thanks you
  • you swipe yourself in and then discreetly hand over your ID to her so she can do it too
  • once inside momo grins,,,,,her smile is so cute and she takes your hand to shake it,,,,,thanking you again
  • with that she rushes off,,,, realizing she’s late now for class and you stand there a little bewildered because something tells you she isn’t,,,,like a lot of other people is she
  • you learn quickly that you’re right - she’s not
  • because the next day as you’re leaving the photography department you see momo again  
  • and she doesn’t have her ID,,,,,,,,,again
  • and you swipe her in and she’s all stars in her eyes thanking you!!!! till she goes “oh,,,,,,,,,,,,but i think i forgot my camera in the dorm oh no,,,,,,,i have to go back,,,,,”
  • you watch again, amazed, as she dashes out of the building you try to think of something to say but you just call out “take your ID too!”
  • she does something of a nod,,,,,,disappearing out the doors
  • this goes on for a bit,,,,,,,momo seems to never have her ID and you always bump into her at the entrance
  • sometimes a friend or someone else will swipe her in, but for a while it seems like she’s looking for you
  • when she sees you,,,,,she calls your name,,,,,,,,the smile of hers is really simple - it’s not big and bright
  • but it’s, it’s got this subtle beauty 
  • even a bit of a sleepy beauty,,,something that reminds you of warm blankets and lazy afternoons
  • even though you’ve seen her run,,,,,like she’s part of the track team and get up and all worried about forgetting anything else before going in,,,,,,,for the most part momo’s energy is always dreamy
  • and you,,,,,,you think it’s cute
  • at one point you’d been handing her your ID when a girl,,,,with short hair and a stern expression swatted your arm and went “don’t give it, she needs to learn to stop losing her ID!”
  • you had looked at her and momo had frowned “jeongyeon,,,,,,,,they’re being nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • jeongyeon has narrowed her eyes and went “momo told me about you,,,,,,stop swiping her in! she needs to start bringing her ID! doesn’t it bother you that she’s always here?”
  • your gaze had shifted to momo,,,,,,to be honest nothing about her bothered you in the least,,,,,,,you’d swipe momo in for the rest of your academic career if she wanted
  • but you didn’t even have to say that,,,,,jeongyeon just huffed and went “i see you’ve been won over - you’re hopeless!”
  • turning to momo she’d pinched her roommates nose and went “stop relying on being adorable and start getting organized - we’re going to clean our WHOLE dorm till you find your ID”
  • with that jeongyeon had pulled momo out of the building,,,,,,momo had went willingly,,,,but turned and waved to you
  • shyly you’d brought your hand up to wave back,,,,,,,but jeongyeon’s words kept rattling in your head
  • ‘you’ve been won over  - you’re hopeless!’
  • you got stuck thinking about it so long that someone had to ask you to move out of the way so they could get through skfljda
  • but it’s true,,,,,,she really had in some ways,,,,,,won you over
  • a couple of weeks passed by and momo had vanished from her spot near the entrance,,,you were a little upset,,,,,you wouldn’t lie
  • but you were happy thinking that she had probably finally gotten her ID back 
  • until you saw her again,,,,,,
  • “do you need me to swipe you in?”
  • momo shakes her head,,,,,the way her hairs up in a messy bun and the oversized hoodie hanging over her frame,,,,,you wanna CRY she’s so damn cute
  • “jeongyeon made me get my ID remade,,,,and i haven’t lost it because-”
  • proudly she shows you the lanyard around her neck, from the bottom hangs her ID pass and you look at it,,,,it’s pink,,,,,with little dogs on it 
  • (see: you’d cry she’s so frea K I NG CUTE)
  • “so what’s up?”
  • momo motions to the door with her hand,,,,you give her a confused look but she goes “i wanna take you somewhere i really like,,,,,,do you want to come?”
  • she doesn’t tell you the name of where you’re going or where it’s located, you just follow her as momo takes your hand and excitedly talks to herself about how she’s been craving this food for a while,,,,,,,
  • you end up seated in a small family-owned restaurant,,,,momo is on a first name basis with the lady that takes your order and even knows about her kids and husband
  • momo seems like she’s at home,,,,,not even looking at the menu since she orders her “regular” 
  • you try to see if there’s anything you’d like but momo urges you to get what she is - she promises you’re going to love it!!!!!! 
  • and you’ve never seen her so animated and excited about something
  • her usual daydreamy like expression turns vibrant
  • and she tells you that this place is her favorite,,,,she’s been coming here since she was a kid 
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,still not sure why she’s taken you here and what this is like is this a thank you for you helping her swipe in all those times?? is this just new friends hanging out???? is this a date,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • the idea makes your heart do a ! and you’re not sure how to calm yourself down
  • but momo is thankfully distracted because when the food comes out,,,,,,it’s like a whole new person is in the room with you
  • and you reach over but momo is like “wait! let me take a photo!”
  • she takes her camera out,,,,,not her phone,,,,and you’re like “should i pos-”
  • but she instead starts snapping pics of the food, admiring it and smiling to herself and she’s like “oh! we should take one too!”
  • you flush bright pink as she moves over to sit beside you
  • she’s squished up against your arm,,,,,the smell of strawberry scented shampoo and her pretty profile up close is enough to send you into a mini heart attack
  • but momo just comfortably throws up the peace sign and giggles for you to do it too
  • the food,,,,,,like momo said,,,,,,, is exceptionally good!!! you and momo don’t talk, both totally immersed in the flavor
  • but once you’re done,,,,,finishing what is a serving for four people,,,,,,you go “thanks for taking me here! i never knew this place existed!”
  • momo nods, patting her stomach “i only show it to people who i like”
  • those words make you freeze,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,what kind of like,,,,,,you’re so confused,,,,,,,
  • momo’s ability to say things like that with no change in expression makes your head spin because what??????? does?????? this???? all???? mean???
  • momo suddenly gets up to pay and you try to get some bills from your wallet but she’s just like “you don’t have to, ive racked up points!”
  • confused you look at her pull a card from her pocket, the name of the restaurant and holes punched all throught it except for the message that says ‘come 10 times and get a free meal!’
  • you gwack and momo hands it to the lady from before who asks “do you want another one?” momo just smiles in obvious response
  • and when you two are back on the train to campus,,,,,you practically jump from your skin when momo softly lays her head on your shoulder and falls asleep
  • her mouth open in just the slightest and her hand tightly holding yours,,,,,,
  • you feel even more nervous when you guys are standing together in front of the dorms,,,,,,momo isn’t say anything
  • and you’re so worried you did something wrong that you’re trying to come up with an apology in your head when momo just goes
  • “we should ,,,,,,, do this again”
  • you nod,,,,almost too fast,,,,,,,your excitement makes you embarrassed but momo just seems to find it cute
  • then she takes a step closer and adds “if you ,,,,, want we should also ,,,”
  • her hands come up to hold your face,,, your eyes dart back and forth and you feel your heart spin but you close your eyes 
  • and momo kisses you ever so gently,,,,,,the same sensation of when a snowflake falls on your skin
  • but it makes your whole body tingle because,,,,,she did it,,,,,,she kissed you
  • and oh god you don’t want to do anything else for the rest of your life but kiss hirai momo,,,,,,,,,
  • you say your goodnights and you go home on cloud nine,,,,,,momo falls face first into her bed and jeongyeon is about to tell her to at least take of her shoes first
  • when momo turns her head, smiling and goes “jeongyeon,,,,,,i found someone i like,,,,,,,,,,as much as i like food,,,,,,,,”
  • jeongyeon almost doesn’t believe it LOL
  • the first act of dating momo is you two swipe yourselves into the photography department while holding hands and it’s so c*rny,,,,,,yet sweet
  • well i mean jihyo finds it sweet and nayeon says it’s corny but you know whatever
  • you actually get you and momo matching lanyards to wear for your IDs and you’re too shy to give it to her but when she finds them hanging on the wall of your dorm
  • she grasps them and is like !!!!!!! cute !!!!! 
  • you got one with peaches on it because momo told you that’s what her name means and you didn’t say that either,,,,,,but momo somehow just Knew
  • momo is the comfortable college gf meaning she loves wearing baggy jeans, big t-shirts, uni sweaters, and sneakers
  • but sometimes when she has a dance competition to go to or sana makes her go shopping with her
  • you get to see momo in cute shorts or dresses and wow ok,,,,like i know we established how adorable she is but momo is hot,,,,,,and you’re like oh my,,,,,,,,,,,god and everyone is like “don’t drool” and you’re like excuse me but my gf is killing me????? do you see how good she looks??????
  • but to momo it doesn’t really matter what she wears, she’s fine showing up to get cereal with you in the campus dinning hall at 3 pm in her goofy pajamas like she’ll do it
  • but no matter what she always has that,,,,,strawberry scented shampoo,,,,,and this laid back aura that makes you feel that spinning heart feeling anytime you see her
  • you get to see momo’s photography and she’s pretty good,,,,,she’s definitely more careful with product photography then she is with like taking photos of people
  • see: all her pics of food for her portfolio are amazing, top quality
  • you ask her to take one photo of you and it’s a blurry nightmare
  • matching coffee mugs over matching phone cases
  • she unapologetically eats off your plate if you’re eating,,,,,,like even if you’re just unwrapping some gum she’ll break half the stick off 
  • but you don’t mind,,,,,tbh you start carrying snacks with you because you know momo’s going to eat like half of yours LOL
  • when you first see her dance,,,,,you can’t even believe it’s her,,,,,,,
  • the same girl who just kissed you on the corner of the lips because she missed your mouth because she was still sleepy,,,,,,looks like the most fierce girl on stage
  • you know everyone else in the group is doing good,,,but you can’t look away from momo,,,,,,her impact is TOO strong 
  • and afterword, sweaty and being flocked by people complimenting her - momo finds you in the crowd and sluggishly falls into your arms for a hug
  • “you did amazing, i never knew you were that good!”
  • she rubs her face into your neck and just goes “im hungry,,,,,,”
  • that’s momo as a gf for you; affectionate and hungry aksdlskjg
  • but really,,,being with her is so chill and you get worried because you want to do more for her, take her somewhere fancy or get her something expensive because she means a lot to you
  • but momo is totally fine with cuddling and a movie,,,,,,,,+ three different types of popcorn
  • and she just wants to kiss your face and not get up from the couch 
  • also she never fails to amaze you because you once went to a dog cafe because you thought momo would have fun since she loves animals and cafe snacks
  • and an hour later, with a big dog sitting in her lap momo turns to you with a big smile and goes
  • “im actually allergic to them”
  • you almost yELL because oh GOD WHAT but she’s like not deathly!! she tries to hug the dog again but you’re like um excuse me let me get my gf out of her before she sneezes herself into a coma or something oh god
  • studying with momo consists of you quizzing her on stuff and giving her candy if she gets it right but every once in a while she just pushes the flash cards from your hands and asks to get all mushy instead
  • and you can’t resist her at all
  • jeongyeon is like “you’re wearing momo-colored glasses, all you ever see is her” and you’re like,,,,,,,yep,,,,,you right,,,,,,,,,i love her so much
  • you and momo looooove just laying out in a park after an exhausting week of school and work and everyone else and you guys share headphones and listen to a playlist you made
  • and there’s a song that goes ‘you are my peach, your are my plum’ and everytime it plays momo wiggles closer to you and mumbles that it’s your song,,,,,,,,because she’s your peach,,,,,and you’re her plum and ok is it the cutest thing ever? yeah. yeah it is
  • momo getting you to come to the gym with her and you’re like ,,,,, cant we just be slOBS together and go get some cheetos,,,,,,,
  • but momo is like it’s fun!! and you’re like idgi how can you like exercising but also not moving for 24 hours straight 
  • dahyun: it’s her talent, the duality of les momo
  • you guys eskimo kiss and momo tickles you with the ends of her hair and it’s so damn soft,,,,,,,
  • momo is a horrible texter but it’s ok because she makes up for it by just sending the same heart emoji over and over again and then randomly you’ll get a selfie from her that makes you want to frame it and put it up in the moma she’s so damn gorgeous
  • she’s also the type of girlfriend to point to two cute animals cuddling and be like “us”
  • but also point to french fries stuck together and be like “ U!!S!!!!!” 
  • you catch her dancing to herself and forgetting she’s in a library full of students and just so people stop staring at only her you start trying to dance along with her and ,,,
  • ok you love her so much and momo loves you ok she probably just blankly stares at you for 30 minutes before going “you’re pretty” and then passing out on top of her textbook 
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And then Mae urged Dorian to go on a family vacation while she takes care of everything. As someone who lost her family she knows a true value of it.

And yes, Felix just learned about vallaslin (not everything of course - Vax didn’t have the heart to tell him that yet) and decided to try it on. 

Bonus:

he nailed it

Light Up the Ice - Chapter 1

Summary: Aelin Galathynius has never really been into sports. Yes, she likes to keep in shape, and she works out, but watching people run up and down a field, trying to keep a leather ball away from each other? It’s always seemed a bit childish to her, and decidedly NOT a way for a grown adult to make a living.

Rowan Whitethorn has recently been drafted by the Terresen Staghorns, one of best teams in the EHL (Erilean Hockey League). And since he moved to Terresen from Wendlyn, it’s been hard for him to get more than 30 seconds alone from someone demanding a picture with him. Getting drafted straight out of college wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he’s not complaining. Until he accidentally meets a girl. More specifically, until he accidentally meets his neighbor. She seems to have no idea who he is and for some reason, that’s refreshing. But will she still want to be with him once he shows her the truth?

Author’s Note: Well, friends, here we are! My newest multi-chapter has begun! This is a spinoff of my one-shot Missed Dreams and Lost Sleep which, if you haven’t read, I suggest you read it before you dive into this one! You can find it HERE! I’ve been bouncing this idea off of @tacmc for about a month at this point and I am so excited to share it with you guys! Enjoy!

Originally posted by liddellmadness


Keeping his feet moving was the only thing that kept Rowan Whitethorn from falling asleep on the ice. He harshly tapped his stick on the ice, letting his teammate know he was open for a pass.  The puck glided across the ice to the other side, and he skated around the back of the net, changing his position to where he was supposed to be next.

He danced around the edge of goal, staying out of the way of the goalie and was ready, waiting. He didn’t see the stick of the defensemen in front of him, however, and his skate got tangled up in it.

He hit the ice, shoulder first, taking the other player’s stick with him and groaned. Before he could make a move to get back on his feet, he got hit in the chest with the puck. Hard.

Gasping and resting on his hands and knees, he heard the whistle blow.

“Whitethorn!” He looked up, finding Coach Brello skating through the neutral zone. “Where the hell is your head today?”

He made it back to his feet and winced as he rubbed at his chest through the thick pads. Ress retrieved his stick from the ice by his feet and clapped him on the shoulder.

Everyone knew Brello was fair, but he was harsh when it came to slacking off on the ice, whether that was at practice or during a game.

“Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, coach,” he said, standing to his full height of 6’4. “My building had a false fire alarm and we were all evacuated for most of the night. I’m here, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Let me make sure you can get some sleep tonight.” Almost as one, the entire team turned to glare at him. “Speed backchecks, let’s go! Line up!”

There were quiet grumbles as everyone skated to the other side. Rowan’s line sidled up beside him.

Lorcan, the Terrasen Staghorns’ captain, and Rowan’s left defenseman glared down at him. “Getting real sick of running drills thanks to assholes who can’t do their job at practice.”

Fenrys, his right winger, snorted from Rowan’s other side. “Says the one who caused us to run puck control drills for forty-five minutes last week because you bounced the Valg’s captain’s head off the ice.”

“He deserved it. He was playing dirty.” The sentence was more growl than it was words.

Gavriel, his right d-man, said under his breath, “If you don’t both shut up, coach will have us running a lot more than just backchecks.”

As the whistle blew and Lorcan and Gavriel took off towards the puck at the center of the ice, Fenrys nudged him. “You sure you didn’t finally get some last night?” There was a gleam in his dark eyes. “Didn’t finally sample some of the sweet things Terrasen has to offer?”

He turned away so the fastest forward in the EHL wouldn’t see the blush attempting to creep onto his already flushed face. “No, man, I wasn’t with anyone last night.”

Lie. It was an outright lie, but only because Fenrys was talking about spending some time in the bedroom. He didn’t say anything about the front lawn of his building or the diner down the road.

The whistle blew, alerting them that Lorcan netted the puck. He and Fenrys took off, having to go 2x2 until one of the pairs scored. They hadn’t lined up fairly, and Rowan planned to use that to his advantage. Two forwards against two d-men would typically be pretty evenly matched, but with Fenrys’ speed and Rowan’s puck handling, they would make quick work of their captain and alternate.

Fenrys beat him to the puck – unsurprisingly – and passed it to Rowan as he made to curve behind Gavriel. He chipped it with his stick, sending it around Gavriel, who expected it to skirt in front of his skates. Lorcan anticipated it though and had fallen back, ready for the forward to charge ahead. Fenrys wrapped behind the net and with expert skill, Rowan sent the puck to him and fell back. Lorcan had to decide, keep an eye on Rowan or keep Fenrys from netting the puck.

He chose wrong.

Turning to press Fenrys, the puck slid to Rowan’s waiting stick. Rearing back, with a crack that filled the empty arena, he sent the puck flying towards the goal. It caught in the netting and the goal horn blew.

“Looks like Mr. Whitethorn finally decided to show up for practice,” Brello hollered from the box where he and the assistant coach were manning the horn controls. He glanced at his watch. “Next line, reset the puck and go. They completed the full drill in less than 50 seconds. If you cross a minute, you’ll be running drive drills until my wife gets home from work.”

The entire team knew that Brello wasn’t married.

Skating over to the benches, the first line grabbed their bottles. Rather than drinking his, Rowan sprayed the water over his face and neck, shaking his silver hair out.

“Good misdirect, Rowan,” Gavriel, said, one leg swung over the wall separating the ice from the bench.

As he nodded his thanks, Lorcan said, “Use that against Red Desert tomorrow night and they’ll have no idea what direction you’re coming from.”

The rest of practice flew by. Rowan tried to keep his mind on the game, on practice, but his mind kept drifting back to last night. Back to the laughs that he’d shared with her; to the 24-hour diner she’d shown him down the street; to when he’d stood outside her door this morning and asked if he could call her and she’d said no, temporarily causing him to think back through the whole night. Had he been that far off on how she’d been looking at him? When she’d said he could just knock on her door and then shut said door in his face, a devilish smirk on those lips, he couldn’t do anything but stare. And then smiled as he headed to his own door down the hall.

Pulling his phone out of his bag, he saw it was just after 5:30. People with real world jobs would just be getting off work now, so maybe he could catch her just as she was getting home. Maybe they could grab dinner. As he sat down in the locker room to take off his skates, that plan went out the window.

“Kennedy brothers, Whitethorn, Bourne.” He glanced up to see Brello holding a clipboard. He suppressed a groan. “I want you clocking another 3 hours in the gym tonight. Do it here, do it at home. Hell, do it at Planet Fitness for all I care. But I want at least an hour of cardio, an hour of free weights and an hour of bands. The rest of you rest up. I’ll see you at 10:30 for pre-game ice time tomorrow.”

Knowing that Bourne lived in a fancy high-rise with a gym and the Kennedy boys had a gym at home, Rowan elected to use the facilities gym. It wasn’t often he could work out in solitude. His morning run was the closest he got, but only because he was up before the rest of the city was.

Since he’d been drafted by the Terrasen Staghorns, it had been nearly impossible for him to get more than 30 seconds alone before someone noticed him, but so was the life of a professional hockey player in the Erilean Hockey League.

Coming from Wendlyn, he knew nobody here, yet everyone seemed to know him. Luckily, a few of his teammates – specifically, his new line –  hailed from the same lands, and he’d gotten in tight with them. They were now a force to be reckoned with, a perfect line of offense and defense and it was almost as if they had one thought process running throughout them.

That’s one reason that the girl from last night had been stuck on his mind. She looked at him like he was just a normal person, not a professional athlete. He wasn’t sure if she was very good at ignoring the obvious or if she genuinely didn’t know who he was.

Stripping out of his pads and putting on an old shirt from his days at the University of Doranelle, he tied the laces on his shoes and made his way to the gym. Might as well get this over with if he had any hope of seeing her again tonight.


Pulling the door open to her coffee shop, Aelin attempted to fight off a yawn. The little bell tied to the knob jingled, alerting Lysandra that there was someone coming in.

“Goooooood morning, boss, slash best friend, slash person who I love more than anyone else on this planet.” The dark-haired vixen called from behind the counter.

“Hey,” came a male voice from beside the door; Aelin’s cousin, Aedion.

She pointed a wet rag from where she’d been wiping down the counters in his direction. “Hush up. You don’t make my schedule.”

Aelin looked from her cousin back to her best friend, yawned, and said, “Somebody is obviously about to ask for another day off.”

“Blame him!” Lysandra said, pointing to Aedion, who immediately set his cup down and held his hands up in the universal gesture for I didn’t do anything. “He got tickets to the hockey game tomorrow night and wants me to go with him.”

Aelin fought the urge to roll her eyes and headed behind the counter. Lysandra handed her a cup of black coffee and she walked towards her office, sipping the sweet nectar as she unlocked the door. “I just don’t understand why you’d want to pay to watch a bunch of grown men play a child’s game.”

Aedion had stood and followed her into the back office Aelin used as her base of operations. He dropped a few envelopes on her desk and Aelin immediately began to open them, yawning again. Bills, ads, and teenage resumes; the usual mail she received. “Children don’t beat the shit out of each other when they play,” he said. “These guys do. It’s awesome.”

“Ooh.” The sarcasm lacing Aelin’s tone as she threw the sales flyers in the trash was evident.

“Come on, Aes,” he said, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. “My boss gave them to me because he can’t go. I really think Lys would have fun. Please?”

Turquoise and gold eyes met across the desk. Looking at her cousin, his bottom lip jutted out like a petulant child, she rolled her eyes. “Of course, I’ll let her have the night off. I’ll just cover the barista shift tomorrow night. It’s not a big deal.”

Aedion jumped up and ran around the desk, planting a loud kiss on his cousin’s cheek. Aelin pushed him away as she fought off another yawn.

“Okay, that’s the fourth time you’ve yawned since you stepped foot in the door,” Lysandra said, leaning on the frame of the doorway separating the office from the front of the Staghorn Café. “What’s up?”

Aedion turned and looked her up and down. “You didn’t finally get laid, did you?”

“Ugh, Aedion,” Aelin groaned. “You’re practically my brother. You don’t get to ask things like that.”

“Yeah, Aedion,” Lysandra said, smacking him on the shoulder and plopping into the seat he had just vacated. “But I’m the best friend, so I do. Who’s the lucky guy?”

Letting her head fall into her hands, she said, “I did not finally get laid.” She put emphasis on finally since so were they. It had only been 3 months since she and Chaol decided they just didn’t work as a couple. They were actually great friends now, his current girlfriend working as Aelin’s baker, filling her shop with the delicious scents of freshly baked bread and pastries. She and Nesryn got along surprisingly well, considering the awkward way they knew each other.

“The fire alarm got pulled in the building at, like, three this morning. I had to sit on the front lawn until the sun rose and they cleared the building for us to go back in. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“So there wasn’t a guy involved?” Aedion asked, and the tips of Aelin’s ears involuntarily turned pink as she thought about him.

Lysandra squealed and shoved Aedion out the door. “Man the counter, babe.” She slammed the door in his face and sat back in front of the desk, her green eyes huge as she waited for Aelin to fill her in. A muffled “I don’t even work here!” could be heard through the door. Lysandra sat, waiting.

Aelin couldn’t stop the smile that broke across her face, causing Lysandra to squeal again. “It was him, wasn’t it? Your neighbor?”

“Rowan,” was all Aelin said, and Lysandra cried, “You got his name?!”

So Aelin gave her the quick recap of the night, from waking up to the alarm screeching to turning around and seeing Rowan in nothing but boxer-briefs, to watching the sunrise and grabbing breakfast from Emrys’ Diner down the block. By the time Aelin finished, she could tell Lysandra was already trying to decide what kind of dress she should wear as the maid-of-honor in their wedding. Her green eyes were wide and she asked, “What’s his last name?”

Aelin opened her mouth and then closed it. Somehow, she hadn’t gotten it last night. They’d mostly talked about trivial things; movies they liked, their favorite breakfast foods, the path Aelin normally took when she was running.

“I’m not sure,” Aelin said honestly.

“You have to find out! What if it’s like “Johnson” or “Peters” or,” she gasped. “Cox?”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin pointed towards the door. “Out. You can have tomorrow night off. Enjoy watching the man-children ‘beat the shit out of each other’,” she said, quoting Aedion.

Blowing a kiss across the desk, Lysandra jumped up and ran back out front.

Yawning, Aelin took another long drag of her coffee.

She was exhausted. She hadn’t gotten to run this morning or take a shower or even start her laundry from the night before. But it was worth it.

Glancing at the time on her computer, she saw it was 11:45 in the morning. She wouldn’t be home until nearly 10:00 that night. Hopefully, he wouldn’t stop by when she wasn’t home. Hopefully, if he did, he wouldn’t take her lack of answer as a lack of interest.

Hopefully, she’d be seeing him again tonight.


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Shit Hurts Too Bad- Part Two

Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: angst, swearing
Summary: part two of Shit Hurts Too Bad 
A/N: Part three? LMK! 

“Is that what (Y/N) did to you?” Dustin questioned, “Break your heart?” 

Leave, you urged yourself to go, but your feet stayed frozen. Eyes fixated on the scene unraveling in front of you, you couldn’t quite tear yourself away. These were the answers to all the questions you’d been beating yourself up about for the past few weeks, and that alone forced you to stay.

Steve took a breath, he actually looked pained to talk about you, “What happened with (Y/N) and me wasn’t her fault, Dustin I’m telling you, man, that’s different.” 

“How? You never go into details, dude.” Dustin egged him on, and Steve just sighed, “Alright, fine. You get the short version, and then you’re going back out on that dance floor,” 

Dustin nodded, and Steve continued, “The first thing you have to know about (Y/N) is that she doesn’t open up easy. And before you ask I’m not telling you why cause you’re way too young for that shit. Anyway, remember when things were bad? Like, really bad? And that demidog almost tore her to pieces?”

It was true, you still had the scars on your arm to prove it.

 “After that she that she was so, uh, scared by all the shit that she closed everyone off. Including me. But it wasn’t her fault, Dustin, it was just the only way she knew how to deal……” His voice trailed off, and he forced himself back to the present with a jolt of his head, “So, yeah, it’s totally different from whatever chick you’re talking about.”  

That was pretty much what had happened, even though Steve downplayed it for Dustin a little bit. The two of you had started out being each other’s anchors, but then everything had changed. The tracks had gotten deeper and the demogorgon problem had gotten 10x worse- that was when you’d shut him out.  

It had been pretty bad, actually. You’d entered this strange limbo of not caring, and caring too, much for months. Steve was the only one, besides your brother of course, who you were truly terrified of losing. It was completely selfish, but you were so scared of feeling empty you didn’t let yourself feel anything at all. For anyone, not even the love of your life. The way you’d seen it was this: if you didn’t give a shit about any of the people around you, then it wouldn’t hurt as bad when they got ripped to pieces. 

The most fucked up part was that it had actually worked, kind of. You still got nightmares every night, had been a ghost for the past few weeks, and missed Steve more than you ever thought it possible to miss someone. But, you knew it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. 

Steve put his hands to his hips, but Dustin just stared at him through wide eyes, “You’re still totally in love with her,” 

“Shutup, shit-for-brains.” He shook his head, and started ushering Dustin back to the gym, “You’re missing the whole dance.” 

In the moment, you were so wrapped up in what was happening in front of you, you forgot about chaperoning duty. And the moms micromanaging it who would have definitely noticed your absence, “(Y/N)?” 

You whirled around, spotting Mrs. Fitzgerald standing behind you with her arms folded across her chest, “Honey we’ve been looking for you for the past 25 minutes, these doors aren’t going to hold open themselves!” 

Had it really been that long? You heard Dustin and Steve turn at the sudden noise, and you knew they’d spotted you, could this night get any worse? After a split second decision, you decided things would be better if you just left. So, you turned to the woman, still glaring at you through heavily coated lashes, and took off back down the hall, “Um, super sorry, Mrs. Fitzgerald! I’m going back now!!”  

The rest of the night was spent wondering what the hell you were going to do next? Would the two of you talk? Or would this just make him hate you more….. if he even hated you at all. Everything was so god damn confusing.  

Around 11:30, when the dance was finally ending, all you wanted to do was go home. You’d spent hours in this too-tight dress holding doors open for snot nosed middle schoolers and your feet hurt. On top of all of that, Steve now thought you were some kind of crazy stalker lady. So, it was safe to say you needed a god damn nap. 

But, just as you had gotten your coat on and shuffled out the school’s door, there was Steve, waiting for you with his arms crossed in the freezing cold. 


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