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Yoo Youngjae’s Birthday Countdown - Day 7

G is for Glasses

Crying now because I finally put on my big girl panties and asked my dad why he voted for Donald Trump

I wanted confirmation that maybe, just maybe he voted for him because he liked his tax policies, and not because my dad has similar morals— his answer was worse than I could imagine.

“Where is the proof?” He yells at me when I tell him that Donald Trump is a racist, a sexist, a homophobic, a liar, a bigot. “The media has been twisting all of his words!” He yells at me when I provide him direct quotes from Donald Trump’s mouth.

“He has plenty of Mexicans who work for him!” He yells when I tell him that he generalized Mexicans as rapists in a speech, called Alicia Machado “Miss Housekeeping,” and wants to build a wall to keep immigrants out.

“Where did you get such ridiculous information?” He yells when I tell him that the KKK supports Trump, and that former KKK leader David Duke tweeted on election night, “This is one of the most exciting nights of my life -> make no mistake about it, our people have played a HUGE role in electing Trump!”

“Who says he’s against gay people?” He yells when I point out that Trump said he “has always been” against same sex marriage and that his Vice President wants to fund conversion therapy for queer children.

“He’s not against black people!” He yells when I tell him that Trump said that laziness is an inherent trait in black people, and justified the attack on an African American protestor at one of his rallies.

“Video footage can be edited!” He yells, after every proof I offered him above.

I couldn’t even get to the topic of Trump’s rape trials, or the way he treats women, or global warming, because I realized that I would never get through to him— you can’t have a discussion with an ignorant person, and my dad proved himself the most ignorant person I know. To be that adamantly blind might be more terrifying than actually sharing Trump’s morals. I don’t know. I feel like I’m stuck in a reality show where Gordon Ramsey is trying to tell a bad chef on Kitchen Nightmares that her food is bad, and the staff knows the food is bad, and the customers know the food is bad, the whole town knows the food is bad, except for the delusional chef who insists her dish is delicious.

I really, really thought that if I talked to him in a calm, patient, rational manner, I could have a mature conversation with him about my concerns. He started yelling the second I finished my question, and continued to yell at me about Hillary’s evil ways even as I walked down the hall to my room and shut my door.

Dread hit me the second Trump was elected, but it’s doubled now that I know that there are people, my dad included, that honestly believe that Trump’s monstrosity is all a hoax.

Types of people I know (by INTP)

I’m not so social to know all 16 types. Still some of the types I know don’t entirely match the stereotypes, so I wanted to show that, too.

- nerdy jokes
- writes actually cool poems and posts them everywhere
- doesn’t mind listening to you babbling about your problems
- wants to help
- gives you awesome presents you didn’t ask for, somehow knows what you’ll like.

- honestly, I can’t stand them, so it’s not 100% even-handed description
- they have their cool moments and jokes,
- can listen to you but after 2 mins they are bored and check their phones
- selfie queens and kings
- always dating someone/breaking up
- great cooks, really great.
- Mood Changing Championship winners
- they can’t handle criticism and try to explain why is something bad/wrong instead of making it better.

- queen of nerds and memes
- will watch her favourite show 7th time just to watch it with you
- throws jokes at you while you’re on the ground, laughing.
- can’t into emotions
- easily stressed, runs away from responsibilities

- precious buns, must be protected
- overuse stickers on fb messenger (not that I mind)
- stubborn as hell
- remember about you after a long time
- try to help, they actually care about you

(not sure if I typed him well)
- witty jokes or dirty ones
- center of attention
- breaks rules on daily basis
- made a birthday gift map like in Indiana Jones
- sensitive, has many insecurities
- fast mood changes

- depression is his second name
- sensitive as hell, takes everything seriously
- talented artist
- knowledge is power
- many hobbies, practice makes perfect.

- actually has a plan for the whole week
- like, seriously, planned dinners and work during specific hours
- sticking to this plan is a different thing, but usually works more or less
- daddy jokes 24/7
- man in womans clothes (lol jk clothes are also manly)
- secretly a nerd, loves airsoft and swords and epic battles

- happy cinnamon rolls
- creative and talented perfectionists
- always happy, unless they have a really good reason not to be happy
- walking chaos but somehow manage to make a living
- 10000 ideas a day, most of them actually come to life
- spontaneous social activities
- make friends in 10 seconds

- born leader, but doesn’t throw orders everywhere
- try their best. Always. Is sad when something goes wrong, even when it’s not their fault.
- awesome music taste, they explore different genres
- does everything with 100% accuracy, talented.
- 4chan king

- try to help you using logical arguments,
- understand their feelings and handle them quite well
- constructive criticism
- joke usually by using funny analogies. Or throw puns at you.
- the “start talking about feathered lizards, end with tusken raiders sex” squad
- medically explains how to make a giant cyclop with one surgery and hormones

 (I didn’t check if it’s 100% his type but it suits him best)
- says stuff which is basically translated into “I’m brilliant!”
- Actually is clever
- does research on professors for the sake of it, finds really cool stuff
- finds memes and ridiculously funny youtube videos, sends them to you
- whispers to your ear their conspiracy theories right in the wolf’s den

- perfect perfectionist perfection
- creative descendant of a female dog, (I’m jealous 24/7)
- talks in binary, can’t into feelings
- helps everyone with hard school stuff
- actually cute and shy, hides it well
- asks me for relationship advice, poor thing

- my clone, huge nerd
- remembers tiny lil’ facts from books, doesn’t remember to eat
- can’t into feelings (and actually tries to date INTJ)
- memes, puns and spontaneous chaos making machine
- also in the “start talking about feathered lizards, end with tusken raiders sex” and “Lol poke it with a stick and see what happens” squad
- has awesome ideas, giving them life is another thing
me: “I need to explain the existence of a portal in my book”
her: “Throw an asteroid at Earth. A magical one”
me: *seriously wtf**after a while* “Oi that actually can work!”


so basically whilst me and @cosmic-clara / @put-in-writing were catching up, we somehow started talking about how much we adored watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos and that escalated into an hour long conversation about how modern!peter is a SLUT for conspiracy theories/ghost/aliens/and pretty much EVERYTHING SUPERNATURAL RELATED! so without further ado, here’s some headcanons from me and clara!

(aka, the one where peter is like mulder and his s/o is like scully)

  • peter has always been super interested in supernatural stuff because “IT’S SO FUCKING COOL BABE”
    • but his obsession really started when you guys were procrastinating and started watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos
    • he 100% can and will sit and watch all of them in one sitting
      • and he always low key freaks out because “THIS SOUNDS SO FUCKING LEGIT BABE”
        •  “I KNOW THE ILLUMINATI AREN’T REAL BUT LIKE….. what if they can hear me say that….” “peter oh my god”
      • some nights he’ll poke you until you’re awake and be like “so…. do you think that the clintons are apart of the illuminati and are shapeshifting lizard people? it sounds plausible” “GO TO SLEEP PETER” “but i kNOW THEY ARE” and then he proceeds to delve into a deep theory and you’re just about to lose your shit
        • (he’s tried to get charles to look into the clintons minds to see if he can ‘read’ their lizard thoughts)
        • (charles has lost count how many times he’s asked)
  • he ALWAYS nonchalantly will be like “wow i can’t believe we ACTUALLY didn’t land on the moon”
    • kurt is literally SHOOK when he hears that
    • everyone has to stop peter from explaining to kurt a theory that will last four hours
  • peter almost cried when charles told him that JFK was a mutant
  • when he’s sick he’s always like “i can’t take medicine, it’s a ploy by the government to control our minds-” “peter just take the fucking advil or i won’t suck your dick”
  • one of his favorite cases is the zodiac killer!!
    • (his favorite meme is 100% that ted cruz is the zodiac killer. it’s confirmed that peter made posters with ted cruz’s face next to the police sketch and hung them around school)
    • he’ll take you to the crime scenes to look for clues because he’s 100% convinced that the zodiac is still out there
      • if it’s dark and he hears a noise he’ll dash out of there and back to the car LEAVING YOU THERE
  • a lot of your dates consist of UFO hunting!
    • you take a picnic basket, loads of blankets, and take a truck out to a remote field where he’s researched to be a UFO hotspot and you guys sit out there with binoculars
      • he takes a picture of you wrapped in blankets and looking up at the stars with binoculars and captions it “UFO hunting with my lady. #BEAMUSUP”
    • you bought him that iconic ‘i want to believe’ poster and he almost cried from happiness
    • you guys have gone as mulder and scully for halloween multiple times!!
  • another favorite show of his is supernatural! (”i only like the first three seasons though, there’s way more monsters!”)
    • he has a little journal in which while he’s watching, he’ll take notes “just in case” (there are a lot of little doodles in there, too!)
    • one day while you’re cleaning your room you find salt on the windowsill, and you sigh
      • your first thought is “peter u fucking trash can” but then you realize it’s kiNDA SWEET? because he just wants to make sure you’re safe 100% of the time
      • he also buys you deans amulet one year for your birthday because he again, wants you safe all the time
        • when you kiss him and thank you warren says “that’s not the only protection she’ll need tonight ;–)”
    • peter has dozens of the temporary demon protection tattoos from the show!
    • one time you walk in to your room and he’s mumbling something in latin and you’re like “damn peter back at it again with the freaky ghost shit” SO WHEN YOU ASK HIM WHAT HE’S DOING HE’S JUST LIKE “it’s a protection spell!”
  • peter is a huge slut for that cheesy ghost adventures show, omfg
    • his favorite episode is this one

    • you actually enjoy this one a lot because its HILARIOUS
    • he would totally act like that around ghosts, omfg
      • he’d here a noise and fucking BOLT
  • peter get’s really into ghosts after he takes a picture of you in the mansion one day, and there’s multiple little orbs behind your shoulder
    • that’s the start of his obsession with finding the ghost in the mansion
      • “peter it’s a camera flare omfg” “….that’s what it wants us to think…..”
    • you buy him a cheap ghost detector for his birthday one year as a joke, but he actually get’s SUPER excited
      • he uses it everyday, tbh!
      • he walks around the halls with it and JFC does the beeping get annoying
      • one time at like four a.m. it went off and peter freaks out because it’s not the usual beeping, it’s like erratic beeping
        • “BABE THE GHOST IS HERE OH MY GOD” “peter it probably just needs new batteries” “but bABE” “go to sleep before i start screaming”
      • charles has to confront him one day because “you’re scaring the younger students”
        • “you know what should scare them more? GHOSTS, you should be thanking me that i’m patrolling” “peter, that is a childs toy.”
    • he really is protective of the boys because he relates to them hella, especially when they get bullied
    • so you just let him cuddle into you as you watch!!
      • (he asked hank to make him ghost hunting weapons like in ghostbusters)
      • (hank said no)
    • he bought you one and threw at you and said “PUT IT ON BABE WE’RE GOING GHOST HUNTING”
      • (you’re both low key attracted to each other in the costumes)
    • one day while you’re in the hallway you see peter bolt by in his ghostbusters costume and you’re just like “peter, back at it again” but then you see 10 little boys in ghostbusters costumes chasing after him!!
      • they all make little cardboard ghost detectors so they can follow peter around with them
        • (it’s low key bc peter didn’t want them to mess with actual ghosts shh)
          • charles wants to call him out on it but the kids are so happy with him 
          • so he lets it happen
      • one night you go to your shared room only to find peter surrounded by the boys with a light under his chin, telling scary stories
        • peter gave you the happiest little grin you almost DIED inside
        • you see the way peter makes them all giggle and laugh and that’s just a reminder of why you love him
    • somewhere along the way the little girls made you the leader of their female ghostbusters squad!
      • you and the girls are always in a prank war with the boys!
    • one day you and peter set up a game where The Squad put sheets over their heads and whoever catches the most ‘ghosts’ wins!
      • if you catch Kurt you win (bc he’s a teleporter!) he’s pretty much the golden snitch of the game
      • there’s a lot of laughs and pranks and it’s such a good time!!
      • the boys try to prank the girls in the middle of the night but jokes on them because the girls found out and got them while they were trying to prank them
    • peter’s favorite halloween meme is the fucking skeleton war
      • he hides a bunch of plastic skeletons around the mansion dressed up in weird costumes
        • “PETER WHY IS THERE A SKELETON WITH A PLASTIC SWORD IN MY BATHROOM” “the skeleton war…… it’s coming…….” “i hate you so much”
        • the whole school loves this fucking meme
          • there’s a sudden influx of plastic weapons and charles is like “what the fuck” when he confronts the kids, but they’re just like “THE SKELETON WAR PROFESSOR, IT’S COMING”
          • this is pretty much what it’s like living with peter during this
    • one of his favorite halloween things to do is a stupid fucking ouija board
      • he gets the squad to try it one night and this is how it goes
    • peter asked it one time if it was a friendly ghost, and when it moved to ‘no’ everyone lost their shit
      • somewhere along the way the board got tossed and you all freak out because you were supposed to say ‘goodbye’ and you didn’t
      • you all don’t sleep for a week
    • he also LOVES hitting up haunted houses!!
  • one time while you guys were having sex he thought of a new theory to the Bermuda triangle conspiracy and he literally got up to write it down
      • “I CAN’T FORGET IT BABE IM SORRY” “you do it one more time we’re stopping and going to sleep” 
      • he does it again so you roll over and he’s like “I’M SORRY PLEASE PLEASE”
      • “nothing makes me drier than you bringing up aliens peter goodnight”
        • when you tell the squad all the boys roast him for it
        • “you can all thank me when the truth comes out bye”
  • when you guys watch scary movies he’s always pointing out the details
    • “that’s signs of a poltergeist not a demon smh”
      • after peter bugged charles to get a priest, he has the damn audacity to make a daddy joke
      • and if peter ever tried to excerise a demon by himself it’d be like that scene from this is the end
        • you would be the one saying “that’s you’re fucking plan?! you’re gonna repeat lines from The Exorcist?!” “well i would assume they did their fuckin research!” “iT’S A MOVIE” “IT’S A MANUAL, A FUCKIN MANUAL”
  • one summer you guys hit up every UFO hotspot, roswell, area 51, and the most haunted locations in america (and you maybe even go international!)
    • one time though you guys got fucking arrested for climbing into a restricted area
      • charles sent alex to bail you guys out
        • “why the fuck would you try to break into area 51 jfc i don’t get paid enough for this shit
          • (exasperated dad!alex summers is real af)
  • another time peter wanted to go hunt for bigfoot so he took you up to oregon to go camping
    • so you told scott and he bought a bigfoot costume and followed you guys without peter knowing
    • when you guys are making a fire you tell scott to make some ruckus so when the noise of a twig breaking peter nearly loses his shit
    • he grabs his camera and drags you into the woods and tHERE IS SCOTT IS HIS SHITTY COSTUME AND PETER NEARLY CRIES FROM HAPPINESS
      • when you guys get back peter is showing off his pictures with excitement and it makes your heart melt a little because he’s so happy, so you and scott decide to keep it a secret
        • but scott let it slip one day!!! :(((
        • so you took peter again
          • but this time when there was something spooky in the woods he was like “lmao okay scott come on” and you’re like panicking because “IT’S NOT SCOTT PETER OHMY OG”
          • long story short you come home with blurry pictures of something that looks A LOT like bigfoot
  • even though you’re a skeptic and he’s a believer, you still love your big nerd of a boyfriend and will always come with him to his ghost adventures and UFO hunting
  • his argument is always “babe, if mutants can exist, so can the supernatural!
  • bye i love peter and his huge dorky supernatural loving ass

Cassandra: Gasps in shock, and just stares for a few moments, unable to respond– she doesn’t know how. Finally, she squeaks out “Are you certain?” to which the Inquisitor just smiles and nods. Cassandra soon smiles back and congratulates the Inquisitor. She’s certain that their child will be wonderful, and she looks forward to having any part in their life. If Romanced: Cassandra hears that she’s pregnant, and just stops short. Never, not once, did she ever seriously think she’d be a mother, but now… now she doesn’t know how to feel. But when her lover hugs her and mentions what a happy family they’ll be, she smiles. Everything will be fine. It doesn’t stop her from punching her lover in the arm, though. She’s going to have to give up fighting and sparring for nine months or more.

Blackwall: Grins and congratulates the Inquisitor. “You’ll be a great parent.” With that, he sets to work on building a crib, toys, you name it. He swells with pride at the thought that his friend’s child will be swaddled in the crib soon enough, and he’ll be an uncle of sorts. If Romanced: “I… I’m going to be a…” He almost faints at the news. Joy and terror come to him in equal measure. He’s not certain he’s worthy of being a father, but as his lover embraces him, he relaxes a little for the moment. He’d do his best, and he’d be damned if any harm came to his child or his lover. Over the next few months, the baby’s room slowly fills with a crib, toys upon more toys, like a rocking horse and painted blocks and a shelf for children’s books, anything he can think of.

Iron Bull: He congratulates the Inquisitor cheerfully, and is about to buy a drink for them when he realizes he can’t do that while they’re pregnant. Then he feels bad for them a bit. “This is great for you, Boss, but it also sucks. You’re puking and you can’t drink. Or fight. Oh, man, that sucks.” He’s happy for the Inquisitor, still. If Romanced: He doesn’t know how to respond right away. He just pulls his lover closer, stroking their back, and staring forward for a few moments in silence. There’s no such thing as fathers under the Qun. But he wasn’t under the Qun anymore, and he certainly never saw this coming. Finally, he just kisses his partner, rubbing a hand over their belly gently. He’d try his best, for his new Charger on the way. He tells the Chargers, who shout and cheer in utter delight. Krem, soon to be an uncle, begins sewing so many stuffed animals for the little one.

Sera: She’s excited; “I’m gonna be an aunt!” she cries cheerfully. She starts bringing the Herald all sorts of treats like cookies and baked goods, which only get better in quality as she practices. She’s also first to volunteer to make weird foods when the cravings start, and she often likes to feel the Herald’s belly once activity can be felt. She calls the little one, even before they’re born, “the little Jenny.” If Romanced: They wanted children, but no orphanage would adopt out to an elf and her wife, who was possibly of a different race than Sera. They’re both quite downcast until Dagna offers an experimental solution, and soon thereafter a number of potions and spells and sex, the Herald is pregnant. Sera doesn’t know how or why it worked– she never cared much for magical rubbish– but she’s thrilled, and she spends most of her time afterwards spoiling and fawning over her wife and unborn child. “We’re gonna be mums!” she cries cheerfully, again and again and again.

Varric: He’s happy for the Inquisitor, and he congratulates them. He wryly mentions that he’ll have to start writing children’s books. The Herald initially thinks he’s joking, but within a few months, children’s books penned by Varric Tethras hit the market, and free copies are sent to the Inquisitor. They’re dedicated to their child, and the books are a hit.

Knew before someone told him. “Tearing, shaking, so sick, but bubbling, excited, alive. You are happy and nauseous. I want to help.” He helps the rest of the pregnancy by getting the Herald pillows and treats and encourages them to rest and eat properly. He also alerts the healers whenever anything happens. The Inquisitor has a remarkably smooth pregnancy, in part due to his fussing.

Dorian: “Does this mean I get to be an uncle?” he asks cheerfully, teasingly. He’s thrilled when the Inquisitor laughs and says yes, and joy bubbles in him as he congratulates his best friend. He begins looking up spells to aid with nausea and back pain, though many of his thoughts are pulled to what he’s going to do with his niece/nephew when they’re born. He has so much to teach them– he wants to be the cool uncle. When they’re actually born and he meets the little one, he almost starts crying. He has nothing but so much love for the little one. If Romanced: He’s surprised when his lover comes back with a baby in his arms, sheepishly stating that someone left the baby on Skyhold’s door. Dorian is uncertain of himself at first, but he takes to reading with his child in his lap, and quickly finds himself completely attached to the little one. More than once, he and the baby fall asleep in the rocking chair, a book dropped in his lap.

Vivienne: She smiles, congratulates the Inquisitor, and gets to work. She helps Josephine plan the baby shower, arranges for the best healer who deals with childbirth to arrive to work with the Inquisitor, and makes plans to take the Inquisitor to Orlais to get some maternity gowns and clothes for the baby, and then to a spa visit in Halamshiral. She also orders a large amount of ginger tea for the Inquisitor to drink, for it aids with nausea, and will limit incidents of running off to throw up around guests. When the baby is born, she fawns over them, dubbing herself “the favorite aunt.”

Solas: He’s surprised, but he wishes the Inquisitor the best, and begins offering remedies for ills like nausea and muscle pain. If the Inquisitor is an elf, he writes up a number of old elven stories suitable for children. Otherwise, he feels a tinge of guilt for what’s to come. If Romanced: He finds out just before Corypheus is defeated, and never before has he ever been this torn in his life. He both does and doesn’t want to forsake what he feels is his duty to the elvhen people, but desperately, he wants to get back with his lover, forget everything, live in bliss with his to-be wife and child. He is actually unable to respond at first, and the all of others begin hounding him relentlessly to get back together with the Inquisitor and marry her. Sera even threatens at arrowpoint not to fuck this up. He wants to, so much. He may crack.

Cullen: Doesn’t really know how to respond, but he manages to sputter out congratulations and smiles at them– a little light in the darkness. He doubles security around the Herald, much to their exasperation. If Romanced: His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words. His heart is fluttering, both from fear and excitement. He’s not sure if he’s worthy of being a father, but the Inquisitor hugs him, and he holds his wife. He realizes that, in spite of his worries, this is the happiest he’s ever been in his life. For once, everything was going right. He spends every moment that isn’t working trying to fuss over her, and he writes Mia for advice. He wants to do everything he can right, and when his child is born, he’s left a little shocked that here he was, married, loved, safe, with a child of his own to adore. He has no words, and never thought his life would get this much better.

Leliana: Knew before the Inquisitor told her, via her agents, and she surreptitiously has more agents follow the Herald around to ensure that they are safe and healthy. When the baby is born, she acts nothing like the stern, scary self she has become known for. She loves the child, and spoils them constantly. She likes to sing to the little one, and one night, when the child won’t sleep, she comes and sings a lullaby. The child quickly settles back to sleep, and she quietly tucks them in, much to the parents’ shocked surprise that she got the baby to calm so quickly.

Josephine: Jumps right into planning a baby shower, and other business. She scours the Orlesian catalogs for everything the baby needs, and only gets them the best, and nothing but the best. Everyone would see that the child of the Herald would be as praised and rejoiced as the Inquisitor themselves. When the baby is born, she’s at a loss at first as she coos over the little one. If Romanced: She’s overwhelmed when she finds out she’s pregnant. There’s so much to do, and it takes a lot of effort on her beloved’s part to get her to relax and take care of herself. She frets over everything– clothes, tutors, food, she wants her child to have the best of everything. She’s excited, so excited, but so distracted by a million thoughts and concerns. When she has the baby, she finds herself often gently singing Antivan lullabies, her child in her arms, as she relaxes with her lover.

Delicate Part 5/9

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name, Y/S - Your Astrological Sign

A/N: Reader is brilliantly smart but has spent her life being exploited by anyone who finds out about it. She is recruited by Fury to come to the Avengers facility, but it may not be for the reason she thinks.

Not going to lie, I listened to the song Delicate by Damien Rice about a million times while writing this. Also the trailer for Gifted not only left me an emotional mess it also seems to have seeped it’s way a little into this story.

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Weak- Cassian Andor (Part Two)

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC


A/N: This literally took me hours, lol. I’m not even ashamed, I just hope it turned out aright since I’m not normally a smut writer. Also– ft. alternate ending for Rogue One but fair warning, it’s still mildly depressing. It’s not fluff, it’s not angst…it’s like…flangst. I’m also a huge hopeless, romantic sap. Okay I’m done waffling now. #fixitfic2k17


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Cassian’s grip was tight around my shoulders as we watched the world around us fade away. Fear clutched my heart in a cold, iron grip, making it feel as if my blood had turned to ice. The three of us exchanged worried looks, Cass slung in-between Jyn and I, too weak to stand on his own. Hopelessness began to replace the triumph I had felt only moments before, until I heard the sweet sound of a ship engine. I craned my neck and heard a relieved laugh escape Jyn as a rebel fighter ship lowered itself onto the beach and hovered over the sand. Inside, several rebel fighters were watching frantically at us and I knew we had maybe seconds before Scarif was gone.

Cassian grunted in pain as I helped him climb into the ship, two other pairs of hands reaching from inside to pull him him. Jyn and I followed, hopping in just as the pilot began to pull away from the beach. My entire body ached with exhaustion, but it was nothing compared to the state of my heart as I looked around the ship and saw no other familiar face. I tugged on the sleeve of the nearest rebel fighter. He leaned toward me, turning his head to hear my voice over the road of the engines.

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The monster was huge, larger than anything J.J. had ever faced.  It was impossible to beat on a good day, but J.J. was—he’d made a deal.  All he wanted to do was prove he was worthy of being a god.  He accepted challenge after challenge from the other gods—anything from delivering a tempting box to herding monster sheep—and passed each test with flying colors.  Everyone was excited to include him in the pantheon.

There was only one hold out.  Victor, the god of the dead and king of the underworld, hated J.J. for some indiscernible reason.  He’d given three tests already, while the other gods had all stopped at one. Frustrated with his stubbornness, the other gods granted him one final test, after which he would be forced to accept the results, whatever they may be.

Of course, Victor wasn’t one to limit himself to fair play.  Yuri had been working with Victor and his husband for years after an ill-fated romance left him heartbroken and without the rights to his own soul.  Mostly his work involved gathering information or speaking to people who were about to die at the wrong time.

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I deserve better || Theo (xStiles) Imagine

Request:Could you write something where the reader is madly in love with stiles but he tells her he’s in love with lydia. So the reader is heartbroken and keeps her distance from the pack and goes kind of dark with theo? c:

word count:2298

A/N:I really liked the request and I hope you enjoy it!It took me like five hours to write this but I feel like the ending is not the best.. let me know what you think and if you want a second part!

part two


You loved him.You always loved Stiles. From the day that you started at Beacon Hills High until now. The first time you saw him, there was just something about him that was so attractive to you. Over the years you two got to know each other very well and became very close friends. The closer you two got the more you fell for him . Every cell of your body wanted this boy, there was nothing on your mind but him.

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I lost you amongst the stars when I saw you turn away.

When I felt our universe split apart is when the black hole of another suck me in. 

Would it have killed you to stop this fireball of fight and affinity? Because now our worlds are burning, racing through these dead woods and back streets. 

I breathe in the smoke of our touch, of how your skin seemed to peel away too easily at the hand of anyone else but me. 

Seared and scarring, I loved you as painfully as I could. I held you when you couldn’t stand to breathe because it hurt so much; when all you craved was the raven’s call ringing in your ears, a sign of your definite ending. 

But I wanted to end you myself, and end us together. 

We found such importance in one another, a strong enough bond worth throwing what was left of our love at, just to test the tension. 

Maybe we could break it down to addiction, how these liquid eyes that flowed into you drown you from inside out, and how your glassy smile enraptured me to points where I didn’t want to shout to disturb the silence I’d found. 

Clifftop, the whistling realm of possibility starts and ends there. All it takes is a leap forward, a subconscious step into unknown grounds. 

To dive head first into everything below, and not care about the consequences; throw caution to the wind that you race through. 

It’s funny how it all becomes quiet so soon after that. 

How the vacuum surrounding you has left you to fester in this chalk lined and changing landscape, your journey of so many days has ended there, denied the wanting end of you. 

The turning stars are the same. Though you may not realise it, such a world envelops you without touch or sound. 

And you imprint this vast and violent world in so many beautiful ways, some so subtle not even the keenest of eyes may spot it. 

Your shadow is confirmation that light has travelled nearly ninety-three million miles unobstructed, only to be deprived of reaching the ground in the final few feet thanks to you. 

You’re changing the world around you every second you are alive, you pushing more and more love and light into this darkness we’ve accepted and no  one could thank you enough. 

The haze of mystery and magic that surrounds you lit my world up so beautifully, I saw for the first time and I saw perfection. 

I knew I would never be enough for you, girl raised on light years and longevity.

Every time you look to Andromeda, photons that have travelled space for over two point five millions years end their journey on the back of your eyeball.

This incredible scale of how long we’ve been learning our way through the cosmos, how we’ve finally found a foothold on Earth, is what paid my ultimate price. 

I could never live up to the scale you’ve become accustomed to, I was always too centred, too acute.

But every time I dared spread myself too thin and let you in, I felt you tear through me effortlessly, a thousand degrees of you dancing across my knife edge heart. 

Find me revelation in black holes, I need to find my calling before I go, before I am ripped apart by time itself, and you feel me disappear from any place you once knew.

I will vanish from all where we are known, from every corner of the galaxy that our love dared step. 

And we could never keep our feet on solid ground, you were always one step ahead of me, I let you run off without me.

Pleiade girl, you only have until the sunrise, and then I shall see you no more. 

When the universe ends, so will I. 

And you, and everyone we ever knew. 

We are killers of stars.

—  PLEAIDE - Princess

anonymous asked:

35- bassian. Sidenote I'm ready for my fic now??????? Thx

35. “you heard me. take. it. off”

you kids always know what to request i dove into this so fast fjkdg. ft. clothes sharing because i have a niche of six fic tropes that i just slide into every time

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A No-Maj?

Anon:graves seems like the type who would be a strict rule follower but what if he fell in love with a no-maj and he can’t stay away from her and he ends up falling in love with her but keeps it hidden until someone finds out and he either has to run away with her or wipe her memory but he can’t choose?? idk something cute but then angsty 

A/N: This is so cute and right up my alley ahhh I’m wearing this dress that looks like the little mermaid dress when she first turns into a human (the white one dress) and I feel fly as fuuckkk. Anyways this was really fun to write!! This took me 4 hours to write because I kept getting distracted ahhhhhhh This is my favourite thing I have written so far though.

 Enjoy and keep sending requests and prompts my way peeps xoxox

Anything in italics are thoughts!

Warnings: non, just a little bit of fluff and I may have broken your heart…. sorryyyyyy

Word Count: 2,853


You never knew about the wizarding world until you met him. You lived an extra ordinary life, in your 20′s living in a small quiet apartment in the heart of New York city, Had a 9 till 5 job writing for the local newspaper. Doing things the ordinary way that you had always known them to be. You were just the girl next door, everyone knew who you were as you were sweet, charming and friendly. Of course you always had men chasing after you but you always politely declined as you were content with how your life was at the moment. 

You had walked into the little bakery that had opened up around the corner. You were soon welcomed by the owner, Jacob Kowalsk. “Morning Y/N How are you this morning” Jacob said as soon as you walked into the quiet little bakery “I am well, thank you” You said with your ever charming smile on your face “So what will it be today?” Jacob asked “Just the usual and maybe one of your famous donuts” You said excitedly, you always loved his doughnuts. You went to pull out your purse to pay him when he chimed in saying “Oh no Y/N, it’s on the house for you” You smiled knowing trying to give him money wouldn’t work “Oh thank you Jacob!! I will see you tomorrow” You said as you grabbed your items and walked out of the small bakery.

On your way home, you thought you would stop off at a little bookstore since you were running low on reading material at home. You were browsing through your favorite section tucked away at the back of the store when all of a sudden you heard a deep voice behind you.

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Wedding Plans, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Second part to ‘Backstage’ + First Date + Lin-Manuel Miranda

Words: 1352

Author’s Note: Been awhile since a full fic! Thanks for the patience! So…I got a job. Don’t know how this will affect my writing, hopefully it doesn’t?

Warnings: None? I think?

Askbox | Masterlist | Part onePart three | Part four

It took less than an hour for Lin to send a rather lengthy and detailed text to you. You had to assume he got your number through Daveed.

From: Lin

Hey, Lin here! Usually lunch is better for me, now that I think about it. Although, I guess it depends on the day…If we decide on lunch, what time would work for you? I’m sure your schedule is insane. Anything before 1 is fine with me. What do you like to eat? I mean, I know food is probably a good guess…are you a soup or sandwich person? OR BOTH? I’m sorry about all the questions, it’s very late and you make me very nervous…I’m going to end this before I say something stupid (I guess it’s too late for that - I accomplished stupid by starting with ‘Hey, Lin here!’). Okay…bye.

From: Lin

This is Lin, by the way. Pathetically asking for a date. You can always say no, by the way. No pressure. You’re just really beautiful and I promise I won’t be this weird in public.

To: Lin

Considering I’ve spent the last few weeks mostly watching re-runs of Friends, I’d say my schedule is rather open. Especially compared to yours. Lunch sounds great, I guess I’m a soup and sandwich person? What do you think that says about me? You should probably get to sleep and we can talk about this more tomorrow.

To: Lin

You’re not the only nervous one here, just to let you know.

To: Lin

This is Y/N, by the way.

You met him for lunch at a diner a few blocks away from the theatre. He told you he had a feeling the lunch would last much longer than either of you intended, and he wanted the theatre to be close by, just in case.

He ordered soup and half a sandwich, you ordered a burger. You promised you would share your fries when the food came and he looked immensely jealous.

Conversation was easy and light-hearted, mostly aimed at the fact that he was rather nervous, and you confessed that you were as well.

“I make you nervous?” He laughed, reaching over to steal another fry, “How?”

“For one, you’re a fry stealer.” You playfully swatted his hand away from your plate, “Secondly, I think you drastically underestimate yourself,” You sipped at the straw of your drink, watching his face heat up with pride, “You’re hot.” You said simply.

He sputtered out a response as a waitress came along with the check and a few boxes. He took care of the check before you could protest. You let him, with a feeling in your stomach that you could pick up the tab the next time the two of you went out.

With take out boxes in your arms, he offered to take you to the theater, thinking you would probably want to catch up with Daveed and some of the other cast members before the show.

He escorted you through the busy streets you had yet to get used to, weaving around bodies moving not nearly fast enough for your liking.

The roar of the crowd outside the RIchard Rogers escalated as the two of you approached. They were able to connect the dots rather quickly, his hand in yours tugging you along, the matching take-out boxes. It was obvious the two of you had gone out together.

He told the crowd he would be out after the show, and he had a short discussion with the doorman as a few people asked for pictures.

You were thankful none of them asked of the nature of your relationship with Lin, as you really didn’t know how to answer a question like that. Were you dating? Could you consider one lunch together as ‘dating’? His eyes met yours and he gestured for you to follow him through the stage door.

Most of the cast was already there, conversing and lightheartedly getting ready for the show. With a few hours until places, they were still rather relaxed and in no rush. That meant they were all very happy to see you trailing after Lin into the building.

Daveed was quick to embrace you and show you around his dressing room, which he shared with Oak. It was nicely decorated and simple, and he hastily shut the door and sat you on the couch, him and Oak in their respective chairs.

“What’s going on, guys?” You chuckled nervously, your hand finding a Jefferson-inspired pillow and clutching it to your chest.

“Did you just come back from a date with Lin?” Daveed asked, leaning forward in his seat in anticipation.

“We had lunch,” You answered, but that seemed to be enough for celebration. They each fist bumped, cheering in happiness.

“Flower girl. I’m calling it. I have a lot of experience.” Oak said, patting you on the shoulder, the most bro-esque gesture you have ever received from someone else.

“Flower girl for what?”

“Your wedding, obviously.”

Chris had already cornered Lin in his dressing room, carefully interrogating Lin on the nature of your relationship and the events of the date. Pippa and Renee stood behind him with knowing smiles on their faces.

“I took her to the diner, we talked, we had lunch.” Lin said casually with a shrug, moving around the room to clean any mess incase you decided to walk in. All three people raised their eyebrows in anticipation of more, “She called me hot.”

The room erupted in cheers. Chris looked so proud he could burst.

“We need to become her best friends. If we’re not in their wedding, I will go on a rampage.” Renee whispered to Pippa, before launching into fantastic details of how it would work out.

A knock sounded at the door and you peeked your head in.

“Can I come in?” You asked, pushing the door open further. With no protest against it, you stepped in as the three of them excused themselves. They all glanced at you with excited smiles on their way out.

Pippa gave you a look that said ‘We have things to discuss.’

“So, Daveed and Oak suggest a Fall-time wedding. Orange everywhere. Pretty sure they have a gown picked out for me already.” You joked, plopping onto his couch. He let out a huff of air, leaning against his desk, crossing his arms.

“Damn, Pippa insists on a Winter wedding. Red everywhere.”

You looked up at him with a smile, patting the seat next to you. The couch shifted as he took it, eyes never meeting you.

“There’s no pressure, right?” You asked, settling your head into his neck, eyes glancing around the room, absorbing everything you could.

“There is.” He answered honestly, “Does that scare you? I mean, we have only been on one date.”

“Not scared. Nervous.” It was a word you had thrown back and forth a few times now. You wondered if the feeling you deemed as ‘nervous jitters’ in the pit of your stomach was something else completely.

“‘Cause I’m so hot?” He looked down at you with a joking smirk.

“That’s certainly part of it,” You paused, testing the atmosphere of the room, “Our relationship will be very public if we decide to have one. We’ll be on different schedules.”

“Those are the cons. What are the pros?” He leaned back on the couch, slinging his arm back to be around your shoulders.

“I like you.” You nuzzle deeper into his side.

“I like you, too.” He answered, head falling back so he could watch the ceiling fan turn, “I think it’s decided, then.”

“Me too. I have to go. Break a leg tonight.” You pecked his cheek with a kiss, moving to collect your purse and towards the door.

“No goodnight kiss?” He whined.

“It’s lunch-time. Take me out to dinner and we’ll talk.” With that, you confidently strode out of the building, saying a few goodbyes and getting a few knowing looks on your way out.

If anyone asked if you were dating, you now had a good answer for them.


Chyler Leigh posted this photo on 07/01/17 @ 00:47 (UK) - some of the fans of Supergirl made a video for Chy & Flo to watch (including me) and Chy took time out of her day to watch it and write this and tweet it. I’m @/danversholtz btw and I’ve been a mess for almost 3 hours. She’s so precious and pure and kind. We don’t deserve someone like her to be the way she is with us. I’m so proud to call her my idol.

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*breathes in and out* Okay. After many hours of thinking and thinking Bang PT 4 was legit my worse work I ever done in my writing history. I reread it on my computer so many times that I found ever mistake to the last dot. It was ugly, it was nasty and it was because I felt like I needed to get Bang PT 4 out for you guys that I didn’t feel it. Honestly it took me 5 hours to write that small piece of shit because I felt pressured to do it because some of you anons were telling me “ when are you gonna upload, hurry up, why are you taking so long, where is my request” and being the people pleaser my ass is, I fell for the pressure and created something shitty like BANG PT 4. The other three parts probably didn’t have that many mistakes but JESUS CHRIST bang 4 was something. In another note, I’m honestly really disappointed with some of the people that even follow me. How can you tell someone to kill themselves? I was legit disgusted with tumblr and my phone in general I didn’t touch it for a good few hours. Like how can people be that cruel to writers who give out their content for free ? LEGIT FOR FREE AND WE DONT EXPECT SHIT BACK. I’m just wow. Now, I’m not even going to be afraid to block anons. I know there is a way because someone showed me and I’m going to find how to do it, so I can start blocking anons. UPDATE: my dog is doing much better he is moving around and doesn’t need my help that much, but he still needs my love and care. Tomorrow I start work because the high school starts tomorrow and well I only work 2 days a week. I already started writing last night and that piece of writing…..I put my whole heart and soul into it. It’s not finish yet and won’t finish till tomorrow probably. I’m sorry for everything and I’m sorry for failing to bring a good ending to the Bang for those who read it. I’m not sure when BANG will be updated with the last chapter but I know for sure it won’t be till I feel better and confident in myself again for writing smut. Yes, my self esteem went down and I’m not afraid to say it. Well that is all :) I love you munchkins and damn I’m hurt 😂 remember to keep smiling and to drink water :). - Savior Saeran

MERRY CHRISTMAS // masterlist

Request: @waiefu​ college au where reader is looking for a room mate and is looking at possible people and misreads kylo as kylie. they have similar interests so reader picks him thinking its a girl. reader shows up to the dorm and is shook when its a dude

A/N: This mf took me like 4 days to write bc busy and then like 4 hours today to finish bc determination. It ended up hella long and I’m sorry but it’s worth it, my dudes! Thanks for the request, buddy, I hope you enjoy! P.S. requests are open again :)

Warning: Vulgar language? Whom care

Word Count: 7.6K+ (my longest?)

Nothing seemed more exciting than moving out of your home and into a dorm for college, especially when you had the opportunity to pick your own roommate rather than be paired off. Sitting in the residential advisors office as you flipped through the many possible choices of people that could room with you, you came to a stop at one. “Oh, Kylie…” You nodded to yourself, reading their interests. “Likes movies, especially superhero ones…listens to alternative rock…like’s space and is studying to be an astrophysicist. Oh, sweet, we’ll have similar classes.” You mumbled to yourself as you had been studying to be a physicist. Reading on, you stopped midway. “Them, they’re it. We have so much in common, it’s insane.”

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My new years resolution is to get Briar fully trained to be my Anxiety/PTSD/Depression service dog by the end of the year.  My therapist who moved away (only a couple of hours away) is happy to write the letter for me, but she needs to see me again first.  And I just curled into a ball because that means I’ll have to like…make appointments and make decisions.  Sending that email alone took so much willpower. #depression/anxiety problems

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Prompt: What about a story where it's the first time Tim and Kon get close. Like around late Young Justice, or in the break between Young Justice and Teen Titans or something. It can be anything ya want but if you need something more specific it can be Tim having doubts he's a good Robin in secret and Kon happens to hear him.

This is the last ask! I saved this one for last because I was intrigued by the prompt as something I’d kind of played around as an idea about early Tim/Kon. This is earlier than you had listed, more like early YJ, I hope that’s ok! I was just excited for an excuse to write this idea on how Tim and Kon first started becoming friends (with maybe the opportunity to become more later)

Superboy, newly dubbed Kon-El, examined the note he’d found taped to his new room at Mount Justice where he’d been crashing since, well, he had no other place to go. The Gym, 3pm, Be ready to fight. Seeing as only him, Impulse and the new Robin came to the old headquarters they sort of commandeered for themselves and Imp had illegible chicken scratch, you didn’t have to be the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who was challenging him. He tucked the note into his pocket and kept walking, determined to see what their little group’s resident human was up to.

He honestly didn’t know what to make of the Boy Wonder. I mean, yeah, Superman had gone on before about how impressive Batman was but his kid sidekick didn’t do anything for Kon. He was tiny for one, smaller than even Imp who was just a skinny beanpole himself. Rob was kind of annoying and naggy too, trying to direct and boss around the two metas like he was the leader or something. And who ever thought it was a good idea to put some random dude, a teenager even, in charge of a bunch of superheroes? So maybe that’s why he finds himself walking down to the Mountain’s gym at 10 to 3. He’s curious what the human thinks he can do to someone as strong (nearly) as Superman. Kon probably should be more worried about accidently hurting the kid, they were like maybe sorta friends after all, but right now he really wanted to punch something. Supes let him use the name and the symbol but no matter how much Kon tried, the man wouldn’t give him the time of day. All Kon had was his costume, a rundown secondhand base, a crazy speedster kid and an annoying prep.

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Kid (Rafael Casal x Reader)


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Warnings- mentions of rape and non consent, sorta smutty

Request- “Rafa x reader where reader is Daveed’s baby sister and Rafa tries really hard not to like her but they get drunk at a party with the Hamilcast and end up having sex and Daveed finds out please? <3″

(I know there’s supposed to be an order, and I feel terrible for the people who have been waiting awhile for their requests I promise I’m working on it but I got these request yesterday and I honestly haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Dear God this took me 15 hours to write)

Song- Move – Little Mix

Words- 4,415

“Jesus Christ, Diggs’ll kill him.” Rafael breathed, staring at the house with his hand on the back of his head. You hugged your legs tighter to your chest and stared at the ground. Rafa sat next to you with a huff and spread his legs out in front of him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, staring up at the starry sky. You rested your cheek against your knee and looked at him for a moment, before shrugging and looking back out at the empty street. He knocked his shoulder against yours. “I’ve been told I’m a great listener.” 

You snorted. “Who told you that?” 

“Your mom.” 

You hummed in response and played with some rubber hanging off of your shoe. 

“C’mon kid, what’s up?” he asked. 

You sighed and rested your arms on your knees. “I said I would kiss him because why not? I’m fourteen now.” Rafa nodded and urged you to continue. “So we left the fire and went up in the tree house. He put this big plastic toy thing in front of the door. He said it was because everyone was teasing us and he didn’t want them to come in.” Rafael scooted closer and put his hand on the sidewalk behind you. “It was so dark in there.” you continued. I had no idea where he was, and then I felt him kiss me and I backed up into the wall, but he just followed me and kissed me again. I tried to push him off , but he wouldn’t move and then he tried to put his tongue inside my mouth and it was gross and slimy and ugh!” You spat into the street. “So I kneed him in the crotch and ran away. That’s when I called Daveed.” 

Rafael sputtered and tried to hide his laughter. “Good…good job.” he said. You smiled momentarily and looked down. “I’m really sorry he did that to you. Guys are dicks.” 

You scoffed. “Yeah, guys are dicks.” 

“But hey, seriously.” You looked over to him. “When you get to be my age,”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re like barely three years older than me.” 

“A lot changes in that time trust me.” You pursed your lips and let him continue.” When you’re my age, you’re probably not gonna think that tongues and kissing and all that is gross, but like, that doesn’t mean anyone should get to do something like he just did. If you’re uncomfortable, even if you normally like…whatever’s happening, you can and should leave.” he said. 

You nodded and put your head on his shoulder briefly. “Thanks Rafa.” you whispered. He smiled and nodded. You sighed and tipped your head to the sky, closing your eyes. “I just wish I could have a do over you know?” You rolled your head to the side and looked at Rafael. “Like…that was a really sucky first kiss right?” 

Rafa laughed quietly and looked up at you. “I…I could-” His head turned toward the house. You followed his gaze and saw Daveed walking out. 

“What?” you asked. “What were you gonna say?” 

“Nothing, it’s…nothing.” he said, staring at Daveed. You stood up and faced your brother who instantly pulled you into a hug. 

“You didn’t actually hurt him did you?” you asked, fearing for your social standing. 

Daveed huffed. “Unfortunately, no. But believe me, he’ll leave you alone from now on.” 

You looked down, feeling embarrassed. “Thanks for coming…I’m sorry, I know you had friends over.” you said with a glance at Rafa. 

Daveed grabbed your shoulders, and you looked up at him. Jesus, he was tall. They both were. “The second anybody, especially boys, give you trouble, Rafa and I will always come running.” Daveed looked to Rafael for confirmation. 

Rafa rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “Uh..yeah, I mean, yes totally. We’ll fight off all the annoying boys.” he said. 

You smiled. “Can we go home now?” 

“Yeah, let’s go home.” Daveed slung an arm over your shoulder.

You leaned against a black wall in the corner of the club that was splattered with fluorescent paint, nursing your third whiskey sour. You watched people that you only vaguely knew dancing all around you. You looked down, pulling the tight shimmering silver tube dress that you were wearing higher on your chest. 

“Damn…” you heard someone whisper. You looked up, ready to be annoyed by some random guy, but you were pleasantly surprised. 

“Rafa!” He had his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, and the sleeves of his button up were rolled up to his elbows. A handsome smirk was on his face as he stepped closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your ear to his chest, careful not to spill your drink. Your mood instantly brightened. Rafael had been a life saver at most Hamilton events ever since you moved to New York a few months earlier to be closer to your brother and better oppurtunities. 

He put his cheek against your head. “Hey kid. How’s it hanging?” 

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Thank god you’re here. I feel so awkward at these things-” 

“Because you’re not a cast member?” He laughed. “Yeah, I get that.” 

You brought your drink to your lips, but he grabbed it out of your hand and took a skeptical sip.  “Kinda boring for you isn’t it?” 

You rolled your eyes. “If I could afford to get wasted, I would.” 

Rafa grinned and took your hand, pulling you towards the light up bar. “I can afford to get both of us wasted.” 

A few shots of tequila and several shots of…something else, later, and you were practically falling into Rafa’s lap. Daveed had come over for a bit and scolded his best friend for getting his little sister drunk, but since Daveed wasn’t too stable either, neither of you took it that seriously. 

“Ugh no, I can’t listen to clipping.” you responded to Rafael. You were arranging peanuts into a design on the bar counter. 

“That’s rude.” Rafa laughed. 

“I can’t! He talks about sex too much it’s gross. I don’t want to think about my brother having sex.” you replied still focused on your design. Rafa put his head on the bar so you were forced to turn and look at him. 

He smiled coyly. “We’ve all had sex, Y/N. You’ve had sex. I’ve had sex. Daveed has had lots and lots of-” 

You threw peanuts at his face. “Stop! That is so disgusting.” 

“I’ve had sex everybody!” Rafa shouted at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over his mouth. 

“Shh!” you laughed. “Shut up!”  Rafa laughed and licked your hand. You pulled it away quickly and wiped it on his chest. “Gross!” 

“Still don’t like tongues?” He raised his eyebrows confidently. 

You shrugged. “I appreciate them in certain places.” you said casually. Rafael eyes widened, and you smirked. “Let’s go dance.” you said suddenly. 

Rafael shook his head. “No…no I can’t dance with you.” He leaned his elbows on the bar. 

“Come on!” you whined, grabbing onto his bicep. “You never wanna do anything fun with me.” You pouted and batted your eyelashes at him. 

He stared at you before scoffing and turning away. “Believe me, it’s not that I don’t want to have fun with you.” he said into his drink as he took a sip. 

You furrowed your brow. “Fine, I’ll go find some sweaty sleazebag to grind on.” you said, nearly falling off the stool as you stood up. Rafael grabbed onto your forearm quickly, both stopping you from falling and keeping you from walking away.

“That’s not a good idea.” he warned gravely. “It’s dangerous.”

You pulled your arm away. “What is with you always being so protective and careful with me? You’re not Daveed.” you said before you could stop yourself. He looked upset and turned his head to the side, clearly having some kind of internal battle that you were missing. After a few measures of the song currently playing, he ran his hand through his hair and looked at you again. 

“I don’t have to be careful with you.” Rafa said. You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows, silently challenging him. He picked up his drink and finished it quickly “Let’s go dance.” he breathed. You smiled and did the same with your drink before walking out into the crowd of bodies with Rafael. 

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up next to Rafael, totally naked with a raging headache. 

Rafael stared at you. He’d fucked up. He’d really really fucked up. His arm had been around your waist when he woke up, but he’d removed it quickly. He couldn’t let himself get any ideas about you. Not after he’d tried so hard for so many years to repress the feelings that he knew deep down he’s always harbored for you. But seeing as that had clearly all gone to shit now, what was the harm in laying here a little longer and pretending. Pretending that your sleeping frame was something that he could wake up to every morning. 

Your eyelids fluttered and you let out a small groan. Rafael quickly pretended to be asleep. He felt the bed shift and heard a quiet gasp and then a sigh. “It was a dream last time; it’s a dream this time.” you mumbled. It took everything inside Rafael not to react to that. There was a moment of silence before Rafael heard more cursing and felt a sharp pain in his arm. 

“Rafael Casal! Wake up right now!”

He groaned like he had just woken up, but the ache in his muscles was real. Hangovers are bitches. He opened his eyes and stared back at you. 

“Rafa, what the hell happened?” 

You watched as Rafael pushed a white pillow into his face, swearing quietly. You sat up and pulled the sheet tighter around your naked body, causing it to slip lower on Rafael’s. He stopped it before it fell too low. You resisted the urge to gape as his hipbones and pressed a palm to your forehead, trying instead to remember anything you could.  

“Did we…?” You were sure you already knew the answer, but maybe there was another explanation. 

Rafa nodded. “Several times.” His voice was muffled by the pillow that was still on his head. You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and groaned. “Do you not remember anything?” he asked quietly. You opened your eyes to see him staring up at you silently. You shook your head. He squinted and almost looked like he was in pain. He was probably was. This room was really bright.

“I…I remember us drinking and then going out to dance…”

“Yeah well, that dancing got me…excited.” he explained. “And you noticed. Then there was the bathroom and the cab and the hal-” 

“Yeah okay I’m starting to remember!” you said, feeling embarrassed. You both sat there silently. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to sort through the headache for more memories of last night. From what you could tell, you had enjoyed yourself, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing you had slept with your brother’s best friend. You felt the bed shift and waited for Rafa to say something. When he didn’t, you slowly opened your eyes. He was standing at the foot of the bed and pulling his pants from last night back on. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave? You’re not even gonna talk to me?” 

Rafael sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. He put his head in his hands causing the muscles of his shoulders to ripple. “I can’t believe I did this to you.” he whispered. You sat up slightly. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You were drunk, Y/N. I should’ve known better; you didn’t know what you were doing.” 

“You were drunk too!” 

“Y/N you don’t even remember what happened! This is on me!”

You sat silently, staring at Rafael’s back and memorizing every mark on it. He turned his head to the side. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell.”  

You scooted closer to him. A question had been burning in your mind since the moment you woke, but you couldn’t ask it. You were too afraid of the negative answer. You felt your heart racing. 

“Rafa, we were both drunk.” 

He rubbed a hand over his face and stared at the wall. “ Do you remember your first kiss?” he asked suddenly. 

You blinked in response, surprised that he did remember. “Well…yeah.” Rafa looked back at you and shrugged before turning away again. Realization dawned on you. “What? No, Rafael, that was different.” you said quickly. 

“It doesn’t feel different.” he mumbled. 

“Well it is!” you argued. “It is because I don’t feel mad at myself, or at you. I don’t feel disgusted. I-” You paused not wanting to admit too much. You bit your lip, having no idea what to say in a situation like this.

Rafael was clearly still upset. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his stomach, not caring that there was only a thin sheet between your chest and his back. He tensed instantly, but you just rested your chin on his shoulder and stared at the same wall he was. “You know what I remember from that night?” Rafael didn’t respond. “I remember that talk you gave me. I think about it all the time because you were right. I grew up and boys got less confusing, but they didn’t get less gross, and there were more of them. And the more failed relationships I had, the more I thought about what you said, and how hard it is to find a guy that respectful, and kind, and mature.” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” His chest vibrated as he spoke. You blushed when you realized the rant you’d gone on. You started to back away from him, but he held your arms in place against. “Y/N. What do you mean?” he repeated.

“I’m saying there are three men in the world that I fully trust. I can’t date my brother, and Lin’s already taken.” Rafael coughed and choked on nothing at all. You smiled and pressed your forehead to his back. “Do you regret it?” you asked quietly after a moment. The burning question had been put out and replaced by a flame of anxiety in your chest.

“Do I…” He sighed. “I regret how it happened but…I’d be lying if I said the thought of being with you hasn’t crossed my mind before.” he finished. He moved your arms and turned to face you more. You brought a hand back to the sheet, holding it in place. “Do you regret it?”

You looked down. “I think I just regret that we haven’t had this talk earlier.” you said honestly. 

Rafael smiled and pressed his forehead to yours. “So…that’s out there now.” he said quietly. 


“We don’t have to like put labels on it or anything. We can just…see where it goes.” 

You pulled away and nodded. “Yeah, I like that idea.” 

Rafael smiled and kissed you. You relished the feeling since you barely remembered the sloppy drunk kisses of last night. This one was much sweeter and meant so much more. You crossed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He smiled and leaned forward onto the bed more. You pulled away suddenly. 

“Wait, what about Daveed?” you asked. 

Rafael’s eyes travel downward. “Honestly, I can’t give a fuck about your brother right now because that blanket just fell off of you and…” 

You giggled and kissed him again.

“Shhh.” Rafael teased a little over a month later. He kissed your neck slowly as he moved inside of you. “Someone might hear you and rat us out to your brother.” 

“Ugh please don’t talk about my brother while we’re fucking.” you complained. He met your eyes and smiled, not slowing his pace at all. You panted and held his gaze. 

“What…does it bother you?” he grunted. 

You nodded, finding it hard to talk. “Yeah…it’s a major turn o-ah…aha fuck fuck fuck.” you whined louder and louder. Rafael smiled and kissed your neck as you came. He finished soon after. 

Rafa rolled off of you and laid next to you, breathing heavily. You smiled and molded your body to his side, draping a leg over his waist. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You stayed there with him for a long time. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window. You loved laying in Rafa’s bed; it smelled like him even when he wasn’t there. 

“Hey, you want food?” he asked. 

“You’re always hungry after sex.” you laughed, sitting up. He smiled and stood up. 

“Can you blame me?” he asked, pulling a pair of sweatpants on. “You put me to work.” 

You smirked and searched under the blankets for your panties. They hit you in the chest and fell into your lap. You glared up at Rafa who laughed like a little kid. “Rude. Just for that, I’m stealing your shirt.” you proclaimed, picking it up off the floor and tugging it on.  

“Be my guest.” he smiled and pulled you in to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, but he grabbed your forearms and pushed you back. “Food.” He dragged out the vowel of the word and started pulling you towards his kitchen. 

You hopped up onto his counter and grinned when he raised an eyebrow at you. “What? It’s your place which means you should cook.” you reasoned. He rolled his eyes and started to pulling ingredients out. Ingredients meaning cheese and bread. Your eyes followed him all around the room. He was working at something directly across from where you were sitting and stared at the way the muscles of his back were moving. He sighed and turned around. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, kid?” he said. 

You held your hand to your chest. “Oh ouch. That was pretty platonic.” 

He smirked and put his hand on the counter, trapping you with his arms. “Is this platonic?” Rafa leaned forward and attached his lips to yours. You smiled and kissed him back, taking his face in your hands. 

“Yo, Rafa! You here?” 

You and Rafa stared at each other with wide eyes. You looked around frantically. Rafael had a very open kitchen; there was no way you could sneak out without Daveed seeing you. 

“Just…I’ll distract him.” Rafael whispered before disappearing. You stood in the most concealed corner of the kitchen. Daveed would only be able to see you if he actually walked into the kitchen. 

“Dude what’s that smell? Are you cooking?” 

You swore your life flashed before your eyes. Rafa appeared around the corner first, holding his hands up. 

“No wait!” he said desperately. 

“What are you doing?” Daveed said. He stepped into the kitchen and almost instantly locked eyes with you. His head cocked to the side, causing his curls to bounce. “Y/N?” He looked from you to Rafa, to your bare legs, to Rafa’s bare chest. “No.” he whispered. “No.” Then Rafa was being pushed against a wall by Daveed.  His fist collided with Rafael’s nose. 

“Woah! Daveed stop!” You ran forward and pushed him off of Rafael, standing between them. Daveed glared at Rafa over your shoulder. “You’re a fucking idiot.” you told him before turning to Rafa. He had his hand around his nose. “Let me see.” you said quietly.

He took his hand away. Your put your hand on his face and moved it so you could inspect forearm different angles. Rafa grabbed your forearm and looked at you. “It’s fine, Y/N. It’s barely even bleeding.” he said. The flow of blood that dripped onto his chest told you otherwise. You frowned up at him, but his eyes were sincere. “Really, I’m okay.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re making me sick.” Daveed spat. You turned and glared at him. 

You’re making me sick. You just punched your best friend in the face!” 

“Best friends don’t fuck each other’s sisters!” he yelled. 

“God, fuck you, Daveed.” you growled.

“I want to talk to Rafael alone.” 

“Hell no!” you said. “You’re gonna kill him.” You felt Rafa’s hand on your waist. 

“It’s okay.” he whispered. “I have some things I want to say to Daveed anyway.” 

You looked between them with and astonished expression. “You’re kidding, right? This involves me; I should be here.” Rafael turned you around and put his hand on your face. 


You rolled your eyes and muttered something about male dominance before walking away to get toilet paper for Rafa’s noise. 

When you came back you heard, to your surprise, their voices at a somwhat normal volume.

“I can’t believe both of you went behind my back and did this.” 

“Can you blame us? You punched me when you found out, Diggs.” Rafa’s voice sounded strange. He was probably pinching his nose shut.

“You’re not supposed to sleep with my sister.” he seethed.

“You say that like I’m just sleeping with her. Dude, even if I wasn’t with her, she’d still be one of the most important people to me, you know that. Y/N’s the best thing in our lives.” Despite the situation, you smiled at Rafael’s words. 

“God, I can’t listen to this bullshit.” You heard footsteps.

“Hey!” Rafael shouted. “I don’t get why you’re so pissed. You’re always wanting Y/N to be with someone good for her-” 

“You’re not good for her! Your longest relationship was like six months long!”

“She’s 28. She can make her own decisions. When are you gonna stop treating her like a child?” 

“When she stops doing things that will get her hurt.” 

“She grew up with us, Daveed. She’s always gonna do stupid shit.” 

“Exactly! She’s supposed to be like your sister too! Doesn’t that bother you at all?”

“It’s bothered me since we were teenagers!” There was a long pause. Even you were shocked. 

“Seriously? That long ago.”

“I…yeah. Why do you think none of my other relationships lasted long?” Another pause. 

“You don’t deserve her.” Daveed’s voice was slightly quieter now.

Rafael laughed. “Yeah, I fucking know.” 

You figured it was as good a time as any to step in. You walked to Rafa and handed him the paper.  He thanked you and held it to his nose. You turned to your brother with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something. 

“You realize how bad it will be for me if you two break up?” he said. You looked to Rafa. The two of you hadn’t talked about that at all. Hell, you hadn’t even defined the relationship yet.

“Well obviously we aren’t planning on breaking up.” you said. “But if we do, we’re mature enough not to drag you into it or anything like that.” 

“This makes me feel so weird. I’m just putting that out there.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“I mean, not that we actually need your permission, but does that mean you’re okay with it?” Rafael asked, scrubbing dried blood off his lip.

“Please, Daveed. Rafael’s a good guy, we both know that, and I’d really like it if I didn’t have to pretend that I haven’t seen his dick.” Rafa burst out laughing but quickly started to cough when Daveed glared at him. 

Daveed sighed and fisted his hair, looking between the two of you. “I mean you said it yourself; I guess I can’t stop you.” A smile broke out on your face. “But please continue to pretend you haven’t seen his dick and never talk about sex around me.” he added. 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” You walked over to him and held your arms open to show you really did appreciate his acceptance. He smiled and pulled you into his chest. 

“I love you.” he murmured. 

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him. 

“I love you too, Daveed.” Rafael said. 

“I’m not sorry for punching you.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Daveed pulled away from you. “Alright, well I’m gonna leave before I decide I want to kill one or both of you.” He grabbed his keys. “Also, I’m taking this.” He held up a grilled cheese and bit into it before walking out of Rafa’s apartment. “Put some damn clothes on!” he called before the door shut. 

You turned to Rafa with wide eyes and let out a slow breath. 

“So…that went well.” he said. 

“Is your nose okay?” The blood was all cleaned away, but you were still worried. 

He shrugged and put his hands on your hips. “It’ll probably bruise, but it’s totally worth it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Now I get to date his little sister.”

Your raised your eyebrows. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Oh yeah I’m totally making that executive decision and calling you my girlfriend.”

“It’s a good decision.” you agreed. Rafael gave a lopsided smile and quickly moved his head to kiss you.