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Supernatural Preferences: Finding out you've got severe depression

Trigger warning!: If you have problems with mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts, don’t read or read with caution.



Sam: When depression came a’ knockin and literally all hope seemed to be flushed down the drain, you finally turned to Sam seeking help. His initial instinct was complete and utter fear. For both himself and for your life. You meant so much to him, and the thought that you were on the verge/trying to take your life broke him down. How was he supposed to live on without being a constant in his not so normal life? For his sake and most importantly yours, he kept you at his side like a shadow. Making sure every second of every day was spent showing you how important your life was and that you were here on this dammed earth for a reason.

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Dean: You always acted so tough and brick walled around Dean. Trying to match his badass outer appearance (honestly he was like that inside too. Except the soft and squish center). So when you approached him and explained how you were weak and couldn’t bare anything anymore, he was at shock that he was hearing it from you. Never expecting you to be in such a horrible position. “That’s a load of shit. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, and I’m damn proud to have you in my life. That’s the hard truth.” He gave you a big hearted speech while trying is best not to cry.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Cas: From the start of your downfall into the darkness of depression, Cas knew something was wrong with you. At first he thought you might have been sick because of your ill acting. But after time he realized it was much more and a much deeper sickness than that. When it came down to it, he was the one that confronted you about it all. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?” He asked looking so hurt and sad that you were so mentally distraught. “You’re perfect in almost every sense to me, Cas. I felt ashamed to tell you how tainted I was.” He wouldn’t even let you finish replying to him before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Y/n, I am far from perfect. But you- I could never see you as anything but just that…perfect.”

Originally posted by theoverlordmisha

Crowley: Maybe it started around the same time Crowley began to withdraw a bit from your presence. Maybe it all came to view when ‘work’ became even the slightest bit more important. Either way you felt like a hopeless piece of shit and he wasn’t anywhere to be found. The day came when you broke down to him, yelling at how you couldn’t take it anymore. How you couldn’t take another day being in this god awful body and life. He immediately dropped everything. The Winchesters. Deals. Everything. Whether he blamed himself for partially pushing you think far into this mind set or not, he was there for you unconditionally.

Originally posted by spnfans

Chuck: He caught you bawling your eyes out at three am. Debating on whether or not to take this life you called pathetic. A blade was in your right hand, and a shaky fist in another. He instantly took the blade from you before you even knew of his presence. “You can’t just force me to live! I can’t do this anymore and you don’t know what it’s like living with my mind. Your God-fucking God. Take it away, make the pain stop so I can be free and happy again to live…” each word you spoke drove into his heart like a blade. Sure he was God, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, just take away apart of you. Sure the part sucked, and it was a real life threatening pain in the ass. But he had his own cure for it. “Where are we going?” You asked as he took your hand and led you out off the floor. “To take a look at everything beautiful in the world. It always helps me. But this right here, this is the most beautiful thing that was ever created.” The two of you stood before a mirror, looking at your teary eyed reflection.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Gabriel: The moment you began to act even the slightest bit of odd, he knew. Whether it was a cold or just a bad mood from a period. He knew. So it was no surprise that he figured it off right from the bat that you were struggling daily with pretty much all will to do anything. “Come on kid. You’re badass with a capital A-S-S. I saw you stand up to my bag of dicks brother all for me, you can stand up for yourself all the same.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Lucifer: Lets just say that it took you awhile to feel comfortable being an open, honest emotional human with the Devil. So telling him “hey, sorry I’m a pain in the ass. But that level of pain assery just upgraded to level depression.” That was how you practiced it all in your head. Of course it came out nothing like that. In fact, you opened your mouth to tell him exactly how your mind and heart were cooperating and he kissed you. For a split moment he silenced every demon lurking in your mind. “Whatever you need me, tell me. You won’t have to ask twice.” He was more than understanding if the feeling of hidden isolation you were going through. “I just need you. I need you to hold on and please not let go. No matter what.” Every word you spoke was mumbled into his chest that he held you into. Yes, the Devil himself was even so caring for just his one not so irritating and worthless specimen of human life.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

nehetisingsforhekate  asked:

Not strictly a question, but I hope Anne is feeling better.

Thank you so much. She’s recovering more quickly than I expected, and all the pain she was having from her ovarian torsion is completely gone. Now she just has some residual pain from the little bit of gas that’s still in her abdomen from the laparoscopy, and some nerve pain where they did her incisions.

I’m so grateful to the two female doctors who took the time to figure out precisely what was going on with her, which is a strong contrast to the male doctors who just gave her pills and sent us away.

Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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You’ll be glad to know that Even and Isak’s move went pretty damn smoothly, apart from the one incident when Isak cut his hand open with a box cutter.

Even was organising the last of his stuff from his old bedroom in their new room and he’d left Isak unpacking the box of crockery (a moving in gift from his parents) in the kitchen. He was just trying to figure out where to prop his guitar up when he heard Isak yell fuck from across the flat.

He knew Isak’s voice well enough to know that that was his god dammit that fucking hurt voice, and he was on his feet and moving through the flat before he’d actively thought about it.

Sure enough, when he got into the kitchen he found Isak gripping his wildly bleeding hand to his chest, the blood smeared box cutter discarded on the floor about a foot away from him. It took a little bit of coaxing, but eventually Isak calmed down enough to let Even hold onto his wrist and lift his hurt hand above his head to stop the bleeding.

Even circled his free arm around his trembling boyfriend and Isak immediately buried his face in Even’s chest. They stood there in silence for a few seconds: Isak shakily breathing in Even’s smell and Even watching the blood trickle down Isak’s pale arm.

“How did you even manage that, Is?” Even peered closer at Isak’s hand, inspecting the cut that ran down the middle of his palm as Isak buried himself closer into Even’s chest.

“I-” Isak began before quickly changing his mind, pressing his face into Even’s shoulder. Even could feel him blushing. A few seconds ticked by before Isak peeped up at Even from under his lashes and Even just raised an eyebrow at his bashful boyfriend, waiting for the rest of the story.

Fine!” Isak sighed dramatically, as if Even was physically forcing the words out of him rather than just raising his eyebrow. “I got distracted.” Isak fiddled with Even’s shirt with his free hand, one of his more obvious tells.

“By what? You don’t even have any music on!” Even said incredulously. For someone pale with blood loss, Isak miraculously managed to blush harder.

“I was just- thinking.” Isak replied haltingly, like he couldn’t decide if he was going to talk or not. Isak had got a lot better at sharing what he was feeling, but he still had moments where words got so thick in his throat that he struggled to get them out.

Even knew to just wait him out during those talks.

“About how we’re probably going to have people over for dinner, and argue about who does the dishes when we’re both tired, and maybe one day you’ll make us terrible cheese toasties again, or we’ll get better at cooking together. Just…a lot of possibilities in there.” Isak nodded down and the box he had been opening.

And that was how Even found himself grinning from ear to ear while holding a pale and bloody Isak.

“You got distracted while using a sharp knife because you were thinking about our future? Isak Valtersen, are you getting sappy in your old age?” Even teased, gently taking the fingers of Isak’s sore hand now the blood had finally stopped and guiding Isak over to the sink.

“I am not sappy!” Isak protested, letting Even rinse his cut under the tap.

“No, of course you’re not, baby, you just couldn’t help but think of all the dinner parties we’re gonna throw and the food we’ll cook together while unpacking our plates.” Even grinned, gently washing the blood from Isak’s arm.

“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?” Isak groaned, his eyes practically rolling out of his skull.

“Never.” Even agreed, planting a gentle kiss to the cut on Isak’s palm.  “Just like I’m never going to let you near anything sharp ever again. You’re on sauce stirring duty for the rest of your life.”

“I can live with that.” Isak looked up, giving Even that vulnerably honest look that made his heart clench.  “As long as I’m always in the kitchen with you.” Even smiled at that, circling his arms around Isak’s waist and bringing him closer. He brushed his nose gently over Isak’s, watching his eyes flutter closed.

“As if I’d trust you in the kitchen alone.” Even whispered against Isak’s lips, brushing the lightest of kisses there.

The truth was, Even would go anywhere if it meant being with Isak.

Starting with their mess of a kitchen.

The right thing

(A/N): I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I really hope you like it!

Request: ok, i’ve thought about it long and hard (not really) and i think i’d like an old man logan request, if you even do that, lol. he sees me on the side of the road in the freezing canadian cold, and decides to do the right thing and drive me to wherever he resides, but he’s a bit hesitant on getting acquainted at first, being the grumpy old coot he is. then, at his place, after getting comfy, we both decide that we might get along and i fall asleep. ya know, just some fluffy shturf. ;3

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @rainbeauxbread


Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

   Logan gripped the wheel of his car so tightly that his knuckle were white. He could feel the thrum of the engine running through his fingers, into the Adamantium of his bones. 

   The snow outside his window blurred everything in sight, making it nearly impossible to drive and yet he was doing it. With a sigh he reaches over and grabs a cigar, lighting it quickly before taking a long drag from it and that’s when it caught his eye, a long figure standing on the side of the road but before he could even stop to think about his car had passed by them, the snow quickly obscuring their form.

    Logan blinked, attempting to convince himself that what he saw he did not see, there was no way someone was out here in the frigid cold. Rolling his shoulders back he kept on driving but a certain nagging feeling told him to turn around, check it out just to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

  “Damn it,” He mutters through his cigar as he swerves the car around, driving most likely into traffic (if there was any). His eyes thoroughly scanned the the sidewalk, searching for the figure. His gaze locks on the same long figure, standing on the side of the road shivering madly. With not so great parking skills Logan pulls up to the snowy bank, hoping out of his car as soon as he turned the engine off. 

   “Any reason you’re out here in the cold kid?” He asks through his cigar, his voice only a tiny bit muffled. The being turns to look at him, their eyes downcast as they rub at their arm, most likely trying to get some feeling back in them. 

   “I’m waiting,” 

   “What for?” 

   “Someone,” The figure mutters, sniffling a bit. Logan sighs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. 

   “You’re gonna freeze out here,” 

   “Good.” Logan looks at them through squinted eyes, little puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. 

   “Get in the car,” He mutters, giving them no room to argue. 

   “What?” The figure looks up, looking at Logan incredulously. 

   “I said get in the car, I don’t want you freezing to death,” 

   “Why do you care?”

   “Believe it or not the idea of some kid freezing to death on the side of the road isn’t really a pleasant one, now get in the car,” 

   “How do I know you’re not gonna rape me or something?” Logan looks nearly offended at their words, how dare they accuse him of such a thing? Wrinkling his nose in disgust he turns away, reaching up to grab his cigar. 

   “I’m not gonna hurt ya but if you don’t want to tag along I’ll let you die out here,” Logan walks to his car, ignoring his gut feeling telling him to turn around and demand that however this was get in with him. He took a few steps towards the car, reaching for his keys when he stopped- the figure speaking up finally. 

   “Where are you going to take me?” Logan smiles just a bit, turning to cast the figure with a side glance. “I know a place for you,” The figure nods numbly as they skirt around Logan’s car, violently shivering as they walked towards the passenger door. 

   Logan gave them a good long look, staring at their frozen eyelashes and nearly purple lips; how long had this kid been out here? Shaking off his worry Logan unlocked the car, hoping in and starting the ignition. The figure sighed in relief as they placed their hands to the barely working AC vents which at the moment were spitting out little bits of heat. Logan eyed them once more, the permanent goosebumps on their skin, the way their nails were nearly black from the cold. 

  “Shit kid,” Logan muttered as he took of his coat, thrusting into the figure’s lap. “Put that on, you’re gonna freeze if you don’t,” The figure shakily slips the jacket on, pulling it around their body tightly. 

   “Please tell me wherever we’re going is warmer than this?” Logan starts up the car, not even looking behind him or ahead of him as he turned around once again. 

   “Yeah…yeah it is,” Logan rubs a hand down his face, stopping just above his lips. With an exasperated sigh he plucked out his cigar and smashed it into his ashtray, letting out the last few puffs of smoke from his mouth. “You got a name kid?” The figure shivers, nodding their head as they do. 

   “It’s (Y/N),” Logan nods his head, casting (Y/N) a side glance. 

   “Well (Y/N), I’m Logan,”


   “Just take the goddamn blanket (Y/N),” Logan muttered as he thrust another blanket at the still shivering kid on his couch. 

   “Logan, I already have like,” (Y/N) pauses to count the amount of layers they were wearing, excluding one of Logan’s flannels since the outfit they had been previously wearing was tainted by the cold snow. “4 blankets,” 

   “You need another one,” 

   “Logan-” 

   “(Y/N).” Logan growls, shoving the blanket towards them again. (Y/N) grumbles as they take the blanket, wrapping it around their other layers securely. With a pleased sigh Logan slumps down onto the couch, a few feet away from (Y/N). 

   “So, this is where you live?” 

  “Yeah,” Logan rasps, looking at his makeshift little home. “It’s the best I’ve got right now,” (Y/N) nods, humming as they look around. 

   “It’s…quaint?” Logan chuckles, sliding a hand down his exhausted face. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me kid, I know it’s bad,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling just a bit. 

   “Okay, yeah, it’s bad,” Logan smiles, blinking lazily at his home. “Why is this…why is this the best you can afford?” 

   “It’s not easy to get a nice home when you’re being hunted,” (Y/N) looks at him, alarm flashing through their features. 

   “Wh-What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, quivering for other reasons now. 

   “You ever heard of mutants?” (Y/N) nods their head, their gaze never leaving Logan once. “Well, we’re kinda going extinct, I’m one of the last ones,” Logan mutters, looking over his scarred hands indifferently. 

   “I uh- I don’t think you’re one of the last ones,” (Y/N) whispers, their gaze falling to their lap. 

  “Kid, I’m pretty damn sure I know that I’m one of the last ones-” Logan pauses when he looks around, a good chunk of his home items floating in the air, suspended their by some force. He looks to (Y/N) with a rather surprised gaze, his eyes glued to the way they titled their head, the objects in the room mocking the same power. “You’re one of us,” Logan mutters, his tone a lot softer than it had previously been. Slowly all the objects in the room float back down, settling into their respective places neatly. 

   “I was on the side of the road because I was running,” (Y/N) whispers, pulling their blankets around themself tighter. “Guess we’re kinda in the same boat,” Logan nods, pursing his lips in thought. 

  “I’ll be damned, I guess we are,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, one corner of their mouth twitching upwards just a bit. 

   “So…what do we do from here?” 

   “You’re gonna warm up and sleep, god knows you need it-” 

   “And then?” 

   “And then we’ll lay low, figure everything out as we go,” (Y/N) nods, their own lips pursing in thought. “But for now you definitely need some sleep,” (Y/N) nods, yawning at Logan’s words. They hadn’t realized just how tired they were until Logan had mentioned it. Now that he had they could barely keep their eyes open, every so often their eyes would flutter close only to flutter back open. (Y/N) tilts themself to the side, resting their head against Logan’s shoulder. They yawn again, closing their eyes for good now as they settle in against him, his warmth only adding to their slowly reviving limbs. 

   “G’night Logan,” (Y/N) whispers, ignoring the way Logan tensed under their touch. Logan looks at them for a minute before hesitantly reaching out to brush some hair out of their face, a small albeit affectionate gesture. Logan had only known this kid for a day and his mama bear genes were already kicking in, making him vow to protect this life with everything he had, almost what he felt with Rouge and Laura. With a soft, almost alien like smile Logan settled into the couch, making sure (Y/N) stayed tucked against his side either way. 

   “Good night (Y/N),” 

We Got Married || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff


Filming had only been a couple, and it was sad when it came to an end. You had enjoyed it though, it was one of the most exciting times of your life. Sure everything was already planned from the start, but as you looked at Taehyung, shaking hands with the director and other staff, you couldn’t help but think there was something genuine about him.

You were used to having people act nice around you, it was your daily life. As an idol, you had become accustomed to the way people would smile at you, or laugh at your jokes because the only thing they wanted to do was make you happy. Their fear was that you wouldn’t like them, and it caused them to be someone they weren’t.

But with Taehyung it was different. There was never a point on the show where you felt like Taehyung had not been either completely serious with you or himself with you. Sure, he was following along, but there were parts that he didn’t do or said completely off script that only furthered your ideas.

You looked at him now, as he talked with the staff and your heart fluttered. It seemed silly to you that it only took a couple weeks for you to fall completely and utterly in love with him. And you were sure he felt the same, but there was a little voice in the back of your head that made you think otherwise.

Sure you were an idol as well, and you had a lot of fan who supported what you did, but there were some who weren’t happy with this season of We Got Married. There were fans who said you and Taehyung were disgusting together, people who said you either weren’t good enough for him or he wasn’t good enough for you.

And that was why you never said anything to him.

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i’m in love with the shape of you.
  • Summary: “It had been easy, for the first two or three weeks, to take things slow like they had agreed to when they started dating. (…) Now the problem was that even though Kara believed she had a good sense of self control, whenever Lena was around her, it seemed to run short.” Inspired by this tweet.
  • Pairing: Kara/Lena.
  • Rating: STRAIGHT UP SIN. +18
  • Beta’d by: Bia, who by the way forced me to write this. (@kinkylena)

It had been easy, for the first two or three weeks, to take things slow like they had agreed to when they started dating. Lena was chivalrous, gentle, sweet. All Kara could’ve wanted for in a partner. Most of their time together was spent in late night dates, drinking expensive wine and chinese takeout, maybe watching a bad movie, maybe playing chess (Lena insisted she wasn’t letting Kara win, that she had just improved but Kara didn’t believe a word she said), maybe just cuddling under a fuzzy blanket telling each other about their days. And of course, kissing. Now the problem was that even though Kara believed she had a good sense of self control, whenever Lena was around her, it seemed to run short.

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(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep pt.3

A/N: I can’t believe how many people wanted to see more of this! Thank you so much for all of the lovely messages, you’re all so amazing! I decided to tag all the people who commented for me to write more on my last part so I hope you don’t mind! I really hope you guys like it!

Tagged: @thegoddamnfangirl @timelady98 @labyrinth-of-thoughts @poppydaze @imagicana @cute-mirei @rindulacre

Words: 1,237

Warnings: nightmares

Part 1      Part 2


You sat on the floor of your room watching Netflix, your headphones in your ears and your eyes stinging a little from the lack of sleep. You kept glancing up at Loki, who was asleep on the bed and had hardly stirred all night which made you content. You smiled a little at his peaceful expression and checked the time. It was one thirty in the morning, and you weren’t going to sleep until Loki woke up. You had been doing this a few nights every week just to make sure that Loki had someone to watch out for him. You had told your friend Natasha about your slight crush on Loki a few days ago and she acted happy for you, however, you knew that she wasn’t 100% pleased with it. She said that she was happy that you were happy and thought you could possibly change him, but still told you to remain cautious. You didn’t have to anyway, you knew Loki better than most and knew that he would never hurt you.

You looked up again and panicked when you noticed that he was stirring in his sleep. A bead of sweat was dripping down his forehead and you took your headphones out of your ears, closed your laptop, and turned on your bedside lamp as you walked over to him to wake him up.

“Loki…Loki it’s Y/N, please wake up” You said softly as you grabbed his shoulder lightly and shook him a little bit. However, it didn’t seem to wake him up. You wanted to try and wake him up more vigorously but didn’t want to be rough, as if you’d break him if you shook him too hard. Loki started to stir even more now and he was breathing heavily, it really hurt to see him like this.

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GOT7 Reaction // When their fiancé doesn’t fit in their wedding dress.

I love you too haha! I hope you enjoy this one! I switched it up a bit if that’s okay.


Mark

You would call him freaking out, to the point where he couldn’t understand you.

“Y/N, First, calm down”

You obviously couldn’t calm down. Your wedding dress didn’t fit you whatsoever.

“You could literally walk down the aisle in a cloth, and I’d still be the happiest man alive” He started. “Just calm down. Once I get home we will figure this out.

His words reassured you and calmed you a bit. So you took care of the dress and went back home to wait for him.

Originally posted by jypnior

Jaebum

He was just getting done with a lesson when he got your call. His ears started ringing when he realized you were freaking out because your wedding dress was the wrong size. He waited for you to finish ranting, which made you think he hung up.

“are you done?” he replied to your rant.

You replied yes, mostly out of breath.

“Okay” he started. “just give me the address and phone number and I’ll take care of it” he seemed pleased to say that.

“Now go home and rest, I’ll be home later.”

He went to the dress shop and basically convinced them to give him the correct size. He surprised you with the correct dress when he got home.

Originally posted by marksseunie

Jackson

He would lowkey be annoyed when he found out your dress didn’t fit. He told you to not worry about it. When he found the time, he immediately marched his ass up to the dress shop.

He literally did anything to get the correct size. Of course, they were nice enough to make an exception since he was famous after all.

He managed to get the dress without going angry wang on everybody.

Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung

He tried to hide his savageness. He was trying to calm you down while on the phone and without any warning, he was already on the way to your destination. Once he found you, he saw you in your beautiful dress.

“Babe what is exactly the problem?” he questioned.

“It’s too big!” you replied.

He thought you were so beautiful, even if it didn’t fit. So he spoke with the nearest employee to see if they could go a size down.

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae

He would feel so overwhelmed when he found out they gave you the wrong dress. They basically lost your dress. He left the studio and went home to see you. Once he arrived, he saw you in the new dress they gave you.

“But babe what’s wrong with this one?”

“It’s not the right one” you replied.

He still thought you looked pretty in the current dress you were in, even if it’s not the one you ordered. Hopefully you could work out everything before you wedding date came.

Originally posted by choiyoungjae

BamBam

He understood how overwhelmed you were with the situation. So once he got home he immediately cracked some jokes.

“You know, you can always walk down the aisle naked.”

Once he said that, you hit his chest lightly.

“BamBam! I’m not walking down the aisle naked!”

He apologized to you and promised that everything would work out eventually.

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

Yugyeom

Once he found out the news, he would be slightly annoyed and stressed himself. Not only for him but for you. He tried to work things out with the dress and surprise you since you were so overwhelmed. When he found out what he could do was limited. He contiuously apologized to you and that you two would figure out everything soon.

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Escape: the wedding plans

“CAMERAS!” Jenny screamed, and cuffed Jamie round the head.  He was sitting across from her desk, sipping on a coffee, waiting for her to come back from closing her office door.  He hadn’t seen it coming, so she got in a few blows before he reacted.  Coffee splashed on his hand, burning him.  He jumped up and shied away from her.  

“Jenny!  I’m no’ twelve!  Quit hittin’ me!” Jamie snarled, reaching for a cloth to wipe his hand.  

“Ye forgot THE CAMERAS!” she insisted. 

Dabbing at his hand, Jamie looked confused.  Then, shocked.  Then, he blushed red to the tips of his ears.  

“A Dhia,” he breathed.  “Cameras.”

“Aye.  Security brought it to my attention this morning.”  She pulled out her chair, and sat down, lamenting.  “Jamie!  What were ye thinkin’?”

“Who knows?” he asked, panicked.

“Just Head of Security.  Thank God he was on the night shift last night.   The regular guy called in sick.”  Jenny took a sip from her mug.  “I’m going back in a bit to check that he’s deleted it.  I’ve threatened to fire him if it gets out.”  

Jamie sat down heavily.  “Claire will kill me.”

“Claire?”  Jenny leaned on her desk, fire in her eyes.  “I’m ready to geld ye, ye stupid fool!  What in HELL possessed ye?”

Jamie’s hands fluttered as he tried to figure out where to start.  “We came here to taste whisky.”  He still couldn’t meet her eyes.  “To serve at the weddin’,” he mumbled.  

“Mary, Michael and Bride, Jamie!  So ye thought ye’d practice for the honeymoon while ye were at it?”  


“Whisky makin’ dates back to the monks of the 15th Century. Did ye know that?” 

“No, I didn’t.” Claire smiled, interested.  She absorbed the old world feeling in the entry way.  

“Uisge beatha,” Jamie said.  “Water of Life.  It was corrupted to ‘usky’ in the 18th Century, which eventually became Whisky.” 

He took her hand, and walked her through the Distillery showing her where the barley is first steeped in water, then spread out on the malting floors to germinate.  He mentioned how it had to be turned regularly, so she bent down to grab a handful and let it flow through her fingers. Her sweet, round arse bent before him.  

That was the spark.  

He explained how the ‘green’ malt went to the kiln for drying and how peat was added to the fire to impart flavour.  She wrinkled her cute nose at the smell, and he laughed.  

The fire in his belly burned a little hotter.

He showed her the grinder, and the mash house.  He spoke to her of the pure Scottish water and let her taste the wort.  It was sweet, and she licked her lips while she voiced her pleasure at the taste. 

Her tongue fanned the flames.  

They walked slowly to the fermentation area, holding hands, while he explained how they added the yeast, which produced the alcohol by feeding on the sugars.

He felt the warmth of her fingers caressing his.  

Then, he led her up the stairs to the Pot Stills.  He explained how the shape of the pots affected the character of the whisky, and how these stills had been in his family for generations.  She walked up to the shining copper and trailed her fingers down the long, narrow cylinder where it met the wide curvature. She had laughed, and said, “Very sexy looking stills, Mr. Fraser.”  

The fire had exploded in his gut with the heat heading downwards. 

He showed her the distillation process and pointed out the path the amber liquid took on it’s journey.  He’d stood behind her, one hand on her hip, the other pointing.  She leaned back a little, to rest herself against his chest.  She was listening, but that move afforded him a view down her blouse to the curve of her breasts. 

His breath came a little short, and he stuttered a bit.   

He took her to the whisky library and pured them samples in tulip shaped glasses.  He talked to her of maturation, how the whisky became smoother, gained flavour, and developed its golden colour, same as her eyes.  He told her that by law it needed to be matured for at least 3 years, but some lay in their oak casks for up to 15 years or longer.  He spoke to her of blending, and what made Fraser Distillery distinct.  They tasted quite a few. Then, a few more.  Finally, they narrowed down their choice.  

Then, he took her into the barrel room.  

Feeling very giddy, and a little drunk, Claire wanted to mark the blend in the cask that they would have for the wedding.  

And when she leaned over the barrel laughing about taking it home, he couldn’t help himself.  A button had popped open on her blouse, and her breasts were swinging free. The jeans hugged her arse tight as she draped herself over the cask, and all he could think of was pulling down the denim, bending her over, and finding as much pleasure inside of her as he could.  

So he did.

He’d stepped forward, pulled her up abruptly to face him, and grabbed her zipper.  He’d driven his hands inside, and made short work of her jeans.  He lifted her on top of the barrel without thought for how uncomfortable it might be. She was just the right height.  Kissing her hard while she fumbled with his belt, he whipped his zipper down, and she drove her hand inside his trousers.  It was all the encouragement he needed.  She pushed down his pants, locked her legs around him as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and they pushed together.  She was more brazen with a few drinks in her, more playful, rougher.  She bit his lip, dragged her teeth across his jaw, and whispered her desires in his ear, hot and breathy.  He groaned at her suggestions, gripped her hips, and let his lips taste every inch of skin he could reach without leaving her.  

It was spontaneous, and dirty, and so very, very good.  


“I’m so sorry, Claire.”  He sounded so contrite.  She couldn’t help but giggle. Just a little.

He was standing behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see her face.  He couldn’t believe she was laughing.  He shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.  “It’s no’ funny, Sassenach.  Jenny was livid.”  

Claire couldn’t help herself.  She tried to hold it in, but a snort escaped her. Jamie broke then, too.  

When he’d returned to his office there was a sealed manila envelope with his name written on it. Inside was a disc, and a note.  The note read, “I’ve deleted everything.  Couldn’t help but wonder if you’d want to see for yourself so I made a copy first.  I know if it were me, I’d be curious.  Don’t tell Jenny.”  It was signed by the Head of Security, Angus More.  

While they watched the grainy black and white footage being broadcast on his laptop, there was no mistaking who it was and what they were doing.  

“Thank God there’s no sound,” Claire chuckled.  

“Aye.  Small mercy, that.”  Jamie wrapped his arms around Claire as the disc came to an abrupt end.  “Are ye no’ mad?”

“Mad, no.  Mortified, yes.” Claire turned in his arms and placed her hands on his shoulders.  “I can’t face your sister.  Ever.”

He nodded, serious for a moment.  Then a sly grin took over his face as he admitted, “Neither can I, mo nighean donn.”

Claire thought for a moment.  “What happens to the barrel?  When the whisky is out of it, I mean.”

“It gets used again.  Why?”  Jamie settled his hands on her hips.  

“I want it.  Here.  In our home.  We’ll stand it upright, and use it as a tabletop or something.  I just want the memory.”  She bit her lip, and looked up at him tentatively.   

Jamie made an amused sound.  “I’ll see to the bottling, and bring it home myself.”  Resting his forehead on hers, he kissed her gently.  

“Do ye think for a time,” he whispered against her lips, “maybe we could leave it on its side?”  

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songbird + secret relationship/friends to lovers (thank you!)

Fools Like Me by Lisa Loeb

I see your two tropes and raise you a third. So have this friends to lovers/secret relationship/fake relationship fic. I ended up working on this a few days in a row because it was being difficult and begged to be longer than a short exercise. Thanks to @high-seas-swan​ for getting me writing last night and finishing this. 

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When the hostess asked how many in their party Elsa held up three fingers and gave Killian a smirk that made him nervous. She meant well but had an annoying habit of trying to set him up. He could have told her he wasn’t ready to move on from Milah which wasn’t exactly true, he could have told her his heart was engaged elsewhere but that was a little too true, instead, he avoided and made excuses. But she seemed to have found a way around that strategy.

“Love, who is joining us this afternoon?” He asked as they were escorted to their seats.

“Emma.”

“Swan? Why did you invite her?” Killian tried to keep his voice level but he couldn’t help the flutter of excitement. Had Elsa managed to match him with the only woman he cared to be with? Quickly he reined in the thought, Emma was just one of their friends and Elsa had likely invited her as a friend.  

As they sat Elsa gave him a chiding look. “Killian, I know. Emma told me.”

He prided himself on his quick mind and ability to understand people and situations, it was one of the reasons he was a good lawyer, but he was struggling to wrap his mind around what Elsa was talking about.

“Told you what, exactly?”

“She told me about, you know.” Elsa smiled and then leaned forward to whisper. “That you two are dating.”

Killian’s mouth dropped open and his mind scrambled to make sense of a word that, up until that moment, had seemed so common. Him and Swan, dating? It was something he had wanted, had thought about more times than he could count, had assumed wasn’t possible because she saw him only as a friend–not boyfriend material as she had once said. It was something he had put far from his mind as he focused on being the kind of steady friend that she needed but now…

“Dating? She told you that?”

“Don’t look so surprised. She is my best friend, she was bound to tell me eventually. And don’t get mad at her either I kind of forced the issue by springing a blind date on her.”

Suddenly Killian understood exactly what had happened. Emma, not wanting to go on a date but not wanting to say why, had reached for an excuse that Elsa couldn’t push away. And since he spent so much time with Emma Elsa hadn’t thought to question it, she had probably squealed in delight at the idea of her two friends getting together. But why hadn’t Emma warned him, told him she was using him to get out of the clutches of well-meaning matchmakers?  

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My Hero

Pairing - Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader

Word Count- 1089

A/N - I literally have zero request you guys. I really need some!! also this is shit lmao sorry

“All of these patients volunteered.”

Bullshit.

They could try and pass it off as civic duty, heroism, whatever. These people did not volunteer. They were forced here for the protection of their families and their country. 

It was a different story for Y/N, however. 

Both of her parents were HYDRA agents. Her father had died during a scrap with some SHIELD agents and she had been left with her mother at the age of ten. She showed no signs of loving her daughter. She never had. As soon as her father was out of the picture, Y/N was automatically put under testing. She was the first official HYDRA experiment.

When she was twelve, she developed Absorption. She could control and master anything she touched. They labeled her a success and she became somewhat of a super solider, only used for drastic missions. Most of the time she was stuck in a cell with nothing but a few books. Then the Maximoff twins were moved next to her.

The walls were thin and voices could carry over easily. The first time Y/N talked to Pietro was when he started to show signs of super speed. She could hear him hitting the walls, trying to stop it.

“Fighting it doesn’t help,” Her voice made Pietro jump. He had forgotten there were other experiments. “Just let it happen and grow. It hurts less.”

It was silent for a long time. Y/N figured that he couldn’t hear her and her attempt to help had been wasted. She heard another bump against the wall. “How long have you been here?” A thick accent carried over to her. He did hear her. 

“I was raised here.” She replied.

“I’m sorry.”

And that was it. 

Over the next few months, they became closer. She would read him chapters of the books she had stored in her tiny cell. He would talk about his sister, what happened to his parents. They never saw each other until they were forced out onto a mission together. Of course, Y/N thought Pietro was gorgeous. His hair was swept lazily to the side, streaks of blonde slowly starting to appear in his dark brown hair. Just another side effect. 

They walked out of the base next to each other, preparing to do whatever they had to do to survive. Y/N glanced at Pietro and give him a tiny smile. “I gotta say, Speedy, I always pictured you as a ginger.”

A smile spread across his face. “You’re just as fascinating and entrancing as I imagined.”

After that, a little bit of butterflies were in the pair’s stomachs every time they talked. A crush. A stupid crush on someone they would never be able to be completely happy with. And yet it just kept inevitably growing. Growing and growing until it became too big to extinguish. They were both fucked.

Then he disappeared. 

Y/N was never told where he went. He had gone on a mission with his sister and never came back. She tried to not feel heart-broken, but she couldn’t drown out the silence from the cell next to her. He was gone. Probably dead. She would never seem him again. 

Week after week, everything built up inside her like a bomb waiting to explode. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t be trapped here any longer. She didn’t want to, but she had to get a little blood on her hands to get out. 

Y/N killed fifteen agents, one of which was her mother. She managed to break out a few fellow experiments, but not all. That was too risky. 

She got as far away from the base as she could before realizing that she didn’t know what to do next. She had no family, no friends. The only person she cared about was more than likely dead. She had no money, no clothes, no shelter. What the hell was she going to do?

She was forced into a life of crime. Stealing food, living on the streets. There was nothing. She was miserable, but it was better than the hell she had been placed in before. 

One dark night, Y/N had been searching frantically for some sort of shelter. It was raining and cold. She barely had any heat seeming as she owned no coat or jacket. She watched her breath float out in front of her. Fuck. She was freezing. She could barely feel her legs. She was going to die out here.  

She felt her strength slip away and sunk down to the pavement.
She woke up in a hospital. 

Or was it a hospital? It looked a bit more.. private? No, this wasn’t a hospital. This was a bedroom. She tried to take in her surroundings, the bright lights making her flinch. She had to figure out where she was. She took in a sharp breath as her feet hit the cold floor, but trudged over to the door and slowly peaked out.

There was no sign of anyone else. A long hallway stretched out to an elevator. She looked out a window and noticed how high she was off the ground. Was this a tower? Where the hell was she? 

“Y/N, you’re awake." 

A familiar thick accent broke her out of confusion.

Y/N spun around and her eyes met with the boy who she thought was dead. His hair was blonde now, any trace of brown was erased. He was in some sort of suit. Was she dreaming? No, she couldn’t be. This felt too real.

"Pietro?” Her voice broke. Damn it. 

He gave her a timid smile. “Did you miss me?”

She let out a choked sob and hugged him. He was alive. She hadn’t left for nothing. 

“Where the hell are we?” She asked, causing him to laugh. 

“Stark Tower,” Pietro brushed a piece of hair out of her face. “It’s a long story, but the short version is I’m working with the Avengers.”

Her face twisted into confusion. “How did you find me?”

“I can’t really explain it,” He bit his lip. “I got an urge to go look for you. I didn’t know why. I thought you were still trapped at the base. I felt like something was wrong and you needed me. And you did.”

Y/N smiled. “You’re my hero, Speedy.”

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Hii could you so b3 for lams? Thank you I love your writing very much!

I FUCKING PROMISED MYSELF NOT TO MAKE THIS MORE THAN THREE PAGES AND I FAILED BECAUSE IT WAS ALMOST 3xs THAT AHAHAHAHA

The Lost Poet

The night was calm and the only sounds Alex could hear were the crickets outside and the gentle hum of the car engine. He didn’t want to get out of the car. He knew he should. He had Phillip waiting for him inside. God knows that boy doesn’t listen to the babysitter when he tells him to go to bed. And still, he couldn’t bring himself to open the door.

“I had fun,” John finally said. Alex looked at him and smiling, feeling his cheeks turn the color of his hair. His curly-haired date bit his lip and turned in his seat. “I know you said you’re not a first-date kind of guy. But this is our third. So… can I-”

Before he could finish, Alex leaned forward and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss he’d been dying to give him. He never thought he’d date again. He didn’t think he’d have the time or the initiative. It hadn’t worked out once. He was married to his work as Eliza had put it.

And then John Laurens came along, finding his son when he’d run off into the aisles. With a single look at him, Alex was a goner. Both of their eyes were blue. But John’s eyes were deeper. Like an ocean. They were bright and changed colors in the light. They were so alive. They took Alex’s breath away completely. And the freckles that dusted his face. It looked like someone had taken a paintbrush and splattered his face with it. He was a complete work of art.

Kissing him felt like unlocking a completely new part of himself. It felt real and whole and perfect. His lips were soft. He didn’t open his mouth too wide, he didn’t try to shove his tongue into his mouth, he didn’t try to control the kiss. It was gentle, slow, and oh so wonderful.

He pulled away and bit his lip as he rested his forehead against John’s. “I’m looking forward to date four,” he whispered.

“Me too,” he answered, pecking his lips lightly. “You should go. Babysitter will be getting nervous.” Alex chuckled and nodded. “Call me,” he called after him.

Alex took a breath and walked to his door, unlocking it and walking in. The babysitter was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Hey. Where’s Phillip?”

“I sent him to bed a while ago. I heard the television, but I figured since it’s a weekend, I didn’t have to pry him away.” Alex smiled and took out his wallet to pay him. “So… third date. Will there be a fourth?”

“Ah,” he chuckled. “Yes, hopefully,” he answered.

“What’s she look like? She’s this big mystery. You know Phillip tried drawing her. Wondering what she looked like.” Alex swallowed and furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he handed over the money. “Okay. Uh, thank you. Have a good night.”

“You too,” he called after him. He walked down the hall and opened the door to Phillip’s room where he was sitting up in bed, staring at the door expectantly. “You’re supposed to be asleep, young man.”

“You weren’t home,” he protested. “When do I see her? Is she going to be my new mom?”

Alex frowned and sat beside him, laying him down and tucking him in. “No one is going to be your new mom,” he said softly. “Mommy is your only one. And no matter who I go out with they won’t replace Mommy. And no matter who Mommy goes out with, they’re not replacing me. Right?” Phillip nodded, but Alex doubted he understood. “Go to sleep,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

His son smiled up at him and Alex felt his heart swell and burst. God, he loved his kid. He loved him so much and even though he and Eliza weren’t together, he wanted him to have them both. He wanted to give him the world. He wanted everything to be perfect for him.

As he turned off the light and started to leave, Phillip’s voice cut through the darkness. “Papa, you didn’t say when I get to meet her.”

Alex hesitated and sighed. “Not yet,” he answered. “Sleep.” He shut the door before his seven-year old could ask more questions.

***

The next week, Alex and John settled on their fourth date. John would be off work, Alex would be able to have a little wiggle room in his own work and cases, and Phillip would be at a sleep over. The day couldn’t come quickly enough. Despite talking on the phone and messaging each other, Alex wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to see John Laurens. He wanted to be able to reach out, touch him, be sure he was there.

He wanted to kiss him again.

But the day they were supposed to go, the Eacker’s called and said their son had come down with a fever. When Alex called his usual babysitter, he was disappointed to hear he wasn’t available. Then again, how could he expect a teenager to sacrifice his Saturday night at the last minute?

With no one to watch after Phillip, Alex knew he couldn’t go on his date. No matter how badly he wanted to see John again, he wouldn’t leave his son with anyone else.

“Phillip,” he called. His son walked in wearing his Ninja Turtle pajamas. “George got sick, so you can’t sleep over tonight.”

Surprisingly, Phillip looked relieved. “Oh good, he’s mean and stupid.” He turned away and hopped onto the couch, fumbling with the remote to watch television before grabbing a journal he liked to doodle in.

Alex scoffed and shook his head with a smile. Phillip was something else.

Then the worst part: telling John. He took a breath and called him, pacing in the kitchen, keeping an eye on Phillip. Part of him hoped John wouldn’t answer. But of course, he did. “John, hi,” he breathed. “Um, some things came up with the people I usually have watching Phillip. I can’t go today. Can we maybe reschedule?”

“Is everything okay there?”

“Yes, of course. It’s just, the other kid got sick and the babysitter isn’t available, so… I can’t leave him.”

There was a slight pause on the other end. And then, “Well, what if I went over there? Would that be okay?”

Alex caught his breath and glanced at Phillip where he was bent over a journal, scribbling furiously with his tongue poking out. “And… meet Phillip?” he questioned.

“If that’s okay,” he answered gently. “It’s up to you, Alexander. But I’d be more than happy.”

He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Okay,” he said. “Uh… Phillip… he doesn’t… I haven’t… told… him….”

“That I’m a guy?” he finished lightly. Alex could almost hear the smile in his voice. “That’s okay. It’s understandable. So should we just reschedule?”

Alex looked over at Phillip who had suddenly been captivated by the screen, a chewed pencil between his teeth. “No,” he answered. “No, I… I want to see you. I just have to figure out how to explain this to him. I’ll send the address.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised. Alex bit his lip and took a shaky breath as he walked over to where Phillip was kneeling to write against the table.

“What are you watching?” he asked.

“Descendants,” he answered. Alex raised an eyebrow as colorfully dressed people danced and sang on the screen. “Wanna watch movies with me?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Let’s get some popcorn.” Phillip stood up and followed after him, insisting on being the one to climb a chair and put the popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, Alex got a couple of sodas and saw Phillip’s eyes brighten. “Yes, you get soda, but only one.”

Yes!” he screeched, pumping a fist in the air. Alex laughed and ruffled his hair. It was Eliza’s brown, wavy with the ends curled. As they sat down to watch the rest of the movie, there was a knock on the door. Phillip frowned and looked up at his father. “Who is it?” he whispered.

Alex gulped and went to answer the door. John was standing on the mat with a smile and nervous blush. “Hello, John Laurens,” Alex said with a fond smile.

“Alexander,” he greeted with that sparkle Alex so loved to see in his eyes. His eyes fell to the small child at his legs, peeking curiously around him. “Hello there,” he greeted. He knelt down and smiled. “You must be Phillip.”

“Phillip, this is John. He’s….”

“I’m a friend,” John offered, smiling reassuringly at Alex.

Phillip furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes brightened with recognition. “You’re the man who found me in the store! I didn’t know you were friends with Papa.”

John smiled and nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I’m glad you remember me.”

“Come on in,” Alex said ushering him in. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“A coke is fine,” he answered as he sat on the couch. Alex nodded and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, John was glancing at Phillip who was poking at his teeth after a handful of popcorn, eyes flitting from the television to him. He noticed a paper on the table and pointed to it. “What’s that?”

“Just writing,” he answered.

“You like to write?” Phillip nodded. “Like stories?”

He shook his head. “Poems. Like Shel Silver-something. And Jack Frost.”

He smiled to himself. Shel Silverstein and Robert Frost. “Well, you sure are your dad’s son,” he said softly. “Can I read it?” Phillip hesitated then handed the paper to him. He scurried back to his popcorn, eating nervously.

The poem talked about a city. The cars and the sounds, the people he saw every day. With the repeated verse, “In the city, in the city,” every four lines. It was good for a seven-year old. It was observant. IT was surprising. But of course, with someone like Alexander as his father, it made sense Phillip would have some of his brain and skill.

He was smiling and when he glanced up, he saw Phillip’s eyes dart away from him. “This is really, really good,” he said sincerely. “How many poems have you written?”

Immediately, the seven-year old clambered over to him. “I have a folder. I used to have a journal, but I always ripped the pages. They’re not good sometimes.”

“Buddy, this is better than anything I could write. I’m a horrible poet.”

Phillip’s eyes lit up. “You think I’m a poet?” He pulled himself to his knees, very nearly sitting on John. “Like a real, for real poet?”

John chuckled and nodded. “Of course,” he answered. “And when you grow up, I bet you’ll have a book of poems published.” Phillip smiled so widely, John may as well have told him he won a million dollars to spend at Chuck E. Cheese’s.

“You wanna see my toys?” he asked. He hopped off the couch and pulled on his arm until John was following him to a room. He turned and saw Alexander standing at the kitchen with a look of shock and a soda can in his hand.

He followed behind them, staying at the door while John was pulled to the floor. “Look, I have these cars,” Phillip said, tugging out a fire truck filled with small cars. “I like to line them up in a super long line. And with colors. This one is my favorite. I want one like this when I grow up.” He held up a shiny red convertible with door that swung open. “But this one is my most fastest,” he continued, holding up a blue impala. “Wanna race? Or do you wanna look at my books?”

Alex leaned against the doorframe, smiling to himself as John grabbed a car and leaned forward, preparing to race. The two of them began to race their cars along the floor. John followed suit as Phillip made his car jump onto the drawer and dresser.

“Whoa, hey wait a minute,” John protested. “You’re blocking me!” Phillip giggled mischievously and continued to race his car, positioning his arm so John’s would be able to pass. “That’s not fair!” John laughed, abandoning his car and lifting Phillip up as he laughed uncontrollably. John began to tickle him, causing him to shriek and kick as he laughed.

Alex’s smile was so wide, his cheeks hurt. “I wasn’t blocking! You’re just a bad driver,” he gasped between laughter. John finally relented and sat back with him in his lap.

“I am an awesome driver,” he said. He looked up and met Alex’s eyes, his cheeks flushed from the laughter. “Right?”

“I’m going to have to side with my kid here,” Alex said teasingly. John groaned and smiled at Phillip. “Your soda,” he said, handing it over. John took it as Alex sat down on the floor with them. “We still doing movie night, bud?” he asked his son.

“Yeah. Can we watch Avengers?” Alex nodded and Phillip scrambled to his cabinet to grab the movie. “I want to sit with him,” he said, pointing to John. Alex couldn’t fight his smile.

“Okay,” he answered. They left the room and Alex put on the movie while Phillip sat on John’s lap with a bowl of popcorn on his own. Alex turned off the light and sat beside John. The arm that wasn’t holding onto Phillip was laying at his side. And as the movie began, his hand began to press against Alex’s, making him bite his lip before interlocking their hands.

With Phillip distracted, Alex wasn’t worried about being close to John. When the movie was almost over, Phillip’s head lolled and rested against John’s chest. By the time the movie was over, Phillip had completely knocked out, complete with an open mouth and light snores. John leaned into Alex and smirked. “Is this how you look when you sleep?”

“What? No,” he scoffed. John hummed and shook his head teasingly. “Hold on, let me get him to bed.” He stood up and extended his arms, but John shook his head.

“I got him.” He stood, carrying Phillip like a sleeping monkey to his room. Alex pulled back his bedsheets and John laid him down.

Alex tucked him in and started to leave, when he woke up. “Papa?” Alex stopped and waited. “Will your friend come back? I like him. He’s fun and nice.”

The sleepy mumbles made Alex’s heart swell and he smiled at him. “Yes, I think so,” he answered. “Go to sleep, son.”

“G’night, Papa.”

“Goodnight, Phillip.” He kissed his forehead then started to leave the room, taking John’s hand on the way out. He smiled at him and took a relieved breath. “Well, he likes you,” he said proudly.

“That’s good to hear. He’s a great kid, Alexander. Smart. And absolutely adorable.” Alex smiled and led John back to the couch. “Can I ask you something?” He hummed and began to play with his fingers. “I know you haven’t told him about the dates. But… I guess I’m wondering if you haven’t told him because… you don’t know if we’ll work out or… if it’s because I’m a guy. I mean… have you ever dated a guy before?”

Alex frowned and shifted. “I think it’s both. I don’t know. Before, I didn’t really have time to think about dating. I just wanted to finish school, go to college. Make my life different than most foster kids and orphans that remain in the system. Then I met Eliza and… everyone sort of expected us to be together. And I did love her. But I also feel like I wasn’t completely in that relationship. Not because she’s a woman, but… because I didn’t try. I cheated on her. I hurt her. And although it hurt when she left, I also knew that it meant I could start over.” He sighed and looked at John in the eyes. “I didn’t think I’d bother falling for someone again. Then you come into my life and… now you’re meeting Phillip.” He leaned in closer and gulped nervously.

“John Laurens, I like you a lot. And it’s kind of scary if I’m honest. But I don’t doubt what I feel just because you’re a guy. Trust me. I want to try this out. I want to….” He broke off, not really knowing what to ask much less how to ask.

But then, John leaned in and kissed him, removing his hand from Alex’s so he could cup his face. “Me too,” he whispered.

The next morning, Alex was drinking a coffee at his table, waiting for Phillip to come asking for food. He was still giddy and excited over the previous night. Four dates weren’t a lot to go off, but then again, that’s what official dating was for, right? Now it was just a matter of talking to Phillip about the situation.

A few moments later, Phillip shuffled into the kitchen, yawning widely. “I’m gonna get Coco Puffs,” he announced. Alex nodded and watched him as he climbed onto the counter for a bowl and tugged the milk gallon to the table with two hands.

Once he’d gotten his bowl of cereal and sat down to eat, Alex cleared his throat and took a breath. “So,” he began. “What did you think of John?”

Phillip looked up and tilted his head. “I like him. He’s super nice. He liked my poem!”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile. He nodded and kept eating. “I like him too,” he said hesitantly. “A lot. And… I was wondering if you would be okay with having him come over more.” Phillip opened his mouth to answer, but Alex stopped him. “Hold on, son,” he said. He took a breath and tried to put it in the simplest terms. “He wouldn’t just be my friend. He’d be my boyfriend. Are you okay with that?”

Phillip looked confused. “Boyfriend? You can do that?”

He nodded and bit his lip. “Some people do. There’s some people who don’t like it, and they can be mean about it. But yes, he can be my boyfriend. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says. Except for you, Phillip. If you don’t want me to, then-”

Ohh!” he exclaimed suddenly. Alex’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s why you said I wasn’t getting another mommy, right? Because I’m getting another daddy? When do you get married?”

His eyebrows went up and his mouth open as he stared at his son. Eventually, he began to laugh nervously. “Oh, no Phillip,” he explained. “It’s not… we’re not getting married. Right now, I just want to know if it’s okay with you for him to be my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” he said, deflating. “Well, okay. I like him. I want him to come over more and play with me. Oh, and he can go to open house! And the school carnival!” Alex smiled and thanked whatever holy deity had blessed him with such a perfect, wonderful son. If he failed at everything else, he didn’t care. So long as he was a good enough father.

“I still think you should get married,” he mumbled. Alex chuckled and shook his head.

*** 2 years later because I’m weak ***

“Papa, my bow tie is too tight,” Phillip whined.

“You’re just not used to it, son,” he said with a smile. “Where’s the pillow? Remember you have to take care of that.” Phillip groaned and turned away, heading to another room.

As he walked by, he saw his mommy standing with aunt Angie and Peggy. “Sweetheart, where’s your father?” she asked when she saw him.

“Getting ready over there,” he answered. “I have to find the pillow.”

“Come here, let me fix your hair,” she said reaching out.

Phillip threw his hands up to cover his hair as he ducked. “No! Momma stop!” he whined. “I have to go.” She put a hand on her hip, but he continued to the other room. “Daddy?” he called. He found him sitting on a chair looking through his phone. “Daddy, my bowtie is too tight, and Papa won’t let me fix it, and Momma says my hair needs to be fixed, and I can’t find the pillow.”

John smiled stood from the chair, kneeling in front of him. “I got you, little man,” he said with a smile. He loosened the bowtie and fixed the shirt so it wasn’t to noticeable. Then he fixed his hair so it wouldn’t look like a cowlick or a tangled mess. “And the pillow is with Theo’s flower basket. It’s okay.” Phillip nodded and bit on the inside of his cheek. “What’s Papa look like?”

“Fancy,” he said. “So, after today, you’ll be my daddy for real, right? I mean, you are already because you go to my soccer games and my spelling bees and my open house and you take me to school and buy me books and food, but like for real, for real?”

John smiled and fixed his collar. “For real, for real,” he answered. Phillip smiled and wrapped his arms around him.

“I love you,” he said. “I have to find the pillow now. I’ll stay with Theo.” He turned away and rushed to find the flower girl.

Half an hour later, Alex was standing behind a door, waiting to walk out and see his fiancé. He was anxious. It was strange to have his ex-wife there, despite being on good terms. She got along well with John. And Phillip loved him. John often teased Alex saying he was sure Phillip loved him more than he did.

Finally, he was given the okay to open the door. His eyes immediately found John across the room and the blue in them seemed to intensify the second he saw him. Barely able to keep from running, they met in the center and smiled at each other. John was dressed in blue and Alex in gray. There was no doubt in his mind that this was what he wanted.

John was the only one who could calm him down when he was overwhelmed with work. He was always there for him, talking sense into him when his temper made him reckless. He cared for Phillip like he was his own. He was perfect. He was everything Alex never knew he needed.

And Alex couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was as they both walked down the aisle, hand in hand, all through the ceremony until the last “I do.”

Later, at the ceremony, there were a few slow love songs playing softly while food was served and people congratulated the newlyweds. Then, Eliza’s voice echoed through the room. “Ah, there we go,” she breathed. “Okay. Alex, John… congratulations. As your friends and as your family, we couldn’t be happier for you. However, this wasn’t meant to be my speech. There’s a little surprise that was supposed to come after dinner, but we can’t wait. Your son has something he’d like to say. And just so you know, he’s been practicing for this just about every day since you got engaged.” She smiled and looked at Phillip who was standing and fidgeting nervously beside her with a paper in his hands. “Phillip? Take it away.”

She handed him the microphone and Phillip shuffled, glancing around as people looked at him. “Um, okay,” he said. “I wrote this for my papa and my new dad.” He cleared his throat and looked at his paper. “My name is Phillip, and I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine, now I have a mom and two dads to call all mine.” Alex chuckled and smiled widely at him. “I remember Papa being sad one day after another, then Daddy found me in the store and everything got better. Now Papa smiles every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Applause erupted, and John and Alex stood clapping and smiling proudly. “Bravo!” Alex called. He hurried to walk around the table and Phillip hopped off the stage to run towards him. Alex caught him in his arms and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “I love you so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Papa,” he said.

“That was amazing,” he said with a smile. He picked him up and John came up beside them, pulling Phillip into his own hug.

“You really will be a famous poet one day, Phillip,” he told him. “Thank you so much.”

Phillip smiled cheekily and hugged them simultaneously. “I told you you’d get married.”

14. Sex Toys

Word Count: 1184
Summary: In which Bucky and the Reader get bored with their sex life and decide to add in a little something extra.
Written by: @mrpotterinthetardis
Warnings: Obvious sexual content, sex toys, possible swearing, Bucky being a little shit, little bit of fluff

Originally posted by xolovexohate

You had no idea sex could be boring. All your life, you’d seen films that glorified it, made it look like losing your virginity was magical, and that it was always passionate. Not entirely. Sure, you lost your virginity like many others, though it was a little painful, but you felt nothing. You didn’t have an explosive orgasm like the movies. You felt nothing. And that still hadn’t changed. You did your research, thinking there was something wrong with you, but nope, you were just like the majority of the female population; no magic penis would make you cum during sex. Masturbating was a different story, altogether. You could make yourself release in record time. but no matter what, you just couldn’t with a partner.

That changed when you met James Barnes.

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A/N: For the lovely person who asked for “Can you do a Jughead x Betty after 1.06 where the rest of their friends find out about them? :)” I hope I did it justice. Thank you! 


The two teens thought they were being smooth, only exchanging short glances and private smiles throughtout the day. The looks they gave each other were like a secret code between them. After the kiss they shared the other day, it set something into motion neither of them were expecting. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, moments, but to Betty and Jughead it felt like the world stopped. He framed her face in his hands, pulling back slowly, gasping for air after he bravely leaned in and moved his lips against her soft pink ones. Betty’s lips moved with his without hesitation. Betty wasn’t expecting it, she didn’t see it coming, but when it happened the first thought that invaded her mind – I want more.

Jughead’s rough lips drew her in and sent an electric shock through her body. When was the last time she had been kissed like that? Was she ever kissed like that? There was tenderness and a tease of passion behind that kiss. Jughead had gathered up the courage to go in to offer her some comfort. He had held his breath until the distance between the teens were centimeters. Then, he mentally kicked himself and did it. If she rejected him, he would prepared himself. If she yelled at him to get out, he would run out the window and respect her wishes. He actually didn’t have the intention of going in there to kiss her. It was more of an impulse than a well calculated move.

After her freaking out thinking she was crazy, he felt they needed something in the midst of all the chaos going on around them. Now they were in this position where they weren’t sure where they stood or if it was going to become anything. Kisses happened between people and they didn’t always carry so much meaning. But the blonde and dark-haired boy – that wasn’t their narrative. The teens actually hadn’t approached the topic verbally.

Betty pressed her lips together when they were sitting close during lunch. She dragged her fingers through her ponytail, trying to distract herself from staring at Jughead’s lips, wondering if he slathered on his Chapstick. She wanted to taste those lips once more – Chapstick and all. They had only briefly touched base on the kiss, and they weren’t quite ready to share with their friends about their friendship going beyond just playing Sherlock Holmes.

“Betts.” Jughead nervously said her name as he cleaned his hands. The perky blonde turned her attention toward him, meeting his eyes. She resisted the urge to lunge forward and close any extra space they had between them. She was done with her plate of food, so she shoved the Styrofoam away from her taking the apple from the tray.

“Juggie?” She questioned as opposed to stating. His name left her mouth with a higher pitch than usual she noted. The raven-haired boy looked from her eyes toward her lips, unknowingly licking his own, remembering that kiss. Suddenly, he felt his lips feel a tinge of heat as if that touch came to life again. Betty wiped the apple with a napkin before taking a bite from it, leaving a pink stain from her lipstick on the fruit. Jughead’s eyes followed the apple as she set it down on the napkin.

“I…” He stuttered. Jughead was rarely a person who struggled for words, even if it was a lightening-fast quip with no emotion attached. But right now, he didn’t know what to say. His mind was drawing blanks, going back to that kiss. He wanted to be able to climb up her window, see her beaming and helping him inside. They could make it their routine, something for them. But then that would mean they could possibly take the leap of becoming a couple. As much as Jughead had deep feelings for Betty, he wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for that step. Perhaps he needed more time, and maybe he needed to start speaking to get Betty to stop looking at him with that worried face of hers. “I want to kiss you again.” He finally blurted out, seeing Betty’s green eyes go wide.

“Again?!” Veronica and Kevin exclaimed at the same time as they approached the picnic table with their lunches in hand. Jughead and Betty simultaneously turned their heads toward their friends, with a deer-caught-in-headlights expression over their faces. The two teens started to talk over each other, making hand gestures, failing miserably at explaining themselves. Veronica and Kevin exchanged a glance and a smirk, taking their seats across from the two blabbers.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 13] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by boysgroup

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: fluff? this is more for the plot later on. yeah.

Warnings: swearing and my makeshift writing

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A/N: So this one is pretty short. I would like to apologize for this weekend It was so anticlimatic, but I do have a lot more scenarios that I have to post. Sorry life just seems to get in the way of everything. The next chapter has a lot more Ji Yong x Reader stuff, although it’s also pretty short. The next chapter also marks half way into the series! Woo!! As always, my inbox is open and loves getting stuff!

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“Are you sure I should be out of my room? You heard what Yongie said.” Youngbae scoffed. He leads you down a few halls, turning every once and awhile. You had changed from your bloody clothes earlier, but the small shorts and the big tee shirt seemed to be a bad choice to be running around the building.The once dead hall was now filled with people, which was the reason you were questioning why you didn’t change.

“You’re listening to what he says now?” Youngbae said. You rolled your eyes. Youngbae takes you down a hallway you’ve never been through before.

“Where are we even going?” You ask.

“Conference room,” he says shortly.  “Ji Yong isn’t gonna be there though. He’s resting.”

“Thank God,” you mutter. “He’s so stubborn.”

“You are too princess,” Youngbae chuckled. “Remember that time you didn’t want to leave the playground for dinner, so you made your mother bring dinner to you.”

“Hey, I was six! That‘s not fair,” you say. A smile was displayed on both of your faces. It felt good to smile a genuine smile, especially after what happened with both Kwons. Youngbae stopped walking as you reached a dark colored door. You could hear loud but muffled voices through the door. Youngbae opened the door and stepped aside, letting you in.

“That’s a stupid ass idea,” you hear a familiar female voice say.

“Do you have a better idea for the shit head that came in here and killed, as far as we know, fifteen men?” Said a deeper voice.

“I’m pretty sure he had someone kill more people on the inside,”

“Is my idea stupid now?!”

“Just as stupid as your haircut,” Seungri said. Youngbae cleared his throat and everyone stopped talking, their attention now on you. The room’s walls were a dark red color contrasting with the light colored carpet. A big table was centered in the middle of the room, chair and people around said table. On the far edge of the table sat a big chair, empty, unlike the other chairs that circled the table. The occupants of the chairs are what interested you.

“Dara unnie? Bom unnie?” You asked. They smiled at you, Dara waving.

“Yah (Y/N)! You don’t even say hi to Minzy and me?” Chaerin says shaking her head. A small smile ghosts on your face.

“Well I knew that you were in the mafia, but Dara unnie and Bom unnie? And Minzy?” You groan. Chaerin crosses her arms.

“Who told you about me?” She asks.

“Ji Yong,” Youngbae says.  Youngbae closes the door behind him and places his hand on your back. “Now we can get to that later. We have things we have to take care of. (Y/N), go sit in the chair at the far edge.”

Youngbae pointed towards the bigger, fancier chair of the table. Some of the people eyed you as you walked towards the chair, Youngbae right behind you. A girl with blonde hair and brown roots eyed you suspiciously. As you sat down she finally spoke. “Who is she?”

“She’s (Y/N) if you didn’t hear Youngbae oppa,” Chaerin said.

“So you’re (Y/N),” one of the many boys said. His hair was swept back in a way that should’ve looked messy, but somehow looked very put together. You nod your head nervously. You looked to Youngbae who sat to your right, along with Daesung. Both the eldest and the youngest Seunghyun sat to your left, the older’s phone out in his hand. You looked at it curiously and then looked up at Seunghyun.

“It’s Ji Yong,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“He does know that resting also means not working right?” You mutter.

“I can hear you Princess,” Ji Yong said, his voice slightly distorted through the phone. A light blush started to appear on your face, but you quickly shook the feeling of embarrassment off.

“I get that she’s close to G Dragon,” another person says. “But why is she so important right now?”

“Because she’s close to Flynn,” Seungri said. You looked at him, eyes wide. He gives you a reassuring smile. “And the only thing she has to do for you is talk about Flynn. Got it?”

A chorus of ‘yes’ and okays erupted through the room. They all turned to you, looking at you expectantly. You gave Seunghyun a nervous look, which was returned by a reassuring smile from him. You look at Youngbae, a determined look on your face. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t think we need the backstory of your relationship with him. Agreed?” Seungri said. Youngbae and many others nodded their heads.

“You’re still telling me later,” Chaerin said. You smiled at her and nodded her head.

“Okay so I met him in college, he was roughly twenty-two at the time, so he’s thirty now. He was born in Busan. He wanted to become a business owner like his dad. His mom was-”

“This is great and all, but how can we use this information?” The blond girl said. You looked at Youngbae. You didn’t know what to say or what to do.

“Well, we know a few things,” Ji Yong said through the phone. You look at the phone, waiting for him to continue. “We know that he probably looked up to his father. Trust me, if you’re taking over your father's’ company you look up to him.”

A small smirk formed on your face. It started to fade away as you started to realize what happened. “He got into the mafia when his father died.”

“What?” Daesung said. Seungri seemed to catch on.

“Flynn said that his father died sometime after he came home from college,” Seungri started.

“With his father dying that must’ve driven him to the mafia,” Bom concluded.

“More likely that someone from the mafia killed his dad,” Chaerin added. You nodded your head.

“It wouldn’t be hard for him to know Big Bang from there,” one of the boys said. The boy next to him nodded his head. The second boy looked oddly similar to Ji Yong, although you could tell the difference between him and your Ji Yong any day. The look on his face bothered you. Something seemed to bother him until he finally spoke up. “What about his mom? Some sort of authority figure over him that would really convince him not to be in the mafia?”

“If anyone were to stop him, it’d be his mom. He never really cared for the police,” you say. The Ji Yong look alike frowned. “His mom passed away while we were in college.”

“So nothing could really stop him from joining,” the first boy said.

“Yeah, but he had a full business for him right?” Another boy asked. God, you needed to learn names for everyone here.

“Kinda, as big as the business is, or was at the time, I highly doubt that it could’ve lasted long without someone to lead it.” You add in. Youngbae nods his head.

“We should start with that,” Daesung said. “Get to know the details of his past. It’ll help us figure out more about it.”

“And it’ll help us end him,” a different boy said. Your eyes go wide a little, and you look down at the table. Seungri took note of this and decided to speed up the meeting.

“Let’s split up into groups,” he said. “WINNER, go figure out more about his dad’s business. I wanna know everything I can about what they did, who his father was and any and all connections they had. Understand?”

Ji Yong’s look alike’s face contorted in confusion. “Where do we even start?”

“Flynn’s last name is Jones,” you say. Everyone looks to you again, but you continue looking at the look alike. “He’s a foreigner in Korea so that alone should make it a bit easier to find. I don’t know the company name though.”

The look alike nodded his head, a hint of blush barely visible on his cheeks. Seungri had a small smile on his face as he looked at you. Youngbae cracked his knuckles and looked at a different group of boys. “iKon, you go dig up some information on how Flynn was as a kid. His childhood, his teenage years, how he acted, what he did. That’ll help figure out his behavior.”

“What’s his old-”

“It’s in the Haeundae-Gu district. I don’t know his actual address though,” you say quickly adding an apology for cutting him off. The group of boys nodded their heads and left the room, leaving Chaerin, Bommie, Dara, Minzy and the other four girls.

“I’m guessing we’re gonna renew old connections?” Chaerin asked. Youngbae nodded his head. One of the girls spoke up. “What about us?”

“You guys are still new,” Seungri said. “Focus more on keeping your land and your gang together, and make sure you’re getting more than enough resources. Okay?” They nodded their heads and quickly left the room. Leaving 2ne1 and Big Bang in the room.

“So, how was your first meeting?” Seungri asked. Seunghyun stood up and moved to the corner of the room, his phone pressed to his ear. You let out a small laugh.

“It’s not my thing, but it was so bad.” Chaerin smiles. She gets up from her chair, followed by the rest of the 2ne1.

“We better get going,” she says. She turns towards you and pulls you into a hug. You gladly hug her back, pulling away after a few seconds. “You always have my number if you need to get away from the guys. I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks, Chaerin,” you say smiling. “I’ll text you.”

She sends off one last smile before leaving. Dara hugs you, soon joined by Bom, then Minzy and Chaerin then joins in as well. You laugh in the center of all four girls. You felt oxygen enter your lungs as all four girls let go. You laugh as you wave them goodbye, watching them leave the room.

“Now what?” You say. Daesung lets out a soft chuckle.

“We can take you back to your room,” Seungri said.

“Or, if you want you could help heal some of the injured from tonight,” Daesung added. You looked at Daesung confused until you remember what happened to the previous doctor.

“Sure, I’ll help.” Daesung smiles at you. He stands up from his chair and get’s ready to leave. “Seungri’s coming too.”

“What why?” He asks. You smile at him and gesture to Youngbae.

“I’m pretty sure Youngbae is busy.” You looked over to him, and he confirmed with a nod of his head. “And Seunghyun is talking on the phone. Plus I need extra hands.”

“Isn’t Daesung young enough help?” He whines. You roll your eyes.

“What if something happens to Daesung and it’s just me around a bunch of men with motives that might not be good for me?” You ask. He glares at you, and you pout in return. It takes him a minute, but you know you won as he groans in defeat.

“Fine,” Seungri says, getting up from his seat. “Let’s go to the infirmary.”

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AN//: hello dis is 4u. I made it. special thx to my friend @rogueimagination for givin me writing advice and givin me da courage 2 post. plss let me kno what u think !!! much love <3

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + Reader

Word Count: 3364

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by fandoms-always

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


“I guess what I’m saying is… we should see other people.”

I bit my lip hard and held back tears. A million thoughts ran through my head at once, but nothing seemed to make sense. Weren’t we happy together? I guess not. Because here I am, getting dumped.

What did I do? Why doesn’t he like me anymore? Did he even like me to begin with? There must be another girl. No, he would never cheat.

I lifted the corners of my lips as much as I could without falling apart.

“Yes, I think that would be best too,” I lied. Not wanting to look pathetic by overreacting and breaking down, but also wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

I turned away but found myself glancing back at him one last time.

“Goodbye Dylan.”

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Survive

Summary: Sebastian has a secret that threatens to destroy your relationship

Warnings: angst, fluff, angry reader, sad Sebastian

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

A/n: I just wrote this now in like one or two hours so sorry if it sucks 😅

You moved in with him only a couple of weeks ago and since then everything went wrong. Sebastian was always a very attentive person, caring and doting but lately he just didn’t try anymore. It was like you moving in with him was some sort of security for him. You felt like he took you for granted and didn’t care anymore. 

You wouldn’t mind if he would at least show a little interest every now and then but there was nothing. All he seemed to care about was his job and workout and you ? you were somewhere further down on the list. It made you angry to think about it. It made you feel like you weren’t worth it and none the less it made you feel insecure. 


You reached the point where you didn’t even know if you wanted to continue the relationship with him. 

You sat on the couch of your shared living room waiting patiently for Sebastian to come home. You were reading an article on a newspaper but you weren’t focused on it as you tried to hold back your tears. 

You tried to bottle everything up for to long and it all came up now. The anger. The fear. The worries. 


Because today was the day on which you would say goodbye to the love of your life and move on. You decided you didn’t want to feel like this anymore. You wanted to be appreciated and special, not just someone who is here now and gone later. 

Of course it was a hard step, you loved Sebastian like on the first day but you didn’t feel right with what the two of you had anymore. It was time for you to stop looking back. 

Hearing the keys you quickly whipped away the tears that threatened to spill and composed yourself for what was about to happen. Sebastian walked into the room immediately spotting you on the couch and his eyes landed on the magazine you were reading. You ripped small cracks into the page a sign for your nervousness but he forced himself to forget about it. 

He knew you weren’t feeling alright. He knew something was on your mind. He knew for a while know and he was about yo make it worse. He knew that too. 

Trying to keep himself steady he walked over to you and kissed your forehead. 

He held the paper bag in his hands up and smiled proudly at you “date night tonight”. 

You closed the magazine and laid it onto the couch next to you as you opened your mouth. 

“ you better get ready honey no excuses" 

He told you before you were able to do something. 


“Sebastian I need-“ 

“I told you no excuses” he warned playfully with small smile playing on his lips. He went away and into the kitchen grabbing onto the counter to support himself. A sigh left his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. 

He knew you. He knew what you wanted to do. He had to clear this of. 


It pained him, seeing you so hurt and concerned and he was so stupid doing this to you. He pretended he didn’t care. He pretended it was all alright. He pretended that you were just nothing special when in fact you were everything he ever needed and it was all about to fall down. 


He steadied himself and made his way to the kitchen table. 


You were sat in the living room. He left you in confusion and totally insecure about your next step. You decided to give in and get dressed in a nice outfit for date night. It was the last little piece of hope you had. Maybe tonight was the night where he’d start to care again. Maybe after tonight everything would be good again. 

You took a long shower, you hoped it could soothe your sore muscles a bit and would make you feel better but the result was pretty disappointing. 

You stepped out of the shower with a sigh and got dressed. You didn’t know if you should put much effort in how you looked like or not. You simply decided for a jeans and a plain black plain shirt, leaving your hair open and putting on only a little make up. You figured if he really still loved you he wouldn’t care about what you looked like, and if he stopped loving you you wouldn’t be disappointed in yourself for putting too much effort into tonight.


 You left the room and your bare feet tapped down the stairs. The small noises you made caught Sebastian’s attention as he silently watched you going over to the table he set up.

 He watched you look down in sadness for a short while, a sigh leaving your lips before you looked up again and  smiled. He knew you weren’t in the mood for smiling and it hit him like a rock.

 He was so stupid but at the same time so afraid. He wanted to put up candles and he wanted to cook but instead he just sat up plates and take away. He cursed himself for being like that. 

He needed to tell you.

 He noticed you walking over to him and he set up a tight smile. You walked to the fridge without even looking at him and took a bottle of water. He looked after you as you left and sat down at the table playing with the hem of your shirt and taking a sip every now and then. 


He couldn’t help but stare. You always told him about how you didn’t like your eyes and your nose. You told him how you wished you had another hair colour and you wished for another face shape. He never understood where all that came from, he found everything on you beautiful from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. He was in awe every time he looked at you and he wished you would see yourself the way he sees you. You were beautiful I’m anyway and he wished he could make you believe it. 


Another sigh left his lips and he made his way to the table sitting across from you. He opened the food boxes and gave you one with Chinese noodles and chicken.  


You glared up at him and pushed the box away, the anger boiling again. “I hate chines food"you growled angrily and he looked up to you wide eyed "you do?" 


Your index finger tapped a beat on the table trying to calm you down "yes I’m that kind of girl”  you hissed. 


You looked at him for a while, your finger stopped tapping the beat and now, now you just waited for any sign of response. But he didn’t say anything. 

A tear escaped your eyes as you realized what that meant, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your chair.  "Everybody knows me except you” you whispered softly and walked away. 


He looked down onto the table and buried his eyes in his palms. 


He heard steps again and looked up to see you walking across the room with a bag in your hand.

“What are you doing?” He urged in confusion.


“I’m leaving Sebastian, I’ll come and get my clothes when you are at the gym tomorrow.“ 


"Y/n" 


"Its better this way Sebastian.”

 He shot up from his chair and he didn’t trust his voice when he said “please don’t go” you looked at him sadly.

He looses you. He had to tell you know. 

He had to.

 "Please I… Don’t think I can make it without you.“ He told you as he came closer and closer.

 "Make what” you questioned.

“Y/n please I need you.” He urged and took both your hands in his as he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. 


“Sebastian… You don’t even want this anymore” you muttered in sadness.


He leaned back and looked at you in concern. 

He had to tell you. It was hard but he had to. 

He let go of one of your hands and started walking to the bedroom and dragged you with him. Once there he gently pushed you down to sit on the bed as he walked to his closet. 


You looked at him in confusion. You saw that something was wrong, his whole body was tense and he moved slow. 


He opened the door and reached for the upper shelf where he took out two boxes. He came back to you and sat in front of you. 

“I had a couple of girlfriends over the last few years.” He started his eyes already watery and now you felt a hint of guilt and you couldn’t stop yourself from scooting closer and laying your hand onto his arm for comfort. 

He smiled at you as he continued. “And with some of them it felt like it was a really good thing. I thought they were the one.”

He opened the first box and it revealed a couple of pictures and jewelry. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how much money he must’ve spend on them. 


“This is stuff I bought them I never got to give any of it to any of them tho. I was really in love with them” he paused and you looked up into his eyes. “ but they weren’t honest with me, just together with me because of my career. Most of them broke up with me and told me. Some of them just played with my feelings and never wanted something when in fact I told them I loved them.”


He looked down at the jewelry, not even noticing the tears that slipped out of your eyes. You couldn’t believe all this was true. It was horrible to even think about this, you wondered how some people were able to do something like this.


“I swore myself that I’d never make a mistake like that again, I didn’t trust a woman and I didn’t fall in love anymore.”

He looked back up at you and just then noticed the tear, whipping it away with his thumb.


“But then I met you” he smiled softly.

“And you are so different. And you have that glow, and you are such a polite person. And you made me fall in love with you y/n. I just love everything about you.”

 He opened the second box and placed it in your lap. You looked down and your jaw dropped. In it were at least three times more jewelry than in the other box, it was too much to count. Necklaces, earrings, little things to show his affection. He didn’t need to get you anything, you always told him and it was fine. But still he got all those little things, which you were sure didn’t have a little price.


“But then I remembered what happened so often and I got so insecure. I asked myself ‘what if I’m wrong again?’.

And I tried to push you away. Because I need you.”


He took both your hands in his and tilted your chin up with his thumb. 

“I didn’t want to depend on you because I knew, if you’d break this of like all the others did, I wouldn’t survive it. And that’s why I started pushing you away, I tried to make sure you weren’t able to break me." 


You looked into his eyes before he dropped them, simply ashamed of his actions. You couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned in and kissed him. He kissed you back softly but you could feel how sad he was. 


"You should’ve told me seb” you whispered softly.


“I was too scared” he mumbled against your lips. “I love you too much y/n I can’t loose you.”


 "You almost did” you stated making him look up to you and you kissed him again. 

“You made me feel very bad seb… I can understand where you come from now but I don’t know if I can handle that again.” You said a tear slipping from your eyes.


“I promise I will tell you what’s wrong from now on.” He kissed your tear away and looked at you again “I know you hate Chinese food, your favourite is Italian.“ 

He told you making both of you chuckle. 

He soon became serious and brought his hands up to your neck and pulling you closer so he could rest his fore head against yours. "I love you”. He waited for a response but instead of telling him, you kissed him deeply, your hands resting on his chest as your lips melted together.

“ I love you too” you told him as you pulled away. 


And in that moment both of you knew, you couldn’t survive without each others love. 

It would kill you. 

Him. 

And you. 


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