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Skam week. Part 26

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Friday 3:35pm

It’s coming. That’s what Sana thought when the bell that indicated the end of the classes rang. She had spent the whole night thinking about that exact moment, the moment when she would have to face him, this time for real. No excuses, no escaping, no avoiding. Just the both of them, in front of each other, talking about them. She would listen to him and he would listen to her and then they would have to make a decision, stop everything or take the plunge and try.

She got out of her class and walked down the hallway thinking about what she was about to face when she heard someone calling her.

“Hey! Sana!” Noora said approaching her “How are you?”

“I’m fine, I guess” she said

“Have you talked to him?” Noora asked not knowing if she should.

“No. Or yes. I mean, he texted me last night. Apparently Elias told him that I like him”

“No he didn’t!” Noora said widening her eyes

Yes, he did.” Sana said rolling her eyes “He heard us talking yesterday and went to talk to Yousef and ask him for an explanation”

“And did he give one?”

“Yeah, but Elias only told me some things, I actually want to hear it from him”

“That means you’re going to talk to him?” Noora stopped her and smiled

“I texted him last night, I told him we could talk after school” Sana said biting her lip.

That’s awesome!”

“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do yet. But I’m willing to listen to him, though”

“Of course, no pressure”

“Have you…” Sana started, fearing the answer to the question she was about to ask “Have you talked to him?”

“Me?” Noora asked confused. Then she understood what she was insinuating “No, no, no. Sana, no. We don’t talk. He only texted me yesterday via Facebook because he thought you may listen to me instead of him. But we don’t text each other. At all”

“Okay, that’s good to know” Sana said smiling to herself

“Aw, look at you all smiley!” Noora said tenderly

“I still have to hear his side of the story but at least now I’m in a better place than where I was a week ago”

“Of course, and no one is expecting you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with but it’s nice to see you smiling and that he’s able to make you smile like that”

“Yeah…” Sana said biting her lip “I’m actually really nervous, I’m shaking right now”

Sana showed Noora her hands and she was in fact shaking.

“What if I mess it up? What if he messes it up? What if he’s changed his mind?” Sana said worried

“Hey, don’t think about that. Just wait and see what happens”

Sana nodded and both of the girls restarted their way out of the building when Sana heard her name being called again. This time it wasn’t one girl but three the ones approaching them, Eva, Chris and Vilde.

“Sana, wait!” Eva yelled.

The three girls got to them and stopped in front of them clearly nervous.

“Sana, we want to apologize about yesterday” Chris started “we didn’t react the way we were supposed to. We should’ve left with you instantly but we were so shocked in that moment. But still, it’s not an excuse and we’re sorry”

“And also, we’re sorry we’ve been shitty friends lately” Eva added “We were too focused on being popular and partying that we didn’t realize that you were feeling left out, that we were leaving you out. And we know is not only about the pepsimax girls and that we’ve been behaving like that for a really long time and we’re sorry for that. And we left the bus by the way”

“Also…Sana” Vilde said with a thread of voice not daring to look at her in the eyes “I’m really sorry…I know that I say things that I shouldn’t say and that I’m an ignorant sometimes and I know that’s not an excuse but I’m really sorry if I hurt you. I’ll try to think before talking from now on. Maybe you can educate me so I won’t be an ignorant anymore and I can understand you better? I really want to be friends again.”

Sana took a moment to process of the words. She wasn’t expecting any of that. She had already convinced herself that the girls were better off without her. But them apologizing to her, that was unexpected, especially coming for Vilde.

“Girls, it’s okay. You really don’t have to leave the bus because of me. Especially you, Vilde. You were really excited about the whole bus thing”

“I don’t want to be in a bus where you’re not Sana, where neither of you are. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I really love you guys and the whole purpose of this bus thing was to be friends with you” Vilde said

“And we’ve broken that promise and we’re really sorry for that” Eva added.

“Besides, we could rent a bicycle and still be cooler than their bus, because we’d have you girl” Chris said making all the girls laugh

I don’t even know what to say” Sana said

“Say you’ll forgive us? Please?” Vilde said pouting

Sana looked at Noora and she scrunched up her nose in this cute way she always did while nodding.

“Of course I forgive you” Sana finally said

“Yaay” Vilde said starting a group hug with all the girls.

“I’m so happy that we’re all together again. You should’ve seen Sara’s face when we told her we were leaving them” Eva said laughing

“I can picture it” Sana said

“Sana? One more thing” Vilde started “Can you tell Elias I’m sorry for what I said about him?”

“I will” Sana said nodding

“So, what’s new?” Chris asked

“Well, Sana is late to a meeting” Noora said looking at her watch

“A meeting? With who?” Vilde asked

“Is it a boy, Sana?” Eva wanted to know

“It is!” Noora confirmed

“Oh, Sana! You have a date? That’s so cute” Vilde said

“It’s not a date. I’m just meeting a guy to talk about some things” Sana said blushing

“Sounds like a date to me, girl” Eva laughed

“Who’s the guy? Do we know him?”

Sana looked at Chris, who had just talked, and then at Noora who nodded.

“They’re going to find out anyway” the blonde girl said

“It’s Yousef, my brother’s friend. We’re just going to talk about some stuff”

“But I thought Noora was the one that liked Yousef…” Vilde said thinking

“Vilde!” Noora said putting her arm around Vilde’s shoulder “Remember that thing about thinking before talking? Yeah? Why don’t you start right now?”


Sana just rolled her eyes and laughed, at least she was apologizing now, that’s progress.

The girls finally got out of the school building. Eva stopped them and pointed at something in front of them.

“Aren’t those Isak and Even?” she asked “And isn’t that Yousef?”

“What?” Sana said widening her eyes

“I thought they were mad at each other” Noora wondered.

“Uh, I think I better get going and find out what’s going on. I’ll see you girls” Sana said waving goodbye

“Good luck!” She heard one of the girls saying

Sana approached the three guys and was surprised when she found them talking very calmly.

“Hi! Everything alright here?” She asked frowning

Isak and Even turned to her with a big smile while Yousef just looked at her like he hadn’t seen her in two years, eyes widened, mouth slightly parted, his heart pounding fast in his chest.

“Yes, we were just talking about the old times” Even said

“Okay?” Sana said unsure.

“Yousef was apologizing for what happened on Friday, and so were we” Isak added

“You were?” Sana asked looking at Yousef for the first time since she had arrived.

The boy only nodded, still too nervous to talk. Sana couldn’t help but smirk noticing his expression.

“So, everything’s cool between you?” Sana asked facing Even and Isak again

“Yeah, everything’s cool” Even said “There’s still a pending conversation with the rest of the guys, so we can talk things out but it’s a start”

“Good to hear” she said smiling

“Also, Elias texted me yesterday” Even added

“He did?” She asked

“Yes. He wanted to apologize. I told him that you already had but he said he wanted to it himself”

“That’s cool”

“It is”

“So, Sana, it seems like you and Yousef have plans so we better get going” Isak said raising an eyebrow

“Yeah” she said

“You two have fun” he added


“But not too much, I need that brain for my biology project next week”

“Just go already, Isak!” she said rolling her eyes

“Fine, fine. We’re going, jesus”

Even put his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder and nodded at Yousef as a way to say goodbye. Then they both slowly left making Sana roll her eyes. Those boys were so extra sometimes, she thought to herself trying not to laugh.

She turned to face Yousef who was already looking at her with a half a smile. They stayed silence for a moment until she finally spoke.



And again another awkward silence.

“So…shall we go?”

“Yes, yes, of course, of course” he said way too quickly

They started to walk in silence, side by side but not too close to each other.

They had been walking for a few minutes when Yousef cleared his throat to speak.

“So…um…do you want to go to any place in particular?”

She thought for a moment and then smiled to herself when a place came to her mind

“I actually do. How do you feel about playing basketball?” she asked biting her bottom lip.

“Sounds amazing” he said smiling while memories of two Fridays ago came to his mind.


They got to the basketball court where they had spent the afternoon two weeks before. Like it had been prepared, there was a ball waiting for them on the side of the court. Sana looked at it and was tempted to pick it up but she changed her mind.

“Do you think we should talk first?” Sana said pointing at the ball with her head

“Yes, I think that’d be good” he answered

They both sat down on the same spot they had been the last time they were there. Again, silence beat words.

“For someone who was so eager to talk to me, you’ve barely said two words since we left the school” Sana said

“I know, I know I’m sorry” he started “I’m so overwhelmed right now. I didn’t think you would actually come to be honest”

“What? I always keep my word” she said acting offended

“I don’t doubt that”

“Okay so…I’ll start” Sana said “I’m pretty sure you already know this ‘cause apparently my brother can’t keep his mouth shut but, I talked to Noora yesterday. She told me her version of what happened. And I’d like to hear yours”

“Of course” he stayed quiet for a moment trying to put his thoughts in order “I think I should start by saying that…I like you, Sana. You probably already know that, but I wanted to tell you. I like you, I’ve had a crush on you since…well, probably since I met you a couple of years ago. I always kept my distance from you ‘cause you were younger than me and you’re my best friend’s little sister and it didn’t seem appropriate. But this year I just, I couldn’t help myself and I started to approach you and…I loved talking to you, and playing basketball with you and teaching you how to peel carrots because well, you can’t”

“If you’re looking for forgiveness you’re not doing really well right now. Telling me I can’t peel carrots? How dare you?” she said

I’m sorry, but it’s a fact” he chuckled. “Anyway, I thought you may like me too. But then I told you I wasn’t muslim and you stopped talking to me so I thought everything was over. Then we talked and it felt so good being around you that I had hope, hope that maybe we could work things out. So when Elias told me that you had invited us to the karaoke thing I was really happy ‘cause I thought you had invited us because you wanted me there”

“And I did” she assured him

“Yes I know that, now. But when I entered the club and I saw Even there and then I saw you my mind went back to that Friday when I told you about everything that happened at Bakka. And it felt like you knew them and like you had only invited us so we could be friends with Even again. I felt like I had opened myself to you, told you something nobody knew and that you only used it to play god with us and make your friend happy. And I know that you had the best of intentions but it was like I realized in that moment that you didn’t like me at all and that you were only close to me so you could make us friends again. I think that in that moment, any hope I had left was erased completely. But still, I didn’t want to make assumptions yet, I wanted to talk to you. And then…”

“Then the fight happened” she completed the sentence

“Yeah, then the fight happened.  I tried to stop it but no one would listen to me so I thought that you were the only one that could make Elias listen. So I told you and I swear Sana, I swear, that I was going to follow you.  I would’ve never sent you into a fight alone knowing that you could get hurt. Not that I’m saying that you’re week, ‘cause you’re the strongest person I know”

Sana couldn’t help but blush at his compliment

“See? That’s the way to forgiveness, telling me how awesome I am” Sana joked

“And you are awesome” he assured

“Continue with your story” she said smiling

“So, like I said, I was going to follow you but Noora stopped me. She seemed pretty upset and before I could react she tried to kiss me. But I rejected her ‘cause I don’t like Noora, I’ve never have and I never will.” He looked straight into Sana’s eyes trying to make sure that she had heard that last sentence. When she nodded he continued “I asked her what was going on with her and she told me about her ex-boyfriend. I tried to comfort her and that’s when she told me that maybe I wasn’t immature after all. I was confused as to why she would think that and she told me that you had said it, that I was immature, that guys like me only play with girls and that muslims and non-muslims can’t be together”

“I only said that because I thought she liked you and I didn’t want her to like you” Sana admitted looking at the floor.

Yousef closed his eyes and cursed himself.

“I’m so stupid” he said

“There’s no way you could’ve known that”

“I know, but still, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. In that moment it was like my fears of you not liking me back were confirmed. I felt so stupid, like it had been all in my head and it hadn’t meant anything at all to you. So when Noora tried to kiss me again, I let her…and I kissed her back”

He waited for her to say something but she just looked at him waiting for him to continue. He nodded and started talking again.

“But there’s one thing you should know. I didn’t feel anything at all kissing her. All the time I was kissing her I only thought about you. Like I literally saw you in my head, you smiling and you playing basketball and again you not being able to peel a single carrot”

“Stop it with the carrots already!” she said rolling her eyes

“I’m sorry! But it was big moment for me. Like, I finally got to talk to you, like really talk to you”

“It was a big moment for me too” she admitted with a shy smile.

“Good to know” he said biting his lip “So…as I was saying, I was only thinking about you and I felt so bad and guilty because, what kind of guy claims to like a girl and then kisses her best friend when things get difficult? I didn’t want to be that guy, I didn’t want to forget about you, I wanted to believe there was still a chance so I stopped Noora, I told her I was sorry and that I couldn’t do that. And I started to freak out, like really really freak out, because I had screwed up and I felt like garbage. She told me that no one needed to know, that we could just forget about it and I thought that we really could but…you saw us and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for that. I’m so sorry I hurt you Sana. I really thought you had left with Elias, I didn’t know you were there, and when I found out, it was like my world crashed. I hate myself for hurting you, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I’m so stupid and I wouldn’t blame you if you wouldn’t want to talk to me ever again, I wish I could go back to that moment and redo it and…” he started to talk too fast and it was like he couldn’t stop, like he was entering a vicious circle he couldn’t escape.

“Yousef, hey, Yousef, breathe, just breathe” Sana said trying to calm him down. “ I get it, I get why you kissed Noora. You thought everything was lost and you reacted, just like I did two weeks ago. I’m not mad about the kiss anymore, it’s not that…it’s not that…”

“Then what it is?”



“The way we hurt each other. Look at our history. Things got difficult and I reacted by hurting you, then we were forced to talk about it and we solved it. Then things got difficult again and you reacted by hurting me, now we are forced to talk about it and we may solve it. But, do you think that’s how it should be? Because I don’t want to keep being like this”

“I get it, I know what you mean. And you’re right, things shouldn’t be like this. But things are different now, Sana. Two weeks ago, a week ago, two days ago, we didn’t know what we know now”

“And what is that?”

“You know that I like you, and I know that you like me”

“Well, I don’t recall telling you that I like you, though…” she said biting her bottom lip

Yousef smiled faded and it was like his whole face dropped.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Of course I like you.” Sana said laughing

“Not funny” he said acting like he was angry

“Hey, I owed you one”

“Okay, now we’re even”

“Oh, we’re so not close to being even. But I let it rest for now”

They both smiled and shared a look for a moment until Sana broke the silence.

“Do you really think that we could make this work? That we could talk to each other and trust each other?”

“I want to believe so. I’m not going to lie, it’s probably going to be difficult. But I’m willing to try. I just, I promise that I’ll come to you first when something happens, that I won’t make assumptions, that I’ll listen to you. We just have to compromise on that and go from there.”

She slightly nodded and looked at the floor without saying anything.

“Sana” he whispered making her looking at him “are you willing to try? Because I am”

She looked at him for a moment, considering what to say. Something caught her attention from the corner of her eye, the ball, standing on the side of the court. She smiled to herself and stood up

“Let’s play a game. You against me. The first one that scores 20 points win. If you win, we’ll try. If I win..well, I’ll think about it” she smiled at him waiting for an answer

“I’m in”


They stood up in the middle of the court and started playing. At first Sana let him score a few times in a row. She wanted him to think that he could actually win. But then, it’s was game on. She started to play as good as she could and he was so confused at first but then he got it and tried to keep the pace.

In the end they were tied. The next one who scored would win. It was Yousef’s turn. He was bouncing the ball, Sana in front of him trying not to let him pass when she had an idea. She stood still and looked at him right in the eyes while smiling. Yousef couldn’t help but look at her too, getting lost in her eyes like every time he would look at her. Then suddenly, her smiled became bigger and before he knew she had stolen the ball from him and was running towards the basket and scoring the points she needed to win.

“Yess!! I won!” she said putting her hands up celebrating her victory

“You’re a cheater!” Yousef said offended

“Who said there were any rules here?” she asked

He rolled his eyes but laughed.

“So…” he said approaching her “You won”

“Yeah, I won” she said taking a few steps closer to him

“You said if you won you would think about it. Have you?” he whispered

“Well…You know, it’s a lot to consider” she said biting her lip “I think I should make a list of pros and cons to decide”

She raised her hands like they were two sides of a balance, the left hand representing the pros and the right hand representing the cons.

“Kissing my best friend made you lose a lot of points” she said moving her right hand like someone had put weight on it “But you earned them back with the explanation and the compliments” she continued doing likewise with her left hand

He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, she looked extremely cute smiling like that.

“You’re really bad at basketball” again, right hand “But I guess you’re kind of good looking” left hand.

“Kind of?”

“Shh, I’m trying to make a decision here”

He rolled his eyes and muttered something to himself, that girl was going to be the end of him and he couldn’t be happier about it

“So, let’s continue…You know how to cook, I’ll give you that. But, you make fun of me because I can’t cook so, again, you’re losing points”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you anymore” he said putting his hand on his chest solemnly

“Yeah…but, can I trust you though?” she said scrunching her nose “I mean, you said that before and you still made fun of me. Sorry, it has to go in cons side”

“Fine…” he said trying not to laugh

“You send me memes supporting me, that’s good” she said moving her left hand “But they’re pretty lame so, yeah, right hand”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing” he acted offended

“I guess you could say that you have pretty cool romantic gestures” she continued “Like when you gave me flowers last week. But…we’ve been here for awhile now and I don’t see any flowers in my hands”

“Oh, girl, I’ll give you a bouquet right now if you want!” he said turning around ready to go look for the flowers

“Wait, you don’t have to do that” Sana said grabbing him by the elbow and laughing

He turned around, looked at her and then at her hand on his arm. She followed his gaze and slowly let her hand slide down his arm until it reached his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. That simple touch gave her goose bumps. She bit her lip and raised her head to look at him. She had never seen him looking at her so tenderly and she couldn’t help but smile at him. He raised his eyebrows at her and she nodded, like they didn’t need words to communicate.

“Yeah?” he asked

“Yeah, I’m willing to try this”

And in that moment, both of their smiles were as big as it was even possible.

But!” she said holding his hand a little tighter “You have to promise that we will talk things out before assuming the worst”

“Always, I promise” he nodded squeezing her hand back.

“And it’s not going to be easy with my parents. They don’t really like you right now”

“No big deal, I’m can be very charming when I want”

“Really? I don’t see it” she said raising her eyebrows

“Well, I’m holding your hand, aren’t I?”

“I can still change my mind, you know?” she said rolling her eyes and letting his hand go

“No, I’m joking, I’m joking” he said trying to hold her hand again which she let him do. “Guess my sense of humor is a con?” he squeezed her hand and smirked

“Sometimes” she smiled “You know, Elias is probably going to give you the talk, you know about not hurting me and so on”

“Yeah, I guess so. He doesn’t have to, though, I won’t let you down again Sana. I promise”

“You better” she said, then smiled and added “because if you do my brother is going to kill you and I will help him bury your body”

“Sounds fair to me” he laughed

They looked at each other for awhile, still holding hands, smiles on their faces, just taking in every detail of that exact moment.

“Want me to walk you home?” he finally asked

“I’d love that” she said

And they started walking. Just like Elias had told Sana the previous, they knew now how it felt being apart and how it felt being together and both of them were sure which feeling they prefer. It didn’t mean it was going to be easy but at least now they were willing to trust each other and try to be better.


1st update of the day

One more to come at night and that’s it, the end

I really hope you’ve liked it and that you don’t think it’s either too dramatic nor too sugar-coated. I’ve tried to give it a good ending ‘cause that’s what I want for the show and still be realistic at the same time

I hope I haven’t disappointed you

Love you al!!

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Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen
Word count : 1,710
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 13 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

The first few days of Jared not seeing you at work, he accepted that. He didn’t expect you to to be around him much for a while after what had happened. When it started to hit a week of him not seeing you at work, or anywhere else, he started to wonder. “Jen?”

“Yeah?” Jensen turned from the screen he was re-watching the last scene they shot on.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Jensen thought for a second. “No, haven’t heard from her since River’s birthday. Why? You haven’t either?”

Jared shook his head. “Not since…”

“Since Gen took you back?” Jared nodded. Jensen knew everything that happened. “I’m sure she’s around. Probably just keeping some distance for a bit. Give her time.”

“Yeah..” Jared nodded. “Yeah, maybe we just need time..” He scanned the area hoping to get a glimpse of you hurrying off somewhere at least.

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One-Sided || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something angsty? Something where the reader has always liked Jughead, but he starts to date Betty or something, and the reader has always wanted him to be happy, so she sucks it up and pretends she’s happy for them, and Jughead never does find out she liked him. If not, that’s okay, I understand if you don’t wanna write this!

A/N: Please stop me, I love writing angst too much.

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Just tell him.

You repeated the silent mantra to yourself as you reached the front door of Pop’s.

This was it. Today was the day you were going to tell your best friend Jughead Jones III you loved him. And you were terrified. But you knew it had to be done, otherwise the feelings inside you would just eat you up. You took a deep breath and opened the front door, the quiet chime of the bell echoing around the diner. You looked around, searching for the familiar beanie. You smiled as you saw Jughead typing away at his computer. You attempted to steady your shaking hands as you made your way over to him.

“Hey, Jughead,” you greeted, sitting across from him.

He nodded at you, eyes still on his laptop.

Okay, be calm. Just be cool. Just—

“I need to talk to you.” you blurted out suddenly.


Jughead looked up at you, his eyebrows raised. He closed his laptop, giving you his full attention.

“Alright,” he said. “What’s up, Y/N?”

You swallowed.

Here goes.

“Well, um, Jughead, I—”

“Hey, guys!”

You turned around to see Betty making her way over to the two of you, beaming. You bit back a glare and instead plastered on a smile. You know she didn’t mean to interrupt.

“Hey!” you said back, trying to sound upbeat.

It must’ve worked because Betty smiled wider.

“What are you two talking about?” she asked before sitting next to Jughead.

You were about to answer with “The Blue & Gold” when you saw Betty take Jughead’s hand and link their fingers together. Your heart dropped.


You had to come up with a plan. Fast.

“Uh, I was actually about to ask him about the two of you!” you said, attempting to mask the surprise in your voice.


“You were?” they asked simultaneously.

You nodded.

“Well, yeah! I mean, you guys have been hanging out a lot lately,” you said.

Have they?

“And now you’re holding hands. Something you want to tell me?” you asked, trying to make your tone sound as lighthearted as possible.

Please. Please may they not be together. Please may your heart not get—

“We’re dating.” Betty said bashfully.

—ripped out of your chest.

You couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t be dating. They were complete opposites. Then you saw the way Jughead looked at her. He was in love. Your heart plummeted further. Jughead Jones III was in love. And it wasn’t with you. But he looked… happy.

You swallowed the massive lump in your throat.

“That’s great!” you finally said, hoping your smile wasn’t faltering.

Jughead smirked, red tinging his cheeks while Betty giggled.

“Really,” you said. “I’m so happy for the two of you. You’re perfect for each other.”


Betty giggled again. You felt your eyes begins to sting as tears welled up in them and you realized you needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Uh, listen guys, I gotta go,” you said as you got up, hoping your voice wasn’t breaking. “My mom wants me back before nine as it’s a school night and all, so I guess I’ll see you two tomorrow?”

The couple (God, you hated that word now) nodded and said their goodbyes. You had just gotten out of the parking lot of Pop’s before you broke down crying.

Heavy, gut-wrenching sobs forced their way out of your body and you struggled to breathe, gasping for air.

Why? Why Jughead? Why Betty? Why them?

You managed to get your breathing under control after a few minutes before continuing your walk home.

You thought back to Jughead at the diner. You remembered how happy he looked to be with Betty. He looked untroubled. For the first time in a long time. You realized there was nothing you could do. Jughead’s happiness was the most important thing in the world to you.

Who were you to take that away from him?


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Pairing: Castiel x OFC
Word Count: 1,182
Warnings: language probably, usual SPN stuff
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You’re Forgiven

Requested by: Anonymous

Request:  Sooo, reckon you can spare a moment to write another Gale one shot pretty please? ;) A one shot where they have a really bad fight and she storms away (she is hot headed) and the next day she is caught by peacekeepers for ‘assaulting’ them or something so she gets a punishment of public whipping like gale or something. Then he tries to make up and take care of her and he like runs his fingers over the scars and yeah. Sorry if you don’t wanna do that, you can just do one where he gets sick.

A/N: I’m alive! I’m soo sorry for the lack of updates. School resumed so I was and still am a mess. I’m going to try to write as many request as I can! xxx 

“Screw you Gale Hawthorne!” you screamed, removing yourself from his grasp and leaving his house.

You and him were having a very, very heated fight. It started off as a simple conversation, but it escalated very quickly. Today he was supposed to meet up with you to go for a walk around the good side of District 12. But of course, he blew you off because he was ‘helping’ Katniss. The thing that really bothered you was the fact that he blew you off continuously, using the same excuse. Every. Single. Time. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come today, Katniss needed me.”

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So @bookocd might like this (the poor thing kinda got spoiled on my fic and I think this might make her feel better) and @sympauny kinda requested this as well, so I decided to post it! I wrote this ages ago at the request of an anon, but then decided it was too spoilery for my fic A Court of Hearts and Darkness. But make no mistake my friends this can be read without having read any of my other works! But if you don’t want to be low-key kind of spoiled on something that was kind of spoiled anyway, don’t read ahead. 

If you’d like to see more of my stuff, you can check out my masterlist if you’d like. Much Feysand. Much ACOTAR. Much stuff.

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Feyre and Rhys had never had such a perfect moment in all their years. Their tiny little baby boy, who they had been waiting to meet for the last nine months, had finally arrived and he was the most beautiful boy they had ever laid eyes on.

The golden-brown honey tufts of hair, the shocking blue eyes. He was an Archeron through and through.

Actually, the moment wasn’t quite yet perfect, but it would be soon.

“She assured me they’re on their way.” Rhys told her.

No, their perfect moment hadn’t quite happened, but it would when their twenty-two-year-old daughter came to meet her brother for the first time. She had been gallivanting around Velaris doing Mother knows what, likely causing havoc at every possible moment. She was a wild one, and maybe her brother would be the tamer sibling. Rhys didn’t even want to think about what it would be like if he had another child like her. He loved her like the spirts love Starfall - without question and until the end of days – but he had also never worried about another person so much. He guessed it was just another part of being a father.

“I can’t believe this has happened,” Feyre was close to weeping with joy. “Mother, he’s so beautiful. Look at him, Rhys, do you see how beautiful he is?”

Feyre was sitting in bed – she’d only recently left the room she gave birth in – and was clutching her son to her chest, smoothing his sparse hair back. Rhys sat dutifully next to her, his arm around her shoulders and his other hand help captive by the grip of his son.

Feyre was still very hormonal and Rhys suspected the random emotional tangents she experienced during her pregnancy wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He could also tell that she was utterly exhausted. She wanted to stay awake though, they both did, for the arrival of their daughter. That meant that Rhys kept having to answer, ‘yes, of course,’ every five minutes when Feyre asked him if he saw how beautiful their son was. Not that it was a hassle, every time he answered it was true.

“He’s wonderful – perfect. Now about his name-”

“You named Eleana.” Feyre interrupted. She playfully smirked at her mate.

“We both named Eleana-”

“No, you just kept calling her that since I told you I thought she was a girl and it stuck. This one’s mine, and he’s perfect and so is his name and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Okay,” Rhys conceded. He pulled her even closer to him.


He turned to face her and saw that tears shone in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled his finger from his son’s clenched fist to wipe away the tears that were streaming down his mate’s face. Just as he thought – she was still very emotional.  

“Does the name really bother you? He’s your son as well,” She cried.

Rhys smiled at her and replaced his hand with kisses.

“I was just joking - the name is perfect.”

He kissed her lightly on her lips. Before he had a chance to deepen it, he heard quiet knocks on the door.

“Can I come in?” Her voice was muffled through the wood but it was undeniably his daughter.

“Eleana!” Feyre shouted joyfully.

Their daughter took Feyre’s shout of enthusiasm to mean that she could enter.

Their daughter was the opposite of their newborn son. She reflected Rhys in every way. The thick dark hair, the stunning blue eyes, the devilish smile – the few things she inherited from Feyre were her freckles and magic.

And stubborn attitude, not that Rhys ever mentioned that.

Eleana walked into the room and gawked at the sight of her brother.

“By the cauldron, look how small he is!” She skipped over to her parents and stole the baby from her mother’s arms.

“Eleana, be careful.” Feyre said sternly. Her hand automatically reached for her baby, but she let it drop.

“Oh stop. I’m wonderful with babies. I’ll take first in line for babysitting duty - lovely baby needs to know his sister.” She sung.

She stepped away from the bed with her brother in her arms. She cooed at the small boy and it made Rhys’s heart wrench with happiness. There were days, some far behind him and some still fresh in his mind, that he thought something like this would never happen. That he would never see a day when his wonderful daughter would have a sibling. Or that his children would all be in the same room. There were others he knew that couldn’t say the same thing, and he was eternally grateful to the world that it hadn’t done that to him.

“Eleana, you left me to carry everything,” a gruff voice came from the hallway.

Suddenly a head of bright blonde hair appeared in the doorway.

He had his arms full of clothing and presents (Rhys could see an overwhelming amount of Feyre’s favourite chocolate) and walked to the edge of the room to dump them in the corner. The man, Kaden, was his daughter’s mate and husband of three years.

Once he had dropped the presents in an orderly fashion he made his way over to the new parents.

“Congratulations,” He said as Rhys stood up to hug him. They clapped each other on the back then Kaden leaned down to kiss Feyre’s cheek.

“He’s quite wonderful,” Rhys grabbed Kaden’s arm and pulled him over so they could peer at the little creation in his daughter’s arms.

“What’s his name?” Eleana cooed. She may have been talking to her parents but she only had eyes for the tiny bundle in her arms.

“His name is Elias,” Feyre sighed happily.

Eleana made a choking sound and dragged her eyes away from her brother to talk to her parents.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” She deadpanned.

“What’s wrong with Elias?” Feyre frowned.

“You cannot have Eleana and Elias. It’s too much! Have you told anyone his name?”

Both Feyre and Rhys shook their head at the question. Usually a birth in the Inner Circle was a family affair. This time it had only been Feyre, Rhys, and their healer. The rest of the family had yet to even meet their son - they wanted Eleana to be the first.

“Perfect. Now you can change it and no one will know! I know you both love matching names or whatever, but this is just excessive.” She tried to persuade them.

“Eleana?” Feyre summoned her daughter to her side.

Eleana handed her brother to her mate to hold and went to crouch down at her mother’s side.

“I’m just kidding. Of course I wouldn’t name him Elias! I just knew you’d hate it.” Feyre flicked her daughters scrunched up nose. “His middle name is Elias, though.”

Their daughter carefully stepped onto the bed and climbed over Feyre. She plopped down next to her and laid her head against her mother’s shoulder.

Rhys could see her quietly speaking into Feyre’s ear, but was too enamoured by his son to take notice of what they were talking about.

His daughter’s mate started to slowly rock the baby back and forth. His son’s face was scrunching like he was going to cry, but Rhys didn’t do anything and just smiled at the way his son’s face matched his other child’s when she was that age.

Rhys was still in disbelief. Feyre and him had done many great things during their reign as High Lady and High Lord, but it still somehow baffled him that they had created such wondrous children. His daughter was the light of his and Feyre’s life, so strong and beautiful and confident and Rhys could sing her praises until his last breath. As for his newborn son… he already loved him so much that it ached.

His children would always be his greatest accomplishment.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, young man.” Rhys ruffled the hair of his daughter’s mate jokingly.

“Oh, Mother.” He blushed profusely. It wasn’t hard to get that kind of reaction out of the young Illyrian. It was rather endearing. “Neither of us are ready for this. We’re at the stage where we’re happy to steal other fae’s children and give them back the next day.”

“Yes, it was a stupid suggestion.” Rhys became serious. “Because for you to have children it would mean you were doing certain things with my daughter that I know you don’t do.” Well, serious as far as her daughter’s mate knew. Rhys just liked teasing them.

“Oh – Rhys, um, oh-”

“Stop being awful Rhysand.” Feyre laughed. “Don’t listen to him, Kaden. He’s a cranky old man and it’s past his bedtime.”

“His sense of what is appropriate has dimmed in the past seventy thousand years of his miserable existence. I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” His daughter added jestingly.

Rhys put his hand over his heart and gasped in fake hurt. “Seventy thousand? I am not even one! The audacity! Tell me, who raised you child?”

“Some High Lord. You wouldn’t know him - he’s never done anything overly notable.” Eleana laughed. She got up from her spot next to Feyre and joined Rhys at his side. “In all seriousness though, he’s quite lovely, isn’t he?” She said, gazing at her brother. Rhys draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her into his side.

“He’s cuter than you were.”

“Well now you’re just taking things too far.” She rolled her eyes and held out her arms for her mate to place her brother in.

He did as she requested and then kissed her quickly. “I’m afraid I have to go, but I couldn’t resist seeing the baby first. I’ll see you in a few days.” He then walked over to say goodbye to Feyre, placing a quick kiss to her cheek in farewell.  

“Uh hem.” Rhys pointed towards his own cheek.

“Shh, Rhys, we don’t want to make Eleana jealous.” Kaden stage whispered. He smiled and came over to clapped Rhys on the shoulder, and took the opportunity to kiss Eleana once more.

He waved to the family as he left, once again saying his congratulations while they could still hear him. It wasn’t long before they heard the booms of his wings taking flight, and Rhys looked over to see his daughter looking wistfully out the window.

“How long is he gone for this time?” Rhys asked his daughter.

“I don’t know.” She clutched her new brother tighter to her chest and leaned down to press her face against his. Her dark her fell in a veil that Rhys couldn’t see through, hiding his baby and her expression. “As long as it takes.”

Feyre started to sit up, and Rhys’s eyes widened at the sight and he rushed over to usher her down again.

“I’m not an invalid, Rhys.” She placed her hands on his chest, but rather than pushing him away, held onto his shirt and pulled herself up.

She held onto his shirt with one hand and reached the other out to her two children – effectively dragging him along behind her. She hugged her daughter, trapping her son between them with Rhys awkwardly to the side.

He may not be a part of their little embrace, but he didn’t mind. Why would he when it meant he got to see his family all together? His mate, and his daughter and his son, on a night he would never forget in all his centuries.

“It’s the middle of the night,” he felt the need to remind them.

It may be a heavenly moment, but he could feel Feyre’s exhaustion pulsing through the bond.

“You’re right.” Eleana pulled back, the baby still in her arms. “You should both get some sleep. Cauldron knows you’ve had a big day.”

Feyre nodded, a small smile on her face, and went to take their son into her arms.

“Oh no! That’s, um, I’ll take him. You go sleep. I’ll watch him and you can sleep. Yes. Let’s do that.” Eleana pulled him away with a grin and backed away from her parents. “You two behave now! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She said cheerfully while she whisked the baby out of the room – closing the door behind her.

Feyre’s hand were still upheld waiting for her baby. “Should we let her take him?” She questioned cautiously.

“If she can save the world she can take care of him for a night.” Rhys shrugged.

“He’s only a few hours old…”

“They’re only downstairs. Here,” He gently grabbed her hand and led her back to the bed. He lightly pushed her down so she was lying and then climbed in next to her. “I’ll stay awake and if anything happens I’ll be there in a second. But you need to sleep, Feyre Darling, and I’m not going to leave you. Rest, my love, he’s only a floor away.”

Feyre rearranged herself so that she was draped over his chest and he was holding her tightly. It only took seconds for sleep to overcome her, and Rhys was glad. He knew that he said he would stay awake, but maybe he would just rest his eyes for a bit. Only a minute.

Yes, that was a good idea. He was only going to rest his eyes.


It was dawn when Rhys woke, Feyre still dreaming at his side. The house was silent - the only noise coming from the chirping of birds on his windowsill - and he didn’t know whether to be thankful or weary that he couldn’t hear his son or daughter.

Either way, he carefully extracted himself from his mate and made his way downstairs. He was still a bit bleary eyed from sleep, but the sight he was met with focused his vision.

His tiny son, so very small, was sleeping on the same mat they used for Eleana when she was an infant. He was laid in a makeshift crib Eleana had made from pillows that that the mat and him resting on top. Eleana herself was sprawled next to the crib in an awkward position that illustrated to Rhys that she had fallen asleep while gazing at her brother.

Rhys thought – No, Rhys knew that with a life like this he could never be anything but happy again. All he needed, and all he would ever need, is his wife and two children.

Every Time We Touch (Josh Faraday x Reader)

Originally posted by oddly-drawn-thoughtss

Faraday x Reader fic feat. lots of banter with Vasquez + Billy & Goodnight being cowboy boyfriends. 


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As if on queue, Hadley called. Of course, she was going to want all the juicy details. 

“Hey Had,” she answered glumly. 

“Hey,” Hadley said back cautiously. “Uh oh, was it a dud?”

“No,” she breathed out, wrapping her arm around her waist. “I slept with him Had. And I woke up and he was gone, no goodbye. Just…gone.”

Hadley sighed on the other end, “well…I mean, it’s not the worst thing in the world babe. So you slept with the guy, big deal.”

“It’s just, it feels weird…” she shook her head. “I’ve never had a one night stand and now…”

“You’ve never had a one night stand?”

“No.” she stated flatly. 

Hadley laughed loudly in her ear, “oh geez hun, whatever. So now you get an extra shot next time Adam wants to play Never Have I Ever. It’s not a big deal - it’s not like it’s the 1800′s and your getting marked with a scarlet letter or anything.”

Claire sighed, “you’re right.”

“Soooooooooooooo, how was it?”

“It was good,” Claire smiled. “I thought so anyway…hang on, I’ll call you later. Someone’s at the door.”

I had you, but I can’t have you (M) - Junhoe

Originally posted by teambgasm

“You’re beautiful. If I had you, i’d make love to you everyday.”

  • *not my gif*

Word Count: 1,658

Summary: A fan meets Junhoe by coincidence & they exchange sexts before hooking up in her hotel room. 

Contains: Fluff, Gentle June (which is really weird to write tbh), & a seriously depressing ending. 

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AN, PLEASE READ: (I am in NO WAY trying to say that Koreans are racist or that all of them look the way in which I described below. I just needed an excuse for her to get somewhere where she would run into Junhoe, and since she was a foreigner I just kind of came up with that scenario. I’m part Korean and I have a lot of Korean friends, and all of them (including me hehe) are very accepting of different cultures and races! This is completely fictional! Enjoy!)

It’s so weird writing Junhoe scenarios in which he’s not rough and extremely rude, fml.


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The Escort- Part 5

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 5- Dean and the reader deal with the aftermath of their night together, and the reader gets a visit from the past.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut, angst

Word Count: 2400

A/N: I’m sorry, guys. I’ll make it up to you.

You woke up in the middle of the night because you were hot. Too hot. You soon realized that you felt that way because you had Dean Winchester wrapped around you, nosing around the back of your neck and planting wet kisses to your shoulder blades.

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(A good while later)

Tord: Hey Edd! Uh, Max is leaving now you should come and say Goodbye!

Edd: Look, Tord, I should apologize it was ru-

Tord: Shh shh!

Tord: Just in here!! 

Max: Edd!! 

Tom: Uh, surprise! 

Edd: What is going on? 

Tord: Well, we thought as we ruined the evening, we’ed cook for you! 

Max: It’s spaghetti! 

Tom: I cooked garlic bread! 

Max: Come grab a seat!

Edd: I- But I was so… 

Tord: I’ll go get Matt!


Edd: Thank you. This was so nice! 

Happy Birthday Hannah!

It’s going to be hard to match the amazing fic you and Jane wrote but I really hope you like it.

Based off the “I accidentally sent you a selfie of me in the tub and you sent one back and damn you’re cute” au.

Percy is on his third bowl of cereal and exactly half way through the first, and sadly only, season of Daredevil on Netflix, enjoying a well deserved night in when his phone goes off. Percy keeps his eyes locked on the small TV sitting on the stack of textbooks across the tiny apartment from him while he fumbles for the phone. He pats the couch blindly until his hand hits the stupid thing and knocks it off the couch. Percy groans, tearing his eyes away from the TV long enough to see where his phone has flown off too.

For a second he debates just leaving it but if the text could be from Grover, asking if Percy wants enchiladas which is definitely moving from his comfy spot on the couch. He pulls his feet off the second hand coffee table carefully, always afraid he’ll break the thing since it’s mostly held together with glue and ducks to grab his phone. With a quick slide of his thumb he opens the message from a strange number he doesn’t recognise and nearly covers his lap in knock off Fruit Loops.

The text isn’t just a text, it’s a picture of a pair of very long, very tan, very gorgeous legs propped up on the edge of a tub in what looks to be a bubble bath. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to pick his jaw up off the floor. When he finally gets himself together he notices the caption at the bottom reading This is the better thing I have to do on a Friday night.

Obviously the message wasn’t meant for him, Percy doesn’t get random bath selfies from owners of very attractive legs. He has no idea what to do though, they don’t offer a class on how to handle getting an accidental, partially nude selfie from a random number. Percy swallows and stares at the picture a second longer, something about the legs is strangely familiar. That’s when it hits him, they’re Her legs. Annabeth Chase, the way out of his league, way too smart blonde that sits in front of him in Mythology 218.

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cuddle and kiss

Stiles imagine, it’s prom night and the reader doesn’t like prom and never been to one, so stiles goes over to her house and instead of going to prom they spend there night watching movies and cuddling. Can you make it have a lot of fluff and might have a little make out session? Plz. Btw I love your blog and writing💕💘.

AN:thanks for requesting! and thank you so much for reading my writing and loving my blog. and isn’t that gif so cute!!

Originally posted by no-chill-stilinski

“You can do it bro,“ Scott encouraged his friend who was pacing back and forth through his room.

“But she could say no! I swear if she said no,I would die,” Stiles shook his head. Then he looked down at the cell phone in his hand, then back up at Scott.

Scott nodded giving him a thumbs up. Stiles looked back down to the phone, and then shook his head again.

“No. Nope I can’t do it!” He said handing the phone of to Scott. In return,Scott gave him an eye roll and pressed the call button. Stile’s eyes grew to the size of saucers.

“Scott! What are you doing? I can’t do this oh my gosh,” Stiles gasped holding the phone to his ear. He was still gaping at Scott when your cheery hello rang in his ears.

“Oh,Hey Y/N/N!” he chirped into the phone, still sending Scott a deadly glare.

“Hey Stiles,what did you need?” you asked politely. And that’s when Stiles really began to sweat.

“Oh,yea. Uh…well….um…so I was wondering about prom tonight? I know it’s short notice but-”

“Oh I’m not going,” you said before Stiles could finish. Stiles froze out of shock.

“Your not going? What I thought Lydia picked out a dress for you?” Stiles said looking to Scott who was a confused as he was.

“Yea,but prom just doesn’t really sound like my thing,” you told the spastic teenager. Stile’s eyes drooped,he guessed he wouldn’t have the girl of his dreams at prom. But Scott, who had been listening the entire time, had another idea to help his friend. Jumping in front of Stiles, he held a piece of paper. The paper had instructions written on them.

Stiles murmured them slightly, eyes widening once he saw what was written on them. He grinned, shaking his head yes at his friend.

“What?“you asked,hearing Stiles murmur something, but not understanding it.

“Huh?…oh nothing. I mean, yea prom seemed kind of lame anyway. I wasn’t even gonna go either,” Stiles said smoothly. He leaned and propped his arm on the desk chair behind him. Scott, rolled his eyes, gesturing with his hands to continue.

“Yea,uh since we both aren’t going to prom. Maybe I could come over? We could have a movie marathon?” Stiles said reading what Scott had wrote.

“Oh. Yea that’ll be really fun,” you said sweetly. Stiles was already dancing around, while you told him what time to come. He said a thankful goodbye before hanging up.

“Dude this is amazing!” Stiles cheered jumping up and down. Scott grinned at his bestie’s behavior.

“You gotta kiss her.”

Stiles stopped short of his bouncing. He looked over to Scott who was just simply nodding.

“Come on, you’ve liked this girl since kindergarten. Now, instead of going to prom, your going to her house to watch a marathon of movies. During which she will be cuddled into your chest, which is very cute, and a big turn on. At least it is when Kira does it. But that’s beside the point, you’ve just got to kiss her,” Scott finished. Stiles looked at him, mouth hug open, eyes wide.

“No, I can’t. She doesn’t like me like that,” Stiles spoke. Still looking in awe.

“Listen to your alpha Stiles. Just cuddle and kiss her,” Scott laughed.

“First off, I’m not a dog, you aren’t my alpha. Second…… yea ok, I’ll think about it,” Stiles sighed. In all truth, he really would like nothing more than just to scoop you up and kiss the life out of you. He wanted to cuddle and kiss you. He wanted to make you happy. Really, the baby was scared you wouldn’t kiss back, or would push him away. He really didn’t want to upset you by kissing you, he didn’t want to ruin your friendship. But he couldn’t live without you not being his.


“I’ll be there in a second,” Stiles heard you call from your porch. He was still fiddling with his fingers nervously when you opened your door.

You were striped sweatpants, and a short shirt that had a cupcake printed on it. You wore no makeup, and your hair was falling loosely. And Stiles almost fell to his knees seeing you. His mouth had slacked open even.

“Come on in,” you smiled making your way back to the couch. Stiles followed shutting the door behind him. He smiled at how you plopped down onto the couch.

“So what’s the first movie we are watching?“ Stiles asked sitting beside you. Making sure he was especially close. Without even thinking you picked his arm up and threw it behind you, cuddling into his chest.

“Uhh how bout…..” Stiles listened to you as you told him the movie, nodding at your questions, and squeezing you tight once you cuddled back into his arm.

He wasn’t truly watching the movie, he was watching you. How when you laughed, he could feel it in his chest. You were so beautiful, and impossibly adorable. He’d decided long ago to take Scott up on what he had told him to do. He couldn’t wait to taste your lips.

Half way into your second movie you felt slight tugs at your hair.

“Stiles? What are you doing to my hair?” you asked the boy. Half laughing.

“Shh, I’m braiding it,” he told you.

“You know how to braid?” you asked, chuckling again.

“Well no. But your hair is so soft, I wanna touch it.”

This made your stomach swirl, he was so adorable. And if you wanna gonna do this, you needed to get it off your chest.

“Hey Stiles,” you said sitting up on your knees to look into his brown smolders.

“Well you just messed me up. But yea?” he said smiling at you.

“Did you want to go to prom? Because I really didn’t want to ruin prom for you,” you told him. But Stiles was already shaking his head “no.”

“No I wanted to stay with you,” he said. You smiled sweetly, making him grin too.

“But why?” you asked. And that’s when Stiles caught your eye. And he knew he had to do it right now, know more waiting, know more wishing.

So he leaned in cupping your face and pressing his lips onto yours. At first you were in shock, but then you softly began to kiss back. And Stiles was in pure bliss.

“See, I kinda like you,” Stiles explained. Once he’d pulled back. Not daring to open his eyes, scared of what your face would be.

But his eyes were shot wide open when you pulled him into you, kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss, picking up your hips so he could lean you back. Where he was ghosting over top of you.

He traced his tongue over your lip, making you open it for him.

Your tongues danced together before his became dominate.

His hands rubbed your sides, and gripped your waist. Your hands ran up his torso, reaching under his shirt.

Pulling back for breath, you looked into his dark eyes smiling widely.

“I’m really glad you didn’t go to prom.”

“Me too.”

High Hopes (part 3)

Sorry it’s taken so long to get to, but here’s the requested part 3 of High Hopes :)


It was like you were both frozen in time in that moment as Harry’s piercing green eyes bore into yours. You were once again mesmerized, as you often had been when you’d lost yourself in his eyes in what felt like a different lifetime, and it all came flooding back now. The way it felt as you fell in love with Harry, slowly at first and then all at once; the comfort that came with looking into his eyes and the feeling that you were home even if you were on the other side of the world together; the heartbreak that consumed you as Harry said the words that you knew would come but just hoped somehow wouldn’t. 

“This is for the best.” And the tears that had flooded from your own eyes, blurring your vision and blurring his eyes into a pool of green before you. And now, here he was again.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you finally stood up, Harry walking towards you, cautiously but almost frantically, like he needed to reach you before you were gone. But you were confused that he was rushing towards you like this when you’d been under the impression that you no longer ever crossed his mind, that he might have even forgotten you’d existed. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

You didn’t know about the sleepless nights spent staring at the wall as Harry debated whether or not to call you; the lyrics he screwed up in some of his own songs when performing live because he was distracted by the thought of you; the long conversations he’d had with his mom and sister about whether he’d made the right decision; and the dreams about you. It seemed he dreamed about you almost every night and, although it was a relief for him to escape to a place where you both were happy together, it made it all the worse when he had to wake up to a reality in which you were no longer his, nor he yours. And he knew that was his fault. 

But he, unlike you, also knew that he’d been trying to protect you. From nasty “fans” and paparazzi and rumors and negativity and all the disadvantages that came with dating someone like him. A celebrity. He hated admitting that that’s what he was but, when it came down to it, he couldn’t deny it. And he saw how it had been affecting you, how you’d be much quieter and sulkier after the paparazzi would make some rude comments, how you’d act like you weren’t bothered by the rumors and the awful things people said about you. But he knew you were just pretending for him, so that you wouldn’t hurt him either, but he saw right through that.

And at the same time, he knew his schedule was only going to get crazier at the time and he wasn’t going to be able to see you much anymore and he thought it was only fair to let you go. But God did he wonder every single day since then whether he’d made the right decision. And all this time, you had believed what Harry had told you when he’d let you go, that he was choosing his career over you and that “this is for the best”. He couldn’t have told you the truth, otherwise you wouldn’t go - not unless you believed he didn’t want you anymore. 

But now you were standing in front of him again and Harry could hardly believe this was real.

He cleared his throat before finally speaking as you were both now standing close enough to talk. 

“What, um, how are you doing?” He was starting to ask why you were there but he didn’t want to sound accusatory in any way so he took the easier route.

“Um, sorry, I didn’t think you’d be here, I was just walking and ended up here,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet as you talked. 

“Oh okay,” you heard Harry murmur before looking up and back into the sea of green that held so many memories, so much joy and so, so much pain. You were immediately struck, however, by the look on his face. It was like he wanted to say something but he was trying so hard to hold back. 

And he hadn’t been planning on this, hadn’t decided he was going to try to win you back. But he and his management had just had a meeting regarding scheduling and touring and it had been decided that he would have time off now, time to slow things down and figure what the next step he wanted to make was in regards to the direction of his career path. And now you were here and he couldn’t deny that the timing just seemed, finally, perfect. But he’d broken your heart, and he knew that, so as much as he wanted to just pour his heart out to you right here, right now, he knew that wouldn’t be fair to you. So he looked at you with pleading eyes as he battled back and forth in his mind, tortured by having to do what was right as opposed to what his heart was telling him.

“I, uh, it was good seeing you. Hope everything with touring is going well. Goodbye, Harry,” you broke into his tortured thinking as you did what you knew needed to be done. You couldn’t be a pathetic, needy ex-girlfriend who pounced on the man who broke your heart the first time you saw him again. And as much as you were trying to ignore the explosive feelings that had arisen inside of you, you had to stand up for yourself, despite all of your being pulling you towards the man you realized now you were still in love with. 

You hated that you still loved him, after he chose being Harry Styles over being your Harry. After he’d broken your heart into a million pieces. But you didn’t know that he’d broken his own heart into a million pieces, too, in doing what he thought was best for you. So you gave him a slight nod and started walking away, eyes glossy and unsure of where you would go or what you would do.

“Y/N, please wait. I have to tell you something.” You immediately stopped walking, despite your greatest efforts to ignore him and never look back. You were both waging wars inside of yourselves at that moment, between your heads and your hearts, and neither of you knew that the other one was being tortured inside as well. But the look on Harry’s face when you turned around gave you an idea, even though you couldn’t understand why he would be struggling right now. He’d decided you weren’t worth it, after all, so what was there for him to question now?

“I’m in love with you. I never stopped loving you,” Harry blurted out, his face twisted seemingly in agony as he unconsciously held out one of his hands towards you before dropping it back to his side. 

You couldn’t help but stand frozen in that moment, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, the green of his eyes striking you and seeming to paralyze you as you tried to make sense of his words. 

But he didn’t want you, he’d made his decision and it wasn’t you. So why was he standing here in front of you now, telling you he’d never stopped loving you?

And for some reason, amidst all of your confusion and shock, the only emotion you could muster up was anger, pure anger at him for playing with you like this, for thinking he could just show up and pull you back after you were finally feeling like you could move forward.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this is crap. I can’t, I can’t…” You stopped mid-sentence and turned your back to Harry as you began walking away, somewhere, anywhere, so that he couldn’t see the tears that were now falling from your eyes. You’d told yourself you would never cry one more tear for him, but he’d ruined all that, he’d ruined everything. And you couldn’t see the tears that had filled Harry’s eyes and were now falling down his cheeks as he watched you walk away, his heart breaking yet again.

But he couldn’t lose you this time, not again. Not again.


Maybe a Part 4 in the future? :)

How Much For That Bear in the Window (Chapter 2)

I decided to update on a possible day to day basis hahahah don’t hold me to that.

Chapter 1 is here

Summary: Dan, an eighteen year old boy who has finally reached the age to be sold from the whorehouse he used to call home, is given to a man with dreamy blue eyes who makes this seem a lot less terrifying. 

Pairing: Phan

Prostitution Fic/Bought

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Mr. First Kiss

‘Mr. First Kiss’
Rating: teen
Modern AU, college
Pairing: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia
Word Count: 3474
Summary: A modern college AU mashed up with a 'meet cute’ idea.

My Secret Santa gift for @a-world-under-siege

Plue didn’t need an excuse to walk on his hind legs, he spent more time upright than anything it seemed. The whole breed had been prized as circus dogs. Right now he was straining at his leash, trying to get closer to the guy walking his cat in front of them.

“Plue! Hey! Plue! What do you think you’re doing?” Concentrating attention on her dog was Lucy’s downfall and salvation. This dog didn’t fetch, didn’t like other dogs and refused to walk at heel. Lucy needed to keep a sharp eye and firm hand on the leash to keep her American Eskimo miniature in line.

A Cat? Lucy loosened her grip and gawped at the sight of a Russian Blue decked out in a black leather harness, with a tiny knapsack on his back, embossed with smiling green fish.

The man halted and turned. “Just going for a walk lady!”

Mistakes one and two; stopping and turning. Lucy came face to face with a confused and very attractive man a couple inches taller than herself with dark eyes and a shock of pink hair peeking out from under a knit cap.

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Lucy regretted her lack of make-up this morning. Sheesh! If she’d known her new neighbourhood had such a good looking man, she’d have taken the time to dress nicer.

Plue lunged for the cat.  Inattention to the dog; mistake number three.

Jerked forward and surprised from the amount of pull in a not even twenty-pound dog, Lucy went crashing chest first into the stranger. She gasped as he wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her upright.

Plue yipped at the cat who stood his ground for ten seconds and then decided to climb his master, swarming up the man. Lucy watched him scrunch his eyes shut from the pain. Now distracted with his pet perched on his shoulder, digging claws into his flesh, the stranger stumbled about, trying to steady his footing. “Happy! Stop it!”

Plue, not to be denied his attempt at making a new friend or asserting his dominance over a new enemy leaped into the air and knocked into the man. In a flailing mass of tangled limbs, man, woman, cat and dog fell to the sidewalk.

Lucy wondered why the pavement radiated warmth and smelled of wood smoke and spice. Her eyes snapped open in shock. She was laying on the stranger, cocooned in his arms and her lips smooshed onto his.

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Kee: Derek, we need to talk. Now you that I love you and you will always be my obsession
Derek: What the-?!
Kee: But I found a new obsession and I think we should spend some time apart…
Derek: What is going on?!
Kee: Please! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!
Derek: Um…
Kee: Goodbye…my friend…if you need me I’ll be in Villainous Hell…
Derek: Uh…What just happened?


This is so dumb, I love it!

I think it’s pretty obvious I found a new obsession, and for good reason too. Villainous has great characters, hilarious jokes, and a great art style. Cartoon Network needs good shit like this! We need to make this a thing!

Love is For Children

Request: anon said: Hii! Could you do #2 and #6 with Barry Allen?

Summary: Reader gets jealous of Iris, but feelings are later revealed.

Word Count: 1,186

Prompts: 2. “I’m in love with you, you idiot!”  -  6. “Wait, are you jealous?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Universe/Fandom: The Flash

Warnings: nothing.?

A/N:  I REALLY AM PROUD OF THIS WOWWW!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! much love xx

p.s. natasha romanoff ;)

I let out a small chuckle as Barry wildly dances in the living room of my apartment. He extends his hand out towards me and I grabit. The two of us start dancing around to Closer by The Chainsmokers. I sing along with the words while Barry acts as my backup dancer.

I legitimately pull him closer as I sway my hips to the beat. He lets out a flustered laugh and I wish I could capture this exact moment. His green eyes staring at me with adoration, acting like we belonged in eachother’s arms. A loud ping resonates through the room coming from both our phones and I knew exactly what it was. The large smiles that were once on our face instantly slipped away. I grab the remote and shut the music off as I read the message from Cisco.

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Pairing: Dad!Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Prompt: Reader and Dean have a daughter named Gracie

Tags: Pregnant!Reader, Dad!Dean, Dad!Cas 

Words: 1190

Note: I don’t even know. I just wanted Dad!Dean and then this happened. 

Also I literally hate title’s so much. 

Originally posted by ksenianovak

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