waiting on some miracle to walk in or fall into my box

Meet You Downstairs

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As Jack descends in the elevator to the basement, it strikes him that he never knew his condo building had a rental suite. Between his hockey commitments and hermit tendencies, there’s still a lot about his own home he doesn’t know despite living here for six years. It’s part of the reason he offered to help out around the building: to keep himself social during the summer season. His parents talked a lot about building a community of friends outside of work, and he knows his way around a toolbox so. Why not?

The basement is… really creepy, actually, reserved for the storage lockers and recycling bins. Even the parking garage is a level up and more inviting than this. There’s only one hallway so Jack follows it, certain he’s going the right way when he hears the voice through the wall.

“It’s fine, Mama. I know you wanted to help me pick out a place but this one is great. It’s in a nice neighbourhood, very secure… Yes, I got your pepper spray in the care package, but please, this is Providence, not New York City.”

Jack doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but he can’t help but notice how young this guy sounds. In a building where the average condo sells for over two million dollars, most of the neighbours he sees in the halls are retirees or working professionals. There aren’t many parties, which he appreciates.

He knocks on the cheap wooden door which rattles in the hinges. No wonder they’re renting this room out instead of selling, he thinks. There’s shuffling on the other side, and Jack hears the boy… man say “Goodness, I think the custodian is here already… of course I have pie who do you think I am? Call you back, love you.”

The door opens and there’s a lingering moment of silence as they each look at the person across from them. This guy looks to be a few years younger than Jack, a bit shorter, lean but with well-defined muscles he can see quite clearly thanks to him wearing the shortest shorts that could possibly be considered not-underwear. He’s staring. Oh boy, he’s staring and he needs to not be doing that so he drags his eyes up and they stall on the loose neckline of his tank top.  

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contrivedcoincidences6  asked:

So what if Mulder and Scully came across Phoebe again? Like right around the time they started sleeping together? Could you write it???

I started this ages ago and now completely rewrote the thing and it ended up soft and fluffy. Set, presumably, in season 7-ish.

Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

His mind is playing tricks on him. Or maybe he needs new glasses. Those are the only two explanations Mulder will accept. He’s standing in the Walmart cereal aisle, of all places, holding on to a box of Lucky Charms, clinging to it. At the other end, and he convinces himself it can’t be real, can’t really be who he thinks it is, stands a heavily pregnant woman; a woman who looks way too familiar. There’s a small child next to her, repeatedly tugging at her hand.

“Mommy, cereal. We need cereal.” Another trick, he thinks, when Mulder swears he hears the faint sound of a British accent. 

“In a moment, Lena.” Or maybe he’s not crazy. He startles; even years later, even if had been decades, there is only one person with that voice. Her head turns into his direction the moment Mulder realizes that he’s in fact just stumbled upon Phoebe Green. 

He can’t move, squeezes the box of Lucky Charms too tightly, as the child runs towards him, followed by Phoebe. She has seen him, obviously recognized him, too. The shopping cart wheels get louder, are obnoxious on the floor. The creaking sound an uncomfortable, yet fitting reminder of Mulder Phoebe’s relationship.

“Fox, is that really you?” Phoebe, pregnancy and all, has barely changed. Her smile is the same even if her face is rounder now. She’s glowing in that particular way only pregnant woman seem to be able to. Her hair is longer, falls softly over her shoulders. Her eyes are much kinder.  

“Phoebe.” He croaks out.

“I want Lucky Charms, too.” The child - Lena - grabs at the box Mulder is holding. As if there weren’t plenty more boxes waiting on the shelf.

“What- what are you doing here?“ Mulder asks but stares at the child. The girl has Phoebe’s eyes and the same stubborn determination. 

"My husband is from here. We’re in town for his sister’s wedding.” Married. Pregnant. A mother. This is Phoebe Green, ex-girlfriend and no-nonsense horror of Scotland Yard, but she couldn’t be farther from the woman he once knew.

“That’s… nice.”

“Fox, you were never able to hide your emotions very well. Things change, so do people. I’ve changed.”

“I can see that. Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thank you.” Her hand wanders to her swollen belly, strokes it absent-mindedly. Her small daughter eyes Mulder curiously. He stares back, wondering how old the girl is. Once upon a time, for a short while, he entertained the idea of starting a family with Phoebe. In another life this might have been his child. The thought makes him shiver. Makes him think of another child who had her mother’s eyes. And other children that might never be.

“What brings you here? Don’t tell me you moved to the suburbs." 

"Uhm no. I’m here with my… my…” Phobe glances at him, her eyes curious, and Mulder can’t find the right word. He and Scully haven’t exactly defined what they are. They are, in everything they do, partners. This thing between them, this romance, is still so new, so fragile in a way, that there is no right word to label it with. Is Scully his girlfriend? His lover? Or still his partner? 

“Your wife?” Phoebe offers.

“No! No… with my-”

“Mulder?” Scully turns the corner that exact moment and walks up to him, her whole attitude wary.

“Scully.” It’s a sigh, salvation, his rescue. 

“Your Scully?” Phoebe repeats sounding confused. The little girl giggles and, bored with the grown ups, starts talking to the animals on the cereal boxes. 

“My partner, Scully. Remember Phoebe Green?”

“We worked on a case together years ago.” Scully says and holds out her hand to Phoebe. For someone who doesn’t know Scully very well, she might appear calm and friendly. There’s a pleasant smile on her face. Mulder knows her, though. Her back straight and stiff, her attitude is one of suspicion. 

“So you and your partner, Fox. Who would have thought?” Phoebe grins at them and oh, oh. Mulder feels Scullys anger transpire; it runs through her, picks up speed. She steps closer to him, despite her let’s be professional in public, Mulder mindset, and to his greatest surprise, and joy, slinks her arm around him. 

“Like you said, Phoebe, things change.” Mulder says. Phoebe nods and smirks at Scully, who claws her fingers into his sides. Mulder tries not to make a sound. Her nails, he and his back know, are as fierce as the rest of her. 

“Obviously. Look, I’m happy for you. Both of you.”

“Sorry to keep this short,” Scully interrupts, fed up with the situation, “but we’ve got to get going. We’re kind of on a schedule.” Scully’s voice is clipped and precise. They have all the time in the world, actually. Mrs. Scully sent them out to buy groceries; there’s no schedule, no plans, only Scully’s obvious will to get away from this particular blast from the past.

“It was nice to run into you, Fox. You, too, Ms. Scully.” The two women nod at each other once more and Mulder feels like they might have forgotten about him as they eye each other carefully.  

“You, too, Phoebe. Take care.” Scully grabs his arm and drags him along. He’s still holding the Lucky Charms and the box almost falls out of his hand as Scully rushes him away from Phoebe.

“What the hell, Mulder?”

“What? What did I do?" 

"Where did she come from? Your ex-girlfriend.”

“Phoebe? She’s here for a wedding apparently. It’s not like I invited her for a clandestine date in the Walmart cereal aisle, Scully. I was just as surprised to see her as you were.”

“She’s pregnant.” Scully doesn’t look at him as she puts various items in their shopping cart. 

“I noticed." 

"How did that happen?” Scully asks though it seems like she’s not even aware she’s talking out loud.

“Scully, do I have to explain the birds and the bees to you?" 

"No, Mulder. I just…” She stops in front of baby wipes. How did they end up in the baby department of the store anyway? He takes her shoulders and steers her out of the land of soft blues, pinks and yellows. Maybe one day, he hopes. Maybe.

“I know what you’re thinking and you’re right. It isn’t fair.” Mulder puts his arms around her, draws her close. “We won’t give up, all right?” After a moment, she nods. “I’m not letting you give up on our miracle. And I’m not going to let Phoebe get into your head. Believe me, you don’t want her there. I don’t want her anywhere in our life.”

“I agree.”

“Hey look, we agree on something!” They grin at each other. Ignoring where they are, throwing all caution to the wind, Mulder presses his lips against hers. It doesn’t matter that they’re in the middle of a suburban Walmart. It doesn’t matter that at some point Phoebe and her daughter walk past them; he’ll recognize that voice anywhere, any time. The only thing that matters is them, here and now.

Learning to Ride

A while back @audreycritter and I were talking about Jason and bike riding which bloomed the idea for this story. Thanks so much Audrey for all your help getting me through this. : ) 

Words: 5,200

Rating: Gen

Summary:  Bruce was going to teach Jason how to ride a bike, but he’d died before they’d gotten to try. When Jason finds his bike in the attic Bruce decides it’s maybe time to try again.

Warnings: None

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Jason couldn’t remember why he’d gone up to the attic. There’d been a reason, he was sure, but whatever it had been was lost on him the moment he laid eyes on the bike. Unlike most everything else in the dimly lit space it was pristine. Not a speck of dust or dirt rested on it. The paint was as fresh and red as the day Jason had picked it out at the store. The tires were full and the chain looked brand new.

He reached out and touched his hand to the rubber grips on the handles, brushing his fingers over the rough edges of one of the bike’s only imperfections. The rubber was scuffed just so on the handle from where it had hit the concrete. If he reached down, he’d find a matching scruff on the hard plastic of the pedal. He’d been supposed to go out with Bruce to ride it. Instead he’d been late, caught up at a meeting. What it was for Jason couldn’t remember, he hadn’t cared enough at the time, only that it had ruined a promise. He’d wanted to show Bruce, show him what he’d missed out on, by learning himself.

He’d found out quickly that the bike was a bit too big for him, just like Bruce had warned him, and the weight of it had been too much. Too much to attempt riding, especially when he didn’t know how. Except he’d been so angry. So, he’d acted out, wanting to stir an emotion from Bruce, even if it wasn’t the one he actually needed. All he’d gotten for it was a scraped knee and a scuffed bike.

He had the distinct memory of shoving the bike against the brick of the shed he was supposed to keep it in and stomping inside. He’d blown past a worried Alfred and disheveled Bruce, just come back from his meeting, only half an hour late for their promised time.

He’d seethed with self loathing for the rest of the night. At falling. At scratching his new bike. At himself for not waiting for Bruce. He couldn’t get Bruce’s confused look out of his head, or his words twinged with hurt. He’d promised. He’d left early. He’d even come back. If only Jason had waited. There was still a faint scar on his knee from the accident. A little white line as a reminder of how impatience and hotheadedness could mess up something good.

“There you are, do you need some help finding the box?” Bruce’s voice, jarring in the way it was so normal, erased the lingering tones of hurt Jason had almost been able to hear moments ago.

Jason turned to look at him, Bruce had noticed the bike. A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “I remember when I got that for you.”

It hit him again how dusty everything else was. How the room was filled with the disused, old, and forgotten. His hand fell from the handle like it had burned him. His mind went back to the memorial, always in sight, always ready to bring fresh the memory of his death. And his room, the first time he’d walked in it had been like a tomb. Frozen in time. Not a thing moved from where he’d left it, socks draped over his chair, a book half open on the bed. There hadn’t been a speck of dust to be found there either, it had even smelled clean. Like lemon, the bright scent a burning contrast to the dreary weight of memory. A room should never smell like lemon.

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we exist now, together

“This is a formal thank you/ to the universe for allowing/ your birth to be the biggest/ miracle of my life.” He tries to calculate the probability of you two meeting. He doesn’t believe in coincidences, so he does the only thing he can wrap his head around. Math. And probabilities.

wc: 853 // insp: possibilities by darshana suresh

Originally posted by toyboxboy

The night feels a bit cliche, something straight out of those cheesy novels he’s seen Penelope and JJ thumb through once or twice. A storm is passing through the city and the rain is hitting the window pane in a rapid pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter that is enough to lull him to sleep. The winds outside are rough, strong enough to rattle the windows, and the thunder loud enough to echo through the empty apartment.

But Spencer can usually sleep through storms, he’s braved through 36 years worth of worse things than storms. They’re almost therapeutic to him, in a way.

Tonight though, he is wide awake.

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It’s Complicated - Theo Raeken

Summary: Based of one of my favorite songs Bad Things by MGK ft. Camila Cabello. Takes place during season 6.

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 2,976

Author’s Note: Second imagine! Wooo! I was never really a Theo girl. I couldn’t understand the appeal since he was evil. But I love this song and I thought it’d be great for Theo. I know the song is called Bad Things, but it could have easily been called it’s complicated. Also, I’m still not 100% sure what Cody’s eye color is. It looks blueish but sorta greenish. Idk. If you know, tell me please. 

It’s late but it’s still Teen Wolf Tuesday

P.S. Some of the words are lyrics to the song. I wish I could take credit, then I could pay off some of this college debt. In other words, I don’t own them.

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Mrs. Douglas was going on about some science experiment she was going to have the class do. But you were too busy staring out the window to pay attention. There was going to be a full moon tonight. Which meant another night you were going to wolf-out. It’s been 3 months since Theo got dragged to wherever the hell he was, which meant it was going to be the 3rd time you’d get chained up at Lydia’s lake house. Theo was your anchor, and with him gone you had no one to think of to calm you.

Some would say you were out of your mind to be in love with Theo Raeken. Some being Stiles. You couldn’t really explained why you fell for the original chimera.

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You Won’t Lose Me - Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean gets hurt, badly. The reader makes a risky decision. 

Word Count: 2,500 (I was so fucking pleased by this)

Warnings: Dean almost dying, blood. 

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I know I look crazy...

Alright I may look like a total psychopath but i really would like you opinion

@squirrellygirlart and @mr-hawkmoth 

Because you are me and my sisters idols I would really like your guys thoughts oh and sorry for basically online harassing you Squirrellygirlart    

Anastasia Au

(DISCLAIMER: They are not ladybug and chat noir)

Adrien has been in a orphanage for basically his whole life.

The King and Queen of England (Gabriel and Mama Agreste) are really sad because it’s been 15 years since their child went missing.

Adrien has the same first name though! And can speak english too

He had a lullaby he always remembered (Once upon a dream!!)

Con artist Plagg, his wife Tikki and their daughter Marinette are trying to find a fake Adrien Agreste to give to the family and get a reward

Plagg helped The queen and king escape when the kidnappers got into the palace when they took Adrien 15 years ago and took Adrien’s music box from the queen’s room (he was going to give it to her but they got split up.)

Plagg and Tikki go to jail for stealing money and they get caught so Mari is going to get the Ten Million Euro reward (DAMN) to 1) bail her parents out and 2) have more money.

She finds Adrien and convinces him he is the missing child.

Adrien has a cat named pooka and she comes along (to basically be Anastasia’s dog, if you have seen the movie.)

Her partner Rose Lavillant (yeah deal with it) helps ‘Train adrien’

He runs away with them.

When they get to London she realizes that Adrien is the REAL Adrien Agreste

Mari also realizes she is in love with Adrien.

Adrien finds out that Mari tricked him and thinks she thinks he is not the real adrien.

He gets mad at her and refuses to talk to her and only talks to Rose.

Mari convinces The parents to let Adrien see one of the royal family members.

Adrien meets Gabriel  late at night (like 11:30) in a guarder room in a separate house in London.

Mari argues with the king to see Adrien and gives him the music box.

“I’m done with seeing impostors trying to pull of as my son.”

“I’m no impostor sir! I am Adrien Agreste!”

“Enough with this!”

“Sir please! I am your son!”

“Do you think i’m some fool?!”

“At Least let me see Mrs. Agreste!”

“My wife is to fragile to meet another Imposter! When she found that the first boy who came wasn’t Adrien she was heartbroken!”

Gabriel goes to leave the room

Adrien starts singing his lullaby with the music box

A: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem.But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Gabriel remembers that him and his wife sang that to Adrien every night before he was taken.

G: “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream”


A + G: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Gabriel hugs adrien

(Quietly) “You are my son”

Adrien meets His parents


The king and queen offer Rose a job and she accepts

They offer Mari the reward money… but she doesn’t take the money.

“You sent for me, your grace?” Mari asked

“Ten million euros, as promised, and my gratitude.” The King said.

“I accept your gratitude, you highness, But I- I don’t want the money.”

“What do you want then?” The queen asks

“Unfortunately, nothing you can give.”

“Young woman, where did you get the music box? Your father was the man who saved us? Then you restore our son to us, yet you want no reward.”

“Not anymore.”

“Why the change of mind?” The king asks

“It was more of a change of heart…I must go.”

Adrien’s parents are like ‘Damn she hella in love.’

She leaves the room and runs into Adrien on the stairs.

“Hello, Marinette.” Adrien spoke coldly


“Did you collect your reward?”

“My business is complete.’

“Uh, young lady, you will bow.. And address the prince as ‘Your Highness” the servant said

“No that’s not necessary” Adrien said

“Please” Mari responded “Your Highness i’m glad you found what you were looking for.”

“Yes. I’m glad you did too.”

“Well, then, good-bye, your Highness.”

“Good-bye” Adrien spoke quietly.

Mari goes to say bye to rose

“Well, if you’re ever in the scummy part of paris again, look me up.” Mari said “So long Rose.”

They shared a quick embrace

“Ah, Marinette… you’re making a mistake.”

“Trust me… this is the one thing i’m doing right.”

She goes to pet Adrien’s cat

“So long, cat.”

Pooka lets out a whine.

“I can’t stay. I don’t belong here.”

The epic Ball/party/dance starts for Adrien being found.

They are looking through the drapes.

“She’s not there.” The queen spoke to her son.

“Oh, I know she’s not– she, who’s not there mother?”

“A remarkable young woman… whose father found a music box.”

“No, she’s probably too busy spending her reward money as fast as she can.”

The queen looked off quickly before speaking again “Look at them dance… you were born into this world of glittering jewels, and fine titles, but I wonder… if this is what you really want.”

“Of course!” Adrien answered. “Of course it is. I found what I was looking for! I found out who I am, I found you!”

“Yes you did find me– and you’ll always have me–” She pulled Adrien into a tight hug “but is it enough?…. My darling, she didn’t take the money.”

Adrien pulled back, shocked “She-She didn’t?”

“Knowing that you are alive, seeing the man you have become…brings me joy I never thought I could feel again.” She said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Whatever you choose,” The king said walking through the curtains. “We will always be a family.” He walked over to Adrien and kissed his forehead.

“Mother, father, can’t you tell me the–” Adrien turned around to see both of his parents had gone through the curtains, to the dance floor.

He looked through and took a step out, before stepping back.

He hears a noise and pooka hissing

He runs outside to see men with long metal rods ready to beat the living shit out of him, and probably kill him. (They were the guys who abducted him when he was a baby.)

Mari jumps out to defend Adrien and gets beat the shit out of, but the guys left injured.

“Mari” Adrien said flipping the unconscious (Probably dead) girl on her back.

“No.” he cried into his knees facing away from the girl

Mari groans as she gets up, Adrien gasps

He throws his arms out and accidentally slaps her lightly as he goes of a big hug.

“Ow! Let go, let go.” she said before falling back in pain

“Sorry. Sorry”

She groaned as she propped herself on her knees.

“I thought you were going back to paris?” Adrien asked

“I was.” Mari said

“You didn’t take the–”

“I couldn’t.”


Mari leans closer to the blonde boy. “Because… I-”

Adrien started pulling Mari into a kiss

Pooka meows with the crown around his neck.

“Oh…” Mari said before taking the crown off the cat’s neck. She holds in in her hands as she looks at Adrien. They both stand up. “They’re waiting for you.”

He take it from the dark haired girl.


The king puts down the crown made for his son, picking up a note in a room full of guards and servants looking for his son.

Dear father and mother,

Wish me luck. We’ll be together in London again soon.

Love, your son, Adrien Agreste.  

The king passed it to his wife she read it over quickly

“Oh! They’ve eloped! Isn’t it romantic? It’s a perfect ending!”

The king smiled. “No. It’s a perfect beginning.”

The queen goes by his side as the gaze at the stars knowing that their son will be back.


Adrien (still in full prince attire) and Mari are ballroom dancing and then kissing (much to Pookas disgust) on a boat taking them back to paris, but just for a bit, they need to meet a lovely dark haired young woman’s parents.

Adrien picked her up (bridal style) and spun her in circles, Marinette couldn’t contain her giggles.

“Don’t worry London,” Adrien shouted out to the air “We will be back soon!”



Someone goes back in time to make sure adrien’s parents never meet and he goes back to get them together Au

(DISCLAIMER: They are ladybug and chat noir)

Somehow an akuma gets time travel power (Like a time machine, not like time breaker)

They hate Adrien and are all salty and they’re all like “Ha Adrien Agreste i’m going back in time to stop your parents from meeting!”

Adrien and Mari (both transformed) (plus alya and nino cause the get sucked in for some reason) go back in time to 1986 (Both of his parents are 24)

And because the go back in time Adrien and Mari get EXPOSED (Because 16 years ago they didn’t have their kwami) and the gang freaks out for a bit and then adrien’s like “Yo i’m really happy Mari’s ladybug but the akuma kinda wants me dead.”

Adrien’s parents meet at a coffee shop when Gabriel was just a broke design student. (Mama Agreste’s name will be Mia for the sake of the woman having a name)

But the akuma messes it up and thinks that their work is done.

BUTTTT the squad breaks into a concert that Gabe and Mia are going to.


Adrien notices that he’s slowly disappearing.

Mari, Alya and Nino go out into the crowd to try to push the two together

Adrien hijacking the finale performance.

He pulls a Brian in ‘Meet the Quagmires’  


Mia and Gabe walk towards each other thanks to Nino, Mari and Alya’s coaching.

They first meet and Gabriel is like “I know this sounds weird but… can I kiss you?”

“Yes you may”

They leave the concert to go on a real date.

Adrien isn’t disappearing!!

Mari and Adrien kiss in the V-J Day in Times Square style and a photographer gets it.

Because the akuma fails they go back to their time.

Ladybug captures the akuma, blah blah blah

The next day they go to school the next day and they do modern history.

“And here class (on the projector) is a picture from 1986 that got famous for being an inspiration for Gabriel Agreste’s first very popular clothes line. As you see the three pictures are taken as the boy leans in for the kiss. As you can see this was also very popular because it was an interracial couple kissing very similar to the V-J day kiss.” AND ITS ADRIEN AND MARI KISSING BACK IN THE 80’S AND THEY ARE TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT.

“Nino, Alya, Marinette, and Adrien do you have a comment about this photo?”

Alya dying laughing “No-no we, were good.”

The whole class is like ‘Wtf guys what’s so funny?’

The squad just giggles the rest of the lesson and almost gets kicked out like 70 times.

When class is over Adrien picks up Mari and just runs the fuck out

And is adorable. And everyones like WTF? What happened since yesterday like Mari couldn’t even talk to him and now the are like a couple???

And someone’s like “Hey that couple from the picture kinda look like Mari and Adrien”

Everyone: “…… Nah!”


The Maid | L.H

Requested (like months ago, but I finally got some inspiration. Better late than never)

You walked up to the iron gates of the grand house at the end of the street. It was the first day of your new job. You had been looking for a part time job for a while.  You were in your final year of uni and your student loan had long since run out; so if you wanted to eat you had to get a job.

When you saw the ad for a maid online you were sceptical. You were not the most tidy person and you didn’t really like the idea of cleaning up after someone else. Then you saw that the employer was offering much better pay than you would get elsewhere. So you decided to apply, not expecting much as you were inexperienced in the field.

However if by some miracle, he picked you. You had been a bit wary, as you didn’t know this man’s name, only what he required of you. It had occurred to you that he may be a creepy man trying to lure you to his house under false pretences. However you were so desperate that you had decided to put a little faith in humanity.

You pressed the buzzer on the gate. A few moments passed before the gates opened allowing you onto the property. You walked up the obnoxiously large driveway until you eventually reached the front door. You knocked on the door before looking down at the extravagant marble porch.

You heard the door open.

“No Fucking Way” you heard a deep voice.

Your head snapped up to see familiar blue eyes. You would know those eyes anywhere. Your eyes traced his face. He had aged well, he had let his hair fall in natural curls and a well groomed beard adorned his strong jawline. You looked back to his eyes. There was no doubt, it was Luke, your high school ex.

“Sorry I must have the wrong house” you say turning to walk back down the drive.

“Y/N wait” he says grabbing your wrist. His touch was foreign yet familiar. You turned to look at him. “You’re here about the maid position right?” he says.

“Yes” you mutter.

“Well you’re in the right place, come in” he smiles, leading you inside.

“Okay so I need you to clean the kitchen and the master bedroom and the bathrooms twice a week” he starts explaining your duties.

“Wait a minute” you interrupt him. “Doesn’t this bother you?” you said gesturing to the situation. It surprised you how open to this he was, although you parted on good terms it was you that broke up with him and he wasn’t too thrilled at the time.

“Well I knew you’d come back to me eventually” he mutters.

“Luke, I haven’t come back to you, I needed a job. I had no idea it was you” you respond, “If I’d known it was you I probably wouldn’t have come” you added quietly.

A hurt expression flashed across Luke’s face but it was gone in an instant. “Oh and how’s that career working out for you if you’re having to clean my kitchen. I know how messy you are so you must be desperate for money.” he spat with a cocky smile.

What he said was harsh, but you couldn’t blame him, after all you had broken up with him before university. You wanted to focus on your career and you didn’t want to do long distance. Luke had tried to convince you that you didn’t need to go to university. He was set to take over his father’s company, and he tried to convince you that he could support the both of you. You knew he could but you didn’t want him to, you wanted to make your own way in the world not rely on your rich boyfriend for everything.

“Uni’s going great actually, I’ve got a job offer at an amazing company when I finish because I did an internship with them last summer. I just have to finish the year. I only need money so I don’t starve to death in the meantime” you finish with a sarcastic smile.

“Oh”  was all Luke said his cocky demeanour vanished. 

There was a moment’s silence before he finally said something “That’s great, I’m happy for you, the job’s still yours if you want it”

You thought about leaving, not knowing whether it was good idea to work for your ex but then you remembered how poor you were and realised you didn’t really have a choice.


You had been Luke’s maid for three weeks now. You didn’t really see him often. Most of the times you came to clean he was at the office. He had given you a key and you tried to be in and out before he got home. The two of you were civil towards each other, but there was still some tension.

You were cleaning his bedroom. Dusting his shelves and changing the sheets. You open his large walk-in wardrobe to put away his clothes. You pushed his shirts on the rail to one side to make room for the freshly laundered ones. In the bottom you found a small cardboard box that had ‘Do not open’ written on the lid. It looked tatty and old. You knew you shouldn’t look but your curiosity overcame you. You carefully lifted the lid and peeked inside.

It was full of photographs and a small teddy bear that looked familiar. You picked up a handful of photos. The first was a picture of you and Luke in the local diner back home. It was taken on your first date. You flipped through the rest of them. Smiling as the memories of your time together resurfaced.

“What are you doing?” a deep voice interrupted your thoughts. You turn around to see Luke in the doorway to the wardrobe. His eyes fall to the photos in your hands. His eyes widen.

“You weren’t meant to find these” he grumbles in annoyance. He takes them from you and put them back in the box.

“Why do you even still have them?” you ask wondering why he kept them after your separation.

“I couldn’t throw them away” he looks down at the floor, not wanting to meet your gaze. “Our time together was the best time of my life. And I know I have money now and a good job and I should be happy, but I don’t have you. I kept them in the hopes I might find you again.” he sighs.

You didn’t know what to say. Luke clearly hadn’t moved on. You hadn’t either to an extent. You hadn’t been with anyone since you parted; you had thrown yourself into your studies and any lingering feelings were forgotten in the whirlwind of your new life. But now that you were back in his presence and you had seen the photos, the feelings you had suppressed came flooding back.

The two of you stood in silence, Luke was staring at the ground, embarrassed over his confession.

You made a bold move, striding towards him and wrapping your arms around him. You pulled him into a tight hug.

His head snapped up in surprise when he felt your warm embrace. When you didn’t pull away he hesitantly wrapped his arms round you. You didn’t know what this meant or if things could go back to how they were. But right now you were content being wrapped up in his embrace.


When I Was Your Man (Jinho ft. Yeo One Scenario)

Word count: 13K (13814)

Idol: Jinho ft. Yeo One (Pentagon)

Genre: Fluff and angst and fluff and angst af and fluff (such a rollercoaster, brace yourselves)

A/N: This is sort of a bonus writing to my usual stuff but today’s Jinho’s birthday so I wanted to do this as a birthday post for him. It wasn’t supposed to be this long but oh well… the feels wouldn’t let me live. This is lowkey based in When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars bc my life ended when Jinho made a cover of that song. I hope you like it.

Originally posted by lalistle

You were still in front of the mirror. It had been more than thirty minutes now and you hadn’t picked a dress yet. The midnight blue veil dress was beautiful, loose and comfortable, but damn… that tight black dress was the physical definition of classy and sexy. It had a choker type neck, a little lace all the way through the collarbones and super short sleeves. That should be the one. Would he like it though? You didn’t want to be too insinuating to give him a wrong idea of yourself considering this was your fifth date, if you were not wrong, and he really didn’t look like someone who was looking for something ephemeral or meaningless.

This was the very first time he had asked you out to such a formal place, you knew it was a fancy restaurant but you didn’t know it was so expensive until you googled the website. It was somewhere you could only dream with going and somehow you felt a little guilty for saying yes without knowing what it would imply.

What if he did it just to impress you and he had to make a huge effort to pay for the whole thing? You had to admit it had caught you off guard, so you had said yes almost by instinct because how much you liked him and you really didn’t care about the place as long as you could spend sometime with him. You shook your head with a frustrated smile, that sounded so desperate. But it was how you actually felt.

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Who’s Your Daddy?

/ Part 1 / / Part 2 / / Part 3 / / Part 4 / / Part 5 / / Part 6 / / Part 7 / / Part 8 / / Part 9 / / Part 10 /

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: OH MY GOD who’s your daddy is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Fuking good,  When are you going to update who is your daddy? :-),  Can i ask what days you psot whos your daddy

Tagged: @yougottalovefandoms  @phan—anime , @ thatblondeemogirl, @waitingfor-captainamerica@kaiyaisbae @huntermichelle @g0back2bed@honeymoonmuke @captainboomerangsunicorn​ @meganlpie, @sociallethality, @ jaib2-blog @birbwrites @pottethead4life @ xvalgbx

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers

Summary: Then there were two.

Where did everything go wrong? The glade was never a sanctuary to begin with, nothing that anybody was proud to be apart of, but at least there was a sense of peace and order in the community. But now, everything seemed to be falling apart. How it all happened, you may wonder. It’s a very simple answer to a very simple query; when she came alone. 

- - - - 

It was an ordinary evening in the glade, nothing different, nothing suspicious. For once it was actually peaceful and quiet. The runners were going to return soon, the gardeners doing their thing, the builders finishing up some final touches on their new shed for extra tools, just the same endless routine as always. Or was it? 

The glade was suppose to be receiving a new greenie that month, but was taking longer than expected. A few days past the usual drop-off, to be exact. Sometimes it would be during the afternoon, maybe even the mornings if they’re lucky; now the sun was close to setting behind the maze walls and everyone was starting to settle down after a long day of hard work. Alby looked out into the distance, watching everyone do their last minute checks before wrapping everything up. Inhaling a long breath, he directed his attention over to where the box was located. Why hasn’t it sounded off yet? 

“Bloody thing still hasn’t come up yet?” Newt limped toward the leader, his face coated in sweat and a few dirt specks. 

“Afraid not. Maybe we’re just not getting a greenie this month,” he shrugs. Turning his attention to the runners entering the glade once again, the walls didn’t take long to soon start to close right after, confirming Alby’s theory. Nodding to his second in command, Alby walked toward his hut, deciding to call it a day. Newt took one more look at the box, a strange feeling building up in his stomach; what if they weren’t getting a new greenie? What would that mean for them? Shrugging it off himself, Newt starts to make his way over to his own much needed rest. 

“Hey, Newtmas!” Gally exclaimed, while jogging up to the Brit. “What gives, we not getting a new greenie?” 

“I suppose that’s what it looks like. Guess that means no bonfire for tonight, which means everyone is just gonna have to-” 

“Hey, shuck-face!” Minho was next to jog over to the two, Thomas trailing not too far behind him. “Did I just hear we’re not getting a bonfire tonight, are you shucking serious? A whole month of having to deal with Thomas’s klunk and I can’t get one night of getting drunk off my ass?” 

Thomas glares in his running partner’s direction, about to spark an argument between the two, until Gally interjected. 

“Alby hasn’t said anything to you about this?” 

Newt sighs, rubbing over his aching eyeballs, just begging them to be closed. “Look, I’m just as bummed to not get pissy drunk as the next fellow, unfortunately, it’s not happening this month. I’m sorry.” 

“’I’m sorry’? That’s really all you’ve got to say? We can’t get one shucking day off, is that really too much to ask?” Minho sasses, his face scrunching in annoyance. 

“Look, those are the rules. We’re not in this bloody maze to party whenever we feel like it. On special occasions, have shucking at it. But, for right now, unless a bloody miracle comes up in the godforsaken box, there won’t be any-” 

As if the gods were listening with patient ears, the sound of the box echoed around the quiet glade, scaring it into an even deeper silence. Everyone raced in utter excitement at the signal of a new member to torture and pick fun at, a good portion of them relieved that they were getting a newbie after all; mostly because of the much desired bonfire. The group of four merely stared at the box in shock, with their mouths hanging low at the sudden appearance of said miracle. Chuckling softly, Thomas pats Newt on the shoulder, a small grin upon his face. 

“Well, let’s go greet the miracle.” 

Blinking a couple of times, Newt and the rest all follow behind Thomas to, indeed, go greet the fresh meat. Once everyone was in close range of the opening, they watched as the doors slid open. Alby, during all of this commotion, made his way over as soon as the sound went off, looking down at the box in curiosity and confusion. Now that the sun was barely above the steel walls, nobody could really make out the figure that laid on the ground, could barely see them at all. 

“Can’t see a bloody thing…” Newt commented. “Gally, do your thing.” 

Cracking his neck at the command, Gally wasted no time jumping down into the hole filled with darkness. The only sound the gladers heard were the sound of his boots hitting the hard surface of the box, but nothing soon after that. Everyone stayed silent with anticipation. 

“What do you see?” Alby finally voiced. “Any greenie?” 

Gally stayed silent for a moment, his eyes trained on one thing in particular that stayed crouched in the shadows. Taking a few cautious steps toward it, Gally certainly wasn’t ready to be charged by the figure with a blunt object in their hands. Lucky for him, he was quick enough to dodge the blow by ducking, throwing the figure off balance for a moment until they tried to swing at him again. Most gasped at the sudden attack, while others cheered the person on; this would seem like any ordinary greenie behavior to them. The only difference in this encounter: the greenie was a girl. 

Her encounter was anything but pleasant, I’ll tell you that. Her scuff with Gally inside the box, she got a couple good blows at his face until he had finally overpowered her into losing her weapon. Grabbing her by the arms, she was lifted up into the crowd of boys to be held down and talked to. Of course this was normal behavior for any greenie to act, but she was a girl surrounded by hundreds of boys; she was terrified. 

So terrified, to the point she passed out. 

- - - - 


That’s all she remembered. Her mind blank, and filled with nothing but pure silence. Why couldn’t she remember anything? One moment she had memories and then…gone. Nothing, just an empty organ. But, how could she possibly try and remember anything when being stared down upon by unfamiliar gazes. She felt so small, so helpless; who were these people? What did they want?

Morning had finally peaked, and our protagonist has found herself in some sort of room that was surrounded by armature nursing tools, first aid kits and supplies. Blinking slowly at the ceiling, a small groan falls from her lips, alarming the group of boys who waited next door behind the thin walls - all trudging in at once. This only seemed to startle her as she leaped from the bed to grab the nearest weapon in her sight: scissors. One of them held their hands up slowly, taking a few steps closer, so not to alarm her any further. She watched his every move carefully, the sharp end of the scissors pointed in his direction, following his every move. 

“H-Hello, hello there. My name is Jeff…I’m just here to help you, I’m not gonna hurt you, none of us are.” He talked with caution, not too sure on what words would set her off. “How are you feeling?” 

Not being able to find her voice yet, or better yet not trusting them enough to talk, she nods to signify that she was okay. Sending her a slanted grin in response, Jeff walked a little closer, only to for her to jab her scissors at him - warning him not to take another step.  

“Whoa there, girly. You’ve done enough damage, and haven’t even been here a full 24 hours.” Gally grunts, almost making Thomas chortle at the bruises he now wore on his face. “Be calm, be calm.” 

She gulped, watching their every move as she slowly backed herself against the wall of the bed, trying to get as far away from them as possibly. The intimidation in the room was suffocating, her heart might just explode in her chest. She didn’t know who to trust…or if she could trust them at all. Noticing that the situation wasn’t getting any better, the Brit decides to speak. 

“Hey,” He says as softly as possibly, enough to catch her attention. “It’s alright, love, you’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you, okay? We just want to help you. Promise. Do you know your name?”

She gulped again, darting her eyes from left to right, up to the ceiling and down to the floor as she searched her brain for answers. Then, it hit her. 

“Y-Y/n…m-my name is Y/n.” Blinking rapidly that she was able to connect those dots, it seemed to put her at ease to put the scissors down. Nodding to herself, she confirmed the name mentally. 

Grateful that she at least remembered her name, Y/n took a moment to catch her breath and actually take a look at the gentlemen that accompanied her in the room. Each and everyone of them exchanged looks, all of them wondering the same thing: why did they send a girl? 

“Well, Y/n, mind telling me why you decided to go bat-shit crazy and attack my face?” Gally spoke through clenched teeth, while gesturing to the bruises.

Snickering, Minho decided to make a comment. “I honestly think it was an improvement.” 

Growling in his direction, Y/n rubs the back of her head while letting out a small, nervous chuckle. “Sorry, I guess I kinda panicked. Call it a reflex, it was a fight or flight situation.” 

“I’d call that normal greenie behavior - Thomas actually picked both fight and flight.” Alby added in, patting said glader on the shoulder. Walking up to her, he tried his best to not give off any sign of intimidation. “Everything that you are feeling right now, is perfectly normal. Confused, scared, paranoid, you name it - we’ve all been there.”

“Being surrounded by unfamiliar faces can be a bit overwhelming, I’ll give you that, let alone being the only shucking girl in this place, I would bash Gally’s face in, too.” Newt added, the latter now glaring the his direction. This only seemed to catch Y/n’s attention even more as she blinked up at the boy. 

“T-The only girl?” He nods. “B-But how is that even-”

“There will be plenty of time to discuss everything soon, I promise. Newt here will show you around the glade, get you situated in no time, and if you need anything - just let me know. You may be a girl, but the rules still apply to you, greenie.” 

“I say dump this shank in the maze, and let the grievers have her. She seems like trouble, I can feel it.” Gally snarls, only to be hit in the shoulder. 

“Shuckface, you’re only saying that because she totally kicked your ass. Besides, you think everyone is trouble.” 

Gally fell silent after that, partially from the shame of his statement being true, and the other being that he just didn’t have anything else to back up his argument. But, he would still keep a sharp eye on her. 

“Then it’s settled,” Alby spoke once again. “Minho, Thomas, might wanna cut the run short for today, can’t have you taking any risks since you started late. Gally, you’ll tag along with me and run it by the rest of the gladers on the ground rules - since Y/n is going to be a member of the glade. As for you, you are in Newt’s hands until further notice, good that?” 

Everyone nodded, except for Y/n, not completely sure what he was asking on that last part. Taking her silence as an answer, Alby made his way to the door, only for him to open it and reveal a flood of boys come crashing down onto the floor. Shaking his head, with one look, they all picked themselves up and shuffled around to make a path for him to leave. 

“All of you who were eavesdropping automatically know what’s going on, but in case you’ve missed it: Y/n is not to be messed with. You are to give her respect, privacy, and space. Treat her like you would any other glader, and not like a shucking girl. Make her any ounce of uncomfortable, and you’ll be spending your days and nights in the slammer. Am I understood?” 

Responses were molded together into one as they all voiced that they understood. Some were even giving sounds of utter disappointment that they couldn’t put the moves on the only girl in the whole entire glade - but none dared to go against Alby’s new set of rules. 

At least, not while he was around.

Gally huffs before looking back at Y/n for a reason he didn’t understand, something nagging him in the back of his mind to make sure she was still there - a sudden urge to protect her overcoming his senses as she resembled something precious. That feeling alone sent a chill up his back. 

Shaking his head, he clears his throat, switching back into his ‘Captain Gally’ persona. “You heard him! Now get back to work, you slintheads!” 

It didn’t take long for the room to empty, Jeff following behind Minho and Thomas not too long after Alby and Gally left. This now left behind Newt and Y/n as they two of them sat awkwardly in silence. Scratching his head in nervousness, he hesitantly reaches out a hand for her to shake, trying his best to come off as friendly. 

“My name’s Newt, by the way. Second in command to Alby.” 

“Y/n.” She gently takes his hand, shaking it once before they both pull away in embarrassment. Of course they knew each others names, but just didn’t know how else to break the ice. “Gally seems…pissed at me.” 

Newt scoffs. “Wouldn’t blame him, you really did a number on his face, Y/n. But, I wouldn’t worry about him - he’s known around here for having a stick up his ass all the time. Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t receive a new bruise everyday; the bugger loves a good fight.” 

“What about you? You seem like the kindest one of them all so far.” 

“I’ve been in your shoes before, apart from being a girl. Like Alby said, it’s normal greenie behavior - you’ll get used to it here. As long as you follow the rules, and stay out of trouble, you’ll do fine.” 

“You really think I’m trouble?” She raises her eyebrow, genuinely concerned. 

Newt takes a minute to really look at her, the first girl he’s seen in such a long time. The way her eyes seemed so fiery, yet so innocent. Or maybe how even though her hair was all over the place, it still gave her character such a flattering appearance, not to mention her lips…he had to stop his thoughts before they dared to go any further. If it was so easy for his mind to wander to already such sinful thoughts, and barely even spend a day with this girl, then how on earth would it be any harder on the rest of the glade? If anyone was trouble, it was going to be everyone around her. Shaking his head at the thought, he pats her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about it. For the sake on yourself, just try not to let the chatter of others get to you. You’re one of us now, and today you start living like one of us, good that?” 

Raising her eyebrow in confusion, he chuckles. “That means: okay?” 

“Oh, alright. Good that!” She replied with a slight falter in her tone, the phrase still seeming foreign coming out of her mouth. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll pick up on the slang soon enough.” He winks, making his way over to the exit. “Follow me, I’ll give you the tour of this hell and see what kind of work would fit best on your set of skills.” 

It didn’t take long for Newt to realize that she wasn’t following him, still perched on the bed with look of pure terror upon her features. Outside of those doors was going to be a thousand set of eyes on her every move, watching her, studying her, undressing her - it was all starting to leave a bad taste in her mouth. It clouded her mind to the point she didn’t even realize that Newt had walked back over to her and held out a hand in front of her face. Looking down at his palm, Y/n merely blinks at it in confusion while Newt couldn’t help but grin at how childish the expression made her look. She had ‘greenie’ written all over her face. 

“Don’t worry. I promise that you are safe, love. No one will harm you, or make you feel uncomfortable, not while I’m around. You have my word.” 

She didn’t know if it was his words, his voice, or his smile - hell, it might’ve been all three - but Y/n felt secure. That was all the conformation she needed before grabbing his hand with confidence, a small smile creeping onto her face to match his own as he led her to the exit. Squeezing her hand for one last ounce of reassurance, Newt lets go, reaching for the door handle. 

“Are you ready?” 

Taking in one more large breath, she nods. 

“I’m ready.” 

Where did everything go wrong?

We only get better

This is my entry for Slackru’s September fluff challenge ( @slackru ). I decided to write about different situations in which our favorite couple ends up cuddling in S5. In the end, I settled on 12 drabbles.

I dedicate this to all the lovely people of the Kabby fandom and especially everyone who’s on the Kabbyfam Slack. I love you all <3

i. on  Clarke’s birthday

“Abby needs you.”

Marcus raises his head just as Niylah takes a seat across from him with a tray of food.

“I’m sorry?”

“Abby. She needs you,” the young woman explains while taking a sip of water.

Senses on high alert, Marcus tenses up before leaning closer.

“Why? Did something happen? Is she hurt? Is she okay?”

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monkey-d-rima  asked:

Domo~! May I request Oikawa's girlfriend who has dislocated her shoulder (playing volleyball) so he basically pampers her all throughout the day feeding her lunch, carrying her bag, taking her notes and so on but other guys are also trying to worry over her ( bcuz she's also a little popular) when Tooru isn't looking?? Please and thanks

A refreshing change of pace for me after so much serious writing! I hope you find this funny, because I tried. :D Thanks for waiting!

“It should be fine,” you insist, “the orthopedist lady already set it back where it’s supposed to go. My arm isn’t about to fall off any second, I promise.”

“How can you promise something you can’t control?” That isn’t Tooru’s main argument- he’s got an arsenal of those- but it’s a sound counter that would be wasted if not used. “Now, we’re almost at school, so you’re going to take it easy. You’re not going to get me when you need help so I’m just going to have to lounge about your classroom in my spare time.”

“Oh for- Tooru, really?”

He looks at you sternly, brows furrowed without any consideration for his milky complexion and hopes that the message goes through, exactly how serious he is about it.

“Don’t take sports injuries lightly. The bell’s going to ring soon, you better hurry along.”

And although Tooru can feel the exasperated look you’re attempting to visually punch into him, he doesn’t allow himself to dawdle. There are tasks to be done, plans to be made, and he’s about to set into motion the biggest hustle the third years have ever known.

And at that thought, there’s no holding back the satisfied smile that creeps onto his face. Yes, it’s time that you softened and let yourself be pampered, and for Tooru to finally unleash his fearsome boyfriend powers so that you know exactly how amazing he really is.

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Snowed In- Prequel to Miracle on 34th Street

Set in the Miracle on 34th Street verse. While it’s not imperative that you read the original story (or the epilogue), it may help to give you a bit of background.

Regina and Henry move into their new apartment and meet Robin Locksley, and his kitten, Roland.

For the anon who requested “Snowed In” combined with a Neighbors AU from my prompt list.

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Carpe Diem, Chapter 1

December 18, 1991

Smoke rose from the wreckage, a burning fiery sea that turned everything it touched into ashes. A single scream rose from it, wailing in pain as it’s last breaths were wrought from the body trapped in the carnage.

Five were supposed to perish that faithful night. Due to a change in fate, only one did.

July 14, 1992

Maria Stark

“Tony, Greg, Arno! You boys better be ready to leave right now or there will be trouble…” Maria Stark crossed her arms, shaking her head at the antics of her sons. The three boisterous Omegas came thundering down the stairs, grinning at their mother as they pressed a kiss to her cheek and grabbed their suit jackets from Jarvis.

The Beta sighed, resting her hand against her forehead as she slowly turned to face her boys. Don’t get her wrong, she loved them all very dearly and would never harm a single hair upon their heads. But sometimes… sometimes the three of them really got on her nerves. A soft smile worked its way onto her lips as she looked upon her boys and nodded in approval.

Anthony, who looked so much like Howard he could’ve been his twin. Her oldest Omega son had dark, short hair that  waved just slightly as it reached the tips of his ears. Dark, doe brown eyes that were always filled with a sense of inquiry and intelligence as well as curiosity. And he had a clean shaven look about him. But above all, her oldest was incredibly sweet and kind. A little anxious even and prone to doubting himself, but he always did the right thing in the end.

Gregory was the oddball out of the three of them, with short, blond hair that was cut neatly to avoid it from falling into his dark brown eyes. There was a slight stubble to his chin, as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days and a small mustache was growing out. Out of all of her children Greg had inherited most of her looks, but his personality mostly portrayed Howard, but without the feeling of grandeur or superiority that her late husband was prone to have.

And then there was Arno, her sweet little angel. With dark, short spiked hair and eyes as blue as the sky. He was a handsome little Omega to behold. A teenager still but like his brothers before him already so accomplished. Arno was the little artist of their family with a great love for photography. He was taller than Tony but shorter than Greg.

All three of them were wearing identical black suits for their cousin’s wedding, Tony was sporting a red tie, Greg a green tie and Arno was wearing a blue tie to complement his eyes. All in all, they looked stunning and the Beta most approved of their fashion choices.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she made her way over, her dark blue evening dress reached just past her knees and swayed around her just slightly as she walked. She stopped in front of her boys, allowing Jarvis to put her jacket on her shoulders before nodding politely at their faithful butler. “Thank you, Edwin.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Stark. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Edwin took a step back, taking a moment to smile at Tony as the Omega started tapping his foot against the floor.

“No that will be all. I expect we will be back late tonight, so feel free to use the kitchen to prepare a meal for you and Anna. You don’t have to wait up for us, take an evening off, spend some time together.” Maria smiled at her old friend, briefly touching his cheek affectionately before turning to her boys.

“Gentlemen, I believe Happy is waiting for us. Best not to keep him, or the bridal party waiting. Your aunt Peggy and your cousin Sharon are counting on us to arrive on time.”

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Hello Detective (Sherlock) Chapter 50

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20   Part 21   Part 22   Part 23   Part 24   Part 25   Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29 Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33   Part 34   Part 35   Part 36   Part 37   Part 38   Part 39   Part 40      Part 41   Part 42   Part 43   Part 44   Part 45   Part 46   Part 47   Part 48   Part 49   Part 50  Part 51  Part 52  Part 53  Part 54  Part 55   Part 56  Part 57 Part 58 Part 59 Part 60 Part 61

You shoved the note into your pocket and pushed your way past John and down the stairs. He called after you, but you didn’t stop. You left 221B, knowing that it could possibly be your last time there. It began to rain as you walked down the street, and you thought about popping into your own flat around the corner but decided against it. Like everything, it would just remind you of him.

You wandered around London in the rain, your wet hair sticking to your face. You noticed the strange looks you were getting from people walking by, but you didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care how you looked, you were broken inside so what use was it not being broken on the outside.

You found yourself in front of a familiar door, ringing the bell. You didn’t know who else to turn to, but you knew someone who might understand, even a little.

The door was tugged open quickly.

“Y/N, my God get in here, you’re soaking wet!” Lestrade said, pulling you out of the rain. He was clearly surprised to see you. He took your coak, but your wet clothes clung to your body. He frowned when he saw your lips had a blue tint. He wrapped a towel around your shoulders. You looked up to him, you still hadn’t said a word. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as a tear streamed down your check.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N.” He said, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

‘It’s not though, it’s not going to be okay, Greg. Nothing will ever be the same.” You said, pulling back.

“It will just take time, trust me. You can come back to work when you’re ready, things can go back to normal.” Greg said.

“You don’t get it do you. I can’t go back there, I can’t work there anymore. Everything reminds me of Sherlock, every case I work I would just think of him, not to mention if I saw Donovan or Anderson. I can’t do it Greg.” You said, shaking your head.

“Does that mean you’re quitting?” Lestrade asked.

“I would only be there for a few months before leaving anyway. There’s no reason to go back now.” You said.

“What do you mean?” Lestrade asked confused.

“Greg, I’m pregnant… I’ve known for about a month. I’ve been staying with Mycroft, he’s offered to help but I still don’t know what I’m going to do.” You said quietly. Lestrade was obviously surprised.

“So it’s Sherlocks? Are you going to keep it?” He asked.

“Of course, it’s my last connection to him, the last bit of him I have left.” You said, lowering your head.

“Did he know?” Lestrade asked gently. You shook your head, your heart filling with regret. Maybe if you had told him he wouldn’t have done what he did.

“God…” Greg muttered, “Well if you ever need anything, I’ll be here for you. Always.”

“Thank you. I might go back home for a little while, to America I mean, still not sure. I think I need to get out of London for a little while.” You said.

“Well, you’ve always got a friend on the force… And if it’s any consolation Anderson quit and Donovan is very sorry.” Greg said.

“Sorry for what? Helping kill Sherlock and destroy his reputation, or for agitating me enough to break her nose?” You asked.

“Both, though I do think she’s had to have surgery to fix that.” Lestrade said.

“Small price to pay compared to what she did, don’t you think.” You said, now standing.

“He wasn’t a fraud was he?” Greg asked.

“He was many things, but never that.” You put your coach on, which had dried a little.

“Are you leaving?” He asked.

“It’s getting late, Mycroft will worry.” You said.

“Call me if you need anything.” He said and you nodded as you walked out the door.

After walking a little more it began to rain again, just your luck. You had made it back to Mycroft’s house and walked in the door, soaking wet.

He jumped to his feet when you arrived, rushing to you.

“Well?” He asked, curious.

You pulled the note out of the inside of your coat where it had managed to only get a little wet. You placed it on the table next to you and walked past Mycroft to hang your coat up and change into some dry clothes.

When you reemerged, newly dry, Mycroft was waiting for you, with the letter in his hand.

“Where did you find this?” He asked.

“At his flat.” You said simply, moving towards an armchair.

“Yes, but where?” He pushed as you curled up in the chair.

“In his room, his wardrobe. In a box of jewelry that used to be in my flat, but somehow ended up in his.” You said. He eyed you suspiciously and you wondered what he was thinking.

“What kind of jewelry?” He asked, why was he so curious.

“It was a necklace that he had given me for Christmas. Why do you care?” You asked.

“Just curious. Are you okay?” He asked.

“Of course I’m not okay! I’ve just lost the love of my life, and I’m pregnant with his child! Mycroft I know human nature is a mystery to you, but don’t you think it’s a bit obvious!” You yelled. He sighed and rubbed his temple.

“I think you should see someone, someone who can help you.” Mycroft sighed.

“Like a shrink?” You scoffed.

“A therapist. Y/N, please, do it for me.” Mycroft pleaded.

And you did, the next day you found yourself sitting in front of a therapist for the first time. Surprisingly you had never been to one. She told you that you were having trouble coping with Sherlock being gone, but you knew that. She also told you that a good way to handle that was to write letters to him, to say the things you wanted to and never did.

That night you sat at the desk in your room, pulled out a pen and piece of paper and began to write what was on your mind. Tears stained the page as you held it up to read it before tucking it away.


My therapist thinks this will help, writing to you, saying the things I wanted to and never did. Yes, I went to a therapist, the same one John uses I think. How ironic. I doubt this will help though, nothing helps. Nothing numbs the pain, and believe me I’ve tried everything. No one really understands, they try but at the end of the day they go back to their perfect little lives and I’m left all alone. And let me tell you, the nights are the worst. Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart. I think my mind is still having trouble wrapping itself around the fact that you’re gone.

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without seeing you. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back. Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I just know it’s going to get worse and I won’t be okay for a very long time. People don’t realize that losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug; whenever I hear a violin, or when I see a deerstalker.

I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you, or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you when I wish I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I wake up and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over again.

I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me.

It’s sad Sherlock, how you were such a big part of my life and now you’re just gone. Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning. I had so much left to say to you, and that’s the worst part. It’s 2:00 AM and I’m still trying to figure out how everything went wrong so fast. Was there something I could have done? If only I had been smarter, if only I had figured out his plan sooner I could have helped you, I could have prevented this from happening.

Sherlock, I miss you so much. I miss you when the lights go down, because it illuminates all my doubts. My therapist told me that we place all love in the dark, and I’m not sure how true that is, but at moments like this I began to believe her. She tells me I need to move on, but how can I? If you weren’t the one for me, then how come I hate the idea of being free? And part of me keeps holding on, hoping for a miracle. As each day passes, that hope gets smaller and smaller. I’m terrified that one day I’ll wake up and forget the sound of your voice, the color of your eyes, or the curl of your hair.

I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be, I was so desperate to find a way out of my world and to finally breathe. Only when I moved to London and when you followed me into Speedy’s did things start to feel right. Right before my eyes I saw my heart come to life. And it wasn’t easy loving you, but then again when it’s real it’s not meant to be easy. Every story has its scars, and ours always seems to lead to pain and scars. But that didn’t scare me when I had you by my side. When I had you I felt safe. Since you’re the only one that mattered, tell me who do I run to?

But when the pain cuts too deep, and the nights keep me from sleeping that’s when I realized you were my remedy. It was always you that pulled me back to what really mattered. You keep me right, though I’m sure you would argue the opposite. When the world seems so cruel, and my heart makes me feel like a fool I wonder if maybe you were right. Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side. We lost… I lost. When has it ever worked out for me? This disappointment we call love? You were my one chance at happiness. You were my remedy and without you I am broken.

Not much is certain in this world, death and taxes and all that, but among all the lies, the one truth I could always hold onto was your love, and I will always love you.

Y/N Gregson

You folded the letter and placed it in an empty envelope that would soon fill to capacity. Tomorrow was Sherlock’s funeral, you were supposed to say something, to stand in front of everyone and speak. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and you hadn’t even thought about what you were going to say.

Wishful Thinking


Ryan Brenner x Reader

Warnings: Get your tissues out! All the fluffy love and suggestions of SMUT but pretty PG-13

A/N: I love Ryan Brenner from Jackie and Ryan. I love the purity of his character and how he lives each day relishing the moment without getting too caught up with the present and the past

Also I ended up rewriting this…don’t know anymore if the title matches the story but I hope you love it nonetheless - this might be one of my favorite pieces I’ve written I have to admit

Need to catch up on Ben’s Birthday Countdown? Catch up below:

 Sunday with Logan, Monday with Alejandro and Tuesday with Josh 

It hurt. The heartache from before, the aggressive realization of not hearing his voice or seeing his smile had you wrapped in a ball of sorrow. You stopped smiling, stopped laughing. Stopped going out.

You just stopped.

Your friends were worried. They didn’t understand this new person you had become. Didn’t understand how you no longer could taste food or the soft tickle of a summer breeze. That wine tasted the same as water, that sleep was a slow passing of time until you had to go to work and be reminded of the loneliness. That tears had dried up like sand in your sockets and your voice had cracked like old pottery, left out in the sun for centuries to crumble into dust.

And then it happened.

It was a day like the days before. The sun was shining and people were smiling, recovering from winters drabness when, in a zombified state, you tripped. You didn’t even brace yourself as you fell sideways, your arms colliding with hard concrete to be followed by your head. Luckily, your arm helped cushion some of the fall, your head barely ricocheting off the hard concrete. You were aware that it was painful but you weren’t in pain. Aware that you were bleeding yet you couldn’t say from where.

Then his face was over yours and it all shifted.

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hey umm i was editing my fic for day 3 when the servamp spoilers dropped and i’m vibrating in my seat rn!!!!! so! sorry i didn’t take much time to edit this i’m busy dying out of sheer happiness!!!

tough love/gratitude !


“Thanks for the meal…” Kuro mumbled as he dug into his ramen. Human traditions are very confusing. Then again, he might’ve done them too at some point in the past. It took him a while to realize It’s no use trying to think of his human life since he can’t remember any of it, but he tried regardless. It usually gives him a headache, so he stopped trying. Why would he need to remember it when he has Mahiru, anyway?


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I Am But Half a Soul (I Am Still Whole)

A soulmate au for @jilyfest‘s jily trope fest. I have had so much fun both writing and reading this week, it’s been amazing. 

In this au you don’t get a soulmark, but anytime your soulmate gets a tattoo, it shows up on your skin as well. Hope you enjoy!!

FF.Net     AO3     

There was something quite beautiful about soulmates, the idea that there was someone out there, just perfect for you. Someone that would complete you, that would make you whole. Would make you feel like the world was okay. 

Lily hated soulmates. 

Well, more specifically, she hated her particular soulmate at this particular moment in time. A deer. That is what she had woken up to find this morning. A giant stag. Lily liked deer - well she wouldn’t necessarily say liked, but she didn’t mind them - but this tattoo took up the majority of her back. From her shoulder blades down to her waist. Yes, it was beautiful, all smooth black lines and tiny details, but really, it couldn’t have been smaller? 

Mary and Marlene only laughed when she showed them. 

“Maybe it means something?” Mary giggled out, her fingers grazing over her own soulmate’s tattoo that had shown up only a few days before - a small arrow on the side of her arm, right near her wrist. At least her soulmate had some decency. 

“What could it possibly mean?” Lily exclaimed, pulling her sweater back on. “That my soulmate, who ever they are, is an arse who didn’t think that someone else who is weirdly connected to them maybe wouldn’t want a giant stag on their back?”

“Maybe it means they’re staggeringly in love with you,” Marlene offered. Lily threw a pillow at her. 

“Fuck soulmates,” Lily said, flopping down beside Mary. “I’m already whole.” 

Mary sighed, fingering Lily’s rusty red hair where it intertwined with her dark strands. Lily knew that Mary had always loved soulmates, that she believed in hers, despite not knowing them. She was a hopeless romantic at her core. But she wouldn’t bring that up now. “Yeah, you are.”

Lily tried to ignore the empty feeling in her stomach, the feeling that something was missing. No one got to be her salvation. No one was going to be her saviour. She could save herself. 

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