what your mother never told you

You are standing in the midst of a never-ending echo.
Lost sea girls from the chambers of salt have come back calling for their voices.
Their hair chopped short and their eyed dark and stony.

‘Give us back our stolen voices.‘ 
Is what they must say but there is only the circuit of echos. A loud and terrifying sound.

You remember your mother, or father or someone with a voice that was loud and commanding,  warning you to be weary of lost sea girls.

They know far too much.  Your mother, father, the owner of the commanding voice, had told you.  Be weary, they told you.
These lost sea girls had laughed
as the sun had been consumed
by the sea and that the great and devouring snake had arisen from their home.  They say, telling you all the stories.

You did not listen, you never have
 and now you have a horde of lost sea girls, eyes bottomless and dark.

Son of man, the echoes rattle against the cave walls, a great and vicious sound that makes you tremble.
Release our voices and we shall trace your costellations in the cracks of your teeth.
Release our voices and we shall tell you your future.

You do not need them to tell you your future though.

You already know.

—  me

NAME OF YOUR CHARA:  eden enyeart


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  • [ suicide / family death ]: he finds himself unable to cry at either of his parents’ funerals ( his father’s in the past, his mother’s in the future ). what does make him cry is his apparent heartlessness && in his canon timeline, after ensuring that his younger sister will be able to manage on her own ( && a strained attempt in reconnecting / reconciling with her ), it is around this time that he goes forth with his death plans. in verses where he has a significant other, for a variable amount of time, he becomes visibly depressed && withdraws into himself.
  • when speaking to others, subconsciously refers to his father as ❝ dad ❞ but always, ALWAYS refers to his mom as ❝ mother. ❞


  • browsing online shopping websites, window shopping
  • singing, (landen) learning to play various songs by ear on the piano
  • watch youtube videos ( let’s plays, makeup tutorials, comedy sketches )



  • failing to maintain a strong emotional bond with his mother after his younger sister was born.
  • giving up music. giving up wing-chun. giving up basketball && volleyball && other former hobbies of his. may return to in the near future.


  • failure
  • intimacy

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Somebody Else Pt 1

Pt 2

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU 

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Summary:  You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975. 

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10 when a moving truck parked down at the house next door, from which a small boy with rabbit teeth and black hair came down. Your mother told you to help the neighbors pick up the boxes from the truck while she would welcome the new neighbors. You had never been a very conversational person so when your mother ordered you to help your neighbors you could not help grumbling. You left your house and approached the moving truck where the black haired kid was struggling to lift a large box, when he noticed your presence he left the box on the floor and looked a little surprised by the sudden appearance of a new face in front of him.

“Emm… hello, I’m the next door neighbor, do you need some help with that?” You said pointing to the box that was now on the floor. The boy smiled broadly, showing his rabbit’s teeth and exclaimed; “Yes please!” You approached him and together carried the box to the door of his house. “I’m Jungkook by the way” he said.

“I’m Y/N” you answer with a little grin.

From that day on you began to spend more time together and became friends really fast but it was not until the age of 12 that you became best friends after your first crush broke your heart and went with another girl, Jungkook was so annoyed that made the other kid trip on purpose at school making him loose a tooth, the principal had to call Jungkook’s parents and he was grounded for a week without being able to see you, a week that became eternally long but worth it.

At 14 you had your first kiss, it was at a party playing spin the bottle, never in a thousand years it had crossed your mind to give a kiss to your best friend, sure … he was cute, but he was your friend, it was just something forbidden to think. It was your turn to turn the bottle and when it stopped, pointing at the young man with black hair, your blood froze. No no no! This could not be happening, but Jungkook thought otherwise, he slowly came up to you putting his right hand on your cheek and gave you a small but warm kiss on your lips.

From that night everything started falling in its place, your friendship was evolving into something more, into something real; dates, little kisses, holding hands and cuddling.

At 15 you fell in love declaring your love under the stars. You had decided to spend the holidays in the Jeon’s summer house together with your family and his parents, a little bored of the conversation of the elders you and Jungkook excused yourselves and went outside to see the stars. His house was on the beach and Jungkook loved the ocean so he did not miss an opportunity to crawl you with him into the water.

You stood waist deep in the ocean at 11:00pm in nothing but your undies and bra, Jungkook was in nothing but his boxers. You asked him to kiss you and he smiled simply moving closer and kissing you, he didn’t hesitate to add tongue. After a few moments you both pulled away. In that night in the shelter of his arms, and the starts as your witness he said the words you have been dying to hear ever since he first kissed you.

“I love you Y/N”. You tried not to smile too much so you didn’t look like a weirdo but you were too happy to hide it, you put your hands in his shoulders and kissed him harder than ever. “I love you too Jungkook”.

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A man died and went to Heaven.

As he stood in front of the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, “What are all those clocks for?” St. Peter answered, “Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone who has ever been on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock move.” “Oh”, said the man. “Whose clock is that?” “That’s Mother Teresa’s”, replied St. Peter. “The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie.” “Incredible”, said the man. “And whose clock is that one?” St. Peter responded, “That’s Abraham Lincoln’s clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abraham told only two lies in his entire life.” “Where’s Donald Trump’s clock?” asked the man. St. Peter pointed upwards and said, “Right there, we’re using it as a ceiling fan.

Fanfic Prompt List

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  1. “It wasn’t your fault.”
  2. “You love me as if I deserve you.”
  3. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
  4. “I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”
  5. “You don’t believe in an afterlife?”
  6. “I just came to say goodbye.”
  7. “I never say no to a picnic.”
  8. “There’s only one bed.”
  9. “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”
  10. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”
  11. “A woman’s sexuality is a moving target.”
  12. “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”
  13. “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”
  14. “We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.”
  15. “I didn’t know you could dance like that!”
  16. “I found it in the recycling bin.”
  17. “I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”
  18. “This is… exactly what it looks like.”
  19. “There’s so much blood.”
  20. “You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”
  21. “I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”
  22. “I hate everything about Christmas except…”
  23. “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”
  24. “Is that a tattoo?”
  25. “I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
  26. “What do you think?  Is purple my color?”
  27. “That is way too expensive.”
  28. “Girls night in?”
  29. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
  30. “I was scared and I ran.”
  31. “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”
  32. “You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”
  33. “The bow was perfect before, but then I got paranoid and had to check to make sure it was still in there.”
  34. “You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”
  35. “If a zombie bit you, I’d be heartbroken, but I’d also shoot you twice in the head.”
  36. “I’d be fine having sex with the same person for the rest of my life, if it wasn’t the same sex every single time.”
  37. “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
  38. “I lost the baby.”
  39. “I love you. I just love her more.”
  40. “A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”
  41. “If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”
  42. “I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy.  I said “hex party” as in witches.”
  43. “You wanted me to walk in on you.”
  44. “This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”
  45. “Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”
  46. “I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”
  47. “Hold my hand until it’s over?”
  48. “If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”
  49. “I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”
  50. Author’s choice!

You were the blood supplier for a while now. Had it really already been five years since your father had passed away? Before he did, he had told you how he really had gotten all the money with.

Vampires were real and they needed blood, so they payed well. Different blood types, females, males, drunk or on drugs? It seemed like they all had different taste, not that you could tell.

It had been your dad’s business and you needed the money for your mother, who still didn’t really know what you were doing.

There was only one problem with this job.
Raphael. You always had had an eye on the vampire, even before he became the leader of them. But business wasn’t easy when your heart fasted every time you saw him.

He clearly could hear it, every time you brought a new delivery, but he never said something. But he wasn’t as grumpy as he seemed to be with the others around him. Even told a joke once or twice. You enjoyed his company, knowing that you probably weren’t more to him, then a big supply of blood. 

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SUMMARY: You have a bad day at work, and Credence takes it upon himself to take care of you. I combined these requests:

  1. Reader being Credence’s s/o. they’re always happy to help and love to mother him. But one day they are completely wrecked by their work and anxious, so he goes into mother mode and is so happy to give it back?
  2. one where he’s really affectionate towards them, neck kisses, hugs from behind, idk where I’m going with this

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,678

Credence supposed that your treatment of him and consideration toward him were what got him through those roughest of days following his destruction of New York. You had been patient and gentle with him when you met him, and you had waited for him to be ready—for anything, even for things as simple as kindness. You had never pressured him or told him he should be further along in healing or learning, and that is how he had come to trust you sooner than others and how he had learned to let you take care of him. He had been hesitant at first, and you had stepped back, letting him take his time and not scolding him for being skittish or distrustful of you. Then he had relaxed slightly over the next few weeks and had let you make him meals or buy him books or even sometimes stay with him until he fell asleep. In many ways, it was the mothering that Credence had never experienced—at least, not that he could remember.

Eventually, he grew to care for you so much that he had agreed to move in with you, once he had worked at the bakery long enough to save the money to afford the rent. You would have paid for his half had he wanted to move in sooner, but you knew his independence meant a lot to him, now that he had it. And you were always willing to be patient for Credence.

That had been slightly over a year after the subway incident.

Since then, Credence had accepted, acknowledged, and given in to his feelings for you, and once a conversation was had, the two of you had decided to give dating a chance. More patience and more care later, things were still going smoothly a year later. Credence just wished sometimes that he had the opportunity to care for you the way you cared for him. It wasn’t that you had put him back together, because he had worked very hard to do that himself, but you had given him the support he needed to do so and had devoted much of your time to caring for his corporeal well-being so that he could devote himself to learning self-love and -confidence. Those were things he was still learning to put into practice, but you were patient with that too, and very understanding; and he was grateful. You had always been so put together though, and he worried sometimes that he didn’t do enough things for you. You always insisted that his company and his love were enough, but he couldn’t help but wish that he could show you how much he cared, beyond those confines.

And then Credence’s chance came in the form of a terrible day at work. He could tell immediately that you had had it because you slammed the door more harshly than you usually did and threw your bags onto the kitchen table with a heavy sigh before storming over and collapsing onto the couch in the living room.

Credence was, of course, upset that you were having a bad day, but he was ready to take care of you and to practice being more assertive in his own actions—he wanted to take charge of this situation. So he walked over to where you had face-planted into the cushion, smiling softly at the way your hair had become disheveled. “Long day?” he asked quietly, placing a shaking hand to your back.

Your answering sigh was deep and long as you melted into the couch, letting every muscle in your body fall slack. “I’m tired of people, Credence. I don’t like them.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the base of your skull, and ran his thumb across the knobs of your spine carefully and humming in response. He knew that you hated socializing, so it must have been a day of prolonged interaction. The exhaustion must have really gotten to you today. “I know, Y/N. Did you have to be personable today?”

You smiled at the question, and you wondered briefly how you had gotten so lucky to find someone so understanding of your closed-off nature. You supposed because you had never been closed-off with him. He did tell you once that it made him feel special, as if you were a cat who had settled on their person. You smiled even wider at the memory before curling into Credence’s lap contentedly, humming at the feeling of Credence’s fingers rubbing into your shoulders and gently up the side of your neck. This was a rare initiation of physical affection, one that you really needed today. “Yes, I did.” You began frowning again as you recalled the day. “And people kept asking why I didn’t smile more or why I didn’t talk very much, and then my boss got mad that I wasn’t being more welcoming. And all I wanted to do was come home to you. I’m just…so glad I’m home now.”

You felt his hum more than you heard it, and you closed your eyes to the feeling of his hands against your skin. You appreciated the coolness of them and could have groaned when you felt him stand up gently and pull away from you as he did so. “I’m going to make you some tea, okay?”

You nodded, trying to conceal a pout, and Credence felt a swell of pride and affection—finally, he was the one taking care of you. He hurried into the kitchen, beginning to boil water, and looked over to the living room as he heard you get up. He watched you walk to the window in the living room with a blanket draped over your shoulders that you held tightly to your chest and then press your forehead to the glass, looking to the world outside. He could tell today had been tough on you because your muscles seemed completely lax and because you had none of the confidence in your gait that you usually carried, so when he finished preparing your tea (just the way you liked it), he placed it on the coffee table quietly before padding over to you and hugging you from behind, curling his arms carefully around your middle to pull you close, and pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. He indulged a small smile when he felt you roll your head back into his shoulder and completely surrender yourself to the embrace. “Thank you, Credence.” Your voice came out in a quiet sigh more than a deliberate statement, and instead of answering, he just pressed another kiss to your skin, this time to the hollow of your throat. Curiously, though, he could feel the stretch of your smile against the side of his face and looked to you questioningly.

You dropped one side of the blanket. “It’ll fit both of us,” you said a little more definitively and with a smile that melted his heart, and he caught on. He took the other corner to wrap around himself and returned said corner to your hand so that you could curl your fingers around the blanket again, securing the blanket burrito you had constructed. Credence liked this better, the feel of your body more concrete than before and the embrace feeling more protective and inclusive. He peppered small kisses along your throat and shoulder, and you couldn’t help the widening of your smile at this uncharacteristic show of physical affection and the confidence behind the gestures. You felt a swell of happiness at how much he had grown and how that growth had included the two of you coming together.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood like that, wrapped up in each other and the blanket, before Credence whispered gently, “Your tea is probably getting cold.”

You didn’t want to leave this moment, but that tea really did sound promising. You felt Credence rub his hands along your arms before stepping back, letting the blanket fall from around the two of you so that you could go drink your tea. It really was perfect, and you hummed into the cup, which made Credence smile again as he watched you. “Thank you, Credence. This is exactly what I needed today.” He was what you needed today.

Credence blushed, still affected deeply by any kind of praise, and wondered if he would ever get over that swell of pride that came with compliments or praise of any kind. He supposed it didn’t really matter. “Of course, Y/N. I love…being able to take care of you.”

Something clicked in you then, and you realized that he had been wanting for some time to be able to do things like this, to prove that he could take care of you like you took care of him, to prove that he knew how to care for you, and what that meant to him. “Credence.” You jumped back onto the couch, huddling close to him and burrowing further into the crook of his neck as his arm curled around your shoulders to pull you close. “I love letting you take care of me. You know me so well.”

Credence knew that being nonchalant about that compliment was out of his wheelhouse, so he settled for telling the complete truth. “I’ve had the time to get to know you, and… I just want you to know that I can be there for you for anything… I can take care of you. I know I can.”

The confidence underlying the quiet of his voice could have made you cry. “I know you can too, Credence. I love you. Thank you.”

Credence smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “Always, Y/N. I love you.” He had learned a lot over these last few years—to accept himself, to own his past, to open up, to form relationships—but he was beginning to think the best thing he had learned was to love and to let himself be loved.


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Hormonal Stage

Prompt ~ #17 “Are you really taking his side against me?”

Extra ~ Bruce Wayne x Reader & Damian Wayne x Reader

The horror of finding your child doing inappropriate things to a young lady is an experience a mother will never forget. So imagine how horrible you felt when you found Damian in that situation. You had told Bruce what you had saw and he quickly busted into the room and stopped them from doing the frickale frackle. Bruce kicked the girl out immediately and moved an embarrassed and blushing Damian into the living room where you had walked in into the middle of his lecture.

“What were you thinking when you brought that girl over? Did you really think that you wouldn’t get caught? (Y/N) tell him something.” Damian and Bruce looked at you.

“I think Damian did nothing wrong.” Bruce’s mouth dropped wide open.

“Are you really taking his side against mine?” He asked while Damian moved his gaze between the two of you.

“We did sexual things when we were his age.” You finally said as Alfred walked in.

“It was by far one of the most disturbing things I have ever walked in to in my whole life, seeing Bruce on top of (Y/N) was something I did not want to see, and at such a young age as well.” Alfred added as he set a tray with tea and cups on the living room table. 

“I did not need that mental image scarring my mind Pennyworth, I shall just go to my room now.” Damian began to get up, Bruce recovered from his shock and sharply pulled him back down.

“Oh no, if you want to be doing these things I think it is time to talk about the birds and the bees.” Bruce grinned as Damian’s eyes widened.

“Ummi?” He looked at you, his eyes pleading for help.

“Sorry, but now this I agree with your father.”

 You wanna know about my thumb do ya boy? Intrigue you does it boy? My thumb? Let me tell you about it. I come from a long line of hitchhikers. All with bleedin’ massive thumbs. You see the thumb is a tremendous boon to the hitchhiker. Helps with work. You know what I mean? The only problem was, when I was a child, my thumb was tiny. Not just tiny like a single sugar puff. Disgusting. Even me own mother would reel back in horror. Like an anaconda. “OHH what is it? Get it out of here! It’s tiny! It’s ‘orrible! It’s revolting! Take your tiny thumb, and get out of here and never darken my door again,” she’d say. I had to leave the family unit, in search of a miracle. I wandered the streets, looking for the answer. And people told me of a magic shaman, part man part hornet. So I went looking for ‘im. I went everywhere! I combed the universe, in search of the stripey insect shaman. Turns out he was in a local primary school, in the bin, reeling about with the apple cores, like they do. And I stood there, with my thumb out, and he stung it! And he stung it! And he grabbed onto it! It was like he was making love to it wiv his sting.
In and out! In and out! More and more! Ohhh the pus! The pain! The black voodoo! The wet jigsaw puzzle! I didn’t know what was happening! Ohhh for days I was in a trance! But when I came to, there it was! Like a fleshy maraca! A THUMB, of gigantic proportion. “A miracle!” I said, “A miracle! You’re a true wizard! How can I ever repay ya?” and he said to me “Five hundred euros”. “FIVE HUNDRED EUROS? You won’t see penny one from me you slag!” And as I raised my thumb up, to smash his tiny skull in, I could see in his little insect face, I could see him thinking “OHHH, I created that monster! I created that thumb, and now it’s killing me! My own beast and creation! Killing me dead! The sweet irony.” I think he was saying that, although it was a long time ago, and in hindsight, he could’ve just been shitting himself.

Something Only You Know

Dean was long past the pretense that he was still his mother’s little boy. They were both seasoned hunters, him more so than her. She preferred hard liquor over beer just as he did when the day was too damn long. And sleep would still be just out of grasp. They poured the crystal tumblers full of whiskey and sipped in silence.

“Tell me something,” Dean started. “Tell me something about me that only you know.”

“Like what? Something your dad never told you?”

“Yeah. All I know about me and you is what he put in my head. I didn’t even know the tapes in the car were yours until you said something. All this time I thought it was something I had in common with him but it was you.”

Dean gulped down the rest of his drink and poured another. He hoped he wasn’t asking something that would spook her into running again. He just wanted something, anything, just between them that wasn’t tainted by his father.

“You were four. I was pregnant with Sam and I was picking you up from preschool. You were standing there with one of your teachers. Handsome man. Dark hair, big blue eyes. You were holding his hand and smiling so big.” Mary tipped her now empty glass to Dean for a refill.

“You got in the car and you asked me if boys could marry other boys. I laughed at the time. But I told you that maybe you could if you still felt that way when you grew up. You never said another word about it.”

Dean’s face flushed from more than the alcohol. “I don’t even remember that.”

Mary smirked with the same expression he made when something smart-assed was about to some out of his mouth. “Some part of your brain does. I mean, obviously you have a type. Look at Castiel. Tall, handsome, dark hair, blue eyes…”

He almost spit his drink. “Cas? What? No. Just friends.”

Mary reached for his hand. “Dean, it’s okay. I’ve known you might be gay since you were little. You don’t have to hide it from me.”

“I’m not. I mean…gay. Not gay. I’m…I’m bisexual.” Dean suddenly felt like he wasn’t going to hold his liquor. He’d never said that out loud before. He stared into his glass, afraid to look at his mother’s face.

“That means both, right? Like David Bowie?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Something like that. You okay with that?” He was so glad his brother was sound asleep in his room and not there to see him squirm.

“Love is love. And the angel is so smitten with you. He looks at you like you hung the moon. You’re lucky you found that.” Mary abandoned her glass at the table and stood to hug her eldest son. “We can talk more in the morning. I’m sure you want some privacy to make a phone call.”

He nodded slowly and waited until he heard a door close down the hall before thumbing his phone open. Two rings.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, Cas. I um…I called to tell you something. My mom thinks we’re a couple.”

“A couple what?”

“Damnit, Cas. No, like in a relationship. Together. Boyfriends.”


“Oh? Just oh?”

“Well, we are rather close and we have a profound bond. I can see how she would think that. What prompted her to say something?”

“I kind of, sort of…came out? I told her I’m bisexual and she’s totally cool with it. So then I thought maybe I should tell you, too. And I just did.” Dean’s heart pounded hard in his chest. Seven seconds of silence felt like an hour.

“You enjoy the affections of men as well as women. Would you be interested in progressing our current relationship to include mutual affection?”

“Cas, are you asking me out?”

“Would you? Go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, Cas. Sounds nice? You coming home soon?”

“Yes. We can discuss the details of our date then.”

“Okay. Guess I’ll see you then. Goodnight, Angel.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

He left a note under Mary’s door to tell her about his date and to not tell Sam yet. For at least a couple days he wanted something else special and private between them, something only she knew about him.


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‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU + Peter Maximoff

You sighed and looked at the clock for the billionth time today. Your mother forced you to get a job after  you miserably failed three tests in a row, and she told you “it would be great practice for future careers.” Oh please, how did helping old women with their groceries help you do something worthwhile in the future?

Your coworkers were long gone, probably off to a party or just going to bed. You thought about what you were going to do when you got home to pass the time and took out a snack. At least your mom had the decensy to give you something to eat.

Finally, after 30 long minutes of torture, your shift was over and you could go home to your soft and fluffy bed. Just the thought made you sleepy and you yawned, stretching your arms and getting up to lock the doors and put the closed sign up.

But just as you were about to close the main door, an idiot suddenly appeared, knocking on the glass door.

“Hey bastard, this store is already closed,” You opened the door a tad bit to yell at the unwelcome stranger, but when you got a better look at their face, all thoughts of closing the store disappeared. “Oh wait, nevermind you’re hot, do come in!”

He smiled as you opened the door fully this time, and you swear you died a little by the small gesture.

The boy took off his hood to reveal shiny silver hair and hot damn. He was cuter than you thought.

“Thanks for letting me in! I was going to go to the other store across the street, but it was closed and this one was open so yeah.” He said rapidly and you almost didn’t catch what he said.

Pull yourself together, Y/N. It’s just a really, really cute boy.

“I’m Peter, nice to meet you!” His words snapped you out of your trance, and you gave him your hand.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too! So, are you getting anything?” You asked politely, not wanting to be rude. As much as you wanted to talk to this guy more, you also wanted to go home and sleep.

“Oh, yeah! I just remembered why I came here. Sorry for making you stay later.” Peter apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s totally fine!” You reassured him, going back to your chair.

He went off to the candy aisle and you hid your face behind a newspaper as you stared at him. God, he was cute. He seemed like a nice guy too. Peter.

You yelped when he saw you staring and you went back to pretending to read the newspaper about some athlete who won a race. He chuckled and went back to grabbing what he needed.

After a few more minutes, Peter came back with a massive pile of Twinkie boxes and sweets. He smiled awkwardly, ready to pay for the sugary treats.

You smiled to yourself and scanned the items. Too bad you might never see him again.

“H-Hey, do you have a boyfriend?” Peter asked nervously, his fingers playing with the buttons of his silver jacket.

“No, I’m single.” You smiled and screamed inside. Calm down, Y/N, he’s still here.

“Oh, okay.”  He responded. Cue awkward silence. Damn it.

You finished scanning all his items and placed them all neatly in a plastic bag. “Here you go! Have a nice day. Well, night.”

“Thanks, you too!” Peter smiled at you and waved as he walked out the glass doors.

Sighing, you looked down and put your coat on. Oh well, it was nice to meet him.

But then you noticed something. A small little white piece of paper lied patiently next to the cash register, which you were sure wasn’t there a moment ago.

Curiously, you picked up the note and flipped to the other side.

Call me
*insert random phone number here*

You grinned and danced around the store, indifferent to the fact that someone might be watching. You went home that night, a smile permanently etched on your face.

No Stranger At All

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Jensen x reader

Note: I LOVE Jensen and Danneel’s relationship and I honestly couldn’t be happier for them but in this fic Jensen is singel. No disrespect towards Danneel here.

PS: I know it’s not good, but I was bored so I thought I would try to write it. I mostly write for myself but I wanted to share if and see if some of you like it so here you go.  Please let me know if you liked it or not. Thanks :D

Originally posted by queenofhelldarlin

Here you were, with your crying three year old daughter, in the middle of a supermarket, doing your grocery shopping, on a friday afternoon. You never wanted to be a mother that early but it kind of happened and now you couldn’t be happier about that.

Well, you would be, if your daughter’s father would still be by your side. You remember the day when you told him that you were pregnant like it all happened yesterday.

You told him in the early morning hours and as soon as he heard what you said, he freaked out. He screamed at you, blamed you for it, grabbed his stuff and told you to never ever bother him with that thing. Right, he called your baby girl a thing. Since then you’ve never ever heard from him again.

You left your home for that guy; you moved up to Vancouver and you left your family and friends behind. After he left you, you thought you couldn’t make it by yourself but there was this show, Supernatural, which had helped you through a lot and helped you with keep fighting and being strong.

In fact, the whole fandom became your second family and you met some of your closets friends there. You even let your daughter watch some of the not so scary episodes and parts of the show. She was drawn to Dean and you couldn’t blame her for that. He was a handsome fella.

When your daughter calmed a little bit down, you continued with your shopping. You always let her walk besides the shopping cart since she didn’t like it to sit in it. Suddenly the running sound of little feet and the screams of your daughter caught your attention.

“DEAN, DEAN wait”, your daughter kept running towards some stranger and you had trouble to get through the crowd of people in the supermarket. Once you were able to catch her arm you pulled her back to you and hugged her.

“Elly, sweetie, do me favor and never ever run away again. There are so many people in here, what if I couldn’t find you anymore? Okay?” You saw how the tears started to run down on your daughter’s cheeks. “But… but Mommy, I… I saw Dean. I wanted to say hello.”

What your daughter said made you smile and sad. She saw Dean everywhere where the two of you went because he somehow became like a father figure to her, the only man who was in her life since the very beginning.

“Oh Elly, I told you already that Dean isn’t real. It’s like…” you had trouble to find a good comparison, “You remember that movie we ones watched? The one with that adorable little fairy in it?”

Your daughter nodded. “See, Dean is like that fairy, he’s with you in your heart but he’s not real.” That caused only more tears to fall but you knew that situation already too well. “Okay, Mommy.”

You wiped away her tears with your thumb and hugged her when suddenly you heard someone behind you “If you ask me, I think Dean is very real.” You got off of the floor and turned around to see who was listening to your conversation with your daughter and you nearly got a heart attack when you were greeted with gorgeous green eyes.

“Hello there, little one. What’s your name, sweetie?” the strangers smiled at Elly and kneeled down to her. “I am Elly.” “Oh, what a beautiful name for an even more beautiful little girl. And Elly, can you tell what your mother’s name is?” He looked up to you with the most breathtaking smile you had ever seen.

You were standing behind your daughter still in shock when you felt her grabbing your arm and heard her say “That’s mommy, her name’s… ah… mommy.”

“So do I call her mommy too?” the stranger asked your daughter and looked up to you. Elly just laughed and shook her head. “My name’s (Y/N).” You gave him your best smile.

Now the man was standing in front of you and he offered you his hand. “And we have another beautiful name for another beautiful woman.”

That made you blush; nobody had called you beautiful in a long time and hearing that from the best looking man on earth made your day. There was no denying that.

“I am Jensen, but I think you already know that. It’s nice to meet you and your daughter, who btw is a lovely little girl.” He waved to Elly and smiled at her.

You wanted to freak out, after all you also had a crush on him, just like your daughter did and now he was standing in front of you in real life… but you had to stay calm, for your daughter and also for you. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself.

“Hello Jensen, it’s really nice to meet you. I…”, you looked down to where Elly was standing and smiled at her, “ well, we are really big fans of yours and of the show as you probably know by now.”

That made him laugh and damn, his laugh was like music to your ears. “And I am sorry for the behavior of little Elly here. Normally she doesn’t run towards strangers. I hope you weren’t in a hurry.”

He stopped you right there from talking. “Don’t be. Your daughter is gorgeous and in fact, I am no stranger. She seems to know Dean pretty well.” He looked down to her and gave her a loving smile.

Your little conversation with Jensen soon was interrupted by your daughter because she had to go to the bathroom so you said your goodbyes to Jensen who hugged Elly and you.

As you walked away you totally forgot that you had left your shopping cart in one of the aisles and you remembered that you also left your bag with your car keys and your purse in it.

You found the shopping cart but there was no sign of your bag and keys in it. Thankfully you always had your phone in the pocket of your jacket. “Damn it.”

You asked everyone who’s standing around if they saw something but nobody did. You even asked at the lost and found section of the supermarket but it looked like someone stole your stuff.

After searching everything and finding nothing, you went to the bathroom with your little girl and after that you made your way to the parking lot where your car was parked.

“I am sorry, mommy…” Elly was trying to hold back sobs. “It’s not your fault, sweetie.” You tried to comfort her. “But I ran away and you had to ran after me…”. Now she was crying and sobbing.

You picked her up, whipped away the tears and kissed her on the forehead. “That’s what mommy’s do. They are always chasing after their little ones. It’s not your fault, baby. Everything’s okay. We’ll call (Y/F/N/) and asked her to pick us up. Okay?” You smiled at Elly and she began to calm a little bit.

“And you know what? We met Dean today, so it’s a good day for us. Isn’t it? What do you think?”

You continued to get her mind off of the stolen keys and purse. “He was so tall and so nice. I like him.” As she was talking, her smile came back which made you smile.

“And he likes you too, Elly.” You heard a familiar voice say. “So we meet again. (Y/N), was it, right?”

Once again you were shocked that he actually was there talking to you. “Right. Finally finished with your shopping, huh?” You smiled at him. “Yeah, and what about you two. Why are you standing besides your car?” There was this breathtaking smile again.

“Well, as we were talking to you I forgot my keys and purse in the shopping cart and it looks like someone took it. So I have to call a friend of mine to come and pick us up.”

Exactly as you talked rain started to fall which caused your daughter to start crying. She hated rain and it looked like as if there was a thunder storm coming your way which made the situation only worse.

Jensen’s smile faded when he saw your daughter crying and he wanted to help. “You know what? I am here with my car, so why don’t you tell me where you live and I can bring you there. I even have a booster seat in my car.”

“Thank you for your offer. We appreciate it, but we don’t want to bother you. I am sure you’re a busy man.” Ones again he stopped you from speaking and assured you that it would be okay and that he had a day off of filming anyways.

Since Elly started to cry more you took his offer and minutes later you were in his car, heading the direction to your apartment. “You do have a beautiful daughter, (Y/N).” He smiled at you while driving. “Thank you. She’s a good girl even if, sometimes, it isn’t easy to raise her alone.”

“Where’s her father? Only if you don’t mind me asking, I know that’s a personal question but I am just curious.” He focused on driving.

“No, no it’s okay. Don’t worry. Long story short, her dad left me when I told him that I was pregnant and he didn’t want to have any contact with her. I think that’s why she likes Dean so much. He is the only man whom she knows from the beginning.” You turned to look back to your daughter who know was sleeping.

Jensen shook his head. “What a dick. He probably wasn’t good enough for you and your daughter anyways.” That made you blush again and you hoped that he didn’t see that.

The car ride was coming to an end when he was entering your street. Jensen parked the car and got out of it with you. You unbuckled Elly and carried her towards your front door. “Thank you, Jensen.” He was walking you to your door.

“I told you, it was my pleasure and it was really nice meeting you, (Y/N).” He looked at Elly who still was in your arms “And of course you, Elly.”

“Bye, Dean. It was great meeting you too.” Your daughter said goodbye with a sleepy voice.

Jensen said goodbye to you and Elly and made his way back to his car. You were glad you had a second key for your front door underneath a fake rock in front of your home.

You opened the door, entered your apartment and finally you could freak out a little bit over meeting Jensen Ackles. The Jensen Ackles.

You danced around with Elly who still was a little sleepy but for sure as happy as you were.

It was afternoon by now and Elly needed her daily nap so you changed her into her pjas and brought her to bed. “Have a good nap, my angel.” You kissed her on her forehead. “Night, mommy. I love you.” “I love you too, sweetie.”

You turned out the lights in her room and made your way to your kitchen where you got yourself a glass of wine and sat down on your couch to relax a little before Elly would wake up.

Little had you known that Jensen was standing in front of his car for a little while and that he saw yours and Ellys happy dance through the windows. There was something about you, something that made him smile by just thinking about you.

It was strange since the two of you only had met like 2 hours ago but it was there. Smiling to himself he got into his car and drove to his place, with you and Elly still in his mind.

With the wine glass in your hand you tried to find your phone to tell your best friend about what has happened but it was nowhere to be found. You thought you had left it in the shopping cart but then you remembered having it in the parking lot and in Jensen’s car.

“Damn it. I guess I have to call my phone tomorrow and see if he found it in his car.” You caught yourself smiling about the thought that you most probably would be able to talk to Jensen again.

Even though someone had stolen your purse and keys you were still happy about what had happened on this day. You couldn’t stop smiling the entire evening and little did you know that Jensen, too, found himself smiling the entire time.

“Hello worm. What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous? Good! You mother called me about your behavior. She told me that you’re masturbating on a daily basis, and your sheets reek of semen. Well…I’m going to have my security staff escort you to my residence. I have a one-of-a-kind chastity device waiting for you. You will never touch your pathetic penis again!”

What Is and What Can Never Be

* Alexander Hamilton × Reader
* 369: You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him…
* Hamiltime


“Samuel Seabury?” You asked.

“Yes. He’s a good match for you.” You mother told you.

“I’ve never heard of him.”

“He’s a squire for the king himself.” You dad told you. There it is. Your parents have been trying endlessly to find you a good husband. They were also endlessly loyal to the king. Needless to say, they were less than happy about the revolution. But you were thrilled to be getting free of the pompous king. If the colonies won, that is.

“Go put on a nice dress and head to the square. He’ll be there today. You can listen to one of his declarations.” You mother told you.

Knowing it was useless to argue, you went and did as you were told. You put on a bit of makeup as you knew your mother would make you anyway. You took a deep breath in the mirror. Time to go meet this apparent perfect match.

In the square you could see a small crowd around a box. Apparently Samuel wasn’t ready just yet. You stood in a thinner part of the circle, hoping to go unnoticed but still get a good look at this man.

“Hear ye, hear ye!” A young man stood on the box. He was wearing a long blue coat and had blonde hair that was swept from his eyes. He had a hint of a beard as well. He wasn’t unattractive, however you just didn’t feel any sort of attraction. “My name is Samuel Seabury and I present “Free Thoughts On the Proceedings of the Continental Congress!” Heed not the rabble who screen revolution, they have not your interest at heart.“

You rolled your eyes. At that moment you heard a voice beside you mutter, “Oh my god. Tear this dude apart.” You looked to see a man in a blue coat and gray hat pushing another man, wearing a brown coat and his long dark hair pulled back, forward.

“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. Don’t let them lead you astray. This Congress does not speak for me.”

You heard another voice from beside you say, “Let him be.” Looking once more at the strange group you saw a man holding his arm out to stop anyone from moving closer.

“They’re playing a dangerous game. I pray the king shows you his mercy. For shame.” At this moment another man from the group pulled the blocker aside so the man could run forwars. “For shame.”

“Yo!” Your eyes widen. Was he actually about to argue with a squire? People didn’t do that. They complained about them, sure. But they actually argued with them. Sure enough the man started talking over Samuel as he began repeating what he’d just said. “He’d have you unravel at the sound of screams but the revolution is comin’ the have-nots are gonna win this, it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk and what about Boston? Look at the cost, ‘n all that we’ve lost ‘n you talk about Congress?!”

“This Congress does not speak for me.” Samuel cut in.

“My dog speaks more eloquently than thee!” The man shot back. Your eyes widened in shock.

“They’re playing a dangerous game.”

“But strangely your mange is the same.” The man retorted again. You covered your mouth to stifle a laught.

“I pray the king shows his mercy.” Samuel was talking to this man directly now.

“Is he in Jersey?” He asked. A resounding oooohhh went through the crowd.

“For shame!” Samuel shouted, sounding personally offended.

“For the revolution!” The man proclaimed loudly.

“For shame!” Samuel said once more.

“For the revolution!” The crowd shouted and you found yourself saying it along with them.

Samuel tried once more. “Heed-”

“If you repeat yourself I’m gonn-”


“Honestly, look at me, please don’t read!”

“Not your interest-”

“Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?” The man argueed. You were laughing alongside his friends.

“Alexander, please!” The man who was holding him back earlier stepped forward.

“Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties.”

Just then heralds came in proclaiming a message from the king. While this new messenger talked you kept stealing glances at this stranger, Alexander you heard the other man call him. He was glaring at the messenger, almost as if he could kill him with a look. You walked over to him. “That was pretty amazing what you did.” You wispered.

“Huh? Oh it was nothing. Just standing up to a pompous jerk who thinks he’s special.” He wispered back.

“Well it was funny and amazing all the same.” You told him. He just smiled at you. The messenger kept saying his declaration.

“I will kill your friends and family to remind of my love.” He finished. At that moment the king’s soldiers stepped forward and killed one of the rebels that had gathered around Samuel. You gasped and Alexander with a few others shouted at the soldiers.

You started walking away, to get away from the horrific scene and put some distance between the man who insulted your suitor. “Hey. Are you alright miss?” You turned around. It was one of Alexander’s friends. He had his hair tied back as well and had freckles covering his cheeks. You realized you must have looked horrified at what had just happened.

“Uh…not particularly after seeing a man die, but I will be. At least I hope.” You told him.

“Sorry you had to see that. The British are getting more intolerable everyday.”

You opened you mouth to agree when you heard a different voice. “You must be Y/N.” It was Samuel. You put on a fake smile and turned to face him.

“That would be correct. And from your speech, I know you’re Samuel.”

“Ah so you heard all of that? Even the ungrateful rebel who challenged me?” He asked.

“Uh yes I did.” You left out the part about agreeing with Alexander. Samuel escorted you to a restaurant for a nice lunch. You had pleasant conversation but not great. You couldn’t have intellectual conversations, and not because he wasn’t smart but because he thought like most men. He though you should just have a pretty face and able to have children, not knowledge.

He escorted you home afterwards. “I have a lovely time Y/N.” He told you.

“As did I.” You politely replied.

“I eagerly await our next meeting.” With that he grabbed your hand before leaning down and kissing the back of it. You smiled at him before walking inside.

“Oh I’m glad to see you.” You mother said. “I heard there was some sort of uprising in the square.”

“It wasn’t an uprising.” You told her. “Someone just disagreed with Samuel and some heralds showed up” you shrugged.

“Oh those rebels.” She complained. “But how was Samuel?”

“Fine I suppose. I won’t say I do, or ever will, love him but I guess I could be happy with him.” You knew it may be closest to happy you could get. Some people were lucky to love who they marry.

“Well that’s about as good as it gets!” You mother exclaimed happily. You suppressed an eye roll. You knew your parents barely tolerated each other. They were together but not exactly happy.

“I suppose it is.” You said before going to your room. So you were going to marry a squire. You supposed there were worse people to marry.

A few days later you were walking through town when you heard a ruckus from a bar. Too curious to just leave it, you went and looked through the window. It was Alexander and his friends. They were more than a little drunk too. You smiled at them and their silliness. They were heading to the exit.

“Hey I know you!” One of them exclaimed. It was the one who asked if you were ok. “Yeah you were at the square the other day!”

You turned and looked at the group. Alexander wasn’t among them, he must still be inside. Then you heard his voice. “Laurens that is the last time I pay for you after you get kicked out. How can you drink so much?” He seemed to be the only sober one. He noticed his friends looking at you. “Oh hi.” He said upon seeing you.

“Hello.” You said with a smile.

“Oh what’s happening here?” His friend, Laurens, asked.

“You guys can go now.” Alexander told them. They grumbled but walked away. “Sorry about them, they mean well honestly.”

“I’m sure they do.” You said. You and Alexander were walking side by side. You didn’t know where you were going or if you even had a destination. You only knew you weren’t annoyed with his company.

“I never did get your name the other day.” He said.

“Oh it’s Y/N.” You told him.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” You blushed at the compliment.

“And you’re Alexander right?” You asked.

“Oh yes! Alexander Hamilton at your service.” He said quickly, embarrassed at forgetting to introduce himself. “So I saw you walk off with Seabury yesterday…”

“Oh. Don’t remind me. My mother’s idea of a perfect match.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “I thought you said what I did was amazing. How can you think that if your loyal to the crown?” The way he said the last part was meant as an insult.

“I’m not. My parents are. It makes for an awkward air about my house.” You clarified.

“So you want revolution but you’re going to marry a squire?” He was genuinely confused.

“There’s no point in arguing with my mother. It’s just not worth it. I can be happy with Samuel.” You told him.

“But will you ever love him?” He asked.

“I…I’m sure if I tried.” You stammered.

“Love isn’t forced Y/N. It just happens.” He gave you an indecipherable look.

“Well in any event I don’t feel like I have a choice.”

“You know you do. Maybe you won’t make you’re parents happy but you’d be happy. More than in a relationship with forced feelings.”

You knew he was right but how do you defy your parents? You knew it was hopeless so you chose not to respond.

“Hey. I get that you’re promised to another but…can I write you?” He sounded so hopeful. “You just seem so amazing.”

“We’ve only been talking for a few minutes.” You told him.

“That’s all I need to now you’re truly spectacular.” He told you. You laughed.

“Alright. After a line like that, why not?” You smiled and wrote your address down on some spare paper he had.

“I gotta go. Gotta make sure my drunken, idiot friends don’t do anything stupid.” He said with a shrug and a smile. “You’ll hear from me!” He called.

“I hope so!” You called back with a grin.

“How could you do that?!” You spun around. Samuel was standing there.

“Were you spying on me?” You asked him.

“I only happened to be near. I heard your voice and looked to see you speaking with the rebel that opposed me. How could you speak with him? How could you allow him to write you?” Seabury asked, anger and hurt flowing through him.

“Samuel, he understands I’m promised to you. He only wishes to write me.” You soothed.

“I sincerely hope so. You are beautiful and wonderful and I have no desire to share you.”

“A bit possessive but sweet.” You commented.

“I was going for completely sweet, not at all possessive.” He stepped closer to you. He gingerly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. You gasped before Samuel gently pressed his lips to yours. You stood stunned. You had the good sense to at least close your eyes before Samuel pulled away. “And how was that for sweet?”

You just looked shyly at your feet with a fake smile, hoping he’d read it as a good sign. “I’ll see you soon darling.” He told you before walking away. Well you learned one thing from that…interaction. No matter how hard you tried, you would never develop feelings that man.

You smiled and opened you latest letter from Alexander.

‘My dearest, Y/N,

I am truly sorry to hear about your latest outing with Seabury. He sounds as though he is more dull than he is incorrect on political standings.

From out letters I can tell you truly despise all that Seabury stands for. I wonder, would you like a chance to meet General Washington? If so respond quickly and you can accompany me to the Winter’s Ball. I’d consider myself lucky to have your company all evening. Please let me know quickly.

- Yours truly,
Alexander Hamilton.’

Washington’s Winter Ball? That’d be like a dream. The only problem was your parents.

“Mother?” You called her attention to you. “Samuel wants to take me to the a ball for the British soldiers. Is it possible I could get a new gown?” You asked.

“Of course!”

So your mother bought you a new gown and on the night of the ball helped you get ready. It was almost as if you weren’t lying to her about your whereabouts tonight. Until she spoke up. “Samuel will be awestruck by your beauty.” She said and toyed with a lock of your hair.

“I surely hope my escort will, yes.” You responded as vaguely as possoble.

“He will be. Is he picking you up?”

“Uh no…His presence was very important so he had to be there early. I’ll need to take the carriage.” You lied.

“Oh well that’s fine.”

Your stomach was wild with nerves as you rode to Washington’s manor. As the carriage slowed you checked over your gown and hair one last time. You exited the carriage and felt stares on you. No one knew who you were and you hadn’t arrived with anyone.

You entered the ball room a gasped. It was beautiful with candles, candelabras, and lanterns casting a soft yellow glow. An orchestra filled the room with beautiful flowing notes. Colorful gowns were sliding in and out of view and the blue coats of soldiers were scattered throughout. And a man in one of those coats approached you.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Alexander told you and grabbed your hand so he could place a kiss on the back. You blushed and looked at your feet.

“You look rather nice in your uniform.” You told him, looking him up and down appraisingly. The uniform suited him very nicely.

“I suppose I should introduce you to my friends while they’re still sober.” He said and led you over to three men. “John Laurens.” The man from outside the bar. “Hercules Mulligan.” The man from the group in the square, gray hat still in place. “And Marquis De Lafayette.” A Frenchman who’s head was topped with wild curls which, like most soldiers, were tied back.

“But just Lafayette will suffice mon amie.” The Frenchman told you. “Do we have a name to acquaint with such a beautiful woman?”

“Guys this is Y/N. My guest for the night.” Alexander said, he emphasized his point by wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Message recieved.” John told his friend.

Alexander led you to the dance floor and spun you through dances. You were smiling the whole time. He spun you off to the side. “Sir.” He said. You gasped when General Washington himself turned to face you. “I’d like to introduce you to my guest for the evening, Y/N.”

“Delighted to meet you sir.” You said dipping into a curtsy.

“I must say it’s rather nice to meet you as well.” He said giving you a slight bow. “I wasn’t aware that my right hand man was escorting anyone here tonight.”

“Right hand man?” You questioned.

“Hamilton is helping me personally.” He explained.

“Alexander that’s amazing!” You exclaimed.

He smiled at your enthusiasm. “I guess I just never mentioned that.”

“Oh come on. You probably wanted to tell me the moment you knew. You just wanted to see my reaction.” You told him.

“I neither confirm nor deny that statement.” He answered with a smile. He turned back to the General. “If you’ll excuse us Sir, I’d like to share a few more dances with this lovely woman.” Washington nodded at the two of you before turning to other guests.

You danced and laughed and smile the whole evening. Eventually you knew you had to return home. Alexander walked you out to your carriage. “I had the most wonderful time Y/N.” He told you.

“So did I.” You told him with sincerity.

“I regret that you are promised to another man.” He said and your smile fell. “And I hope you’ll forgive me for what I’m about to do. I can’t be left to wonder.” With that he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. It was kiss full of passion, you melted into it immediately. Alexander pulled away and you eyes were still closed in bliss. “I’m sorry.” You opened eyes to find a regret filling his features.

“Please don’t apologize for that.” You told him. “At least I’ll know what it feels like to be kissed by someone who cares for me.”

“I more than care for you Y/N. I love you.” He told you.

A sob escaped you. “And I love you Alexnader. But we can never be.”

“And that will cause me sorrow for the rest of my days.” He pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You still had some tears sliding down your face as you climbed in your carriage to leave.

In the morning you told your mother you had a wonderful time with Samuel. Then you had to go meet him for dinner. You had your usual plain conversation but your mind kept drifting to Alexander. The way you could actually debate things and he made you laugh. You kept thinking of his smile and the way his eyes lit up with joy and passion.

“Y/N.” Samuel said, calling you back to the present. He sighed. “May I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t love me, nor could you ever learn to. You care too deeply for that rebel.”

“Samuel-” you tired to argue but he held up a hand to silence you.

“You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him…I witnessed you leaving Washington’s manor from afar with him last night. You held so much affection in your eyes, affection that I will never be on the receiving end of.” He looked crestfallen. “I don’t wish to be in a relationship with no emotion.”

“But my parents-”

“We can tell them later. Let them know that neither of us felt this would work. I don’t wish for you to be punished when you are putting some attempt into this relationship.”

“Thank you Samuel.” You told him. “You really will be good for someone, just be sure she shares the same ideals.”

You walked back inside after a silent meal with Samuel. You decided you’d see each other a few more times before informing your parents it would never work.

“You can no longer be with Samuel. I’m sorry.” Your mother said as you walked in that night. Or maybe not…

“Whatever for?” You asked.

“I know he makes you happy but we can no longer stand for the taxes the king is imposing. Perhaps the rebels have a good cause.” She sighed. “We just need to find you a good man on the side of the rebels now.”

You paused for a moment. “What about the right hand man of the General?”

You stood in the park waiting for Alexander to arrive. You smiled as you saw him and ran to him. You jumped into his arms. He was taken aback but closed his arms around you to keep you from falling.

“Not that I’m complaining, but shouldn’t you save that for your suitor?” He asked when he set you down.

“Well my parents are no longer loyal to the Crown. I was hoping that maybe the right hand man to General Washington would be interested in being my new suitor.” You teased.

“You know, I think he’d be very interested.” Alexander said with a smile before capturing your lips with his.

certain bodies come with certain experiences.

if you’re born with a dick you will never know what having a clitoral orgasm feels like, you will never know what it is like to be pressured to be a mother since the day you are born, because nobody expects a kid born with a dick to give birth. you will never have a period or understand the stigma attached to it, you will never lay awake at night as kid wondering if people like you are inherently inferior because of menstruation, because that’s what your dad told you when you asked why can’t there be a woman president.

I am born with a vulva–female anatomy–and that means I will never know what it feels like to ejaculate sperm, or to have my anger taken seriously regardless of what I am upset over because I am assumed to be valid by default by virtue of having a dick.

They’re Okay

A/N: Sigh, well here I am again with another drabble. After I’m done with Feudal World, I plan on working on a “Kaede having to deal with the InuKag family” project. I don’t know if I can capture her well enough but I’m going to try.

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The kids were tormented by the pregnancy, and it was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to watch since losing my eye and sister in the same week.

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  • Melissa: Stephanie, what is happening?
  • Valkyrie: Just go back inside.
  • Melissa: Don't you talk to me that way! You don't get to just dump something like this on me and pretend it's nothing!
  • Valkyrie: I'm sorry, Mum, but I don't have time for this.
  • Melissa: No! I am tired of 'I don't have time' or-or 'you wouldn't understand.' I am your mother, and you will *make*
  • time to explain yourself.
  • Valkyrie: I told you. I'm a sorcerer.
  • Melissa: Well, I just don't accept that!
  • Valkyrie: Open your eyes, Mum. What do you think has been going on for the past six years? The fights, the weird occurrences. How many times have you washed blood out of my clothing, and you still haven't figured it out?
  • Melissa: Well, it stops now!
  • Valkyrie: No, it doesn't stop. It never stops. I have to save the world. Again.
"Look What We've Become."

Anon: Jerome x Reader based on Look what we’ve become by Grace Potter? Xx

Thanks for the request! I’ve never done a songfic before so I hope I did this right lol

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Warnings: Smut at the end, murder (duh), and mentions of abuse.

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