when i finished reading the letter: :')

I had a dream last night that carrie fisher handed me a letter that said “kids like you are why I have hope for the future…just relax!” and when I finished reading it she flipped me off…you can’t convince me that that wasn’t carrie fisher’s actual ghost chilling in my mindscape…telling me to chill the fuck out….flipping me off….

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turn off the lights // panic! at the disco

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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BTS Reaction: Finding an old suicide note

Anonymous said: Is it okay to request angst? If it is could I request a reaction to bts finding a suicide note their s/o wrote in the past but never used but they think they are going to use it? (Sorry if it’s confusing)

Warning: ⚠️ this might be triggering for some people ⚠️ 

Context:

He was cleaning up your room, wanting to do something nice for you. You were at work, trying to earn the money you deserved.

While sweeping under your bed, he found a box. Letting his curiosity get to him, he sat down on the floor, opening the box.

The first thing he saw was pictures. Some of him, some of your friends, some of your family. At the bottom of the box, there was an envelope. He picked it up and opened it, revealing a note that had your handwriting on it.

A suicide note.

Kim Namjoon:

After he read the letter, his eyes would widen. The first thing he would do is call you. “Namjoon, I’m at work, what do you want?” You asked him. “Why is there a suicide note under your bed?” He asks. “Are you planning to use it?”

You sighed. “It’s old, Namjoon. I never threw it away.”

Hearing that, we would be kind of relieved, but also kind of upset. “If you ever want to do something bad to yourself, please don’t. If you have bad thoughts, just come talk to me. You know I’ll always listen to you.”

Originally posted by yoonseok

Kim Seokjin:

As Jin read the letter, several thoughts were going through his head. When did you write it? Was this note recent?

He called you immediately. When he heard you pick up the phone, he didn’t give you any chance to speak first. “A suicide note, y/n? Are you planning on leaving me? I won’t let you do that. I won’t. Where are you? I’m coming to get you.” Jin explains.

“Jin, I’m at work.” You tell him. “That note is old. I promise, I’m not planning to do anything bad. I just forgot to throw it away.”

“Oh, okay. Have fun at work, but we’re going to talk about this when you get home.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi read the whole note, almost immediately understanding your feelings. But that didn’t mean that he was okay with you doing something like this.

He called your phone, wanting an explanation. You told him that it was old, and he just said, “okay,” but when you got home that night, Yoongi had a long talk with you.

“Y/n, I promise that life is worth living. So many people care about you. Your family, your friends. Me. We all care about you. I know how you feel, I really do, but suicide is never the answer. If you ever feel depressed or anything, you know you can talk to me, right?”

Originally posted by yoongiyi

Jung Hoseok:

By the end of the note, Hoseok would be crying. He never knew that you were so stressed and depressed. He had no idea if this note was recent or not, but it still made him sad.

He called you, crying. “Hobi, why are you crying? Are you okay?” You asked him. “No. Are you okay?” He asks. You were confused, but after he explained what he found, you understood. You told him that it was old, but that didn’t stop him from speaking about it when you got home.

Like Yoongi, he would give you a long lecture. “Suicide is never the answer, y/n. And I’m not just saying this because you’re my girlfriend. I would say this to everyone in the world if I could. Suicide isn’t going to solve all the problems in your life, it just makes life harder for other people. The people who care about you. Please don’t ever scare me with a letter like this ever again.”

“Hobi, I wrote that letter two years ago.”

“I don’t care. It still made me sad that you were thinking like that.”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Park Jimin:

As soon as he finished reading the letter, Jimin called your phone, afraid that you had lied to him when you said that you were going to work. Since he read the letter, he thought that you were going to do something else.

When you answered the phone, Jimin felt kind of relieved. “Y/n, please tell me you’re not doing anything stupid.” He says. “Well, my job is pretty boring but I wouldn’t call it stupid.” You answered. Jimin explained to you that he had found the letter and you just sighed.

“Remind me to throw that stupid thing away when I get home. It’s so old. I don’t know why I kept it.” You tell him. “I’ll throw it away myself. I’m glad you haven’t done anything stupid to yourself. I love you, y/n.”

Originally posted by kimthehyung

Kim Taehyung:

Reading the letter, Taehyung would be upset. He would immediately call you, wanting to know why in the world you would ever do something like this. “Y/n y/l/n, you’re going to have to fight me when you get home.” He says into the phone. “Why?” You asked, confused.

“I found a suicide letter under your bed. A suicide letter? Really, y/n? I’m sorry, but you’re not getting away from me that easily.” He explains.

“Oh, that stupid letter. Tae, that thing is old. I forgot to throw it away. I promise I’m not doing anything like that.” You explained to him. “You better not be. I never knew you used to be so stressed and sad. I’m so sorry. Please talk to me if you ever feel like that again.”

Originally posted by toughchim

Jeon Jungkook:

After reading the letter, Jungkook would just sit there for a few minutes, not believing what he just read. Were you really planning to hurt yourself? When Jungkook finally got a grip, he grabbed his phone and called you. When you answered the phone, he spoke immediately. “Why did you write a suicide note? Y/n, please don’t tell me you’re going to do that. Please don’t. Please.” He begged you.

“Jungkook, what are you talking about?”

“There was a suicide note in the box under your bed. I read it and—” You didn’t give him time to finish his sentence. “Please throw that away. It’s old. I’m not doing anything like that, I promise. Please, just throw it away. Burn it or something.” You tell him.

Jungkook sighed a sigh of relief. “I love you, really. You know that?”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

perspective

this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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Les Mis Professor Enjolras AU

So a little while ago I came up with the idea of Enjolras being an English Professor and being one of those professors that are really passionate about what they teach, but also one of those professors that has a significant other that their class is familiar with (when I was in middle school one of the teacher’s husband use to come in and bring her something she needed every few weeks and he always wore glasses and a hat when dropping stuff off so everyone would joke that he was her “boyfriend” because of how the outfit made him look so different). This is the first part of a long long series of headcanons so just you wait. Here are the first few!

•Enjolras begins teaching college students and is one of those intensely passionate professor but is also the youngest professor.

  • He teaches English and is always trying to inspire his students to stand up for what they believe in.
  • Enjolras has all his students call him “Mr. E” or something of the sort, because being called by his last name with the prefixes “Mr” and “Professor” made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his father.
  • He’s also got quick responses to the kids who backtalk cause his boyfriend has given him plenty of practice

•His students end up meeting Grantaire early on because R constantly stops in to bring his boyfriend coffee and stuff and then makes jokes to the classes and E doesn’t approve

  • It gets to the point where every time Grantaire enters the room, the members of whatever class E is teaching stand up with finger guns and go “AYYYYYYY”. Enjolras is not a fan of this practice.

•At Halloween E and R dress in matching costumes but E’s students don’t understand the costume at all until R comes in with one of those pumpkin lattes for his bf (because Enjolras is a basic white girl) and everyone is like “ohhhh” (Idk what the costumes would be but I thought it was a cute idea so send me ideas in my inbox)

•At like the end of November Enjolras mentions at the end of his class that Grantaire is gonna have his work in an art gallery for a week and he wanted E to find out if any of the students wanted to go to the opening night

  • Almost everyone shows up and they all giggle because almost all of the art is of Enjolras (obviously)
  • Enjolras smacks Grantaire’s arm (playfully) and is like “why did you only put up the ones of me you jerk, you have plenty of paintings of landscapes” and R is like “cause my paintings of you are my best work” and all the students go “awwww" E is just like “omg I hate you so much you’re such a cruel boyfriend”

•At the end of the semester E makes cookies for everyone and gives the students that aren’t taking classes with him the next semester little poems and they have a little class party

•At the start of the new semester R gets a habit of showing up at the end of E’s morning classes with a coffee for him and a sandwich bag at lunchtime on the days he doesn’t have to work himself

  • The newer students really enjoy the idea of a cute little artist guy popping in at the end of classes to bring his boyfriend a coffee because they’re adorable

•Valentine’s Day involves an elaborate scheme

  • Grantaire gets a bunch of paper hearts and writes down every memory related to Enjolras like “going to the first Les Amis meeting and practically dying” “whining to Courf about feelings” “painting you for the first time” “getting drunk with Éponine because pining” “taking you on the tour of favorite sites for our first date” “kissing in front of the Louvre” “Courf and Ferre’s wedding” “Trip to America” “Start of your new job”
  • The students in Enjolras’s first morning class put them up all around the room and pester Grantaire like crazy because it’s cute
  • Grantaire also gets those students to all sit at their desks and hold up letters that spell out “I love you, Enjolras”
  • R also stands in the back of the room with a rose in hiding
  • Enjolras walks into his classroom that morning and almost bursts into tears
  • R steps down with the rose and gives his boyfriend a kiss and everyone applauds because they’re adorable

•In March, Grantaire gets a letter in the mail and instantly runs to Enjolras once he reads it

  • Unfortunately Enjolras is teaching a class and R doesn’t want to interrupt his bf so he just bounces up and down outside the door waiting for the class to finish up
  • After a while a student raises his hand and goes to Enjolras “Hey Mr.E? Grantaire has been bouncing up and down outside the classroom door for like the last 10 minutes, I think he needs to talk to you”
  • Enjolras goes out of the room to his excited boyfriend and is shown a letter, reading that Grantaire got into a serious artist program that takes place in July and could be a big boost for him
  • E and R celebrate almost all night with Courf and Ferre and E definitely regrets it the next morning when he’s teaching an 8 am class with a hangover (He promises himself that he will never do that ever again)

•In April, Enjolras and his class study the Hunchback of Notre Dame (1. Because Victor Hugo and 2. Because Enjolras would love that book tbh) and so the class goes on a field trip to Notre Dame (since it’s only about a 20 minute walk from the school)

  • Grantaire goes with them because he knows Paris better than anyone and he’s spent lots of time at Notre Dame for inspiration
  • The kids are convinced it’s because Enjolras just wants an excuse to hang out with his boyfriend
  • Grantaire thinks it is too but doesn’t mention it
  • Enjolras wanted to see his boyfriend but also loves the fact that his boyfriend knew so much and loves watching him when he goes on about the stuff so he hopes his students enjoy it

•In May, before the end of the semester the college throws a big party/fair for all the students and also to raise funds for classes

  • R sets up a little station where he draws portraits of students while E sets up a table with buttons and pins you can buy
  • A couple students come up to them and ask them to tell the story of how they met. After 7 times, Enjolras puts out a sign saying their Love Story costs 5 bucks to listen to it

•While packing up his classroom some students stick around and chat with Enjolras

  • The students get all nosy and ask about E’s summer plans
  • “Since Grantaire got accepted to his program and will be gone for most of July, we’re planning on doing a lot of fun things together in June, also because it’s a big month for us because of our anniversary and my birthday”

•Once all the students leave Enjolras finishes his packing and waits for his boyfriend to come pick him up

  • Enjolras and Grantaire take the boxes out to the car and E ends up wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who says to him “I’m so glad you took this job, you’ve been really happy since”

EDIT: Originally I used Enjolras more as a first name than last name. I’ve since changed that after finding a first name that fits him well so “Enjolras has all his students call him […] ‘Professor Enjolras’ […] because being called by his last name made him uncomfortable” has been changed to fit the storyline better.

Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Nah

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Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”

“Fine,”

You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”

“Meh,”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added 

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

 “I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off. 

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?

No.

I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out. 

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to  make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.

Y/N.

Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.

Peter,

This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.

Y/N.

Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.

Peter,

I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.

Y/N.

Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.

Peter,

It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard?
I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.

Y/N.

Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape.
Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.


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the last ten months

prompt: the last ten months of your relationship with lin and he shows up at your doorstep

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2,790 someoNE TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing probably, lil bit of angst

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this but lemme know what u think xoxoxoxo 


now

You heard the knock on your door but tried to ignore it. It was 2:03 a.m., and you had a show tomorrow. When the pounding got louder, you groaned. Grumbling, you blindly patted your nightstand looking for your glassed. Pushing them onto your face, you pulled yourself towards the door.

You had barely hiked up your sweats by the time you saw him.

Lin.

He was soaked to the bone, dripping on your front step. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing this right, the previous ten months flashing before you as he breathed out:

“Y/N.”


ten months before.

You had been studying there for no more than an hour when the door chimed. Usually, you were the only one here. The coffee shop was practically off the grid and on the verge of going bankrupt, so the signal of a customer surprised you. Nevertheless, you went back to studying for your chemistry exam.

But when you heard his laugh, your head shot up. He was on the phone. You tried to go back to your work again.

Each time though, it got harder and harder to solve the never ending equations in front of you. Sighing, you threw your pencil down. 

The brunette two tables away turned. Sheepishly, you mumbled an apology. He had his computer out now, probably working on something. He smiled though, something you don’t see often enough in New York.

“Whatcha working on?” he added before you could ignore him.

You looked down at your work before responded, “Chemistry,” you sighed.

“Yikes,” he laughed, “I failed that as a sophomore.”

That made you grin, turning a little so you could see him more clearly.

“What about you?” you pushed. His smiled grew, making your chest swirl,

“This,” he said, patting his computer, “is my current pride and joy.”

Your eyebrows shot up, interested.

“I’m writing a musical.” he said. You instinctively leaned forward, wanting to hear more. “It’s about Alexander Hamilton.”

“First Secretary of Treasury.” 

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”

He moved his chair closer, “I’m Lin,” he said as he extended his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled.


nine months before

He saw you again. Every day for a month. He would sit in his seat, maintaining his distance, not wanting to push you. He showed up every day at three and got nervous when you weren’t there. Once, after about three weeks of this, he this slip. You blushed at his concern. However, knowing that you weren’t going to be there today, you left a note for the barista.

He arrived at the cafe, immediately searching for you, ready to share his new ideas with you for the show. When he saw the empty cafe, he panicked. 

“Chill, dude. She left you a note,” the barista said, pointing to your usual table. Sure enough, there was a white piece of paper labeled: Lin

He rushing to read it, he nearly tripped over the chair in front of him. The barista rolled her eyes at him. 

Reaching the paper, his eyes scanned the words quickly.

Lin -

I have an interview today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Finish Helpless - I can’t get it out of my head and I won’t be satisfied until I hear the ending. 

Always,

Y/N

ps: barista is grumpy today. play nice.

Lin smiled at the letter. He read it over and over, and practically had it memorized by the time he ordered his coffee. He was trying, really. He was trying really hard not to fall for you. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it just started beating really, really fast.


eight months before

Coffee has progressed. He had convinced you to go to a sandwich place downtown, and then a bookstore, and then his apartment. Nothing was labeled, and that seemed to make it both easier and harder.

Easier in the sense that you knew if you said something wrong, he wouldn’t flip. Harder in the sense that all you wanted was to feel his smirk against your lips.

Lin was banging working on a new song for the show as you read. Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the keys, causing you to jump. He mumbled an apology, embarrassed. 

You offered a small smile, getting up and walking towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his instinctively reached for them. You felt your heart flutter.

“Play it for me,” you tried.

He huffed, “It sucks.”

You shrugged, “Play it anyways.” And so he did. You made him slide over so you could side beside him on the piano bench. He felt your head fall on his shoulder. Lin didn’t even realize when his hand left the keys and grasped your own.

You didn’t leave until midnight, and he had almost convinced you to stay over. But you declined, you had an interview tomorrow. Before you left, he kissed your cheek. 

When you woke up the following morning, you still hadn’t stopped blushing.


seven months before

He felt different. Maybe it was the way your dress held to you, maybe it was the fact it was Valentines day. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t defined the relationship. Maybe it was the bottle of red wine you two split. Maybe it was you. But Lin was far too warm.

It was probably the alcohol.

It was most definitely you.

The day before, he had offered to take you out for dinner “as friends.” You obliged, happy to spend time with him. The two of you had become practically inseparable, almost everyone noticing. 

Your roommate, Kate, had even forced you into some red dress that nearly two sizes too small. Still, the look Lin gave you when you walked towards him that night made the fact that you couldn’t breathe manageable. 

“You look stunning,” he gushed.

That night, he kissed you. 

You were standing on the doorstep to your apartment, positive Kate was waiting up for you. He hadn’t made a move, and you almost left. But then his eyes were on you, and then his hands were, and then his lips were. 

Feverishly, you clutched onto his jacket, pulling him flush against you. You could feel his smile against your lips. You were flying.

As he walked home, - well, more like skipped home - he texted his buddy Anthony.

to: anthony

Is ten minutes too soon to call?

from: anthony

How much do you like her?

to: anthony

Way more than I probably should.

from: anthony

Then you should’ve called her five minutes ago.


six months before

Some called it sexual tension, some called it chemistry. You called it teasing, he called it a curse. 

So, after making out with him nearly every night - because God, that boy was a fantastic kisser - you started to feel a little guilty; maybe he wanted more.

You remembered stressing about it the night before. You absolutely wanted to sleep with him. Just the thought of his hands on you had you dropped into a puddle. 

Still, you weren’t sure if he’d like you after. What if all he wants is sex? What if I’m not that good? He’s going to leave me.

Stop it, you thought. Lin wasn’t like that…right?

Right.

When you rang his doorbell the following day, he was wearing a teeshirt and sweats. Still, seeing you all dressed up in the maroon dress Kate had picked out the night before, he panicked.

“Did I forget we had a date? You look beautiful - I can go change. God, you look beautiful -” he was rambling.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. Walking into his apartment, you swallowed your pride.

“We need to have sex.”

He gaped, stumbling over his words, “Uh -”

You held a hand up, “We need to have sex.”

He took a step towards you. Bashfully, he muttered something to his feet. Immediately, you turned, “What?”

“I’m not ready,” he said again, this time stronger. 

You blanched, repeating yourself, “What?”

“I really, really like you. And I want to have sex with you, God - I want to have sex with you, but I don’t want to ruin it if we do. I want it to be special with you, because - because, you’re special.”

You paused before taking his hand, “I thought I was making you wait. I didn’t want you to leave me because we weren’t having sex.”

Lin’s smile calmed your nerves, “I’m not going anywhere.”


five months before

Being with him was like standing too close to the sun. Your whole body was constantly burning, but there was never a dull moment. Everything was always moving with him. He was kinetic energy.

But your favorite moments were the ones at piece. Where the furniture, people, lives around you were in constant motion, but you were there. With him. Calm.

He was the eye of the hurricane; everything was quiet, for just a moment.

Times like these were rare: when his hips rolled over yours; when he would ask to try on your glasses to make fun of how blind you were; when he would buy your favorite ice cream, knowing you wouldn’t pick it up yourself; when you had to wear a scarf to cover up last night’s kisses; when he held you.

They were small, but they made your chest feel light and your toes tingle. So when he came home that night, pizza in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, you couldn’t shake the thought of loving him. You couldn’t shake the thought that this man was changing your life and you were doing exactly what you told yourself not to do: falling in love with him.

Still, just a week he said it first. He didn’t mean to. He was hanging up the phone with you when it happened.

“I’ve got to stay late today,” he said. He was at a workshop for Hamilton, the play finally coming together. 

“Okay,” you said, working around the kitchen. You had planned to cook, but now that he wouldn’t be home for a while, you grabbed a box of CheeseItz and sat on the couch.

Lin signed something Karen had brought over, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“I miss you.”

You heard him chuckle lightly, “I miss you more.”

“Get back to work,” you teased.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Yep.”

“Love you.”

“Bye.”

You had both hung up before you realized what happened. Calling back so quickly, he had barely hung up the phone.

“Babe?” he asked, concerned.

“I love you too.”


four months before

You two had a big fight. It was bad. Your words were sharp as angry tears streamed down your face. 

It was the first time in weeks that you had slept at your own apartment, slamming his door on the way out. 

Kate held you as you cried, forcing you to turn off your phone as the endless dings only made you cry harder.

You didn’t sleep that night, so when you walked into the coffee shop, desperately in need of caffeine, you nearly broke down again at the sight of him.

Clearly, he hadn’t slept either. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were tired. The bags under them seemed to grow each day after work, but today seemed especially bad. 

He sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. Beside him was a bouquet of peonies next to him. You couldn’t mute the quick intake of air, snapping his eyes to yours. After a beat, he stood and took a step closer you. 

Simultaneously, you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

He held you that night. And it was all you needed.


three months before

Lin left the week before. He was doing an interview in California and wouldn’t be back until the following Friday.

You were bored, honestly. You were bored of a quiet house. But worse than being bored? You missed him.

God, you missed him like hell. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his endless piano playing. You missed his sweet notes you found of the counter when you woke up after him. You missed Sunday morning breakfasts where he would make blueberry pancakes and kiss you, tasting like maple syrup. You missed his warmth at night. You missed him.

So when your phone vibrated around 4:30 in the morning the following day, you checked it immediately.

from: Lin
I love you

You laughed lightly before your phone went off again.

from: Lin
I didn’t say that enough today


two months before

“What if they don’t like me?” you asked anxiously, refusing to get out of the car.

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you.” 

You bounced your leg. He wanted you to meet his parents. Tugging slightly at your dress, you huffed before taking his hand. He shut the door behind you, pushing you against it.

“They,” he started, kissing your nose.

“Are,” Your forehead.

“Going.” Cheek.

“To.” Jaw.

“Love…” Neck - you stopped him, pushing lightly. You knew if he kept going, he was going to get whatever he wanted. So, with the dignity you had left, you stalked in front of him and made sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. He whistled before running to catch up with you.

(For the record, they did love you.)


one month before

He told you this might happen. He did. He told you that the play was gaining popularity and that if it were anything like In The Heights, it might be crazy. You didn’t expect him to be gone so much though. 

But as nights got later, and weekends away got longer, you started to worry if he had forgotten about you. 

Your fears rang true when he forgot to call home and tell you he was flying to Vegas for an interview.

Lin called the following day when he remembered that he said he would call… yesterday. He was even more scared when you didn’t yell at him. When your voice was calm. It was so calm, that he almost missed it.

“I can’t do this anymore.”


now

“Y/N,” he breathed.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there. After a moment more of the only sound being the rain pounding on the roof, you sighed. 

You shook your head, “No.”

“Wait -” he tried, but you stopped him. 

This time, sharper, “No. You - you don’t get to do that. You can’t just disappear from my life and leave me and then a month later come back and pretend like everything is okay and that I’m just going to forget how bad you hurt me -”

“Y/N, let me explain -”

“No! You don’t get to. You don’t get to stand here, all… all wet and sad and expect me to just accept it!” He was getting closer.

“Y/N -”

“No!” You tried to shut the door, angry tears running down your face. He stopped you, dripping on your door mat.

“Y/N, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to walk away. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to forget your smile and your laugh and your touch but, but God, I can’t! Okay? I can’t.” You had stopped pushing him by now.

“Every day, I go to work and I sing these songs and I do these interviews and all I can think about is you. All I can think about is how awful I was at the end and how much I need you in my life, okay?” You were barely breathing.

“Every day, I sit and wonder: how the hell did I let you slip away? How the hell did I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip away?” He had started to pace.

“Every day, you were perfect. Every day, you loved me no matter the mistakes I made. And every day, I left. And every damn day, you stayed. And God, I should’ve stayed. God, I should’ve stayed.” He stopped, turning to face you. You took a step forward.

“God, I should’ve stayed,” he managed before you cut him off, pushing your lips onto his. You weren’t sure if the water on his face was from the rain or his tear, but you clutched him like he was going to disappear into thin air at a moments notice. 

“You’re here now,” you finally said. Your lungs burned. Your eyes burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. But he was there. And he held you. And he stayed.


EXO REACTION:  unexpected pregnancy

Minseok:

Minseok had noticed that you’d rub your breasts and whine in discomfort during the short time he got to spend with you. He thought it was just your normal monthly ordeal, until you started to turn down the food he brought home. 

That’s when it hit him. The two of you were intimate for the first time without protection for your anniversary. So when he came home the next day, he was equipped with a pregnancy test. He shoved it into your hands and pushed you to the bathroom. 

Once you were done, you returned to him, cupping his face as he gave you a sleepy smile. “I hope it’s positive,” he whispered, leaning into your palms. “In three minutes times, our life could be completely different…”

The buzzing of his phone made him pull away from you to go check the stick while you stayed in place. You heard a yell of joy from the bathroom, followed by him coming to wrap you in his arms. “We’re going to be parents!”


Junmyeon:

Junmyeon had been coming home in the am, exhausted and hungry. You’d made sure that his pyjamas and a plate of food were waiting for him before you went to bed.With tonight’s food there was a small sticky note wrapped around the fork. 

You’re going to be a Daddy~ Make sure you’re free Monday so we can go to the scan together!  

The plate was completely forgotten about. He wandered to the bedroom, kneeling next to you sleeping figure, eyes on your stomach. “I’ll be there,” he promised, leaning to kiss your head before he pushed up the shirt of your pyjamas. “Daddy has to be away for a little while. Look after Mummy, okay? When I come home, I’ll spoil the two of you.”


Yixing:

You’d promised Yixing that you’d wait for a break in his schedule to take the test. The more you stared at it on the counter, the more you wanted to do it, to find out of the two of you would become parents. After staring at the box, you gave into the urge. 

You watched the numbers on your phone slowly decrease to zero. When it jingled, you grabbed the stick, squealing when you saw two lines in the small window. Clutching the stick, you ran to your phone, calling your boyfriend. 

“It’s positive!“ you cried down the phone. “Two lines! We’re having a baby!” you grinned, eyes still on the two lines. “You took it without me, huh?” his sweet laugh filled your ears. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he hummed. “I’ll be home before midnight. Try and stay up for me so I can kiss you, okay?”


Baekhyun:

“Y/N talk to me…” Baekhyun begged from the other side of he door. “I hate seeing you like this,” a soft thud signalled that he’d slumped back against the wood. “Whatever it is, we can work it out… Please don’t push me away.”

The sound of the door unlocking made him stand straight. When he finally saw you, he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close. “Talk to me,” he breathed into your hair. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear, and the ordeal could be forgotten. “You’re not?” he pulled back to look over your face. “That’s amazing…” a smile had replaced the frown. “You better send me texts every hour letting me know how you’re doing when I’m away.”


Jongdae:

Jogndae had collapsed next to you on the sofa he got home. You were quickly used as his pillow, his arms wrapping around you while he got comfortable to sleep. “How was your day today?” he asked, lips pressing to your neck lazily. “Boring. My doctor left me waiting nearly an hour,” you mumbled, fingers brushing through his soft locks. “You’re sick?” he frowned, looking up at you through sleepy eyes. 

“No,” you smiled, your turn to press a kiss to his skin. “Then why did you go to the doctor?” he moved closer to you, almost laying on top of you. “I wanted to see if my gut instinct was right,” you shrugged, pulling a blanket over him while his droopy eyes looked over your face in confusion. “I’m pregnant,” you laughed, another kiss was given to his head. 

“Why must all the exciting things happen when I don’t have the energy to celebrate?” he whined, his face nuzzling into your neck. “When’s your next check up?” he placed a hand on your stomach, rubbing lovingly. “Next week,” you spoke softly, trying to coax him into sleeping. “I’ll be there.”


Chanyeol:

Chanyeol suspected something was wrong when you weren’t waiting up for him when he came home. During his free hours, he decided it was perfect to talk to you about why you were avoiding him.

“Is it because you don’t like what they’ve done to my hair?” he asked, now leaning against the counter as he watched you. “I wanted to tell you after the promotions were done…” you sighed, moving so you could plate up the food. “It’s just hair. I’ll change it in a few weeks,” he frowned. “It’s not that,” you turned to look at him. “I’m pregnant,” you set the plates down on the table. 

When he didn’t reply, you turned to him, to see him staring at you. “You’re pregnant..” the shock turned to a toothy grin as he pulled you close. “This is brilliant!” he exclaimed. “I’ll make sure to be with you every second I can.”


Kyungsoo:

You finished the icing on the cake, each letter was piped with love and care. You made a cake for each win your boyfriend bagged. This cake would be different this win. It read ‘Congratulations on being a Daddy’ instead of the usual ‘Congratulations on the win.’ 

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart race faster, the nerves finally hitting you as you tried thinking of what to say to him when he found out he would be a parent. 

You skipped out to greet him in the hall, arms wrapping around him as you peppered kisses to his face. “Smells delicious in here,” he hummed, returning the kisses to you. “I make the chocolate cake we love so much,” you grinned, taking his hand and leading him the the kitchen. 

He stilled as he read the top, eyeing it for what seemed like forever before he turned to you. “Really?” he breathed, hand coming to your stomach. “Really,” you confirmed, making him beam with delight. “I love you so much,” his arms brought you close to him. “Both of you.”


Jongin:

“Sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up,” Jongin murmured, laughing as you tried calming your bed head. “It’s okay,” you smile at the screen before moving to get more comfortable. “I put something in your bag,” you informed. “It’s not your main gift, but I think you’ll like it,”

He left the phone at the table to go look through his bag. He returned with the silver box and pursed his lips as he tried guessing what it’s contents could be. “Just open it!” you whined.

Once the lid was removed and he could see the white stick with two lines, his eyes began to fill with tears. “This is the best news I’ve heard all year…” he gazed lovingly at the stick before looking back to you. “I wish I was there to kiss you and talk to our baby…” he frowned slightly when a knock at the door signalled that he needed to go. “I promise I’ll make it up to you when I’m free.”


Sehun:

Sehun let his bag fall off his shoulder the moment he got through the door and went to flop down on the sofa next to you. “You looked good today,” you smiled, stroking his hair. “You watched?” his brow rose as he looked to you. “Of course I did,” your words made him smile and lean to kiss your cheek. “How was your day? Do anything interesting?” he asked, taking your hand and kissing over it. “Found out we’re going to be parents…” you shrugged while his eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?” a nod was given in reply. 

“You’re mad…” you frowned, trying to take the stick, but he closed his palm around it. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that I can’t probably get to be with you for the next month. I can’t hold you if you’re sick, or be here to calm you down when your hormones are crazy.”

among peasantry and princes

part ii

summary - virgil, his brothers patton and logan, and their mother octavia live a quaint life of peasantry in a small village far away from the rest of civilization. their lives are hardly out of the ordinary — that is, until a prestigious prince with an ego so large it outmatches even his castle takes an interest in virgil, which can surely only end in disaster. 

pairing - eventual prinxiety

word count - 1,258

warnings - n/a

tags - au, prince!roman, peasant!virgil 

a/n - ahh okay welcome to my first sanders sides au!! i literally came up with this today and wrote a prologue out of my excitement so there’s still a lot of plotting to be done lol. anyway, this is supposed to be set around the 1800′s, but obviously im not an expert in that particular era, so please excuse any inaccuracies with grammar/vocabulary! anyway ahh i hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave feedback! 

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders @pointless-blog-name @lampisimportant @pippa-frost @jinxed-unicorn @starrykid@pattykrabbies @alright-cupid 


It’s late into the winter when Octavia Sanders receives the letter — embedded with jewels and branded with Prince Roman’s notorious wax seal. Breathless and delighted all the same, she sprints into the common room, tail of her skirt bunched messily in a hand. “Boys, boys!” She exclaims tightly, drawing Virgil’s attention from his charcoal sketches that always left his hands stained in darkness, “You simply must hear what was given to us by the Prince’s page!” Octavia crosses the room in great strides, pulling her youngest’s—Logan’s—nose from his book and the broom from Patton—her eldest—in one movement. “Perhaps it would be worth your while to listen to a mother’s tale once in awhile—luck may be on your side, this time.” Though her tone is stern with authority, it’s hardly free of a lilt of excitement — considering the news weighing her tongue.

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I.    I can vividly recall two things about Kindergarten: one being that my teacher, Mrs. Barker, could never have enough bee-themed decorations in her classroom. The second thing was Delilah.

“II.    Delilah was my best friend in Kindergarten. She had wavy brown hair, beautiful dark brown eyes and skin, and she always wore the same thing: a blue sweater with yellow flowers. I wish I remembered more about her, and about our friendship, but the image of her smiling at me on the hooded blacktop is all I can remember. What strikes me the most about this is that despite however many faces have come and gone in my life, her face, her hair, her eyes, and her sweater are still so clearly-defined in my memory.

“III.    In the first grade, Mrs. Sullivan taught us about butterflies. Her golden blonde hair ended just above her shoulders, and she always smiled as though she was the happiest person in the world. I don’t recall if I ever did, but I hope that at some point, I told her she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I hope I made her smile.

“IV.    When I was in the second grade, I moved to a different elementary school; not long after beginning there, I met a girl named Katie. I don’t remember many details about our friendship; I don’t know what we talked about, what part of the playground we enjoyed the most, or if she liked Littlest Pet Shop toys just as much as I did. What I do remember is falling on the grass, and a moment later, Katie offering me her hand to help me stand again, giggling loudly as she did so. There must have been something very special about Katie that stuck with me, because when I had to move again, I kept a photo of her that she gave me, one where she was positively beaming at the camera. I don’t remember exactly when I lost the photo, but I still remember just how utterly happy she looked.

"V.    For most of the third grade, a girl named Natalie shared a bus seat with me, where we would read the same books together, taking great care not to turn the page until knowing that the other had also finished reading it. When I had to move at the end of the year, she took a bright red colored pencil to the inside cover of her personal copy of ‘Marley and Me’, which was our favorite, and wrote ‘FROM: NATALIE’ in the tidiest letters she possibly could. Before leaving the bus for the last time, she asked me to keep it.

"VI.    In the fourth grade, I had finally settled into a school that I would be staying in, and that was when I met Kaitlynn.

"VII.    Kaitlynn had bright red hair, impeccable fashion, and some of the highest cheekbones I had ever seen. We sat together on the bus rides to and from school every day, shared silly secrets, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend at the time. Seeing as she was such a beautiful and kind girl, Kaitlynn attracted many other friends, as well as boys in our grade who would gawk at her from afar. Sometime towards the end of fourth grade, her newer friends convinced her to tell me that we couldn’t be friends anymore. I was heartbroken, and after an agonizing forty-five minute recess of me slugging around the playground by myself, the girls took pity on me, and Kaitlynn said we could be friends again.

"VIII.    We remained friends, if not acquaintances, for many years. I think some part of me always cared for her more than a friend would, but after elementary school, we didn’t speak as much. We rarely shared a bus seat anymore, but when we did, she would go on as if our previous conversation had only just finished. I held no resentment for her, and genuinely enjoyed her company, even if it was only when she needed to vent about something or pass the time. I always thought of her as the girl who could never be hurt by anything or anyone, but when she only seemed to share her vulnerable moments with me, I couldn’t help but feel special.

"IX.     I never realized that all the years meant so much to her, because on the last day of seventh grade, the day she had to move across the country, away from all her friends she had made over the years, she sat with me on the bus ride home. She quietly asked me if I knew it was her last day, and when I said yes, she burst into tears. I was surprised, seeing as our last conversation had been so long ago, but I immediately embraced her, gently stroking her hair to calm her down. Though it was difficult through her sobs, I was able to catch a few ‘I’m sorry’s, ‘I’ll miss you’s, and occasionally-coherent thoughts, like how she wished she had been a better friend to me, and that she was so thankful for all the time I spent listening to her, even when she treated me poorly or otherwise ignored me. We hugged one last time before she had to get off the bus, and she managed to look as if nothing had happened by the time her stop had come. As she waved goodbye and smiled brightly to some of the other students on the bus, I desperately wished that she would never leave.

"X.     Now that I understand what all this means, I can hardly keep myself from telling others just how much I love women. The little girl who pined for girl after girl after girl finally gets the validation she deserved but never received so many years ago.

—  “but you’ve never liked girls before,”
Anonymous Hate - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So, lately, a lot of writing blogs I LOVE (though I probably don’t say it enough) received anonymous hate…It inspired me to write this piece. I hope you’ll like it, and if I receive anonymous hate for it, oh man, I’m so ready for this…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy (forgive me if it’s not great, I slept only 4 hours in those last three days, and drunk too much coffee) : 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Bruce Wayne’s heart is threatening to beat out of his chest, and he isn’t sure of what he’s feeling right now. 

Anger ? Worries ? Confusion ? 

Does he feel stun ? Or Furious ? 

Sad or scared ? 

Anxious or enraged ? 

He doesn’t know. 

And if there’s one thing Bruce Wayne hates, is to lose control over his own emotions. But he just couldn’t help it. 

He was used to it with you, and only with you did he not mind. 

When it was about you, he just couldn’t have any control of what he felt, and that was alright…Though it was always positive feelings. 

Love. Awe. Adoration. A strong friendship. Passion. Devotion. Respect. Affection. Tenderness. Yearning. Fondness. Adulation…

He was of course always worried about you because 1. since you became a Wayne you also became a target for people who’d want something from him or his company, or for those who wanted a huge ransom and 2. because he’s as much the Batman than Bruce, and if one day his secret identity was to be discovered by any of his enemies, your life would be in a life threatening danger…Well, more that it was already. 

This thought was already almost too much to bear (he broke it off with you in the first few months of your relationship, scared to lose you…until he realized that he would lose you anyway if he left you, and since you accepted him back with wide arms…). 

So now, faced with…All this. It was too real. It was too close from home. 

Both literally and figuratively. 

Because those “things” (he refused to give it the name he knew it actually had) arrived in your house. At Wayne’s Manor. 

He felt like a pregnant woman, as if his hormones were playing tricks on him, because it wasn’t possible that a single human being could feel all those feelings at once, naturally…Right ? 

And yet. And yet here, in front of your desk, reading all those terrible things…

-Bruce ? Are you there ?

Your voice makes him jump, and, startled, he whips around and is faced with you and all your Glory…Oh because you’re nothing but glorious, as the light of the sun going down hits you just right and makes you look like a goddess. 

His Goddess. And oh Bruce is glad that you cannot read minds, because if you could, you would mock him and his cheesiness right now. 

-Oh hey, here you are my heart. Say, for tonight, I was thinking…What is that ? Hey are you alright my Broosh ? 

You approach him, worried because he’s just so pale and he seems almost lost, as his eyes follow you as if it was just an automatic reaction. It’s only when you reach for his face, and stroke his cheek with soft fingers that he finally snap out of his strange haze. He leans in your touch, and, without saying anything, shows you what’s in his hand. 

You look down and…

-Oh. That. I knew I should have burn everything…But I always forget. I receive them with the rest of the fan mail and I just shove it in there promising myself to destroy it, in case you’d find them, and then…I forget, or get too busy with something and then forget. 

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Part Eight // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven -

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral (female on male), Fingering, and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,908

A/N: Well, guys this is it. I know I can speak on behalf of my partner in crime throughout all of this and myself that we are so happy with how much everyone seemed to like this story. We love it so much and to see people actually love it too is amazing. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this finale (also if you haven’t followed @sarcasticallystilinski yet you really should because she’s fucking awesome)!

“Katalina?”

It was as if the entire world stopped moving around, except for the floor that suddenly shook and fell beneath her feet the moment her eyes landed on his. The same warm honey colored ones, with also a hint of curiosity in them, that never ceased to take her breath away. Stiles stared at her with confusion on his face at her sudden appearance on his doorstep, his heart now beating faster with her here.

All of the thoughts and words she once had planned to confess to him immediately flushed away from her mind and all Katalina could do was gaze in awe at him. The boy who she missed so dearly and wanted back in her life more than anything. The boy who had her completely wrapped around his finger.

“Katalina?” Stiles repeated to the completely still girl with wide eyes as he snapped his fingers in front of her face, hoping to somehow bring her back to the real world. “Hello?”

The snapping seemed to work because the second he did, her mind seemed to function again and she slightly jumped back to life. Shaking her head, Katalina nervously tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“I-I had a whole speech planned. B-But then I saw you again and I-I lost every train of thought I’ve ever had.” She confessed and Stiles’ eyebrows quirked in response.

“I guess I still have lingering effect on you, huh?” He chuckled light-heartedly, scratching the back of his neck.

The comment was just a small and simple remark to make the tension between them a little less awkward but Katalina took it more seriously than Stiles expected.

“Of course you still have an effect on me.” She stated and the pace of his heartbeat increased considerably. “Because sure I can delete your number on my phone and unfriend you on Facebook to try to forget you or even erase photos of us. But, what the hell do I do about your husky voice still ringing in my ears? Or the feeling of your igniting touch lingering on my skin? Tell me, what do I do about all of the memories we share together and the burning image of your breath-taking smile I see every damn time I close my eyes?”

Stiles’ eyes were wide at how much he didn’t expect Katalina’s words. He knew that at one point she loved him but he had no idea that, even after everything, she still loved him with such passion and fire. It made his heart feel warm and a sense of peace he hasn’t felt in years.

“T-That was amazing for someone who forgot their speech.” Stiles stuttered, not knowing how to respond in a non-sarcastic way. “You should really get into improv.”

Katalina let out a sudden laugh and the beautiful sound was music to Stiles’ ears as it mended his broken heart back together. And the gorgeous smile on his face was what put her back together as well. All of the ice that was in both of their wounded hearts was being repaired with warmth which melted away all of the cold.

“Huh, I guess I should.” Katalina giggled.

“I missed the sound of your laugh.” Stiles smiled and a heated blush crept up her cheeks at the confession.

“I missed you.” Katalina pushed loose hair behind her ear and Stiles couldn’t hide the way he swooned.

“You did?”

“How could I not? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” She grinned, quoting his own words from the letter he wrote to her.

Stiles’ heart stopped when she did and there isn’t a single doubt in him that his soul is connected to hers and that he only belonged to the beautiful girl standing at his doorstep.

“So, I take it that you read my letter?” Stiles smiled with a blush and Katalina nodded, smiling back at him without second thought.

“I definitely did. And it’s funny because ever since I finished it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She stated. “Which actually made me wonder just how long you’ve been on mind.

"And then it occured to me: Stiles, ever since I met you,” Katalina continued. “You’ve never left.”

The boy whose heart was destroyed and ruined beyond repair felt it come back to life along with the girl whose heart was once mangled and weighing heavily beneath her ribs. The words and confessions they shared with each other took out those shattered hearts, stitched them back up and returned them whole.

“I love you, Stiles Stilinski.” Katalina said the words he has been dying to hear for the longest time. “Always have, always will.”

“If you really think that I’m going to just run back into your arms after everything that happened,” Stiles began to say and Katalina’s face immediately fell, knowing that it couldn’t possibly end well. But, Stiles suddenly placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face to look back up at him. His eyes were warm and he had a soft smile on as he placed his hand against her cheek. “Then, you’re absolutely right.”

Neither one of them needed to say anything else to know that all of the tension, the anger, the hurt and awkwardness between them left both of their bodies to never again return. The two gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes before Stiles glanced down at her lips and Katalina’s breath hitched in her throat at the knowledge of what was about to come. Butterflies made their way into her stomach as Stiles closed his eyes and leaned in closer to her. She shut her own eyes in preparation and a feeling of happiness sparked in her heart the second his soft lips touched hers.

The kiss was calm and smooth, both desperately wanting to show their passion through slow movements. Stiles’ and Katalina’s lips meshed together in an addictive pace, both groaning when they needed to breathe.

“I love you, too.” Stiles breathed, his forehead resting on hers. “And I have to say, you look absolutely beautiful with that sweater on.”

“I had a feeling you’d like it.” She smirked.

“Did you now?”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you like it better if it wasn’t on me anymore?” Katalina grinned, feeling a need to be closer to him than just by their lips touching. “Is your dad home?”

“No.” He smiled. “He’s working the whole night shift.”

“Really?” Katalina smiled back.

“Really. Do you want to come in?” Stiles asked and the young girl felt no need to hold back her smirk.

In a matter of seconds, their mouths crashed together again and this time the kiss was hard and desperate. Stiles, suddenly, pulled her into his house and she let out a laugh at the unexpected move. Once they were both inside, he slammed the door shut  and pulled her lips back on his. He didn’t even wait before lowering his hand from her cheek and placing both of them on her ass.

“Jump.” Stiles commanded with a husky voice and Katalina shivered at just how sexy he was.

She followed his directions and thrusted herself up into his arms, letting out a small yelp when Stiles squeezed her ass. However, she took this opportunity of accidentally breaking their kiss to grab the hem of his lacrosse sweatshirt she was wearing and pull it off her body. Katalina couldn’t find a worry in her bones as she threw it on the floor and Stiles turned them around to walk up the stairs. Their lips were back together and Stiles successfully managed to climb the staircase with Katalina tight in his arms. With every step he took, both teenagers became more and more excited to be joined together again after everything terrible that happened.

Careful not to drop her, one of Stiles’ hands let go of her to open his bedroom door. After they were inside, without breaking their kiss, he put his hand back and closed the door shut with his foot. Katalina’s body bounced on the mattress the second he dropped her on the bed and, with lust rushing in the both of them, Stiles reached behind his back to gab his shirt and yank it off of him. A jolt of desire sparked inside of him at the sight of Katalina biting down on her lip and pulling of the shorts she was wearing. Both pieces of clothing fell on the ground at the same time and Stiles excitedly dropped his sweatpants. His eyebrows quirked when he stepped out of the pants and just as he was about to remove his boxers, Katalina scooched to the edge of the bed and swatted his hands away.

The sight of his bulge straining against his blue underwear and a little wet from his increasing amount of precum was what made Katalina jump into action, completely turned on from how much he was. Stiles’ body shuddered when she lightly played with the dark hair above his briefs before snapping the hem of his boxers against his hips. She pulled it down his legs and audibly moaned when his erection appeared in front of her which made Stiles moan in response.

“You don’t have to-” He began to suggest even though lust was clouding his mind and thoughts.

“Oh, Stiles, I want to.” Katalina interrupted as she wrapped her dominant hand around his base and the other grasped his thigh for stability.

She licked her lips in excitement and Stiles felt as if he would melt from how hot the girl he loved was. The second her warm and wet mouth wrapped around his swollen tip, Stiles couldn’t hold back the animalistic groan that came from deep within him. That exact sound, however, made the amount of wetness already pooling in Katalina’s panties to grow even more. Stiles’ hands made their way into her hair as she gently sucked his head, swirling her tongue on his slit and collecting the salty precum.

“Fuck, Kat.” He moaned, massaging her scalp and making her moan in response. Stiles, suddenly, bucking his hips at the vibration. “That feels so good.”

Katalina removed her hand from his base and placed it on his thigh. Stiles’ eyes rolled to the back of his head and he twitched immediately the second she took all of him in, his tip touching the back of her throat.

Stiles’ grip on her tightened when he couldn’t hold back anymore and thrusted into her mouth, which to be honest, Katalina didn’t even mind. She loves the way his face contorts in complete pleasure and, even though tears are now watering in her eyes at how intense this was, Katalina’s enjoying it just as much as he is.

“O-Okay, stop stop stop.” Stiles groaned, pulling her off of him.

Her lips detached from Stiles’ shaft, a small string of spit taking her place, and she pouted at the sudden loss of contact. Stiles was breathing heavily as he reluctantly opened his eyes and let go of Katalina’s hair. He looked at her and never has she looked more beautiful. Her lips were red and swollen, but her eyes were sparkling up at him.

“I don’t want to cum unless it’s in you.”

“Well, then what are you waiting for?” Katalina smirked, both of their pupils immediately dilating.

Those words snapped something in Stiles like never before and he immediately dove into action. He kicked his boxers completely off of his legs as Katalina backed up on the bed and he gently pushed her down onto the mattress. His lips were back on hers with such need and desperation that their teeth were now clashing as they kissed but neither one of them truly cared enough to stop. Stiles’ hands slid behind her back and unclasped her bra with ease. He broke their kiss to plant wet ones on her skin as he slipped the straps down her shoulders. The bra soon met the rest of their clothes on the floor and Stiles instinctively placed his mouth on one of her breasts.

Stiles’ hand trailed down her body until they reached the hem of her panties and, without even feeling like teasing her since he too desperately wanted more, he pulled it off her legs and dropped them elsewhere. He sucked lightly on her pulse point and the increasing ache in her core was interrupted when he unexpectedly skimmed his middle finger inbetween her soaking wet folds.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned and Katalina’s hips bucked from how badly she wanted more friction.

Stiles complied and slipped his middle finger into her warmth, earning a loud and shameless moan from her lips. He gently hooked his finger inside of her and moved against her walls, the delicious feeling stimulating intense pleasure in her which provoked sudden desire for more than just his sexy hands.

“Stiles,” Katalina moaned, her voice breathless as she leans her head back into his pillow. “I need more.”

He thought she meant more of his hands and began to slip another finger inside of her only to be stopped by Katalina’s hand grasping on his wrist. Stiles immediately removed his face from her nipple to look up at her with curious eyes.

“I need more of you.”

Stiles’ erection immediately twitched at her seductive voice and, without missing a single beat, he pulled his fingers out of her and put them into his mouth. Katalina moaned at how sexy he looked and Stiles moaned at how amazing she tasted before he spread her legs further apart and pumped himself a few times at her entrance. Stiles wet himself with her arousal and gazed deep into her eyes when he knew they were both ready.

Katalina’s own warm eyes stared at him as she reached for his free hand and laced it with her own, the small act of tenderness making his heart flutter. With their fingers intertwining together and never breaking their intense but affectionate stare, Stiles carefully slid himself inside of her. Due to how wet and slick she was, moving into her was easy and completely pleasurable. Both of them let out loud moans of appreciation at the fact that they were connected again after everything, but this time in the right way. There was no more guilt, no more pain and no more worries floating over their heads. Stiles and Katalina were finally back where they belonged. They were finally home.

Stiles thrusted into her slowly, feeling no need to make this fast and desperate. He wanted to enjoy every second he had with her and she certainly didn’t complain. The slower Stiles moved, the faster their hearts beat. They both gazed at each other with such love and care in their eyes that Katalina couldn’t hold back the smile on her face. The sight made Stiles’ entire body flood with happiness, the same happiness he hasn’t felt in the longest time.

It’s like what’s said in the 80’s movie they both love so much, St. Elmo’s Fire. “There are several quintessential moments in a man’s life: losing his virginity, getting married, becoming a father, and having the right girl smile at you.” That right girl to Stiles was Katalina and he knew that this image of her smiling up at him adoringly as he made love to her would be burned in his memory forever.

Even though they went slow, the deep thrusting certainly didn’t fail to build up an insane amount of pleasure in them. And before they even knew it, Stiles and Katalina were succumbing to the lust and intense orgasms were crashing down on them with incredible force. Electricity and ecstasy ran through their veins as they cried out each other’s names, her back arching into his chest and her toes curling into the mattress. Stiles’ moans, on the other hand, were muffled when he stuffed his head back into her neck at the same time that his body twitched and released his liquids inside of her heat.

When the pleasure pooling in their bodies was replaced with satisfaction and bliss, Stiles pulled himself out of Katalina and fell beside her on his bed. They were so peaceful from the loving sex they just had that they didn’t even mind the sweat lingering on their skin or the evidence of arousal still on their groins. All they could think about was how in love they were with each other as Stiles wrapped his arms around her naked body and brought Katalina closer into his bare chest. Pushing her damp hair off her face, Stiles left tender kisses on her forehead.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Kat.” He smiled and, even though she was already sleepy, Katalina looked up at him with admiration in her eyes.

“I’ll never stop loving you either, Stiles.”

Stiles leaned in and kissed her deeply, too addicted to her lips to let go. The kiss was so passionate and full of love that it put every other kiss on the planet to shame. Since the invention of the kiss, there have been a few that were rated the most romantic, the most pure. But, this kiss left them all behind.

It didn’t matter how hard Theo or the universe itself tried, these two were inseparable and nothing would ever keep them apart. Even when the odds worked against them, Stiles and Katalina would always find a way back to each other, no matter what.

Childhood friend [Derek Hale x Reader]

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Summary: (Y/N) is Derek’s childhood friend and each thought the other died in the Hale house fire until (Y/N) comes back to Beacon Hills. The pair bond again and fall in love with each other. They keep their secrets from each other until (Y/N) finds something that reveals more than one secret…

Warning: None, just fluff

Word count: 2006

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

You entered the town of Beacon Hills for the first time in a long time. The last time you had been here, the Hale House was still standing and your best friend was still alive. You missed the Hales when you were turned into a werewolf and your family disowned you Talia Hale was the first to help you. She taught you how to control your werewolf abilities and acted like you were one of her own children. Slowly, Talia had introduced you to her family, starting with her son that was your age, Derek Hale. You and Derek grew close and, not long after meeting, you became inseparable, best friends. One day, Talia had sent you to go shopping and when you came home to the mansion, all you saw was smoke. You had scavenged the ruins, looking for any sign of a Hale being alive without success. All you saw were bones, unable to distinguish whose bones they belonged to. You counted the bodies. Eight meaning that three Hales were still alive. You hoped that Derek was amongst them but, chances were, he was dead.

Now, you were standing where you had stood many years ago. The Hale House ruins. You were surprised that untouched. It seemed that no had entered it since you did. You shed a tear as all the memories came rushing back, you and Derek sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You and Derek fighting over who got the last piece of pizza. The memories were too much. You dropped to the ground, on your knees and sobbed.

You had been crying for a few minutes now, memories still popping up in your head when a memory you had willed yourself to forget came up.

“(Y/N)! Come here!” A young Derek called for you.

“What is it Der?” You asked rushing towards him, intrigued.

“Look over here.” He said, pointing to a small ditch, “Go grab two objects, one thing you that anyone would think you’d like and one that means a lot to you. I’ll do the same and we’ll meet back here in twenty minutes.” You were confused but did as he said anyways. You both ran off to the house to get the items.

Twenty minutes later, you dashed back to the spot and saw Derek standing there, waiting for you.

“I’ve got the stuff!” You grinned, holding a necklace that Derek had given you and a picture of your parents.

He smiled widely back at you, a big brown box in his hand, “We’re going to put both items in the box and, if one of us has disappeared. Then, we check here. If the box is empty of the object that we love, that means we’re safe. Otherwise…” he drifted off. “Anyways, place your things in the box.” He pushed the box towards you. You carefully put both things there. Afterwards, Derek placed a book that you had given him on your friendship anniversary and a small ring. To anybody, it was just a normal ring but, secretly it was a ring that Kate Argent had given him during their relationship. Just to make sure you told each other which object was the one we loved and which was the one we were expected to love. Then, Derek placed a bunch of other stuff in the box.

You had buried it deep and, when you were done, Derek shot you a heart-warming smile.

The memory faded but Derek’s smile was engraved in your brain. Tears trailed down your face. At that time, you were too overwhelmed with grief to remember to take the necklace. It was time, you would know for sure if Derek Hale was alive. Slowly, you headed to the hiding place, hope building in your chest at the chance of Derek being alive.

You stopped at the place where the box should be buried. You dropped to your knees, eager to know the truth. You summoned your werewolf abilities to be able to dig deeper and faster.

You only stopped when the brown box was in your hand. Without hesitation, you opened the it. You lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect. There was a brown plate of wood over the objects. You were about to remove it from the box when you heard a voice clear behind you. Slowly, you turned around and saw a group of teenagers. You looked at the one in the middle, you immediately smelled that he was a True Alpha. You had heard of him, he and his friends had defeated the Alpha pack amongst other beasts. You took the cluster of teens. A banshee, a kitsune, a werecoyote and a few werewolves. You were surprised at the odd bunch but made no comment.

They had been silent during all this time when the strawberry blond banshee spoke, “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

“I was looking for a sign that my friend didn’t die.” You replied.

“How were you going to discover that?” the only human of the group asked.

“With this box, it contains objects that will tell me if he’s alive or not, if he survived the fire.”

The True Alpha took a step closer and questioned, “Which fire?”

You pointed at what remained of the Hale house. “I have been waiting a long time to know the truth. I need to know if he’s alive.” You looked down at the box in your hands.

A voice from an unseen person answered, “Trust me (Y/N), he’s alive.”

The teens moved away from the voice and revealed a man with black hair and blue-green eyes. You brought your eyes up to meet his. At that sight, a smiled grew on your face matching the one his. You sprinted over and jumped on him, engulfing him in a powerful hug. Almost instantly, his arms were around your waist.

You buried your head in his neck and whispered, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, (Y/N).” he replied.

You stayed in that position for a few minutes until you unwrapped your arms from him and, once on the ground, you smiled, “Come on Der, we’ve got to catch up.”

He smiled back at you, grabbing your hand and taking you back to his apartment.

Once you left, the human, who you would discover was called Stiles, exclaimed, “Oh my God! I saw the one and only sourwolf, Derek Hale, smile and hug someone! Who is she and how does she have that effect on him?”

“Her name is (Y/N) (L/N) and, according to Talia Hale, she is Derek’s unknown mate.” Peter Hale told them, making Stiles jump, startled.

It had been a week since you had come back to Beacon Hills and Derek had caught you up to everything, what had happened since you had left. Who the group of adolescents were. Everything. It turns out that you had missed out on a lot of things since you had left.

Over the next few weeks, you and Derek had bonded to become as close as you had once been. The whole pack could see how Derek’s face lit up when he saw you or how he smiled a lot more now. The pack had also warmed up to you, especially Liam. The young Beta reminded you of a younger Derek.

After a few months, every time you looked at Derek, you felt butterflies flutter in you stomach. You knew this feeling, you hadn’t felt it before but you knew what it was: you were falling in love with Derek Hale. Little did you know, he felt the same.

One day, you were helping Derek clear extra room full of boxes for you to move in when you saw a small box. Inside was letter with your name written on the front. You opened the sealed envelope, unfolded the piece of paper and read.  

Dear (Y/N),

If you are in possession of this letter, it means that I am dead. It may be a month later or 15 years later since my demise but, as long you are holding this letter in your hands it means that my son Derek is alive and that you have reunited with him. I have left this letter in his room and got it enchanted to make it impossible to destroy until read.

What I am about to tell you will be hard to hear. But I need you to read through this. The truth is that you are not only here because your parents rejected you. I was the one who turned you. I did have a reason for my actions. Derek was highly impressionable and Peter was using it against him. Making him do things that are not for his path. Peter was always manipulative but I want Derek to be the Alpha after me. To end his control over Derek, I had to find someone for him, his mate. A werewolf mother always knows who is their child’s mate and when I saw you, I knew you were Derek’s. You were my only hope but you were not a werewolf. The only way for the mate bond to work, I had to turn you. I’m sorry for you to discover this now, when I am dead. But it is too late I can’t do anything about it.

I’m sorry (Y/N), Talia Hale.

You were shocked. You had looked up to Talia as a child because she was a strong and loving parent. Knowing she turned you on purpose changed everything. You sat down against the wall, staring at the paper in your hand, thoughts swimming in your mind. Your eyes scanned the paper repeatedly, looking for something that you had missed before with no success.

You had not moved for ten minutes and Derek had started to worry, he walked in the room, and saw you with tear strained eyes in the exact same place as before. He rushed over to you, asking what the problem was. You hiccupped slightly, trying talk in vain. You merely showed him the letter. He took it in his hand and browsed the sheet.

When he finished reading, he looked and took your face in his hands, “I am so sorry (Y/N), this is all my fault.” He said, guilt written all over his face.

“It’s fine Der, it wasn’t your fault.” You smiled slightly.

“You’re wrong, it is completely my fault!” he stared at the ground.

“At least it allowed me to meet the guy of my dreams.” You told him, cupping his face and leveling his eyes with yours, “Read the letter again Derek. She chose me because you’re my mate, she wasn’t wrong.” You laughed softly.

You placed your lips over his. He immediately responded to your action by kissing you back. Your lips molded together passionately. He placed his hands around your waist while yours remained unmoving on his cheeks. To you, the kiss lasted forever but, it only lasted a few seconds. It was the best kiss you ever had. You both felt fireworks explode in your stomachs, your lips burning and your hands tingling. A kiss with a mate really was powerful, you could feel it now. You pulled away from each other. Your breath erratic, your foreheads rested against each other. Derek grinned at you and you beamed back.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too Der.” You replied.

Little did you know the whole pack was watching this moment. Hoping to find a love like yours: pure and loyal. Their existence was only made aware when a very excited Stiles exclaimed, “It’s about time!” followed by the rest of the pack laughing.

You both turned your heads towards the sound and looked at the bundle of teenagers in front of you. You let out a short giggle while Derek glared at Stiles, mad at him interrupting your moment. Seeing this look Stiles bolted and Derek turned back to you, pressing his lips against yours once again.

the Defective Uzumaki - Ch. 2

You can start from the beginning here on AO3 if you missed it. Brief catch-up: in this AU, Madara and Hashirama have started Konoha as teenagers due to their fathers’ deaths, Izuna is still alive, and Madara and Hashirama formed arranged political alliance marriages with the Uzumaki sisters–Mito and Sakura. Sakura is only a tween when they start their “marriage”, so while the age gap isn’t that big, it is definitely still a marriage in name only.

@yomi-gaeru allowed me to use her art to illustrate this story which is a good thing because this story is completely inspired by her beautiful art. She is amazing! There is a scene which is based on this comic specifically.

@madasakuweek prompt: get away


Ch. 2: Rabbits and Foxes

Madara thought he had been saddled with a timid little rabbit as a wife. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that was wrong.

The only rabbit-like thing about Sakura was her frequent choice of big red hair bow. She quickly became best friends with two cousins of his about her age and the three of them—two dark heads and one pink one—were soon scrambling all over the nascent Konoha and its environs, sometimes joined by other Uchiha girls of varying ages or even Senju ones. Madara treated Sakura with benign neglect. He was often away, performing missions for funding, while the more diplomatic Hashirama attempted to entice other clans to join their new experiment of a ninja village. Even when he was in the village, he generally only saw her at meals and bedtime, when she would talk his ear off about her training and adventures. He generally only half-listened.

Nobody was more surprised than Madara when he began to miss her chatter when he was away on missions.

She was bossy, and she had a temper, but these were faults he shared and probably indulged in more than she did.

Keeping a wife got more aggravating as she got older.

“I think somebody has a crush.” Izuna’s sing-song voice was pitched irritatingly high.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Madara grunted. “Are we ready to head out?”

“Oh come on, at least give her a little wave. It’s adorable.” Izuna gestured with his eyebrows and a slight shift of the head, and Madara glanced at what he had been avoiding looking at: Sakura, practically radiating hearts and rainbows at them.

She squealed when she noticed she had been noticed. “Danna-sama! Izuna-nii-san! Goodbye! Have a good mission!”

The two girls with her giggled. “Madara-sama! Izuna-sama! Have a safe mission!”

The redness in his ears was due to the heat of the day. Not embarrassment.

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Clearing Confessions Part 2 (JUNGKOOK ANGST + FLUFF)

Read Part 1 here: http://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156299503129/jungkook-imagine-angst

Part 2:

JUNGKOOK’S POV

I’m frozen, paralyzed sitting on the bench. My favorite person in the world just told me she loved me. I lover her too, but not like that. Do I? I don’t realize Jimin is calling me until the fourth ring. I pick up and say “Hello,” absent-mindedly.

“Hey man! Great news. I got Hwasa to get Lisa to come on the date tonight.”

When I don’t respond, Jimin says, “Hello, Jungkook are you there?” I hang up. I begin to pace back and forth in the clearing. Anxiety builds up in my chest. I can’t imagine not being friends with Y/N but odds are now she will never want to talk to me again. I sit down on the grass, trying to get my thought together. I’ve known Y/N for as long as I can remember. She’s smart and so quirky. She’s beautiful too, i’ve just never thought of her as anything more than a friend.

I lay my head down on the grass and sigh. I open my phone and scroll through my camera roll. I stop at a picture Taehyung took of Y/N last year on the trip to the amusement park. I laugh to myself seeing Y/N’s sheepish expression in the photo. I remember I told her to not where those new shoes she had bought the day before but of course she didn’t listen to me. And she calls me stubborn all the time? I scoff to myself. I ended up carrying her to every ride on my back. It was fun though, I would spin her around and she would squeal and laugh her perfect laugh. She paid me by feeding me slushies in this cup we bought with crazy-straws. I smile to myself, the sound of her laugh from that day replaying in my head. And then all of a sudden the pain is back because I realize there is a chance I may never hear her laugh again or if I do, it won’t be with me.

I pull myself up off the ground and am about to sprint out of the clearing to find Y/N. I feel trickles of rain on my forehead but I ignore it, my attention focused on the crumpled up piece of paper on the ground.

Y/N’s POV

I’m struggling not to cry as I maneuver my way through the trees. I can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at me. Like I was different person for loving him. I’m the idiot anyways; for thinking this could work. I just wanted it so bad. I’m mad at him, and I’m embarrassed and i hate myself because I already miss him. I left angry and i miss his voice. He left me rejected and dejected so why do I feel like he’s the only person who can make me feel better.

The rain is trickling down now but I don’t even care. I want it to keep raining. I want the rain to conceal my tears and wash away my hurt. I want it to wash away my love for Jungkook.

I’m walking for what feel like minutes but by the way the rain is pouring now it must have been a while. I look around and see that I don’t really recognizes anything near me. I start to panic, my skin cold and my clothes drenched. I try to hop around, looking around frantically and avoiding puddles.

In my frantic state, I trip over a branch and cut myself on a stone. I yell out in pain. Eventually my yelling turns into a loud, uncontrollable sobbing. My sobbing is cut off when I hear the distant sound of a voice beneath the sound of the rain hitting the ground. I look around and see Jungkook, equally drenched and running towards me.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, kneeling down beside me to examine the large gash on my knee. I retract my leg away from him. “I’m fine.” I say as coldly as I can muster in between sniffles.

Jungkook tilts his head at me. “Y/N, I know you. You aren’t fine.” The rage I had built up on this endless walk is unleashed on him at that. “No Jungkook. You don’t know me. You don’t know how I feel or how I’m feeling and you never will!” I struggle to get up with my wounded leg but Jungkook takes advantage of my injury and pulls me into his lap. I’m completely shocked and taken aback by his actions.

Jungkook pulls out my letter and says, “I read it.” If it wasn’t so dark with the cloud cover and the shade of the trees, I would have been a red beam of blush. I quickly look away but Jungkook pulls my chin to face him. “Y/N, I didn’t know what to say when you confessed like that. But when you left, I felt how empty it was without you.”

“Jungkook..” I begin. “No let me finish,” he insists.

“Y/N you are so annoying. You always break off pieces of pastries before you eat them and it drives me crazy. You are a terrible driver not because your reckless but because you always let people cut in front of you, you’re always way too nice. I remember I asked you why and you said you were afraid of karma so now I am too but it’s made me a better person. You made me a better person. Your laugh makes me laugh but not because it sounds funny but because you have this face when you laugh where you scrunch up your nose and close your eyes and it’s just the best thing I’ve ever seen. Sometimes I feel like I make it my job to make you laugh because I just want to see it again. You are absolutely stunning and it’s annoying how you never acknowledge it. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous I just never really said it because I didn’t want it to be awkward between us. Y/N, I know you. You like comedies and you hate sci-fi. You never go to bed with socks. When someone asks you what your favorite food is you say Lasagna but I know that it’s really rice pudding but you don’t say it anymore because you don’t want to explain yourself. Y/N you don’t have to explain yourself to me because I love you.”

I was speechless for a moment. My brain wasn’t able to process any of what he just said, especially those last three words. My brain also couldn’t process when he pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. With the rain pouring down on us and our lips moving in sync, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. Two best friends in love.

A/N

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Love Notes - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by teenwxlves

summary: y/n has been receiving love letters, but every letter she get, remains unsigned  yes, a cheesy secret admirer fic.
word count: 4473

y/n dragged her tired feet to her locker, her eyes not even open all the way.  She leaned against the cool metal for a moment, letting her eyes slip shut as she tried to rest for a few moments.

“Sleeping at school is okay by me, but can you at least do it at a desk?” She chuckled when she heard Malia chiding her.  y/n looked over at the werecoyote, smiling at her before putting in her combination.

“I haven’t been getting much sleep” She told her friend.

“Why? The Ghost Riders are gone, I’ve been getting the best night’s sleep” Malia replied.  y/n shrugged a shoulder and lifted the hook once the combo was put in.

“It’s been a week since I sent out college applications” She told her nervously, opening the door to your locker.  “I should be hearing back from them soon” She finished, and Malia could hear the nervous tremor in her best friend’s voice.

“What’s that?” She asked, drawing y/n’s attention away from her anxiety.  The tired girl looked up from the books on her locker shelf, seeing an envelope sitting in her locker.  Her eyes widened, surprised to see her name written on it in perfect cursive script.

“I-I don’t know I didn’t put it there” She stammered, instantly reaching for the envelope.  Her fingers brushed over the neat pretty writing.

“Well? Open it! Maybe you have a secret admirer!” Malia said excitedly.  She’d seen a movie like this once and it was the only romance film she’d ever watch.  y/n grinned at her before nervously and carefully opening the sealed flap of the envelope.  You quickly pulled out a folded sheet of lined paper, reading over the note in a script you didn’t recognize.

y/n,

I’ve been meaning to get this off my chest for a while now, but I haven’t been able to tell you in person how I truly feel, so I thought I would write you this note.

I’m in love with you, and in the worst way possible.  I’m head over heels, and trust me I don’t look too good in heels.  You’re always on my mind, and when we’re in the same class I can’t even focus on the lesson.

I hope I don’t burden you with this

Yours truly,

“There’s no signature- y/n nobody signed it” Malia said exasperatedly as she took the note from y/n’s hands.

“Yeah… probably because it was a prank Malia” She replied, grabbing the last book she needed and shutting her locker.  Malia gave her a look.

“Really? A prank?” y/n nodded with an awkward smile.

“Yeah, I do” She said, slinging her bag onto her shoulder.  Malia quickly stuffed the letter into y/n’s backpack before she could notice.

“I don’t think someone would go through all that trouble if it was just a prank” Malia said to her, but she just shrugged.  “y/n I really do think that it was written for you to know-”

“There’s Scott and Stiles” y/n cut her off, already heading towards the boys.  Stiles turned, smiling at the both of them, an antsy tap in his feet.  He looked from y/n to Malia, silently asking the coyote his question.

He frowned when she shrugged and shook her head, all unbeknownst to y/n.  

“Hey Stiles” y/n grinned at the boy, and he smiled back at her upon instinct.

“Hey… y/n” He replied, his tone quiet.  Her brows furrowed with worry.

“You alright?” The boy nodded.

“Just not sleeping well” He said, which wasn’t a total lie.

“Yeah me neither” y/n responded.


She hadn’t thought much about the note the rest of the day, until the next morning she found another one had been slipped into her locker.  This time without Malia reading over her shoulder.  She looked around, wondering who could’ve done it and whether they were watching her receive it.  When she didn’t find any eyes on her, she opened up the envelope, and pulled out the letter.

y/n,

While i had not planned on writing you a second time, i couldn’t help myself because i did not feel like my first note had done any justice.

I didn’t tell you any of the things that i love most about you.

So thus begins the first thing,

I love the way you smile like the heavens have just opened up in front of me.

Yours truly,

y/n’s lips parted, and she covered her open hanging mouth with her fingers.  She’d never heard such flattery towards her, and it made her heart beat faster in her chest, and a pink blush rise on her cheeks.

“Why you all schoolgirl crush-y?” She looked over to see Stiles approach her, leaning against the locker next to hers.  y/n shook her head, a bashful smile on her lips.

“No reason” She lied quickly, and hid the letter into one of the pages of her books.

“Oh really?” Stiles asked, quirking a suspicious brow.  y/n nodded, pulling on a big grin to reassure him.  He shrugged, not wanting to push the subject and waited for her to collect her things so they could go to class.  “You know, you have a very bright smile” He told her, which only made her fluster and mumble a small ‘thank you.


Dearest y/n” Lydia read aloud as she sat across from her friend at the cafe.

“Not so loud!” y/n hissed, and the banshee rolled her eyes, then gestured around the coffee shop  they were currently seated at.

“No one we know is here y/n” She said, looking back to the letter that her human friend had just given to her.  Her brows rose at the beautiful handwriting.  “So you’ve been receiving love notes” She concluded, giving y/n a knowing grin.

“Yeah” The human girl replied sheepishly.  “This is the third one, I’ve gotten one every day”

Dearest y/n” Lydia read aloud again.  “Today I want you to know that I love the way that you laugh when you’re tired

Lydia looked up from the paper, raising her brows at you dramatically.

Yours truly” She finished, and turned it over with a look of confusion on her face.  “Well who’s it from? Where’s the signature?” She asked.

“That’s the thing!” y/n said, taking a drink from her coffee before giving the strawberry blonde a wild look.  “I have no idea, they’ve never signed it, and I can’t even tell who it’s from” She finished her small rant with a sigh, then wrapped both of her hands around her mug.

“Well I think it’s romantic” Lydia said with a loopy grin.

“Of course you do.  You and Malia both because of that stupid movie”

“You love that movie!” Lydia exclaimed.

“Yeah, I did until it started happening to me” y/n said.  “Sure, it’s cute and all but it just makes me want to know who it is that’s sending them to me” Lydia gave her friend half a smile, wishing she could just spill already and stop having to pretend.

“Well it’s gotta be someone you know, right?”

“I don’t know that many people”

“They seem to know enough about you, maybe it’s a friend?” Lydia tried giving her the hint, but y/n didn’t seem to take it.  She just slumped in her seat and sipped from her coffee.

They continued conversation, about Prom coming up and how they needed to go shopping for it before it was too late.  When four o’clock rolled around, Stiles came and picked up y/n.

“I didn’t realize Stiles was your ride, I could’ve driven you home” Lydia offered, but y/n shrugged a shoulder and smiled at Stiles.

“That’s alright.  I like riding in the jeep” She said, making Stiles grin crookedly at her.

“Awe, that’s about the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me” He said, making her laugh and pat his chest before heading to the exit.  When she were far enough away, he looked frantically at Lydia.

“No worries, I didn’t tell her” She said with a wink, and handed him the letter before standing up and putting on her jacket.

“And did she say anything?”

“She’s about as clueless as you are” Lydia told him.  And before he could ask what that meant, she was already walking after y/n.

He took a minute and stood there, looking down at his paper, then realized he was y/n’s ride home and jogged after the girl.

“Hey guys wait!” He called.


“Oh, Lydia gave me this by the way” Stiles said to y/n as she sat on his couch when they got to his house.  She quirked a brow in question before she saw the familiar mysterious note in his hand.

“O-oh thanks” She stuttered, taking the paper and folding it neatly back over the crease that had been previously made when whoever wrote it had tucked it into it’s envelope.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a secret admirer?” Stiles asked, hopping over the back of the couch to sit with her.  He tried to keep his voice steady and stayed away from making eye contact while he searched for a movie for them to watch.

“It’s not really that big of a deal” y/n shrugged as she spoke quietly.

“You told Lydia” He retorted, and she bit on her bottom lip.

“Yeah but- that’s Lydia’s thing it’s what we talk about” She defended.  He nodded, understanding her argument but he was already three steps ahead.

“Well why can’t we?” He asked.

“Why can’t we…?”

“Why can’t we talk about what you and Lydia talk about?” He reworded.  y/n snorted.

“You want to talk about shoes and boys and shopping and bras?” She asked out of amusement.

“Well, boys and bras don’t sound to bad to talk about” He said, and gave you a wink.  “Especially the bras” She shoved his shoulder with hers and laughed slightly.

“Alright, well, sure” She said.  “Why not?”

“Sweet, now who’s the sucker that’s fallen in love with you?” He asked.  Sucker indeed, he thought to himself.

“I don’t know.  That’s the thing.  It’s never been signed so I have absolutely no idea”

“Ah” Stiles hummed.  “Well that’s romantic”

“It is, it very much is and about the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me, I’m just…”

“You don’t like it?” Stiles asked, a hint of sadness in his tone.

“No, I love it, I really do but every time I read them I just wish it was signed” She sighed.  “I keep thinking I’m gonna get to the end and see a name there, but it’s blank every time”

“Maybe they’re too afraid to sign it?” He offered, which was about as truthful as he could get.

“They aren’t afraid of getting caught stuffing envelopes in my locker” She replied.  Well that’s because it happens early in the morning when no one’s at the school yet, Stiles thought.  “They aren’t afraid of telling me that they’re in love with me- I just don’t get it.  I want to know, you know?”

Stiles shook his head, not understanding what it meant.

“Well imagine you were in my shoes” y/n said, turning to him so she could explain.  “You were getting these beautiful letters and they… they make your day so much better, your week even” He smiled to himself out of pride when she said that.  “Now… now imagine the possibility of it being Lydia sending you them, imagine how you’d feel to find out someone you’d been in love with for so long could just maybe  return your feelings.  But you don’t know for sure if it’s from her or not”

He frowned now, a bad taste in his mouth as she used his old crush as example.  He wasn’t in love with Lydia, he didn’t want Lydia to have feelings for him, he wanted her to have feelings for him.  But he didn’t comment on that.

“And who do you want to be sending you these notes?” He asked softly, and his heart just about burst out of his chest with anticipation.

“Quite frankly, I don’t care who it is” y/n replied, taking him by surprise.  “If they care this much then… then  I got to give them a chance, right?” She asked, and he smiled at her, giving her a nod.  “And who knows, maybe it’s someone I already return the feelings of” She said, then turned her body back to face the tv again.

He couldn’t help but wonder if the last thing she said was true.


y/n was eagerly walking through the school the next morning, more awake and ready for the day than she’s ever been before in the year.

She wanted to read today’s letter as soon as she could.

When she reached her locker she was quickly spinning the dial, and ended up messing up the first two times she tried putting in her combination.  This resulted in her angrily punching at the door, leaving a small dent in the metal.

“Woah there human” Malia chuckled, putting a hand on y/n shoulder.  “Take a breather, you’ve still got ten minutes until class starts, that’s plenty of time to open your locker”

“It’s not that I just want to see if there’s… you know” y/n trailed off, already spinning at the dial again.  Malia chuckled.

“Ah, you wanna know if your lover said anything today” y/n rolled her eyes at her friend, but smiled when her locker finally opened for her.  Both girls excitedly looked inside.

“I’m sure it’s in here” Malia said weakly when they didn’t seem to find it immediately.

“No it’s usually… it’s usually just sitting on top of everything you know cause it gets slipped in through the vents in the locker” y/n’s voice said in a sad tone.

“Maybe it fell? Under your hoodie maybe” Malia lifted it, only to come up empty handed.

“It’s not in here” y/n said, grabbing her History book before closing the locker completely.  “Cause there isn’t one” She held the book close to er chest, and Malia gave her a sad look as they began to walk towards class.  But the coyote cast a confused glance back towards y/n’s locker.

Why hadn’t he written you a note today?


Stiles felt guilt crash over him when he walked into third period Trigonometry.  It was one of the few classes he shared with y/n, and he knew he let her down today.  His suspicions were confirmed when he saw she’d taken the seat in the very back corner of the classroom, her body slouched over as she stared out the window emptily.  She had her bag up on the desk, her arms folded over the top of it as her chin sat over top of them.  

He frowned, and quickly made his way back to sit with her.  At least the desk were set up for two, so it could be just them.

“Hey there sunshine” He said in a careful soft tone.  She turned her head to him slowly, not saying anything at first.

“Morning” Was all she mumbled.

“Why are you frowning? You’re makin the skies all grey and cloudy” Stiles asked, and could see a twitch of her lips, but the ghost of a smile didn’t stay on long.

“Just don’t feel good today” Was all she said before looking back out the window again.  Stiles was sure she’d fall asleep if she kept her head on her bag like that any longer.  But then again, she sorta deserved it.  He really raised her hopes only to crush them completely by not leaving anything in her locker.

“Not sleeping again?” He asked, wincing at his own words.  He was such a terrible person.

“Yeah I guess” She mumbled, closing her eyes and putting her head face down in her arms.

“You don’t sound so sure, what happened?” Stiles asked reaching a hand out and delicately placing it on her back.

“Feelings happened” You muttered bitterly, and if he wasn’t so heartbroken right now, he would’ve laughed.  He loved the way you’d adapted his sarcasm.

“Proceed” He prompted, lowering his voice as the teacher began their lesson.  She sighed, turning her head again to look at him.

“Boys suck.  Should’ve never taken those letters seriously” She told him.

Well, if it heart wasn’t broken already, it was certainly shattered now.

He took his hand off of her as she buried her face into her bag.  He opened up his notebook, seeing the fourth note sitting, hidden between the pages.  He looked over at y/n, who still had her head down.

Stiles swiftly tucked the folded piece of paper into the hem of his khakis, hidden behind his shirt.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back okay?” She only nodded in response.

Stiles gnawed on his laip, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze before standing up and heading to the front of the class, asking the teacher for permission before leaving the classroom.

After a few minutes, y/n heard her name being called, and she lifted her head tiredly, blinking her eyes open.

“Miss l/n are you alright?” Her teacher asked.  She looked around her room as she regained her senses.

“Did… did I fell asleep?” She asked, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

“You did, perhaps you should go to the nurse”

She only nodded, standing and grabbing her things.  She wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to leave class.  At least at the nurse’s office she could sleep and not get into trouble.  y/n left the room without making eye contact with any of her classmates.  She didn’t want to see people laughing at her or asking her questions or anything like it. She just wanted to leave, and rest.

When she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath, before continuing on her way to the nurse.


Stiles stared down at the paper in his hands, a lined piece of paper without an envelope to be concealed in.  It was a long note, longer than any of the ones he’d written before.  This time, the ending a little different as well.

He’d been standing in front of y/n’s locker for a while now, contemplating what he had wanted to do next.  It seemed like a good idea at first, but now… now it seemed like he could be making the biggest mistake of his life.

He wanted her to know how he felt, he wanted to know whether or not she could ever see him the same way.  The idea of them being something… more just sparked something in him that has never been there before.  It’s what had prompted him to write her the letters in the first place.  In hopes of her realizing it was from him, in hopes of there being proof that his love was requited.

But what if she didn’t feel the same way he did? What if she really only wanted to be friends and was appalled by the fact that he was even interested in her? What if she never spoke to him again?

He took in a deep breath, his hands trembling as he held the paper between his fingers.  He was going to do this.  He had to.

If he didn’t… he’d never know.

Stiles reached up, his hands still shaking as he pushed the paper through the vents of your locker.

“Stiles?”

He froze in the middle of the act, the paper half way through the opening but still in his hands.  He turned, and his most recently found worst fear was confirmed.  y/n was standing there, in the middle of the empty hallway with a textbook held tightly to her chest and wearing her backpack.  He could see even from ten feet away that there were tears in her eyes.

“y-y/n” He stuttered over your name, staring at you in absolute fear.

“It was you?” She asked in a broken voice.  “You’ve been… been putting those notes in my locker?” He looked from the girl to the paper that he was so close to discreetly leaving for her to find.

“Yeah” He sighed defeatedly.  “Yeah I have”

y/n put a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob that threatened to escape past her lips.  A few tears slipped out onto her cheeks.

“Wh-why would you do that? To mess with me?” She cried, walked over closer to him.  “You think this is funny?” She spoke a little louder, gesturing to er tear covered face.

“What? y/n no, no! Of course not!” Stiles said defensively.  “I wrote you them because I- they’re…. They’re the truth, I meant it” He said.  She was silent, unsure of what to say to him.  “Here- here I’ll prove it to you” He said, taking back the newest note he’d written.  “You told me, last night, that you wanted a name” He said, unfolding the letter, then hesitantly and shakily handing it to her.  She stared at him for a moment, before taking it in her hand and flattening it out over the textbook in her arms.  She looked once more at Stiles, taking in his nervous stature, before beginning to read the note to herself.

y/n,

This will likely be the last letter I write for you, and also probably the worst because I’m not sure what I’m doing, even as I’m writing it down.  This will either mess everything up in the worst or best way.

I want you to know that no matter what ends up happening, I’ll still be in love with you, and I’m one hundred thousand percent certain that this will never change.

I love how cuddly you are on movie nights when it’s just us, I love how clingy you are when we go to Lydia’s parties because I know you don’t want to go but you’re there to support her, I love how caring you are, how soft hearted you are, I love how smart you are and how you apply yourself as much as you can, even when you find a topic to be difficult you don’t give up.  I love how strong you are, we’ve been through some pretty twisted shit and you’ve managed to come out of it all stronger than ever.

You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known, and you continue to prove it to me every day.

Even when I came back from wherever it was the Riders kept me, and I’d never seen you cry so much, but all I could think about when I ran to you was how breathtaking you looked.  After being away for so long I was afraid that I’d forget what you’d looked like.

I hope I never have to worry about that again.

Yours truly, Mieczyslaw.

She took in a heavy breath as she finished reading it, looking up at him quickly.  She was still crying, but a different kind of tears.

“You mean all of this?” She asked quietly, and Stiles nodded, staring down at his feet.

“Yeah… yeah I was up all night trying to figure out how to put it on paper” He told her in a mumble.  “And look I know that you were expecting someone better but-”

y/n cut him off, rushing forward and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.  Stiles instantly cupped her face in his large hands, his eyes squeezing shut as he kissed her as lovingly as he could.

When she moved for a second kiss, he let go of her, fumbling to grab onto her textbook and his letter, and threw it to the ground so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her properly.  She giggled against him, her fingers latching around the nape of his neck to deepen the kiss.  Stiles moved her so her back was pressed against the row of lockers, never once pulling away from her.

She smelled like coffee and she tasted like it too, and it was intoxicating to feel her velvety lips against his.

“Stiles?” She mumbled, parting from him briefly.

“Yeah?” He asked, closing his eyes and running the tip of his nose over the bridge of hers

“I love you too” She told him.  “You could’ve just asked me out like a normal human being” He chuckled bitterly.

“Yeah, because I’m a normal human being” He said, making her peck his lips quickly.

“Well lucky for you, I happen to like all your quirks” She said.  He was about to reply when the bell rang, signaling the end of the period.  But neither of them moved or tried to go to their next class.

“Then how about… tomorrow night I take you out on a real date?” He asked, and she smiled brightly at him, nodding her head in agreement.

“That would be lovely” She said, making him smile back before kissing her longingly.

“Well fucking finally!” Lydia said excitedly, and both Stiles and y/n jumped apart from each other, seeing the whole pack standing there.  “Did you finally tell her?” She asked Stiles.

“What you- you knew?” y/n asked in disbelief.

“Uh.. we all did” Malia said, and Scott and Kira nodded along with her.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know” Scott said to you.  “Stiles can’t hide things to save his life.  He’s been pining after you for like… what… ten years?” Stiles’ eyes widened and he gave his best friend a look before feeling embarrassment creep through his chest.

“Aww, really?” y/n asked, her fingers curling around the collar of his hoodie.  He avoided her eyes, still completely humiliated.  But she smiled big at him and pressed her lips against his, thinking it was the sweetest thing ever.

“Okay gross I’m already over it” Malia gagged, grabbing onto Kira’s hand then walking off.  Lydia gave Scott a dreamy look, and he returned it.  The both of them proud of their best friends confessing to each other at long last.

“They’ll make such cute babies” She mused as her and the alpha began to walk away.

Stiles choked, pulling back from the kiss upon hearing the banshee’s last comment, and making y/n laugh.

“Come on, walk me to class loverboy” She said, picking up the textbook and paper he’d thrown to the ground.  Stiles took her hand, watching as he intertwined his fingers between hers.

And that moment, walking through the hallways with her hand in his, simply taking her to class, was a milestone in his life.


i sat down and wrote this all so fast i stg when i thought of it i just had to get it all out

xoxo ~ jordie

Learning to Read

Pairing: Tywin x (daughter) Reader, Tyrion x (sister) reader

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Warnings: None…but it’s my first and it’s a little long… Eh, Tywin may be a little OOC.  

Summary: You are the youngest Lannister daughter and are struggling with your reading, so you get help from your brother, Tyrion.  Reader is six years old.  Mostly fluff.

Word Count: 3,582

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Tywin

Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and previous Hand of the King sat in his study, pouring over documents and filling in signatures.  He hadn’t gotten any sleep the past few days, mainly because the fools of the Eyrie didn’t know how to strike a proper bargain.  Lord Tywin had never liked the Lady Arryn but while her husband, the true Lord of the Eyrie was away, he was forced to make political agreements and meet her terms.

There was a knock on the door, and he looked up, frowning.  Everyone knew not to disturb him when he worked on his documents.  It was either something important or a rather stupid servant.  He called for them to open the door.

The servant that stood before him was young and broad-chested.  He’d probably make a good soldier in a few years, but Tywin never took the time to learn his servants’ names.  This boy was no different.  He swallowed, and Tywin raised an eyebrow.

“My lord,” the servant began.  Then he stopped talking.

“Yes?” Tywin said, looking straight at him.  “You came into my study during a critical time, clearly you have something to tell me.”

Tywin could see the boy swallow away the lump in his throat.  His fingers drummed the desk, and he glanced at the tower of documents at the table.  

“My lord, it’s about your daughter,” the boy said, and Tywin’s attention was automatically caught. The boy couldn’t tell this though, for Tywin kept his same stoic expression.  “The Septas have been looking for her, but she seems to have disappeared.  They say she’s not doing well in her lessons and that she’s struggling with her reading.”

Tywin’s face hardened, remembering a similar experience with his eldest son, Jaime.  

“Very well, you are dismissed,” Lord Tywin said to the boy.

He nodded and fled the room. Tywin looked over at the documents. Y/N, his daughter, would have to wait until he finished the bulk of these.  He had a pretty good idea where she was hiding.  The girl had never been too good at keeping secrets.

As Tywin worked, he mused on his daughter.  He thought that his late wife was finished giving birth when she gave birth to Tyrion, but Y/N had come more than a decade later, a pleasant surprise for all of them. Tywin hadn’t expected to be a father again, and he worried for his wife, that her body couldn’t handle it, but she had given birth to a healthy daughter.  His wife had named her Y/N, though Tywin had wanted to name her after an ancestor.  Lady Joanna had insisted on Y/N though, so they went with that.

Tywin finished up his paperwork and left his office, ignoring the bowing servants and “milord”s as he walked through the stronghold.  He left the castle and went through the gardens.  Since he had told Y/N that her mother had loved the gardens, they had become her favorite place.  Sure enough, he saw her seated on a bench below one of the larger trees.

He cleared his throat loudly, and she turned to look at him with those striking emerald eyes –Joanna’s eyes.  His daughter was only six and as gentle as a hummingbird.  Her long golden hair splashed down her back.  Of all his children, she looked the most like her mother.

It was as if the child realized the danger she was in with her father’s arrival.  She jumped to her feet, smoothed her dress and curtsied before him.

“Good afternoon, father,” she said with all the bearing of a lady at court.  She knew her courtesies well.

“Why aren’t you in your lesson, Y/N?” he asked, cutting to the point.  It was true he was probably softer with her than his other children, but that was only because she hadn’t caused him nearly as much grief.  When a child misbehaved though, it was a father’s duty to correct that child.

“I don’t like the septa,” Y/N said.  “She’s boring.”

“I don’t care if you like the septa.  You’re learning to read.  Children outside these walls don’t get that opportunity.  Someday you will thank me for everything I’ve done for you,” he said. “Let go of your pride and do your lesson.  The house that puts the family’s name before its own selfish whims –“

“Will be the house that history remembers,” she finished for him.  She glared up at him.  “I just don’t like reading.  I’m not good at it, and I can’t do it.  No matter how hard I try, I don’t understand the letters.”

“You are not working hard enough,” he said.

“I spent two hours looking at the same page, and when the septa asked me to read aloud, I couldn’t do it,” she argued.  The girl definitely had spunk.  A Lannister needed that to get along in the world, but she needed to learn there were better times than others for it.  “All I do is stare at the page.  I know the letters.  I see the septa write them, and I can go through the alphabet.  The septa says my penmanship is wonderful, but when I have to read a word, the letters move around on the page and I can’t make any sense of them!”  

Tywin nodded, and she was quiet.  He had dealt with this before.

“Your brother Jaime was the same way,” he said.  “The maesters told me that he also mixed up the letters on the page.  Yes…I wondered if this would happen again.”

“And how did Jaime learn to read?” Y/N asked.  

A determined look flashed across Tywin’s face.

“I sat him down with the maester four hours each day,” he said.  “Which is exactly what I’ll do with you.”

“Father!” Y/N cried.

“Silence!” He cut her off. “Remember your courtesies, young lady. You will thank me for this.  A Lannister needs to know how to read! Jaime was angry with me too, but now he can read!”

“But four hours!” The girl looked close to tears, and for a rare moment, Tywin did feel something tear at his heart, but he was determined.

“A lady doesn’t say ‘but’,” he said.  It was something that Joanna used to say to Cersei when she argued with her.  “Go back to your lesson now.  I shall speak with your septa about the changes in your scholarly pursuits.”

Y/N’s pink lips quivered for a moment, and then she curtsied before her father and ran off.  Tywin watched her go, slightly amused, but slightly angry at her behavior.  Cersei had been much more rebellious, so he at least should have been grateful that he didn’t have to deal with that.  He didn’t particularly like upsetting his daughter, though.  She was the last thing of Joanna he had, and he was determined to give her the best life he could.

Being a father as well as a lord could be difficult at times.

Reader

At the end of your lesson, you were fuming at the septa.  Your head pounded and your eyes were sore from constantly staring at the page. You offered a short and stiff curtsy and then left as soon as the lesson ended.  You never wanted to see your septa ever again.  In fact, you would run away from the Rock and make your father miss you so much that he would find you.  That would really show him.

You loved your father like none other, but he could be stiff at times.  He was the proud lord lion of Casterly Rock, you reminded yourself.  He was held to different standards than the small folk.  Jaime supposedly had the same problem with words that you had, but Jaime got to run around and play with a sword, and then he got to be a knight.  Why did it matter if you could or couldn’t read?  Your father would wed you to a handsome lord when you were older, and you’d raise the babies while your lord husband signed important papers.

In your room, you tried to forget all about your lesson by combing through one of your dolls’ hair. The door opened and your father entered; the brush you used on the doll stopped halfway through its silk hair.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“The septa told me that you needed to study outside of your lessons,” he said firmly.  “Where are your books?”

“I just got out of my lesson!  I need a break!” You cried.

“Your mind is sharpest right after a lesson,” he said.  “Do you want to learn to read or not?”

“I don’t want to learn!” You snapped.

You had crossed a line, and you knew it.  Your father’s eyes narrowed dangerously.  

“You will read those books, Y/N, and I won’t ask you again,” he said in a low voice.

You shrunk back, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape your eyes.  You hated disappointing your father; he was your hero, but he just didn’t understand how hard it was for you to read!  You watched as he left the room.  You didn’t move for a moment, and when he was gone, you threw your doll against the wall.

You picked up the book and tried to read it, determined to show your father, but the more you looked at it, the worse your headache got and you found you just couldn’t do it.

You woke up with your face on the book.  You panicked slightly, aware that that was not proper for a lady.  By the sky outside your window, you knew it wasn’t time for supper yet.  You sighed with relief.  Then you picked up the book.  You didn’t want to visit the septa, but maybe if you just studied for many hours at once, she could get it all done and over with.  Hugging the book, you stomped past your broken doll and out the room.

Every step taken was tortuous.  You really, really did not want to see the septa.  What did that old lady know anyways?  Why couldn’t your father give you a fun teacher?  Maesters were always more fun than septas.

“Sister,” a deep voice suddenly rang in your ears.  “Does father know that you are wandering the Rock by yourself?”

Your heart stopped.  You turned and saw your older brother, Tyrion, standing there.  Even though he grinned at you, you felt a shiver pass up your spine.  She had always been more than a little frightened of him.

Tyrion wasn’t like Jaime or Cersei.  He was only slightly taller than you, but whereas you were six, he was a man.  His hair was as blonde as yours and his eyes as green, but his forehead was too big, and his arms and legs were too short. He wasn’t handsome in the least, and Cersei had told you that Tyrion had killed your mother.  Jaime had insisted it wasn’t true, but Cersei said that Tyrion had forced mother to care for him when he had a contagious illness, and she had died for it.  You hadn’t even been a year old, and because of that you didn’t have a mother.

“He’s a monster, Y/N, and monsters don’t show remorse,” Cersei had said to you.

You stared at your brother, fingers clutching the book.  You wanted to run, but you knew you needed to be brave.  He wasn’t really a monster.  He was frightening, but he was still your big brother.  Jaime got along with Tyrion after all.

“I’m going to the septa,” you said shortly.  “I’m learning to read.”

“Are you mixing up the letters on the page?” Tyrion asked in a dry tone.

“Um…” How did he know that was your problem?  “Yes…”

“Just like Jaime, or so I hear,” he said.  “Don’t go to the septa.  She’ll bore you to tears with her lessons.  It looks like she already has.”

“I have to learn to read so father will be happy,” you snapped, embarrassed.  

“Yes, we must keep father happy,” Tyrion said.

“I need to go,” you said.

When you turned away, Tyrion suddenly touched your arm.  You froze, remembering what Cersei had told you.  Tyrion looked kind of funny, but could he really be a monster?  What if you died because he touched you?  Maybe that’s why your mother had died!

“B-brother,” you stammered, voice squeaking.

“I’ll teach you to read,” he said.  “I’ve read a lot, and I’ve even stumbled on some of the histories of Casterly Rock that recorded other children with the same problems you were having.”

“Father wants me to study with the septa,” you replied weakly.

“Father wants you to learn how to read,” he said.  “Do you want to please father?”

You nodded meekly, and he smiled.

“Then follow me,” he said.

Your heart sank, and you imagined for a moment a maiden following a dragon into its lair.  Tyrion was no dragon; he was too small, but you couldn’t help but be scared regardless.  You frowned. Lannisters didn’t get scared.  You would learn how to read no matter what.

On the way to Tyrion’s chambers, he actually talked to you.

“Father rarely lets you see me,” he said.  “I remember when you were born.  I’ve never seen father smile like that before.  I suppose after me, you were everything he could have asked for.  You were a beautiful babe, and it looks to me like you’ve grown to be a beautiful girl.  You have mother’s features.”

How could he talk so easily of mother?  Didn’t he feel guilty?

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Father keeps me in lessons most the time.”

“And apart from the reading, how are those going?  Do you understand the laws of the land and the science?  I hated learning about the agriculture personally,” he said.

Before you could think, you said:  “I do too. I hate that part.”  You suddenly shut your mouth.  Had you just agreed with your brother?

“Ah, here we go,” Tyrion said.  “My room. We shouldn’t be in here too long, but I’ll teach you more than the septas will.”

“With magic?” You asked.

Tyrion snorted.

“What do you think I am? An imp with magical powers!  Is that what Cersei told you?” he asked. Cersei had never said that, but you couldn’t help but imagine it.  “No, if I knew magic, I’d make myself as tall as Jaime.  No, we’re going to learn the old fashioned way.”

“I won’t learn to read by supper?” You asked faintly.

“I’m afraid not,” he said. “You’ll have to come back each day, but I promise you I will make it much more painless than the septa’s ramblings.  You’ll be reading in no time.”

And then he pulled out a seat for you at his desk and took the book from you.  He laid it on the table, and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

“Let’s begin,” he said, and you sat down, feeling your hands and feet shake.

XXXXX

You had been visiting Tyrion in secret for a week.  You were never told to stay away from your brother, but father also made a point of keeping you as far away from him as possible.  With Tyrion as your teacher, you were able to see improvements you never thought possible.  Even the septa praised you when you actually read two sentences aloud and only had to pause a few times.  Tyrion didn’t use magic, but he may as well have.

What really confused you though was that you were actually starting to like your brother.  What would Cersei say?  Perhaps Jaime would be happy for you.  Tyrion was kind to you and very patient when you made mistakes.  He was constantly egging you on, but in a way that showed he really cared.

“You know this word,” he said as you hovered over the same word for over a minute.  “You can do it…”

“D…R…G… No, that’s not right.”  The letters were moving again.  “D…R…A….Dragon!”

Tyrion applauded you, and you blushed.  You then read the sentence aloud:

“Aegon I Targaryen rode on the dragon Balerion in the War of Conquest!” Your voice went up a notch at the end, and again Tyrion applauded you.

“Wonderful!” He said. “Wonderful!  Can you read the next sentence?”

“Aegon’s sister-wife…V…Vis…Visenya mounted Vhagar as her steed.”  You glanced up at Tyrion, praying you’d gotten the sentence right, and by his smile, you knew you had.  “I did it!  I’m learning to read, Tyrion!  You’re the best!”

You kept improving, and you actually sought out books to try and read.  Most of them you couldn’t, but you could understand a lot more than you could before.  Four days later, you were in yet another lesson with Tyrion.  He no longer frightened you, and Cersei’s words seem to fade.

You had finally reached the part in your heavy book that spoke of House Lannister.

“Lord Tytos Lannister was the eldest of four.  He was named heir in 236 AC of Casterly Rock…” your eyes skimmed the page.  Then you gasped.  “Jason Lannister!”

“Hmm?” Tyrion asked.

“Jason Lannister was Tytos’s younger brother.  Tytos was our grandfather!  Jason was our other grandfather!  He was mother’s father!” You cried.  “Mother and father were cousins?”

“I thought you knew that,” Tyrion said.  “Besides, cousins are one thing, but the Targaryens married their brothers and sisters for centuries.”

“It’s like how Cersei wants to marry Jaime,” you said.

“Y-Y/N …” Tyrion winced. “I don’t know how you know that, but you mustn’t say a word to father.”

You stared at the page and your finger found Lady Joanna’s name.

“What was mother like?” You whispered.

Tyrion froze and didn’t answer immediately.  Then he swallowed, and he smiled in a way that made him as handsome as Jaime.  

“She was beautiful,” Tyrion said.  “She was my best friend, my champion.  She was always encouraging me to be better, and when I cried, she held me.”  He looked out the window, and you watched him intently.  “When I learned that dragons had gone extinct, I was a mess.  I cried myself to sleep…but when I woke up, mother was holding me in her arms and telling me everything would be alright.  She had a beautiful voice too…”

“Cersei said mother died while taking care of you,” you whispered.

Tyrion looked down at his hands.

“That’s true,” he breathed. “I was probably old enough to not need my mommy, but I begged the maesters to let me see her, and she came right away and cared for me.  She stayed by my side all night…and then…it was all so sudden…she was gone.”

Tyrion was a man, but his lip trembled like a child’s.  He didn’t blink, like he was determined not to let the tears come.  He was always so carefree, sarcastic, and witty.  You had never seen this side of him before.

You reached under the table and held his stubby hand.

“Thank you for telling me about mother,” you whispered.  

XXXXX

You found yourself outside your father’s study.  He would be finished with his paperwork in any moment.  You waited there, going over again and again Tyrion’s cheers in your mind. The door opened, and Tywin stared down at you.  You drew yourself up as tall as could be, but he still towered over you.

“Do you need something, Y/N?” he asked.

You nodded, but didn’t answer.  Without a word, you strode right inside his study.  You heard you father sigh behind you and follow.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked you.  “Have you finished your studies today?”  You reached up and took the first bit of parchment off the stack.  “Careful, Y/N, those are important documents.  They can’t be lost –“

“Lord Randyll Tarly…Lord of House Tarly…To whom it may concern…We are in the process of building a bridge to help ensure our grains come quicker to the capital.”  You looked up from the sentence and hid your smile. Then you continued, and you read the entire letter out loud to your father.

When you finished, Tywin actually laughed, and you felt your cheeks go red.  You loved it when you pleased her father.  You had seen his smile more times than you could count, but you rarely heard a laugh.

“You see, Y/N?  You are a Lannister!  You always had it in you!” He said.  “You’ve got quite the attitude, but I’m proud of you.  Keep up the good work.”  He touched your face but didn’t embrace you.  He was still a lord after all.  “Come now, supper is waiting for us.”

You beamed at him, and they headed to the dining hall together.

After supper, you returned to Tyrion.  You still had much farther to go, and the letters still got jumbled, but you were determined to work hard.  You recounted the story to Tyrion, and he laughed first and then congratulated you.  Then he hugged you.

Once again you found yourself pouring over the book.  You finished reading the paragraph aloud and looked up at Tyrion.  He was absent-mindedly playing with an ink bottle.

“Um…I have a question,” you said.

“Ask away,” Tyrion urged you.

“Well, it’s just about something that Cersei said.  She said that you spent most your time in brothels and that you had…what were the words she used?  …An appetite for whores,” you began.  “Tyrion, what’s a brothel?  And what’s a whore?”

The ink bottle suddenly slipped from his fat fingers and shattered all over the floor.

ACOMAF Part 2.2 The House of Wind: Chapters 28-40 (Rhys POV)

Part 1 The House of Beasts: Chapters 1-13
Part 2.1 The House of Wind: Chapters 14-27

Chapter 28: Rhys Interrogates the Attor and Feyre Asks Him Out After
Chapter 29: Rhys Takes Feyre Out with the Squad & She Hears the Music
Chapter 30: Feyre Trains with Cassian
Chapters 31-32: Arriving in the Summer Court
Chapters 33-34: Party on Tarquin’s Boat; Rhys Gets Jealous
Chapters 35-37: Feyre, Rhys, & Amren Steal the Book from Tarquin
Chapter 38: Rhys Receives the Blood Rubies and Has a Nightmare
Chapters 39-40: The Queen’s First Visit

Chapters 28-40 of ACOMAF, from Rhys’s POV, all linked to AO3 above. Chapter 28 is also here below the cut. Hope you enjoy!

@kitashiwrites Thank you, Kate, as always for being the best beta ever. This would not be happening without you. (None of my fics would, let’s be real here.) <3

Chapter 28

Summary: Rhys comes back frustrated from how things ended with Feyre while visiting her sisters, and receives even more bad news when Azriel gleans new information out of the Attor. But Feyre isn’t quite as heated when Rhys returns home to the townhouse and even manages to surprise him a little bit with her first real night out in Velaris.

Are You All Talk

I winnowed directly from the townhouse in Velaris after dropping Feyre off. I hadn’t even said goodbye to her.

Azriel was waiting.

And so was Cassian, who greeted me deep below the mountains of the Hewn City. So far down in dingy cells and chambers, the only sound heard for miles were the screams Azriel elicited every so often from the Attor under Truth-Teller’s sharp blade.

Feyre could wait. She’d remained icy all through breakfast - and so be it. Right now, this took precedence.

“Anything?”

Cassian picked up the pace beside me as we met in the hall and walked to the prison room. It wasn’t a bar cell like the one Feyre had stayed in, but it gave me a shudder of remembrance all the same. I hadn’t been down here in… a while.

“Fifteen minutes before he told us a task force sent from Hybern had infiltrated our northernmost border,” Cassian informed me, his face a hard line. Still wet drops of silvery blood speckled the gauntlets over his leathers. “Five minutes before he admitted to closing in on Illyrian territory with a few other choice beasts.”

Only five minutes.

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Cuddles (Mute!Calum) PART 2!

A/N: This was requested by a lot of people and I really hope it’s okay! (Also it’s really cliché but I couldn’t help myself)

Word Count: 2.1k

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

MasterlistPART 1


All day Calum’s been pacing the apartment, a small frown etched across his full lips. From time to time he’ll stop, cross his arms and sigh deeply, the lines crossing his forehead deepening as the seconds tick by. 

You’ve been sat at the kitchen counter for a few hours attempting to complete a difficult paper and his moping isn’t helping your concentration. 

“Cal,” You wiggle out of the stool you’ve been resting in for the past three hours and slowly move towards him. He’s currently scrunched up in an armchair, his knees pulled tightly against his chest with a disgruntled expression embroidered across his face.

“What’s going on?” You ask hesitantly, kneeling down on the carpet as you let your arms fall onto the side of the leather chair. Calum tilts his head to the side and meets your eyes, the anger radiating from him surprising you. 

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