#'get Collins the hugs he deserves' the fic

[seriouslyobsessed]

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Bellarke

•Diamond Heart By asroarke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13880400

The real torture was taking home her recordings and listening to her singing as he laid in bed. Each song was so soft, so genuine… in a way that none of the songs she shared with Finn would ever be. There was such an honesty in her lyrics that reminded him of those songs that made him fall in love with music all those years ago. And there was something so painful about listening to something so beautiful directly from the person he couldn’t stop thinking about. His mind kept wandering to what she was doing when she wrote them, to what experiences she drew from, to who she might have been thinking of…

He felt a sharp pang in his chest when he admitted to himself that he hoped it was him she was thinking of. He knew better, of course… but when it was late enough, he let his thoughts drift there. He let himself imagine that she was singing for him. After all, he was already singing for her.

The Country Music fic where Bellamy can totally handle Clarke's fake relationship with Finn Collins. He is not jealous at all. The songs he writes just coincidentally happen to make it sound like he's jealous.

•Love Looks Not With the Eyes By she_who_the_river_could_not_hold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28249032

It’s Clarke Griffin’s senior year of high school: everything has to be perfect. She’s top of the class, captain of the cheerleading squad, and dating the star quarterback, Finn Collins. Her mom is the mayor and her dad’s a successful engineer. It’s all exactly as it should be. Except… it’s not. Her parents are on the brink of divorce. Her relationship feels like a charade and Finn’s controlling personality is coming out.

Plus, she just can’t quite figure out how to get their rival high school quarterback, Bellamy Blake, to stop flirting with her every time he sees her.

•Gifted By sheryl_sems

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25209826/chapters/61103455

Bellamy Blake can’t fathom why she’s here and what her gift is, but what he knows with complete and utter certainty is that he despises her. People like her have grown up with anything and everything that they could ever want, their gifts celebrated with a hug and a kiss and whispers of how proud her parents are. But people like him? People like him have had to fight every damn day of their lives to survive. They are hated and outcasted, told that their powers are nothing but burdens.

So when a girl like Clarke Griffin shows up at Marcus Kane’s Home for the Gifted, of course he doesn’t think she deserves to be here with the rest of them. He just can’t understand why nobody else feels the same way.

Mutants/X-Men AU

•after the beep (i'll tell you i love you) By eemolu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5870638#main

The au where Bellamy prefers calls to texts and Clarke prefers to make fun of him over outgoing message. Also, they fall in love.

(aka bellarke told through voicemail because bellamy is an old man)

Reylo

•Sweet Briar Rey By XarisEirene

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28868355#main

Rey’s grandfather curses her to die by the thorn of a sweet briar; Ben’s grandfather blesses her to wake by the kiss of her true love. A canonverse retelling of the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale.

He’d wanted to kiss her in life. Did he dare to kiss her in death? Would she mind? He dragged the rough pad of his thumb across the supple skin of her lips. Just once. He’d regret it forever if he didn’t.

•hold me tonight By thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13683624/chapters/31431000

The Battle of Crait wasn't the end of anything. Rey and Kylo are still bound in a way that neither of them fully understand, not to mention the struggle to figure out what a soul mark means for people on opposite sides of a war. And their connection isn't something that's easy to keep hidden from everyone around them.

BuckyNat

•never so good By honestlydarkprincess

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19714708

Bucky didn't want to be at this party in the first place. The only reason he was here was because Steve had dragged him. But then he meets this beautiful redhead and maybe this party isn't so bad, maybe he'll find everything he's ever been looking for.

Bucky/Nat. Modern AU/College AU. Background Steve/Tony.

Thoschei

•proud By fluffysfics

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30407514#main

The Doctor has something to say. And she’s got to drag the Master to a pride parade in order to say it.

Rollisi

•Blueberry Secrets By ReaderOfFics817

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30470118#main

Rollins and Carisi are finally together. The squad doesn't know yet, but it's Easter brunch. Jesse has some funny comments that spill the beans.

•Emergency Contact By mariescarisi (darahsooley)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30467871#main

A family emergency with Rollins’ nanny leaves Jesse spending the afternoon with her godfather and favorite Uncle Sonny.

#fanfiction recommendations #fanfiction #fic rec #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #the 100 #bellamy x clarke #reylo #reylo fanfiction #star wars #buckynat #winterwidow #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #marvel #doctor who #thoschei #thirteenth doctor x dhawan!master #rollisi #svu

[thatotherfooltheycallweaver]

Putting this out

This is the first "chapter" type thing of a fic I'm working on, hoping to get a little feedback--kind of an "outside view"

anything is appreciated

In the dim lights of early morning Queens, New York City, a teenage girl who had only gotten a maximum of three hours’ sleep had been startled awake by her alarm once again. She had already pressed ‘snooze’ twice, and would likely remain asleep if it were chosen a third time. The girl managed to pull herself from the half-awake state that tried so hard to coax her back to sleep. Untangling herself from several blankets, she stumbled out of bed; the cold already welcoming her to reality. The girl realized that she needed to hurry up if she was going to grab anything to drink before she got on the train. Deciding that she would need a bit of a personal motivator for that day, she grabbed her favorite pair of black jeans. They were a well worn pair, with a few rips from how frequently they were used. She grabbed a shirt that had been hanging from the handle of her door, a bit unsure how long it had been there, and put it on over the tank top she slept in. Her mother was waiting in the kitchen for her, lighting a stick of lavender and sandalwood incense, a staple in their household. There was music playing softly in the background, which she quickly recognized as ABBA, one of her mother’s favorite bands.

“Hey, Sierra. Good morning.” Her mother smiled. “I made you some coffee to take with you. Iced, just the way you like it.” Sierra smiled back, hugging her.

“Morning, mom.” She let go. “Are you feeling any better today?” She asked.

“Yes, I am.” Her mother pulled the hair out of Sierra’s face. “You can’t stay long...you might miss the train.”

“I had an alarm…?”

“It actually went off four times before you came out, hon. I was about to come wake you up.” Her mother grabbed something wrapped in a paper towel, handing it to her. “I hope you have a good day at school. I love you.”

“Sorry. I really appreciate this. Love you, too. Have a good day.” Sierra grabbed her bag and headed out the door. It turned out that the thing in the paper towel was a donut with strawberry jam in it. She loved strawberries, and felt a smile form on her lips. She got on the train just in time and put her earbuds in, hoping to keep the good energy going for as long as possible.

The day seemed to pass by so slowly, and the caffeine did not linger for more than a few classes. She was just beginning to crash when she got to chemistry. She had to fight the urge to fall asleep the moment she sat down. It was that class, followed by history, and she’d be able to go home. She had gotten in a tad later than usual, and chose the second to last seat available. She checked her phone and swiped away a few YouTube notifications, hoping she’d remember to watch them later on the way home. A boy she had seen around but never actually talked to had come in last, fumbling with the books in his hands and the papers stacked between. He put them down on the desk, but they fell off, scattering a bit. He scrambled, trying to grab them before they fell. Feeling sympathetic, Sierra got up and helped him. She stacked the papers she grabbed semi-neatly. He put the books he wouldn’t need in his bag, apologizing and thanking her as the last paper was grabbed and handed back to him.

“Hey, anytime.” She replied, glancing up at him. He was a bit taller than her; and from her view, the first thing she saw were his eyes: a vibrant, warm brown. She blinked, trying to cover the hesitation. He slowly sat down beside her desk, followed by her doing the same. “I’ve had days like that, too.” She reassured him, sensing his embarrassment. She leaned back in her chair somewhat, tucking the pen in her hand behind her ear. At first glance, it almost blended in with her dark hair.

“For me, it’s almost like every day.” He joked lightly with an embarrassed laugh, a faint blush forming. “Sorry.” He added under his breath.

“Don’t worry about it, really.” Trying to make him feel more comfortable, she changed the subject. “You’re in a few of my other classes, aren’t you?” She asked, to which he nodded. “History and gym, right?”

“Yeah...uh, I think so.” He looked more directly at her, scratching at his neck. “I’m Peter...Parker.”

“Sierra Collins. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” He smiled slightly. The class about to begin, Sierra grabbed the pen from behind her ear and softly tapped it against the desk a few times. Peter leaned forward on his desk slightly. “Didn’t get much sleep last night?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation up and not act awkward. She gave a confused look. “The dark circles. I just...sorry.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it. I just didn’t realize. No, I didn’t. Studying and shit.” She shrugged, noticing faint bruises that looked almost fully healed on his forearms, right where the sleeves ended. He scratched at one of them. “You okay?” She asked, a little worried for a moment.

“No, yeah, I’m fine.” He looked at her. “I’m just very clumsy.” It almost sounded as if he made it up on the spot, but it also seemed plausible.

“Ohh...gotcha. I totally get that.” Sierra noticed that the teacher was writing something on the whiteboard, trying to get ready for the class to begin--notes or something similar. She copied the things that she thought were important in rushed handwriting. She mumbled in irritation, erasing some of it.

“My aunt says it’s because I grew so fast.” He said before immediately regretting it. He mentally cursed himself for his awkwardness. He tried to focus back on his notes, hoping he didn’t completely embarrass himself; trying to pretend that she didn’t even hear him.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about that. Pretty sure they’ll patch it in the next update.” She looked away, unsure if she made the situation worse. Peter laughed quietly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Balanced mechanics would be nice, for once.” She chuckled, grateful he didn’t hate the joke. They sat in semi-comfortable silence the rest of the class, helping each other with notes when it was needed. When the bell rang, it turned out that they were both heading in the same direction to their next class, gym. At that point, likely from fatigue or exhaustion, Sierra wasn’t feeling well enough to participate in class. She headed over to the bleachers, sitting with her closest friend, Liz. They’d been friends since middle school.

“Hey, Sierra.” She said with a smile as the girl sat beside her.

“Hi. Mind if I stick around?”

“No, not at all. Betty’s coming over to sit with us. Her and Audrey.” She leaned back somewhat. “How are you? Your mom feeling better?”

“I’m okay. Mom’s much better today.” Liz smiled at her response.

“Good.” Betty and Audrey walked over, the latter opting to sit near MJ, away from the immediate group. The others had been talking for a bit, asking ‘fuck, marry, kill’.

“This again?” Sierra asked, slightly irritated. They always gave weird answers, illogical in her opinion.

“They’re bored.” Liz shrugged. Seymour, a boy with dark complexion and short hair, laughed at something before turning to Sierra.

“Collins: fuck, marry, kill. Seidr, Thor, Captain America.” He asked. She sighed.

“Fuck Thor, kill Cap, marry Seidr.” The last one was Cassandra Falk, a Norwegian woman who had disappeared in February of 2010, a couple months before the Battle of Puente Antiguo, only to reappear shortly before the Attack on New York. In between the Chitauri invasion and Sokovia, she joined the Avengers.

“Damn, you didn’t even think about it.” Betty laughed. “Dor me, it’d be fuck Seidr, marry Thor, kill Cap.”

“Seidr deserves the world.” Sierra shrugged, defending her decision.

“What about the Spider-Man?” Liz asked.

“It’s just Spider-Man.” Betty shook her head, pulling the hair out of her eyes.

“Did you guys see the bank security cam on YouTube? He fought off four guys!” She defended him.

“Oh my god, she’s crushing on Spider-Man.”

“No way…” Sierra muttered. She didn’t exactly have the highest opinion of him, despite respecting him.

“I mean…” Liz shrugged. “Sort of…? I don't know, what's with you being against him. You like him, right?” She asked Sierra.

“No, Betty's got a point. You're like my best friend but I'll never understand your obsession. He's literally so awkward and a complete dork.”

“Dorkiness can be cute." She stated with a shrug.

“How do you know he's like that? Have you met him?" Seymour teased.

“No, no, nothing like that. Just the vibe from those videos on YouTube.” Sierra explained with an uncomfortable chuckle.

"He could literally be thirty years old." Betty told Liz with a disgusted expression.

“Yeah, and what if he's, like, seriously burned?" Seymour asked.

“I don't care, I'll love him for who he is on the inside.” Liz said, pointing to her chest for emphasis.

“Yeah but have you ever actually met Spider-Man? You don't know who he is on the inside, either. You just know him from what he does. He could be a completely different person off the job.” Sierra pointed out, tilting her head slightly.

“From what I know, he's a great person who helps people.” Liz said.

“What about Echo, they're pretty badass." Seymour pointed out. Echo was a reclusive--the term used loosely, they were everywhere but were good at evading any documenting of their work--vigilante, a being that could manipulate shadows.

“I didn't think many people knew about Echo. There isn't much info on them from what I could find online.” She glanced at him, interested.

“I've only seen one video of them, but they seem a lot cooler than Spider-Man. The whole mystery thing.” He explained.

“They are kinda cool I guess.” Liz added. “I just think Spider-man is more of an icon, you know?” She said, ignoring the offended look Sierra was giving her.

“I didn't know they had videos.” She tried to ignore it. “Could you send them to me when you get a chance?”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded.

“Ooooh, someone has a crush on Echo.” Betty playfully teased.

“I don't, I just like knowing about heroes.” She shrugged. “I mean you guys mocked me for saying that Seidr was cool. And I was proven right.” Audrey slowly took out her earbuds.

“What are they talking about?” She asked MJ, tired. She looked up from her book and glanced at the group.

“Um, I think I heard something about Spider-man being thirty.” She shrugged, looking back at the book.

“Oh. Sounds kinda dumb.” She shifted slightly, as if to turn more towards her, to be polite. “That any good?”

“Yeah, that's true. Seidr is definitely a girlboss." Seymour nodded, leaning back against the seats behind him. “You can have Echo if that means I can take Spider-man.” Liz joked, looking at Sierra.

“It's very depressing...so yeah, it's great. I could lend it to you once I'm done, if you'd like.” MJ said, glancing at Audrey, who nodded. “I only have like twenty chapters left so I'll probably be finished by Friday.” She nodded, trying not to smile.

“Thanks.”

“You literally don't listen. You and Spider-Man are perfect for each other.” Sierra muttered, irritated.

“Thank you, I'm honored you think that.” Liz laughed softly, putting her hand on her heart dramatically.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” One of the guys, Ned--if Sierra remembered the name correctly--suddenly shouted from where people were actually participating in class.

"No, n-no!" Peter quickly sat up, panicked. “No, I mean--”

“They’re friends.” He continued, oblivious to the looks everyone was giving them.

“Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash, objectively a complete jackass, sneered as he jumped down from the rope he was climbing. Sierra didn’t get along with him and he frequently bullied Peter.

“I-I’ve met him.” He stuttered. “Yeah. A couple times. But it’s, um...through the Stark internship. Mm-hmm.” He turned to Ned, glaring daggers and gritting his teeth. “And I'm not really supposed to talk about it.”

“Well, that’s awesome. Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party. Right?” Flash looked over, as if to be sure the party was still going on.

“He said he just met him once, leave him alone.”

“Actually, I might not be able to make it to the party. I have a date with Black Widow.” He looked at Sierra with a glare.

“Yeah, I’m having people over tonight.” Liz confirmed, trying to keep them from talking over each other and arguing. “You’re more than welcome to come.”

“Having a party?” Peter asked, still try

“Yeah, it’s gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.”

“Flash, you absolute dumbass, Widow's already got a boyfriend who she's happy with. She wouldn't waste her time.”

“Correction, no one would waste their time with you.” Betty added.

“I don’t care.” He threw his hands up in defeat. “Sorry, I forgot I was talking to the super-nerd.”

“You'd think in a world of gods and heroes that could've been straight out of the movies, you'd pay more attention to the world around you. But no, you're still the same shitty self-centered asshole as usual.” Sierra snapped.

“Collins!” Coach Wilson interrupted, trying to calm the situation down. “Alright! We can stop that there! Can everyone go back to what they were doing? Thank you.” Sierra stepped back.

“Why are you booing me? I'm right.” She mumbled, looking at Peter with an apologetic expression before going back over to the others. She didn't usually start shit with a crowd around, but she was just so fed up with Flash's bullshit at that moment specifically.

“Okay, Sierra, go off.” Liz smiled at her, proud of her otherwise introverted friend speaking her mind for once.

“That's a once in a lifetime thing. Promise.” She backtracked, all of a sudden getting shy, as realizing what happened.

“No, that was the best thing ever. I can’t speak for anyone else, but you kinda said what I was thinking.” She smiled. Everyone had left to go get changed back into normal clothes. Sierra got done a few minutes before the bell had rung. She waited for her friend, in the hall

“Think there's room for me at that party?”

“Of course, you're always invited.” Liz smiled again, standing up as well. She smiled back, walking with her but hesitating for a moment, looking at Peter, who was heading into the corridor. “Give me a sec.” She said to Liz.

“Don’t take too long.” She replied before following the group out. Sierra walked over to him. He looked up.

“Hey…” He pulled at his sleeve, a bit timid.

“You doing okay? I know that was probably uncomfortable and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine. That was pretty standard.” He said quietly and nodded with hesitancy. “I...thank you--for telling him off. I know it probably wasn't for me, but still.” She looked up, as if caught off-guard. She realized that he was right, and it didn’t sit right with her.

“No, you're right. I kinda made it about myself when I was supposed to be defending you. I'm sorry.”

“No, no, you definitely shouldn't be apologizing for that. I would really like the least amount of things to be about me as possible.” He said with an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks again for defending me, though. No one's ever done that for me before.”

“Anytime, really.” She smiled softly, glancing back. “Hey, I gotta go. But I’ll see you at Liz’s party?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” He smiled slightly.

#marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker #my writing #oc #oc ship #fic writing #wip #please critique #fanfic writer #need feedback

[dreams-in-the-impala]

I am not fine!

I am not fine! My heart is broken even more with TROS and The Mandalorian Season Two Finale. I can’t watch or think about The Mandalorian Season Two Finale without crying and I could really use a hug right now. It feels like my heart is being squeezed enough that ventricles and blood vessels could burst. I have not felt this sad and heartbroken since seeing TROS in theatres last December. Rey, Ben, Finn, Poe, Leia, Rose, everyone deserved better! I will continue to wait until that mess gets fixed and Reylo will reunite, whether Ben is in the World Between Worlds and escapes or Rey finds a way to travel there and get Ben out and they have their happy ending! 

I’ve been listening to certain songs on repeat after watching the season finale that sometimes make me think of Star Wars, including, “Siren” by Kat Krazy & Elkka, “Calls Me Home” by Shannon LaBrie, “Head Above Water” by Avril Lavigne, “You’ll Be In My Heart” by Phil Collins, “Love Exists” by Amy Lee, “How Does It Feel” by Avril Lavigne, “Pieces” by Rob Thomas, “Back Where I Belong” by Otto Knows & Avicii, “Stronger” by Kiesza, “He Lives In You” by Lebo M., “Bittersweet” by Within Temptation, “One X” by Three Days Grace, “Keep Holding On” by Avril Lavigne, “The Haunting (Somewhere In Time)” by Kamelot, “The Archer” by Taylor Swift, “Driving to Nowhere” by Finley, “Because I Miss You” by Jung Yong Hwa, “Homeless Heart” by Amanda Stott, “Still Have Me” by Demi Lovato, “When It’s All Over” by Raign, “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance, “Dreams On Fire” by A.R. Rahman & Suzanne and the Joseph William Morgan covers of “Let Go” by Frou Frou and “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper. 

What’s getting me through this emotional roller coaster until Season Three airs next year, aside from ao3 fics, especially the fix-it ones which I’m also crying while reading, fix-it or not, is the hope that Din and Grogu will reunite one day. Din Djarin promised and is a man of his word, after all. They have to be together again before the show inevitably ends. Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni, don’t screw up the best and healthiest parent-child relationship in Star Wars. They have suffered enough. They deserve to live in peace together, its what they deserve. Give them a happy ending, please. 

#the mandalorian #baby yoda #grogu #grogu djarin #din djarin #the mandalorion spoilers #star wars #emotional #sad #crying #sobbing #ugly crying #tros #post tros #reylo #reylo deserved better #save ben solo #the rise of skywalker #we love ben solo #BRING BEN SOLO BACK #ben solo deserved better #rey deserved better #music #Where words fail music speaks #music recommendation #MY HEART #reunite the dyad #pedro pascal #mandalorian spoilers #dyad

[corgi-apologist]

my brain won’t fucking turn off so here’s some 15x20 spec that kinda turned into extremely lazy fic. probably way off the mark about a bunch of stuff, but just in case i accidentally get some things right, i figured it’d be good to have it posted here.

so we get a hunter reunion sequence, donna, jody, charlie, the girls, garth, etc,. sam and eileen tearily reunite, dean smiles sadly at them and you just know he’s thinking about cas, yada yada

they try to carry on as normal, get some pie, listen to classic rock in the impala, but something’s changed. enough is enough. sam and dean look for and find a spell to summon the empty. it works.

dean demands cas back.

twist! cas isn’t in the empty at all, turns out one of the first things jack did after becoming god was get him out. the empty is so tired/deranged at this point that it just wants to go back to sleep, leave it alone pls.

dean is like ??? if he’s not in the empty, where the hell is he? he prays to cas and then to jack, doesn’t get an answer from either. very distraught. maybe he cries.

6 months later, yikes

sam and eileen are engaged, monster hunts are few and far in between, but sam and dean get a lead on something suss. it’s obvious dean’s heart isn’t really in it. barn scene.

they’re outnumbered, but they win by a hair. however, while fighting, dean is fatally wounded. sam is hysterical, holding dean as he dies like back in s3.

“it’s okay, sammy. you’re gonna be okay. you go on and marry eileen. name a kid after me. live that apple pie life. no more deals. promise me.” he starts coughing up blood.

“dean, no-”

“promise me, sam.”

sam reluctantly promises. dean dies.

he’s in the bunker kitchen. but it’s. brighter. feels cozier. it’s heaven. but he’s all alone. 

or is he!

“hello, dean. i came as soon as i heard.”

it can’t be. but it is! Misha Collins you lying bastard!

“cas, is it really you?” he practically tackles cas in a hug. it’s a long hug.

“dean, why are you here? it’s too early for you.”

“i could ask you the same thing, dumbass. you’ve been here the entire goddamn time?” says dean with tears in his eyes. (cry more repression boy!) he cradles cas’ face. (jensen, that wasn’t in the script!) he’s happy but understandably frustrated. “i prayed to you every day since you’ve been gone!”

“i know. i’m sorry, dean. i just assumed you’d stop. eventually.”

“were you ever going to come back?” 

they separate.

“the truth is, jack offered me the chance to return to you and sam. and i considered it. but angels have no place on earth anymore. i figured you might want to enjoy the planet that you’d just saved without.... angelic interference. plus, i fear i may have made things unbearably awkward between us, in regards to our last conversation.”

dean laughs without humor. “you dumb bastard,” he says under his breath. cas huffs.

“in, any case, i’ll send you back now.” he's about to put two fingers to dean’s forehead. dean rears back out of reach and grabs cas’ wrist.

“woah, woah, woah, you’re coming back with me, right?”

cas sighs. “dean, i can’t. heaven is still in need of my help. perhaps indefinitely. since jack took power, we’ve made progress, but. there is still much to be done. if i leave, the delicate structure of heaven could collapse and cause chaos.” or something, idk

“then i’ll stay.” says dean. he’s still holding cas’ wrist.

“what? dean. no. you can’t.”

“why not? i’m dead, aren’t i?”

“what about sam?”

“well, i’ll miss the kid like crazy, of course i will. but sam doesn’t need me to take care of him anymore. he hasn’t for a while. he’s got eileen, and the best damn hunters in the world behind him. they’ve got his back.”

“and what about your life?”

“cas, what life? in case you weren’t aware, the hunting scene ain’t what it used to be.”

“you don’t have to be a hunter.”

“i don’t know how to be anything else, man. you know that. i’ve been doing this since i was 4 years old, cas. consider it a well-deserved early retirement.”

“dean-”

“besides, the one thing i want,” says dean, getting close, looking at cas with intensity, “i’m not gonna find it down there.”

cas tilts his head. “the one thing you want?”

“you, cas. it’s always been you, for me.”

“...i have to assume you don’t mean that in a brotherly sense.”

“nah, man. only got one brother.”

and then they kiss?? it’s sweet. soft, chaste. lasts 3 seconds, which is plenty of time for the people watching at home to promptly pass away. (me)

“so how does this work then? you pop in here every now and then?”

“whenever you wish,” says cas with utmost sincerity.

dean smiles slightly. “in that case, think you can stay for a while?”

“for a while, yes.”

#destiel #spn

[harleenfleck]

“His darkest day”

Arthur Fleck x Reader Fic

Summary: You are with Arthur in a beauty relationship for a long time, you’re in love with him, remember warmly all those beautiful moments that lived together, until you see in your mailbox a terrible farewell and heartbreaker letter, causing you to run to save your Arthur.

Warning: Angst (looooooots and looooooots of angst), hurt/comfort, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm, and a little bit of fluff (Just a little).

Words: 3.4k

Notes: Well my clownies! Last night I had a really angst dream, becoming nightmare. I’m thinking about this strange dream, and my two neurons made synapsis and I said “Why not?”

So, this is my first fic in English for this fandom (And in general, omg). I want to say thank you to my two neurons, my weird mind for having that weird dreams and the Collins Translate for help me to translate some things I don’t how to write in English HAHAHAH

There will be some misspellings on purpose but cause it's something Arthur wrote.

I'm sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, English is not my native language, and I may translate this fic into my native language (Omg will be fun to do)

Hope you like!

...

Another long day came to the end.

You’re so tired, really was a long and heavy day in the work. But that does not really matter, because your mind was in another place. A happy place.

You’re in the subway, thinking about in the only human to whom your heart belonged. Arthur and you were dating for 1 year and 2 months, you knew him perfectly, and honestly, was the best year of their’s life’s.

You closed your eyes and your mind traveled to the day you and he met.

It was a little funny because that night you were dating another guy, which you thought might he will be a good couple. But things were not so, that idiot had leave you standing at the place of the date, in Pogo's Club.

Angry and disappointed,you feeling like a fool, the place was full of people, full of couples. You wanted to disappear. The owner of the club announced the list of comedians who would show that night. While you were drinking a glass of wine, you thought it best to leave the place, why keep humiliating yourself like that?

“H-hello” A shy voice you heard, you look up and see an emeralds eyes into a gentle face.

“Hello” You replied his greeting respectfully, and why not? smiled at him too.

The man seemed to be debating to tell something or not. In the end, he did, stuttering by the way. “I-I’m sorry, I-I just arrived here and all the tables are full, and I w-was wondering... I’m asking me if y-you don't mind, if...”

“Sit here? Of course not! you can sit with me”

He, more confident, took one chair and sat next to you. You looked at him well, looked at his curly hair, the shine on his eyes, his blue sweater, his hands, and again, you looked his face. You blushed a little when you realized he is was attractive. “Have you come here before?” You asked to him, and he took a little while to respond, because he didn't think you were really speaking him.

“Eh, yes, once a week” he responded, shy again, you smiled for that.

“Oh, I see. This is my first time here”

“Really? It’s a great place here”

“Well, I hope so, I want to have a good memory from this place. My date never came”

“What? Somebody stood you up?”

“Yes, a stupid idiot, but I don't want to talk about it, it makes me angry, better will be to enjoy the moment” Seeming to understand, he stopped asking questions about it. "My name is y/n" You introduced yourself, and he blinked. His gaze got confused, but in the end, he did what you did." Arthur, my name is Arthur"

You smiled at him again, you looked at a notebook was in his hands. "What is that?"

“Oh, it is, it's a journal, I use to make annotations and observations... It's just..." Grieving, he wasn't so sure to complete the sentence, fearing it would be ridiculous "…I want to be a comedian, and I need to learn things…"

He bowed his head, waiting for a rejection from you.

But that was so interesting to you the fact he studied whatever was necessary for his training. You found it fascinating the way he prepared for his dream.

"Seriously? That's great!”

He raised his head, a little incredulous, were your words really true?

"Do you really think that?"

“Yeah! I mean, there are people who are getting ready, but you're putting dedication! And that must be recognized"

Arthur was surprised, it was the first time he told anyone about his dream and they didn't laugh or mock it. Hours passed, even though the stand-up shows ended, you two kept talking about a lot of things, until almost the owners of Pogo's kicked him and you out there.

Definitely the best thing that could happen to you was to be stood up.

It didn't take long for you two to start dating, you had to be the one on the initiative because you knew Arthur could be very shy, but that something you understood perfectly. He didn't used to relate with others because when he did, he got rejection, taunts and punches.

You learned everything from him, even the smallest details, the little scar on the top of his lips, the scent of his hair, his favorite cigarette brand, his dark yellow jacket, his little cards.

You learned his weaknesses, his strengths. His scars in his soul. You learned his illnesses, his condition, his medication.

Anyone would have advised you "No, with him no y/n, just look at him, he goes to psychiatrist, he was locked on Arkham, he uses seven different medications, that relationship will be difficult and problematic for both, more for you" and you would have completely ignored it.

It was something you already knew, something Arthur actually warned you at the beginning of the relationship "I don't want you to feel obligated to be with me, I know I'm a mess, and I don't want you to carry my demons".

But everyone deserves to be loved, Arthur should not be the exception to that rule.

And you love him, and you were willing to give him all the love he deserved and needed.

You blinked and returned to the present, the subway reached your destination. You went down and walked a couple of blocks to get to your apartment.

While you were arriving in your mailbox, you were thinking of making a call to Arthur, he should have gotten home in that hour. Days earlier, you noticed him down and depressed. You knew that's what he meant when Arthur warned you about him. But you were by his side, supporting him. You couldn't change it, you couldn't fix it, you couldn't do better, it would be amazing if it was that easy, if your love fixed all his problems, but it wasn't so.

When you opened the mailbox there was only one letter. You didn't pay much attention; you took it and closed the mailbox.

Once in your apartment, you dropped your bag on the couch and took off your jacket, you headed to the phone and called Arthur, on the other side he was just on standby. He didn't answer the phone. "Maybe it hasn't home" you thought, and you worried for a moment.

Arthur was so helpless, the wicked people of Gotham used to take advantage of that and attack him. Many times, you've had to heal his lesions. You're afraid that was the case.

You wanted to distract yourself from that terrible thought, so you looked at the white letter and realized that letter was from his. It had your name written, you recognized his handwriting.

You opened it instantly, and you regretted not to open it before.

“My dearest, y/n

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry to hurt you…

You're the most amasing and purest perzon I’ve eber met, I don't know why you were with me, I don't know why you did it, maybe I'll neber know, you're beautiful, you're special

And I’m really sorry to tell you in thiz letter

But I can't do it anymore, my dear, I can't do it anymore. So much darknes inside me, so many negative thoughts. I'm tryin to fight all that awful feelings, I tried to just think of you, cause you're the only one who bringz me peace and love.

You're my one and only one, y/n

But I can't, I can't fight with the pain. My only exit is to give up.

Forgive me for makin you know in this letter, it's so cowardly, but I don't want you to find any other way and hurt you more...

What the fuck am I sayin? Shit, I'm really sorry, my y/n

Please don't stop libing for me, don't let this stop you. I love you, and whereber I am, I'll take care of you, I'll alwayz take care of you. I promise.

Arthur”

You got paralyzed, you were in shock. Tears came out of your eyes and ran down your cheeks.

It couldn't be possible.

"No... Arthur no..."

You ran to the phone back, typed the keys and waited for me to response it. Silence again.

“No, no, no, no, Arthur no, you can’t!”

And to your mind came the worst thought you could have. Maybe he wasn't responding because he wasn't here anymore, maybe he wasn't responding because he was gone.

“NO!”

You took your bag and ran away.

You ran down the stairs and left your building. You got to the bus stop, and fortunately it was coming. You got on the bus and sat down. crying in front of people, and they were staring at you. Judging you. Feel pity for you.

You still had the letter in your hand, you read it, looking for something, anything damned that told you something, that made sense. The pain in your chest is agonizing.

You thought about the last days of him and you together, looking for some sign that would warn you about what he was going to do. Some sign that said “I'm going to commit suicide”.

Crying, you only remembered that he was sad, you remembered that you hugged him for hours, stroking his hair and giving him small kisses on different parts of his face. You remember when he had a laugh attack you took his hand, hugged him again, and told him everything was going to be okay.

Really you wanted to promise.

You thought you should have done more; you should have made him understand that you'd always be with him. You should have told him more you loved him.

"Shit, no, please don't" you cried again on the bus, you were so afraid.

Stay with me Arthur, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me. It was the only thing you could think.

After an eternal trip, the bus arrived at that stop bus you knew so well. "STOP THE BUS! STOP THE BUS!" You screamed hysterically; people turn over to see you again. The bus stopped and you only can say “Thanks” and get off the bus so quickly.

You ran and ran and ran to those that eternal stairs. You remembered how funny It was to Arthur that you couldn't climb them fast, that you always got tired before you got to the top, and how much you envied him for putting up with all that workout.

Every memory was as if a knife stuck your heart in.

This time you had to tell your body that it shouldn't stop, no matter if you hadn’t a physical condition, you shouldn't have stopped. You ran up, with all the energy you had.

Stay with me Artie, don’t leave me, please don’t leave Art, don’t leave

It was the only thing you could think of, the only thing that gave you hope, it must have been alive, it still had to be. You stumbled and fall, hurting your knee. No, it wasn't time to check your own injuries, you had to get to Arthur, you had to save him.

You got up and went back up the stairs until you reached the end. You ran again to the address of his building. You looked at the building from afar, the lights in his apartment were on. Could that mean a good thing?

You walked into his building, and you got the idea again that you had to run into the stairs, you couldn't risk using the junk elevator in his building.

In that elevator that when stopped Arthur and you took advantage to give himself long and charming kisses.

Please Arthur, don’t leave me

You went up the stairs until you got to the eighth floor. You ran to his apartment door.

And you stopped abruptly.

A cold shiver you felt, paralyzed. That torment was so horrible. You were afraid to come in, you were afraid to open the door and find Arthur lifeless.

As soon as you thought about it, you wanted to die with him, you didn't want to see his dead body, you didn't want to be at his funeral, crying in his coffin, you didn't want to bury him in a cemetery.

He are your whole life; he are the love you always dreamed. You didn't want to lose him.

With more fear than you could stand, you took the doorknob and turned it. You pushed the door slowly and you came in the same way, you were so afraid to find his body.

There was nothing in the living room, there was nothing in the kitchen either, or at least what you could get to see from the kitchen. You looked down the hall, empty.

He'd probably be in his room or in the bathroom. And you didn't have the courage to get to the room or the bathroom.

You looked down and, on the floor, you found his jacket. Your feelings were overflowing in your eyes. Seeing his jacket on the floor for you was the meaning he was already gone. You crouched down and took her jacket, hugged it, it had his scent.

Everything was so quiet, everything around you was clouded. Everything stopped makes sense. You cried with sorrow. You felt lonely, so lonely. Your heart broke.

And in the midst of your crying, you moaned his name.

“Arthur”.

You were hoping that just saying his name, give you the strength you needed in that moment.

You hugged his jacket harder. You didn't want to live without him, you didn't want to do all your plans without him. You felted you are nothing without him.

“y/n?”

Your breathing was cut into a deep drowning and you regained the air your lungs needed. And somehow, your soul returned to your body.

He was there. He was still there.

The voice came from the room, without thinking and while hugging his jacket, you went there.

You walked to him, and you saw him.

Arthur was sitting there, sitting on his bed, without his shirt, his eyes were swollen, and you could see a few small cuts on his wrists. Your heart broke again, but you tried to hold on.

“What are you doing here?” He asks so confusedly and fearful.

“What you think?”

And you couldn't hold it anymore. You went to him and you hugged him. He hugged you tight, too. You both cried.

"I’m so sorry, y/n" Arthur cried "It wasn't my intention, it wasn't my intention to worry you"

“Art…”

You couldn't even talk. And as weird as it was heard, you were happy, happy that you could hug him one more time.

You looked at him and without losing the opportunity, you kissed him deeply. He needed love at the time, he really needed it, and you'd give it to him.

“Art, sorry”

“What? Why?”

“I'm sorry if I haven't shown you all my love. Arthur, I was so scared, I was so afraid to lose you…"

You couldn't help crying in front of him. Just moments ago, you thought he wouldn't be with you anymore, that still hurt, even when he was in front of you. And Arthur couldn't help feel so guilty when he saw you cry.

“Please forgive me, y/n, forgive me…” Feeling embarrassed, Arthur tried to explain himself “I couldn't stop feeling bad, I couldn't. I just wanted to stop feeling so bad. I'm sorry if you're worried, y/n, I’m sorry”

And without his body warning him, his condition came afloat. You knew that when those attacks happened, he needed you more than ever. You cuddled his hair, gently put his face between your neck and your shoulder. He laughed for a long time; it was the first time he laughed too long with you. You waited patiently, caressing his back.

“I…I tried" He was finally able to talk "I made me a few cuts... But I thought of you, I thought of us, and I couldn't go on..." You felt his warm tears fall on your neck, and yours came out of your eyes again "I didn't know if I kept going, I couldn't after I thought of you. And you came, y/n. You came here and saved me…”.

He raised his head a little and saw you in your eyes again. "If you're angry with me, I understand. If you want to leave me, that's fine, you don't have to stay with me, not after I put you through on this”

You gasped. You couldn't believe what Arthur was telling you.

“Art, what the fuck are you...? No! I'm not leaving you for this "

“But y/n, I don't... Just look at me, I'm a fucking mess. I worried you, I made you cry, you don't deserve this, I definitely don't deserve you"

You took his face with both hands and looked him in his eyes. "Arthur, I wouldn't be angry with you for this, I'm not going to leave you too. Stop believing in that”

“But y/n”

“But nothing, Arthur… I love you; I really love you…”

“Y-y-you, are you sure y/n? are you sure about…?”

“Yes, Arthur, you know I take love seriously; I'll take ours seriously too"

A couple of tears fell from Arthur's eyes, he looked down again "Do you really love me? Even when I'm a... A freak?”

Arthur looked at the wounds on his wrists. Did you really love him despite that?

“My darling, you’re not a freak. I love every part of you, even those that others consider bad”

Arthur felt he was going to die of love. He hugged you back. "I’m sorry y/n"

"I forgive you, my Arthur. I'll always be with you, never doubt that"

As he hugged you, Arthur felt safe, felt like he was in home. Only you could make him feel that way. He had been so alone in his life that as a result of that attempt to attack his own life he feared losing the only good thing he had left: you.

You went to the bathroom for a medicine cabinet, you healed those cuts that he made himself.

“y/n?” Arthur asked, still embarrassed.

“Yes, darling?” You responded calmly.

“C-can you stay with me tonight?”

You couldn't help smile at him

"Of course I do, my Artie" And you saw him smile. The smile that melted your heart. You took off your shoes and uncomfortable clothes, staying in your underwear. Arthur asked about the injury to your knee, you told him it was an accident at the work, you didn't want to make him feel bad. And oddly enough you started to feel your body tired and hurt after running all over Gotham.

Both went into bed, you hugged him and he hugged you again, and returned to give him little kisses all over his face. “y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too”

Both smiled, you kiss his lips, kissing him deeply again. You still kissing his face until he could sleep.

You knew it was going to be hard, you'd been warned, but with Arthur you weren't going to give up, you weren't going to leave him alone.

You remembered that everyone deserved to be loved, even him. You would love him, despite the difficulties, even though he might fall into pieces from time to time, you would always be there for him, to heal his wounds, to help him get up, to love him in his darkest days.

#Joker #Joker 2019 #joker fandom #joker fanfiction #arthur x reader #Arthur x you #Angst #Hurt/comfort #love #Joker 2019 fanfic #Artie #omg this is my first fanfic in english #I'm so proud to translate it #maybe gonna translate to my mother tought

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Second Chances - Epilogue 2

Cruel World, I’m Gone

Warnings: None! 

Word Count: 1800

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This epilogue has kids between reader and Arthur - if you want no kids, read version 1 here

You stand in the barn, dropping your big bay breton mare’s hoof. You named her Ruby after Rain’s mother, and she’s as big, brave and gentle as Artemis was, but looks nothing like her. She snorts lazily as you pat her neck. 

Laura runs in, holding a small yellow flower she must have picked from the garden. 

“Mommy, look!” she says, smiling. You bend down and take the flower from her, smiling. 

“Awe, isn’t that pretty?” You slide the flower behind her ear and she smiles at you. She has her father’s eyes. 

When the gang fell apart and Hamish died, you both decided to head out west where you belonged. Arthur wanted to live as far south as Tumbleweed, but you never liked it down there. Too hot, too dry. Not enough green. When he asked where you wanted to live, you said Big Valley and he agreed. 

When you arrived in the valley, Arthur found a nice property in the trees with the meadow in sight. He surprised you when he said he wanted to build you a house from scratch. You’d been hearing about some premade houses to buy and suggested them instead, stating it could be built before winter came. Arthur hated the idea and said he wanted to build you a home. You told him that if it was what he wanted, he could do it.

A big problem faced you though, and that was that you both had very little money. You only had what was in your satchel, a few hundred dollars. Arthur recalled the money stashed in Blackwater from before the gang fled there. He had an idea where to find it, so one night you both snuck into town. Arthur found a small chest in the cemetery in a hollow tree by a gravestone marked “Greta Van der Linde”. The chest had $50,000 in it. Never again would you have to worry about money. 

Arthur wanted to stay in Blackwater that night to buy some tools and oxen. However, you ended up getting quite sick that night, vomiting multiple times. You thought you just had a stomach virus, but the nausea persisted for a few days. Along with that, you noticed a few other changes. You became tired easily, your breasts were beginning to swell and your lower abdomen was tender. After three days of you being sick to your stomach, Arthur took you to the doctor. 

After inspecting you, the doctor announced you were pregnant. You couldn’t believe him, after all he was the same doctor who told you that you couldn’t have children. He explained to you and Arthur that infertility was something very hard to detect and he simply assumed it based on the fact that James constantly tried to have them with you and failed. He that you might never have gotten pregnant before due to high levels of stress or that perhaps it had been James who was infertile. Arthur was pale-faced and silent the entire time the doctor spoke. 

When you got back to the hotel to pack up your things, he pulled you into a hug and cried. He couldn’t believe his luck, but he was so happy that you were pregnant. He realized that building a home, which could take years, wouldn’t be the best idea, not when you only had nine months. So he bought a premade home and had the lumber delivered to your Pine Crest, your home. 

A few days later, in the town of Strawberry, you got married. It was easily one of the best days of your life, even though the wedding was very simple. Only a few people were there to witness it. One of them was Charlotte. She cried when you told her you were pregnant. 

Charles was there too. Word had gotten to him about the gang’s fate and he returned to bury those who died. He expected to bury you and Arthur, but when he could find no trace of your bodies, he believed you to be alive and headed west where he was sure you’d be. He’s the only gang member you’ve heard from since. He told you John, Abigail, Jack and Sadie made it, which you and Arthur are thankful for. 

“When’s papa coming home?” Laura asks as you put the grooming tools away.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon, sweetie. He always comes home.” 

“Carson says the fence is broke.” 

Carson is a hand on your little ranch. A few days after your wedding, Arthur hired a few hands from Strawberry to help build the house and a barn for Buell. The morgan you’d stolen died from colic, so Arthur bought you Ruby and a gorgeous blood bay thoroughbred stallion named Jake. 

Carson was one of the hands he hired and Arthur found out he was an orphan. His parents had been killed during the Strawberry massacre earlier that same year when an outlaw was freed from prison and shot his parents all over a pair of pistols. Arthur felt sorry for him, probably because he felt guilty for being involved in the massacre, so he built a small one-room cabin just off the property for Carson to live in. 

Carson also had a yellow lab named Lily. She was his only companion after his parents died. Arthur loved her and you knew he wanted his own dog, so for his birthday the following year, you bought him a mountain dog puppy named Timber. Arthur and that dog became inseparable instantly. 

You remember fondly when your belly began to swell, easily observed through your clothes. Arthur was always protective of you, but he became almost a nuisance afterwards. He hardly let you lift anything that was more than 10 pounds or stand for long periods of time. You insisted you were okay, but he wouldn’t hear it.

It was obvious why Arthur was so protective. He was scared he’d lose you and the baby just like he’d lost Isaac and Eliza. You recall the sweet look he had when he first felt the baby move in your belly. He’d been laying down with you, his hand on your stomach when you both felt a thump inside you. He kissed your stomach so tenderly. After that, he’d sit you down multiple times a week just to talk to your belly. 

When you were 8 months pregnant, he never left the house, afraid you might fall or hurt yourself. He constantly made you sit down and asked you if you hurt anywhere. He’d been a nuisance before but he became a downright pest during the last month. You frequently reassured him you were fine. 

One night though, you were woken by labor pains. You’d had a few false ones before that, but these ones were more intense. Arthur sent Carson to get the doctor while he stayed with you, putting damp towels on your head and letting you try to break his hand. Six hours later, Laura was born. After the doctor cleaned her up and handed her to you, Arthur couldn’t take his eyes from her. You handed her to him and he began to cry. You did too when he said “Hello Laura. I’m your daddy.” 

Laura walks over to Ruby and the big horse dips her head to sniff her. Laura loves all the horses on your little ranch, but she loves Ruby the best. From outside, you hear the sound of a horse approaching. A few seconds later, Arthur walks in with a big smile, Buell’s reins in his hand, Timber following them with his tail wagging. 

“Daddy!” Laura cries, running over to him. 

He bends down with his arms open and picks her up, hugging her. 

“How’s my little squirrel?” he says. She leans away from him and smiles, taking his hat off his head. She slides the yellow flower from her hair and tucks it into the rope before putting his hat back on his head. “Awe, it’s perfect now,” he says. 

“You kept Buell’s braids in,” she says, eyeing Buell. His mane’s braided up. 

“Of course, I couldn’t remove your incredible work.” 

Laura smiles and puts her head on his shoulder. Arthur looks at you and walks over. 

“How was your hunting trip with Charles?” you ask, your hands on your hips as you smile at him. 

“Oh, just fine. Here, I gotta say hi to mama.” He puts Laura down and folds his arms around you, kissing your lips. You both laugh when you hear Laura pretend to gag. 

“Mr. Collins, Mr. Collins!” Carson bursts in. “That coyote’s back, scaring the chickens!” 

Arthur looks at Carson and lets you go, complaining about greedy coyotes as he follows Carson out. 

It was Arthur’s idea to change your aliases. You wanted to keep the name Tacitus Kilgore because it was easy for you to remember, but Arthur said it was likely associated with Dutch by now. He suggested the name William Arthur Collins. It made it easy if you called him Arthur in front of strangers. You changed your name to Y/F/N Alice Collins. 

“Are the chickens gonna get hurt?” Laura asks. 

“No, sweetie. Papa will take care of them. Come on, we gotta get dinner going.” 

You scoop her up with a little difficulty and go inside to start cooking dinner while Arthur chases the coyote off. He comes inside after a few moments, explaining Carson’s fixing the chickens’ fence.

“I got a surprise for you two,” he says, placing his satchel and his hat on the table. Laura runs over and squeals in delight when he hands her a stuffed squirrel toy. “A squirrel for my squirrel,” he says. She hugs his leg and then runs off to plop against Timber, who’s laying down near the table. 

Arthur smiles and approaches you, holding something behind his back. “Here’s your surprise.”

He hands you a familiar book. You tear up when you read the name “Fire Bringer”. You lost your copy when the gang fell apart, after you lost everything else too. You wanted to get a new copy, but it was a hard book to find. 

“Thank you,” you say. He smiles and kisses you. When you stretch back down, you look at him. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you too,” you say. He smiles at you, waiting. You grab his hand and place it on your stomach. His brows furrow for a second and then lift as he realizes what it means. 

“You’re… again?” he whispers. 

You nod and he smiles the biggest he’s done since he first walked in. He pulls you into a hug. “I don’t deserve none of you, but thank you for this, sweetheart.” 

“Oh shush, Arthur Morgan. You deserve all this and even more. I love you.” 

The End

**Thank you all so much for going on this journey with me. It breaks my heart to end this fic, but it has been such an amazing ride. I would never have gotten far without all the encouragement I’ve received. I cannot express my gratitude in words, but I’m still amazed at how this led me to meet so many amazing people and the friendships I’ve made because of this fic that was inspired by the incredible game Red Dead Redemption 2. Thank you all so much!**

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur x female reader #arthur morgan x female #R* Games #rockstar games #Van Der Linde Gang #I'm awkward #second chances

[thekriseffect]

An Artless Smile (Liam x MC)

[Note: All this Royal Heir business is making me feel extra cheesy lately. I love the concept of MC starting a family, I love the lightheartedness of it, and I love that I have more Liam content to go off of! I missed this series way too much. So naturally I had to write a fic centered around this theme. They’re just too cute not to.]

[Summary: Halfway through her third trimester, Freya is feeling the effects of her pregnancy.]

[Song Inspiration: Where’s My Love- SYML.]

It’s difficult to do anything remotely exciting when you’re eight months pregnant. The highlights of my days, when not stuck dealing with overly theatrical political exchanges, are pretending to go into labor when I’m feeling particularly bored and walking the palace grounds. No, not walking. Waddling. Walking was abandoned long ago when I lost sight of my own feet. Waddling is now my short-term way of traveling. But lately my legs have decided that functioning all together is impractical and that lounging in bed is a far better pastime. So now my highlights have evolved into binging as many shows as possible and seeing how many marshmallows I can fit into my mouth at one time. The answer is six, in case anyone was wondering.

I won’t say that being pregnant is one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had. I’ll think it all I want, but I won’t actually voice it out loud. After all, it is my primary purpose in being Queen of Cordonia. To provide heirs for the throne to strengthen the line of succession… or so that’s what they love to tell me. I should feel honored, I’m Liam’s personal babymaker. Yay, me.

It’s not that I hate pregnancy necessarily, it’s just that I didn’t expect it to be this hard.

I hurts in places I didn’t even realize could hurt. Back aches, pelvic pain, swollen feet, all from a tiny human being no bigger than a soccer ball. There’s stubborn tension in my neck and shoulders that refuses to go away no matter how hard I try. I guess carrying an extra thirty pounds around does that to a person.

My hormones are out of control. One minute I’m so thoroughly happy that I could hug anything in sight and in the next I’m contemplating how difficult it would be to claw someone’s eyes out with my nails. Not that difficult, I’ve decided.

I miss my mother, Wendy Lin. The woman who abandoned me even before I knew what the word abandonment meant. The woman who didn’t think I mattered enough to stick around. The woman who preferred her independence over raising her one and only child. I’m surrounded by fine furnishings in a breathtaking country with people who love me, who need me, and all I can think about is someone who never wanted me in the first place. What would she say if she saw me now? Would she be proud of me? Would she even care?

My body doesn’t particularly enjoy being pregnant, so in retaliation it likes to convince me that I’m on the verge of dying regularly. My feet hurt first thing in the morning? Death. A blemish appears on my cheek while I was sleeping? Definitely fatal. One boob is growing larger than the other? I expect plum hued floral arrangements at my funeral. Due to this I tend to dramatize most situations. Sometimes it’s unintentional, slipping out when least expected, and other times I enjoy doing it just to see if I can get away with it. I think it’s kind of funny. Liam? Not so much.

But most of all I’m scared. I want this to work. I want to be everything that my husband and Cordonia needs. Liam insists that I have nothing to worry about, that I’ve always been enough, but most of the time I’m not convinced. I want to be a good queen, a good wife, a great mom, but I’m just not sure how. How can you be good at something that’s geared to wear you down?

It’s a thought that likes to cling to the back of my mind like sap. It’s constantly there and sticks to everything. And it’s the thing that’s currently causing my face to scrunch up like I’ve swallowed a particularly sour lemon when Liam walks into our room.

I’m laying in our bed with a wall of pillows barricading me from the outside world, watching Pride & Prejudice on repeat. I tend to doze off at certain parts so my logic is to keep watching it until I’ve see all the parts I’ve missed. Mr. Collin’s face invades the screen when I scoot myself up into a sitting position, my back pressed against the frames headboard.

I’m watching Liam silently as he circles around the room, unbuttoning his coat and slinging it across the back of the mahogany desk chair, removing his vest followed by loosening his overly expensive cufflinks. It’s become a routine; me witnessing him transform from King Liam, polished and beloved ruler of Cordonia, to Liam, my adorably dorky husband, every night.

He shrugs out of his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and firm stomach and I let out a low whistle, causing his head to snap up in my direction.

“Hot,” I say while wiggling my eyebrows suggestively at him. A dazzling smile brightens his face when his gaze meets mine and my breath catches in my throat. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way Liam looks at me. Once, a long time ago, it terrified me that someone could look at me with so much need. So much admiration. It still scares me, even now, but in an elevated, peppy sort of way. One that makes my lips quirk up and my heart rate skyrocket. I never thought I’d deserve a look like that. I never thought I’d deserve him.

Liam walks over to the bed to press his lips chastely to mine. The mattress dips as he leans over me. “They missed you at dinner,” he says as he pulls back slightly to look at me.

I blow a rogue hair away from my face. In a fit of hormonal rage I’d chopped off most of my locks until they sat in messy strands atop my head, much to Bertrand’s horror. “You look like the top of a mop head,” he’d told me. Most days it refused to sit flat no matter how hard the royal stylist tried. And she tried very hard. I didn’t care. I liked the wild look it gave me. I liked how every “reputable attire” was ruined by my spontaneity.

“I got tired of people talking to my belly button,” I tell him while picking at an invisible hangnail. “I don’t know who decided that it’s a cute thing to do but it really isn’t.”

After discarding something onto our ridiculously gaudy dresser, he crosses the room to crawl up the foot of the bed, his arms braced on either side of me, supporting his weight, as he skims his mouth up my swollen stomach. I shiver.

“Your beautiful mother doesn’t like the attention you draw to her,” Liam says into my abdomen, his warm lips brushing against my skin with each word. It’s distracting and causes scandalous images of him sated and spent beneath me to flash into my mind. Sweat clinging to his powerful frame, blue eyes hooded with desire, smooth chest heaving heavily, handsome face tensed in the best way. He should be naked. Why isn’t he naked? Why do I have to resemble a giant hippo?

Liam meets my eyes then, giving me a teasing look and I comb my fingers through his hair, untidying it. I tug gently in retaliation. Wiseass.

“Well it’s cute when you do it,” I mumble, and it’s the truth. I love how much he’s enjoying all of this. I love how his look alleviates whenever he sees me. I love how boyish and carefree and happy he is. It makes it all worth it, every moment.

His smirk broadens as he kisses the stretch of bare skin fondly. “How are you feeling today, my love?”

I consider his question for a moment. “Like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.” Liam blinks at me wordlessly and I almost laugh at the lost expression on his face. “Like an oversized grape,” I try again. “I’m beyond ready for her to be out.”

“Her?”

I hum. “I’ve decided it’s a girl.”

“And why’s that?” Liam asks, resting his chin on my belly to give me that intense look.

“It’s the universe’s way of getting payback,” I explain while tracing my fingers over his face. Brushing over his eyebrow, painting down his stubbled cheek, thumbing against his lips. “I’m not the world’s… easiest person.”

“No?” Amusement dances in his gaze.

“Shockingly. So what better way to get even than force me to deal with a miniature version of myself.”

Liam kisses the inside of my wrist, digits fiddling with the wedding band around my finger, before dragging his mouth along my forearm. “I don’t see that as payback. I happen to like how you are.”

I snort. “How comforting.”

“Does this mean that she will also look like you?”

I freeze. My hand stills its journey over his temple as I wordlessly assess him. He meets my look curiously, pale hair curling endearingly over his forehead and I have to resist the urge to reach up and dishevel it further. Usually so put together, it’s rare to see him this disorderly which makes me love it even more. I twist the rebellious piece between my fingertips and tug it down so it reaches the bridge of his nose. He smiles shyly up at me. “No. She’ll look like you,” I tell him. I’d want our daughter to be beautiful like you.

He presses his nose into my skin and I shift forward, coaxing his face closer to mine when there’s a sudden kick to my ribs. A nervous twitch. A tumbling motion. I yelp, looking down. Liam laughs.

“Someone’s feeling spirited. I wonder where she gets that from,” he beams as he places both hands over my stomach while my belly twitches, smoothing across my ribs and down to my hips.

“She couldn’t be cooperative for just a few seconds longer?” I grumble which makes him laugh again and I can’t help but return his grin.

I’ve noticed that Liam has two kinds of smiles. There’s the one he presents to the public. The one he purposefully uses to emphasis his charming persona, to sway the hearts of hundreds of strangers. To solidify unions and craft agreements. It’s the one he practices the most, regrettably. And then there’s the smile that bleeds too much joy to be anything but genuine. That opens him up like a book, all his thoughts bare and out on display. The one that feels like a gift when you receive it. One that makes you feel so undeniably important.

In this moment I know the one that slips onto his face does so without any restraint from him. It’s too real, too content, to be a creation of The King Liam. It’s just the man I love, feeling the movements of his baby and smiling.

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Milestones (Part Three)

Description: It’s your and Jensen’s Wedding Day. 

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Genevieve Padalecki, Jared Padalecki, Your Best Friend Abby, Danneel Ackles, Justice Ackles, Arrow Ackles, Zeppelin Ackles, Alan Ackles, Donna Ackles, Misha Collins. 

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: PURE FLUFF.

Word Count: 2031

A/N: Part three for @dean-winchesters-bacon! I know I said soon, well soon ended up being tonight lmao. (Also, thank you for this surprise fic art from @time-travel-bouqet, it’s beautiful and fits perfectly!)Thank you @the-is13 for betaing this for me. I appreciate it so much omg. 

PART ONE , PART TWO

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MASTERLIST / JENSEN ACKLES MASTERLIST

“Breathe, Y/N,” Genevieve pleaded with you as she fussed with your hair.

Abby, your best friend, piped up from behind you as she zipped your dress, “Yeah, breathe chick. Everything is going to be fine. Jensen is going to lose it when he,” you could feel her hook the top of the zipper together and then step beside you, “sees you in this.”  

You let out a nervous chuckle as you tried peaking a view in the mirror around Gen, but her short stature in heels still somehow blocked your view. “I know guys, it’s just, this is a huge step. We’ve been together for years but today makes things different.”

Gen smiled as she left your hair alone, placing her hands on your arms to comfort you. “I know hun. I was the same way with Jare. But, Abby is right. Jensen is going to lose it when he sees you.” She stepped to your side opposite the one Abby was standing on, letting you finally see yourself in the mirror.

You softly gasped. Was that really you? You stared at yourself, dumbfounded at how the girl in the mirror looked. Her Y/E/C eye’s emphasized to a piercing hue by eyeshadow and eyeliner. Her plump, pink lips glossed over. Her Y/E/C, longer than usual thanks to extensions, cascaded down her front in loose curls over her soft blue wedding dress. The dress clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating all the parts of her body that Jensen loved.

But her was you.

You looked between Gen and Abby, “How… How did you guys do this?”

Gen giggled, “We didn’t do anything but enhance your natural beauty.”

You rolled your eyes towards her, “Well, I would never be able to do this to myself.” You turned and hugged her, then your best friend, “Thank you guys. For everything, especially doing this,” you said as you motioned towards yourself, “since I didn’t want a whole makeup team.”

Abby shrugged, “Even if you did, I wouldn’t have let them touch you.”

The three of you chuckled as a knock rapped on the door. “Y’all decent? Can I come in?”

Gen walked towards the door, still chuckling, “Come in, babe.”

Jared stepped through the bridal suites threshold, giving Gen a quick kiss. “You look beautiful, babe.” He turned towards you, as his eyes grew wide, “Wow, Y/N. Jensen, Jensen is going to lose it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Everyone keeps saying that.”

He came towards you, enveloping you in a strong and warm hug, “Well, we’re right.” He looked towards Abby, “Y’all look great.”

“Thanks Jared.” She glanced towards the closed door and asked, “How’s the groom?”

Jared smiled, “Excited and nervous.” He laid a hand on your arm, “He’s ready to make you Mrs. Ackles, that’s for sure.”

You bit at your lip, forgetting about the gloss, “I’m ready to be Mrs. Ackles.”

Jared did a silent cheer, throwing fists into the air and causing you all to erupt into giggles. He walked towards the door, “I’ll go back to the groom so we can get things started!”

Abby walked around you, checking over your hair and makeup one last time before she placed her hands on your arms like both Jared and Gen had in the last ten minutes. She rubbed your arms softly, “I’m so happy for you, Y/N. You finally found your prince charming.” You nodded as she started to tear up, “you deserve this, to be happy, after everything you’ve been through,” the dam broke, “That’s all I ever wanted for you hun, you deserve all the happiness in the world, and then some.” She hugged you tightly and continued to cry, only to pull back and have Gen blot her face to save some of her makeup.

You playfully smacked her arm as you blotted at the tears that fell on your face, “You’re going to make me ruin the masterpiece you created!”

“Don’t worry, I can fix anything that may be messed up.” She chuckled as he checked her face in the mirror, “But, there’s a reason why I used waterproof mascara.”

Another knock came at the door, “Abby, Gen, we’re lining up now.”

Gen hugged you softly, “You going to be okay, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Yeah Gen, see ya in a few.”

The girls grabbed their bouquets, leaving yours on a chair by the door, as you walked towards the mirror to look over yourself again.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed your hands over your dress and then walked towards the door to grab your bouquet. You cracked the door, peeking out to see if the wedding party had begun walking down the aisle yet. But, the owner of the small church walked towards your room, blocking your view.

“Y/N. You can line up at the door now, everyone is up front.”

You opened the door slowly before walking out into the hallway. As you stopped in front of the grand, black doors that separated you from the ceremony, the owner of the church fixed your dress behind you. You mouthed ‘thank you’ towards her before you could hear a muffled Here Comes the Bride on the other side of the door.

The owner steps up beside you, “The doors will open on three and then you can begin walking, okay?”

You nodded and took one final breath as she counted to three on her fingers in front of you.

Light flooded your eyes as the doors opened slowly. As your eyes grew accustomed to the sensory overload, they darted down towards the front of the church and landed on Jensen. A large smile crept across your face as you watched your soon-to-be husband. He wrung his hands at his chest as he bit his lip in excitement.

Your eyes never left each other as you made your way towards him. As you approached, you turned towards Abby, handing her your bouquet before she straightened out your dress.

Turning back towards Jensen, your hands slipped into his as he stared down at you in adoration. “You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”

Before you could respond, the pastor began the ceremony. You vaguely registered what he said, saying the vows he asked you to say when prompted, but your attention was mainly focused on Jensen. The way his emerald-green eyes sparkled as he looked at you, how his hands squeezed yours periodically with excitement, and how the tip of his tongue laid across his bottom lip occasionally.

Before you knew it, the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride.”

Jensen’s hands cupped your cheeks softly before his lips came crashing down against yours. As he pulled away, you chuckled at the gloss stuck to his own lips before Abby patted you on the shoulder and handed you your bouquet. You nodded towards her in thanks before you and Jensen ran up the aisle.

You both ran until you stopped in the private room you were going to be meeting with your guests before your reception. Jensen picked you up and spun you around the room, causing you to giggle, before he kissed you once more. “Y/N, my god.” He set you down, taking one hand into his before twirling you slowly, “You look, breathtaking.”

You looked down towards your dress, “Yeah? Thank Gen and Abby, only they could do this.”

Jensen shook his head,  “No, you always look beautiful. But, now? Being Mrs. Ackles makes you even more beautiful.”

You hit his shoulder playfully, “You’re too cheesy, Jay.”

He chuckled as he rubbed his arm dramatically, “I know,” he pick you up again, “You love it though.” His lips connected with yours again, softer this time but with no less passion, before he set you down. “I’m never going to get tired of calling you Mrs. Y/N Ackles though.” You placed another small kiss on his lips before guests started to filter into the room.

You both mingled for a short period of time before you were pulled away to be taken to your reception venue.

As you both sat in the limousine, Jensen squeezed your hand, “Mrs. Y/N Ackles. Mm!” You looked towards him, a goofy smile plastered across his face, “Music to my ears.”

You shook your head and laughed as the limousine pulled up to Jensen’s family Lake House. His mother and father had went above and beyond, decorating the trees and patio with fairy lights, setting the tables with orchids and candles, and lining a huge buffet table with food.

You and Jensen walked into the house, hand in hand, to find Alan and Donna.

Alan rounded the corner from the kitchen, a large plate of food in hand, before he stopped and grinned, “Hey you two!” He craned his head back towards the kitchen as he yelled, “Donna! They’re here!”

You heard a squeal from the kitchen before Donna burst out of the door and wrapped you in a warm hug. She stepped back as she ogled over your dress, “Oh, Y/N. You were so beautiful, you are so beautiful.” She turned towards Jensen, kissing him on the cheek, “Hi honey.” She lowered her voice and stepped closer to you both, “Go out and steal some food before everyone else arrives.”

Jensen chuckled, “Alright, mom.” He stepped away and called over his shoulder, “I’ll grab you something too, sweetheart.”

“Okay, babe.” You turned back towards Donna, “Thank you so much, for all of this. It looks amazing outside.”

She waved you off, “It was nothing dear. Afterall, we just want the best for you and Jense.”

“We appreciate your hospitality and offering to put all this on for us,” you said blushing slightly. “I wish my parents were here to help you out but..-“

She cut you off, “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. You’re family now. We take care of family.”  

Jensen rushed back in with a plate and a half full of food, “People are starting to pull up outside, we gotta hide, sweetheart.”

You both walked to the back of the house, sneaking into the master bedroom, before guests saw you. You both grazed slowly as you waited for the guests to filter in and be seated. When you both heard music begin to play and the DJ talk into the mic, announcing the wedding party, you both stopped eating and made your way slowly out the door.

“And, finally. The moment you’ve all been waiting for,” the DJ peered into the house, waiting for a go ahead from Donna. She rushed towards you both, lightly pushing you towards the door as the DJ announced, “Mr. and Mrs. Jensen Ackles!”

Jensen took your hand before you both walked out onto the patio, raising your hands above your heads as he cheered, “Yeah!”

Your guests, made up of: Jared, Gen, Misha, Vicki, Abby, Daneel, her husband; Mike, Justice, Arrow, Zeppelin, Alan, Donna, and a small splattering of other close family members and friends of both yours and Jensen’s began chanting, “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”

You cheeks turned a deep crimson as Jensen grabbed your waist and dipped you before kissing you. The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers.

As Jensen helped you stand back up, the DJ voice filtered through speakers set up around the patio, “Okay guys. It’s time for the couple’s first dance. They’re dedicating this dance to Y/N’s late parents, dancing to their first dance song, Stand by Me.”

As you and Jensen came together, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music, tears started to fall down your face slowly as you danced. Jensen brushed a tear away before kissing your forehead and pulling you closer to him. You swayed in a tight embrace as the loss of your parents hit you hard.

It was the worst, not having them finally see you be happy and experience this day with you. But you knew they were here, in some way, watching over you.

Jensen whispered into your ear as you both continued to dance, “I love you, Mrs. Y/N Ackles.”

“And I love you, Mr. Jensen Ackles.”

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Complementary (Collins x OC) Chapter 36: Bed

Summary: A doctor’s appointment later and it’s confirmed: the Collins are expecting a new member of the family. Genevieve is excited but her hormones have been telling her otherwise.

AN: Thank you all for being patient over this series. This chapter and the rest of them are gonna be hella long. Mostly because I don’t want to say goodbye to this series but I wanna give the details Genevieve and Jack deserve. This is one of the interactive fics so if you wanna explore more of the pregnancy stuff, inbox me!

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Jack awoke to a clatter and a scuffling from downstairs. His arm patted the space beside him and discovered it was empty. While his bed was warmly enticing, his curiosity and desire to see his wife safe and sound overruled and he grappled with the sheets to free himself. Feet stepping into slippers, arms tugging on a robe and knotting it in place, Jack trudged out of the room, down the steps, to investigate the noises.

From the entrance of the kitchen, he spied Genevieve by the fridge. She too was wearing her robe over her pyjamas. One arm was cradling a bowl and the other was a blur as she stuffed something into her mouth with gusto. With a sigh, Jack stepped into the kitchen.

“Love, why are you up?”

Genevieve looked up without alarm at her husband and said, “I got hungry.” Then she licked the back of the spoon, “I forgot how much I loved this pudding.”

“Ginny, it’s half three,” Jack rubbed one eye with a sleeve-covered hand.

Shrugging, she spoke around the spoon, “You can go back to bed. I’m not stopping you.”

Sighing again, Jack stepped forwards, his slippers slapping against the tiles, “Come on, you can eat your trifle in the morning.”

“It is the morning though.” Genevieve ate another spoonful as he touched the arm that coddled the bowl of trifle. Seeing Jack’s exhausted expression, she put reluctantly back her food in the fridge. A muttered thanks and a kiss on her temple guided her back upstairs to bed where she suddenly felt the full effect of being awake at three in the AM.

“Baby’s a hungry lil’ bad word, giving me cravings at this time of night,” She rubbed her hand over the slight bump as she scolded it. Adoringly, Jack placed his hand atop hers and squeezed before he helped her up the stairs.

“She’s gonna be a big girl,” He said with pride.

Genevieve frowned with confusion, “She?”

“Yeah, I bet Farrier that it’s gonna be a girl.”

“… What did you bet?”

Opening the bedroom door, Jack went a little red as he felt the weight of his words, “We kinda have to name our baby after him if it’s a boy.”

“Jack!”

“It’s not the end of the world! Fifty-fifty chance!”

It took a while for Genevieve to get comfortable in the bed again, wriggling under the covers and flipping the pillow to cool her neck. Then she made her commentary on her husband’s life choices, “I guess Edward isn’t the worst name ever.”

Jack shifted onto his side, facing her as her eyes drooped shut. He leant in and kissed her softly before whispering, “Happy one year.”

A little giddy on sleep deprivation, Genevieve joyfully remembered their reunion in her old flat, the scrubbed clean countertop he lifted her onto, the whisk she’d forgotten to pick up off the floor until the morning after, the bed so they had wrapped themselves in each other’s arms to fit onto it.

She teased in the tone of a Southern Belle, “Oh Jack, kiss me like you did when we were reunited!”

“In a few hours, maybe,” He raised his brows without opening his eyes. Not content with this, Genevieve kissed him again. Luckily Jack was all for going back on his word. His hand lazily pushed upward to touch her cheek then sliding onto her tummy to graze the skin with his knuckles. Humming, Genevieve tried not to flinch away from his ticklish touch until she was satisfied with her bedtime kiss, pushing Jack onto his back so she could lean over him. They shared a giggle, though they did not break the kiss, and they wouldn’t fall asleep for another ten minutes, ending with a cuddle built around Genevieve’s comfort.

Their anniversary blended with falling leaves and bad weather. Not that the couple minded. Genevieve slept through half of it while Jack went to work. When he returned to an indoor picnic by the fire, pillows and warmth surrounding them, they spent their evening loving on each other with kisses, sandwiches, and an early night.

The late night cravings only increased but it meant that Genevieve could make a dent in decorating the nursery. However Christmas arrived sooner than anticipated and before they knew it, Genevieve and Jack were staying over Christmas Eve at the Hastings’ farm, sleeping in Genevieve’s old room which Jack was enthralled to see. Like a child in a sweet shop, he spun around in the box room and fell onto the bed. Then he leapt up again and explored the chest of toys, the boxes under the bed, the wardrobe. The latter was where he found the best part of the visit: Genevieve’s old clothes.

“Look at your little dresses!” He squeaked, holding up one she wore as a six year old, “And these dungarees! Our baby could borrow them!” Genevieve watched from her seat on the bed, endeared by this little spectacle. Especially when he found her baby shoes, paired off in a dusty box.

Starting to look a little more convex, Genevieve found herself wanting to sit or sleep more than usual. Her leg was not straining as much as it had done but it still caused a tad more than her average baseline of pain. Her cane was annoyingly becoming a necessity for her movement. At least it gave her an excuse at least to get out of being fawned over by her sister.

“You’re positively glowing!” Lilly had said upon greeting Genevieve, to which she had responded: “no, that’s just sweat and acne”.

Bluntness aside, Genevieve spent a majority of her time on the sofa with James on the floor in front of her, showing off all his presents to her. Aside from when they were alone, Jack was rather quiet during their stay. His voice’s volume dropped drastically as soon as they stepped out of the bedroom, even more so when he played with James. Very carefully did he phrase his words, as if he were being stalked by Genevieve’s parents for the duration of his visit. The only time he really made an appearance was when the presents were being unwrapped. A majority of them were baby clothes; he elatedly played with the tiny socks and measured the clothes over the bump while James giggled hysterically in the background.

“Baby’s got a bit more growing to go. Keep ‘em cooking, love.”

“At least there’s a baby in here. What’s your excuse?” 

“Apple pie.”

They left just as James was heard asking Lilly where the baby came from. A hasty escape to the crazy Collins’ house was something Genevieve was grateful for. The only thing she wasn’t prepared for was Cora in the throngs of her Christmas organising frenzy. Silence took over the car but she was fine with this break as was Jack. It gave him ample opportunity to hold his wife’s hand without a watchful parent in the corner. As if a hand holding would do anything more than what they had already done. She was already pregnant for Christ’s sake.

Switching off the engine, Jack looked at her. His eyes strayed back to the bump then her lower lip, parted from the top as she bit the inside of her mouth, a nervous habit. He leant over, kissed her cheek, drew away with a red face after admitting his guilty pleasure, “You look so adorable when you worry, really are glowing.”

Genevieve’s eyes squinted at him, but her smile betrayed her as she told him, “Shut up.”

Her slow exit from the car, and Jack’s subsequent assistance in helping her out, gave the opportunity to kiss him in return. It only lasted a moment for Cora flung open the front door and sprang upon the couple with a bear hug. How she managed to wrap her arms around them both, neither knew, but the hug was pleasant enough before being swept into the house for another dinner, after Jack ferried in presents of course.

Jack’s father was enamoured with the presents Genevieve had already received. His thick hands carefully pawed over the outfits with the twinkle of a grandfather-to-be in his eye. He only stopped staring at it when he went to look over the family photo album, his eyes misty with mirth. Genevieve happily revisited the album, in tears well before it was revealed that a photo of herself, Jack, Ethel, Toby, and Karen playing cricket that October gone was pasted on the latest page. It took a minute for her to calm herself enough to say “thank you” coherently and she accepted her own bowl of pudding graciously – and with more tears. It was an understatement to say the still implemented rationing had been tough on them all so to receive an entire bowl of pudding to oneself was a godsend.

Farrier was about for a couple of hours. His puppy Westley came too, his brown fur wiggling between all these new people then sticking his butt down beside Genevieve. Obliging to his silent request, she scratched the German Shepherd between the ears. With a disgusting jumper on, Farrier sat next to Genevieve as she cuddled into the dozing Jack’s arm, bowl in her lap.

“Jack told you ‘bout the bet then?” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to follow through if it is a boy.”

“What happens if they’re a girl, what are the stakes?” Genevieve asked.

“Lifetime of babysitting,” Jack piped up from under the paper crown that acted as a sleeping mask.

“I mean we’ll probably rope you into it anyway, so don’t worry about it,” Genevieve shrugged and, when Farrier made to protest, she leant against his arm instead with fluttering eyelashes. He silenced himself, taking a sip of his mulled wine, then allowed himself to be taken in too by the tiny socks from Ethel.

Once that bowl full was in her belly, Genevieve ate some leftovers then immediately fell asleep. As bedtime approached, Jack found her, snoring a little, on his old bed. His tattered teddy snuggled in the crook of her arm, her new pyjamas that Jack had gifted her that morning just loose enough on her figure to be comfortable for her and the baby. He teetered on the edge of the bed and embraced his wife, falling into slumber almost as quickly as she had done.

Winter rolled into spring without severe illness. Genevieve’s tummy ballooned up between doctor’s appointments. Her penultimate meeting was a little tense since she had been experiencing a lot of pain on the underside of her belly. The entire trek from the car to the waiting room then to the office, Jack held her hand and whispered comforting words to ground her. Tummy measured, listened to, temperature taken, nothing came from the doctor.

“Is the baby ok?” She finally asked. Her voice was so soft that the doctor didn’t register it. Jack repeated it, still holding her hand with his chin lifted up from beside hers.

“Heartbeat is steady, growth is fine,” The doctor washed his hands, “Your baby is perfectly healthy.”

When he didn’t say anything else, Genevieve prompted him, “And the pain?”

“Normal.”

Of course, Genevieve pushed for more than that and a deeper explanation of the pain, Jack doing the same, but there was nothing (apparently) that the doctor could do. The appointment closed without providing the security they were hoping for.

The car ride home, Genevieve played with a soft blanket she’d found in a charity shop on the way back. Its corners were frayed but it was so comforting with its gentle touch.

In meantime, Jack was brainstorming what else to do with the day. It was only five. There was time to do something else, something to take their minds off things. Nothing spectacular, something free, an activity that wouldn’t cause Genevieve too much pain, there weren’t many options for them. Then the perfect idea sprung into his mind as he pulled on the car’s brake

“Do you wanna go out?”

“Yeah, please.”

A pleasant evening in the back garden of the Collins’ household, Genevieve was lying on her back on a picnic blanket, reading aloud “The Great Gatsby” to Jack who was curled up at her side. Dresses were no longer an option for Genevieve so she opted for wider trousers. The lower section of her shirt buttons and her trousers were undone, exposed the swollen stomach for Jack to rub the new blanket across, tracing the stretch marks. In turn, she lightly scratched her nails back and forth across the back of his head with idleness. His hair was a little too long, a haircut overdue. Her other hand being occupied with the novel; her cane lay in the grass above her head, out of sight and mind.

“‘There was music from my neighbour's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars’... Love, that tickles.”

Looking down at her swollen belly, Jack stopped moving the corner of the blanket, resting it there on her skin instead, “Sorry, Ginny.” He smiled innocently.

Genevieve smiled back knowingly before continuing: “‘At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor−boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On weekends his Rolls’ – ah!”

She gasped, her book dropping beside her. Jack shot up, his hand still cupping his belly. They exchanged a look of surprise.

“You felt that?” Jack whispered. On cue, a small kick came from underneath her skin, delivered right to Jack’s right palm, and he squealed, “The baby!”

Pressing his lips against the skin, he spoke excitedly to the bump, “Hey baby, it’s me, your da! Can you hear me?” Another kick made Genevieve groan then giggle.

“Hey, sweetie,” Jack rested his chin there so the baby could feel as well as hear him talk, “You’re kicking again, it’s been a while! Don’t worry, you’ll be out soon. Just another couple o’ months and I’ll be able to hold you. You’re gonna love it and you’re gonna love your ma.”

Between trying not to cry at Jack’s baby voice and staring pointedly at her stomach, Genevieve said,  “Baby, I love you too. But can you let me keep reading to your da?”The baby seemed to understand and stopped kicking her so she sallied forth: “Thank you, baby. ‘On weekends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight’ – ow… ‘while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains.’ Oh!”

“Our baby’s gonna be a boxer,” Jack cooed, rolling another kiss onto the skin to soothe the kicking from the outside.

“Can she practise when she’s out of me?” Genevieve winced, “I love her but it’s rather difficult to concentrate.”

“So you DO think it’s a girl?”

 She scowled in jest at her husband before continuing with her read-through:

“‘And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing−brushes and hammers  and garden−shears, repairing the ravages of the night before. Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York every Monday…’ God, I really want some orange juice.”

The baby kicked again.

“She agrees. She needs her strength.” Genevieve gave into Jack’s daughter conspiracy. He helped her to stand, and bundled up the rug while Genevieve buttoned up her trousers and made her way back to the house. Once the rug was packed away, Jack helped her upstairs.

Genevieve swerved left with new energy (on slow release) to get to the nursery. It looked mildly sparse. Unfortunately, decorating was placed on hold due to Genevieve’s lack of employment. Funds instead went to the mortgage that was almost crippling. Handmade bedding, old toys and second hand furniture were what they made do with and Genevieve regularly assured Jack that it all added to the rural theme of their home.

“Plus, the baby won’t know about that kind of thing for six months at least,” was her final attempt at reassurance - for herself as well as Jack. If she could, she would give the world to her baby. But the world was shite and the baby deserved more.

Looking about the room with tired looking wallpaper, Genevieve searched for where to put the blanket. Finally she hobbled over to the crib and tucked it in, smoothing out a ripple satisfied. Jack kissed her cheek, hugging her carefully from behind with his hands finding the baby bump again like a ­­­­­key to a lock.

Back into their bedroom, Jack waited patiently for Genevieve to get changed. Today seemed like a good day, in his opinion at least, but he wanted to make sure in case -

“Jack? Would you mind?”

“Of course,” and he was already down on one knee, untying one of her shoe’s laces. Eased each one off, he peeled off her socks too while Genevieve changed her top half, freeing her skin with unrestrained relief. Her sighs were abruptly cut off with a groan. Her shirt was clutched to her chest and her back curved.

“It’s fine,” She took caution as she stood up and pulled on her nightgown, stretching it over her belly, “Just hurts.”

Watching as she stepped out of her trousers, Jack left her clothes on the chair tucked in the corner. It took him extensively less effort and pain to change into his pyjamas. With his free time, he sat next to Genevieve, waiting for her to look at him before he spoke.

“I’m so proud of you.” 

It was a triggering sentence. Genevieve’s eyes instantly grew teary. A hand began cradling her head, and Jack squeezed her shoulder, kissing her forehead before looking down at the bump, “And we can’t wait to meet you, baby.”

“Thanks… Kinda want that orange juice now please.”

Letting loose a high-pitched giggle, Jack nodded, “Grab you some now.”

On the way down, he decided to brew himself some tea. He could always trade with Genevieve if she changed her mind and wanted his drink instead. As the water boiled, he opened the can, poured it out in full. Then he sped through making his own beverage for he didn’t want to keep his wife waiting.

Genevieve was passed out with the book on her tummy, the spine of the paperback novel bent. Her tags – his old ones – were on the bedside table, her wedding ring also on the link for it wouldn’t fit on her finger anymore. Taking a sip from his tea, Jack placed her glass adjacent to her tags. Then he removed the book from her tummy to let it join the others on the bedside table. He was pleased that she had gotten to sleep so quickly; he prayed that he would be able to do the same.

Not that slumber ever lasted long these days. Waking up to a heat she was not comfortable with, Genevieve winced and turned her head to face the window. One eye barely cracked open. It was dark so she had the excuse to not get up just yet. With a long exhale, she closed her eyes properly and tried to force herself into sleep so she wouldn’t spiral into self doubt again or wake up Jack.

“Hey, baby.”

Damn, caught out already. She sighed again. Oh well, maybe it was time to get up. But just as she went to reply to this term of endearment, she heard Jack speak again.

“It’s ok, just your da here.”

Oh.

“Catching up. You were giving your ma some grief today. I promise I’ll get your aunts and uncle to give you lessons on self-defence lessons if you tone it down. Your ma deserves a rest.”

He shifted beside her and soon Jack had his cheek flattened against the skin, “You know, I reckon you’re gonna like going to the park. It’s where I took your ma for our first date. I hadn’t seen her in five years but she was more beautiful than ever. We were cloud-gazing and making out in the rain – I’m getting this in now because you can’t protest about it – and another time we went on the swings. You’ll like the swings too. Sure, you’ll have to grow a bit of course before you can use them on your own but you can sit in my lap. I’ll be gentle with the swinging and then when you’re older I can push you. You’re gonna have so much fun, I promise.”

Such an image stuck in Genevieve’s head, the baby without any defined features but she could hear laughter from them both and it made her sniff sharply to match the sting in her eyes.

Pressing a kiss down, Jack moved onto another topic, “Your ma wants to call you Daisy, after the character in the book she was reading us. But if you ask me, Daisy is a bit of an arse leading Gatsby on when Nick’s a perfectly good partner for him and she forgets she’s got a baby too… And honestly Daisy’s a name you give to a cow, not a bonny babe.”

Genevieve snorted loudly at that. He thought he was hilarious, he did.

“Eavesdropping, Ginny?”

Then she remembered she was meant to be asleep.

She cracked open an eye and landed her gaze on Jack, smiling in the dark. “Now don’t pretend you don’t talk to her too. I heard you and her the other night in the bathroom.”

Flushing at the memory of her brushing her teeth and talking about other potential names to the bump’s reflection, Genevieve made effort to face him better and the tears that had brewed in her eyes spilled down her temples into the pillow she was lying on.

“Ginny, why are you crying?” Jack asked, even though he knew why. Mood swings, with the last experience being when Genevieve became hysterical over the wallpaper of the nursery, yelled at Jack for suggesting something else, and then refused to let him accept her multiple apologies.

Genevieve took a shuddering breath in then spoke, “You’re gonna upstage me, be such a good dad.” And while this started off as a joke, it soon faded into seriousness as she asked Jack, “Am I gonna be a good mum?” Before he could reply, she added, “It keeps me up at night. Always thinking about it.” Jack was horrified to think that his wife was kept awake, plagued with trite doubts, when he was so certain of her talents.

“No, no, you’re gonna be the most amazing mum,” He wriggled up to her side.

Genevieve sniffled, wiping her nose in the duvet and pushing it away in disgust, “You’re just saying that because you love me.”

“How dare you? I’m completely unbiased.” The speed and monotonous horror with which Jack defended himself set Genevieve off in half sobs half snorts. She smothered them in the snotty blankets, more tears slipping out. Jack shuffled closer still, his nose a few inches from Genevieve’s shoulder, “Will you let me hold you again?”

“No, it’s too hot.”

“Ok.” Only rubbing his thumb on her belly now, Jack dropped his voice to a whisper so that the baby couldn’t hear their parent chat, “You know I worry that I don’t provide for you, I just feel a bit helpless, here while you’re carrying our baby. But you always tell me otherwise, and I trust your judgement.”

Genevieve sniffled, ready to defend him from his doubts, “You aren’t helpless. You gave me a back rub the other day. You shared your tea with me a lot.”

“Exactly, and you trust my judgement too?”

“Of course.”

“Then trust me when I say you’re gonna be alright.” Jack kissed her cheek, his lips smudging away the last tear that fell. “We’re going to be alright. And Baby agrees,” he added as another kick thumped against her tummy and his thumb.

“Baby doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Genevieve grumbled, tapping the bump as if she was scolding the child.

“Sure she does,” Jack protested gently, peering down at the bump with a smile that he could just contain behind his lips, “She’s gonna be a superhero like her Ma.”

Ever the voice of reason, he advised that they should get another few hours in. He lightly patted the baby bump then rolled over and fell asleep on the instant. During that time, Genevieve had changed her mind about the cuddling but, so that she wouldn’t disturb Jack, she focused on getting off to sleep. That way, tomorrow they could cuddle as much as they liked.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Always There For You- Part 5

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins

Word Count: 1,608

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, it’s all a little mixed

Summary: Now that everyone knows about you and your condition, it’s time to talk about how you are able to move forward and how everyone can help you. You love that they care for you like this but you hate feeling suffocated and that’s exactly how Jensen, Jared, and Misha make you feel. You’re sick of it.

Author’s Note: This is the fifth part of a commissioned fic for a very lovely anon! This is a short series lasting 6 parts and I hope you all like it as much as I loved writing it! This is about POTS or Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome so if this is a trigger, then don’t read this. This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are mine.

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“So, knowing what we know, how can we help moving forward?” Jared asked, looking at you, Jensen and Misha who were in Jensen’s trailer. You sighed, rubbing your fingers on your forehead because you were growing tired of this. All you wanted was to act, sleep, and occasionally go out with your boyfriend without having to worry about your stupid condition.

“We make sure we always have water and food for her. If we see signs of lightheadedness, we make sure she lies down and one of us should always be with her in case she does have an episode and we can catch her if she falls.” Jensen said, thinking of ways to help you.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not in the room.” You snapped, feeling a little bit bad for snapping at them but not enough to stop doing it.

“Sorry, babe.” Jensen frowned a bit, rubbing his hand on your back.

“Anything else we’re missing?” Misha asked.

“Okay, seriously, guys, stop. I don’t want this to change anything. I’m fine and I’m going to be fine.” You said, standing up. You stood up too quickly and got dizzy which Jensen seemed to notice. He got up and helped you steady yourself before you gently pushed him off you.

“Y/N, this is serious. You could get seriously hurt if you don’t let us help you. We won’t hover around you but you have to let us help.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just tired.” You sighed.

“That’s fine. Why don’t you go take a nap and I’ll wake you when they need you on set?” Jensen smiled.

“Thank you.” You gave your boyfriend a kiss before saying goodbye to Jared and Misha. You let Jensen walk you to your trailer. “Thanks, Jensen.”

“What are boyfriends for?” He joked.

“I’m serious. I don’t deserve someone like you.” You smiled and he brought you closer to him.

“I’m the lucky one.” He whispered before capturing your lips with his. You smiled in the kiss, letting it last a few more seconds before pulling away.

“Okay, I really have to get some sleep.” You chuckled. Jenson nodded and closed your trailer door after you entered the place. You immediately went to bed, thankful you had such amazing people in your life.

“Here, take your medicine.” Jensen said when you got a few minutes for a break while the cast and crew set up the next scene.

“Jensen,” You sighed.

“Don’t do that. You have to take it. Come on.” Jensen handed you your pill bottle and you grabbed it, opening it and taking out a pill. You looked up and noticed him watching you like a hawk.

“I’m not ten, Jensen, you don’t have to watch me.” You subtly rolled your eyes as you tossed back the pill.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Jensen scratched the back of his neck and took the pill bottle when you were done. It wasn’t even a full day since you woke up from your much-needed nap and already, you were feeling suffocated. You were sure Jensen, Jared, and Misha didn’t mean it but that’s what it felt like.

“Here, drink some water.” Misha said, shoving a water bottle in your hand. You glared at him but did anyway since you were thirsty.

“Misha, I am not a child, you don’t need to do this for me.” You sighed, putting the water down on the snacks table. Both Jensen and Misha have been up your ass, trying to see if you were okay and giving you water and snacks and you were grateful but they were testing your nerves and you were about to go off on them if they didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry, I noticed you were a bit shaky. You okay? Do you need to lie down?”

“Misha, stop, I am fine. If I need to lie down, I will lie down.” You said, facing him fully. He nodded and put his hands up in defense before walking back to set to finish his scene with Jared and Jensen. You sighed and took a seat, watching your best friends become different people. You loved them so much but sometimes, they could be a royal pain in the ass.

“And… action!” The director yelled.

“What is this place?” You asked in character, looking around the set that was supposed to be for the “other world”. In this scene, you, Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Jack all go into the other world since Mary is still there and you needed to get her back.

“This is the place we were telling you about. There are all kinds of monsters here so be careful.” Sam said, walking the path.

“Yeah, the angles here are not so nice like you and Cas. They will kill you if given the chance. All we need is my mom and we’re out of here.” Dean replied, adjusting his backpack.

“Right, just get Mary and then we can go.” You repeated and walked past the camera.

“And cut! Great job everyone!” The bell sounded and you took off your character’s jacket since it was hot with it on. You walked over to the coat rack the set provided and hung it up, turning around to get something to eat. However, when you did that, you got lightheaded and swayed a little bit. You put a hand to your head to get it to stop but you felt your brother’s hand on your back, ready to help you.

“Are you okay? Do you need some water? Some food? Jensen, get some water and crackers for her. Come on, let’s sit down.” Jared said, trying to bring you to your chair but you have had enough. All week, you were being watched like a little child, taken care of as if you couldn’t do it yourself, always surrounded by Jensen, Jared or Misha and you were sick of it. They were treating you differently because before they knew about this, they wouldn’t act like this around you.

“Stop! Jared, just stop! You guys said you wouldn’t hover around me but this is exactly what you’re doing. I’m fine! I’ve been fine these past few months without your help!” You blew up, making everyone stop and stare at you. Jared cautiously moved away from you, staring at you with wide eyes.

“I can take my medicine on my own without you getting up my ass about it!” You yelled at Jensen.

“I can eat and drink on my own without you babysitting me!” You yelled at Misha.

“And I can certainly take care of myself! I don’t need you guys! Just leave me alone!” You yelled at Jared before storming off. You ignored their calls to you, even the director’s. You walked past your trailer since you knew they would go their first and walked so far off set, you didn’t know where you were.

You got tears in your eyes from their lack of trust in you. You could do these things on your own just fine and they can’t seem to understand that. You hated that you yelled at them and felt bad immediately afterwards but you felt so suffocated and they didn’t seem to get that.

You hated that you ever got diagnosed with this stupid disease. You hated that you ever told Misha about it. You hated that anyone ever found out because now, they would never treat you the same. All you wanted was for things to go back to normal and you were afraid that you were never going to get that.

After a few hours of being by yourself, you knew you had to go and apologize to everyone you yelled at. You sighed and got up, making your way back to set. It took a while but you saw your trailer with its lights on. You frowned, not knowing who was in there and why.

You knew it wasn’t someone bad because Clif would never let that happen so you didn’t worry too much about it. You opened the door and was shocked at what you found.

Jensen, Jared and Misha were inside with balloons, flowers and some cupcakes. Your heart quenched at their actions and you knew you had to apologize before you started crying.

“Guys, I’m so sorry for yelling at you, you didn’t deserve it.” You bit your lip in sadness.

“Actually, we did. We’re sorry for not giving you the space you need. We were just worried about you and we took it a step too far.” Jensen said, fiddling with the balloons in his hands.

“Yeah, we never meant for you to feel like that.” Misha added.

“You’re my baby sister and I’m supposed to take care of you. I just forget that sometimes you don’t need me.” Jared said.

“I do need you. I need all of you. I just didn’t want things to change and everything was changing and you guys were treating me differently. I’m not different. I’m still the same girl before I was diagnosed. I can take care of myself.” You sighed.

“We know you can. Which is why we got you these. We really are sorry.” Misha said, motioning to the balloons, flowers and cupcakes.

“I love you guys.” You said, walking to them and bringing all three of them into a hug. They laughed and hugged you back, finally letting you take things into your own hands. That night, you all ate and had a good time, not once talking about your condition. You loved everyone here and was so lucky you found them when you did.

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[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ��

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#urwarriorangelswritingchallenge

[valcain]

reunion // rent

so i’m posting this with to basically test the waters, this is the first ever mark/roger fic i’ve written and i reallly want to know what people think re: characterisation, how i write them, whether its good or bad and why...im just looking for constructive criticism here. so have at it and i hope yall enjoy

Mark straightens the tie again. Stares into the mirror. 'Are you sure it's not crooked?'

Roger rolls his eyes. 'I'm sure.' His fingers are at Mark's neck again for a moment, smoothing the material down, then he steps away. 'It's fine.' 'Right.' Mark watches as Roger turns his attention back to his own tie, folding it with surprising ease. 'How did I let you talk me into this again?' 'Look, we only have to stay half an hour, tops. Open bar, horse divorce -' 'I wish Collins had never -' 'And then we can go home and you can never see these people ever again.' 'See that's what I thought when I graduated. You remember graduation? That ceremony where you stand in front of everyone and smile real wide because you know you're never going to have to see those fucks ever again?' 'I remember.' Roger tugs his jacket a little, flattening out some crease or other. 'I got high with Mike behind the school before the ceremony.' 'I almost tripped on the top step.' 'Almost.' Roger claps him on the shoulder. 'But didn't.' 'What is that, a proverb?' 'Probably. You ready to go?' Mark rubs his hand over the back of his neck. 'Yeah.' 'Alright.' Roger steps a little closer; kisses his cheek. 'You know, if you really don't want to, we don't have to. I just-' 'Yeah, I know.' It’s weird being on the receiving end of this. But if Mark going to his high school reunion is at all similar to Roger leaving the apartment, that means his attendance is probably going to be a good thing in the long run. He hadn't expected Roger of all people to be the one to push him into this - but here they are. Suited up and raring to go. 'Alright. C'mon.' + They hold the reunion in the biggest hall his school has to offer, the assembly hall, and as soon as he sets foot inside it all Mark can think about is that feeling he used to get after lunch, when he was filing in for the twenty minutes of bullshit they'd feed him about school spirit and community and whatever assemblies were about. Now Roger is at his side, his knuckles brushing against Mark's every so often in that way that seems accidental but isn't. Reassuring him. Mark catches his hand, twists their pinkies together and then releases it. He makes his way down the stairs to the front of the room where already several old classmates have gathered. His only high school girlfriend for example - changed and unchanged as these things always go - all those kids he lived his whole life with and then promptly abandoned with glee as soon as he could. Thank God I don't live here anymore. He glances at Roger, and repeats the sentiment again. Thank god. For so many reasons. 'Mark?' Roger is already smirking, Mark turns around, trying not to grimace. 'Alicia, hey.' 'Wow!' she hugs him - something he was not expecting - and pulls back, smiling. 'It's been so long! I can't believe it, you look so... so... grown up!' He smiles a little at that. Alicia hadn't been too bad, they had media together and she always had spare pencils. Now she looks pretty content, if weary. 'How've you been?' Mark asks. He knows the drill. 'Yeah, good! Let's see... when was the last time I saw you?' Graduation, Mark thinks. 'I can't remember,' he says, and Alicia nods. 'Me neither. Must have been a while ago, huh! Well to summarize, studying medicine and married three years ago!' She pulls out her wallet, shows him a smiling baby. 'Dylan. Seven months. So, how about you? And who's -' she turns to Roger for the first time, still smiling. 'God, I'm sorry, so rude! I didn't introduce myself or anything - I'm Alicia. Mark and I used to have media together.' 'Hey.' Roger shakes her hand, looking for the first time as though it's occurred to him why people hate these things. And it's only Alicia. It's all downhill from here. Mark raises his eyebrows at Roger, who ignores him, which means Mark is right. 'I'm Roger.' 'Roger! Nice to meet you.' Alicia looks between the two of them, smiling - but it's a little - 'So how do you two know each other?'     'We're roommates,' Mark says. He and Roger had agreed before that going any further in depth than that might be too much for Scarsdale to handle, and they weren't here to start a Pride Parade. It was still a bit of a bummer seeing Alicia relax, just a fraction. He could imagine her wiping her brow like, phew, they're not gay! Fuck that. He takes Roger's hand and tries not to notice the amused expression his boyfriend is giving him. Alicia clears her throat. 'Well, great seeing you, Mark!' She leaves. Mark drops Roger's hand and turns to face him. 'Couldn't even last one, huh?' 'Shut up.' Roger snickers. 'C'mon. Let's get wasted.' They make their way to the bar where Mark crosses paths with Eric, a kid he used to be pretty close with for a while, and who is now working in finances apparently. 'How about you?' Eric asks, 'what are you doing?' 'Making films,' Mark replies, steeling himself for what comes next. The real reason Roger wanted him to come today. 'Oh? Anything I'd have seen?' Mark shrugs. 'Today 4 you?' he says as calmly as possible, and then watches as Eric puts the dots together. 'Wow - that was your film?' 'Yep.' 'That won something didn't it? At the -' 'Yeah.' 'Wow. Wow! Congratulations!' 'Thank you.' Eric is smiling now, he claps Mark on the shoulder. 'All that filming paid off, huh?' 'Guess so.' God, Mark wants to leave. He gives himself twenty more seconds nodding and half-smiling at Eric's praise before excusing both him and Roger, and moving into a more private corner. 'Well?' he says when they're alone. 'Can we go now?' Roger huffs. 'Really? He was impressed, Mark. Seriously. What do you have against people complimenting your work? Your work, I might add, you slaved over for almost two years? You deserve a bit of praise.' 'The money from the festival was all the praise I needed.' 'Sure, Cohen.' 'How long have we been here?' 'Fifteen minutes.' Mark sighs. 'Alright. Fifteen more minutes. Then we're leaving.' 'Deal.' Roger grabs Mark's tie and tugs him closer. 'You are so hard to be nice to.' 'I try.' They end up talking to three more people; a girl called Xantya, and two guys Michael and Alexander. He didn't know Xantya or Alexander well, but he and Michael used to get paired together a lot, their last names next to each other on the roll, so for a while they were known around school as 'Mike and Mark.' Michael seems genuinely impressed by the film's reward, going so far as to explain he'd lost a friend to AIDS a few years ago, and that it was great to see similar stories on the big screen. 'I think it's really important,' he says, and Mark leaves that conversation with his cheeks flushed, more pleased than he thought he'd be from the praise. Roger, having succeeded in his goal, is perfectly happy to be dragged from the school back to their car. He doesn't say anything until they're back home, and then before he can get it out Mark turns to him and claps a hand across his mouth. 'Yeah, you smug bastard, it was nice.' Roger grins against his palm, then licks it, and Mark jerks his hand back. 'Asshole.' 'Best boyfriend ever.' 'You're such a dick.' 'Aw, babe.' Mark pins against Roger against the counter, bracing his hands on either side of Roger's hips. He sighs. 'Thank you.' 'You're welcome.' 'Now.' Mark leans a little closer, bringing his lips close enough to brush Rogers, and grins. 'Now.' 'You promised me something.' 'I did?' 'You did.' 'Hm.' Roger does his best to look confused while not taking his eyes off Mark's mouth. 'Doesn't sound like me.' 'You're right it doesn't.' 'I-' 'Roger.' Mark presses forward a little bit and Roger's breath hitches. 'Shut up.'

#marker rent #mark x roger #rent #rent musical #roger x mark #idfk what to tag this #idfk what this Is #im putting it on ao3 too so. cool

[wellhellsbelles]

Que Será Será, Part II

i got over excited and couldn’t help but post the second part. and yes, there will be one more part after this because i decided it’d be better if i split the grand finale of the fic into two separate parts. the last part will be the perspective of our dear riley :)

anyway, enjoy!

ao3 link found here.

//

Farkle is twenty-four, going on twenty-five, and his whole world, this existence he’s procured for himself, is getting ready to shatter.

He’s never been one to pace around his house anxiously, but he’s also never been waiting to turn twenty-five before, the seconds ticking away at the clock a reminder of something he’s never once had faith in.

That is, until now.

Even he can’t deny the fact that he wants so desperately to have letters appear on his skin at this point; he’s been fooling himself for years, trying so hard to dispute something that has a high probability of occurring. He’s seen numerous friends go through it that he can’t deny it any longer, which is why he’s wearing a hole into his tile kitchen floor, each minute passing by slower than the next.

Maya insisted she be there, but Farkle wouldn’t let her. This was going to be an experience he had to deal with by himself, to figure out how he felt about it. After all, his opinion on the matter had changed drastically within the course of a month, and he was still dealing with the numerous possibilities that were running through his mind.

Millions of trillions of possibilities, each one a figure he could not even begin to understand, let alone imagine.

It’s probably Riley’s romantic tendencies that have rubbed off on him, he figures, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s waiting for something he never even once believed in.

Until now.

He’s not quite sure what changed his mind. Of course, seeing his friends have the writing appear on their wrists was a factor, but that alone wasn’t enough to change his mind.

Maybe it’s delusions of grandeur.

To think that he’s so important that his wrist warrants a soulmate mark, that he deserves one in the first place, might just be borderline laughable. But he doesn’t ignore his heart’s desires, just this once, and waits for the night to pass and for the letters to appear.

His twelve-year-old self would be laughing at him right now for being so foolish; Farkle’s just glad he’s let himself be open to love. He appreciates not being jaded and cynical, not letting logic rule over every part of him (just most of it).

Farkle is . . . excited. He’s genuinely excited to be a part of this sort of rite of passage, this sort of magic life holds that science can’t explain for, if his apprehensive shifting is any indicator. He stops for several seconds occasionally, just to adjust a picture frame on his wall or to drum his fingers on the kitchen table or the countertops to bide his time.

And then it happens—one minute before the day of his birthday, and the countdown in his head rattles his body, sends goosebumps tingling amongst his skin. Fifty seconds becomes forty, thirty, twenty, and then he’s down to the final ten seconds, and he counts the seconds in his head, practically holding his breath in.

Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . seven . . . six . . . five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . .

 One.

 His phone vibrates immediately, both to relay his alarm for his annual birthday reminder, as well as mass texts filing in from his friends. Farkle places his phone down on the counter gently, wobbling as his breath catches, the anticipation building with every passing second after midnight. Then he lifts his wrist—the left, of course, always the left—and gingerly and carefully moves up his sleeve, the black lettering coming to view almost instantaneously.

And then he gasps, loudly and very audibly, covering his wrist back up immediately.

It wasn’t a stranger. It wasn’t an acquaintance he met once in passing, or a face that only manifested itself in his dreams when his brain was trying to make sense of the world around him during slumber. No.

 It was Riley Matthews.

[Hartbreaker]

yoooooooooooooooooooo who yo soulmate be ya NERD

you can tell me i promise i won’t spill

probably

well maybe not

but you can still tell me

cause

I WANNA KNOWWWW

WILL YOU SHOW MEEEE

I WANNA KNOW ABOUT YOUR SOULMATE MARK, PLEASE

get it? phil collins!!!

. . .

???

u out there???

 -

 [Zayday]

k if u aren’t gonna tell maya then u gotta tell me

we cool

cooler than cool

ice cold

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

come ON you gotta appreciate that

okay, okay i get it i won’t ask

just text me if u alright?

i won’t do the annoying thing again i promise

. . .

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

maybe i lied a little about that

sorry man i am who i am

but seriously minkus

TEXT US

 -

 [Huckleberry Friar]

 First of all

Is my name still Huckleberry Friar in your phone?

I feel like you should change that because Maya doesn’t need the satisfaction of everyone in our friend group having my name as that in their phone

Secondly

Are you okay?

I don’t care about the other thing

Just wanna make sure you’re doing fine

Come meet me for lunch if you want I’m going to that pizza parlor around the corner

We can just chill and catch up just lemme know

 -

 [Isadora Smackle]

I have heard that you are not answering phones.

Well, you answered Lucas, which is nice.

But I feel like you owe the rest of us the courtesy of answering our phones.

Also, we have a birthday party planned for you that I was not supposed to spill about, but I feel like you are obligated to come to that.

I am just informing you of this.

I will also drag you out by your ear if I have to.

That is all.

 -

 [Smiley Riley]

Hey, are you doing alright?

Is this a mid-midlife crisis?

Should I be running over to your apartment to check on you?

I just really worry about you, Farkle.

Okay, you definitely don’t have to answer our texts, but you definitely have to show up at my apartment tonight at eight.

FOR NO REASON AT ALL

JUST A COOL FRIEND HANG OUT NO SPECIAL OCCASION HERE

Dress up nice, though. I know you can do it, Minkus!

Also there might be a certain dessert involved?

Also also objects of particular interest to you that are uhhhh covered in pretty paper that will be relinquished unto you??

I’m really bad at this please just come to your party tonight I made a really cool cake (thanks Pinterest!!) and you’ve got lots of good presents and I feel like you need a hug.

See you tonight! ♥♥

  [OPERATION: TOTALLY NOT FARKLE’S BDAY]

 Riley: Okay no one talk about the YOU KNOW WHAT at the party

Riley: It’s officially off limits

 Maya set the nickname for Riley Matthews to Lame Nerd.

 Maya: Uh huh

Maya: Suuuuuuuuuure

 Lame Nerd: Maya!!!!!

 Lame Nerd set the nickname for Maya Hart to Stupid Dummy.

 Stupid Dummy: Good comeback, Lame Nerd!

 Lucas set the nickname for Riley Matthews to Riley.

Lucas set the nickname for Maya Hart to Maya.

 Lucas: Come on, guys.

Lucas: I agree with Riley. Don’t talk about it. If he wants to tell us, he can, but don’t press him.

Lucas: It is his birthday, after all.

 Smackle: I second that. I don’t want you two to ruin the party.

 Maya: You two??

 Smackle: You and Zay.

 Zay: Awwwww how come I gotta be called out like this

 Maya: It is what it is, Zay

 Riley: Alright, you two are outvoted by Smackle and Lucas and I.

Riley: No talking about it!!!

Riley: Also, Zay

 Zay: Yes?

 Riley: Please wear something nice.

Riley: As in, NOT YOUR TUXEDO T-SHIRT

Riley: If you’d like, I’ll send you a list of APPROPRIATE wear

 Zay: You’re no fun!!!!!

 Riley: ISAIAH BABINEAUX

Riley: YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO THE PARTY

 Zay: Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine MOM

 Lucas: Don’t sass your mother

 Maya: Yeah, ZAY. Don’t sass your mother!!!!

 Riley: When did you all agree on me being your mom????

 Smackle: A while back.

Smackle: Mom 

Smackle: :)

 Smackle set Riley Matthews nickname as Mom.

 Mom: I’LL ONLY ALLOW THIS FOR THIS GROUP

 Smackle: Oh, Bubbles

 Maya: Oh, Hon

 Zay: Too late

 Lucas: DEFINITELY too late

 Mom: YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST

Mom: . . .

Mom: Please arrive at 7:30 for set up thank you

Mom: GOODBYE FOREVER

 Mom left the group.

 Maya: Awwww party pooper

  Turning twenty-five is not all it’s cracked up to be.

 As Farkle sips at his light beer, he watches his friends from beside Riley’s bookshelf as they argue about what to do next, and Farkle really loves them, he really does.

But he wants to leave.

He’s got this overwhelming suffocation in his chest, both from anxiety and proximity to Riley, who doesn’t know she’s supposed to be his soulmate. And by the time she does, it probably won’t even matter to her because she’ll be happy where she is, most likely married to her current boyfriend.

 She likes Daniel, as she should—he’s a veterinarian, part-time afterschool tutor. He’s got a great dog that loves her unabashedly, and she fits right into his picturesque home like the last piece of a puzzle.

 And that, that is the reason why he doesn’t tell her. But what does he say? He certainly can’t tell them that his best friend’s name is on his wrist; that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Farkle’s had enough rejection in his life time, and for Riley to find out they’re supposed to be together because some unknown force dictated it?

She wouldn’t care for it.

Yes, she does care for him, he’s not unaware of that fact. But caring for someone and being in love with someone are two different things, and Farkle knows for certain that Riley is not in love with him. If she was, they’d be living together happily, and instead of his party being thrown at her house, it be their house.

But there will never be their house, it will always be his house and her house, and Farkle will remain infinitely in love with a girl who doesn’t feel the same way.

Honestly, this whole ordeal is just a punch to the gut, and Farkle would rather stick his head in the toilet for a full minute than admit what his wrist says, so he decides then and there what he’s going to do.

He’s going to pretend he doesn’t have a soulmate mark and live for an eternity with his wrist covered so that no one ever has to know.

 It’s for the best, really.

 “Okay, Farkle, it’s settled. You’re going to stop moping against this bookshelf and come join us for a fun dance party with no complaints. And you’re gonna dance with me first!” Riley appears at his side, tugging at his left arm. Farkle’s initial reaction is to pull away, but he doesn’t want to make her suspicious, so he complies and lets Riley tug him to the living room as Maya puts on her favorite playlist.

The music starts and immediately Riley starts jumping around, her periwinkle lace dress swishing around her as she beams brightly, her eyes pleading for him to join her. He sighs, setting down his beer so that he can comply, because when can he ever say no to her?

It’s impossible.

And as the room becomes drowned out by Maya’s music and the visage of Riley, Farkle wishes he could live in this moment forever—uncomplicated, undemanding, effortless.

 If only.

 If only, if only, if only.

  Farkle, after turning twenty-five and getting the name of a person who will, despite the forces of the universe trying, never love him back, finds dating to be extremely difficult.

And yeah, it sort of makes sense. People don’t flock to people with soulmate marks, and if they do, it’s because they’re looking for the match to their soulmate mark.

So Farkle quickly learns to deal with the fact that he’s going to be alone forever; that’s just how it’s going to go.

But he tries anyway, because he’s a fucking idiot, that’s what. It never lasts, even the ones that promise him it will, and all of it can be explained by the other person soon finding their soulmate and ditching him. It drives him up the wall, but he gets it. He really does.

It doesn’t help that he knows he’s in love with Riley still, too. How can he not? If he had gotten her name tattooed on his wrist when he was younger, he would’ve fainted, maybe even died from shock. But now that he’s older and his love for her has become more solidified, more an actual part of him rather than just a fleeting feeling, he can’t deny the fact that he is hers forever, regardless of what capacity.

Not that he’d ever tell her what capacity he’d prefer it to be. Riley is his oldest and dearest friend next to Maya. Feelings complicate things and make them messy, and the last thing he wants to do is make things messy with the girl who makes his life better by just being in it.

Ugh, he’s a fucking sap.

He’s also in love with his best friend, and for the first time in his life, Farkle Minkus has no idea what to do.

#riarkle #riley x farkle #farkle x riley #riarkle fanfiction #bella writes #soulmate au

[lastdancewith-mj]

Catch Up. {Pt.2} HP.

Holy cow. I haven’t posted in forever. I’m so sorry. But I’m back now and I decided to write a part 2 to this old dramione fic because there was a pretty good reaction to the first one!

Warning: Language, some mild violence, and some angst. 

A/N: Some of Hermione’s part can be taken as a Hermione/Fred Weasley pairing. But that’s not what I as the writer intend to write. It’s mostly platonic, because of course, they were close friends. Also, there has been a time jump of a few months. Imagine around November. Comments are encouraged and appreciated :) 

Songs I listened to: Burn, Usher and Girl Like You, Edwyn Collins. 

Masterlist/ Part 1

Hermione was tired of being tired. She took slow steps, and she had hunched shoulders. Her hair was messier than normal and her socks didn’t match. Even worse, her mind was beginning to short circuit. 

And her teachers were telling her to slow down in her studies. (She knew she had time, contrary to what her professors thought, but she had already wasted so much time. A wrench had been thrown into her life plans and she needed to get it back.) They were telling her it’s okay if you can’t keep up like you used to, but Hermione refused to listen. Just because she wasn’t sleeping anymore didn’t mean she couldn’t do her class work. 

Her nightmares were of her parents. It was a work day morning in the kitchen and they would be siting there, drinking coffee. Her dad would gulp his down loudly, and her mom would take the car keys, and they would leave together out the back door. When Hermione woke up from it, she would cry because she thought it was real.

Days (even though she didn’t like to admit it) sometimes went by as a blur to her because of the nightmares. But a few weeks ago, she saw something that she knew she would never miss.

There was a new ghost playing with first years in front of the Great Hall. First she heard a laugh, and then she saw his face, and then she froze in her tracks. It was face that she knew well. A face that made her laugh. It was a face that used to fly. It was a face that twirled her at Bill’s wedding. (If the ghost wasn’t grey, Hermione was sure that Fred Weasley’s hair was still bright as ever.)

After she saw him, she turned and ran straight to Ron and Ginny, who were both getting in a morning practice on the pitch. Ron apparently had no clue his brother was at Hogwarts, and didn’t believe Hermione until he went to catch a glimpse himself. Ginny had known, but kept it to herself. Hermione figured that meant Harry must have known too.

It was Monday morning, and like most Mondays Fred was standing at the entry to the Great Hall, greeting students as the filed past him. Instead of sneaking by like she normally would, Hermione joined the queue that formed to meet the legend. She was sick and tired of hiding from him. Not only did she feel guilty, she just plain missed him. And Hermione wasn’t going to waste any opportunity to see a loved one. 

(She wished there were more of them, but then she felt selfish.) 

When she was next, Fred saw her coming and waved at her as if he saw her yesterday. There was a dark grey stain on his shirt, but Hermione ignored it and instead looked up to see his face. It was still covered in freckles, and he still had the scar he had on his arm. 

Students passed around her because Hermione planted herself right next to him and wasn’t moving. Wisps of smoke from around him was curling around Hermione slightly. Fred had to tilt his head down to look at her in the eyes. When he did, he put one of hands to his lips and blew her a kiss. 

“Well, hello Hermione.” said Fred. He looked down at her fondly, and she wanted to cry. The urge to have a meltdown was so strong, but she didn’t dare. If she did, Fred wouldn’t be able to hug her, and that would hurt even more. “How’s life?” He was trying to joke with her, of course. She smiled softly, but it was gone quickly. 

“Fred. I’m-I-” She looked at him desperately. He had to understand how she was feeling. He had too, because she didn’t know if she could vocalize it. 

Fred reached out for her, but his hand went right through her shoulder. His eyes held a new type of sadness that Hermione didn’t recognize of him. “Oh Hermione. You poor little thing...” His voice was soft and low, a private moment between them. 

“I’m so, so, so, so, so, so-” 

“Stop it. Do not say anything like that, please, Hermione. You couldn’t do anything to stop it, okay? You were a little busy that day, I believe. Better you than me, and that’s a fact I can admit. In that moment in time, it was my turn. Hermione, please don’t cry, please. Please stop, okay. Look-check me, give me a physical, you’ll see. I’m not hurt. I was, but I’m not. Okay? Please. Tell me you’re okay. You’re the brightest most bitchin’ witch of your age, Hermione. Don’t tell me a little Fred Weasley puts you to tears. There are a lot more scary monsters. Okay? I’m okay.”  

She believed him, because when Fred Weasley was pleading with you, that’s what you did. Hermione had a weakness for the Weasley family and she trusted all of them, no matter what.

The next day, she convinced her friends to go visit him with her. Fred didn’t have to say it, but she knew he was lonely. 

Draco was getting sick and tired of being followed by his peers. They must of thought he was dim witted, or blind, or deaf, because no one cared that they were talking about him so obviously. Classmates whispered about his father as they passed, shooting him looks of disgust. Ravenclaws snickered behind his back. They didn’t even dare to say something to his face. It was pathetic. 

One Monday morning, a Slytherin fifth year stuck out his leg in front of Draco’s path in the Great Hall, attempting to trip him. Luckily Blaise was right behind his friend’s shoulder and caught sight of the sneaker before it could do physical damage. He put a warning hand on Draco’s back, stopping him immediately and allowing him to notice. 

“Watch where you step, Malfoy,” said the fifth year. His friends seemed pleased with these events, thinking they have the upper hand, and were watching as they ate breakfast. Draco was disgusted to see that they couldn’t even stop chewing to torment him. Draco thought he deserved that much. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.” He said, thick with sarcasm. 

Draco had so much practice keeping his face neutral that it came easy to him. “Very clever.” He kept his mask of cool indifference, and forced himself to breathe and take his time to scan the seated group of boys. There were at least five. Blaise stood at his side in the aisle, smirking. (Blaise couldn’t believe how bloody brilliant Draco was. He saw him at night having a fit from his nightmares, and then he saw him like that, and Blaise thought Draco was damn good at living two lives.) 

“Didn’t your mothers ever teach you to chew with your mouths closed?” said Draco. 

A Scottish boy with a round face and flat nose stood up and shouted. “Hey! Why don’t you just fuck off.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry.” said Draco, crossing his arms. He sort of swayed his shoulders, his face passive. “I forgot you were raised by wolves. How did it work, exactly? Did a wolf catch your mother one day in the forest and just mount-” Draco didn’t finish his insult because the Scottish boy soared and punched Draco in the face. 

The actual hit had little force behind it, but the surprise was what sent Draco backwards. He landed on the bench of Ravenclaw’s table next to them, with a dull pain on the side of his face. He moved his jaw for a moment, but he was fine. In fact, he was good enough to stand up again and throw his own punch, which sent the younger boy to the floor. Dimly he knew that this was an unfair fight, but that voice was overpowered by his blind urge to hit something. Draco felt Blaise try to hold him back but it was no use. Draco jumped on the kid, and hit him. Again and Again. 

He was only aware of his surroundings when Headmistress McGonagall levitated him off the boy. Draco hung in the air briefly. From his new vantage point he could see the large crowd he attracted. Almost the whole Great Hall had raised from their seats to see the spectacle of Draco Malfoy crumbling, just like they were waiting for. 

When Draco was set down it was no better. Now he saw the face of Headmistress McGonagall, the woman who aloud him back into Hogwarts. Despite everything, he always respected the woman. At least she had moral. At least she knew where she belonged. At least she disciplined him, after all these years, if any one ever did. 

“Mr. Malfoy, my office this instant.” she said, and he went.

Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you enjoyed it! 

#Harry Potter #harry potter headcannon #draco malfoy imagine #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #ron weasley #hermione x fred #fred weasley #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #hogwarts fic #hogwarts houses #angst #hp #hermione #dramione

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Combatants ~ Part 8 ~ final part

A/N: Oh my god, final part is out and this means its over. I finally stopped torturing them. I just want to say because this is the last part that this imagine/fan fic is really important to me. I wrote it when I was in a really dark place and it helped me get through it with the help of you guys and your feedback. 

WARNING: Angst (typical), fluff,...

TAGS: @nadinissavage, @lexi-thechaosqueen, @grey-raven, @alohomagines, @bestillmystuckyheart, @maddyfitzhenry, @astrophileslytherin, @literally-anythin, @fashionlive15, @hello-fanfiction-goodbye-grades, @robyn-0790, @beyoursnow, @oreofrappiewithblueberry, @deanilostmyshoe, @hellboundblogger, @thewinterquicksilver, @geeksareunique

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When you opened your eyes you weren’t in Hogwarts anymore. Your head was pounding and it took you a while to realize where you truly are. It was a dark, cold room with ripped wallpapers on the walls and right next to you was Bruto, tied to a chair just like you. Trying to move and free yourself from the chair, the ropes only tightned and squeezed your chest. ‘They must have used a charm.’ you thought to yourself before looking up at the two men standing right in front of you.

“Twelve years ago men in blue took my father away. It was the worst day in my life. He left me with two little boys and a wolf to take care of. And I did. I ran far away with two boys in my arms and promised father to protect my little brothers. And I did. We hid in this small, deserted house with barely anything to eat. A year later men in blue found us and took us away, seperating Zebedaiah from us. I was furious with them. They took my little brother and gave it to someone else’s family. Yours.” he growled and leaned towards you. “When they wanted to take Gray away I wanted to ripp their heads of. And I did. I brought my little Toto and he did all the work for me instead.” he chuckled and turned around to Gray.

“We decided to pay your parents a visit.” continued Gray and walked towards you. “It was hard to find them but we did. Of course seeing our little brother playing with a young (y/h/c) girl emerged some unplanned jealousy. Because there you were playing with my younger brother while I had to stand on the side and watch it. “

“When you walked inside, I came over to Zoey and talked to him. He was so innocent, so pure and as soon as looked up to me with his green eyes I realized how much I missed him. Of course that was the day I promised him I will get him back. It was facinating. His hair. Just like my mother. It’s a genetic thing, that my family had for years. Like my grandfather had heterochromia, Gray inherited different colored eyes from him and his navy blue hair from my uncle, just like Monty. But Zoey. It was like seeing my mother once more with his green eyes. The same green eyes he got from my mother. Me? I inherited everything from my father. Except my hair. Those love to change color on the light as you might have noticed. See...my father, unlike me, is a horrifying man. You think I am a monster, you should have met him. But luckly for you he is locked away so that’s probably never going to happen.”

“Lucky for us too.” mumbled Gray.

Collin shot his head towards Gray and angrly walked towards him. He grabbed him by the neck and lift him and backed him against the wall. “If it wasnt for him we would still be rotting in that hell hole for what I know! Do not disrespect him in front of me!” he roared and squeezed him tighter.

“Get.off.me.” growled Gray and glared at his brother as he let go of him.

“See (y/n). Like every villian, I have a story too.” he smiled and knelt down to you.

“A villian my arse.” you scoffed and glared at his dark eyes. “More like a pathetic fool.” 

Collin chuckled and walked towards Bruto. “You know I always liked you. No matter what you did, I still liked you. I kind of had a soft spot for you Wolfie. Funny right.” he smiled and pulled out a knife. “As for this lad over here.” he spoke in a different, lower tone. “This lad pissed me off.” he snarled and gently brushed his knife against his thigh. “You know Gray told me about this thing. What is it called again brother?”

“Polyjuice potion.” answered Gray gritting his teeth and glaring at Collin.

“Polyjuice potion.” he chuckled. “That.” he added before his face turned completly flat. He pushed the knife in Bruto’s thigh and started twisting it. “You should have never done that!” he growled making Bruto yelp from pain. He pulled the knife out and stabbed the other thigh. “Pretending to be Zoey! I almost believed you! “ 

“Stop it Collin! “ you yelled.

“Would you rather see Toto do all the work? I bet you want to know how he ripped your parents apart.” he cackled, turning to the door and letting out a whistle.

And there he was. A large white wolf with dark viscious eyes. His fur was long and white as snow as his nose was dark with a small light orange stripe streching right on the middle of it. There was still some blood on his paws and as soon as he smelled the blood he moved towards Bruto.

“NO! You can’t do this!!” you begged, tears falling down your cheeks and struggling to break away from the charm. “Please! Collin don’t do this!” 

But Toto was already approaching Bruto. You looked over to Gray, who turned his eyes away from the scene. He didn’t want to see this. He always hated this part, hell he never wanted to be part of this in the first place.

 “Jack!” you yelled. “Jack please don’t let him do this! You are supposed to be my best friend. My best friend! Didn’t the time we spent together mean anything to you!?” 

Looking at your broken (y/e/c) eyes he felt horrible. Your eyes that seemed to dig deep in his soul, he didn’t know he had. And yes. You meant the world to him. He loved your funny comments, your reactions when he says something dirty, or the way you surprise him with even more dirtier thoughts. He loved you like a sister. He thought of you that way too. You were always there for him. Either was it being annoying or making him feel better everytime he was down. You were there for him in a way Collin never was, 

And with Bruto. He cared for the guy even though he was a dick. Bruto was there when you weren’t. And when the two of you bickered, he used to watch and just laugh at his roomate and his best friend fighting over him. 

But he was bad. He was supposed to be bad. Right?

You looked over to Bruto, whose eyes were still stuck on you. There was a small smile appearing on his lip. “I love you (y/n). Don’t forget that.” he spoke in a croaky and brittle voice.

“No.” you whispered, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. 

The wolf was close to Bruto by now. His snout sniffing him from his toes to his thighs and his eyes suddenly turning red. 

“Avada Kadavra!” yelled Gray, pulling his wand at the wolf and blasting a green light out of it. Toto was blasted away and dead on the scene.

“NO!” yelled Collin running to the wolf. He put his hands under his head and stroked him. Toto was dead. The only thing he had of his mother was gone. “You killed him!” he shouted turning his head to Gray.

“Good. That wolf deserved it.” spat Gray, putting away his wand and glaring at his brother.

“This wolf was the only thing left of her! This wolf was her’s!” yelled Collin, walking over to his brother and stopping only an inch away from him.

“And you think she would want her wolf to kill innocent people! Collin this wolf attacked Zoey when he was 4 years old no wonder they took him away!” shouted Gray, standing his ground and looking at his brother.

“They were not innocent!!”

“Yes they were Collin! They were innocent people, who just wanted to adopt our baby brother so he could have a normal family life! A family who loves him and keeps him safe!”

“We could have done that! We could have been that family!” 

“What is wrong with you!?! Mom is dead, dad is in prison and you are a murderer! You took away any chance Zoey had at a normal life by taking her parents! If you really cared for him you would let them live!” 

“But father-”

“What father Collin!?! He was a terrible father to us! He made us do horrible things. Since we were young we had to steal and lie for him. We had to do things no kid should do!” 

“That’s what made us strong. That’s what made us survive.”

“No! That’s what made our family fall apart! That’s what put us here in the first place. God Collin you are just like him!” 

“Shut up Gray!” roared Collin, pushing Gray away and clenching his fist. When Gray got up, he stormed at Collin but was knocked down before he could do anything.

He turned around to face you. His eyes burning with fire as  he walked over to you and rocked the chair backwards. “You did this!” he growled pulling out his knife. “You bitch!” 

“Leave her alone Collin!” yelled Gray and pulled out his wand. “Immobulus!”

As soon as Collin froze in his position, Gray ran towards Bruto. He knelt down, checking his wounds. “Tergeo.” he spoke quietly, pointing his wand on his bleeding wounds. 

“You piece of shit Gray! Unfreeze me!” shouted Collin. 

“Sorry brother.” smirked Gray and taped his mouth. “I bet father will love to see you.”

“You helped us.” you mumbled quietly and looked ove to the curly hair boy.

“What Collin did...it was wrong.” he sighed, turning to you and untying you from the chair. “What I did....was wrong too.”

“Jack...”

“I’m sorry (y/n). For everything I did I am sorry. I understand if you don’t forgive me for what I did to you, but I just want you to know that I am deeply sorry for what I have done. “ he blubbered and took your hands. “I love you (y/n). Not in the way Black does but I do care for you. I care bloody a lot and I need you in my life, I really do.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in a tight hug. “I need you too,” you sobbed and gripped him tighter. “But you scared the hell out of me.”

“I know and I swear I’ll change. I don’t want to be a bad person (y/n).“

You pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks. “You’re not.” you smiled and brushed the tears away.

“Not to interrupt your heart-to-heart moment but I almost died today and I can barely walk. So could we just go home already?” asked Bruto making the both of you chuckle.

----

“Sirius.” said James, staring at his best friend jumping his leg for the last 15 minutes. “Sirius.” he repeated but got no reaction from him. 

“SIRIUS!” barked Remus making Sirius shot his head up.

“Yeah.”

“I swear if you don’t stop jumping that leg I’ll make sure I’ll eat you alive in my werewolf form. For God’s sake I’ve been reading the same page for 15 minutes.” he snapped and sent Sirius a threatning glare.

“Oh well you try pouring your feelings to a girl and then get blasted 10 feet in the air by that Jack guy only to wake up in a hospital and then finding out she’s gone.” said Sirius standing up from the couch and pacing the room. 

“Yeah but now she’s back and well.” comforted James, closing his book and looking up at his pacing friend.

“And I still haven’t got a chance to see her.” he sighed and stopped pacing. “Why doesn’t  Madam P just let me in?” he huffed and threw himself on the armchair.

“Maybe she hates you.”  chuckled James. “Just a thought.” 

“Why would she hate me?” asked Sirius, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Beside the fact you call her Madam P, remember third year when you tried to heal me but only got my leg all squishy.” replied James.

“Oh I remember that!” smiled Remus, finally closing his book and engaging in the conversation. “And then you made it flop around.” he started laughing.

“Fun times.” smiled James and laughed along.

“Oh and remember the time Remus came with a broken nose and we tried to fix it with a healing charm but we hexed him instead.” laughed Sirius.

“We just turned 12 and we thought we were such a bad-arses but we only made his head bigger.” added James and continued laughing.

----

And there you were, just entering the portret hole with Peter and finding him with one of the brightest smiles in the room. “Oi guys. Look who I found.” smiled Peter making the others turn around.

“Hello boys!” you beamed.

As soon as he saw you he just stood there. He just stood there and stared at you. He couldn’t believe you were finally back.

Seeing Sirius’ smile grow bigger, James smiled at you and stood up. “Okay so we’ll just leave the two of you alone and if you need us we’ll just be upstairs. Eavesdropping.” said James, winking at you and pulling the other two upstairs.

When the two of you were left alone, a loud silence entered the room. You looked over to Sirius, his eyes set on yours and his thoughts completly lost. 

“Well if you’re not gonna break this awkward silence than I-”

But before you could finish the sentance he was already pressing his lips onto yours. One of his hands on your waist while the other was running through your hair, you simply started kissing him back. Finally after all this anger, tension and lust you got the kiss you were craving for months. But before you could deepen it he pulled away.

“I’m done waiting and talking.” he smiled pulled you into another kiss.

-----

After graduation Sirius and you moved in together. It was a small apartment, near James and Lily and the two of you just had a small party, celebrating Sirius’ new job as an Auror. Everybody was here, Peter, Marlene, Mary, Remus, Bruto and Gray except for James and Lily.

“What are they even doing? They basicly live next door.” huffed Remus and took another sip of his coffee.

“I could think of a few things they might be doing.” grinned Sirius and put down a big bottle of firewhiskey.

There was a big groan from the whole group. “ Come on Sirius. One party without alcohol.” said Remus and rolled his eyes.

“I am young. I just got a job. You’ll drink whatever I tell you to drink.” he smiled and started pouring it the glasses.

“I just got dumped so bring it Black. I need to get wasted.” cheered Bruto, lifting his glass.

“The best way to heal a broken heart. Alcohol!” exculted Sirius and poured him the firewhiskey.

“Yeah but if he gets drunk I won’t be the one dragging him home.” chided Remus and took another sip of his coffee.

----

“Remus be still! I can’t tie your shoes!” laughed Sirius, trying to tie his shoes.

“I don’t want to go! I want whiskeyyy! “ shouted Remus walking away from Sirius, but was soon pulled back by Bruto.

“I can’t believe I didn’t get wasted because this git drank the whole bottle.” sighed Bruto and put Remus’ arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you Bruto for taking care of him.” you thanked while wrapping an arm around Sirius.

“Yeah whatever.” he scoffed and walked out of the door. “ But I’m getting wasted next time!” he shouted from behind. 

You chuckled and walked in the kitchen. “I can’t believe you made him drink the whole bottle. How is he even alive?” 

He came from behind, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. “It must be the werewolf thing or something.” he grinned and turned your around.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently scratched the back of his neck. “You know I still haven’t given you my present for you getting a new job.” you grinned and slowly brushed your lips agains his. 

“Oh yeah. I wonder what it is?” he grinned and slid his hands under your shirt. 

“Maybe you should ask James and Lily.” 

Pulling him down to kiss him, you were suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. You looked up to Sirius only to see mischivious grey eyes looking back. 

“Are you expecting someone?” you asked and walked towards the door.

“I might.”

When you opened the door, you almost collapsed on the ground. He was there. Short curly torquise hair with blonde strands and green eyes. Tall 17 year old boy, wearing the biggest smile and showing off his dimples.

 “Well are you just going to stand there or give your brother a hug.” he smiled and opened his arms.

“Come here.” you said and wrapped your arms around him. You couldn’t believe it. He was here. Your brother was finally here, in your arms, well and alive. It was so long, so long you couldn’t even remember the last time you saw him. But he was here and you just couldn’t let go. 

“I can’t breathe.” he chuckled and let go of you. 

“You’re taller than me.” you smiled, letting tears of joy roll down your cheeks. “And you cut your hair.” 

“And you have your own apartment.” he chuckled and gave you another hug.  

You looked over to Sirius, who was leaning on the wall and smiling at the two of you. “You did this?” you asked him.

“Sirius somehow found where I live and wrote me a letter to come over. “ explained Zoey and shook Sirius hand. “ Nice to meet you officially.” 

“Likewise.” smiled Sirius and lead him to the living room.

When Zoey went to the kitchen, you pulled Sirius by the sleeve and pressed your lips onto his. “I love you Sirius Black.” 

“I love you too.” 

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No Sooner Found ~ An AU Riverdale Fan Fic Chapter Five:

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No Sooner Found ~ An AU Riverdale Fan Fic Chapter Five:

In Mayor Lodge's Office.... Hermione "I actually agree with Lucero. I mean Lucy. You deserve a nice long vacation. " over the previous six Month Hermione and Daphne had become friends as Hermione realized her husband was a dangerous man who only feared brilliant women. "For being brave enough to warn me about Hiram. I am paying for a round trip ticket for her to go to Paris for two weeks with Mister Fogarty. God knows the men we married ruin everything they touch but your daughter makes me feel hope." 

Daphne "Sierra McCoy says the same thing all the time. "

Meanwhile at the Whyte Wyrm......

Lucy "i still can't believe they cast me to play Maria. Maria is supposed to be Latina. it would make so much more sense if they cast Veronica and made me the Understudy."

Fangs "I am even more surprised that they accepted me as an understudy for tony."   Lucy sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.  "FP are you sure things will be okay when Lulu and I go to Paris for Spring Break." FP "NO it is fine we can all use break after everything that has happened." he said.  "Lucy's I've been meaning to ask what was the funerary prayer you said at Midge’s Funeral 2 years ago." 

"It was the funerary lament from Stephen King's Dark Tower series. I rewrote Parts."    she looked at the  other "Last time I read that was at my grandmother's funeral."

Betty reaches over and grabs her hand "You are brave and you are good."

"Say Thankee, Betty. It is hard to believe next year we'll be high school seniors."   Betty nodded and pulled Lucy into the bathroom "Juggie wanted you to be the first to know before we make a formal announcement.  He gave me a promise ring.  When it feels he will ask me to marry him."

Lucy smirked and pulled the chain around her neck out of her shirt "I Guess Serpent boys get the same idea. my ring needs to be resized."  she looked at her friend

"So have you and Fangs?"

"No we plan to in Paris." she smiled "How are Polly and the Twins doing?"

"they are Doing great, they are walking and Polly is allowing them to bond with Sheryl and Nana Rose." she hugged her "We are going to be family. Did you here Kevin is dating your brother."

"That was my idea they deserve each other."

Spring Break...Paris Lucy and Fangs cuddle on the patio of the DuPres manor Guest House "Since you are Emancipated minor we could easily get married in Paris."

"I know, but i would rather get married with all our friends and family around us they are all in Riverdale." she smiled "Before you ask, Sabrina is a witch." we've been pen pals since i was about six years old.  Great Aunt Angelique  has been friends with Spellman family since she was an Exchange Student in Westbridge."

"Lucy, you don't need to go all the way. It means enough that we are relatively alone, in Paris and you are willing to.  IS the guy glaring at us a servant?"

"No, that is my second cousin, Pierre.  he is one of Angelique's sons. he kind of resents me for being a female DuPres Heir." she explained: “Also he's glaring because he knows he has to be invited in to get past the wards. His mother is a witch and she put wards up around the house so we would be left alone." Meanwhile in Riverdale at Fred Andrews' House. Daphne Jones knocks on his door and when he opens she kisses him "I am tired of being alone Lucy told me before she left i need to live for myself I spent most of my life living for her and i will always be there when she asks for my help but she is right."  Fred closes the door behind her and they go up to his bedroom

At Pop's.... Jughead looked at his friends "Archie are you insane you can't just threaten Hiram Lodge."

Archie "I need to make amends somehow. you remember shortly after your cousin started dating fangs and she said in a grey hoodie and mask attacked. her. That was something that Hiram sent me to do."   I think she knew who i was when she looked into my eyes.  Hiram is intimidated by women who are smarter than he is and Lucy has always managed to stay three steps ahead of him."

Jughead "Probably why Ronnie and Lulu became best friends. they both have selfish crazy Dads."   

Late May.... Veronica walks into the Whyte Wyrm "Quick turn on the news footage of the Cannes Film Festival."  they See Lucy and Fangs on camera being interviewed. Even though they are both clearly nervous they are handling it with grace.

Lucy [on TV] Did you say it is May 18th. Awesome it is my birthday.

Fangs "Believe us we were totally surprised when the production company asked us to represent the movie. When it was Lucy's Cousin Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third who wrote the script. Instead of Having a traditional Hollywood premiere they plan to premiere it at the newly reopened Drive-In Riverdale." Lucy "Merci,  if our friends and family are watching this in Riverdale. see you soon. we miss you." after the tv is turned off... "Did anyone else notice that Lucy is wearing an official engagement ring. her promise ring has her birthstone and his one and the ring she was wearing was a star sapphire." Cheryl said

"Most of us are guys, Cheryl. we are not going to notice something like that." A week later at Spa In Greendale...

"I keep telling you, i am not saying a word. " she blushed as they soaked in the hot tub. "I will say it happened after the Cannes Interview."  she blushed

At the Whyte Wyrm.... "I would rather not listen to you talking about romantic evenings with my cousin, Fogarty." "Jughead, is it true that Lucy was voted your second in Command?"

Jughead nodded FP had retired from being the Serpent King and Officially made Jughead the leader and it only made sense, because Lucy protected the Serpents as much as he did. "My Aunt is dating Fred Andrews."

Meanwhile at Daphne's house "I will admit when i first found out i was like what the hell and then i realized you both deserve a second chance."

"FP, why do you still wear your Serpents Jacket when you retired."

"It an alumni jacket. they were Lulu's idea. I always knew that kid was special."

at the Spa In Greendale Lucy "FP and I already agreed that whenever I  get married i want him to walk me down the aisle.  He's a more honest man than Quentin Collins. During Christmas break, you will all be able to meet my half Sister Genevieve. Great Aunt Angelique is working on getting her passport."

Polly "I am just saying Jason and I was careful and I am the mother of two-year-old twins." later at the restaurant in the spa.  "You do need not tell us anything, Lucy. we're only teasing. I never thought i would have any female friends,: "Trust me, Polly. I never thought i would be accepted by anyone outside the Serpents." Veronica "they said the food would be out in 20 minutes."    she said "I heard the rumor that Archie's dad is going to be your new stepfather." 

"Really Ronnie?" she takes a sip of her water "I am just glad she is allowing herself to be happy."

To Be Continued....

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