#and i got so angry i beat it to hell with a spatula and ended up eating the scrambled eggs bc else it would be a waste

[duckduckngoose]

Dear Tumblr today I am in utter misery (I'm actually fine), every act of creation has been an utter failure (that's a lie. My cooking has just been meh), and I think the only reasonable explanation is that I've been cursed by a wizard (no it isn't.)

[halfmoonshines]

Hey there! 😀 Could I request an SPN one-shot about Dean falling in love with an Archangel!Reader? (in my head, R's actually THE eldest archangel, and the First Reaper to ever exist - a literal Archangel of Death. But unlike her siblings, she is actually the most affable and human-like - like she knows how humans behave and why they do whatever they do, but is still inexperienced in certain things such as love or sex - Dean is not as hostile to her as he is to Cas Also: I headcanon it that she lost all her grace after Metatron's shenanigans in heaven, so up until Chuck's toddler tantrum over the ending, she fights with Winchesters as human). Sorry for the req. being so long. 🙂

Don't apologize, I love the details <3 Full disclosure I haven't watched the last season of Supernatural because I just don't want to say goodbye to them. Here is my best shot! I hope you enjoy.

Teachings

Summary; Archangel!Reader is completely oblivious to Dean's flirtations and he's had enough of beating around the bush.

The first time you felt the twinge of something weird, it was right after a mission you and Sam had gone out on by yourself. Dean had been waiting for you as soon as you entered the bunker, his arms folded across his chest and jaw working.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded.

You blinked, hand still trying to work the tenseness out of your shoulder from where Sam had to relocate it. You honestly had no idea what he was referring to. "You mean the part where we defeated the big bad?" You asked, head cocking to the side as you took in his angry posture.

"You ran off without Sam, right into the thick of it. You're powerless now, Y/N. You can't just jump into every problem head on." He unfolded his arms, taking a few steps toward you.

Indignation sparked in your gut, eyes narrowing a bit. You knew full well that you were effectively powerless now, he absolutely did not need to keep bringing that up. "I'm very aware of how much power I wield, Dean. You seem to forget that I've been versed in hand to hand combat since before you were a thought in your mothers head."

Dean sighed, standing across from you, watching your hand rubbing circles into your shoulder. "You got hurt today, Y/N. I don't want that happening again." He stayed for a moment longer after that, gaze searching you for something you couldn't decipher before walking off.

The second time you were utterly dumbfounded by Dean's behavior came a few weeks later as you were cooking the gang dinner in the kitchen. You had decided to be the one to cook because you were feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Ever since Metatron's idiocy and your subsequent humanity, there were some days where you just didn't feel right. Like there were bees fluttering under your skin. Castiel had said he thought it was because no matter how human your body was, your brain was still not. Filled with a millennia worth of knowledge and memories.

You put the spatula down rather harshly, closing your eyes to stop the cacophony of things flooding your senses.

"Y/N?" Dean's voice sounded from the doorway of the kitchen. When you didn't immediately open you eyes and acknowledge him, he came forward to stand next to you, resting a hand on your arm. "Do you want me to take over?"

You opened your eyes, glancing over at the Hunter. He had concern dancing in his eyes, brows pulled together. There were sometimes that you thought he was the angel in the friendship.

Where did that come from? You thought to yourself, shaking your head a bit to dislodge the thoughts.

"I can finish up, I'm just feeling a bit off." You gave him what hoped was a reassuring smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You couldn't help but notice that he hadn't pulled his hand off of your arm yet.

"Some days are just harder than others. It feels like all of the information I have can overload me, sometimes." You said, using your free hand to rub over your eyes. "I feel like a mess sometimes, Dean. I might not be an angel anymore but I feel like a I make a terrible human."

Dean blinked at you, mouth opening slightly while he just looked at you. "Are you serious?"

You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit affronted. "No it was a joke and I'm feeling just dandy."

"Y/N," Dean started, shaking his head. "Divine being or not, you're still one of the most angelic people I've ever met. You take everything in stride, with a smile on your face. You can tell me stories about Alexander the Great and still kick my ass at Poker, it's amazing."

You cocked your head a bit, trying to decide if he was joking or not. He seemed to notice. "I'm serious." He finalized.

You looked at him for a moment, letting his words wash over you before giving him a broad smile. "Thank you, Dean. You're a good friend."

You didn't notice his smile falter in return. "Great friend, of course."

It came to a head a month after that when you and Dean were sat in the library doing research. You lifted your head from the dated text you had been reading when your companion shut his own rather fiercely, pushing it away from him.

"Everything okay, Dean?" You inquired, wondering if he was alright.

He clenched his jaw, choosing to look anywhere but you. "I just feel like we're always two steps behind. We figure out one problem and then another rams us in the back of the head. I don't know if we're going to be able to come out on top of this one."

You reached a hand out to him out of instinct, wrapping it around his forearm. "We're going to be just fine."

He looked at your hand instead of your face. "How can you know that?"

"Because in all of my years among humanity, I've never met a man as strong as you, in mind or spirit. I truly believe that you can conquer any problem you encounter." You said with finality, squeezing his arm a bit. He glanced up at you quickly then, seeming at a loss for words.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

You reached out your other hand to wrap around his other arm. "I've never been more sure of something, Dean."

You both just sat there for what seemed like forever, his green eyes melding into your own cerulean blue. In what seemed like an instant his whole body was across the table, arms shaking your hands off to instead find purchase around your soldiers, lips pressed firmly to your own.

Your shock only lasted a second before you reciprocated, hands coming up to his neck to pull him closer to you. The kiss felt like it was an infinite expansion of time and over too soon at the same time. He pulled away, hovering his head just a few inches from yours and gauging your expression.

You smiled slowly, drinking him in as well. "I wasn't expecting that."

He chuckled. "Really? I've been building up to that for ages."

[pwarkluv]

❝ cloud 9 - k.th ❞

kim taehyung x reader | fluff | 0.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, non-idol au, established relationship au, fluffy fluff fluff lol, mature language/cursing, soft!taehyung, soft!reader, mentions of food, just two peeps in love you know?  

SUMMARY | when you’re supposed to be baking, but he’s much more interesting than the task before you. 

REQUEST | “Could you do a Kim Taehyung of BTS where he attempts to help her bake but ends up distracting her?” - anon <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “cloud 9” by beach bunny! super fluffy mood today bc i got my VERY FIRST REQUEST AHHH!! thank you anon i'm super excited hopefully this is sort of what you wanted? if not IM SORRY FHDSJKFH anyways i love you so so so much :D

“taehyung.” you sternly scolded, the boy in question laughing a bit at your form. you were at least 3 inches shorter than him, your “angry” face looking more like a pout. you had a spatula in your hands ready to smack him even if there was batter on it.

“okay okay i’ll stop.” taehyung laughed a bit, his hands up in surrender. he bit back a mischievous smile as you sighed and faced back to the bowl in front of you on the kitchen counter. tomorrow was gonna be your 3 year anniversary with your boyfriend, and instead of buying a cake you had the bright idea of making one together. 

you should’ve known better.

between the two of you, you’ve dropped 5 eggs, about 2 cups of flour, and a hell of a ton of sugar. this was going to be an adventure to clean up later on. 

taehyung sneakily poked your sides causing you to jump and almost spill the batter in your hands. you turned to scold the boy before pausing, feeling your heart race. the way he laughed, his soft boxy smile made your heart sutter as the words in your throat died down. 

“y-yah kim taehyung.” you tried to reason as the blush forming on your cheeks reddened. 

“yah kim y/n.” he fought back, and you could’ve sworn your heart was on the verge of having a heart attack. 

❝ but when he loves me i feel like i’m floating ❞

it was an absolute pain to finish up the batter. as every second passed taehyung would do something to distract you, like it was his mission to make you laugh as many times as possible. 

“aren’t you supposed to be helping me?” you raised an eyebrow as you carefully placed the finished liquid into two cake pans. the boy mimicked your expression before placing his hand on your waist, his head resting on your shoulders. 

“but what fun would that be if we just made the cake?” he whined before giving you a peck on the cheek. 

“you’re impossible.” you rolled your eyes with a smile, turning your head to give him a small peck. “now scootch i have to put these pans into the oven.” you demanded. taehyung chuckled a bit into your ear before moving to have your way.

❝ when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody ❞

“you’re pretty.” taehyung bluntly complimented you, the suddenness of it catching you off guard. the two of you (though it was mainly just you) were working on the frosting while the cake baked in the oven.

“w-what?” you asked, your hands stopping in its tracks as you stirred the bowl in your hands. 

“i said you’re pretty.” he responded once more before turning back to the cream cheese in his hands.

taehyung has always had a weird way of showing his love and affection for you. whether it be “annoying you” (you actually enjoyed his banters) or bluntly saying things out of the blue, the boy no doubtedly had complete heart eyes for you. 

in fact, he didn’t plan to be “distracting” today. it was only because of you. 

the way you had your hair up in a make-shift bun to keep the baby hairs away, the pajama set you were wearing which matched his, the glasses on your face showing your determined expression. everything about you made his heart beat a bazillion times faster, which is why he was so childlike today. 

sneaking away to the living room, taehyung grabbed his phone from the couch and played some music. 

“oh what the-” you jumped, hearing the soft melody of the piano play out of nowhere. 

“dance with me.” taehyung said, grabbing one of your hands to place them on his shoulders. 

❝ even when we fade eventually to nothing ❞

you laughed at his abrupt request but nonetheless wiped your hands on a towel and complied. you two softly swayed to the music, his hands on your waist and yours on his broad shoulders. 

suddenly the busy kitchen you two were in faded into nothing and it was just the two of you against the world. taehyung placed a soft kiss on your temple, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. 

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered, goosebumps forming on your arms with the gentleness in his voice. 

“i love you so much more, taehyung.” you replied with your eyes closed. a small pain on your head was what made you open them in shock. 

taehyung lightly swatted your head. “don’t be dumb i love you the most.” he whinned, holding you closer than before (if that was even possible).

❝ you will always be my favorite form of loving ❞

“uh y/n?” taehyung asked after a couple more minutes of dancing.

“yes my love?” you replied, feeling comfy in his arms. 

“i hate to ruin the moment but i can smell our cake burning.” he said sheepishly before you stood up straight in shock.

“kim taehyung.” you said, feeling a sense of deja vu hit you. 

[allthingsfangirl101]

Drunken Confession–Zac Efron

The last thing I expected to come home to after a long week at work was a drunk Zac sitting on my doorstep.

"There's my girl," he slurred. When he looked up at me, I saw he had a black eye and a busted lip. I looked down to see his knuckles were bleeding.

"What the hell happened to you?"

He tried to sit up but ended up falling back down, laughing way harder than necessary.

"The last thing I remember is being at a bar," he giggled.

"Clearly," I sighed as I bent down and helped him up.

Once we were standing, I wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I unlocked my door and carefully led him inside. I slowly put him down on the couch before heading into the kitchen. I grabbed some crackers, a bottle of water, and a first aid kit.

When I walked back into the front room, Zac was laying down. I knelt in front of him and quietly started cleaning his cuts without waking him. I was able to stop the bleeding on his lip and the cut on his forehead. I was rubbing some face lotion on his bruised eye when he started to wake up.

"Morning," he whispered. I coughed when I got hit in the face with his alcohol-soaked breath.

"It's 5 o'clock," I sighed as I helped him sit up.

"AM or PM?" He joked.

"PM," I sighed.

I sat on the coffee table in front of him and continued cleaning him up. The entire time I fixed his cuts and bruises, I could feel him watching me with a weird look on his face. When I was done, I put everything away without breaking the silence.

"Okay," he sighed, slightly laughing. "I know you're mad at me."

"I'm not mad," I shrugged. "Just concerned."

"Awwww," he cooed. "You're concerned about me."

He tried to hug me but I stood up and angrily turned towards him. "Of course I'm concerned about you. Not only are you drunk off your ass, but you're also beaten up. You can't just show up on my doorstep, looking like someone beat the shit out of you and act like nothing happened."

"Y/N," he stuttered as he tried to stand but drunkenly fell back down.

"What happened to you, Zac?"

"Nothing," he tried to say.

"Who did this to you?" I angrily cut him off. "Tell me what happened. Now."

"Okay," he sighed. "Just promise me you won't get mad."

"You're my best friend, Zac," I sighed as I sat next to him. "Of course I'm going to be mad that someone kicked your ass. Just calm my nerves by telling me what happened."

As he hesitated, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. When I looked up and saw the expression on his face, my stomach did flips. Whatever happened that led Zac to get in a fight must've been bad.

"Zac," I whispered. "Just talk to me. You're really scaring me."

"I got into a fight with Adam," he finally confessed.

"What? Zac, why would you and Adam get into a fight? You're friends."

"We were drunk," he continued. "He started running his mouth and I got angry and. . ."

"And you punched him," I sighed. "You started the fight?"

"I had to," he stuttered. He looked up at me, the look in his eyes changing. He turned towards me, slightly scooting closer to me.

"What was he running his mouth about?"

"You."

"Zac," I sighed.

"He called you my shadow," he cut me off. He let go of my hands and ran his fingers through his hair.

Zac stood up and started angrily pacing back and forth in front of me. I sat back on the couch when I saw his shaking hands. He was still extremely drunk.

"So you aren't a big actress. You still have a tv show that's been going for five seasons. Besides, why do people keep thinking that we can't be friends because our careers are in different chapters? That's not why we're friends. And it shouldn't matter."

I jumped up when he stumbled. He would've fallen onto the coffee table if I hadn't caught him. He drunkenly giggled as I led him back to the couch.

"You're so good to me," he slurred. I gasped when he pulled me into his chest and laid us further into the cushions.

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

"You're going to be whether I say yes or no," I sighed.

"You're too good for me, Y/N," he mumbled. "And sooner rather than later, another guy is going to see how amazing you are and he's going to take you away from me."

"No one is going to take me away from you, Zac," I said even though he definitely wouldn't remember this tomorrow.

"Yes he will," he whined. "And I'm scared."

"That someone will take me away?" I stuttered.

"That a new guy will come around and you'll leave me for him," Zac pouted. "As soon as you find a guy who treats you amazing, like you deserve, I'll lose you. And that fucking terrifies me."

"Zac," I said, my voice breaking like my heart.

"You're gonna leave me," he said, sounding like a child.

"No, I'm not," I said instantly. He just scoffed as he pouted. I sat up and turned towards him. "Zac, look at me. I am not going to leave you. Ever."

"Not even when you find a new guy to spend all your time with?" He asked, pursing his lips like he was pouting.

I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand. I gently rubbed his skin with my thumb.

"Listen to me very closely," I said softly. "It doesn't matter if I meet someone new. I will never leave you. Okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He reached up and grabbed my wrist, not pulling my hand away from his face. I got chills when he dragged his fingers up and down my forearm.

"Let's get you to bed," I said, clearing my throat. I stood up, pulling him with me. When we got to the spare bedroom, Zac suddenly pulled on my arm and stopped me.

"I love you," he slurred.

"You're drunk. You don't mean that," I laughed awkwardly as I took a step back. I gasped when he grabbed my hands and pulled me back into his chest.

"Yes, I do," he said oddly seriously. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. I have been since forever! Remember when we were little and you called me your superhero? That's when. The first time you said I was your hero, I was done for. I was in love."

"Stop," I cut him off. I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I pulled away from him. I took several steps back and wrapped my arms around myself.

"You don't know what you're saying, Zac. You're drunk. Sleep it off and we'll talk about it in the morning."

I quickly turned around and walked to my room, a sob getting stuck in my throat.

                               * * * * *

I woke up the next morning to dishes being set down in my kitchen. I sat up, grabbed my cardigan, and left my room. My heart stopped and my breath got stuck in my throat when I saw Zac moving around in the kitchen.

"Shit," he said when he looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. "I woke you up, didn't I? Damn it. I was trying to be quiet. I was going to surprise you, but clearly, I screwed that up."

"What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"I was trying to make you an 'I'm sorry I came to your apartment drunk off my ass' breakfast," he shrugged, smiling goofily at me. Usually, that smile always made me laugh. It fell when he saw it work.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Instead of answering, I asked, "What do you remember from last night?"

"Everything," he laughed. "I wasn't that drunk, Y/N."

"Zac," I said sternly. I looked up at him, frustrated tears in my eyes. He put down the spatula and ran over to me.

"What's wrong?" He rushed out as he rubbed my arms reassuringly. "Did I hurt you last night?"

"What?" I gasped. I sighed as I shrugged his hands off me. "No, Zac, you didn't hurt me. You just. . . You said something that is really confusing and unfair if it isn't true."

"Wait, what did I. . ."

"You said you were in love with me," I rushed out, looking away from him. "You said you've been in love with me since I called you my hero when we were kids. Is it true? Or was it just some stupid drunk thing you said? Because if it wasn't true, I don't think I can go back to normal. Not when I. . ."

I gasped when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before I started to kiss him back. When I did, I let out a small moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him smile into the kiss when he let go of my face and pulled me tightly into his chest. We broke apart, laughing, when we had stumbled backward and bumped into the island.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, out of breath. "I just. . . Maybe I shouldn't have kissed you. I needed you to stop talking so I could show you that it was true. I guess I could've just told you it was true instead of jumping you. . ."

This time it was my turn to cut him off by kissing him. He laughed into the kiss as he moved his lips in sync with mine.

"What is it with us kissing each other to shut the other up?" He mumbled into the kiss with a small chuckle.

"I don't mind," I whispered as I deepened the kiss. I gasped as he picked me up and set me on the counter, standing between my legs without breaking the kiss.

I moaned as he dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. The second I opened my mouth, he started exploring every inch of it with his tongue.

He broke the kiss, both of us struggling to catch our breath as he started kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, and moaned when he found my sweet spot. I gasped when he bit down.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly as he quickly pulled away. "We're probably. . . This is. . . I mean. . . We should talk about this before we do anything."

"You're right," I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. He gently grabbed my waist and lifted me off the counter. When my feet were back on the ground, he didn't remove his hands. I looked up at him, nervously biting my bottom lip.

"Or we could talk about it later," I whispered. Zac smirked as he pulled me closer into his chest, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"Later it is."

[stars-in-my-universe]

Bad Idea: Part 6

Summary: When pop star Trixie can’t get her act together, her team makes a deal with the NHL…one that she can’t turn down. When NHL player Tyler Seguin can’t seem to get himself under control his team decides to thrust a certain Pop star into his life. Can the two play nice?

Warnings: Cussing.

Note: You guys have been so patient and I appreciate you all so much. Feel free to send me your thoughts and any asks, I love answering questions. Hell, even send me prompts! This isn’t much but this chapter did need to happen, so I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Tyler had let two full days pass, he was now completely sober, no hangover to distract him from his adult problems and guilt that sat in the lower part of his stomach making him toss and turn for two full nights. Today though, he had woken up early, taken the dogs on a run, and made himself some eggs before getting ready to head over to Trixie’s which wasn’t as far as he thought it was going to be. 

It was closer to downtown Dallas probably the same distance his place was from the arena. Grabbing his car keys and locking up, he made his way to his car and typed in the address on his phone. He didn’t know what he was going to do or say but he assumed apologizing would be his best bet. Tyler jumped into his jeep and headed down the road to the freeway, the soft pop music playing in the background was immediately cut off as his blue tooth rang through his car’s speakers. 

Glancing at the screen, the name ALI popped up. Sighing he knew it was now or never; without missing a beat he answered the phone.

“Hi, Ali.” He grimaced as she practically screamed his name. She was lucky she was good in bed because after all the bull shit she’s pulled, he was ready to cut her off a long time ago. 

“Tyler, come on. I just want to see you and talk.” He rolled his eyes.

“We both know, when we see each other we never talk.” He listened as she rambled on about how they could fix this and where they could go from here. He loved the girl once, but she was a lot and it was always on her terms. She broke up with him and yet here she was still trying to suck him back into the toxic cycle. 

“Ali, I can’t do this anymore. You ended it with me, remember that.” He heard her let out a squeak.

“It’s cause of that bitch right?” Tyler groaned, of course of all things she remembered she’d remember Trixie. He also could feel himself get angry at Ali calling her a bitch, when he got so protective of her, hell if he knew. 

“No, it’s because my games suffering Ali.” His phone beeped signaling he was arriving soon to the destination.

“Look, I gotta go. I’m sorry but this is done.” He didn’t give her a chance to explain herself as he hit the end button on the steering wheel. Turning into a round about driveway he parked the car and got out. It wasn’t a huge house, but it was bigger than most. Walking up the porch stairs he knocked and then rang the doorbell twice. He waited to hear any noise from beyond the door, rubbing the back of his neck; a habit he had when he was nervous. He shifted from one foot to another and looked up when the door swung open.

“Fucking hell, Cami. You were supposed to be here-” Tyler had to keep himself from letting out an embarrassing moan. Tyler had hooked up with his fair share of girls, hell he even dated a playboy bunny and had a threesome in Mexico, but he had never gotten hard so fast as he stood in the doorway staring at Trixie, who was in fact staring wide eyed back at him. 

He was lucky he had sunglasses on because the way his eyes shamelessly raked her body would make him turn fifty shades of red. He always knew she was attractive, you had to be in her world, but this was not what he was expecting. Trixie stood with her hair in a messy bun, her face clear of any make up, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a black bra with cute little purple stars and moon with bikini underwear to match. All the bra did was give her more cleavage then he was used to seeing and the little string that hugged her hip did nothing to hide her curves. Tyler had never wanted to fuck someone so bad then he did in that moment. 

Clearing her throat, Trixie let our a ‘Tyler?’ making him snap out of it. He looked back up at her face and remembered why he was here, all the anger and confusion on her face said it all. 

“Do you answer your door like this all the time?” She rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip.

“What do you want, Seguin?” He watched as she stood there, practically no clothes on, all the confidence in the world and he didn’t think she could become any more attractive. 

“I wondered if I could come in and maybe talk...and uh, apologize?” He watched as she rolled her eyes yet again and motioned for him to follow her in. He watched as she took a step back and let him in, closing the door behind him. She pointed toward the hallway that he assumed lead to another room.

“Go ahead and go in the kitchen, I have beers in the fridge. Help yourself to anything, let me just put a shirt on.” He nodded and walked into the kitchen, not really wanting to go through her stuff, he made himself comfortable on a bar stool and waited for her. 

Luckily he didn’t have to wait long, Trixie walked behind the counter in an oversized t-shirt that covered the majority of her body minus her legs. Atleast now he wasn’t popping a boner like the fucking teenager he was, apparently. Trixie stood behind the counter, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. Tyler knew it was show time.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was out of line, I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was angry and frustrated which is also no excuse. But if you haven’t noticed yet, I’m not the brightest bulb in the box? Shed? See I don’t even know the right saying.” Trixie shook her head.

“Tyler-”

“I’m sorry I made you look like an idiot with those pictures, you told me it was your reputation too and I would ruin it.” Trixie was watching him, intently now. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the desperation in his voice.

“Everyone says you’re good for me, everyone says we could help each other out, whether or not we see it now, I think on some level they are right, Trixie.”

“Okay but Tyler, you hate me. You want nothing to do with me half the time-”

“I know, I know and that’ll change. We’ll work on this contract for real this time, I won't...I wont be as closed off.” Trixie was now leaning her hip against the counter, she wasn’t as defensive as she first was.

“You helped Crosby, you dated Anderson. I’m not saying we need to fall in love-” Trixie laughed.

“I would prefer if we didn’t” Tyler sent her a smirk.

“But some hot angry sex is still on the table?” Trixie let out a genuine loud laugh making Tyler smile back at her. She was still hurt by the things he said, she was still angry but he did come here to apologize and he was doing a good job. Whether or not they wanted to, they had a contract and she believed this could work. 

“You gotta let me in, Tyler. We don’t have to be best friends, we don’t even have to be friends, but I can guarantee it would be a lot easier if we were.” It was Tyler’s turn to sigh, he hated not knowing who he could trust but looking at Trixie, all doe eyed and innocent he knew she knew about his world, the risks, the drama it all came with. 

“Then let’s work on it, we’ll keep the contract and work on becoming friends.” Trixie nodded.

“We are in this contract for about a year.” Tyler’s eyes went wide.

“A year?” She nodded.

“Did you not read the papers?” He shrugged.

“I figured it couldn’t be too bad, but alas I was wrong.” Trixie giggled and stared back at him. 

“And uh..Ali?” Tyler shifted in his seat.

“I’ll tell you the whole story one day but I ended it with her for good on the way over here, I need to focus on hockey if I ever want to get us a stanley cup.” Trixie didn’t say anything she just continued to stare at him.

“It’s not going to be easy, Trixie. I was on and off with this girl for awhile.”

“Then I’ll help you, get rid of her. Keep you distracted. I really am sorry for what I said in response to you attacking me. It wasn’t fair, I’m also sorry for breaking your sunglasses I’ll buy you a new pair. I was just...angry Tyler, I was hurt. I thought we were making progress. If you really do give me a chance, I’m not as bad as you think I am and we’ll be able to get through this a lot smoother.” Tyler nodded but didn’t say anything, this was all a little much for him but then he felt a hand placed over his making him look up from the counter top. Trixie was looking back at him with a small smile that somehow calmed his nerves. When she wasn’t being Hollywood Princess, she was actually really-

“I smell some sexual tension in here!” Tyler and Trixie both jumped back from each other. Trixie grabbed the nearest thing which happened to be a spatula and hauled it at her best friend. Tyler remember her from the club, the one who warned Tyler not to try to tame Trixie, she was going to do what she wanted either way. 

“I guess I should be going, don’t want to crash...whatever this is.” Getting up from the stool he waved over at Cami who in return waved him off and made her way into the living room. Trixie shook her head and lead him back to the front door opening it for him. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and could feel his cheeks warm up as Trixie sent him a small smile.

“I’ll email my team and tell them it's okay.” He nodded and went to make his way back to his jeep.

“Oh and Tyler, you busy on Friday?” He took a second to think.

“ I have practice in the morning and that’s it.” She nodded.

“If I send you an address would you go? I’m doing this thing for spotify and you being there would be good publicity.” Tyler pretended to act shocked.

“Do I get to hear the princess of pop sing...live?” She glared at him.

“I’ll text you, you asshole.”  She could hear him laughing as she closed the door.

“Bye Trixie.”

Trixie leaned against the back of the door, surprised at how well and how smooth that went. He was trying and that’s all that mattered. They could get through this contract, she would have her money and both their reputations would be saved.

“I know that look.” Trixie glanced up at her best friend.

“What look?”

“That look, don’t you dare-”

“Cami, I’m not going to fall for him.” She gave Trixie a look making the popstar glare back at her.

“He’s just a contract, another number.” Cami eyed her and shrugged.

“I would at least try to sleep with him before the contracts up.” Trixie didn’t say anything as she sat back down on the couch and turned the TV on. He was just another number, didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends? Her phone dinged from the table in front of her making her pick it up right away. She smiled to herself as she saw a message from Tyler. It was a picture of his radio and on it had a radio, with the artists name which happened to be her latest single. She giggled at the caption: ‘must be a sign.’

“Just another number huh, Trix?” Without thinking she threw a pillow at her best friend.

“Fuck off, Cami.”

[snarkwrites]

FFT: treat you as good as my leather ; juice ortiz

Notes:

So this one is the one in which Hazel is the one in trouble. In Rough Rider, another part of their story, it was Juice and Hazel patches him up. My bad, oops. This is why I should’ve stopped when I got tired last night. Anyway, here it is.

FYI - Alex belongs to @rampagewriting​ in her don’t fear the reaper fic; that’s her OC that’s with Chibs there. No, these two stories aren’t connected ( hers is.... so much better than anything I could possibly ever write) but.. she was nice enough to allow me to connect them for this when the muse struck. 

Summary:

Hazel only feels safe with one person. It’s just too bad that she feels like the one person probably hates her. When she turns up at Juices apartment post home invasion, things take a surprising turn.

Pairing:

Juice Ortiz x OFC, Hazel

Warnings:

mentions of a home invasion, violence & fluffy shit.

It was really the only place she felt safe and that thought had her in a state of internal uproar; that she felt safest around a man who couldn’t hate her more if he tried. At least he’s tolerant lately was the only comforting thought Hazel had as she raised her hand to knock on the apartment door belonging to Juice Ortiz.

“Juice!”

Juice eyed the door of his apartment in both amusement and confusion as soon as Hazel Teller started to pound on it. He stopped what he was doing and sat down the spatula in his hand, making his way over to the door. “This some kinda joke, Haze? It’s almost 1 am.”

“ No, no joke. I need you to open the door, please? The cops just left my apartment and I just… I couldn’t stay there alone tonight. Please open the door.” Hazel was beginning to question why exactly she didn’t just go to Alex’s place or over to Jax and Tara’s. But then she remembered that Tara would insist on sticking her nose in and Jax… Jax would have prospects camped out wherever she went and Hazel simply refused to live like that. She was trying to build a life for herself that didn’t revolve totally around the MC.

Besides, Hazel winced as she caught sight of her reflection in the screen of her phone, Jax and her mom had more than enough on their plate lately. And going to Clay with what was going on was totally out of the question. She still blatantly refused to acknowledge the slim odds that Clay might actually be her real father. The two hadn’t ever gotten along and she’d seen the scary lengths he’d go to to protect someone.

She didn’t want someone’s blood on her hands.

Juice eyed the door cautiously. Her tone held strong notes of panic and it wasn’t often he actually heard Hazel Teller really and truly afraid. It compelled him to open his apartment door, leaning in the frame. Almost the instant his eyes settled on her face and neck and arms, he was pulling her into the apartment quickly and locking all three deadbolts on his door behind him. “Haze, what the fuck happened?”

“Home invasion. I.. was showering and some assholes broke in. I caught ‘em, tried to fight ‘em off.” Hazel’s adrenaline was still coursing, she sank down onto the couch, putting her head in her hands.

If she told him a Mayan was responsible, he’d go and he’d tell everybody at the MC. Which to be fair, they did need to know. But on the other hand, the Mayan wasn’t just a rival MC club member, the Mayan was a person who resorted to desperate measures because he needed quick cash. She only knew he belonged to the Mayans because while she’d been struggling against him in their fight, she’d seen his cutte.

Or that’s what Hazel was kind of hoping, anyway. She didn’t want to make an already bad situation infinitely worse. Everyone was still on ultra-high alert because of what the Aryans had done to her mother and Alex not so long ago. To tell them that a Mayan just happened to pick her apartment for a random break-in? Probably not a good idea.

“Did you get a look at the guy?” Juice got this distinct feeling that there was so much more to the story than she was telling, but right now, he was freaking out and it literally felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. “Does Jax know? I’m gonna go ca-” he went to go and grab his cell phone but Hazel grabbed hold of his wrist, stopping him. “I don’t want him to know tonight, either. Look.. I just need you to trust me, okay? Please, can you do that?”

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his head, staring her down intently as he nodded towards her visible bruises. “Okay, so how the hell are you plannin on hidin all that?”

“I’m not. I’m going to tell Jax and my mother tomorrow I just.. Do not feel like dealing with a thousand questions tonight, okay? Look.. It’s late, I’m still freaking out…”

“And you came here.” Juice couldn’t help the puzzled look he gave her as he asked the question. “Why? I mean, last time I checked, baby girl.. You n’ me don’t exactly get along the best. You kinda hate me.”

Hazel swallowed hard. And then, upon gazing down so she didn’t have to meet his intent questioning gaze she realized that she hadn’t let go of his wrist. And that she was actually standing a lot closer than she thought. Her breath caught in her throat and she debated heavily on whether she needed to let go of his hand or not. She really didn’t want to. It felt… better somehow.

So, she didn’t let go. And maybe she stepped just a little closer, their bodies just barely grazing against each other. She sighed quietly and her shoulders slumped. “I don’t hate you.”

Juice gaped a few seconds and then he thought about it. Deep down, whether he chose to own up to it or not, he definitely had some very strong feelings about her. Despite their fighting and everything, he’d always find himself getting angry and territorial real quick if he even thought someone was about to try to hurt her somehow. “You don’t, hm?”

“No, actually… It’s more towards the opposite end of the spectrum. I just… If I don’t fight what I feel, I know things are gonna go badly. They always do for me. Always.” Hazel placed heavy emphasis on the last word, gazing up at him as she took a deep breath. She needed to just get it off her chest and out of her system.

“I came here, Juice, because I feel better around you. But if you want me to go…” she started to step away and Juice reached out, grabbing her and pulling her close again, away from the door. “No, no. You don’t have to go, baby girl. I don’t want you leavin, especially like that.” he leaned down a little, his other hand raising to her cheek. “C’mon, let’s get ya cleaned up and get some ice on your eye. I hope you didn’t hit ‘em like you hit me that one time. Barely felt it.” Juice snickered as she lightly popped at his bicep.

“Not funny. And no, I didn’t. I actually have a hell of a swing with a wooden bat.”

Juice chuckled and pulled out a chair, guiding her down into it, taking the chair beside it and pulling it so that he sat in front of her. After grabbing a faded dish towel and putting ice into it, he sat down, leaning in and pressing the towel to her face. She cringed and bit her lip and he muttered quietly, “I know it probably hurts. But I’m gonna be as gentle as I can with ya, okay? I’m gonna treat you as good as my leather, baby girl.”

Hazel could see from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t just applying the words to her current situation. She swallowed hard, locking eyes with him and nodding. “And I’ll do the same for you… I.. I mean it, okay?”

[wyntereyez]

Squid Pro Quo part thirty-four

This is the start of chapter five. Things are gonna happen; there are more transformations, we find out who is responsible, and there will be a horrible cliffhanger at the end of the chapter (not this part.)

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When Emma woke up, Killian had already slunk off downstairs. She knew he felt guilty about the inking, but Emma knew it wasn't his fault.

Honestly, it was hilarious, now that she could look back on it.

Emma had already showered, once she'd regained her mobility, so all she needed was to throw on her robe and head downstairs, where Killian and Jones were again making breakfast.

She could get used to this.

Jones handed her a coffee mug. Killian was holding Hope, who was avidly watching as he stirred a bowl of pancake batter. He wouldn't look at her.

Jones glanced between them, curious, but he didn't pry. He went back to the rasher of bacon he was cooking.

"Killian," Emma said softly.

Hope made a grab for the spoon Killian was wielding, nearly diving head first into the bowl. Killian adjusted his hold on her.

"Killian! Look at me!" He finally turned, but his gaze was downcast. "Killian, I'm not mad," she said.

They hadn't spoken when she'd gone off to shower and he'd changed the bedding; he'd been beet red with embarrassment, and she'd been afraid of laughing and making him feel worse. And by the time she got out of the shower, he'd slipped under the fresh blanket and was pretending to sleep.

Now she realized she should have said something, because he'd misinterpreted her silence.

"You're not?"

Hope grunted in frustration and lunged for the bowl, head first. Killian wrapped both arms around her before she could complete her dive.

"I'll take her while you finish," Emma said. Killian handed her over. Emma positioned Hope more comfortably, took a sip of her coffee (Jones had gotten the cream and sugar ratio perfect), and said again, "I'm not angry. I didn't say anything because I was trying not to laugh."

Jones was very carefully not looking at them, but she could tell he was listening.

Killian looked like he wasn't sure if her amusement was better or worse.

"I mean, I couldn't move for awhile, and that was a hell of a clean-up after, but I'm fine, really."

The spatula fell from Jones' fingers with a clatter. He swore, picked it up off the floor, and went to the sink to rinse it off.

"Nothing like that has ever happened to me before," Killian mumbled.

"It was an accident, Killian. It's all right!"

Jones, looking slightly pained, said, "I'm just going to leave you two alone." He looked ready to flee.

Emma blinked, confused, then realized how their conversation sounded. "Oh. No, it's nothing like that! Killian inked in the middle of the night."

Jones turned to Killian, who was blushing again. "You inked?" Killian nodded. "While human?" He nodded again.

Jones guffawed and Killian growled.

There would probably have been a beat down, but they were interrupted by the doorbell. Emma stood, bracing Hope against her shoulder, and went to answer.

Granny was at the door. She looked relaxed, if exhausted, so Emma figured there hadn't been any big emergency overnight. She invited the old wolf in, and Granny followed her to the kitchen.

There was a splatter of pancake batter on Jones' cheek, and another on Killian's chest. Emma felt as though she'd missed an epic battle.

"How was last night?" Emma asked. Killian was pouring batter into a pan, but his head was cocked to show he was listening. Jones was making another cup of coffee, probably for Granny.

"Noisy, until everyone transformed at about two in the morning. The goose IS Blue. She said it would be safer to leave her in the cell for now, and even helped reinforce it."

"Does she have any clue what's happening?"

Granny shook her head. She accepted the coffee from Jones. She took a sip and hummed in satisfaction. Jones beamed. "Not a clue. Said she found the necklace just sitting on her nightstand, touched it, and blacked out. She woke up in the middle of the night by the lake and returned to the convent, where she planned to investigate what happened, but she fell asleep, until she changed again, and doesn't remember anything until she changed back this morning."

"The necklace was just on her nightstand? It wasn't something she found a month or so ago?" Emma asked.

"Not according to Blue. Speaking of necklaces, by the way, I have Leroy's." Granny scowled down at the paper bag she'd brought in with her.

Emma wrinkled her nose. "That was bold, just leaving it in her room," Emma said.

"Aye, but leaving a magical item with the Blue Fairy for a month would be even more risky," Jones said.

"Better to give her no chance to possibly identify or track the magic," Killian said.

"Do they finish each other's sentences yet?" Granny asked.

"Thanks for letting us know. I'll make sure the dwarves' amulet gets to Regina. Get some sleep; I'm sure we'll need your help later."

Granny waved a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Slept some when everyone was human again. I actually came to give you boys something I was working on."

She fished around in the paper bag (Emma desperately hoped the amulet was in a sealed bag) and pulled out a neatly folded length of crimson fabric, then another one. "These scarves are made from pieces of Red's cloak. They don't have as much magic as the cloak, but they should have enough to prevent you from being forcibly transformed."

Wide-eyed, Killian and Jones accepted the gifts. They weren't elegant, obviously put together in haste, but they were well made. "And it didn't damage the cloak to cut these off?" Killian asked.

"Nope. Only reason the cloak is so damned big is so Red can be dramatic. Now, if you do transform, these don't have the power to return you to human form, but they should keep you human. I have the feeling we're all going to need it."

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Tagging @cocohook38 @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @killian-whump

[rorynne]

Grilled Cheese and Archery Practice

Pairing: Clint Barton/Reader

Summary: Clint stands you up after promising to teach you archery, you go to investigate.

Warnings: this gets a little steamy near the end but its not anything too bad. hints of depression and poor mental states as well.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: requested by @coffeebucko with the prompt “I dare you to kiss me.”

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You bounced on your feet as the phone rang, waiting impatiently for it to be picked up. It wasn’t, however, instead it went to voice mail after the fifth or sixth ring. You groaned. Of course, Clint doesn't pick up, the asshole probably even have his hearing aids in. You looked around the archery range for any kind of sign him was even there. The two of you had been dancing around your feelings for months, so of course, the first time you plan something even vaguely date like, he stands you up. If you didn't love that man, you would kill him.

You cursed a few times, preferring to get angry rather than sad. He was supposed to be teaching you archery. It was supposed to be fun. You stomped back to the main building of the compound. If you kept thinking about it you were gonna cry. And you'd be damned if you let that jerk make you cry. You weren't quite paying attention to your surroundings when you turned the corner and crashed into a solid mass. Arms shot out to steady you as you looked up to see Sam.

“Damn. Wasn’t expecting you of all people to throw yourself into my arms.” He teased, holding you at an arm's length. Everyone in the damn compound knew your feelings for Clint. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.” You said taking a deep breath. “Have you seen Clint anywhere?”

Sam shook his head, letting go of you, “I was looking for you to as you the same thing actually. He wasn't at training the other day, and apparently, no one’s seen him for a few days. Thought maybe you might have talked to him since you got back yesterday.”

You frowned at the news. Standing you up was completely in character, but disappearing on everyone? “No, he’s not answering my calls. What about Natasha?”

He shook his head, “She's still in Buenos Aires, should be for a week or two more.”

You chewed your lip, not quite sure what to make of the situation. “I'll call Kate.” You said, pulling up her contact on your phone. If she didn't know what was going on with Clint, something was definitely wrong.

Kate picked up with a groan, “Hello?”

“Kate!” You said, ignoring her tired voice, “Have you heard from Clint recently?”

“Y/n?” She mumbled, “It’s like 7 in the morning.”

You furrowed your brow, “What are you talking about, its 10.”

“I’m in LA,” She said, and a twinge of guilt nagged at the back of your mind, you had completely forgotten she was currently in charge of the West Coast Avengers. “And no, I haven't heard from Clint, Why?”

“We haven't heard from him in a few days, and he's not picking up my calls.”

Kate yawned, “He probably is in one of his moods. You could try checking one him at home. He keeps his key under his welcome mat so he doesn't lose it. And yes, I have told him how terrible of an idea that is.”

You chuckled slightly, “Thanks, Kate. Sorry about waking you up.”

“It's fine,” she said. “I should probably be getting up anyway. Early bird and all that. Later.”

You hung up the phone and tucked it into your pocket, “She says he's probably at home. I'll go make sure he's okay.” You explain to Sam as you turned to leave.

“Aight,” Sam nodded as you left, “Let him know me and Bucky aren't gonna go easy on him next training day!”

The compound was only about an hour away from New York City, but New Yorks famous traffic managed to double that time before you found yourself in front of Clint’s Bed-Stuy apartment building. Climbing up to the top floor, you found his key exactly where Kate said it would be. You sighed, how this man survived life this long, you would never know.

The inside of the apartment was a mess, half-empty pizza boxes on the tables, dirty clothes on the floor. You found him laying on the couch, almost falling off of it, just staring at his TV. “Are you still watching?” The screen read.

“You just gonna leave it like that?” You asked. When he didn't respond you noticed the purple hearing aids sitting on the coffee table. That explained why he didn't pick up the damn phone.

You sighed and grabbed the remote from the table, flicking the TV off. “Y/N? How did you get in?” Clint asked, finally noticing you. “Did Katie tell you where the key was?”

Annoyance pulsed through you as you remembered this morning at the archery range. “Yes.” You signed sharply. You looked over him as he sat up. “Take a shower.” You ordered in sign. “You're a mess.” He started to argue but stopped when he saw the look on your face. Sighing, he stood up and marched upstairs to his shower. At least you hoped. He wasn't going to be happy if you had to dump a bucket of water over his head to get him clean.

With him out of the room, you tidied it up a bit, tossing the pizza boxes in the trash, kicking his dirty clothes into a pile. He could do his laundry his damn self, but at least it cleared up a lot of the clutter. You looked at Lucky, lying half asleep on the floor. “Dogs really do take after their owners don't they.” You said to yourself as you walked into the kitchen area.

The sorry state of his fridge and pantry made you sigh yet again. The bread was slightly stale, but the cheese was still in date, so grilled cheeses it would have to be. As upset as you were, you weren't going to just let his self-destructive tendencies win. You cared too much to let that happen.

“Why are you doing this?” Clint asked from the entryway as you poked at the sandwiches.

“Because Clint, I care about you too much to let you sabotage yourself.” You said, flipping the grilled cheeses over, not looking at him. Part of you wanted to smack him just for asking. “You might be too terrified fo commitment to admit your feelings, but I'm tired of dancing around mine.”

“What does my fear of commitment have to do with you coming over and angrily cooking food?”

You fought the urge to throw the spatula in your hand out the window. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the ceiling in efforts to calm yourself. “You were going to teach me archery today. It, it was supposed to be a Thing.”

You heard Clint swear as he stepped closer, “Y/N, I forgot, I completely forgot. I’m sorry.” He grabbed your arm gently and you felt your heart pulse. You didn't even want apologies, you knew him well enough to expect this shit by now. You never cared about apologies.

“That's not even the point.” You said, flipping the sandwiches over once more.

“Then what is the point?” He asked. When you didn't answer, he pulled you away from the stove, trapping you against the counter with his arms. “Tell me what the point is, Y/N.”

You stared up at him, his tall frame towering over yours, hair still soaked, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. “My point is,” Your voice shook as you spoke. “My point is, I'm tired of dancing around the fact that we have feelings for each other. Everyone and their mother knows we do. But you're too much of a coward to admit it to yourself. Christ Clint. I, I, I, I dare you to kiss me.”

Clint froze for a moment, unsure of what to do as he looked down at you, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. “Fuck it.” He finally said, crashing his lips down onto yours.

You weren't expecting it. Hell, you thought daring him to kiss you was just going to take him back off. You felt like your heart was going to explode the moment his lips met yours. He tasted like spearmint toothpaste and water dripped off his hair onto your face, making you laugh into the kiss. He might be a human train wreck, but god did you love him.

You felt his arms curl around you, and your hands snaked up to his neck in response. You moaned as his thumb brushed gently against your back, only encouraging him more. In one deft movement, he lifted you up and onto the counter, wrapping your legs around him. He tugged at your shirt as a high pitched screech broke through the kitchen.

The two of you pulled away to see the room filled with smoke. “Aw, grilled cheese, no,” Clint whined at the blackened source of the smoke. You moved to open a window as Clint put the pan in the sink. Choking on the smoke, you tried your best to fan it out of the apartment. The screeching of the alarm stopped as he disconnected it.

You sighed, looking at him. “Looks like lunch isn’t happening.”

“I have pizza on speed dial,” Clint said, scratching the back of his head. “And some targets in the back if you still wanted to learn.”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

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[grems-decentintomadness]

August 11, 2021, 2:14PMe

You'll have a lovely time knowing about this one^^. I'm probably having the worst day of my life. This one's geniunely all on me to be honest, I procrastinated on the study material myself, my mother just reacted.

So the jist of the story is, I lied about how many assignments I had right? And I ALSO procrastinated on the ones I'm "supposed" to do, so when my mum wanted to take a look at them, all hell broke loose. She called one of my friends, my tutor and it was... It was horrible. I did end up finishing the allotted assignments I told her about, along with the other two I didn't let her know existed as well. Throughout the night, because our big jabs started happening right around 11, ending up at me being beat right till 11 past 30. I got beat with three different types of sticks, a broom, a spatula and another whip looking thing, if anyone was curious. Anyways this happens and I finish the assignments, all of them by the time morning happens, then I show the three to my tutor via the internet, and he gives the okay. She's still angry with me, I can tell but she's apologized twice over and given me a grave warning as well... Simply put, she told me that she'd marry me off if this shit kept repeating itself, and honestly, if that really ends up happening... I'll just kill myself. I do not care what anyone says, that's the highest form of torture you can put ME in atleast, and I think dyings much better than living for the next 50 to 60 years, like that of all things. No shade to the home-makers, but if I'm forced into that, which I probably will, I'm killing myself. Point-blank period.

Anyways, before she leaves for school, I sneak in my other two assignments, and I'm kinda somewhat relieved now. It'd been a rather long day by then, didn't sleep, body slightly sore, all the pent up dissapointment, it all took it's toll on me. So I went to sleep. I think I had a calm four hours, had a odd dream but it was pretty nice too. Woke up hoping that things would be better... They weren't. She knows about the other two assignments after all. The submission group probably made them break the things into groups, and she you know, saw the other two rogue assignments inside... She's in the hospital to see my grandmother, and we just talked a moment ago. She didn't sound angry, obviously since my she wouldn't want my grandma to worry, but I know I'm done. Not in the I'm gonna get beat again, honestly I'd welcome it this time round. I deserve it. But more so in the "How am I going to regain her trust" sort of way. She hated me, I could tell by the looks, she said I acted like dad. That was the ultimate insult in my area to be honest. But there was a chance of forgiveness, since we've always done that. This time though, I'm not sure anymore. It's very ironic to say, but as much as I love her, I'm more plummeted by the fact that she's probably going to give me the ultimate punishment- forcing my marriage. I would probably just kill myself, I'm sorry if you think I'm overreacting about this, but I'd really just rather die. What's sadder is, she really had hopes for me, and this might seem miniscule to some of you, but it broke the camel's back, I know it. She's been telling me to get away from the internet, I didn't listen to her, till last night. Thats how much convincing I needed.

I wish I could cry about this, but I don't know why, not a single droplet of tears left my eyes, it's like they just don't exist. I'm very emotional when it comes to things, so it's a fucking miracle that I haven't shed a single tear, even when I was trying to. Maybe I'm not crying because I know, this is all my fault. No matter how you look at it, it's my fault. And okay my mother's not the "best" parent in the world, but then again, I'm probably on the worse side of daughters myself. I've broken her trust, so many times. It was a miracle really, the fact that she didn't leave me till now. All my life, I've lied and lied, I've destroyed her image with so much stupid shit, I've shoplifted and she's had to deal with it, (only once but it was... Some other time maybe) all of it, everything. Shes been mad, she's been dissapointed, but it's very different this time. She won't come back to her usual self this time. She's left me. And the worst part is, I can't even muster up the courage, anything... Because there really is nothing to say.

It's so fucking funny, because I had my hand read, a long time ago, and the guy said I had a huge chance of becoming a doctor. Recently again, I had my hand read by one of my aunties, she said that I'd have to face some serious problems with my studies, after I was 18. That my mum was gonna try and marry me off... The worst part is I can see it take motion, as I move. That prophecies swirling up and formulating so fast, I don't think I can stop it either. She also read my mum's hand, it said that there was a high chance that one of her children were gonna give her the opportunity to be able to live outside this horrid place, aka where I live. Maybe that was my brother, but I doubt it, since he wants to go IF I'm able to go... I need to leave this country. It's either that or I'll leave this world, I'm sorry, there's no in-between. I'm done if my final options getting forced married. I just am.

[chainsawbettyloo]

Title: Boomerang Compliments 

Pairing: Sidlink 

Rating: E for everyone

Tags: fluff, established relationship, compliments, lovey dovey, they’re married, farm AU

Summary: They're on a farm, they love each other but sometimes, Link has a bit of a hard time comprehending how he ended up being lucky enough that he was able to marry such an amazing, handsome man

A/N: It took me such a long time to get this prompt OTL But, I hope that it’s okay! You didn’t say anything about farm AU and I wasn’t planning on writing a farm AU but that’s what this ended up as....

Cross posted on my AO3! Comments, reblogs and kudos are much appreciated! Also, prompts are still open so if you got one, send it my way

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Ignoring the sun beating down hard onto his back, Link roamed around on his hands and knees, yanking up pesky weeds as he found them. Being excessively mindful of the delicate plants that needed to stay firmly rooted in the soil, he blinked away the sweat that broke through the protective barrier of his eyebrows and dripped into his eyes. Every so often, he paused, wiped a sleeve or bare arm across his forehead, leaving behind a smear of dirt. The thin material of his work shirt stuck in all the wrong places and was completely drenched in several areas. Around him was the overwhelming, pleasant scent of plants and earth.

Tossing the weeds over his shoulder, letting them accumulate in a small pile on the edge of the garden, he paid less attention to the invaders he was expelling - eventually, the motion became second nature, with little focus needing to be put towards it - and more to the bounty that was growing in the massive garden that wrapped around his and Sidon’s small wooden house. Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, peas, eggplant, zucchini, lettuce and cabbage; watermelons, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries; mint, basil, spinach, coriander, parsley and lavender - a goddamn feast of nature. Mouthwatering, jaw dropping, envy sprouting, just about the most beautiful sight anyone could lay their eyes on, and yes, he did intend to brag quite a bit about it when he next wandered into town.

And this year had been the most bountiful harvest the farm had had in a while. With the amount they had grown, there was more than enough to fill their cellar to the bursting point, and still have bushels full to take to the market to sell. Link felt a rueful smile tug at his lips. Last winter had been more than cruel, it had been gruesome. Bad for him, worse for Sidon who was used to the warm weather of the West. Link was, at least, used to the kinds of winters they got up in the North but poor Sidon - it had nearly knocked him straight outta his boots. Got to a point where his husband had been confined to the house, plopped straight down in front of the fire at all times. Drove him nearly goddamn crazy but he had survived the winter with his life, all digits and limbs intact.

Still, it had easily been one of the worst winters Link had ever lived through. Not the absolute worse - no, that honor belonged to the winter of his eleventh year, when his Paw had moved the family up to this neck of the woods. Mam’s uncle got kicked by a horse and died due a ruptured stomach, leaving her his farm, as well as everything on it - equipment, house, animals, barn, the whole picture. Paw, who had constantly filled the air with whining, whistling complaints about his job and the inferior pay, decided they’d take it, go back to living off the land like the settlers of the past, and made the family leave their small, albeit comfortable apartment in the city, and took ‘em up North.

Problem was, fucking bastard hadn’t had a lick of goddamn sense in his bald head. Also didn’t help he was about as smart as a boot, and as stubborn as a cranky mule. He weren’t ever wrong, it was everyone else who was wrong. Paw had brought them here without a single inkling as to what went into farming, fucked up nearly everything by the time fall had started, and when the first snow started trickling down from the grey sky, they were in what Link now referred to as ‘shit territory’. Their first winter on the farm had been hell on earth, and came close to killing just about all of them. Mam, a frail thing that coughed with every other word and who always had the complexion of old wash water, didn’t make it through that winter. Paw lost his left foot and three fingers on his left hand to frostbite. What animals they had had left froze to death, leaving them with nothing but the goddamn house, which, at that point, was about as bare and empty as a whorehouse on Sunday.

Paw didn’t stick around after that. He took Mam’s ashes, clamored up onto the back of the horse he was “borrowing” from a friend then left without a single glance back. Fled back to the city, leaving behind failure, decay and one goddamn unhappy kid. Link had been given the option to go but had vehemently spat into the hand offered to him. Angry didn’t even come close to describing how he had felt - he was pretty darn sure there wasn’t a single word in existence that could come close to articulating that rage. No way on earth was he gonna quietly follow after his Paw again. He’d rather suffocate in cow shit than do that. So, he had stayed. Goddamn eleven year boy, alone on a barren plot of land with no animals, no food and no idea what the fuck he was doing.

It was a miracle he had survived a day. He managed...somehow, he had managed. First few years were a blur, he couldn’t hardly remember a single second of them. There were flashes to be found inside his head but none of them pleasant so he didn’t linger on them. Things had gotten better six years in, and achieved ‘good’ level by the time he was twenty. Now, what had once been empty, hard, wasting land was filled with beautiful, vibrant, colorful life. Nearly every goddamn inch was covered with his harvest, his crops that had been nurtured and grown by his own hands. Standing up, head whirling with dizziness from the abrupt movement, he brushed the dirt from his hands and happily surveyed the land stretched out around him. Well, not just his hands. A good amount of the hard work that had led to such a bounty belonged to his husband.

Despite being a city boy with little to no knowledge of how to grow anything, Sidon had fared far better than expected. It was a little shameful to think of it now but during the beginning stages of him and Sidon living together, which had just been around the time winter was closing in, Link had been scared that it’d just be a repeat of the first winter he had spent on this land. Course, that line of thought had never been expressed to his husband. No, that was something he kept locked up tight in his heart. Thankfully, Sidon had quickly proved him wrong. The winter had been tough on him, which in of itself had been terrifying, but despite him being a bit stubborn and foolhardy, he knew when to shut up and listen, knew when to admit he was wrong, and, perhaps most importantly, learned from his mistakes, rather than run away from them. He supposed that while his father was the embodiment of everything not to do, Sidon was the opposite end of the spectrum.

Pushing sweat soaked hair off his forehead, Link closely inspected the patch of vegetation he was currently standing in, looking for even the slightest hint of something that shouldn’t be there. Only thing he could find was a nasty looking sprig growing right on the boundaries. He quickly yanked it up, tossed it away and nodded in satisfaction. One section done, fifteen more to do but before that, food. A quick sniff of the fresh, warm morning air told him Sidon was cooking up some breakfast. Floating from the open window in the kitchen was the mouth-watering scents of greasy sausages, fluffy flapjacks and something sweet. His stomach immediately began to make its excitement and anticipation known, gurgling and rumbling loud enough that it was almost deafening. Figuring there was no reason for lollygagging, Link set off towards their small house.

Going in through the screened kitchen door, which squeaked in protest as he pushed it open, he found the table already set and Sidon hovering over the fireplace. His long, vibrant red hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Little wisps of ruby hung around his broad, smooth face, floating softly in the sparkling morning sunlight. Long, slender fingers held onto a greased soaked spatula, which was currently being used to roll around several thick lengths of sizzling sausages. At the sound of the door opening, he turned and smiled dazzlingly, golden eyes sparkling with energy, enthusiasm and excitement, “There you are! Wash up, I’ll be done in just a second.”

For a moment, he was absolutely gobsmacked, utterly in awe of the person who he had been given the privilege to call his husband. How he had managed to end up married to someone so immensely beautiful was such a goddamn mystery to him. Not that he considered himself unprepossessing or repugnant - he actually was rather proud of his looks and personality - it was just that while he was a solid five or six, Sidon was an eleven. Very well-educated, articulate, dignified and clever - there was a reason his nickname had been ‘Prince’ back in his hometown. Compared to Link, who had a sea of dirt underneath his fingernails at any given moment, had problems getting out even the simplest of sentences, and whose schooling had stopped at addition and subtraction, he was so far out of his league that they might as well be on different continents.

“You’re going to make me blush if you keep staring.” Sidon said teasingly, favoring him with a warm, playful smile.

Blushing a bit himself, realizing that he had been blankly staring at his husband for several silent, awkward moments, Link let the kitchen door noisily slam shut behind him and sheepishly made his way over to the small washroom just off the kitchen. After quickly scrubbing his hands clean, taking extra care that the caked dirt underneath his fingernails was thoroughly removed, he splashed some of the refreshingly cool water on his face, made a mental note to top off the jug after breakfast and then dried both his face and hands off.

Walking back into the kitchen, he nearly collided with Sidon, who was waiting for him just outside the washroom. Managing to stop just in time, Link came to a stop, and looked up at him in confusion. Arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest, he regarded Link with a scrutinizing gaze and said, “You were thinking it again.”

“Huh?”

Sidon reached forward to gently tap the center of Link’s forehead with one finger, “You were thinking again that I’m out of your league, that I’m too good for you, that there’s a difference in quality between the two of us.”

Link gawked at him. It shouldn’t have been that obvious. If there was one thing he prided himself most on, it was his poker face. Even in the worst of times, he could remain, at least, looking like he was in control. His mind could be a shambles of anxiety and panic, and no one would know but him. The only emotions that showed on his face were the ones he deemed were acceptable. Could Sidon see right through that? The moment that thought crossed his mind, he realized it was an incredibly stupid one. Of course Sidon could see right through him, see him right down to his core, leaving him bared and naked in his gaze. How many times had Sidon been able to sense what he was feeling, without him ever speaking a word? How often did Sidon articulate the very same thought that he had been struggling to get out? Really, he shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

“Link…” Sidon sighed, tucking a curl of red behind his ear.

Ears burning with embarrassment and shame, Link fought against the urge to lower his head and opened his mouth to give some kind of reassurance or defensive, he hadn’t decided at that point when Sidon, suddenly, reached forward to firmly cup his face in the palms of his hands. Leaning down, he stared intently into Link’s eyes, his golden gaze so strong and intense that the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving behind nothing but that rich, beautiful hue.

“You are incredible, Link.” Sidon said firmly, “When I first came down here, I was awestruck by how you were able to run this farm on your own. Back home, when you used to talk about your farm, I never truly came to the realization of just how much work it was, how much effort it took to keep everything running smoothly, and yet, you handle it with such ease. And you’ve been doing it since you were a kid. That’s amazing, Link! You’re amazing! You’re so smart and strong and capable! There was so much that I didn’t understand when I first came here, and I’ll admit, it was so overwhelming that it was scary but because I was with you, because you were able to lead me with such a confident, loving hand that I was able to learn, to grow. I-”

Clapping a hand over Sidon’s mouth, the battle against bowing his head now lost, Link stared down at the floor, knowing his face had to be as red as the tomatoes happily growing outside, and mumbled, “E-enough, I get it.”

Yanking his hand away, Sidon pulled his head back up, his gaze softer and warmer now, “I love you, Link. I love you so much, and I think you’re one of the most wondrous people. Your resolve, your strength, your steadfast nature, your kindness; all of it make it impossible for me not to adore and admire you. You think that it's a mystery how someone like me and someone like you ended up together but the answer is so simple.”

Closing the small distance between them, Sidon gently pressed his lips against Link’s. Breathing out sharply through his nose, Link, still thoroughly flustered, managed to clumsily wrap his arms around Sidon’s broad shoulders. Pushing himself up onto his tiptoes so that his husband wouldn’t have to lean down so far, grateful for the reprieve in the constant barrage of compliments, heart hammering hard against the confines of his ribs, Link focused intently on the feeling of Sidon’s firm lips pressed against his own. These were the only lips he had ever kissed, and they were also the ones he was intending on kissing. He was pretty sure there were no other pair that could compare.

Breaking the kiss far too soon, Sidon leaned back, two bright blotches of red dying his cheeks, and smiled lovingly, “You’re irresistible, Link. If anything, I’m grateful that you chose me.”

Panting a little, Link stared up at him in surprise for a moment then shyly lowered his head. Biting his lip, he pulled in a deep breath, clenched his hands into tight fists and choked out in a gushing rush of words, “I didn’t choose. You were the only ones I had eyes for. I couldn’t look away from you. There was no one else but you.”

He felt Sidon jerk in surprise, which was followed by a giddy giggle. Suddenly, he was pulled into a tight embrace and Sidon was raining little kisses all over his face. Pulled up off the floor, all he could do was hang in his husband’s embrace as every inch of his skin was blessed with a soft smooch. Not that he was complaining about being in such a predicament. Wrapping his arms loosely around Sidon’s broad back, he felt a big smile naturally appear on his face. Getting those words out, as embarrassing as they were, felt so good. Stuff like that didn’t come easily to him, but he would need to make a habit of saying that kind of thing more often. He was sure Sidon would appreciate it as well.

“I love you, Link.” Sidon breathed, nuzzling against him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Link mumbled in return, feeling like all the blood in his body was currently in his face.

“I’m glad, Link. I’m so glad.”

“Me too.” Link whispered, snuggling closer to him, burying his face into the crook of Sidon’s shoulder.

There they stayed for a long while, simply enjoying each other’s touch and warmth when Sidon, suddenly, jerked and yelled, “The sausages!”

Dropping Link rather abruptly, he darted over to the fire, which had died down to a glimmer. After regaining his balance, Link followed after him. Looking over his shoulder, he found that, thankfully, the sausages were a bit burnt but far from inedible. It probably hadn’t been that long of a time between Sidon leaving the fire’s side to now. Drooping his shoulders, Sidon sighed in relief then turned to smile sheepishly up at him, “Maybe, next time, we should keep a conversation like that as tabletop discussion.”

Link smiled back and nodded, grateful that they hadn’t had been burnt to a hunk of rock. Sidon would have been so dismayed if that had happened. Stepping up to his side, he gazed down at the pan for a moment, then glanced over at his husband. Reaching over, a little hesitantly, he brushed the backs of his fingers along the curve of Sidon’s cheek. Without taking his eyes away from the fire, Sidon reached up to take his hand in his own, brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. Swallowing with some difficulty, Link took a deep breath, knelt down beside him, leaned over and lightly kissed the corner of his husband’s mouth.

He felt Sidon turn in what was surely a motion to capture his lips in a firm kiss but before he could manage that, he pulled back. Their eyes met, Sidon’s gaze a little surprised, and Link fought to keep the contact. Taking another deep breath, he choked the first time he tried to get the words out but managed success the second time.

“I think you’re incredible too. You were thrown into a situation that you were lost in. You not only made the best of it, you thrived. You kept going even if you failed. You put so much effort into learning everything you could, and made the best out of everything. You adapted, even though it was difficult. And I’m,” he couldn’t do it anymore. His gaze fell to the floor, his cheeks practically glowing with heat, “really proud of you.”

Everything had sounded better in his head but he had, at least, managed to get the jist of it out. Abruptly standing, trembling a little, he turned to make his way over to the table, where he planned to become very acquainted with every detail of his plate, when Sidon grabbed his hand. Coming to a stop, he bit his lip, hoping that he wouldn’t be made to turn around. Thankfully, his husband seemed to sense that he was close to being overwhelmed and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Warm breath ghosted over his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Squeezing tightly, Sidon placed a warm kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Thank you, Link. You just made me incredibly happy.”

Wrapping his fingers lightly around the wrist of one of the arms encasing him, he leaned back into Sidon’s warmth and mumbled, “I’m glad.”

Another kiss then Sidon said, “Go sit down. I’ll get everything ready.”

With that, he released Link from his embrace. Grateful to be able to escape to the safety of the table but also mourning the loss of his husband’s warmth, he strode over, plopped down in his chair and forced himself to keep his chin up. Some of the heat was slowly seeping out of his cheeks, though he was pretty certain he was still a bright shade of red. Still, he discovered that he was happy. He was incredibly happy. Happier than he had been just minutes ago, when he had been outside, surveying the fruits of their labor. He felt happy, light and just plain good. Without a doubt, even though it was difficult, he would need to make a habit of having discussions like that with Sidon more often. It would probably be good for the both of them.

[kingofthewolves]

A late gift

She had spent all day pacing, if one didn't know any better it looked as if she wore a dark line into the ground below. Hand upon her chin as she hummed in thought with knit brows. Something weighing heavily upon her mind.

"Shi'. Wot do ah' get er.."

Velrian sighed through her nostrils in a frustrated attempt to figure out what she was going to get the paladin for her birthday. She was late. She was at least a week late upon getting a gift. She hand't made anything, she hadn't bought anything, hell. She found herself unable to come up with a reasonable gift. 

"Pelts? No..."

"Rings? No...she ain't really tha' jewelry wearin' type."

"Armor? She got er' custom fit."

Velrian hung her head dejectedly as she came to a halt. 

"Shi'."

[ It is kinda long! However tag mentions to @burning-bastion ]

Finally deciding to take a seat at her desk, Velrian crossed one leg over the other as she continued to think. The cerulean hue falling upon the leather bracers she wore, her gift from Ayla. Something so thoughtful and the meaning behind them simply stunned the warrior. That and she had recieved them far before their birthday. Turning to face the window she'd draw a slow breath. Reaching out she grabbed the quill and ink while gathering a piece of parchment as well.

'My sun....'

Scratch. She'd start again below.

'She was bold. A heart of gol--'

Once more she scratched out the words. Snarling lightly before gathering the paper and crumpling it up before tossing it aside. Velrian wasn't good with poetic words. No, she was a woman of action and emotion, physically binding things rather than sweet songs. However there wasn't anything wrong with words, and so, she'd try again.

'To my sun You encircle me. Every thought. Every echo. It is like a madness that calms a storm. Gentle waves of heat and gold that encase me so. My sun. I will be at your back should you falter. Or fall. My arms are wide as stone walls, baring. I will be your castle. I will be your shield. As long as you are my sun...'

Velrian sighed as she looked to the page frowning at her words. As she thought, she wasn't poetic. However she would still give Ayla, this so called poem. Next she'd head to Stormwind, look around the shops, maybe she could find something there that she liked? Who knows. As long as she has known Ayla, she still didn't have a beat upon the woman's taste. She was just a love struck fool who simply wanted to do nothing but spend her waking hours with her.

Hours had gone by. Velrian had looked up and down every shop imaginable for something gift worthy. Despite knowing the woman didn't drink much, Velrian bought a bottle of bourbon, it had a hint of cherry. Not too strong or not too weak in flavor and was quite bold and strong. Velrian knew that Ayla didn't drink much, not like her at least. However it would be a thing for occasion! Despite the bottle of alcohol she knew wouldn't get put to much use, she was coming up with dead ends. Taking a rest at one of the benches around the city the warrior sighed and slumped. As a defeated look upon her face grew.

"Damnit all, eh'. Ah've no clue wot ta get er'.."

Soon all the shops would be closing and all she'd have to show for her efforts were a sadly written poem and a bottle of bourbon. Velrian shook her head quickly before electing to stand and return to her search. She just couldn't give up! As she walked a shop caught her attention. Eyes turning towards the thin glass, behind it was a heavy black cast iron skillet. 

"Maybe tha', but would she' think ah' got eit cuz she should be in tha' kitchen...? Nah, she wouldn't would she? Ah' know she likes ta cook...N’ she needs ah new skillet..." 

Shrugging her shoulders the warrior strode inside and spoke with the shop keep. Along with the skillet she got various other items. From the skillet to a spatula to a new set of knifes. Velrian with her arms now full decided it was time to head back to the apartment. Hopefully the paladin wouldn't be too angry with her late gift-- gifts.