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The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

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“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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All Tangled Up

Original request from my darling rose @formyfandoms:  Good Evening, Miss Erin! I was here, wondering if I could get a request? I’m thinking maybe a Steve thing, where your super close to Tony, Bruce and Vision, until one night, you’re having a super tough time, and the three are busy with one thing or another, and Stevie, who let’s say has been ‘crushing’ invites himself into your room to watch Netflix, and have cuddles, and then falls asleep with you, and wakes up cuddling you, and lil kisses? If you can do this, thank thank you so much! Love you!

A/N: Okay, it might not be 100000% true to the prompt, but it’s damn near close and I’m pretty proud of it. I really hope you like it!!!!

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: None


“Bruce, where are you guys?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but Tony and I were asked to bring Vision to the New York sanctum. You know that Strange has been trying to study all of the infinity stones he has access to.”

“Bruce…”

“We don’t know what his magic can do, and we don’t want to piss him off. You know what happened last time we underestimated someone with manipulative powers.”’

“Yeah, I know.”

“I know it’s tough, but I promise we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can.”

I nod, regardless of whether or not he can see. “Okay. Alright, I can work with that.”

“What?” Bruce’s voice sounds distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “It’s (Y/N). What? Tony, you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. Tony-Tony, please, I’m trying to talk to- what?” I hear him sigh in exasperation. “He wants to know if he can talk to you.”

“Of course he can.”

The other end is silent as Bruce hands off the phone to Tony. “Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a kid, Tony.”

“Whatever,” He laughs. “What’s up? You doing okay?”

“I’m having a rough day. I miss you guys.”

“We should be home soon, don’t worry. We could be done faster if Mr. Mysterious would let go of Vision’s head and let him show the good doctor what he can do!”  From the volume of his voice I can only assume he’s leaning away from the phone and yelling at the sorcerer, trying to get him to do what he wants.

“It’s okay, Tony. I can figure out how to deal until you get back.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t get yourself killed while you’re there.” My brow furrows. “Sounds like you’re already picking a fight.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The guy has some pretty fantastic facial hair. We’ll bond. Soon we’ll be awesome facial hair bros. It’s going to happen. Just you wait and see.”

I laugh. “Don’t forget to trademark that one.”

“Don’t worry, I’m already contacting a paralegal to make sure it happens. I-what?” Tony’s voice fades away as he pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Sorry, looks like I have to let you go.”

“Okay,”

“We’ll see you as soon as we get back.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

The line goes dead and I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?”

I turn my head towards the source of the voice and find Steve in the doorway of my room. I shrug and turn back to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve. I’m not really having the best day.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. I’m having a less than great day and my support system is probably somewhere in Manhattan, yucking it up with the sorcerer supreme.”

“What?”

“Tony, Bruce and Viz are at the New York sanctum so Doctor Strange can study the infinity stone stuck in Vision’s head and I miss them. A Lot.”

“Oh,” Steve’s tone indicates that he may have finally understood. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

I shrug again. “I don’t know. Unless you want to lay in bed with me all day and binge watch Glee, then the answer is probably gonna be ‘no’.”

He shrugs and saunters over to my bed, plopping down beside me and propping his socked feet up on the mattress. “What season are you on right now?” He asks, scooting up towards the headboard.

“Five,” I answer, heaving myself up into a sitting position and grabbing my laptop from beside my bed. He groans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a quiet thud. I look at him with my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What?”

“Are you just starting the season?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” I open up my laptop and select the first episode of the season. “Is Captain America a big fat softie?”

“I’ll have you know I am very in touch with my emotions.”

“Yeah, sure,” I snort and roll my eyes.

“Shh, watch the show.”

“What the fuck!?” I yell, slamming the laptop shut and rubbing tears away with the butt of my hand. “What the hell!”

“I told you!” Steve says, wiping away his own tears.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” I grouse. “Fucking Glee, messing with my emotions. Shit.”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Fuck you,” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. We sit silently for a moment before I turn to Steve and wrap my arms around his middle. “Yes.”

Steve laughs shakily and wraps his arms around my shoulders, shuffling us down the bed and pulling a blanket up and over us before opening my laptop again and starting the next episode. “It’ll get better.”

“Lies,” I growl into his chest. “Lies and slander.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to keep watching, now aren’t you?”

“Fine,” I grumble. “But I’m kicking your ass if it ends badly.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He murmurs. I feel him smile against my hair as the next episode starts.

Somewhere around the middle of the Christmas special, I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I can’t stay awake any longer.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally hearing the dialogue from the show in the background.

“Hey, doll, you still with me?” Steve asks quietly.

I shake my head no and press my face more firmly into his side, chasing after the warmth his body radiates.

I feel a laugh rumble through his chest and his body shifts a little before he pulls the covers up to my shoulders. He rolls onto his side and rests his arm over my waist, his warmth seeping through the blankets.

I hum contentedly and cuddle into him before drifting off completely.

If (Y/N) could see the stupid smile plastered on Steve’s face, she would probably laugh. He fondly remembers her teasing over him crying over Glee and shakes his head.

She looks so incredibly peaceful and the way she’s pressed against his body makes his heart pound so hard that he’s certain (Y/N) can hear it.

He runs the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before gently combing through her hair. She makes a quiet needy sound at the back of her throat and takes a fistful of his shirt to pull herself closer to him.

Steve swears his heart stops and he can’t help wrapping his arms around her. He doubts she would let him do this if she were anywhere close to lucid, but he’s glad that he gets to hold her while he can.

(Y/N) buries her face in his chest and Steve’s eyes shutter closed.

He falls asleep to the sound of (Y/N)’s gentle, even breathing.

“Steve?” His name is out of my mouth before I’m even fully awake.

“Hmm?” He hums sleepily, one of his hands gently combing through my hair.

“Did I fall asleep on you?”

I feel more than hear the chuckle that jolts through his chest. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, hiding my face against his chest. “Wait, are we cuddling?”

I feel Steve tense up and slowly move his arms away from my body. “Sorry…”

“I’m not saying that was an invitation to stop.” I say hastily, pulling his arms back around me. “Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, I mean… you were asleep and I just…” He looks away from me, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. I carefully reach up and push his hair away from his forehead.

“Steve, just tell me.”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“You know I can’t promise that.” I lift my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue.

He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath and answering my question.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long and you just looked so content, I couldn’t help it.” He finally meets my eyes and I can’t help the smile that finds its way onto my face. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because your an adorable, bashful, dumb dork.” I shake my head. “I’ve probably had a crush on you since I joined the team.”

“You what?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice!”

“How could I have?!”

“How could you not, Cap?” Tony’s voice sounds from the doorway. “What with her constant mooning over you always saying things like, “Oh, Steve is so handsome! He’s so strong and capable!” He says in a mocking falsetto, his hands clasped together and fluttering his eyelashes. “I wish he’d let me show him what I’m capable of.”

“Okay, that’s quite enough from you!” I declare, grabbing one of my throw pillows and chucking it at Tony’s head.

“Hey!” Tony protests, batting the pillow out of the air.

“Get outta here!” I say, holding up another pillow.

“Okay, okay! I’ll leave you two to your gross shenanigans.” Tony says, running away from the second throw pillow as it sails through the air towards him.

I settle back into Steve and he chuckles softly.

“So you like me, huh?” Steve murmurs.

“Oh shut up,” I mutter, pulling his face down to mine and pressing my lips against his. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his body before deepening the kiss.

He breaks away and peppers kisses across my cheeks and around my lips before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll do anything you say, doll.”


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Kid (Rafael Casal x Reader)

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Warnings- mentions of rape and non consent, sorta smutty

Request- “Rafa x reader where reader is Daveed’s baby sister and Rafa tries really hard not to like her but they get drunk at a party with the Hamilcast and end up having sex and Daveed finds out please? <3″

(I know there’s supposed to be an order, and I feel terrible for the people who have been waiting awhile for their requests I promise I’m working on it but I got these request yesterday and I honestly haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Dear God this took me 15 hours to write)

Song- Move – Little Mix

Words- 4,415

“Jesus Christ, Diggs’ll kill him.” Rafael breathed, staring at the house with his hand on the back of his head. You hugged your legs tighter to your chest and stared at the ground. Rafa sat next to you with a huff and spread his legs out in front of him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, staring up at the starry sky. You rested your cheek against your knee and looked at him for a moment, before shrugging and looking back out at the empty street. He knocked his shoulder against yours. “I’ve been told I’m a great listener.” 

You snorted. “Who told you that?” 

“Your mom.” 

You hummed in response and played with some rubber hanging off of your shoe. 

“C’mon kid, what’s up?” he asked. 

You sighed and rested your arms on your knees. “I said I would kiss him because why not? I’m fourteen now.” Rafa nodded and urged you to continue. “So we left the fire and went up in the tree house. He put this big plastic toy thing in front of the door. He said it was because everyone was teasing us and he didn’t want them to come in.” Rafael scooted closer and put his hand on the sidewalk behind you. “It was so dark in there.” you continued. I had no idea where he was, and then I felt him kiss me and I backed up into the wall, but he just followed me and kissed me again. I tried to push him off , but he wouldn’t move and then he tried to put his tongue inside my mouth and it was gross and slimy and ugh!” You spat into the street. “So I kneed him in the crotch and ran away. That’s when I called Daveed.” 

Rafael sputtered and tried to hide his laughter. “Good…good job.” he said. You smiled momentarily and looked down. “I’m really sorry he did that to you. Guys are dicks.” 

You scoffed. “Yeah, guys are dicks.” 

“But hey, seriously.” You looked over to him. “When you get to be my age,”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re like barely three years older than me.” 

“A lot changes in that time trust me.” You pursed your lips and let him continue.” When you’re my age, you’re probably not gonna think that tongues and kissing and all that is gross, but like, that doesn’t mean anyone should get to do something like he just did. If you’re uncomfortable, even if you normally like…whatever’s happening, you can and should leave.” he said. 

You nodded and put your head on his shoulder briefly. “Thanks Rafa.” you whispered. He smiled and nodded. You sighed and tipped your head to the sky, closing your eyes. “I just wish I could have a do over you know?” You rolled your head to the side and looked at Rafael. “Like…that was a really sucky first kiss right?” 

Rafa laughed quietly and looked up at you. “I…I could-” His head turned toward the house. You followed his gaze and saw Daveed walking out. 

“What?” you asked. “What were you gonna say?” 

“Nothing, it’s…nothing.” he said, staring at Daveed. You stood up and faced your brother who instantly pulled you into a hug. 

“You didn’t actually hurt him did you?” you asked, fearing for your social standing. 

Daveed huffed. “Unfortunately, no. But believe me, he’ll leave you alone from now on.” 

You looked down, feeling embarrassed. “Thanks for coming…I’m sorry, I know you had friends over.” you said with a glance at Rafa. 

Daveed grabbed your shoulders, and you looked up at him. Jesus, he was tall. They both were. “The second anybody, especially boys, give you trouble, Rafa and I will always come running.” Daveed looked to Rafael for confirmation. 

Rafa rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “Uh..yeah, I mean, yes totally. We’ll fight off all the annoying boys.” he said. 

You smiled. “Can we go home now?” 

“Yeah, let’s go home.” Daveed slung an arm over your shoulder.


You leaned against a black wall in the corner of the club that was splattered with fluorescent paint, nursing your third whiskey sour. You watched people that you only vaguely knew dancing all around you. You looked down, pulling the tight shimmering silver tube dress that you were wearing higher on your chest. 

“Damn…” you heard someone whisper. You looked up, ready to be annoyed by some random guy, but you were pleasantly surprised. 

“Rafa!” He had his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, and the sleeves of his button up were rolled up to his elbows. A handsome smirk was on his face as he stepped closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your ear to his chest, careful not to spill your drink. Your mood instantly brightened. Rafael had been a life saver at most Hamilton events ever since you moved to New York a few months earlier to be closer to your brother and better oppurtunities. 

He put his cheek against your head. “Hey kid. How’s it hanging?” 

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Thank god you’re here. I feel so awkward at these things-” 

“Because you’re not a cast member?” He laughed. “Yeah, I get that.” 

You brought your drink to your lips, but he grabbed it out of your hand and took a skeptical sip.  “Kinda boring for you isn’t it?” 

You rolled your eyes. “If I could afford to get wasted, I would.” 

Rafa grinned and took your hand, pulling you towards the light up bar. “I can afford to get both of us wasted.” 

A few shots of tequila and several shots of…something else, later, and you were practically falling into Rafa’s lap. Daveed had come over for a bit and scolded his best friend for getting his little sister drunk, but since Daveed wasn’t too stable either, neither of you took it that seriously. 

“Ugh no, I can’t listen to clipping.” you responded to Rafael. You were arranging peanuts into a design on the bar counter. 

“That’s rude.” Rafa laughed. 

“I can’t! He talks about sex too much it’s gross. I don’t want to think about my brother having sex.” you replied still focused on your design. Rafa put his head on the bar so you were forced to turn and look at him. 

He smiled coyly. “We’ve all had sex, Y/N. You’ve had sex. I’ve had sex. Daveed has had lots and lots of-” 

You threw peanuts at his face. “Stop! That is so disgusting.” 

“I’ve had sex everybody!” Rafa shouted at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over his mouth. 

“Shh!” you laughed. “Shut up!”  Rafa laughed and licked your hand. You pulled it away quickly and wiped it on his chest. “Gross!” 

“Still don’t like tongues?” He raised his eyebrows confidently. 

You shrugged. “I appreciate them in certain places.” you said casually. Rafael eyes widened, and you smirked. “Let’s go dance.” you said suddenly. 

Rafael shook his head. “No…no I can’t dance with you.” He leaned his elbows on the bar. 

“Come on!” you whined, grabbing onto his bicep. “You never wanna do anything fun with me.” You pouted and batted your eyelashes at him. 

He stared at you before scoffing and turning away. “Believe me, it’s not that I don’t want to have fun with you.” he said into his drink as he took a sip. 

You furrowed your brow. “Fine, I’ll go find some sweaty sleazebag to grind on.” you said, nearly falling off the stool as you stood up. Rafael grabbed onto your forearm quickly, both stopping you from falling and keeping you from walking away.

“That’s not a good idea.” he warned gravely. “It’s dangerous.”

You pulled your arm away. “What is with you always being so protective and careful with me? You’re not Daveed.” you said before you could stop yourself. He looked upset and turned his head to the side, clearly having some kind of internal battle that you were missing. After a few measures of the song currently playing, he ran his hand through his hair and looked at you again. 

“I don’t have to be careful with you.” Rafa said. You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows, silently challenging him. He picked up his drink and finished it quickly “Let’s go dance.” he breathed. You smiled and did the same with your drink before walking out into the crowd of bodies with Rafael. 

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up next to Rafael, totally naked with a raging headache. 


Rafael stared at you. He’d fucked up. He’d really really fucked up. His arm had been around your waist when he woke up, but he’d removed it quickly. He couldn’t let himself get any ideas about you. Not after he’d tried so hard for so many years to repress the feelings that he knew deep down he’s always harbored for you. But seeing as that had clearly all gone to shit now, what was the harm in laying here a little longer and pretending. Pretending that your sleeping frame was something that he could wake up to every morning. 

Your eyelids fluttered and you let out a small groan. Rafael quickly pretended to be asleep. He felt the bed shift and heard a quiet gasp and then a sigh. “It was a dream last time; it’s a dream this time.” you mumbled. It took everything inside Rafael not to react to that. There was a moment of silence before Rafael heard more cursing and felt a sharp pain in his arm. 

“Rafael Casal! Wake up right now!”

He groaned like he had just woken up, but the ache in his muscles was real. Hangovers are bitches. He opened his eyes and stared back at you. 

“Rafa, what the hell happened?” 


You watched as Rafael pushed a white pillow into his face, swearing quietly. You sat up and pulled the sheet tighter around your naked body, causing it to slip lower on Rafael’s. He stopped it before it fell too low. You resisted the urge to gape as his hipbones and pressed a palm to your forehead, trying instead to remember anything you could.  

“Did we…?” You were sure you already knew the answer, but maybe there was another explanation. 

Rafa nodded. “Several times.” His voice was muffled by the pillow that was still on his head. You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and groaned. “Do you not remember anything?” he asked quietly. You opened your eyes to see him staring up at you silently. You shook your head. He squinted and almost looked like he was in pain. He was probably was. This room was really bright.

“I…I remember us drinking and then going out to dance…”

“Yeah well, that dancing got me…excited.” he explained. “And you noticed. Then there was the bathroom and the cab and the hal-” 

“Yeah okay I’m starting to remember!” you said, feeling embarrassed. You both sat there silently. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to sort through the headache for more memories of last night. From what you could tell, you had enjoyed yourself, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing you had slept with your brother’s best friend. You felt the bed shift and waited for Rafa to say something. When he didn’t, you slowly opened your eyes. He was standing at the foot of the bed and pulling his pants from last night back on. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave? You’re not even gonna talk to me?” 

Rafael sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. He put his head in his hands causing the muscles of his shoulders to ripple. “I can’t believe I did this to you.” he whispered. You sat up slightly. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You were drunk, Y/N. I should’ve known better; you didn’t know what you were doing.” 

“You were drunk too!” 

“Y/N you don’t even remember what happened! This is on me!”

You sat silently, staring at Rafael’s back and memorizing every mark on it. He turned his head to the side. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell.”  

You scooted closer to him. A question had been burning in your mind since the moment you woke, but you couldn’t ask it. You were too afraid of the negative answer. You felt your heart racing. 

“Rafa, we were both drunk.” 

He rubbed a hand over his face and stared at the wall. “ Do you remember your first kiss?” he asked suddenly. 

You blinked in response, surprised that he did remember. “Well…yeah.” Rafa looked back at you and shrugged before turning away again. Realization dawned on you. “What? No, Rafael, that was different.” you said quickly. 

“It doesn’t feel different.” he mumbled. 

“Well it is!” you argued. “It is because I don’t feel mad at myself, or at you. I don’t feel disgusted. I-” You paused not wanting to admit too much. You bit your lip, having no idea what to say in a situation like this.

Rafael was clearly still upset. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his stomach, not caring that there was only a thin sheet between your chest and his back. He tensed instantly, but you just rested your chin on his shoulder and stared at the same wall he was. “You know what I remember from that night?” Rafael didn’t respond. “I remember that talk you gave me. I think about it all the time because you were right. I grew up and boys got less confusing, but they didn’t get less gross, and there were more of them. And the more failed relationships I had, the more I thought about what you said, and how hard it is to find a guy that respectful, and kind, and mature.” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” His chest vibrated as he spoke. You blushed when you realized the rant you’d gone on. You started to back away from him, but he held your arms in place against. “Y/N. What do you mean?” he repeated.

“I’m saying there are three men in the world that I fully trust. I can’t date my brother, and Lin’s already taken.” Rafael coughed and choked on nothing at all. You smiled and pressed your forehead to his back. “Do you regret it?” you asked quietly after a moment. The burning question had been put out and replaced by a flame of anxiety in your chest.

“Do I…” He sighed. “I regret how it happened but…I’d be lying if I said the thought of being with you hasn’t crossed my mind before.” he finished. He moved your arms and turned to face you more. You brought a hand back to the sheet, holding it in place. “Do you regret it?”

You looked down. “I think I just regret that we haven’t had this talk earlier.” you said honestly. 

Rafael smiled and pressed his forehead to yours. “So…that’s out there now.” he said quietly. 

“Yeah.”

“We don’t have to like put labels on it or anything. We can just…see where it goes.” 

You pulled away and nodded. “Yeah, I like that idea.” 

Rafael smiled and kissed you. You relished the feeling since you barely remembered the sloppy drunk kisses of last night. This one was much sweeter and meant so much more. You crossed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He smiled and leaned forward onto the bed more. You pulled away suddenly. 

“Wait, what about Daveed?” you asked. 

Rafael’s eyes travel downward. “Honestly, I can’t give a fuck about your brother right now because that blanket just fell off of you and…” 

You giggled and kissed him again.


“Shhh.” Rafael teased a little over a month later. He kissed your neck slowly as he moved inside of you. “Someone might hear you and rat us out to your brother.” 

“Ugh please don’t talk about my brother while we’re fucking.” you complained. He met your eyes and smiled, not slowing his pace at all. You panted and held his gaze. 

“What…does it bother you?” he grunted. 

You nodded, finding it hard to talk. “Yeah…it’s a major turn o-ah…aha fuck fuck fuck.” you whined louder and louder. Rafael smiled and kissed your neck as you came. He finished soon after. 

Rafa rolled off of you and laid next to you, breathing heavily. You smiled and molded your body to his side, draping a leg over his waist. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You stayed there with him for a long time. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window. You loved laying in Rafa’s bed; it smelled like him even when he wasn’t there. 

“Hey, you want food?” he asked. 

“You’re always hungry after sex.” you laughed, sitting up. He smiled and stood up. 

“Can you blame me?” he asked, pulling a pair of sweatpants on. “You put me to work.” 

You smirked and searched under the blankets for your panties. They hit you in the chest and fell into your lap. You glared up at Rafa who laughed like a little kid. “Rude. Just for that, I’m stealing your shirt.” you proclaimed, picking it up off the floor and tugging it on.  

“Be my guest.” he smiled and pulled you in to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, but he grabbed your forearms and pushed you back. “Food.” He dragged out the vowel of the word and started pulling you towards his kitchen. 

You hopped up onto his counter and grinned when he raised an eyebrow at you. “What? It’s your place which means you should cook.” you reasoned. He rolled his eyes and started to pulling ingredients out. Ingredients meaning cheese and bread. Your eyes followed him all around the room. He was working at something directly across from where you were sitting and stared at the way the muscles of his back were moving. He sighed and turned around. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, kid?” he said. 

You held your hand to your chest. “Oh ouch. That was pretty platonic.” 

He smirked and put his hand on the counter, trapping you with his arms. “Is this platonic?” Rafa leaned forward and attached his lips to yours. You smiled and kissed him back, taking his face in your hands. 

“Yo, Rafa! You here?” 

You and Rafa stared at each other with wide eyes. You looked around frantically. Rafael had a very open kitchen; there was no way you could sneak out without Daveed seeing you. 

“Just…I’ll distract him.” Rafael whispered before disappearing. You stood in the most concealed corner of the kitchen. Daveed would only be able to see you if he actually walked into the kitchen. 

“Dude what’s that smell? Are you cooking?” 

You swore your life flashed before your eyes. Rafa appeared around the corner first, holding his hands up. 

“No wait!” he said desperately. 

“What are you doing?” Daveed said. He stepped into the kitchen and almost instantly locked eyes with you. His head cocked to the side, causing his curls to bounce. “Y/N?” He looked from you to Rafa, to your bare legs, to Rafa’s bare chest. “No.” he whispered. “No.” Then Rafa was being pushed against a wall by Daveed.  His fist collided with Rafael’s nose. 

“Woah! Daveed stop!” You ran forward and pushed him off of Rafael, standing between them. Daveed glared at Rafa over your shoulder. “You’re a fucking idiot.” you told him before turning to Rafa. He had his hand around his nose. “Let me see.” you said quietly.

He took his hand away. Your put your hand on his face and moved it so you could inspect forearm different angles. Rafa grabbed your forearm and looked at you. “It’s fine, Y/N. It’s barely even bleeding.” he said. The flow of blood that dripped onto his chest told you otherwise. You frowned up at him, but his eyes were sincere. “Really, I’m okay.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re making me sick.” Daveed spat. You turned and glared at him. 

You’re making me sick. You just punched your best friend in the face!” 

“Best friends don’t fuck each other’s sisters!” he yelled. 

“God, fuck you, Daveed.” you growled.

“I want to talk to Rafael alone.” 

“Hell no!” you said. “You’re gonna kill him.” You felt Rafa’s hand on your waist. 

“It’s okay.” he whispered. “I have some things I want to say to Daveed anyway.” 

You looked between them with and astonished expression. “You’re kidding, right? This involves me; I should be here.” Rafael turned you around and put his hand on your face. 

“Please?” 

You rolled your eyes and muttered something about male dominance before walking away to get toilet paper for Rafa’s noise. 

When you came back you heard, to your surprise, their voices at a somwhat normal volume.

“I can’t believe both of you went behind my back and did this.” 

“Can you blame us? You punched me when you found out, Diggs.” Rafa’s voice sounded strange. He was probably pinching his nose shut.

“You’re not supposed to sleep with my sister.” he seethed.

“You say that like I’m just sleeping with her. Dude, even if I wasn’t with her, she’d still be one of the most important people to me, you know that. Y/N’s the best thing in our lives.” Despite the situation, you smiled at Rafael’s words. 

“God, I can’t listen to this bullshit.” You heard footsteps.

“Hey!” Rafael shouted. “I don’t get why you’re so pissed. You’re always wanting Y/N to be with someone good for her-” 

“You’re not good for her! Your longest relationship was like six months long!”

“She’s 28. She can make her own decisions. When are you gonna stop treating her like a child?” 

“When she stops doing things that will get her hurt.” 

“She grew up with us, Daveed. She’s always gonna do stupid shit.” 

“Exactly! She’s supposed to be like your sister too! Doesn’t that bother you at all?”

“It’s bothered me since we were teenagers!” There was a long pause. Even you were shocked. 

“Seriously? That long ago.”

“I…yeah. Why do you think none of my other relationships lasted long?” Another pause. 

“You don’t deserve her.” Daveed’s voice was slightly quieter now.

Rafael laughed. “Yeah, I fucking know.” 

You figured it was as good a time as any to step in. You walked to Rafa and handed him the paper.  He thanked you and held it to his nose. You turned to your brother with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something. 

“You realize how bad it will be for me if you two break up?” he said. You looked to Rafa. The two of you hadn’t talked about that at all. Hell, you hadn’t even defined the relationship yet.

“Well obviously we aren’t planning on breaking up.” you said. “But if we do, we’re mature enough not to drag you into it or anything like that.” 

“This makes me feel so weird. I’m just putting that out there.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“I mean, not that we actually need your permission, but does that mean you’re okay with it?” Rafael asked, scrubbing dried blood off his lip.

“Please, Daveed. Rafael’s a good guy, we both know that, and I’d really like it if I didn’t have to pretend that I haven’t seen his dick.” Rafa burst out laughing but quickly started to cough when Daveed glared at him. 

Daveed sighed and fisted his hair, looking between the two of you. “I mean you said it yourself; I guess I can’t stop you.” A smile broke out on your face. “But please continue to pretend you haven’t seen his dick and never talk about sex around me.” he added. 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” You walked over to him and held your arms open to show you really did appreciate his acceptance. He smiled and pulled you into his chest. 

“I love you.” he murmured. 

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him. 

“I love you too, Daveed.” Rafael said. 

“I’m not sorry for punching you.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Daveed pulled away from you. “Alright, well I’m gonna leave before I decide I want to kill one or both of you.” He grabbed his keys. “Also, I’m taking this.” He held up a grilled cheese and bit into it before walking out of Rafa’s apartment. “Put some damn clothes on!” he called before the door shut. 

You turned to Rafa with wide eyes and let out a slow breath. 

“So…that went well.” he said. 

“Is your nose okay?” The blood was all cleaned away, but you were still worried. 

He shrugged and put his hands on your hips. “It’ll probably bruise, but it’s totally worth it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Now I get to date his little sister.”

Your raised your eyebrows. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Oh yeah I’m totally making that executive decision and calling you my girlfriend.”

“It’s a good decision.” you agreed. Rafael gave a lopsided smile and quickly moved his head to kiss you.   

Her Return

Prompt: “ Can I please have an imagine where you’re a diva who just returned after 6 months due to an injury.. And when you get back.. Sami zayn says something flirty to you and all the divas go crazy and Seth (who likes you) overhears you saying Sami is so handsome and gets a bit jealous Please and thank you :)”

Requested by Anon

A/N: I am so, so, sorry about the wait on this! I really hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,175 

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The Incredibles - Sentence Meme

Change pronouns and such as needed

  • “Where’s my super suit?”
  • “Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no daring-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”
  • “'Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!”
  • “We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead!”
  • “Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.”
  • “No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for ten minutes!”
  • “This is a horrible suit, darling. You can’t be seen in this. I won’t allow it. Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now? Feh!”
  • “I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.
  • “No capes!”
  • “Now I’m losing him! What’ll I do? What’ll I do?”
  • “Pull yourself together!”
  • “Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win!”
  • “Call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.”
  • “Ha! Never heard that one before.”
  • “My God, you’ve gotten fat.”
  • “Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?”
  • “We act normal! I want to be normal!”
  • “This is the third time this year you’ve been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet. A more constructive outlet.”
  • You always say ‘Do your best’, but you don’t really mean it. Why can’t I do the best that I can do?”
  • “Do not change the subject! We’re discussing your attitude!”
  • “Stop right now, or you’re fired!”
  • “Huh? Huh? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool!”
  • “ I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were.”
  • “You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could pretend to be one?”
  • “I’ll give them heroics. I’ll give them the most spectacular heroics anyone’s ever seen!”
  • “When everyone’s super no one will be.”
  • “I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry.”
  • “See? Now you respect me, because I’m a threat. That’s the way it works.”
  • “Turns out there are lots of people, whole countries, that want respect, and will pay through the nose to get it.”
  • Oh, ho ho! You sly dog! You got me monologuing! I can’t believe it.”
  • “You can’t! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy, so ask me now before I can become sane.”
  • “Are we there yet?”
  • “Sure, it was difficult, but you are worth it. I mean, after all, I am your biggest fan.”
  • “That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help, and what do you say to me?”
  • “Fly home. I work alone.”
  • “It tore me apart, but I learned an important lesson. You can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes.”
  • “Ya see that? That’s the way to do it. That’s old school.”
  • “You always, always say “Be true to yourself,” but you never say which part of yourself to be true to!”
  • “And now, you have officially carried it too far.”
  • “This is because I don’t have powers, isn’t it? Well, not every superhero has powers, you know. You can be super without them.”
  • “It’s great to see you, but I gotta tell you, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • “But you said we weren’t supposed to use our powers!”
  • “I know what I said! Listen to what I’m saying now!
  • “I can’t lose you again! I can’t. Not again. I’m not strong enough.”
  • “Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.”
  • “Remember the bad guys on the shows you used to watch on Saturday mornings? Well, these guys aren’t like those guys.”
  • “They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance.
  • “Oh, man–That was totally wicked!”
  • “Well, I am sure I don’t know, darling. Luck favors the prepared.”
  • “Do you think I’m totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot!”
  • “Just like old times, huh?”
  • “That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.”
  • “I should have told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn’t want you to worry.”
  • “You keep trying to pick a fight, but I’m still just happy you’re alive.”
  • “He’s a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.”
  • “Coincidence? I think not!”
  • “You’re letting him go again? He’s guilty! You can see it in his smug little face. Guilty, I say! Guilty! Guilty!”
  • “I’ve taken courses and learned CPR, and I’ve got excellent marks and certificates I can produce on demand.”
  • “You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time I don’t even know what the heck anyone’s talking about!”
  • “ I’m sorry. I’ve been a lousy father, blind to what I have. So obsessed with being undervalued that I undervalued all of you.”
  • “You are my greatest adventure, and I almost missed it.”
  • “Am I good enough now?”
  • “DARLING! How are you, it’s been such a long time.”
  • “Don’t make me beg, darling, I won’t do it, you know!”
  • “Tell me you haven’t been listening to the police scanner again?”
  • “Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing.”
  • “Uprooting our family again so that you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!”
  • “Reliving the glory days is better than pretending they never happened!”
  • “It’s psychotic! People keep coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity.”
  • “He starts monologuing! He starts like, this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him, how inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his, yadda yadda yadda. I mean, the guy has me on a platter and he won’t shut up!”
  • “I’m not happy. Not happy. Ask me why.”
  • “They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa!”
  • “Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we’re doing, just to shake things up?”
  • “Valuing life is not weakness.”
  • “Look, I called his bluff, sweetheart, that’s all. I knew he wouldn’t have it in him.”
  • “Next time you gamble, bet your own life.”
  • “Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?”
  • “Oh, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to work alone.”
  • “That sounds a little dark for you.”
  • “I knew you couldn’t do it. Even when you have nothing to lose! You’re weak! And I’ve outgrown you.”
  • “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out!”
  • “You took away my future. I’m simply returning the favor.”
  • “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be a good mentor: supportive, encouraging. Everything you weren’t.”
  • “You know, I was right to idolize you? I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, MAN! I’m still geeking out about it!”
  • “Help me! Help me! Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame!”
  • I just need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.
  • “Have a great day, honey. Help customers, climb ladders…”
  • “Let me guess. It became smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.”
  • “Shut it down, do it quickly, don’t destroy it.”
  • “You asked me how to get there and I told you!”
  • “Mom and Dad’s lives could be in jeopardy, or worse their marriage.”
  • “You know I’m retired from hero work.”
  • “Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!”
  • “How could I betray the perfect woman?”
  • “That was so cool when you threw that car!”
  • “I’m sorry ma'am, I know you’re upset–Pretend to be upset.”
  • “Did I do something illegal?”
  • “The law requires that I answer no.”
  • “Easy, easy girl. You’re overreacting, everything’s fine, they’re just all getting coffee! At the same time. Yeah.”
  • “Settle down, are you kidding? I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so.”
  • “Every time they run, we take a shot!”
  • “You didn’t save my life, you ruined my death, that’s what you did!”
  • “I’m fired, aren’t I?”
  • “My employer is attracted to power. As am I. It’s a weakness we both share.”
  • “Someone’s always in trouble.”
  • “We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you’re on your own.”
  • “It’s time to engage! Do something! Don’t just stand there, I need you to intervene!”
  • “You’re late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn’t realize you’d actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.”
  • “Does this mean we have to move again?”
  • “You want to go toward the people that tried to kill us?”
  • “Stop it! We are not gonna die! Now, both of you will get a grip!”
  • “We look like bad guys. Incompetent bad guys!”
  • “If he even sneezes, we’ll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.”
  • “Well, with counseling, I think you’ll come to forgive me.”
  • “Look, I’ve been nice, I’ve stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me.”
  • “Oh, no, no, you don’t have to worry about training me! I know all your moves, your crime-fighting style, favorite catchphrases, everything! I’m your number one fan!”
  • “You’re not affiliated with me!”
  • “I don’t see anyone from the old days, just you, and we’re pushing our luck as it is.”
  • “Where are they now? They are living among us. Average people, average citizens quietly and anonymously making the world a better place.”
  • “Shh, it isn’t your fault. It wasn’t fair for me to suddenly ask so much of you. But things are different now, and doubt is a luxury we can’t afford anymore, sweetie.”
  • “You have more power than you realize. Don’t think, and don’t worry. If the time comes, you’ll know what to do. It’s in your blood.” 
Defense

* Part 2 of Support
* Philip × Reader
* Hamiltime
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Could you please do a part 2 to Support

A/N: ok I know I literally just got this request and I have others to fill but this one came to me in a flash so I needed to write it. It’s very choppy and has a sudden end but it’s what came to mind. Maybe I’ll write a part 3 someday but I would need time to come up with more ideas…

Word Count: 1, 573

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After the dramatics of the burning, Alexander was allowed to stay at the house. It was mainly for public image. Alexander told you that you could leave now, that he’d be able to help. You refused. He suggested you think about how the public would view the situation. You suppressed a scoff and just told him you didn’t mind. Eliza vouched for you and said she invited you to stay. Alexander still wasn’t sure but didn’t want to start an argument with Eliza.

It was a day in late June. You went about checking on the kids once more. You caught a lucky break that the kids were either napping or playing nicely. Philip was even taking a fitful nap. He mentioned he’d been having trouble sleeping lately so you left him napping.

You wandered to the Hamiltons’ extensive library. You hadn’t gotten a chance to read any of their books yet. You grabbed a copy of Shakespeare’s Macbeth. You went to the window and threw it open, allowing a summer breeze to flutter the curtains and fill the room. You walked over to the chairs that faced the unused fireplace. You tucked your feet under you and started to read.

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Pack Mom - Part 12

Originally posted by winterssoldier

Originally posted by kawaiixliam

Request 1//  Where there’s a bit of a time skip and Liam’s mom comes to the loft with old photo albums for the reader and says stuff like she was cleaning and instead of throwing them out she thought she’d give them to her and Liam sees his bio mom and hides behind the reader a little upset because he gets flashbacks of how mean they were to him so later that night the reader has Liam in her lap and Derek sat next to her and they look through the photo album of his baby pics together

Request 2// where the pack are shocked that the couple adopted Liam and voice their opinions but Derek gets super protective over him and tells him they can’t speak about his son like that because he was family before and is family now and the reader comforts Liam and tells the pack off for being so rude and makes them apologise mom style haha

Request 3// Derek proposes to Y/n!!! Derek tells Liam to say to her, “Mom You’re gonna be a Hale now!” Then Derek asks THE QUESTION

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8  Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13 Part 14

Adopting Liam was the best thing we ever did. He was official a Hale now, and he was proud to be a Hale. And I was proud to call him my son, and I know Derek did too. Talia also loved her big brother so much. I once caught them both having a nap together on the sofa and it was the cutest thing ever. I had the perfect family. We just had to tell the pack now. How would they take Liam being a Hale? Guess we would just have to wait and find out.

It was around 7:30 in the morning when I heard Talia waking up. So I put on my slippers and headed to her room. When I opened up her door she was sat up with a big smile on her face.

“Good morning beautiful,” I said sweetly grabbing her and pulling her into a big hug. I changed her then I took her back to my bed where Derek was now awake. 

“Go to daddy,” I said handing her to Derek, as I went to the kitchen to get her morning bottle of milk. All three of us lay in bed just relaxing and enjoying the quite. That’s until Talia finished her milk. Then she started looking around. 

“What you looking for princess,” Derek asked as he sat her on his stomach.

“Li Li, ” She said as she carried on looking around for her big brother. It was the sweetest thing ever.

“Do you want to go and wake your big brother up?” I asked with a smile growing on my face. She nodded, so I picked her up as she couldn’t walk or crawl yet and carried her to Liam’s room as Derek went to get dressed. Just before I opened the door I looked down at my daughter and put my finger to my lips “Shh” We crept into Liam’s room and I placed Talia onto his bed. She rested her head on his shoulder and gave him a big hug.He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her head.

“LI LI!” She shouted down Liam’s ear.

“Someone is excited to see her big brother this morning” I laughed sitting on the side of Liam’s bed as he was sitting up. When I looked at him he had a nervous look on his face.

“What’s the face for?” I asked

“What do you think the pack will say about you and Derek adopting me?” He asked

“I don’t know, they will be shocked, but who cares. You are our family and that’s all that matters” I said placing a kiss on his head.

Few Hours Later//

It was around 12 when the pack arrived at the loft. It was time to tell them the news. Everyone sat on the sofa and didn’t say a word. What reaction would we get. Good or Bad?

“Is everything okay?” Scott asked nervously.

“We have something to tell you all,” I said looking at Liam.

“Dunbar what have you done” Stiles shouted looking directly at him now. That was perfect. 

“He isn’t a Dunbar no more” I informed them, Everyone went quite. 

“I don’t understand?“ Of course,Stiles didn’t understand, I always had to explain what I meant. Like the time I told him, we would be adding another member to the pack.

“Stiles, Liam is a Hale now,” I said with a big grin forming on my face.

“How?“ 

“Derek and I adopted him,” I told them. Everything went silent to let everything sink in. Then everyone burst, shouting over each other what their opinion was.

“Why would you want to adopt that little runt for?" 

"Why would you adopt Liam?”

“That’s so weird?" 

"EVERYONE SHUT IT!” Derek shouted looking really angry. How dare they say this stuff about Liam. It was our family and we can do what we want with it. But that shut everyone up. When I looked for Liam he wasn’t in the room no more.

“How dare you, speak about Liam like that! Yes, we adopted him, yes it maybe a shocker. But he is Mine and Y/N’s son and you don’t have the right to be so rude about it! He was family before and he is family now. So do you have anything else to say!“ Derek shouted causing Talia to wake up and start crying.

Derek Stormed off to go and get Talia while I went to see Liam. When I walked into his room, he was sat of his bed crying. I sat next to him and pulled him into my lap and gave him the biggest hug ever. I wiped away his tears with my thumb. He buried his head into my chest. The pack really upset him.

"Sweetie, don’t listen to them. You are our family and adopting you was our choice. Not would never change our minds about it. You are our son” I told him placing a kiss on his head as I rocked him in my arms. I headed him sniffle.

“W..Why don’t they l..Like it?” He asked

“They are just shocked, baby. It was unexpected” I comforted him. We sat there for a few minutes in silent.

“Come on let’s go back to the pack” I grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him into the living room. Derek was back with Talia in his arms.

“Right guys, what do you have to say to Liam, after upsetting him?” I asked now with my arms folded.

“Were sorry” They all whispered.

“What was that?” I asked

“Were sorry Liam,”, The pack said louder. Which made you feel a lot better, and when you looked over at Liam he had a smile on his face.

“Yeah I’m sorry bud, it was just a really big shock to me that they adopted you”, Stiles said generally sorry.

“That’s okay,” Liam told him.

Now that everyone was fine with us adopting Liam we just relaxed talking about pack things and new threats that are in Beacon Hills, and played with Talia. Making sure she wouldn’t get bored.

It was around 7 pm when the pack went home, Derek took Talia to get ready for bed.Liam and I were sat on the sofa watching a movie till Derek came back after getting Talia to sleep. The pack hadn’t even been gone 5 minutes until there was a knock at the door. Liam lifted his head off my lap and sat up.

“What have they forgot this time?” I laughed. But when I slid open the door it wasn’t the pack. It was Liam’s mom. Liam hid behind me and grabbed my hand really upset, Remembering all the stuff what happened. Not wanting to go near her. I could feel him shaking. I never really knew how bad things her for him when he lived there, but I am glad that Derek and I got him out of there.

“What are you doing here?” I asked angrily as I was protecting Liam.

“I was cleaning out our loft and came across these old photo albums, and instead of throwing them out, I thought I would come and drop them off here, I don’t want them” She said handing a bag to me and heading off back home, not even caring how she made Liam feel, how could she do that. Derek came back into the living room.

“Who was that?” He asked.

“Liam’s mom, she came to drop these photo albums off” I informed him, pulling Liam back onto the sofa and onto my lap. Derek came to sit us and I pulled out the photo album.

“Should we look at it together?” I asked. Liam smiled and nodded while he rested his head on my shoulder. When I opened the album the first photo was baby Liam in his high chair with ice cream all over him he must have been around 1 maybe 2. We all burst at laughing. 

“You and Talia have something in common. Your both messy eaters” Derek laughed ruffling Liam’s hair. There we photos of Liam sleeping in his pushchair and ones of him in the swimming pool and the cutest on was when he must have been around the age of 5, and he was in a lacrosse Jersey, with a little lacrosse Stick in his hand and a helmet on. It was the cutest thing ever. I gave Liam a big hug. 

“We will look at some more tomorrow yeah,” I told him and he nodded.

“Right I better go for a shower,” I told them picking Liam up off my knee and placing him on the sofa next to Derek.

Liam’s P.O.V

I finished watching the film with Derek but I could sense that he was nervous and worried about something.

“Dad?” I asked

“Yeah, Liam” Derek turned to me. I had no idea what he had to be nervous or worried about. I have never seen him like this.

“Are you okay, I can sense that you are nervous?” He then let out a sign then pulled a little box out of his jumper pocket.

“I want to ask Y/N to marry me, but I don’t know how” He informed me looking down at the box.

“Do the usual, get down on one knee?” I told him with a smile forming on my face.

“I have an Idea!” Derek told me with him looking at me. “And it involves you”

When Y/N got out the shower she came back into the living room and sat on the sofa. I pulled her up and made her stand in the middle of the room then I hugged her. Derek came in and stood behind me.

“What are you two up to?” She asked looking between the both of us.

“Mom you’re going to be a Hale to!” I said excitedly hugging her even more. Now she became Stiles.

“What do you mean?” But Derek answered that question. He pulled out the box and got down on one knee and opened the box to reveal a White gold engagement ring.

“Y/N Y/L/N Will you marry me?”

Part 13? Please Tell Me What You All Think Of The Series. Would Love To Hear!

Don’t Let Go- Stiles Stilinski Imagine

-CAN I REQUEST AN IMAGINE WHERE THE READER LIKES ( SCOTT, STILES, ISAAC OR AIDEN ) but he ends up falling for ( KIRA, MALIA, ALLISON, LYDIA ) the reader feels down about it; but still goes up against the ONI, but ends up getting stabbed by the ONI instead of Allison, and the reader confesses her feelings for ( SCOTT, STILES, ISAAC OR AIDEN ) and he holds her as she dies- Anon

A/N: This idea reminded me so much of the ‘Little Fall of Rain’ scene from Les Miserables. 

Warnings: Death, slightly graphic 

Everyday, it hurt a little more to see Stiles with Malia. He was your best friend and he was happy, which meant you should be happy. The only problem was that you felt nothing but envy and jealousy. Malia had always been really nice to you and you thought she was a sweet person, but she didn’t deserve Stiles. You deserved Stiles. Sure, Malia had supernatural powers and was gorgeous, you were Stiles’ best friend from day one. That should count for something.

You cleared your head and shut your locker. Stiles was standing behind it.

“You scared me!” You gasped. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Where are you going next period?” He asked. 

“The same place you are, AP psychology.” You reminded the seemingly clueless boy. 

“That’s right! Hey, can I get your input on something?” He grabbed his textbook from his locker and handed it to you while he got his phone out of his bag. “What do you think these messages mean?” He seemed worried. 

There were about three messages from Malia talking about how she wanted people to treat her with more respect and stop making a big deal out of her failing math class. 

“Okay, she literally means she wants to be treated like an actual human and not a joke. You’re in the clear, Stilinski.” 

“Oh thank God, I thought I was in trouble for sure this time. This is why I love you.” He said, hugging you before walking into the classroom. 

Only if you loved me the way I loved you. All class, Stiles texted Malia and made disgustingly adorable faces when he got a new message from her. You’ve never seen him this happy, so you set aside your feelings and showed support for your love drunk friend. 

About two months after Stiles and Malia started dating, everything became bad again. The Oni were back again and this time with a vengeance against the pack. Everyday was like a constant game of chance, especially when you’re a human with no powers, just a black belt. In any other situation that would help, but they’re better fighters than anyone could imagine. 

You were sitting on the bleachers at the lacrosse game, when you noticed Lydia was starting to get pale. She didn’t look sick, it was worse. She was having a banshee moment. 

“Lyds, are you okay?” You asked, placing your hand on her lap. 

“Something bad is going to happen, Y/N. I feel it.” This made your stomach do back flips.  When something bad happens, it usually happens to the weak. You were the weakest one, compared to the rest of the pack. Stiles was a human, but he had outsmarted the supernatural so many times that he might as well be a werewolf.  

After the game, Scott suggested that everyone come to his house and watch a movie together or something. He wanted to keep everyone together in case Lydia’s inclinations were correct. 

“I can’t stay tonight. I have work tomorrow morning.” You sighed, wishing you could stay in the safety of the pack. 

“Are you sure you can’t call off?” Liam asked. 

“It’s too late to call of now. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You gave them all a hug and went to your car. 

Nothing seemed or felt out of place. You stuck the key in the ignition and turned it.You were in the middle of the road, when the car just stopped. Then, you heard a loud noise coming from outside. Cautiously, you stepped out of the car to investigate. You held up your phone flashlight and checked the tires and rear end of the car. Everything was perfectly fine. 

Just as you were about to get into the car, something pulled you down. You screamed as loud as you could, hoping there would be a way Liam or Scott would hear you. Before you could scream again, the mysterious black figure was pulling out a long sword. You got away for a second and ran as fast as you could. You didn’t get far before they caught you again. 

“Let her go!” You heard someone yell. It was Malia and the rest of the pack. 

The Oni ignored Malia and pulled the sword out once again. This time, instead of dropping it, they stuck it right into your abdomen. You winced in pain before falling to the ground. 

“Y/N!” Stiles yelled, running to your side. He lifted your head and pulled you close to him. 

“St-Stiles?” 

“Yeah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” He spoke softly, gently stroking your hair. 

“I’m in love with you and I have been since d-day one.” You managed to say. 

“I love you, too. You were my first love, Y/N. Please don’t forget that.” Stiles was crying now. 

“B-but we never…” You began to cough. 

“Shh, I know we never dated, but that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t madly in love with you.” 

You began to shut your eyes, letting the pain take over. Stiles voice became more and more faint. 

“I love you, Stiles.” You said, taking your last breath. The pain was gone and everything you wanted to say had been said. 

“No, Y/N, please!” Stiles yelled, tears streaming down his cheek. “Please, God, bring her back.” 

He yelled for a little while longer, until his voice started to get raspy. The best thing in his life was gone. You were the love of his life and he could never fully explain how much you meant to him. He would never have the chance to say that you’re the reason why he was still fighting. Too many things were left unsaid. 

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Word Count: 2450

Pairing: Eventual Dean x reader

Warnings: language, blood, grossness? 

Tagging: @letsgetoutalive @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond @pb-5minutefanfiction @desiringspnimagines @blacktithe7

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You entered Rebecca’s house again and took a seat next to Sam on the couch. Dean took the chair. Rebecca finally came in with the security footage and played the tape for the three of you. “Here he comes.” She pointed out as the footage got to the point where Zack was seen entering the house. 

“22:04…that’s just after 10. You said time of death was about 10:30.” Dean said. 

“Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic, it wasn’t tampered with.” She explained. You caught site of something in the tape and nudged Sam, hoping he’d get the hint. 

“Hey, Bec? Can we get those beers now?” he asked. 

“Oh, sure.” She said, getting up to head to the kitchen. 

“Hey!” Sam called, and she turned around. “Maybe some sandwiches, too?” he asked. 

“What do you think this is, Hooters?” She laughed and continued to the kitchen. 

“I wish…” Dean muttered and you shot him a glare, as he walked over to you. 

“What is it?” he questioned.

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It’s January 1st, the first morning of the new year, and Harry can’t imagine being more hungover than he currently is, right now, in this moment. His head is pounding, the Denver sun too bright even through the closed shades in the living room, and Louis will not stop fucking whining that he needs coffee, needs a sweatshirt, needs to unpeel his contacts from his eyeballs, needs something to throw up into.

“Lou, baby, for the love of God, shut the hell up,” Harry groans from his position behind the kitchen counter, wincing as the refrigerator door slams behind him.

“No, it’s your fault I feel so shitty. You forced me to drink.”

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The Law Man

Prompt 9 of 642: Write about a time you broke the law.

Dean nodded as he pretended to listen to Benny talk about the “amazing” thing Andrea had done yesterday and got too much catsup on his french fries.  As he raised the fries to his mouth, a large blob of the thick red sauce slipped off the end and splattered on the table top barely missing his pristine blue uniform.  He made a face and grabbed one his brother’s napkins to wipe the mess up before it oozed over the edge of the table.  Sam didn’t notice (or didn’t care) because he was messing with his phone.  As usual.

“You need a date, brother,” Benny said for about the hundredth time in a month.  “But you never go out and meet people.  All you see all day are criminals and my handsome mug.  What exactly is it going to take to get you to go on an honest to God date?”

“Well there’s an idea: maybe I should date a criminal.”

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“He thinks he’s so smart,” Dean snapped as he and Benny Lafitte walked down the hallway together. “He’s just so…pretentious. Ugh. He makes me want to throw up.”

Benny rolled his eyes and gave Dean a look that told him that Benny was not completely buying Dean’s story. “Yet you talk about Novak everyday-“

“I do not talk about him everyday,” Dean snapped in return. Dean spoke on Castiel Novak a lot but he was pretty damn sure it wasn’t every single day.

“Cool your jets Winchester,” Benny replied with a smirk. “Novak will think you got a crush on him.”

Dean felt his cheeks burn red and not to mention he could feel eyes on him because Benny had a big mouth. He grumbled in annoyance, crossing his arms. “I do not have a crush on him,” he growled lowly so only Benny could hear him. “So shut it.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

Dean pushed past a group of first years, trying not to accidentally topple someone over; his younger brother Sam was a first year and Dean had a soft spot for the little cretins. Dean was heading back to the Gryffindor Common Room to change out of his robes so they could head down to Hogsmeade. He had to remember to bring Sam some pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs this time or he was toast.

“I mean let’s be honest, if the guy wasn’t such a dick I’d be able to tolerate him,” Dean replied as they hurried past a bunch of girls who began to giggle at him. “I mean, it’s no wonder he’s got no fucking friends, the guy’s a damn lunatic.”

“Who’s a lunatic?” came a familiar voice as Jo Harvelle jumped up to join he and Benny as they walked.

“Castiel Novak,” Benny said.

 

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