a man and his security blanket


WELP I’m certainly not gonna be the first to say it but THIS TOOK TOO LONG.

I’m so sorry you guys but it is getting to be finals week at my school and that has taken up most of my time and I had a falling out with one of my friends which put me on absolutely no mood to write.

Thank you guys so much for sending me all of the lovely comments and I am sad to say that this series is coming to an end.

Scenario- the batfamily is hot on your trail maybe it’s good maybe it’s bad

Warning-cursing, slight violence.

You loved midway city. It wasn’t like Gotham with all of the caped crusaders and evil villains. It wasn’t like metropolis with all of the people full of hope and the man of steel. It wasn’t like central city with the man faster than time. It wasn’t Star city with the man who could shoot better than Apollo and Artemis.

It was midway city home to the ordinary people and no one in a cape, mask, cowl, or hood for miles around.

You had found a nice job at a pet shop. You had always loved animals especially when you were a kid. They weren’t good or bad, they didn’t have to worry about saving the world, their biggest concern was who is gonna feed them next?

You also worked on gaining back your muscles and started training again. Incase he ever came back you need to be prepared to go down with a fight.

You hadn’t forgot your old life. The scars wouldn’t ever let you. The scars from missions gone wrong, scars from injury on the job, and the scars from the torture that riddles your entire back.

The countless electric shock had torn up your back leaving big nasty angry sores and rips on your back.

You of course thought of pleasant memories of your past life. The love, the laughter, the friendships and the family.

You felt love when you saw Jason smile, the way his eyes would crinkle, his laugh lines appeared, and all of his worries were gone for just one second. He wasn’t the failed soldier. He wasn’t the mercenary that came back to life. He wasn’t the red hood who everyone feared. He was Jason Todd, your Robin, your favorite Robin. He was the moon in your stars, the one who made everything all right, even if the whole world was crashing down.

You knew the laughter that haunted your mind. The countless nights of patrolling with Dick and his stupid jokes, when Damian and Tim would bicker for hours on end and come up with the dumbest of insults. When Bruce would be so sleep deprived he would fall asleep in the most random places of the manor, the time he fell asleep in the back of the limo was your favorite. The time Barbara and Stephanie did a entire commentary on the boys bickering, which had you rolling on the floor.

You remember the family and friendships you would never be able to feel again. The time you saw Damian watching a old movie that had been a favorite of yours so you sat down quietly in the entertainment room and watched it with him, soon Dick and Barbara followed, then Tim came in with Stephanie and lastly Jason who made sure to sit next to you. Titus was on the floor with Alfred the cat when you noticed Bruce had crept in and was sitting at the back of the entertainment room behind Dick and Barbara.

You remember waking up hours later with your head on Jason’s chest and his arms wrapped around your shoulders with his faces snuggled into the top of your head. You looked up and saw Tim and Stephanie asleep on the other end of the couch with Barbara and Dick on the couch right behind them. Bruce had fallen asleep with his arms crossed and leaning backwards on the seat, somehow even sleeping, he looked scary.

Damian apparently had gotten tired of Dick laying against him and moved to the floor with Alfred the cat and Titus as a pillow. Alfred (the man) must have come in last night because you all had blankets draped over you. You layed you head back down on Jason’s warm chest, you felt safe and secure, something you longed for now, and went back to sleep. That was family. That was your friendship.

You were currently at your new job and talking to your new found friend, (y/f/n).

“That’s what I said.” You friend laughed as you both walked around the play pins filled with puppies. You knew if Damian was here he would try to buy them all.

“I can’t believe he would do something like that.” You said completely astonished by your friends story.

“See, now you understand my world.” Your friend said and threw her hands up in exasperation as you chuckled. In ways she reminded you a lot of dick.

You were about to tell her of a similar experience you had when she stopped and looked at the tv screen that was in the corner of the room.

“Damn, I remember I use to have a huge crush on him when I was a teenager.” She said in the most lovey dovey voice she could manage. You rolled your eyes and looked at the tv.

“Tragic robbery gone wrong, only serious injury is son of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson.” The big news anchor said in a musky voice.

You could hear him drone on and on about what happened but you could only hear the blood in your ears rushing and your heart beat going in and out. You gripped so tight onto the counter top you felt like your fingers were going to break. You kneeled on the floor and closed your eyes.

“(Y/n) are you ok, what’s going on?” Your friend questioned and crouched next to you and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Where is he being treated, what hospital?” You grounded out as you felt your heart crack and countless memories of Dick flood in.

“Wayne memorial, oh my god, (y/n), do you know him?” She said concerned and put her hand over her heart in astonishment.

“I won’t be in tomorrow.” You said as you stood up and balanced yourself on the countertop.

Before she could get a word in you were already gone. You ran down the sidewalk to your apartment that was just a block away from your job.

You ran up to your room after saying a very quick hello to your elderly neighbor. You quickly grabbed your over night bag which had your eskrima sticks and a change of clothes with 500 dollars in it.

You never knew what would happen if you went back to Gotham so you made sure you were well prepared.

You quickly put on a pair of black combat boots and kept on your blue jeans from work and put on your black leather jacket and pulled your hair into a pony tail and put on a black baseball cap. You grabbed the keys to your bike and ran out the door with your overnight bag.

You weren’t thinking when you got on your bike, took off your cap, pulled on your helmet and took off in the direction of Gotham. You’re entire body was on autopilot, you only had one goal, get to Gotham and see if Dick was ok.

The only time the news reported on any of the bat kids was when they were in the hospital. Except when it said that they were in a car crash, it really means that two face hit them with his car. When they were in a “robbery” it means they were shot so bad Alfred couldn’t fix them and they needed professional hospital help.

You probably broke all of the speed limits getting to Gotham. When you finally pulled into the hospital car park, it was pitch black outside. You pulled your bag tightly over your shoulder and pulled on your baseball cap after you pulled off your helmet.

You sped walked to the hospital stairs and jogged up to the lobby. You looked around the corner before going into the main section, no batfam or joker minions in sight, so you’re all good for now.

You quickly walked to the front desk and pulled on your game face. You fell forward over the desk and put your hands over your face and let out tiny sobs.

“Umm honey can I help you?” A small older lady nurse asked from behind the counter who put her hand on your forearm in a gesture of comfort.

“I-it’s my brother Richard, h-he was shot this morning and I-i just got into town and oh my god is -is he alright.” You whimpered as tears streaked down your face.

“Ok honey, let’s just see what room he is in and you can go see for yourself, what’s his last name?” She asked very soflty and started to type on the key board.

“G-grayson.” You said with a loud sob at the end causing people to look at you in pity.

“Ok honey, here he’s in room 908 on the 5th floor, the elevators are right there.” She said and pointed to the back of the room where two silver elevators stood.

“Oh thank you so much dear, bless you, bless you.” You said and turned around to go to the elevator.

You wiped the tears off your cheeks and smirked, you still had it. She never would have told you what room he was in, unless you were family and now you were.

You pushed the 5th floor button and fixed the rest of your face while the elevator brought you up. You were going to be in and out of his room, them back to Midway city, to live your life. You walked down the hallway that only had a few other nurses walking up and down to check on other patients.

You stopped in front of room 908 and let out a deep breath praying that Dick was passed out. You quietly opened the door and noticed the lights weren’t on at all. You quickly slipped in and shut the door not wanting the nurse to see you. You went to flip one of the light switches, when someone grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and latched onto there hand pulling them into you and sliding your hand up there shoulders ramming there stomach into your knee. You kicked them backwards as two people grabbed both of your elbows.

“Not to-motherfucking-day.” You said and bent both of your arms outwards and grabbed onto both of the attackers hair and brought there skulls smashing forward against each other with a sickening crack. They crumpled on the floor below you as you could feel someones presence behind you.

You turned around and kicked your left leg around the assailants neck and put you hands on his head and pulled your other leg around his neck so both of you legs were locked behind his neck and pulled forward on his hair causing him to go tumbling forward and you put your foot on his chest and kicked him off of you so he landed on the opposite wall with a loud groan. You quickly got off of the ground and stood in the middle of the room.
You weren’t sure how many attackers there were, so you had to stay alert.

“Yeah you piece of clown scumbag, I’m a big stronger than last time.” You said and roundhouse kicked the other figure that was approaching on your left and kicked them in the chest so they flew to the other side of the room.

You took a few steps back and rested your hand on a metal bar that wrapped around the room so injured patients could walk around. You took a deep breath as you felt a panic attack coming on, you went to open the door and leave Gotham behind forever. You felt a cold metal wrap around your wrist and a clicking sound. You pulled your wrist as fast as you could but couldn’t seeing as how they were probably attached to the metal pole, you were stuck.

“Oh you fucking coward, if you’re going to drag me down to hell, at least let me defend myself.” You growled out as you kept on high apart with both fists clenched.

“Looks like you don’t need any help defending yourself.” You heard a familiar rough gravely voice say before the lights flicked on.

“What, what why? Why would you handcuff me?” You questioned in complete shock then you remembered, you’re the jokers daughter of course they’re going to handcuff you.

“We weren’t sure if you would try to run.” The same voice said, which belonged to Bruce Wayne.

Bruce stood in front of you with Barbara who was holding a small silver key, presumably to the handcuff that had confined you to the metal bar. Tim and Dick were on the floor holding there heads while Stephanie checked on both of them. Damian was half way on the other side of the room where you kicked him and Jason was sitting up against the wall with his helmet on the floor, rubbing his chest and looking at the ceiling.

You felt your eyes go wide as the entire batfamily assembled in front of you holding there injuries. You looked at Jason was had a poker face on and looked back at you dead in the eyes.

“You know I’ll escape before you have the chance to take me to arkham, so why don’t you just knock me out now and it will be easier for both of us.” You said turning away from Jason and looking Bruce in the eye.

“What are you talking about?” Damian questioned in annoyance while rubbed his head.

“Oh come on, you just found the jokers daughter who has been under your nose for years, I suppose this is where you take me to Arkham to live out the rest of my days in a padded cell.” You said in a stiff tone and looked at everyone, who all just stared back at you.

“(Y/n) you’re family, we would never do that to you, we know you did what you did for good reasons.” Dick said and stepped forward to get a better look at you.

You laughed a little bit and covered it with your wrist.

“You do realize that you’re all standing in a hospital in full costume just to drag me to arkham, I feel so honored.” You said in a dark tone and leaned against the wall with a bored expression, while your heart broke.

“For the last time (y/n) we aren’t taking you to arkham, the only reason we are mad is because you didn’t come back, we thought you were dead.” Stephanie said in a harsh tone. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Why didn’t you come back (y/n), we’re family, we’re there for each other through everything.” Tim said in a heart wrenching tone.

“I couldn’t face you guys, I couldn’t look you guys in the eyes knowing I lied to you guys for years and put innocent people in danger, I knew you wouldn’t look at me the way you did before, it wouldn’t be the same.” You said as you finally broke and a tear ran down your face. You looked to the floor, as they all looked at you, you didn’t want to see the hatred in there eyes.

“Leave.” You heard the most familiar voice say from the back of the room. The voice that sounded like home.

“What?” Dick said confused.

“Let us talk, Babs give me the key and leave.” He said and held his gloved hand out to her.

Barbara looked to Bruce. He nodded slowly and walked over to open the window where the bat-jet was waiting. Barbara handed over the key and looked at you one last time before she followed the rest of the batkids out of the window. You shut your eyes as the window closed and you absolutely dreaded this moment. You were alone with Jason, for the first time since he found out you were related to the guy who killed him.

“You’re right, we wouldn’t have seen you the same way ever again.” He said and looked at you with the same poker face he had all night. You cast your eyes to the floor as your heart fell into your stomach.

“We would have seen you so much better. You somehow have become the best most amazingly fantastic person, I have ever met and this only makes you more extraordinary. You have come from and been though so much shit in your life, yet you never fail to be kind and put others before yourself countless upon dozens of times.” He said as he got closer to you and cupped your face in his hands making you look up into his bright green eyes, he had a small smile on his face which made your heart inflate.

“You have made me fall utterly, blissfully, and truly in love with you, regardless if you’re the jokers daughter or not because to me you will always be (y/n) (y/l/n) the girl I have been madly in love with and the one I will always be in love with.” He said as he un-cuffed you and pulled you into a bear hug that lifted you off the ground.

“Oh Jason,I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have come back.” You said and sobbed into the crook of his neck. You held on tight to him, like he was the only thing keeping you on this earth.

“I though you died and I just I don’t know what to do (y/n), what could I have done?” He said as his voice cracked and you moved your head out of the crook of his neck and he put you back on the ground.

You reached up and wiped the tears out from under his eyes and gave him a small smile through your tears.

“Well I’m here now, so don’t think about, I’m here and I’m not going away for a long time. I love too much to leave again.” You said and caressed his face as he leaned down and kissed you so passionately, you thought you were going to fall down.

You could feel the emotions of the past 7 years flowing out in the kiss, all of the pain, the happiness and the laughter was all there. All of the built up compassion was released in that one blissfully perfect moment.

You leaned back down because sadly humans need to breath and leaned your head against Jason’s chest.

“Hey Jason.” You said timidly into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him his torso.

“Yeah babydoll.” He said and kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“I think I found my family.” You said and looked up at him with a smile.

“You sure did baby, you sure did.” He said with a chuckle and leaned down to kiss you again.

Unbeknownst to you one roof top over the entire batfamily was cheering and clapping. You see, Jason had left his microphone on so they heard everything and Dick had won a bet against Tim and Damian.

The girls squealed as they saw you and Jason kissed while Damian just snarled at the scene but everyone knew he was happy.

Lastly Bruce smiles down at the two of you knowing he made one good thing happen in yours and Jason’s life.
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One night out

Anon: I was just scrolling around your profile when I saw your valentine message. Maybe you could do a Steve rogers x reader, where the reader hasn’t seen him since civil war and was planning to spend Valentine’s Day on her own with ice cream and movies but he shows up on her doorstep and he takes her on a romantic date? I also have to tell you that I absolutely love your sherlock heartbroken series and I can’t wait for the next part. You’re amazing, bye :)

Anon: I was wondering if you could a captian america x reader for the valentines day fic where they reunite and he brings her some flowers and it’s all sweet but they also know that he has to go back into hiding. I love your writing! Thank you! ILY XOXOX also! Happy valentines day! 

Words: 1300 woah

A/n: hope you guys enjoy this fic! Happy Valentines Day! 

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“No, mom, I’m not doing anything tonight,” You slammed the freezer door shut and plopped the ice cream down on the counter before placing the hot fudge and other toppings next to it. You were balancing the phone on your shoulder, chatting with your mother, “I’ll be fine- No mom, I’m not ‘lonely’ and ‘in need of a man’, I can handle myself perfectly- Mom- I don’t need a man in my life.” You went to scoop ice cream out from the small bucket, but put the scoop down and started drizzling your toppings into the ice cream bucket itself. 

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Mystic Messenger Male! Mc: Transfer Your Cold To Me (Jumin x Male MC)

Do you take Requests? If so, could I if you dont mind & if Im allowed, Request a JuminxSickMaleReader? Like its summer and the MR is sick with a (really) high fever and Jumin takes care of him, like the good Boyfriend he is! And fluff! Sorry for bothering you with it!

My notes: Lol good thing you specified fluff (and that I reread it a bunch of times) cuz I was about to get keeerazzzy! 


It had started off as just a small headache. Then he got a little achy. And then he was sneezing. No big deal, he said to himself, just take some Nyquil and sleep. He didn’t want to get sick, especially not now. A chocolate festival was coming to the city, something that everyone had been talking about ever since he moved to Korea. Everyone in the RFA was oogling about it. Even the recluse Yoosung was going, hell even Jumin seemed a bit intrigued by it, after Zack showed interest of course, but nonetheless it seemed to be a big deal. It was a summer festival that was held indoors inside a nice, air conditioned building. 

Well of course, as Lady Luck was so kind to play him this hand, he was sicker than a dog. He was running a high fever and was simultaneously cold as ice and hot as a furnace. He had the chills and was constantly thirsty but too tired to drink. He apologized groggily and in broken Korean how sorry he was they couldn’t go. 

“Stop apologizing.” Jumin said as he wetted a cold washcloth. “I want you to get better. I’ve never seen you this sick before.” He frowned as he squeezed the cloth. 

“I…know…” Zack coughed violently. “This..is the sickest I’ve ever been.” He groaned as his head pounded against his skull. “Ugh…talk to me…in English. I can’t even think.” 

Jumin placed the cold washcloth on his head and smiled a bit at the sight of relief on Zack’s face. “How are you feeling?” Jumin asked in English. 

“Like hell.” Zack groaned again as he felt sweat roll down his neck. “Like complete hell.” He shook his head. “I don’t even know…what I caught…” 

“Perhaps… a student? Or a child on the train?” 

Zack shook his head. “Maybe…it’s all…it’s all hot in the…” He coughed again and rolled over in pain, “ugh.” 

Jumin knelt down in front of him with a look of complete worry. “Please, are you okay?” 

Zack shook his head. “I…feel so hot…I think I’m gunna be sick!” He sprinted up, feeling dizzy and delirious as he ran to the bathroom and retched. “Ugh…fuck…this isn’t a flu it’s a damn migraine.” He pressed his head to the edge of the toilet bowl. 

Jumin ran up to him and patted his shoulder. “Are you going to throw up again?” He said gently as he rubbed tiny circles into his back. 

Zack sighed happily and shook his head. He reached up and flushed the toilet. “I.. I should brush my teeth.” He turned away from Jumin. “Sorry…” 

Jumin chuckled, although forced as his face was painted in worry, “Don’t worry about things like that. I want you to focus on getting better. Let’s change your clothes and get you into bed.” He carefully helped Zack up and guided him to the circular bed. He helped him change wiping down his torso with a towel taking off the layer of sweat and put him into one of his shirts. Zack was smaller than he so his clothes fit looser allowing, to what he hoped, more comfort. Before he was even finished with helping him Zack fell into deep sleep. Jumin tucked him in with a  throw blanket made entirely of Alpaca wool, to help keep in the heat. He kept Zack’s feet exposed to help with the airflow and left the room. 

Well now, it was time to make something for the young man. If his migraine persisted he would most likely keep vomiting. He walked out to his kitchen only to find his own personal chef wasn’t in. In fact, most of the staff wasn’t in today. A security officer called and notified Jumin that a flu was going around. Ah…He cursed himself for not persisting Zack to go get his flu shot. He knew he hated the place and avoided going at all costs, but… Jumin sighed. Look to what it had come to. Feeling glum about it Jumin started making porridge and sighed as he looked at the Chocolate Festival flier. 



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Home Alone

Orphan Brigade [Baby Years]: The story of how an infamous crime lord became the guardian of three children and a teenager. 

Trigger Warning: Violence and guns 

The penthouse was utter chaos. No-one was packed despite the fact that Geoff had warned them of the trip weeks ago, the boys were hyper (Gavin and Michael were running around duelling with plastic swords) and worst of all, there was a police officer stood in the doorway.

Geoff let Jack deal with the officer while he rushed around throwing things into the boys backpacks. He overheard little snippets of the conversation. Luckily the cop wasn’t after them; he was there to warn them about a string of burglaries in the area. Geoff struggled not to laugh at the idea of the infamous Fake AH Crew being burgled.

Regardless of the non-existent threat, Geoff was still in a hurry to leave. The less time spent near a police officer, the better. He scooped up all the bags and hurried the boys towards the door.

“Sorry officer. Love to chat but we’re on vacation. See you around!” He grinned fakely as they hurried out.

Jack chuckled, locking the door behind them.

“Don’t worry!” The officer smiled, waving as he watched the family leave. “Your home is in good hands.”

Hours later, Ray had finally beaten his DS game and emerged from the bed room, hunting for a snack.


The penthouse was bizarrely quiet.


He searched the entirety of the penthouse, becoming more and more panicked as each room was revealed to be unoccupied.

“Gav?? Michael?!”

Ray stared at the empty living room, tears pricking his eyes. His worst nightmare had become a reality. Ray had been left all alone.

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Just Hold On

Request: Can you please do an imagine where the reader(female) is in the van in the S-6 finale and Daryl is in bad shape. You find him a blanket and hold him until dwight gets them out after Abe’s chosen Daryl passes out you help care for him at hilltop when Daryl realizes whats going on hes shocked to find out you caring for him.He thought you hated him. You found his scars and he opens up to you.You have always loved him but he’s always so mean. Please=super awkward Daryl Fluff comfort/care love

A/N: Super excited to be writing again tbh

     “Just hold on, just a little bit longer,” you whisper, emotion spilling into every word you said to Daryl. He was covered in his own blood and shallow breaths were the only response you got. You could tell he was close to blacking out. Your arms were wrapped around his much larger frame, keeping the blanket secure while his head rested on your chest. The hunter didn’t acknowledge you, most likely in a world of his own pain, just trying to hold on to the thin line of consciousness he had left. 

     You were gently running your fingers through his hair, attempting to bring yourself some serenity as the man you loved was bleeding out in your arms. Tears were no stranger to your face in this moment; you were desperately praying to whoever, whatever was out there that Daryl would survive. You couldn’t let him die, not now.  

     The love for him blossomed back at the CDC. You don’t know what did it, maybe it was his fierce determination to keep everyone safe, but you knew in that moment that you fell hard. It continued at the farm, growing more and more. Although you were undeniably attached to this man, you never got too close. You knew this love was one-sided, that he only felt your presence bothersome. Every time you approached him, he’d snap or give you stares that froze the courage in your body.

     But now, he was weak and letting you take care of him. You were whispering reassurances in his ear that you would keep him alive and that he didn’t have to worry when the truck lurched forward and stopped. A groan escaped Daryl’s lips from the sudden motion.

      Then the doors swung open to reveal Dwight. He yanked Daryl out of your arms and then pulled you as well. That’s when you saw it.

     Your family was lined up, all on their knees. 

     Dwight pushed Daryl to the left while you got tugged to the right by another arm. You were forced to fall to your knees next to Carl, who gave you a sympathetic but intense look. 

      You glance to the hunter, aching to be by his side and protect him from harm. He was looking at you already, fear evident in his eyes, making you feel terrified of what was to come.

     And then the trailer door opened.

     Sobs came from everywhere once Negan and his men left you all there, taking in the sight of Abraham’s mangled body. Rick looked defeated at this point, slowly taking in what happened. 

     You couldn’t look at the body, not without feeling a wave of sickness wash over you. You couldn’t look at your dead friend, not after what Negan did to him. 

      So instead you look at Daryl who was silently crying, unable to move. You were the first to stand, rushing over to Daryl who looked on the brink of something deadly. You sit and cradle his head on your lap while you both cry. But mere moments later, Daryl was closing his eyes, igniting panic in your body.

     “No Daryl,” you said firmly, “you have to stay awake.” you knew what could happen if he fell asleep, you knew you could lose the person you loved.

     Instead, he drifted off into a deep, blood-loss induced sleep.

     The journey to Hilltop was excruciating; everyone was haunted by the images of the barbed wired bat striking Abraham’s head again and again while none of you could do a single damn thing.

     Daryl’s arm was slung around your shoulders as you helped his half conscious state move forward. His groans were the only sounds that came from your group, all too traumatized to speak. You were struggling to keep him standing, but the thought of him dying fueled your determination to get to Hilltop.

     Once you saw the gates, you almost cried from relief.  

     You rushed, trying to half drag the hunter’s bloody form into Hilltop as they opened the gates to you and your broken down family.

     Daryl was in pain. He could feel every muscle cause a splinter of fire to travel to his wound. He was met with lights above his head and a bed under his body. But also, there was a pressure on his legs.

     His eyes traveled down to find you, clutching his hand and sleeping on his lap. A frown was on your lips, making you look distressed, even in sleep.

    “She hasn’t left, you know.” Daryl glanced to the doorway, finding Maggie standing there. He looked down at you, taking in the sight of your angelic face breathing in and out. After getting no response, Maggie spoke again. “She dragged you here and wouldn’t eat or drink or shower until she knew you were getting treated. I suggest you thank her when she wakes.” And with that, Maggie left Daryl alone with you.

     He hesitantly brought his other hand to your hair, combing it out of your face. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair while you continued to sleep. Daryl thought you hated him. You avoided him at every cost, acting like he was the big bad wolf. He was shocked that you were caring for him.

     You did wake though, briefly forgetting everything that happened; you woke up warm and nothing seemed wrong. But then it all crashed into place. The truck. Daryl. Negan. The bat. Abraham. The struggle to get to Hilltop. Everything just started hitting you hard, one by one. 

     “Uh, you okay?” 

     Then you realized you dozed off on Daryl’s lap. Heat flooded your face as you brought your head up. “I’m so sorry Daryl. I really didn’t mean to.”

     “’S alright.” He muttered, looking anywhere but you. Awkward silence filled the air as you struggled to find something, anything to say. Daryl beat you to it though when he said, “Thank you. For what you did. Maggie told me.”

     You nodded, saying that it wasn’t a problem and that he would’ve done the same for everyone else. Guilt was eating you up, though. You helped change his shirt and you knew you saw something you weren’t supposed to. You had a feeling you knew what happened and your heart broke every time you thought of someone hurting your Daryl.

Not your Daryl, you corrected yourself.

     “Daryl,” you said slowly, “I saw your back and I swear it will stay between us. You don’t even have to tell me what happened.” You looked back up, expecting an angry glare. Instead, you found a soft expression fall over his features.

     “’S not your fault. It was my dad. Used to hit me ‘n Merle when he was drunk.” Daryl said quietly. You nodded, not sure of what to say. Again, Daryl filled the silence with a question. “Why did you do all this?”

     “You would’ve done it too.”

     “That’s not the reason.”

     You sighed, knowing that even when injured, the archer was hard-headed. “I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now.”

     You dared to peek at the hunter’s face. He was wearing a confused look, almost doubting. “I thought you hated me.”

     “No,” you insisted. “I thought you hated me, so I stayed away.”

     He softly smiled. “Couldn’ hate you if I tried.” You gave him a smile as well, as much as a smile you can give after everything that happened. “I think I might be in love with you too.”

     And that night, you slept next to Daryl, shielding him from the evils of the world you lived in, while he gathered you into his arms as best he could. That night you got the best sleep you had gotten in a while.

Pillow Talk With B.A.P

What would pillow talk with them be like?

Yongguk – Once he’s done in the studio for the night he’d join you in bed where you were reading. Lying on his back he’d pull you to rest in the crook of his arm, you lying face up as well, head on his shoulder as you both stare at the ceiling. Yongguk wants to soak in your presence so he would constantly be running his hands languidly up and down your arms and sides. If he was feeling playful he might slot your fingers together and stretch your arms out to see how much farther his reach was. Mostly though he’d want to hold onto you by just wrapping you in a bear hug while you lay against him, or rest his hands on your abdomen. It would be his ultimate sanctuary, something he looked forward to everyday. Talk wouldn’t be restricted by topic but if he started to get frustrated by something it wouldn’t take much from you to soothe him.

Himchan – You would be his security blanket. He doesn’t like to sleep with the lights off so if being with you broke him of that habit he’d curl himself into you, wanting to smell and feel you all around him. It’s not a scared of the boogey man in the closet thing, it’s about the ultimate vulnerability you have when sleeping. Himchan needs a safe place to relax and just be himself without putting on a show, and that bed with you in it would be that place. He wouldn’t really want to talk about heavy issues, in fact he’d rather just listen to your voice, letting it lull him to sleep. While away on tour he’d revert back to sleeping with the lights on, but it would be so much worse because it would just highlight the fact that you weren’t there.

Daehyun – It’d almost feel like a slumber party every night. His eyes would light up as he told you about his day and their adventures. You’d hear everything you ever wanted to know about all the members, especially Youngjae. Teasingly you’d mention it felt like you’re dating the whole group since you know all their movements and quirks which would garner a pout from your boyfriend. You’d have to give him several little pecks to bring back his smile. Finally when he starts to wind down, the shine would begin to fade from his eyes, his voice would soften and slur and he’d fall asleep on his favorite body pillow: you.

Youngjae – If you’re talking in bed he’d want to face you as each of you share your day. He’s the type that genuinely wants to know about your life, even the minutia, and if he can help you with anything. As soon as it was time to sleep he’d move into position to spoon. Youngjae has a very romantic mentality and he’d want to feel like he was caring for and protecting you even in repose. He wants to be your perfect prince that you rely on so this would reflect in his physical actions as well. Tucked up against each other, feeling like everything he needs in this world was all safe and snug in his arms, it wouldn’t take him long to drift off.  

Jongup – The two of you would lie facing each other. It would be a time for talking about everything and nothing. Jongup would want to see your face and expressions even if it made him feel vulnerable about being so open with his own. It wouldn’t be uncommon for him to drop his eyes and bow his head a little if he felt he couldn’t get his words out right to express appropriately what he’s trying to say. Stroking his shoulder or face you’d whisper, I understand, and his look of relief would make you smile because he knows you get him like no one else. When your eyes start to droop he’d bring you closer to himself, tucking your head under his chin so he can feel your soft, warm breath on his collarbones as you held on to each other.

Zelo – Junhong would want to use this time to talk about goals and dreams, both his and yours. He might be a little restless as he talks over his ideas with you. He’d change positions often and prop his head up on his arm for a while then switch to laying sprawled eagle, leaving you to find room for yourself around his long limbs, which would secretly not so secretly amuse him. Then like a loaded spring trap he’d snatch you up and roll both of you on your sides as you laugh. He would just want to be happy and relaxed with you, and view it as a special place. It would upset him greatly if the two of you ever went to bed angry. To the point he’d do whatever he could to resolve the issue before you said goodnight.

Secret's Out // Cisco x Reader

Request: I’d like to request a Cisco fic where he and the reader are dating and the reader doesn’t know he’s part of team flash. Then they start talking about their favorite superheroes and the reader says that their favorite is Vibe. Then maybe some smut involving the Vibe suit. Thank you!!!

Warnings: very happy (in the pants) Cisco and smuuuuut

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 9/90

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: cussing

Word Count: 4,272

Dedication: @i-live-i-die-i-tell-my-story for the hella cute fanart 😭

Tags: @randomcakes410, @midnigtartist, @kneel-to-maria, @halpdevon, @wildlittleman, @exadorlion, @lukassgoggles, @closestfriendivegot, @celestialqueerfeminist, @schokoobananaa, @cometviolet

A/N: do not read before reading the other chapters :) all linked above! Also, if you draw fanart, tag me! I’ve been getting so many and I love them all so much 😭

The weekend seemed to roll by.

Although it went by in a whirlwind, it was blissful. Hamilton had a good weekend, the kids had a good weekend, Thomas had a good weekend.

However, guilt seemed to loom over Alexander. It was surely because he held hands with Thomas and finally realized that he had a crush on the man. But what was he supposed to do? Alexander was a little freaked out over it, but did he say anything? He couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He didn’t have to. The kids didn’t see it, so he didn’t have to justify his actions. Eliza wasn’t even there, so she didn’t have to know yet. Thomas tried to talk about it later—it was after he went home and he had decided to call Alexander—but Alexander didn’t want to talk about it. Not because he regretted it. He didn’t regret it. But the guilt was really weighing him down.

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Grocery Shopping!

We didn’t really have anything on our agenda for the weekend so we just took time to relax which was nice. But Sunday has always been our grocery day so today I brought Kayson and Arianna with me since Ava was sleeping. Arianna is usually the one who gives me the most trouble while we’re out but not since we bought her this Ariel doll when we were in Disney! I think it has become something like a security blanket for her. She does everything with that doll. I caught these photos as we were playing “peek-a-boo” which Kay thought was so funny. 😂💕

We stocked up the house for the next few weeks. With Little Man coming any time soon (and he is certainly making his way…at our doctor’s visit I was 2cm already and he has dropped!) I wanted to make sure that we had plenty to last us for a while. Or at least enough that Mekhi won’t have to make a huge trip and only have to run out for a few things.

I’m hoping the baby won’t come before Easter, but everyone else seems to think otherwise. I’ve been having false labor for the past few weeks now, but with the twins, I had it for months before they came so we’ll see lol. Either way, we’re all so excited to meet this little guy! (And finally give him a name!!)

[Headcanon] How Kumo really ended up with the Nibi.

Alternatively: That one time Tobirama made friends with the Necromancer Hellcat.

Because I can totally see the Nibi trolling the Shinobi world. Mito thinks it’s hilarious, and Tobirama has got to get his kicks somehow.

It begins when Mito seals the Kyubi into her navel with nothing but ink and chakra. Suddenly the whole shinobi world is gearing up, ready for battle. In the idiot-mind of Tobirama’s older brother (seriously, this naïve trusting nature of his will get him killed someday) the best thing to do is to track down the other bijuu, seal them up into nice little packages, and ship them off to neighboring countries.

‘Everybody gets a Bijuu!’ He announces over the kotatsu during dinner one night, beaming at his own brilliance.

Tobirama facepalms when he hears this.

Mito snorts, but secretly she agrees with her brother-in-law.

This can only end in tears.

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Little princess (Ahkmenrah imagine)

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, I have the feeling that my writing skills are not the same as they used to be. I also have the feeling that my imagines are no good anymore in contrast to those I wrote at the very beginning. I’m very sorry if you don’t enjoy my imagines or are confused because you don’t understand them. English isn’t my first language and I try to express myself in the best way I can. That doesn’t mean I will give up but I really do need your feedbacks to find out how they are. Enjoy this one! Hope you’ll like it!

Word count: 1,082

It was in the middle of the night in Egypt. A young man was standing on the huge balcony, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful night sky, covered with tons of stars which were shining bright and illuminating the whole city in front of him. Completely silence surrounded him, he heard nothing but the comforting sounds of the wind. Everybody was sleeping peacefully in their beds, secured by the warmth of their blankets over their bodies or even the by the warmth of their beloved ones. But this young man couldn’t sleep. He didn’t mind though. He would rather spend his time watching the stars instead of falling asleep. He loved looking at the stars. They were fascinating and magical to him.

Whenever he had a stressful day or bad mood, the stars always cheered him up. It was like they knew exactly when he needed them, and appeared then.

The young man’s gaze fell down on his arms where carried a little baby, covered with fine cloth. The little girl was quietly snoring in her father’s arms, her tiny chest lifted an fell peacefully. Her little fingers were wrapped around her father’s forefinger and she didn’t let him go since the moment she fell asleep.

She was pretty like her mother once used to be. She had emerald eyes like her, her lips and her nose. A smile was plastered on the young man’s face. Ahkmenrah, fourth King of the fourth Kings, ruler of the lands of his fathers, couldn’t be happier in that moment.

Of course some days were rough. Raising up a child took a lot of responsibility and energy. Especially when you were a single parent. The whole burden was on your shoulders and you needed to see how you got along with it. He could’ve got help from his servants but refused any helping hand.

This was his baby, his little princess and only he would take care of her. He promised to his queen, wife and soul mate to take care of their baby girl and to guarantee a secure life for the future princess.

Unfortunately, his wife died after she gave birth to their daughter. Her heart was weak and there also appeared some complications during the delivery. Luckily, the princess made it but the young queen needed give up her life.

Ahkmenrah felt a sting of pain in his chest as he thought about the love of his life. It was hard for him to accept the absence of his wife. He didn’t leave his chamber during the first weeks. He wanted to be alone with his grief. He cried every single night, pressing his face into her pillow where her wonderful scent was still present. The fact that he would never be able to see her lovely smile, to run his fingers through her soft curls and to touch her elegant body tore his heart apart.

Then he thought about his daughter and that he had to stay strong for her. She needed him after all.

“I love you, my little princess.” He whispered to her tiny ears as he stroked her soft, pink cheek. “And I love you my queen.” He said a little bit louder and his eyes were fixed on the stars again. He knew and felt that his wife was watching over him and their daughter.

Sometimes he could sense her presence and also her scent was lingering in the air. A few times he caught his baby laughing in joy when no one was around, even when he left the room for a few minutes. He assumed that she could see her mother’s spirit and wished from the bottom of his heart that he would see her too.

“She looks like you, my queen. Her beauty, her eye color, her hair… everything she has from you.” Ahkmenrah continues talking, weighing the infant in his arms back and forth. “Sometimes it hurts to even look at her, because every single thing of her reminds me of you. But then I think about how lucky I am because it was you who gave birth to her. She is ours, yours and mine, our product of love.” He gently kissed his daughter’s cheek.

“And I promised to take care of her. I’ll protect her with my whole being, my beautiful lotus.”

Suddenly, the glass doors were opened and Shepseheret entered the balcony. She had a worried expression on her face. “My son,” She spoke. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” She came closer to the young pharaoh and saw the little girl in his arms. “She’s going to have a cold if you stay outside any longer.”

“She’s going to be alright, mother don’t you worry.” He said, offering the old queen a gentle smile.

“According to the stars, I guess your wife is watching over you?” Shepseheret said amused. “She’s always watching over us, mother.” Ahkmenrah said determined. She knew how much you loved the stars as well and used to believe that whenever the stars appeared on the night sky that you were around, taking care of them.

“I know, son.” She patted her son’s shoulder. “I know. I’m just worried about you. Are you okay?”

Ahkmenrah stared at his baby girl for a moment before he spoke. “I’ve never been better, my queen.  Nefertiti is my little joy of life. She’s my shining star. And I love her so much.” He said, pressing the little infant closer to his body. Shepseheret looked at the young pharaoh wit adoration.

Never in her life had she seen someone who shared so much love and passion for a child. She was proud of the young man in front of her. “You are the best father she could ask for, Ahkmen.” Before she left to leave father and daughter alone she added, “And I’m sure your wife is also proud of you.”

Ahkmenrah smiled happily and gave his attention back to Nefertiti. “You’re my angel, princess. I love you to the moon and back.”

Then he stepped into his room, closing the doors behind him carefully so he wouldn’t make any noise that would wake up the little princess. He went to her crib which stayed next to his bed and slowly laid her down, covering her tiny body.

A wonderful scent of flowers was lingering in the air and a small laugh escaped the Pharaoh’s mouth. “Good night, my sleeping beauty.” He said to Nefertiti.

“And good night, my precious queen.”

ktrovosky asked for some ronsey tattoo aftercare and I honestly live to serve adriana so I wrote what was supposed to be a drabble and is actually 1.8k :’)

idk how gay and sad you wanted this to be but hoooo boy it is both

Gansey finds him swaddled in cling wrap like a miserable cafeteria sandwich, his fine freckled back drenched in black and red.

“Jesus Christ.”

Ronan glances over his shoulder at him and bares his teeth.

“Badass, right?”

Gansey tuts, an impossibly condescending noise inherited from a long line of impossible, condescending people. “Declan will be livid.”

Ronan’s face twists, but he doesn’t move to spit or break or topple like he usually would. Gansey realizes all at once it’s because he’s paralyzed by pain. 

He steps closer, trying not to visibly hover.

Fuck Declan. What can he do to me that hasn’t already been done?”

Gansey rolls his eyes. “Oh but he’s constantly outdoing himself.”

“I wasn’t talking about things he’s done,” Ronan says darkly, and Gansey’s mouth twitches, indulgent.

“No. You weren’t, were you.” Gansey fingers the peeling edge of the second skin holding Ronan’s tattoo together, and he twitches violently. “He could cut you off,” Gansey suggests.

Ronan scoffs, as he knew he would. “Good thing I have a filthy fucking loaded best friend.”

Gansey warms. This has been their inside (and only) joke in the broken glass marathon of the last few months. Declan is the obstacle and Gansey the solution. He wishes it didn’t make him feel so gorgeously needed.

He wishes Ronan wasn’t in this warped custody battle between brother and friend at all, that he hadn’t found himself in sudden need of that kind of parental display. He wishes Niall Lynch would walk in right now and fill the room up wall to wall to ceiling, leather and whiskey, ground shaking laughter and crystal cruel eyes.

“What is it?” He asks quietly, eyeing the puffy black lines twisting Ronan’s back into something as angry as his insides.

Ronan shrugs delicately. “Lots of shit. Nightmares.” He seems to find this funny for some reason, and his back quakes.

“May I?” Gansey asks, a tender palm at the nape of Ronan’s neck just above where the mess begins.

He shrugs again, but there’s new tension in him, and a silence that Gansey doesn’t understand.

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Cancer Woman, Pisces Man

The double Water Sign influence over those who love, such as the Moon Maiden and the Neptune man, is in many ways, more magnetic and compelling than a double Fire, Earth or Air combinations. The mystical water essence of their natures is sensitive and absorbing… reflecting images back and forth between them… so that frequently, their romance has a dreamlike quality about it, however many years they’re together.

If they should quarrel and separate for a time, the missing is usually much deeper than with other lovers who are thus temporarily parted… the emptiness greater. The need to return to each other and be mutually forgiven is intense. A recently parted Crab and Fish are two sad and depressed people indeed.

They should cheer up, because their chances of reconciliation are excellent - when she stops pouting and he stops trying to escape himself, which is, of course, a solution doomed to failure. It’s impossible to escape one’s self, as impossible as it is to permanently avoid the other half of one’s self. If there should be more than one negative aspect between the Luminaries, Ascendents, Mars and Venus in their birth charts, they could remain divided. But there will always be the memories… What in the world would he do if he ever lost her? How could she live without him? The girl Crab and the Fish feel their emotions with an intensity that belies their outwardly reticent, quiet manner. When the enormity of such a loss strikes the Lunar lady and her Pisces man in that awful, shocking way of a reality when it suddenly hits hard that it is a reality, not just a hazy “maybe,” their minds and hearts and souls are all three unexpectedly overwhelmed with a surge of emotion difficult to express, because the thought of the possibility suffuses the intellect and the feelings so totally.

All the more reason for the Moon Maid and her Pisces man to make a special effort to refuse to allow the few differences between their personalities to grow until they drown their caring.

Fortunately, the differences are relatively minor, and can be smoothly compromised, once they’re confessed - and softened slightly. Since they both like happy endings, we’ll peek at their problems first, then last of all, remind them of the oceans of good things they share that make their romantic chemistry so powerful.

The first scarecrow we see in their garden is made of the strangest things. What could it be? Certainly not straw. It’s green, slightly soiled, crumpled and wrinkled, with bits of metal fastened here and there. It’s money. Sure enough. Actually, worth much less, in the long run, than straw or hay. The scarecrow of money can frighten some lady Crabs and the Fish they love with its ability to form itself into a high wall between them. She likes to accumulate it, save it, keep it, sock lots of it in the bank, stuff it in her sachets and watch it grow sturdily through investment. She’s normally more than a little economical with cash, if she’s a typical Cancerian, and she may nag him about being so disinterested in gathering up scoops of it, so careless about scattering it around among his friends who need it, spending such large sums of it on his multiple dreams and schemes - and what she considers to be unnecessarily large tips to waiters, waitresses, bellmen, doormen, redcaps, porters and the like. He’ll have to try to understand that she’s not really stingy, just concerned about her security in what he must admit is an increasingly insecure world - and she’ll have to try to comprehend that an excessive concentration on cash strangles his creative freedom and his imagination equally. Then they should open separate checking accounts, each of which will be none of the other’s business whatsoever. (Even so, he’ll probably be less interested in her monthly balances than she’ll be in his.)

Another scarecrow looms in the moonlight - moodiness, a complaint each of these two will make against the other. He withdraws into Neptune’s silences to meditate, she becomes cross because he won’t tell her what he’s thinking. Or - she crawls into her crab shell to brood in an inexplicable melancholy during the waning Moon, and this causes him to be depressed, because the Pisces man, as I’ve noted before, is a “psychic sponge,” helplessly absorbing all the feelings around him. Influenced by the Lunar phases, the Cancerian woman is a “reflector” of feelings, imaging them back like a photographic plate. (It’s not a coincidence that most Crabs are either photographers or intensely interested in photography.) So she “reflects” his silences, and he “absorbs” her melancholy. He’s curious about what she’s thinking when she’s quiet, though his curiosity is more veiled than hers. These two both like to keep secrets, at the same time they like to know secrets, and each is equally adept at pulling secrets out of others, while locking their own against all questions. Once they recognize this trait they share, they can learn to laugh about it, and refuse to allow it to cause tension between them. With her reflecting nature and his absorbing nature, mental and emotional pollution is a constant danger. If they allow their frustrations to rise or sink above or below the safety level of tranquility, the clouds of tension can only pour back upon them a rain of resentment, frustration and selfish seeking that kills happiness.

The girl Crab’s great sense of humor is a saving grace regarding many of their problems. Unless there are unusually severe afflictions between the Luminaries and Ascendents in their horoscopes, there should be no “sexual scarecrows” to frighten them during their lovemaking. Normally, Cancer and Pisces are ideally mated in a physical sense. Through their sexual union, they experience the rare joy of - not just receiving, not just giving - but exchanging the gift of fulfillment. The difference is something many lovers never realize. Because they’re so closely, even telepathically attuned to each other’s needs and desires, passion brings them profound peace, stills their trembling… and afterwards, when they’ve become two separate individuals again, their Oneness lingers in their eyes, like a memory of magic too deep to communicate in words, best left to only quiet knowing.

He really listens to her seasonal fears and apprehensions - with such gentle patience. She covers his winters of self-doubt with such warm and tender blankets of caring. Remembering how much they need each other, being aware of the unthinkable possibility of losing the security of their special kind of interdependency, can protect their relationship. This man and woman are extraordinarily sensitive to each other’s thoughts, literally able to read each other’s minds.

The refreshing newness of love, like the sweet grass-scented blessing of a silvery summer shower, is worth protecting.

~ Linda Goodman’s Love Signs

@theincrediblepicklepanda​, I’m sorry for the delay, but I hope this content is worth the wait. :-)

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader Time Vault

Imagine at the end of the day always meeting up with Eowells in the Time Vault…

You snuck into the Time Vault waiting for Eo. The security was pretty lax here, but you didn’t want to take any chances in getting caught. Especially after you lied to the team about going home early for your puppy. Sitting down on one of the chairs with a blanket wrapped around you, you thought back to how this happened. You couldn’t say that you didn’t have a crush on the man.

You found out who Harrison Wells really was after accidently seeing his leg movements and later confronting him about it. Which lead to the genius scientist to grudgingly spill his secret, but you promised Eobard that you wouldn’t tell anyone. He told you of his plan of needing Barry to get back home (you didn’t know that he was going to hurt Barry after) so you helped him. Taking on small missions of obtaining items and motivating the Scarlet speedster, in exchange for Dr. Wells to protect you. Over time the man in the yellow suit became fond of you. You were so determined to help him go home that you seemed put yourself in danger a couple of times. Saving you gave Eobard a sense of purpose in this era. He thought of you less as a tool (like he did with Barry) and more like a partner he needed. The fact that you stayed willingly made him wanted to keep you even more.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the wheelchair stroll into the Time Vault. Eobard stood up and walked to your chair from behind. He looked down at your small frame and covered your eyes, smiling when he heard you gasp at the loss of vision.

“Guess who?”

You smiled at the gruff voice, “Eobard.”

Post breakup cuddles

(A/N): I hope you’re doing better sweet anon 

Request:It’s the always present small, red headed trans man here. So, my boyfriend just broke up with me and I’ve been kinda down recently can I get a fix where Steve or Bucky is helping comfort the reader, I just need something really fluffy right now…

Warnings: none, mentions of a breakup

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

   You sniffle softly as you paw away at your permanently runny nose. Only a few days ago you had broken up with your boyfriend and to say you were hurting was putting it lightly. Tissues shrouded your bed and you had covered yourself in a mass of blankets, refusing to come out even for the most tempting offers (which had been Clint’s offer to go out and buy you some puppies and pizza). All you wanted to do was stay in bed and cry until you physically couldn’t any longer and then maybe you’d reconsider Clint’s offer. 

   He hadn’t been the only one to come and check on you, hell, Nat had threatened to break down your door if you didn’t let her in for five minutes. Even Tony and Thor had come in to check on you, just asking you some questions about how you were doing before leaving you once again. 

   Everyone was attempting to cheer you up but unfortunately nothing was doing the trick, you had remained in this constantly sad state since your breakup and that only made you feel worse. Everyone around you was attempting to make you feel better, try to include you in more and yet you remained depressed much to your disappointment and just to make matters worse it had began to rain. Most days you’d be elated at the sight of dark clouds and stormy weather but it was only adding to your depression today. Perhaps if you got up, got dressed, maybe went out- You snort at the mere thought of even leaving your warm bed, the almost comfort it brought you. So instead of getting up and doing something with your life you chose to snuggle down deeper into your messy bed, electing to ignore the world for now. 

   You must have fallen asleep because you suddenly jolt upright in bed, your mind hazy and foggy as you attempt to figure out just what in the hell had woken you up. A loud banging issued from your door, causing you to jump once again, nearly squeaking at the sudden surprise. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky’s all too demanding voice rings throughout your room, even though Bucky himself wasn’t in there with you. “Let me in…now,” His tone is dark and most definitely intimidating which is why you suddenly found yourself on your feet and by the door in a matter of seconds. You reach out to grasp the handle of your door only to stop halfway, your nerves getting the better of you. Oh god- what was Bucky going to think when he saw just what a mess you were? Was he going to be mad? Would he be disgusted? Would he- “(Y/N),” Bucky’s voice is nearly a growl at this point. “Open the damn door,” His dark tone is enough to convince you that your room doesn’t matter, not when Bucky was taking that tone with you. 

   You hastily open your door, quickly unlocking it before taking a step back, not wanting to be pummeled by Bucky’s apparent rage. You await your door to burst open, to reveal a seething Bucky but instead your door lightly creaks open and when Bucky finally walks in he doesn’t even look remotely mad, a stark contrast to the tone he had just been using on you. 

   “Sorry,” Bucky’s tone is much more soft now, sweet and nearly loving as he speaks to you. “I had to get you to open this door somehow,” He gives you a shy smile as he closes the door behind him, shutting it quietly so not as to disturb the peace of the tower. “So,” Bucky steps a bit closer to you, “You doin’ okay? No one’s heard from you in a few days,” You merely shrug your shoulders, dropping your gaze from his gorgeous face to the floor below you. 

   “I could be better,” You whisper softly, hoping that Bucky didn’t quite catch on to what you heard. Unfortunately that man had the ears of a goddamn hunting dog and he picked up on your words immediately. You can hear him sigh a quiet ‘oh god doll,’ before you’re quite suddenly wrapped up in his arms, the warmth and security of him wrapping around you like a blanket. 

   “Is there anything I can do to help?” You go to open your mouth to tell him, ‘I’m fine Buck, but thanks,’ or something like that but you suddenly become hyper aware of just how comforting Bucky’s touch was; A comfort you hadn’t felt in quite some time. 

   “I uh-” You trail off, getting lost in the small bit of pleasure that suddenly erupted around you as Bucky began to play with your hair, running his hand over it, smoothing over the knots that had accumulated. “Can you- can you just…” You trail off once again, a little too nervous to ask the question. “This is- this is good right here,” You whisper, perhaps a little too fast for anyone to comprehend and yet Bucky “I can crack any sentence apart” Barnes was able to figure it out. 

   “You just- you just want to cuddle?” Even Bucky sounds a bit embarrassed at the idea and you can’t help the small flame of embarrassment that floods through you. 

   “Never mind,” You begin to pull away, detaching yourself from Bucky’s warm embrace. “It was stupid and-” You were so close to getting free from the confines of Bucky’s arms when suddenly he yanks you back against him, nearly giving you whiplash at the speed. 

   “No, If cuddling helps you then cuddling is what you’re gonna get,” You smile against Bucky, melting against him a bit as you allow your walls to slowly come down, the walls you had built up since this little breakup you had. 

   “You know what?” You whisper as you press yourself against Bucky a little more, a bit desperate to feel his warmth and safety surround you once again. “I think I’d like that,” You can feel Bucky smiling against you and before you know it he’s wrapped you up even tighter, his arms providing a sort of shield from the rest of the world. 

   “You better get ready,” Bucky’s voice has dropped a few octaves, giving him an almost seductive like voice. “Cause I’m about to cuddle the fuck out of you,” 

Someone has been shovelling his driveway.

Not that this is a bad thing—Castiel is more than grateful that after his shift, he can fall into bed in his honeybee scrubs without having to worry about snow removal (Gabriel keeps telling him to hire someone, but Cas likes being outside, even in the winter, and shovelling is a good way to make time for it), but Castiel has no idea who this mystery do-gooder is.

And, honestly, he’d like to thank them.

He spends the next week attempting to figure out creative ways to unmask his mystery person, going even so far as to set up a camera—but by the time the figure starts it’s dark, and winter clothing is too big and bulky to glean any sort of other information.

Until one day, Cas’s driveway isn’t shovelled at all.

But neither is his neighbour’s from three houses down.

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Halloween Treats - Harley Quinn and Joker x Daughter fic (requested)

Request: Pleaseee do some more harley and joker daughter writes ! I loved your first one ! could you do another one about their daughter?

Words: 3,565

Warnings: Please keep in mind my writing is referring to how Harley Quinn and The Joker are presented in Suicide Squad, not the comics. Thanks!

Reader is referred to in ‘you’ terms and is roughly around 5(: 

Not exactly a sequal but based off this http://potter-imagines.tumblr.com/post/146736957085/puddin-i-think-there-might-be-something-wrong imagine 

Costumes of all sorts were flung around your room looking like tornado had swept through leaving only a destruction of clothes in it’s path. Thrown across your floral lampshade was an Alice in Wonderland themed dress. On top of your wooden oak stained dresser was a vampire costume (Harley had picked it out hoping to pull some evil from you). Being the daughter of the crazed couple Harley Quinn and The Joker, a pernicious costume for the upcoming Halloween an aspiration that your parents had for you. 

Laying on your princess comforter was a brown basket and a blue and white short dress resembling that of Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. All the costumes Harley had bought for you, her stubborn daughter, were discarded and thrown around the room. You had your own intentions for a Halloween costume but with the holiday being right around the corner, your time was falling short.

Harley had been curled up in your rose printed arm chair for the past half an hour watching you clamber through costumes after costumes. She sighed heavily wishing your buzzing self would just pick an outfit and be done. Mr. J was going to be home within the hour and when he saw the mess you created, you’d get an ear full.

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The Next Ten Minutes

pairing: lin-manuel x reader

summary: lin and reader get engaged how cute such fluff. lots of tl5y references.

warnings: mmmmmmmmm idk alcohol mention and it’s so sweet you might get a toothache? 

word count: 1,355

a/n: AHHH I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I posted. I’ve been stressed and just hadn’t written in a while but had this half finished in my google docs for nearly a month and enough is ENOUGH. so happy Tuesday, here’s this!! my friend addie @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait has been going through some tough times lately and I wrote this for her because of her undying love for lin-manuel miranda and weddings. flashback in italics, you can listen to the song here.

Lin’s hand is clutched in yours as you walk, the leaves floating to the ground creating a red and gold blanket. You lean in closer to him, wrapping your arm through his as your dog pulls at the leash in Lin’s other hand.

“This is nice,” you murmur, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“It is,” he agrees, turning to peck the top of your head.

It’s the first free day in months for Lin, and he’s promised to spend the entire day with you. You understood when you began dating about a year ago that Lin’s life was hectic - it came with the territory of being one of the most brilliant writers on Broadway. That didn’t make it much easier, especially once you realized the depth of your feelings for Lin. But he had always found ways to make it work, constantly making you a priority among his many other responsibilities.

The two of you had gone out for breakfast to your favorite diner, just down the street from the apartment you share. After waffles and coffee you had returned home to get your pup, and now you were strolling along in Central Park.

“That one’s John Lennon there,” Lin sings as you walk past the statue, bumping his hip against yours. It’s a reference to The Last Five Years, a musical you both love. Your first date had been to see a production of it at a small Off-Broadway theater.

“We should go meet the dinosaurs,” you chirp back.

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Some people been asking me why I don’t ship Connor and Oliver in How To Get Away With Murder.

The reason is honestly is so present in the show, so I don’t see why others can’t see it.

Just look:

‘‘You know the way you can’t do drugs, you are like that for me.’‘

- Literally compared his relationship to Connor to drugs, acting as if both these things/people carry the same negative impact

‘‘You’ll have it too (HIV) and maybe we’ll be in this together.’‘

- Putting himself and his mental health over Connor’s and his well being

‘‘I hate you.’‘

- Subtle comment when mad/stressed (founded on comprehensible but somewhat unwarranted things

‘‘You are the idiot.’‘

- Subtle comment when mad/stressed

‘‘I’m surprised by blabbermouth boyfriend hasn’t told you already.’‘

- Subtle comment when mad/stressed

‘‘You’re not allowed to talk right now, consider it practice for not being able to keep your mouth shut.’‘

- Mocking sarcastic comment when mad/stressed

‘I’d never thought I’d end up with a self-absorbed pretty boy.’‘

- Unwarranted subtle comment

‘‘Why is it not bad? So I can hear your lame excuses?’‘

- Assuming the worst out of a partner

‘‘I mean, even I would probably have sex in a sex party.’‘

- Just to show how dedicated and faithful he is to Connor

*Did exactly what Connor told him not to do* (search for the secret baby)

- Disregarding Connor’s feeling and perspective

*Lied/Ignored to Connor about getting involved with the murder searching*

- Disregarding Connor’s feeling and perspective once again

‘‘Stop being such a buzzkill.’‘

- Subtle comment when mad/stressed

*Disregarded Connor’s feelings, safety and his life changing opportunity and decided to delete his Stanford email because he(Oliver) wanted excitement in life*

- Putting himself first in the relationship once again

*Disregarded Connor’s feelings and perspective once again by getting the job he specifically asked Oliver not to get because he(Oliver) wanted excitement in life*

- Putting himself first in the relationship for the third time

*Screamed and got mad at Connor because he didn’t react the way Oliver wanting him to react*

- Being controlling about Connor’s emotional state

*Broke up with Connor literally right after he found out about how Oliver ruined a big opportunity for him because he didn’t want Connor to go alone if he would be going alone, and wanted excitement in life if they were going together*

- Putting himself first in the relationship for the fourth time

‘‘I only ever do what other people want.’‘

- Lack of acknowledgment of the amount of time he put himself over Connor, more so than the contrary*

*The way he expected Connor do live with him and be weirdly close to him right after the breakup*

- Putting what he wants first, and disregarding Connor’s feeling and emotional state

‘‘You sabotaged me.’‘

- Accusations without giving him the benefit of the doubt (x2)

‘‘I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to act like an adult.’‘

- Suble comment when mad/stressed

‘‘That’s just you and the entire city of Philadelphia.’‘ (x2)

- Subtle slut-shaming comment when mad/stressed

‘‘I need time alone.’‘

- Only to go on dates like three days later

*Literally went to Connor because he couldn’t get laid disregarding all the time he said he didn’t want Connor, disregarding Connor’s feeling and literally using him for his benefice*

- Putting himself first in the relationship for the fifth time

*Mocking Connor’s wanting to keep him safe*

- Suble comment when mad/stressed

*Mocking Connor’s perpective on love and his feelings*

- Suble comment when mad/stressed

‘’I’m not some security blanket for you to go to every time something bad happens with Annalise.’‘

- Hypocrisy as everytime somethinga bad happens with another man, he comes back to Connor

‘‘Some weird messed up emotional damage that you been carrying around since the day I met you.’‘

What I don’t undertand is how you can ship them especially if you include the things that Connor is to blame for in this relationship  which I’m not going to explain since I’m biased like that. Look, I’m not saying that Connor is this perfect character, just look at the way he treats Michaela sometimes but he deserves so much better than someone who constantly belittle him and puts his feelings over him(Connor) all the time.


Just something I came up with while on my trip.

Ocarina of Time Zelink. No connections to any of the other stories I’ve written. Just a oneshot. 

Without a doubt, Zelda mused, Link was most ardently a gentleman. And not the manipulative type that was seen at court, nor the ambivalent type where a man treaded the boundary of living up to his noble station and being an outright brute when his temperament took control. Link was gentle in the most congenial of forms. 

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