and i thought it couldn't get any better after she made that face

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 1)

Summary: Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Author’s Note: Just 3.5k of nerd!tae femdom smut. Listen to THIS while reading the bathroom scene.

Kinks Included in this chapter: Toy use (on tae)- sexual acts in public- tae wearing panties ;)

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Final Part

The room shook with deafening vibrations. He stared in awe at his fellow students who seemed completely oblivious of what was happening right in their presence, and Mr. Thomson droned on as if the room wasn’t about to cave in. Taehyung alone sensed it, like how animals seem to know just before an earthquake is about to strike while the dumb humans went on with their lives unaware of the disaster about to befall them… Or maybe he was the only one hearing it because the source of the vibrations was stuck so far up his ass that each time he shifted in his seat his vision went star-white.

A light chuckle tickled his ear and his tormentor whispered, “Ease up, puppy, you’re gonna call attention to us.” The words were nice and soothing but the hand that ran up the inside of his thigh was anything but.

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Angelica waited for him to reply. There was no answer.

The treasurer’s office was in total darkness, with the curtains drawn. It smelled of ink and dust, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Two stacks of papers guarded the figure of Alexander who, holding the quill, as usual, was writing. Angelica wondered how the hell he saw where or what he was doing, but he was just doing it. Non-stop.

- Alexander, do not ignore me! What the hell is wrong with you? - she asked again.

Seeing him so focused, so absorbed, one could almost feel the weight of the obligations he wanted to fulfill, heavy as chains. The quill continued to move when Alexander spoke, without turning.

- I thought I had made it clear, I will not go upstate - said annoyed - I have a so much work to do. If Eliza and you can not understand I-

- The only one here who can not understand it is YOU! - remarking the ‘you’, Angelica released the knob and walked behind the desk, looking at Alexander straight, the furniture between them. Alexander did not let go of the quill but he was more self-conscious and avoided the intense look with which Angelica seemed to attack him.  

 - Listen to me Hamilton and listen to me well - Angelica snatched the quill from his hand to make him look her in the eye. It worked.

- I’m tired of a stupid puddle of water separating me from my home here; tired of planning and planning the perfect vacation with Eliza so that now you throw it all overland; tired of having to wait weeks to hear from you; tired of having to imagine your face, and when finally I have you in front of me, after traveling 5,500 kilometres… you deny my request? - she took a deep breath and pointed him with the quill - Oh, Alexander, this is falling very low…

- Angelica, I’m sorry - he spat - I understand that this bothers you, but it’s my job that is at stake! I’ve fought hard for this, I can not afford to throw it all away now-

Angelica banged on the table. Alexander was startled.

- And in what the hell is good for you? To unveil you? To overwhelm you, get away from your family, not be able to enjoy your own children? - more than angry, Angelica seemed on the verge of despair.

Alexander’s eyes widened. Then he looked at the ground, guilty. He rubbed his face with both hands. There were too many fronts open at the same time, he was overwhelmed, could not think clearly. Finally, Angelica saw a fracture in his chains, an opportunity. She relaxed his tone and slowly, left the quill on the table.

- You have written so much that you could fill the entire Congress - she said, almost whispering, with a touch of admiration - I do not think they care that you take a break, and resume your duties in a while … or at least, that you divide them enough to be able to allow you a vacation …

Alexander looked at both hands conscientiously. Closing his fists, he looked up to reconnect his pupils with her sister-in-law’s. They maintained the connection, a chill ran down her back.

- Eliza … she has been preparing this vacation for months, it really makes her very happy - she took a deep breath - and personally, I didn’t lie when I said I would miss your face.

Alexander got up, catching up with her. The desk separated them physically, but for them, it no longer existed. He took a strong breath, squeezing his eyes, and when he opened them, they had the look of a prisoner who was crying out for help to get out of his own prison. Luckily, Angelica had the key he needed.

- Alexander, let’s enjoy these three months…


Taking a Break AU: the beginning (2/3)

Summer of 1791, New York City. Elizabeth Schuyler’s vacations are in several danger due to the fact her beloved husband Alexander Hamilton refuses to go to the family vacation in any way. Luckily, her sister Angelica may take a different way in this AU and, perhaps, change some things…

Phew! Finally, the second part is ready! I’m so sorry for have it this late, better late than never? *runs*  
I had a great time doing these gifs, I hope they see okay!
Also, forgive my English grammar please, I’m not native and I SUCK AT WRITING if there are some important errors please tell me
WOW, what will Alexander answer? HOW TO SAY NO TO THIS HA HA 

no seriously how

First part!

More of Taking a Break AU!


AU where Ned told Robert the truth in time, they defeated the Lannisters together and Robert legitimized his oldest son. Gendry and Arya had their same adventures and maybe he followed her to Braavos and back… 

King Robert Baratheon and Lord Eddard Stark watched as their daughter and son, respectively, walked side by side near the river. As usual, the latter was mostly quiet and laughing at something the former, her usually loud self, had just said. Nearby prowled the familiar gray and white direwolf.

Robert’s eyes glistened with tears. “Oh, my friend,” he sighed wistfully. “But this is how it was meant to be.”

As he watched the two, Ned’s eyes looked haunted, as if he’d seen a ghost. Or two. And there was more than a hint of sadness in them as well. “They look the very sight of you and-.” His voice broke then, and he had to look away from the sight of the two of them.

Robert agreed with a silent, weepy nod. “Finally,” he choked softly on his words. “Our houses are truly to be joined.”

Ned glanced sharply at his friend and king. “Patience, your Grace. That will be up to the two of them.”

Robert scoffed and took ahold of his friend’s elbow so he was faced once again in the young couple’s direction. Ned’s daughter had just pushed Robert’s son into the stream and run away so the ex-apprentice smith had no choice but to run after her. “But they’re so clearly in love.”

Ned wasn’t sure he could deny the truth of the king’s words. “They may grow out of it yet.” He was only being stubborn because he had always thought, out of all his children, he would have the hardest time marrying Arya to someone. Not because no one would want her; she was beautiful like her aunt and just as willful. What man could not love her? Yet, he’d always been so certain Arya would refuse even the prospect of being with someone.

Yet, here she was. Clearly smitten. True, she was as of yet young and may not yet understand her affections. But they were there all the same. She’d struggled for two years in the war-stricken lands of Westeros side-by-side the smith-turned-prince. Now, Gendry was the first person she sought in the mornings at the Red Keep and on their current journey North. And Gendry was always the last person she saw before turning up out of nowhere to sleep.

Ned didn’t begrudge her the pairing. The truth was the boy was, despite his humble beginnings, more lordly or princely than any of the princes Ned had known since Rhaegar. Gendry was a fast learner who could now read, write, and recite the history of the Seven Kingdoms, among other talents he’d picked up in the time since Robert had legitimized him. The boy was brave and strong as well and had, if the stories could be believed, saved Arya’s life countless times during the years she’d been missing. Though she’d save Gendry’s life plenty too, Gendry never failed to reminded them.

“If ever there were two more plainly made for each other than these two,” Robert was sighing longingly again. “It was your sister and me.”

Ned disagreed but silently to the latter statement. Outwardly, he only nodded an acknowledgement to his friend. “They’re best friends and one’s just as stubborn as the other,” Ned allowed.

In truth, Robert and Lyanna had been nothing alike. In truth, Robert had never truly known Lyanna, could not ever have understood her. Ned watched as his youngest daughter and the new prince now crossed “swords” (Arya had challenged Gendry to a duel with large sticks from the forest) across the way. This boy, this Gendry, by contrast, seemed to know exactly who Arya was. A wolf. A warrior. A lady only by birth. And still he loved her just the same.

Ned recalled a conversation he’d had with the lad, shortly after his legitimization.

“I won’t make you marry my daughter,” Ned had told the red-faced boy gruffly. “Though it’s what your father desires.”

Gendry had stared at him in surprise then. “Make me?” He repeated the words as a question.

“Now that you’re a prince, boy.” Ned clarified. “Might be you’ll want to find a woman more suited to the title of princess.”

The truth was Ned just wanted to gauge both Gendry’s intentions and thoughts on Arya’s noble status in contrast to her behavior.

The boy grew redder in the face, though this time from anger, it seemed. “No.” He muttered stubbornly. “There’s no one more-.” He seemed to catch himself, remembering he was talking both to Arya’s father and a lord. A lifetime of submission to lords had followed him into the Red Keep. “What I mean, m’lord, is, for me, there could be no better match. But only if she’ll have me. In truth, no one could deserve your daughter, but-.” He seemed unsure.

Ned wasn’t sure he’d ever heard the boy talk so much at one time or, indeed, so passionately. “Go on, lad.” He encouraged him softly.

“I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy enough.”

Ned’s throat had gone as dry as a bone then. There would be no refusal on this end of the match. Ned had hoped he could depend on his fiery and fierce daughter to do so, but…

Ned thought then to the conversation with his daughter during which he’d broached the topic.

Earlier that day, Ned had noticed a chaste but intense hug pass between Arya and Gendry. Despite knowing what they’d gone through, it had never crossed Ned’s mind that his little wolf would have ever seen a boy that way. Sansa had always been the one singing the songs.

At supper that night, Ned had been explaining to both his daughters that, following the catastrophes that had befallen them so far, they didn’t have to marry anyone they didn’t wish to. Sansa had gazed at him gratefully. Her ordeals with the Lannisters had hardened her wishes to ever get married.

Arya, however, had looked curiously up at him. “If you were going to make us get married, who would I have to marry?” She asked in a voice of pure innocence.

Ned blinked in surprise at her. “I wouldn’t, sweet one.” He thought back to the hug from earlier in the day now. “Is there someone you had in mind?” He wondered out loud.

And for the first time in her life in Ned’s presence, Arya actually blushed. “No,” she murmured in the voice she used when she was lying. “I was just wondering.”

Then she blurted, “Is Sansa still to marry the prince, even though it’s a different one?” Her face was still red, but was it in anger now?

Sansa nearly choked on the honey cakes she was nibbling on then. They both looked at her father.

Ned was watching his younger one carefully. “Of course not, little one. Not if she doesn’t want to.”

Arya nearly glared at Sansa then. Sansa blinked in surprise at Arya, but a knowing smile grew on her face. “I just want to go home.” She murmured.

Arya actually looked relieved then.

As the king and his Hand gazed across the fields towards their children, both now laying on the ground next to each other and laughing, Ned realized he’d lost a battle he never thought he’d have to fight. Still, he surmised, as he watched the way Gendry gazed at Arya, as if never had there existed a more perfect person, he could have lost to someone much less worthy.

  • Yang: *Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
  • Ruby: *Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
  • Yang: *Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
  • Ruby: Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: *Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
  • Ruby: Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
  • Yang: They were on a date Ruby!
  • Ruby: *At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
  • Yang: *Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
  • Ruby: oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
  • Yang: What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
  • Ruby: Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
  • Yang: *sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
  • Ruby: Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
  • Yang: Hehe, Yeah I would.
  • ~Later~
  • Ruby: *Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
  • Weiss: Welcome back Blake.
  • Blake: Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
  • Weiss: Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
  • Blake: Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
  • Weiss: So how did it go?
  • Blake: How did what go?
  • Weiss: Your date with Sun.
  • Blake: *Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
  • Weiss: What do you mean?
  • Blake: Sigh, Sun kissed me.
  • Weiss: He kissed you!?
  • Blake: Yes. And then I slapped him.
  • Weiss: WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
  • Blake: As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
  • Weiss: But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
  • Blake: What?! No! God No!
  • Weiss: Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
  • Blake: ...
  • Weiss: ... Wait.
  • Blake: Weiss. Don't.
  • Weiss: Oh. My god.
  • Blake: Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
  • Ruby: *It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
  • Blake: R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
  • Blake: I...
  • Weiss: Ruby what is wrong with-
  • Ruby: Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
  • Blake: Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
  • Ruby: Oh thank you god!
  • Blake/Weiss: Eh?
  • Ruby: Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
  • Blake/Weiss: What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
  • Ruby: Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
  • Blake: Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
  • Ruby: Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
  • Blake: WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
  • Weiss: You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
  • Ruby: Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*
A Blind Path Home, part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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anonymous asked:

AHH SORRY I Didn't see you did a kidnapping one.. But could you please add V and Saeran?

It’s no problem at all, anonny! But I promised that I would add on the minor trio to this head canon so thank you for your patience! I wrote these to be extra long since it was only three characters plus I haven’t posted a headcanon in a while! So thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • V couldn’t sit and paced back and forth around his home whenever he found a photo set of Mint Eye followers kidnapping you
  • He knew that Rika was playing a sick joke on him but dragging you into it made him feel a wave of guilt
  • From his own experience with that crazy woman, V didn’t call any of the other RFA members for help, he knew that it would only bring harm to them or yourself
  • So V took a moment to collect himself before going to Mint Eye to save you, no matter the cost
  • V had to sneak his way around the other Mint Eye followers but halted when he heard your screams coming from Rika’s room
  • Not caring anymore about anything else, V ran as fast as his long legs could take him to Rika’s room
  • When V burst through the door, he looked in horror as he saw you, arms bound together and blood coming out from the large wound on your stomach accompanied by other bruises inflicted by the crazy blonde woman
  • “What’s the matter V? I’m only hurting her before you do, we all know that you will sooner or later. Plus, this will show MC that being with a demon like you only brings pain.” Rika seethed as she stuck her foot on a particularly dark bruise on your body, making you yelp in pain
  • V stood his ground, taking off his sunglasses to try and show Rika the sincerity in his word
  • “Rika, please let MC go. She has nothing to do with this. You’re upset with me, please don’t drag her into this all. Just let her go and do whatever you want with me.”
  • But V’s reasoning fell on deaf ears as Rika only laughed hysterically in his face, pulling out a gun that was aimed towards your head
  • “You’re so full of it V! Do you honestly think I’m going to let MC live? No, she needs to realize that all you do is bring pain to those around them. Now, say goodbye to your precious little MC!”
  • Before Rika could pull the trigger, V tackled her to the ground, easily pushing down her smaller figure as he grabbed the gun out of her hand and used the handle to slam into her head to knock her out
  • The rest was a blur for you but the last thing you remembered was V gently lifting you into his arms with tears in his dull eyes
  • When you woke up next, you were laying in a hospital bed with V crying softly into his hands
  • You placed a gentle hand on top of V’s, making him jump but a look of relief washed over his face as he saw you were awake
  • V enveloped you with a hug, mindful of your injuries and apologized like there was no tomorrow but reaffirmed his everlasting love for you
  • “I know that everything that happened to you was my fault and I take full responsibility for it. But I don’t want to run away from you, I want to stay by your side and protect you, MC. Please allow me to be with you always because I will make sure that harm never comes to you again my love.”


  • Saeran tried calling you for the fifteenth time since he arrived at the ice cream parlor
  • The two of you decided to meet up and have an ice cream celebration because Saeran was told that he was healthy enough to stop therapy
  • All of his excitement for the day turned to fear as he bit his bottom lip while calling you again
  • He wouldn’t have been as concerned if anyone else wasn’t responding, you were always on time plus if you were running late, you’d let him know right away
  • When his phone rang, Saeran breathed a sigh of relief that quickly faded when he saw an unknown caller was calling him
  • He cautiously answered only to hear your screams on the other end of the line
  • Saeran bolted out of the ice cream shop, demanding for you to answer him but when a venomous voice answered instead, Saeran’s blood ran cold
  • “Oh well if it isn’t our little psychotic edgy boy! I’m so glad that you answered, Unknown. You see, we truly miss you here at Mint Eye and even though the savior is gone, we decided to revive paradise, isn’t that amazing?!”
  • Saeran grit his teeth, his hands shaking from anxiety as he hissed out a response
  • “What have you done to MC? Where the hell is she?! If you touch one hair on her body I will destroy you.”
  • The man on the other line tsked and chuckled as he responded, “We had a feeling you wouldn’t corporate, you always were a stubborn one, Unknown. So we thought that the perfect way to make sure you come back to us, stealing your little girlfriend as incentive to make sure you come to us!”
  • “MC, hang on! I’m going to get you out of there!” Saeran yelled over the phone as he ran back to Seven’s place
  • “You never learn do you Unknown? We aren’t that stupid you know. If you come here with any weapons or reinforcement then you can say goodbye to your precious girlfriend. Come within the next hour or else we’ll have to turn little MC here into a believe, after of course we give her a small beating.”
  • To emphasize his point, the man kicked you hard, making you groan in pain and Saeran to since as the line went dead
  • Ignoring part of the believer’s threats, Saeran ran into his brother’s home, who was away for the week, and grabbed his gun and knife
  • Saeran knew exactly where the believers would be keeping you captive and before entering he dingy, rusted building, Saeran took a deep breath and remembered that he was fighting to save your life
  • But when he saw you, Saeran’s gave contorted into one of horror, sorrow, and rage
  • There were shattered bottles and liquids on the floor, your hands were tied down to a chair as a believer was forcing you to drink the special elixir
  • “Stop fighting and drink this, then you’ll be allowed into paradise, my dear! Then you can-” The believer wasn’t able to finish as Saeran’s fist pummeled his face
  • “MC…” Saeran shakily let out a breath as he freed you from the chair, gently cradling you to his chest
  • When reinforcements came, you could barely make out what was going on but you heard the sound of a gun being fired and believers dropping to the floor
  • The last thing you saw before passing out was Saeran’s worried face covered in blood as he called your name
  • Hearing a groan of pain from where you laid in a hospital bed, Saeran raced to your side and took your hand into his own
  • “MC! How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? You only were forced a little bit of the elixir so you shouldn’t be in too much pain. Please, please answer me MC!”
  • Even though your body ached, you lifted a shaky hand to Saeran’s cheek and caressed it softly
  • “I’m alright, Saeran, just a little sore. Thank you for saving me, my ice cream prince.”
  • Saeran let out a relived laugh at your annoying nickname for him, he took your hand and kissed it gently as he squeezed it, making a vow to you
  • “I swear on my life that no one will ever hurt you again. I know that I don’t say it enough but I love you with all of my heart, MC, please never forget that.”


  • Vanderwood’s hands tightly gripped the car’s steering wheel as he raced his way to rescue
  • It was only about an hour ago when Vanderwood received the threatening phone call from his previous worker at agency that they kidnapped you and if he ever wanted to see you again, you would return to the agency
  • Even though he always kept a calm and cool facade, Vanderwood was terrified as to what the agency was doing to you, he knew just how cruel they would be
  • When he finally arrived at the agency, he sneakily maneuvered his way around the familiar building, tightly gripping his taser the entire time
  • Vanderwood almost got caught when he saw what his former agency members were doing to you
  • They had your arms bound together from a hook suspended in the air, your feet barely touching the ground as they made crude comments to you
  • It was when one of the agents started touching your thighs that Vanderwood sprang into action
  • You never saw him fight with such rage before, it even scared you when you saw him slit another agent’s throat with his knife
  • One of the remaining agents cursed Vanderwood, saying that he’d kill you if he didn’t stop his slaughter
  • The agent cut the rope suspending you but Vanderwood pushed him out of the way, meaning no one was there to catch you from falling as your head smacked the floor, knocking you out
  • Vanderwood disposed of the last agent but panicked when he saw a tiny stream of blood coming from your head
  • He quickly checked your pulse and breathed a sigh of relief once he realized you were still alive
  • When you woke up, you glanced around and saw that you were in a hospital with Vanderwood sitting in a chair sleeping peacefully
  • Even though your head was pounding and you noticed small cuts and bruises along your skin, you smiled softly and gently rubbed Vanderwood’s hand
  • At your touch, Vanderwood woke up and grabbed your hand into his own
  • “Are you feeling better, MC? I’m so sorry that all of the happened to you, it’s my fault. But you don’t have to worry anymore, that agency is destroyed for good my love.“
  • “Thank you Vanderwood. I was scared but I knew you would show up and save me because you’re the best! Your not hurt yourself, are you?”
  • Vanderwood rolled his eyes but smiled at your kindness, he watched as you fell back asleep with your own smile on your lip, he made a silent vow to protect you no matter the cost
Sherlock's Daughter: Bullied


Pairing: there isn’t one for this due to the reader being the daughter of Sherlock Holmes.

Request: hello! just a random person who enjoys your one shots… 😅 sorry for just lurking & liking like nothing, but they’re just so good!! i also want to make a request; one where the reader is Sherlock’s daughter, but she gets bullied since she’s a replica of her father & when he finds out that she gets bullied, he snaps & does a surprise visit with uncle Mycroft & John? 🤔

A/N: firstly, I got rid of the gif thing at the start like I used to do because I wasn’t liking it. Secondly, I’m sorry that this has been a long time coming. Thirdly, thank you for your kind comments. Finally, enjoy! x

Warnings: bullying.

PS: I also stated in here that teachers are underachievers but I do not believe this. Most teachers are very hardworking and are highly intelligent but I just had to say something like that in here because I can imagine Sherlock saying something like this.

“Ugh!” Bianca Scott exclaimed as you walked past. “How annoying are smartarses?” She was addressing the ‘populars’ as you liked to call them. The ones that thought they were above all the rest. “Just the way they go on in class… No wonder they don’t have any friends.” This hit you like a truck. It was painful when she insulted you to your face but it injured you more when she did it indirectly. However, you kept your head down and ignored her.

“Pizza, please,” You said to the dinner lady, who then put a slice on your plate. “Thanks.” You went to pay and then sat down next to your friend Heather in the dining hall.

“Hey,” You greeted.

“Hello," Heather replied.

"How was history?”

“Dreadful. You know when I said Mr Ev-”

“Heather!” One of Bianca’s cronies shouted (you believed her name was Clarissa). “Come and sit with us!” The rest of the girls giggled.

You sighed. “You may as well sit with them. They’ll pick on you otherwise.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She gave you a cautious look before leaving to sit with the people you despised. Well, you didn’t really despise them. You felt sorry for them in a way because they felt better about themselves because they were bringing you down. You knew they took Heather to isolate you from everyone. Heather couldn't help it though and you didn’t want her to be bullied like you.  



Your day went from bad to worse. They’d made your life a misery though the last two periods of the day and unfortunately Daniella Smith was in your form so after your two classes, she spread rumors in form time. Of course everyone believed her; they didn’t really have a choice but to make fun of you. On the way home, Bianca caught you again and began to shout colourful words towards you. Unfortunately, you’d made a snarky remark about her so she punched you. She was about to beat you to a pulp before someone called her over to offer her a cigarette. You walked to a safe distance before crying your eyes out. You received some strange, however some sympathetic looks, on the way home. You were in the middle of London so it wasn’t surprising but very inconvenient. You felt so lonely in a very busy city.



As you approached 221B, you hoped that your father wasn’t in. You especially hoped that he had no visitors in either, although you did love him to bits. You unlocked the door before heading up to your room. You already deduced that your dad wasn’t in even before you entered the flat. You did pick up your dad’s knack at deduction, which worked in your advantage occasionally. However, recently it hasn’t aided you in the slightest at school. Suddenly there was a ring. You picked up your phone.

“Y/N!” Exclaimed the person from the other end. That person was Sherlock. “I’m going to be late home. Cases call.”

“Okay,” You replied before mentally scolding yourself. Your voice had cracked and you knew that your dad would automatically pick that up.

“Okay we- Hang on. You’re upset. What is it?” You hung up quickly and threw your phone to the end of the bed before laying down and staring at the ceiling. You knew you should probably treat the bruise that was forming but there was a lack of effort.



“Y/N?” Sherlock called as he entered the flat but he already knew you wouldn’t reply and you were in your room. He opened your bedroom door and saw your pitiful state. “Fights? Really?” He had noticed the forming bruise. “Wait! Not a fight. There isn’t as much damage-”

“Shut up!” You yelled. “I don’t want to be deduced! I didn’t want the 'power of deduction’ as you so kindly put it! It’s that that got me in this mess!” You stood up an stormed out of your room and left the flat. He called out to you but it was no use.



You came back a few hours later. Your father was stood where he had recently been playing his violin. He stopped the music when he heard you enter.

“Y/N,” He said calmly. “We need to talk.” You looked at him with sorrow in your eyes and you looked like a fragile piece of glass that was about to break. However, you thought you’d already smashed. You sat down in what was John’s armchair and your dad sat opposite. You took in a deep breath and then told him everything…



“I assure you Mr Homes, that our school does not tolerate bullying in any shape or form,” Mrs West (the headmistress) informed.

“So my goddaughter coming home crying and having a black eye is something that normally happens at this school then?” John asked as anger was boiling in his blood.

“John, stop…” You said weakly.

“No, Y/N,” Sherlock said sternly. “John makes a perfect point and I don’t see why these people, who had to take the job as a secondary school teachers because they aren’t good enough to go any further in their career, get to express how against bullying they are but can’t be bothered to stop it when it does occur.”

“Mr Holmes, I assure you this situation will be taken care of.”

“No I don’t think it will.” The door to the head teacher’s office swung open and stood there was Mycroft Holmes.

“Ah!” Mrs West exclaimed and her face turned bright red, suddenly realising the relation. “Mycroft Holmes! I mean, Mr Holmes.”

“Yes,” Was his reply. “I do believe that I need to talk to you in private about this delicate matter involving my niece. I hope I won’t have to do anything to do something to the school that one may think is too rash…” The use of his authority threatening the future of the school was enough to change her mind. In fact, Mycroft turning up was enough.

“Yes, Mr Holmes…”



“I’m surprised you all did something about it,” You told John as you ate your chips as you walked away from the fish and chip shop during the walk home from your school visit. Your father had stayed behind with Mycroft to talk to the teacher.

“Why would that be?” John asked. “Ugh! I put too much vinegar and salt on these chips.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve drowned mine in ketchup. Anyway, I think it’s because dad had a hard time in school. Him being picked on because of his mind. I thought that he wouldn’t bother because there wasn’t anyone there for him. Also, he seems so emotionless. I thought he’d hate me for feeling some degree of sadness.”

He chuckled. “I once thought Sherlock was emotionless for a while. However, he had major turning points; your birth was one of them. I’d never seen him care for a person that much before. He’d move Heaven and Earth for you, Y/N. Trust me.” You nodded your head and smiled happily. You then knew that your father would protect you from everything, despite his reputation and persona.

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Wedding Bells

 Today was the day.

The day that Y/N would be getting married.The day that she’d walk down the aisle and make vows to her future husband.The day that she’d be legally binded to her partner - as husband and wife.

And Harry didn’t like that she was going to get married. Not at all. But he had a perfect reason (according to him) as to why he didn’t want the wedding to happen; he was still in love with her. 

The two of them had dated for several months and despite the fact that it’d been just about 2 years since the break up, the feelings Harry had towards her didn’t go away.Everyone thought he was over her,including his friends, and he should have been because it had been 2 years and they were friends now. 

Friends who acted like nothing happened between them.Like they hadn’t spent several months together.Like they never spend nights lying in bed with stolen kisses.Like he’d never touched her in the most intimate way.Like they never used to wake up with her in his shirt as he gazed at her adoringly….Like they were never in love.

It was hard enough for the love of his life to be with another man, but to be married was what tore Harry apart.That is why he couldn’t stand to watch the wedding ceremony take place.It would break his heart…Smash it into pieces as if it were glass. 

 He couldn’t watch her marry someone that wasn’t him.He really couldn’t. He tried fiddling with the envelope he was planning on giving her to distract himself; however that only made matters worse because all he could think about was their time together.So Harry stood up and abandoned his chair while clutching the envelope in his hand.

 “ ’M gonna go now mum.Just realised I have a meeting with Jeff online,” Harry uttered out,a tired sad smile placed on his face. He was so desperate to go home that he lied to his mother yet she never noticed the lie as she stood up to give him a small hug. “Don’t have too much fun,“ Anne spoke aloud with a smile on her face.He was working too hard.

He exited the chapel and had planned to leave straightaway but first things first, he needed to say ‘goodbye’ to the woman he loved and make an excuse as to why he was leaving.He couldn’t tell her the real reason….That is what the letter was for.

Harry walked towards her dressing room, the room in which she was supposed to be getting ready in.He stopped at the door and knelt down to drop the envelope that he had held in his hand from the moment that he had left his car. 

Standing back up, he steadied his hand before raising it into a fist.He hit the door once, staying silent as a voice spoke up from the inside of the room.”Can you please wait?I’ll just be a couple of minutes.” 

Harry didn’t wait any longer; it was officially time to leave.So as fast as he could run in a suit, he ran to his car.

Once reaching the vehicle,he placed his hands on it, breathing in and out.He opened the car door, igniting the engine as he placed the keys in its place and sat in his seat before shutting the door.Harry moved the handbrake , feet pressing against the pedal while he looked at the rear view mirror. He drove off as tears threatened to leave his eyes.He sniffled  to keep the tears at bay and bit the inside of his cheek but there was no way that he regret leaving.

The girl opened the door of her dressing room to find no-one there. Didn’t she just hear a knock?Maybe her wedding nerves were getting the best of her.She was about to shut the door when her eyes hit the floor where an envelope lay.

Grabbing it off the floor, she read the name…It was addressed to her. As she read the letter, she bit her lip, eyes reading each and every line.



I should have started this letter with a ‘dear,darling’ or another term of endearment but didn't because our friendship hasn't come that far; we’re just a couple of people hanging out in the same group.

I shouldn't be doing this, writing this letter but I have to because maybe then that burning feeling in my chest will go away. Maybe it won’t but I’ll feel better.

Remember when the both of us broke up a couple of years back?I was a bloody mess, crying my eyes out until my heart hurt and I fell asleep, just to start again the next day. I didn't do anything for days, just lied in bed wanting you back but I couldn't get you back,could I? Because I was the one that let you go.

You know as humans, we want others to be happy and I wanted the same for you.And as stupid as it may sound, that’s why I broke up with you.I loved you but you deserved better; you still do.

A week after we broke up, I flew to LA.I stayed there for a few months then came back for a bit before flying off again. Everyone thought I had work to do, that the writing for the album had to be done so I played along.Realistically I left because the weather was getting to me; it’s just so dreary and cold.I needed a bit of warmth.

Another reason why I left was so I could escape the places that reminded me of you. The coffee shop we used to drink in, the park we used to walk in.Everything.Especially our my bedroom.

I nearly did forget the way your nose scrunches when you’re disgusted by something.The way your eyes crinkle when you smile.The way we kissed, the way your body felt against mine; until I came to London ,December that year.

I remember everything so clearly.Nick wanted to hold a party.A party where the music is supposed to blur out the conversations. But that party was more like a get-together because all we did was joke around and drink some beer.It might have been due to the alcohol consumed but that night I felt relaxed; til you walked in.

When you walked in, I’m surprised that I didn’t stop breathing.You looked stunning,absolutely stunning.I should have been used to the fact that you’re naturally gorgeous  but it had been a year since we last saw each other.

You looked breathtaking,however that wasn’t the only reason I felt like losing my breath….You were with another man. Couldn’t believe that you moved on because I was pretty much still single.For a few seconds, I thought he was a friend of yours until he pressed a kiss on your cheek like I used to.He was your boyfriend, the guy you’re marrying today.

You stood at the door, smiling at everybody but then you did something unexpected.You started to walk towards me. I thought that maybe you were walking to someone else…There was no-one beside me. You kept walking so I stood up to greet you.

You uttered out a ‘hi’.All you got in response was a tight smile etched on my face before you turned away.His arm was around your waist,like mine used to be.And I think that’s when I knew, knew that even after a year without you, you still had my heart.

Like I once said; forever and always shall my love to you be.

All the love.


The soon to be bride, after reading the letter, dropped it to the floor.Tears were now pooled at her eyes.The letter had left her shaken;so shaken that she was now unsure of everything.

Unsure of if the letter was legitimate.Unsure if she was ready to get married to the man waiting outside for her.Unsure if he was really the man she wanted to spend her life time with,unsure if he was the right man for her.

She had to leave the wedding, just as Harry had done.She couldn’t marry her soon to be husband, not when she was so unsure of everything.The tears that were pooled in her eyes, were now trailing down her face.Her make up was smudged but did she care?No.

Because in the hidden depths of her heart, she knew that she still loved Harry.

Only friendship? Chris Evans x reader 5/?

Summary: You and Chris have been best friends for years now but what happens if someone catches feelings? Will it destroy your friendship and what is going to happen to your 3 year old daughter. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: Fluff/Angst (yes. We´re having Angst here. Is it a lot? Well it depends how you see it) 

Previous part:

! I know that Gifted is already out and infinity war will be out 2018 but in this story we´re having Gifted being produced after Infinity war is already filmed. it´s important for the storyline but you´ll see :)!

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Hell it hit you hard. It hit you like a train and you felt like you could break down any moment. 5 months after the filming for Infinity War was done, you finally moved to Alaska with Darcy and Chris stayed in New York  to shoot his new movie “Gifted” .you woke up on a Saturday morning, having breakfast with you daughter as you saw it. An article that made you drop your phone onto the floor. 

Chris Evans is dating Jenny Slate

You didn’t want  to believe. You couldn't´! This was probably complete bullshit which you should be familiar with because how many times did some stupid magazines wrote alone about your life saying something about that you were dating any co-star you had ever worked with. They loved to write stuff that brought many money and maybe this was something as well but as you kept looking through the different articles from different sides you saw pictures of them walking hand in hand, him kissing her cheek and even an interview of Jenny where she made her relationship to Chris official. How did this slip by? Chris only mentioned her a few times saying she was a great actress but nothing that indicated that he liked her any more than just a friend. And now within 1 week where you haven´t texted or talked on the phone because of his busy schedule and he found the love of his life?  

You placed your hands into your face sobbing and feeling your heart breaking into pieces, as Darcy immediately walked over to you, climbing into your lap. “Mummy. Why are you crying.” You simply cried more which caused her to hug you tightly and run your hand through your h/l, h/c hair. 

You and Chris were never together no. You had no right to freak out like that but hell you hated yourself for not telling him earlier, moving away and making him find someone better than you. You weren’t angry with Jenny. How could you she was the last person to have anything to do with this but you were angry at Chris for keeping it a secret that he was seeing someone. 

He was your best friend and even if he had no feelings towards it would´ve been nice to know from him and not some stupid articles. You have no idea how long you were sitting with Darcy in your arms as your phone started to vibrate and you saw your mothers name pop up on the screen. 


“Oh honey..I already knew that you might be miserable right now.”

“This is so unfair mum.”, you sobbed and tried to calm down so you could understand your mother better. 

“I know honey I know. He was the last person I believed to do such a thing. Listen. Would it help you if your father and I would visit you already tomorrow and not in 4 days for Darcy´s birthday party? Heartbreak is one of the worst pains and I don´t want you to go through this especially with a toddler.”

“Yeah..that would be nice.”

“Okay my dear. It´s going to be fine. We did this the first time together and we´ll do it this time together. Don´t worry we´re getting ready and will be there tomorrow. I love you. “

“I love you too mum.” 

How could Chris treat you like that? He knew what you went through with Liam and that it took you one year to find back into your normal life and right now he was doing the same thing punching and hurting you with his actions. You turned your phone off  and went upstairs so Darcy could take a nap while you sat down on the couch, your dog Shakespeare laying on your legs and tears not stopping and continuing to stream down your face. 

“Fucking call her!” Sebastian shouted as he slammed his hands onto the table while Chris was holding his phone in his hand. “I tried she is not picking up! Jesus Christ Sebastian I fucked up so hard.” Chris ran his hands through his brown hair grabbing it by the roots and pulling slightly. 

“Yes fucked up is the right term to use. What were you even thinking? Of course it wouldn't´ turn out the way the directors wanted it to be. Have you seen the fans? They go crazy hating you for “dating” Jenny. This whole “hey let´s pretend you and Jenny are dating for more publicity” was a stupid idea from the very beginning and you make it even worse by not telling Y/N!” 

“I thought it would not turn out this way okay? Jenny is way more into this than she should and now Y/N hates me and probably doesn’t want to see me anymore. I can´t lose her no. No not her. She is the most important thing in my life and I have never been in love so much before.” Chris was pacing around the room trying to text and call you but you did not react. He hated himself probably as much as you hated him in this moment. Maybe even more. This whole thing wasn’t meant to turn out this way just like Sebastian said.

“Thank god you finally said it was it so fucking hard to do that but the only problem here is that you have to tell her and not me!” 

“Yeah that would probably be the right solution.”

“Not probably! It is the right solution. Chris I could punch you in the face so hard for being such a stupid cock treating that poor girl like shit, having no balls to grab her and kiss her to finally show her how much you love her! I´m not doing to stand here and watch how you destroy both of your lives. Here.” Sebastian grabbed Chris phone from the table and handed it to Chris. 

“You´re going to make a few calls saying that you´re taking a few days off, that the relationship with you and Jenny was never something real and after that you´ll get your stupid ass to the next airport heading over to Alaska!”

I´m not a big fan of angsty-stuff so I´m not that happy with how this turned out but it´s important for the last chapters. It´s probably going to be around 7-8 I´m not sure :)


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I´m heading to America for the first time on the 14th-29th and I don´t know how much I´m able to write something. So I might upload on the 19th or the 29th when I´m back I really don´t know and I´m sorry for that but I will upload don´t worry. 

sherlokid7  asked:

Omg I can't decide so pick the one that calls to you. # 9,13 or 37. With sherlolly ship please

9. meeting online au

“It’s not working, Tom,” Molly said from her position on what was formerly their shared bed, hugging her knees to her chest, “we both know that. We’re just delaying the inevitable.”

Tom ignored her, continuing to throw his things into his bag, not that he had much – some spare clothes, a toothbrush, maybe a comb? He had grown to love his girlfriend’s home more than his own, even if her cat didn’t share his enthusiasm. He packed slowly, determined to drag this out for as long as he could, until she changed her mind. This wasn’t her mind, he was sure of it. Her friends had gotten into her head, talked her out of it.


He smiled triumphantly; he nearly always turned out to be correct.

“Can I have the key back?”

Tom dug the key from his pocket and, in a moment of outrage, threw it against the wall which caused Toby to flee in panic. He zipped up his bag and stormed out, vowing to never waste another moment thinking about her. Molly waited for the front door to slam behind her ex before breathing a sigh of relief and throwing away her covers, reaching for the laptop beside her. She flipped the lid, her fingers speedily opening her messenger icon. A new message awaited her and Molly settled comfortably against her pillows.


How did it go?

Molly breathed deeply, pondering her words carefully; oh, her internet chum knew all about her relationship troubles and had been reluctantly dishing out advice ever since they’d accidentally met in a chatroom some four months ago. He’d been looking for someone to help with work, she to vent; between them, they’d come to an odd sort of friendship. Not many people would be very accepting of others who wanted to share crime scene photos and autopsy reports. Molly later learned to her amusement he’d asked at least five other people before finding her, resulting in his suspension from other sites.

Molly flexed her fingers, choosing to be honest with him.


About as well as you can expect. He left, which is something.

Molly watched the screen, noticing the ‘offline’ display beside his handle; she debated closing her laptop and returning to the conversation later. Only seconds later, offline switched to online and a new message followed.


I suppose I’m wasting my time telling you you’re better off without him.

Molly smiled sadly, already typing her reply.


It doesn’t really matter. I always do this. I ruin every relationship I ever have. Just you wait.

Molly stared at the last three words, chewing her lip as she argued whether or not to send the message. She didn’t want him to take it the wrong way, scare him off.

Incoming Skype call…

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anonymous asked:

AU where humans have reproduction system similar to asari (females can mate with other species and get pregnant and males can impregnate female of other species) but you still need to do the banging part to reproduce. A romanced Jaal's reaction to learning that and his and the crew's reaction to learning Ryder is pregnant ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (detailed I know, I actually wanted this as a fanfic but couldn't find anyone to write it)

You got it *finger guns*
Not exactly what you asked but I thought this worked ok. Hope you like it! Excuse the spelling mistakes! Will edit after, I just wanted to get this out while I had the chance.
Thank you guys for all the asks!

The test was staring back at her, and an extremely surprised Lexi was gapping at her.
“Pregnant. You’re… How?” Lexi struggled.
“Come on doc, I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that one.” Ryder sighed.
“Joking. At a time like this? Ryder..”
“It’s ok. The shock is starting to wear off. Well, at least that question on if Angara and Humans are biologically compatible is answered.” She chuckled.
“We still have to be careful. Yes you are pregnant. 2 weeks pregnant from the looks of the scan. But whether your body will be able to carry the child to full term is another thing. Just… Be prepared.” Lexi explained.
“Read you loud and clear doc. I should… Probably let Jaal know. Right?”
Lexi thought on it for a moment then nodded.
“Go on.”

Jaal was in the tech lab as always. Tinkering away at some left over remnant tech Peebee had lent him. He noticed her come in. Standing up for his place at the desk he enveloped her in his arms, like always.
“My darling one!”
“Jaal, you literally saw me 3 hours ago.”
“Every moment without you feels like a small eternity.” Jaal smiled, kissing her softly then pulling away.
He noticed she was looking down at her feet, wringing her hands. Something was wrong.
“So… What’s your thoughts on family. Having one I mean.” She blurted.
“I have one. My siblings and cousins, mothers, you.” He smiled.
“But, what do you think about having more in it. Like… If it grew a little.”
“You are being very… Ambiguous. But if you mean children, then yes. It’s something I see in the future. A bigger family. With you of course. Adoptions may be our only option though, seeing as we are a different species.” He said, holding her hands in his larger ones.
“Biology may not be a problem.” She mumbled.
“Come again?”
Sara took a deep breath, ‘Now or never.’ She thought.
“I’m pregnant. Lexi confirmed it this morning. It’s a mostly human fetus with traces of Angara DNA.” She said, still looking at her feet.
“You… What?”
“I’m going to have a baby. Our baby.” She reiterated.
Jaal was shell shocked for a moment. Questions firing off in his mind but then he looked at her. At her tiny hands. Her chest, rising and falling with air, going noticeably quicker, possibly due to fear. Then his eyes trailed down to her stomach. A baby, their baby, was growing in there.
Their baby.
Before Sara could say or do anything Jaal had her up in his arms, spinning her around.
“A baby! Our baby!” He yelled, grinning wide and proud.
He set her down, showering her face with kisses, hugging her tightly.
“Jaal, you’re happy?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“We’ve only been together a short while. I love you more than anything don’t get me wrong, but this is a… Huge leap.”
“Are you unsure?”
“I want the baby, of course, but I’m worried. My family wasn’t very big on… Togetherness. We loved each other in our own way but they were always very distant. What if I’m the same? Angara are an emotional race. Your children are raised together as a group. What if I’m not able to be like that? I want to love this child with everything I am, but what if bad parenting is genetic?” She sighed.
Jaal’s eyes softened. He kissed her forehead and smiled.
“You are more kind and loving that anyone I know and any child you bore would be honoured to have you as their mother.” He smiled, hand caressing her cheek.
Sara grinned back but then she remember what Lexi had said.
“There’s also that matter of if I can even carry the baby to full term.”
“But… You’re pregnant.”
“Yes, but there are still many things that could go wrong. We’re still a different species. Whether my body will be able to carry the baby is still up in the air. Lexi is still running tests. I just didn’t want to hide this from you. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you now.”
“Darling. You could never upset me. What ever happens… Happens. But I’m confident. I think we will be meeting this tiny Ama Darav Ryder child soon.” Jaal smirked.

About 2 months in and everything was looking good. Jaal and Ryder decided that it was safe to tell the rest of the crew and his family about the pregnancy.
They broke the news over breakfast to the crew. Confused at first, naturally, but supportive. Drack nearly knocked Jaal fluing with the pat on the back he got.
“Stuff strong enough to impregnate cross species. Good for you kid.” He jabbed.
“Ew Drack!” Peebee gagged.
“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Liam exclaimed punching Jaal’s arm.
“Names yet? Girl or boy? Need me to acquire some baby stuff? Crib, toys, anything? I know a guy?” Vetra offered, patting her arm.
Cora and the rest of the crew congratulated them. The news left everyone buzzed and happy for the rest of the day, baby names, gender bets being the topic for the rest of the day.

They were paying a visit to Harval to give Jaal’s mother the great news.
“Jaal, Sara!” Sahuna called as they neared.
Hugging them both she ushered them inside. The rest for the Ama Darav family bustling inside. Sahuna found the kitchen empty and made them tea.
“To what do I owe the visit? All is well I hope?” She asked as she poured the tea.
“Better than ok. Mother… We have some amazing news.” Jaal smiled, holding Sara’s hand, staring lovingly into her eyes.
“What is it?”
“Sara is. With child. With our child. Our species are biologically compatible. She can carry the baby to full term.” Jaal explained.
The reaction was immediate. Sauna jumped for joy, circling them both into a tight hug.
“I am so happy! We must being preparations at once! A blessing ceremony. And bonding ceremony. I must get one of the monks to put the derive together…”
“Hush, let me fuss over you! This is a joyous day! Sara my dear do you need anything. Hungry? Thirsty? Any pain? I have Angaran herbal remedies that will help any discomfort, and come to me with questions.”
“Thank you Sahuna-.”
“Please you are our family now. I am as much your mother now as any of them.”
Sara smiled and thanked her.
“There will be some hard liners that will not approve of this. It may be dangerous with the Roekar on Harval.” Sahuna sighed.
“We know that. There’s always Meridian though.” Sara answered, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
“I just wish they could be here together.”
“Where ever we go, we know your blessing and love will follow. That will be enough. Thank you, for accepting this so graciously. I’ll be forever grateful.” Sara said, glad for her support.
“You will always have my blessing. Wherever you both go.” Sahuna assured.

Jaal and Sara lay on his bed in his tiny room together. The glowing Havarl fauna was the only thing lighting the room.
Jaal’s arm was wrapped around Sara, his other hand was resting on the small but growing bump on her stomach.
“I love you.” He sighed into her hair.
Grinning, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
“Pretty fond of you too.” She giggled.
“Our child is going to end up the most sarcastic being alive thanks to you.”
“You bet your ass sonny.”
“Bet my what?”
Jaal could only groan and bury his head into her neck while Ryder laughed at his expense.
“I love you too.”

Creepypasta #1165: The Shrieker

Length: Long

I can hear it already. It’s barely dusk. It’s screeches are penetrating my walls, calling for a reaction. I can’t look, or it will know. Once it can see me, I can’t react. Can’t move. There’s nothing that can be done. I just have to wait until morning.

It all started when I was a kid. Seven years old, to be exact. I grew up right off of a small town. My dad was a farmer, so surprise, we lived on a farm. My family owned around 150 acres of land, most of which consisted of thick woods. I would often have friends come over and my dad would light a campfire and tell horror stories to us all. I remember one time he even made my friend pee himself, so we had to go in for the night. However, my dad never told me this one. Maybe because it wasn’t fake. Maybe he held onto this one because he was hoping I wouldn’t have to live through it. I’m sorry Dad, your effort failed.

One night, at the age of seven, I woke up in the middle of the night. At first, I didn’t know exactly why, but around 30 seconds after I awoke, I found my reason. I can’t forget the first time I heard it. I thought my ears would start bleeding. The yell was extremely high pitched… And so loud. It sounded like what you might imagine a young woman would sound like if she were being brutally murdered, except it sounded like her mouth was right next to my ears. 

I couldn’t hear myself think. It would screech for five seconds, then be quiet for 30. I was petrified, I couldn’t move. Remember when you were a kid, and you would hear something just out of your view, and even though you knew it was nothing, deep down you were still scared and couldn’t move? Well, it was kind of like that, except I didn’t know I was okay. I was scared, right down to my bones.

After a couple of minutes of the screeching, I finally started to get up. I was too scared to not know, and it sounded like it was coming from the edge of the forest. I sat up in my bed, and swung my legs over. I lived on the second story of my house, so in order to see the ground I had to be closer to the window. I started walking towards the window, another shriek caused me to wince and cower. Before I recovered, I was wrapped into a bear hold, a man’s hand covering my mouth. I tried to fight back, tried to yell, but the hand prevented my noise from being too loud.

My dad’s voice calmed me down as his hand began to loosen from my mouth. It was too late, though, It had heard me. I saw it then, on the edge of the woods. It looked kind of like a person, but it was much taller. At least 12 feet. It’s arms and legs were the length of people. Its features were hidden by the darkness, It’s silhouette standing eerily still in the moonlight, but its eyes… They were piercing, bright, vibrant white dots in the distance. They were looking right at me. 

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A/N: This is for Ashley’s Fall in Love with Fall challenge @d-s-winchester My prompt was pic #1 (down below), and I know I had a brother in mind when I sent the ask, but it turned out a little different… I hope you don’t mind, Ash, and I hope you like it!

A great big thank you to @pinknerdpanda for beta’ing this for me!

Characters/pairing: Reader, Sam & Dean / reader x brother of your choosing

Words: 1859

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, fluff, clichés, fluff

You heard the leaves rustling as footsteps approached, and closed the book, setting it down on the bench with the others. You knew without looking who it was, the wood creaking slightly as he sat next to you. You kept your eyes on the river, watching the water running idly downstream.

The man next to you sighed. “My brother’s an idiot.”

You huffed. In a way you agreed with the statement, but you couldn’t blame the absent brother. If he didn’t feel the same way about you as you felt about him, it wasn’t really his fault. You couldn’t force him to love you.

“He’s blind and stupid, and you deserve better.”

You let out a sad little chuckle. “I do deserve better. But I can’t just turn this off. I love him.”

You didn’t need to look at him to know he had a pitying look on his face. You sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the water and the wind. The sun was still warm on your face and the golden leaves were slowly falling to the ground. It was a beautiful fall day and without the sharp pieces in your chest that used to be your heart, you could have enjoyed yourself.

“I’ll kick his ass for you, if you’d like.”

You looked over to him and smiled. “Thanks, but I can do that myself.”

“I’m sure you can”, he chuckled. “Maybe you should.”

You shook your head as you laughed. “That’s a tempting idea.”

He laughed at that a little. “Just let me know if you’ll need help.”

You promised you would, and both of you fell silent again.

After a while he sighed again and stood up. “He should be gone by now. You wanna come back in and hang out? Maybe watch a movie?”

“I think I’ll stay here for a while longer.”

He nodded and leaned down to kiss your hair. “You know where to find me.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

He raised his hand a bit before turning back the way he came from. You watched him go, wondering briefly what would have happened if you had fallen for him instead of his brother. But you hadn’t. You sighed and picked up your book, determined to not think of the man you loved on a date with someone else.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, pretending to concentrate on the book even when you read the same passages at least three times. You tried switching to another book, but your mind was wrapped around images of what was probably happening on that date. You knew the girl he was out with, knew her to be pretty and nice, and there was no reason why they wouldn’t hit it off. You didn’t expect him to come home for the night, and that thought alone made you want to cry.

You quickly swallowed the tears when a twig snapped behind you.

“I was just gonna come back in”, you said, faking brightness into your voice.

“Oh. I was hoping we could talk.”

You looked over your shoulder when you heard him speak. It wasn’t the voice you had expected.

“I didn’t know you were back already.” Your heart was racing as you turned back to face the river to hide your sudden nervousness. Why was he back already? “Did she find out your true colors?”

“You could say that”, he half chuckled as he sat down next to you.

You stared at the river, your fingers unconsciously playing with the book. You had no idea what you should say and that was new. You were friends with both brothers, comfortable in their company, but something was off now. There had been this strange look in his eyes, and you didn’t know what to think of it. And he didn’t make it any easier, shifting nervously next to you.

“It didn’t work out”, he suddenly blurted. “The date. She was… I couldn't…”

He paused and took a deep breath. You were stunned. You had never seen him like this, ever.

“I couldn’t concentrate on anything she said cause all I could think of was you. That look you had when I said I was going on a date.”

You were sure your heart had stopped beating. Your chest was tight and you held your breath, cursing in your mind. You knew what he was talking about - that split second when you had been totally unprepared for the news.

“Y/N, I had no idea you felt that way.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you denied, but it was a desperate and doomed effort.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t”, you interrupted, standing up quickly and turning away to go back into the bunker. Maybe hide in your room for a week. “I’ll get over it.”

You hurried away, only to hear him get up too and follow you. His legs were much longer than yours and you didn’t get far before his fingers curled around your arm, stopping you and forcing you to turn around. You kept your head down, staring at his boots, because you didn’t dare to face him.

“I’m sorry I hurt you”, he said quietly.

“It’s okay”, you finally muttered when it came clear that he expected you to say something.

“It’s not okay”, he claimed. “Why didn’t you say anything? If I had known, I would've…”

“Been more discreet?” you snapped, pulling your arm free and continuing up the hill.

“I would’ve never agreed to go out with her in the first place!” he yelled after you.

“Yeah, right!” you yelled back.

“Y/N, hold on!”

You heard him running and picked up speed, but you were just at the steepest part of the path, and your boots slipped on the fallen leaves. He was closer than you had thought, and when you slipped again and slid backwards a step, he was right there. Your feet tangled together, and you had time to realize you were going to fall before his arms wrapped around you, twisting you to the side so that you landed on him rather than the other way around. He grunted when his back hit the ground and your weight pushed the air from his lungs - but he didn’t let you go.

You tried to wriggle off him, but he only held you tighter, twisting your feet under his to keep you still.

“Stop it, Y/N! Let me catch my breath”, he panted.

You knew you wouldn’t get of his hold easily or without hurting him, so you gave up, groaning angrily when you threw your head back against his shoulder.

“You know, sometimes you’re too stubborn for your own good”, he finally stated, still breathing a bit heavier than usual. “You wouldn’t be stuck now if you had just heard me out. - Though I’m not complaining”, he chuckled.

“Let me go, Winchester.”

“Uh-uh”, he denied. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I had no idea you felt that way”, he repeated, tightening his hold a little when you stiffened. “If I had known…”

He paused again, sighed, and then shifted, taking you totally by surprise when he set you on your back on the ground, leaning over you to hold you down.

“Just tell me that I didn’t imagine it”, he whispered, eyes intense and flipping between yours.

Your throat was suddenly clamped shut, maybe because your heart had jumped up there, but you couldn’t get a word out. All you managed was a tiny shake of your head.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “So you like me? Like ‘like me’ like me?”

With his eyes boring into yours, his breath tickling your cheek, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.

“Wow”, he huffed, grinning widely. “That's… wow. I never would have thought.”

Your anger flared as you thought he was mocking you, and he must have caught the change in your eyes, because his grin dropped immediately.

“No, Y/N, that's… I’m just surprised. You’ve hid it a bit too well, cause I didn’t have a clue. I wish I’d had.” He took a deep breath and held it. “I like you too.”

Your eyes widened and your whole body went limp. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Like 'like me’ like me?” you whispered, words catching in your throat.

“Very much so”, he smiled, releasing your wrist to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“I… I didn’t know”, you blurted.

“We’re a real pair of idiots”, he muttered.

He quirked his eyebrows slightly like asking for permission and you nodded. He smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, softly at first, but quickly gaining more confidence when you responded by twisting your fingers to the front of his jacket and pulling him down.

Kissing him was more than you had ever hoped for and you could have easily spent the whole day doing just that. When his lips trailed down to nibble at your neck, you blinked your eyes open, trying to decide if it was for real or if you were dreaming. But the cool ground under your back and the bright sun peaking down at you through the golden leaves seemed very real - as did the footsteps that stopped a few feet away.

“Well, well. Did you finally kick some sense into that idiot?” You tilted your head further back to see your best friend hovering above you. “Didn’t need help then?”

You grinned and shook your head.

“Go away, we’re busy”, his brother ordered, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, lips barely leaving your skin.

“Yeah, you two are making me sick anyway. I was just gonna tell you I found us a case. I thought we’d leave first thing in the morning.”

He winked at you once before turning on his heels and leaving. His brother let out a theatrical sigh and groaned against your shoulder before lifting his head to look at you.

“Why does he always have to ruin everything? Right now I couldn’t care less about some monster.” His eyes turned softer, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I finally got the girl I’ve been dreaming about for months and he goes and…”

You lifted your finger to his lips. “For months?”

“Might be closer to a year by now”, he admitted shyly, a hint of pink spreading to his cheeks.

“And you didn’t say anything?!?” you blurted.

“Well I didn’t hear you admitting pining for me!”

You were both quiet for a second before bursting out in laughter.

“I’m such an idiot”, he chuckled when he finally started to settle down.

“You are”, you readily agreed.

“So are you”, he replied, eyes narrowing.

“I am.”

“But now you’re my idiot.”

Your lips tilted up to a smile wider than you ever thought possible. “If you want me.”

“I do”, he whispered. “I really do. And I’m yours.” His kiss left no doubt in your mind that he meant it.

It had turned out to be a rather perfect fall day after all - perfect to fall even deeper in love.

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starscrumbling  asked:

i had this chloenette idea where chloe and mari are partnered for this art project and chloe is all ready to be Fighting™ but mari decides she just wants to get this over with and along the way chloe looks over at her and idk mari is doing something cute like sticking her tongue out and chloe is like "....oh" and starts blushing like mad and mari is just like "???" and awkwardness ensues

……… *frantically grabs her keyboard*

Words: 1809

Chloe heard her name and Marinette’s name called out by their teacher, and she wanted to freaking die. 

After the first couple of projects where work wasn’t handed in, two separate projects were handed in out of spite, and presentations just dissolved into heated arguments and angrily waving laser pointers, it became an unspoken rule amongst their teachers that Chloe and Marinette could not be partnered together for projects. Seriously. It was for the safety and sanity of the whole class. For the greater good. For peace and prosperity. 

Clearly their art teacher didn’t give a single crap about that. 

Marinette just let out a flat, stern, “No.”

“Ditto,” Chloe snarled. “Keep her five hundred and ten feet away from me or I swear to god I’m going to have an aneurism.” 

Their art teacher sounded much to patient with them, and Chloe found the whole thing suspicious. “Darlings, it’s actually wonderful that you two don’t see eye to eye. The whole point of the project is to display two different interpretations of the same scene. Disagreements are encouraged!”

“I don’t think you understand,” Marinette explained. “You put us at the same table, and I will not be held responsible for any damages when I kill her.”

“Oh bite me, Dupain-Cheng! I’m wearing heels today. Don’t make me dropkick you.”

Marinette snorted. “Sure you’re not going to break a nail putting in some actual physical effort?”

Chloe smirked cruelly. “Oh, I’ll be breaking something alright….”

“Girls!” their teacher interrupted. “Enough of this nonsense, you’re young ladies! Group assignments are final. But since you two seem so privy towards enacting bodily harm, you’ll be sitting at my desk at the front of the room so I can keep an eye on you. One argument, and I’ll mark you both down 3 points. Is that understood?”

Chloe felt her eye twitch. She’d already been getting notes home from her teachers about issues regarding homework assignments that looked to similar to others in her class and group projects where she admittedly contributed a minimal amount of effort. She really couldn’t afford to be knocked down points because Marinette decided to be a literal nightmare. She didn’t think her father would be too pleased to see her come home with another note to sign and another pile of extra homework. 

Crap. She was going to have to be civil. Gross. 

Their teacher clapped her hands impatiently. “Move along now, ladies. Grab your sketchbooks and come sit up here. Time is precious!”

Chloe made a show of grabbing her art supplies, huffing as loudly as she could, and stomping over to their teacher’s desk. Marinette slumped down in the seat right next to Chloe, both of them keeping their gazes straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge each other. They had a full view of the entire class that was already hurriedly getting to work on their own projects, meanwhile Chloe was quickly trying to calculate how she was going to survive this period without wanting to bang her head against the chalkboard. 

Marinette broke first. “We get this over with as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Well, duh. No need to sit here with you any longer than necessary.”

“God, would you stop for two seconds? Look, we don’t necessarily have to talk to each other to do this. We have the prompt, and we can just sketch our interpretations on our own. We’ll…..just pretend we talked together about it afterwards and bullshit the reports later. Sound like a plan?”

“A plan where I don’t have to interact with you? It’s like freakin’ heaven on Earth. I wonder where the choir of angels is.”

Marinette let out a withering sigh as Chloe smirked and turned to her sketchpad. “Let’s just….work. And not speak to each other. Can we do that?”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Chloe answered. “You make it sound as if I’m dreading the very thought.”

Admittedly, it wasn’t as horrible as Chloe was anticipating it would be. Once the two of them buckled down to do their own work, it was very easy to pretend that Marinette didn’t exist. Plus there was nothing more encouraging than having their teacher stare them down critically from across the room to make sure they didn’t attack each other in the middle of the class period. Chloe supposed that the impending threat of a failing grade was also a pretty good motivator as well. However, Chloe wasn’t much of an artist and personally didn’t see the point of the art classes they took anyway. It only took her about 15 minutes to grow completely bored before she dropped her pencil and peeked over at Marinette’s work. 

It was so annoying that Marinette was such a good artist. One, because Chloe hated admitting that Marinette was better than her at anything, and two because there was no way for Chloe to spontaneously become a better artist to spite Marinette back. Chloe wasn’t a bad artist per se, but staring in between their two sketchbooks was downright infuriating and Chloe was so tempted to make a biting comment just to piss Marinette off. She remembered to reign herself in and instead pulled out her cellphone to take a break for a couple of minutes before trying to draw again. 

Chloe had refreshed her Facebook news feed three times when she suddenly heard humming coming from her right. She rolled her eyes and was about to tell Marinette to shut the ever loving hell up – Facebook required concentration for God’s sake – but she turned to Marinette and felt her jaw go slack. 


She must’ve really not been paying attention because she didn’t even notice when Marinette pulled out her pigtails and threw her hair up into a bun. The baby hairs at the back of her neck were hanging loose, and there was one strand of hair tickling the side of her cheek. Chloe didn’t think she’d ever seen Marinette in a bun before. It was….odd, but in a way that didn’t fill Chloe with annoyance. If anything, she had to grudgingly admit that she looked….nice with her hair up. Softer somehow. 

The sleeves to her button down were rolled up to her elbows, probably because the charcoal sticks she was using were getting all over her fingers and forearms. There was just a small smudge of black on the bridge of Marinette’s nose – like she’d rubbed her face and didn’t realize she’d accidentally dirtied it – and damn it all, it was cute. Chloe glared at the thought. Well that was ridiculous. Since when was Marinette cute? That was such a wrong word to use for her. Marinette was infuriating, unsupportable, and most certainly not aesthetically pleasing, adorable messy buns and charcoal smudges aside. 

It was then that Chloe recognized the song that Marinette was humming along to – some new, catchy hit that had been repeating on the radio all week. Marinette was bobbing her head and swaying her body along to the beat while she worked, as if having a song and a rhythm in her head helped her work. She started smiling when she got to the chorus, and just as she started brushing her middle finger across her project to smudge her lines, her tongue came poking out of the corner of her mouth as she began concentrating even harder. 

Chloe blinked. Shit. Okay. Fine. That was really precious. Super adorable. She didn’t think people actually did that, yet here was Marinette doing that and looking downright charming while she did it. The whole image was just so completely non threatening, and it didn’t make Chloe want to hate her. It made Chloe want to tuck her loose hairs into her bun, rub the smudge off her nose, and watch her while she worked. Marinette was so often fighting with her, it wasn’t often that Chloe got to observe her sit so still and act so absorbed in her work. It was surprising, was all. So surprising that Chloe just kept staring at every little detail just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. After all, she didn’t really want to work on her project. And she had nothing else better to do…

“Um….can I help you?”

Chloe blinked, shook her head, and was suddenly meeting eyes with a very perplexed looking Marinette. She’d stopped sketching and was regarding Chloe cautiously. Chloe realized that she was still facing Marinette. Crap. Had she spaced out? Had she caught her staring? Dammit. 

“N-Nothing,” Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t need anything from you, Marinette.”

Marinette raised a brow. “You were staring…”

“Was not!”

“Yes,” Marinette replied patiently. “Yes you were, you were totally spaced out and staring right at me. What is it?”

Marinette didn’t sound angry or annoyed. She just sounded confused, which meant that Chloe hadn’t done something irritating like she normally did. She’d done something weird and that was enough to have Marinette looking at her like she’d suddenly started handing out presents and compliments to her entire class. God, what the hell was she thinking? How had she not noticed where her gaze was falling? How on Earth was she supposed to explain her way out of this one?

“Don’t flatter yourself darling,” Chloe tried to recover. “This project is abysmally boring, and I was trying to drown out everything around me. Like I would waste my time staring at someone like you.”

It seemed to have worked because Marinette responded by rolling her eyes and turning back to her project. “Whatever you say, Chloe….”

Chloe breathed out a quiet sigh of relief and decided now was as good a time as any to go back to her own drawing. The fewer chances she gave herself to stare at Marinette, the better. 

Not that it mattered anyway, because Marinette was still humming next to her. Which made Chloe think of her cute head bobbing. Which made her think of her lovely hairstyle. Which made her think how nice Marinette looked in button downs. Which made her think how darling it was that Marinette pouted her lips while she sketched. Which made her think how in the hell she hadn’t noticed that Marinette was freakin’ beautiful this entire time?!

Chloe paused. 

Okay. Okay, yeah, so she definitely just thought that. Shit. 



Chloe Bourgeois!” her teacher hollered from the other end of the room. “Mind your language please!”

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked sideways at Marinette who was staring at her oddly again before shaking her head and turning back to her drawing. Chloe pressed her fingertips to her temples and leaned her elbows on the table, staring at the desktop in abject disbelief. 

Yup. There was that aneurism. 

Rin Should Keep His Mouth Shut

Hey guys I’m back with a new fanfic!! While scrolling through Tumblr a few days ago I found a headcanon from @ao-no-head-canons that I absolutley loved. This is also for @rinshairpins who rebloged the post for me to see and for @sataniasblog becuase they gave me inspiration for the last part of the story. I hope you guys like it!

Rin was always one to speak before he thinks, he knew his big mouth would get him in trouble one day. What he didn’t expect was it to land him in what he thinks is the most embarrassing thing he’s done yet.

He was making dinner for him and Yukio, moving around the kitchen in a blur of blue and black. The fish was on the frying pan and the rice was about to be finished any minute. Rin seemed like he was dancing as he glided to one end of the room to the next, knowing exactly what he was doing. As he added pepper to the chicken, he was also grabbing garlic off a shelf. The way he cooks makes it look like he could beat Bobby Flay with a hand tied behind his back. The boy was skillfully chopping vegetables for the stir-fry when Kuro decided to nuzzle up on his leg.

“Hey Rin! The food smells delicious!” He was practically drooling at the sight of the fish.

“Thanks buddy,” Rin smiled down at his familiar. “How does this taste?” He scooped a small spoonful of the stir-fry sauce and placed it on the floor. The black cat eagerly licked it clean with a happy purr.

“It’s great! When can we eat?”

“Once Yukio gets back from his mission.”

Kuro leaped up on the counter next to his friend. “But that could take hours! What if I die of starvation before he gets here?” He pouted as Rin poured the chopped vegetables in the pan.

“I think you can last another hour.” He took a pinch of spices and threw it in the pan. “Besides I saw you eat that rat not too long ago.”

“But Riiiin, I’m hungry!” If Rin wasn’t immune to the whining and pouting, he would’ve been putty in Kuro’s paws. The damn cat has mastered the big eyes and sad ears down pat, making getting what he wants a lot easier.

“Not yet,” He picked the cat up and plopped him on the floor. “Now get out of my kitchen before I fry you up.” Kuro yelped and dashed out the door.

While Rin finished dinner his mind drifted to the mission Yukio was on. It was just a simple task, get rid of a demon that has been hiding in someone’s house. They didn’t know what kind of demon it was, but Yukio could handle it and if anything went wrong then Shura would jump in. Those two made a good team.

Rin smiled as he thought of Shura. Ever since they found out she’s been living in their dorm, the three of them have been spending more time together. On some nights she would watch dumb YouTube videos with the twins, on others they would just talk for hours about their day. Rin’s favorite nights are when Shura would be in a good mood and tell them about their father before they go to bed. At times like that, it would remind him of the times Shiro would read him a bedtime story to sleep easier. After every tail of heroism about his father, Rin would sleep like a log the whole night.

Sometimes Rin would wonder if having Shura around is like having a mom. The thought would always leave a tight feeling in his chest, an empty feeling he doesn’t like. Not knowing what a mother’s love feels like is a touchy subject for the twins. They knew Shiro loved them unconditionally, it was enough fit for two parents, but it always felt like something was missing.

While Rin’s thoughts drifted from Shura, to not burning the food, Yukio entered the kitchen looking a little worse for wear. “Nii-san, I’m back.” Once Rin took a look at him, big brother mode kicked in.

“What the hell happened to you?” he shouted while putting the stove on low heat. “You look like you were dragged across Japan!”

Yukio looked down at himself and sighed. His coat was ripped in multiple places and there were mud stains on his pants. His glasses were also broken, one lens was cracked while the other didn’t have lens in the rims. He touched his forehead and found a trail of dried blood. Yukio gave a weak laugh. “Well, turns out it wasn’t a simple mission after all. A horde of Goblins were living in the basement of a newlywed’s house. When I opened the door they all attacked me. The biggest one latched onto my arm and took me for a ride around the block.”

“Damn it Yukio, aren’t you supposed to be the badass top exorcist?”

“I mess up sometimes too, I don’t need you to worry about me.” There was irritation in his voice. “I was completely fine.”

There was something in his eyes that wasn’t right, the blue took a darker shade and made him look more tired. Rin sighed. “Whatever, just get cleaned up. Dinner will be done soon.”

Yukio grunted in response and exited the kitchen.

As Rin set the table, his brother reappeared in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his spare glasses perched on his nose. “Nii-san, how many times have I told you not to leave your dirty clothes in the hallway?”

“I don’t think I can count that high.” He turned to face Yukio. “And what dirty clothes? I did the laundry yesterday.”

Yukio pulled out a chair and sat. “The clothes that I just picked off the staircase.”

“Sorry four-eyes, that was mine,” said Shura as she opened the kitchen door wearing an oversized shirt with a juice box in her hand. “Meant to get those after I was done with my shower.” She shook her short hair and water sprinkled onto Rin.

“When did you get back?” asked Yukio. “I thought you were picking a fight with Mephisto last time I saw you.”

“Yeah I was, but then that jackass poofed away before I could get a good swing on ‘em.” She winked and plopped down on the chair across from him.

Rin placed the rice on the table with a happy smile. “Alright dinner is served!”

“Thank you for the food!”

Just as the three were about to dig in, Kuro flew in from the window, eyes set on the feast. Before he could attack the fish, Shura stuck a butter knife in his path, almost slicing off a whisker. “Hold it cat, me first.” She cut a piece for herself then for the pouting familiar. She smiled as Kuro perked up and nuzzled her hand.

Rin felt his heart swell as he looked around the table. His brother had a soft smile on his face, looking content. Shura was devouring the stir-fry and chicken, looking like she was in heaven. After a huge bite of rice she told Yukio to sit up straight while he ate. This is what he looks forward to the most after the end of a long day, to have this family atmosphere around the dinner table. Rin was staring off into space when Shura poked him with her chopsticks. “Oi, eat. Or else yer food will get cold.”

He nodded with a goofy smile on his face. “So how’d the mission go?”

Yukio swallowed before he spoke. “Well after the goblin took me away, the rest of the exorcist deposed of the remaining nest. Turns out there was a dead rat that made them go ballistic. There were more than one house could shelter, so I had a few of the guys inspect the neighborhood. ”

“What he said,” Shura agreed in between bites of fish.

“What were you doing while my baby brother was being dragged off?” Rin pointed his chopstick towards the girl stuffing her face.

She snorted. “I was fightin’ off the king, the bastard got me good when I wasn’t payin’ attention.” Shura lifted her shirt to reveal a bandaged torso. A sharp feeling shot through Rin’s chest at the sight of the bruises and smaller cuts on her body. He knew she’s been in worse condition than this but it still hurt to see.

“Oi, don’t make that face!” She leaned over the table to flicked his nose. “I’ve taken more beatings than this than you’ll have in yer lifetime.”

Rin rubbed his nose while Yukio snickered next to him. “Oh yeah? What was the worst fight you ever had?”

Shura’s eyes lit up and a smirk made its way on her face. “One training session with yer dad left me in the hospital for a full week. That old man beat my ass into the next lifetime.”

“Yes that was a day to remember.” Yukio smiled at the memory. “I won twenty bucks that day.”

“Only because I was a cocky little shit back then and didn’t have enough experience.”

“Oh please, the only difference between then and now is that you’re taller.”

“Yer better watch it, four-eyes. I could ground you for sassing me back if I wanted to,” Shura’s smirk widened at her triumphant win. “As one-half of yer guardian, I have every right too.”

Yukio frowned at his rice, keeping his mouth shut. Rin laughed at his defeated brother until realization dawned on him. “Wait a minute! He was there to watch?”

“Yup, brat bet me Shiro could beat me in under an hour. It only took him twenty minutes.” She took a sip from her juice box. “I still have the scars to prove it.”

“Aww man! You guys got to hang out with Dad all the time doing badass exorcist stuff!” Rin crossed his arms and pouted like a child.

“If it makes you feel any better, Dad wouldn’t take me on most of his missions because they were too dangerous,” Yukio said in an attempt to cheer the boy up.

“Actually he didn’t take you because he didn’t want you pissing yer pants on the job,” explained Shura.

Rin erupted into laughter while Yukio stuttered in his seat, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “W-what? That’s n-not true! He was just looking out for my safety!”

“Believe what you want kid.” She took another bite of stir-fry. “But he told me everything. He even said you didn’t stop sleeping with a nightlight until you were twelve.”

“T-that has nothing to do with this!”

Rin laughed harder as the two continued their banter, by the time they were done, Rin had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

When dinner finally finished, the three started to clear the table while Rin ranted about Suguro. “I mean the guy is a total jerk! He wouldn’t lend me a pen. A pen! How dumb is that?”

“I can see why he wouldn’t Nii-san,” said Yukio as he started washing the dishes. “You chew on the ends without knowing. It’s kinda gross.”

“Still, the dude has a whole case of pens, he couldn’t spare just one?”

“You’ve been talking about Suguro a lot lately.” Shura pointed a finger at the boy. “You got a crush on him or something?”

Rin stopped dead in his tracks. He hoped she couldn’t hear his heartbeat or else she’d know it picked up speed once she finished that sentence. As he turned to face away from her, a dark blush appeared on his face. “W-what? No! I hate the guy. He’s the worst.”

“Sure, whatever you say.” He could practically hear the smirk on her face. They continued to clean the kitchen until Yukio found a box in the fridge.

“Nii-san, when did you buy a cake? You know our allowance is limited, you shouldn’t be buying things you can bake yourself.”

Rin gave him a skeptical look as he pulled the small box out. “I don’t remember buying one.”

“I bought it,” said Shura. “I forgot I put it in there for after dinner.”

“What? Why?” Asked Yukio as he placed the box on the counter. “I don’t normally see you eating cake. What’s the occasion?”

“Who cares? Let’s eat it!” Exclaimed Kuro as he jumped up and down next to the box.

“It’s been a year since I started training Rin. I just thought that we’d have a little something to celebrate the kid not scorching anyone yet.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. “It also gave me an excuse to buy cake.”

If Rin hadn’t cried his eyes out earlier (one of his favorite manga ended and the last chapter was released that day), he’s pretty sure he would’ve burst into tears. “You remembered the day you became my teacher?”

“Course I did.” A faint blush colored her cheeks and she wouldn’t make eye contact with him. “Hurry up and cut the damn thing, I wanna piece already.”

Rin was so overjoyed that he flung himself into Shura’s arms, making her stumble backwards. She smiled as she awkwardly returned his hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He pulled back enough to look at her face. “You’re the best, Mom!”

The kitchen went silent, no one talked, no one moved. The only sound was the water from the leaking sink. Even Kuro didn’t make a peep. Once the word left Rin’s mouth, time seemed to stop, just to leave him in utter embarrassment.

Yukio was the first to snap out of the trance by saying, “Holy fuck.” Normally he doesn’t swear, but this was definitely a swear worthy moment.

Rin released Shura and scrambled backwards, hitting his hip on the counter. He could feel his face heating up more every second. Even his tail was puffed up in embarrassment. Him and his big mouth.

Shura’s eyes widened and a huge smirk was plastered on her face. “It wasn’t a problem, Son.”

At that, he completely lost it. “I didn’t mean to say that! It was an accident!” Rin started to wave his hands in front of him. “I was just caught up in the moment! My mouth said that without me knowing!”

He stopped his ramblings when Shura doubled over in a fit of laughter. “Oh God kid, enough, enough, I can’t take it!” She was clutching her stomach, her face red with tears in her eyes. The twins just watched as she continued to enjoy Rin’s predicament

The boy wanted to be swallowed up by the floor, never to be seen again. He hasn’t felt this modified since Suguro found him snooping through his room for his phone. Even then he knew it wasn’t bad, the guy never spoke of it to anyone. But this, oh boy, this is gonna haunt Rin for the rest of his life.

Once Shura composed herself, she stood up and whipped a few stray tears. “Thanks for that, I haven’t had a laugh like that in months.” She grinned at the shocked faces of the twins, making sure to commit them to memory. “Oi, four-eyes cut me a slice, I ain’t getting any younger here.”

Yukio just shrugged as he grabbed a knife and started to cut the cake. Rin, still red in the face, went to grab plates and forks. “So we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t happen right?”

Shura snorted as she finally got her dessert. “Yer cute kid, but no. I’m gonna remind you about this until the day you die.” She yawned as she took a bite. “Well I’m gonna hit the sack. Night guys.” She turned and walked out the kitchen with a wave of her hand.

Rin turned to face his brother with a death glare. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll poison your bento boxes.”

Yukio smirked as he took a slice for himself. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.” He then walked to the door but stopped mid-step to look at his brother. “Son.” The last thing Yukio heard as he walked to his room was Rin screaming.

Later that night, when the boys were sound asleep, Shura snuck into their dorm room. The light was still on when she opened the door, she wore a fond smile at the sight of the twins. Yukio was snoring in his bed, he was still wearing his glasses with a book on chest. She removed his glasses and book, placing them on his desk next to his bed. As she watched him sleep, she couldn’t help but poke the mole on his chin. He mumbled something about mineral water and turned, facing his back to her.

Shura made her way to the other side of the room, giggling at the sight of Rin. His right leg was hanging off the edge with half his blanket on the floor. Both his arms was above his head, as she got closer Shura could see that both his eyes were slightly open. Kuro was snuggled next to his neck, his split tail under his nose, making it look like Rin had a mustache. She picked up his blanket and draped it over his sleeping form. He stirred for a moment, uttering incoherent words. For a split-second, Shura heard him say “Suguro”. She smirked to herself. The kid did have a crush.

She stood next to the bed a moment longer. She didn’t know what came over her, but the next thing she knew, Shura was leaning down to place a kiss to his forehead. When she stood up, Rin had a small smile on his face. She walked to the door and flicked the light off. When she was almost out of the room, she turned back to look them. She leaned on the door frame, a warm feeling erupted in her chest as she thought of all the fond memories they had together. “Sweet dreams, my boys.” Shura turned into the hallway and closed the door, letting the twins sleep for the night.

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Finally, it was Tim's highschool graduation. He was graduation with full honors and he couldn't be happier. But then, next to his adoptive dad Bruce was someone he never expected to show up - Damian Wayne, his supposed younger brother who took the mantle of Robin from him.

Tim stood in the slowly moving line. He was sweating in his cheap black plastic robe. For such an expensive private school you’d think they could shell out for real robes Tim thought. High school graduation he though to himself there were many times he thought he’d never get here. He’d nearly died more times than he could count, really died even a few times. Despite it all he was here about to walk at graduation. Being shot, stabbed, set on fire, beaten, and blown up, plus running on 2 hours of sleep most days hadn’t hurt his grades much. He wasn’t valedictorian, but the 4th highest GPA in the class wasn’t anything to sneeze at. 

Waiting in the line to walk across the stage seemed to take forever, but when his name “Timothy Drake-Wayne” came booming out it seemed like he’d just gotten here. Tim bounded up the stairs to the stage, managing his robe a lot better than many of his classmates, all the running around with a cape. He beamed at his principal, she smiled at him and handed him a leather folder with his diploma. “Good job Tim” She said dropping him a wink, “Thanks Dr. Andrews” Tim said as they shook hands and turned out toward the camera. 

He took this moment to scan the crowd. If he’d been an average student he’d have never seen them. However he’d spent years building his skills his ability to pick people out of crowds. Dick was standing on his chair waving wildly Tim smiled even wider. Babs was waving her arms just as wildly as Dick, her wheelchair stuck out into the aisle. Next to Dick Bruce and Alfred where clapping more reserved, but Bruce had a big smile on his face. Next to Bruce though, with his armed crossed over his skinny chest was… Damian?

Tim didn’t have time to think about why his little brother was here, he hustled off the stage as the next graduate was called. Tim settled back into his seat and tried to work it out. It was possible that Bruce, Dick, Alfred or some combination had insisted that Damian come. Tim shook his head, no one could really force Damian to do anything. He settled back in his seat, he’d just have to ask the demon brat at his party later.

The rest of graduation crawled by him clapping whenever he recognized a name. He stood on his chair letting out a woop and pumping his hand in the air when his roommate Miles wheeled across the stage. An hour or so later it was all over and Tim threw is hat up into the air then leapt up to catch it out of the air. 

Tim pushed open the doors to Wayne manor and was greeted to cheers and clapping. Kon and Bart picked him up in a hug and spun him around. Clark Kent shook his hand so hard he thought his arm would come off. Jon Kent hugged him around the middle. Wonder Woman smiled at him and told him she was proud of him, which made Tim choke up a little. Jason pulled him into a one armed hug and told him he bought some pot for them to smoke together later. Dick gushed for 10 minutes. Tim smiled at, shook hands with and hugged members of the Justice League, Justice Society, Titans, and Outsiders, friends and allies. He high fives Miles as he walked toward the kitchen. 

Damian was sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter. Tim wondered if he knew how small that made him look. Tim pulled a coke out of the fridge cracking it open and leaning against the counter next to Damian. “Not going out to the party Dami?” Tim commented taking a sip of his drink. “tt- not exactly my thing now is it Drake?” Damian said without looking up from his phone. “Hm, I wouldn’t have thought so but then you show up at my graduation, so I don’t know what to think” Tim said as lightly as he could. Damian said nothing, didn’t move a muscle. “So what’s up with that Dami?” 

“I had to make sure you were really going to leave” Damian said tartly. Tim laughed, there was a time not so long ago that a comment like that would have annoyed him, but not any more. “You know for the ‘Son of Batman’ you’ve always been a shitty liar” Tim said looking at his little brother. Damian looked up and glared at him but Tim just looked back coolly with a slight smile. Damian looked away “fine, if you must know I…. I think I’m going to miss you” Damian’s voice was quiet. Tim raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “Duke graduated last year, now you, after this summer it’ll just be me here alone” Damian sounded miserable. “Well other than Bruce, Alfred and your 97 pets” Tim tried to joke. Damian glared at him again “You know what I mean Drake” Tim shrugged but he did.

The Manor could be cold, more a museum than a home, Bruce could be hard to live with at the best of times. “Ah come up kid, we’re all in and out of here all the time, if you really miss me I got a single dorm, you can crash on my floor any time” Damian looked at him and Tim could see he was grateful even as he said mockingly “oh how tempting Drake” Tim laughed “any ways we all know Bruce can’t help but adopt new orphans, you’ll be dealing with a knew little brother with-in 6 months of me moving out guaranteed” Damian rolled his eyes but also smiled. “Come on you’re missing a party” Tim said clapping him on the shoulder and they headed out into the party together. 


Description: Weirdmageddon took a toll on Ford, especially an emotional one. Dealing with the aftermath and consequences wasn’t easy. Fortunately, his family was there for him when he needed it the most.
Characters: Ford Pines, and the rest of the Pines family
Words: 2065
A/N: A gift for @raindroplazuli. Happy birthday, Emma! You gave me this idea last year, but I never got to write it. But here it is! I hope you enjoy, and that you had a wonderful birthday! <3

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goldendecember  asked:

Fic idea/request: Ginsy + “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” I've recently fallen in love with Ginsy (and your writing), so when I saw you were taking fic requests, I couldn't resist requesting a short story about the two of them! <3

Oh, that’s so nice to hear! Hope ya like it!

Prompt #5: “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” (Read it on AO3)

Pansy Parkinson had a problem with Ginny Weasley. Not the kind in which she wanted to sell her out to the Dark Lord (contrary to popular belief, Pansy did not relish in such activities–the incident with Potter last year was a necessary evil). It wasn’t even the kind of problem that made her want to curse the Weaselette. No, this was the kind of problem in which Pansy wanted to kiss her, and hold her, and do naughty things to her in the Room of Requirement. In other words:

“Kill me, Draco,” Pansy said histrionically, swooning across the blond so her head rested in his lap. “I can’t take any more.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Pans, you’re acting like a Hufflepuff.” The potency of the jab was diminished by him running his hand through her hair. She hummed softly at the gesture, peeking through lidded eyes to see if anyone was looking. Thankfully, everyone seemed focused on the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match, so her eyes fell shut once more. While it was common practice for Slytherins to be affectionate with one another in private, it was quite another matter to do so in public. Even with their so-called “reformed” status since the war, some rules stayed in place.

“Is she scoring a goal?” Pansy asked, peeking through her eyelids again. A quick glance at the pitch gave her an affirmative. Pansy squealed and buried her head.

“How in Merlin’s name are you rationalizing this behavior?” Draco asked. Pansy knew from his tone that he was making his I-can’t-do-this-right-now face. It made him look like Lucius when he supervised their play dates as children. She didn’t mention this to Draco, however, because comparing him to his father was like asking to be jinxed.

“She looks like a phoenix,” Pansy said. “All that red hair and confidence, and that Slytherin smile she flashes after she throws the Quidditch ball–”

“Quaffle,” Draco interjected lazily.

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