and she looks so much happier now


  • Jake and Amy’s first child is named Nakatomi, because Jake’s been promoting it as a possible name to Amy for ages (“Works for a boy or a girl!”)– he comes up with PowerPoint presentations filled with creatively colored pie-charts, bar graphs, statistical analysis
  • Even a binder is produced, filled with all sorts of documents and printouts denoting reasons they should name their child Nakatomi
  • “Aside from being a badass iconic building, Nakatomi was an influential clan in ancient Japan! Can you believe that, Ames? That’s like- the old Japanese mafia! Our baby can be a symbol of HISTORY, and you love history!”
  • Amy agrees to the name Nakatomi, not because of all the detailed PowerPoint presentations and organized binders (she won’t lie, Jake’s efforts lead to a lot of sex, which doesn’t matter since she’s already pregnant) but because seeing how happy the name Nakatomi makes Jake… hell he could’ve suggested Garbage Can as their first child’s name and she might (emphasis on might) have agreed
  • When Nakatomi’s born, Jake surprises Amy with the name he’s written on the birth certificate- Nakatomi Helvetica Peralta (Jake had suggested hyphenating, but there’s enough Santiagos to go around already, so)
  • Amy’s laughing on the hospital bed in an otherwise silent ward full of resting parents– she can’t believe her first born daughter’s name is Nakatomi Helvetica Peralta, but she wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. She actually loves that her favorite font is her baby’s middle name, and she loves her crazy husband who made the call
  • “If you don’t like it we can always change it,” Jake sheepishly remarks as his fingers run through his hair, “I know I’ve been harping on this Nakatomi thing for months, and that was selfish of-”
  • “No,” she tells him, firmly. “I love it. I love her–” she reaches for his face and kisses him sweetly–“and I love you.”
  • Jake gives her a look of awe, and chuckles. “It is a crazy name though–”
  • “It is. But you’re crazy, and I married you because I love that about you. And I’m crazy too, because I actually love this name- for one, it’s definitely not boring.”
  • If one had walked up to Amy in the street ten years ago and told her that her first child would be named Nakatomi Helvetica Peralta, she would have run away screaming. Although, if that same someone had told her back then that Jake Peralta would also be the father of her children, she would’ve run away screaming too.
  • Now, looking at his face of awe, she’s never felt happier.
  • “I love you so much–” he tells her, and she feels it so strongly–“but our baby’s totally gonna get beat up at school when she’s older.”
  • Amy laughs, really truly laughs. “No she’s not, because she has us as parents.”
  • “And we aren’t exactly fantastic examples of ‘not getting bullied as kids’, babe.”
  • They take to calling Nakatomi 'Tomi’ for short, and even though everyone sighs heavily when they find out what Jake and Amy have named their first child, Tomi grows on everyone because she’s literally the most precious thing
  • As a toddler learning to speak, she keeps messing up the pronunciation of The Enigma’s name, as she can’t pronounce 'Eh’ and 'Ma’, yet, she keeps referring to The Enigma as 'Dee Nee’. In the following years, 'Deenie’ is the only nickname The Enigma accepts
  • The Enigma’s largely the main reason why Nakatomi doesn’t get made fun of at school for having a different name. Namely, when Nakatomi’s old enough, The Enigma gives her a knife as a birthday present, and teaches her how to use it
  • This knife is obviously one of the many knives Rosa Diaz owns that she lets her adoptive daughter The Enigma have access to
  • Amy gets really scared when she finds a knife in Nakatomi’s bag, but upon seeing how good she is at using it, they let her keep it (with stern warnings not to bring it to school any more and to make sure it’s in a safe place so she doesn’t harm herself)
  • Jake asks Nakatomi to sneak him one of Rosa’s top notch knives (she refuses to tell Jake where she gets them, he suspects that she makes them herself)
  • When baby number 2 comes around, Jake and Amy take a more traditional course in the naming department
  • That’s how their baby boy gets named Raymond Terrance Peralta, because “Harry Potter really messed up the whole 'naming your kid after two role models’ thing”
  • Holt and Terry are beyond touched when Jake and Amy tell them their first son’s name. Terry bursts into tears immediately, while a single tear falls from Holt’s eye
  • It’s one of the best moments ever, although the rest of the squad is jealous they didn’t get kids named after them
  • At work, Jake’s favorite thing to do in the mornings is bring his infant son, point at Captain Holt and say 'Big Ray Ray’ before pointing to baby Raymond and saying 'Little Ray Ray’
  • On multiple occasions, Holt has to retire to his office because he can’t handle the Emotions he feels
  • Jake and Amy love calling their son their 'Ray’ of sunshine, Jake especially
  • Nakatomi loves that she’s named after a dope ass building in Die Hard, and it becomes her favorite movie too
  • She also starts a band called Tomi! Tomi! Tomi! Tomi? as a teenager
  • It flops
Trans Lance Headcannon/Prompt*

*this is either going to be a multipart headcannon or a headcannon that I turn into a fanfic later*
-Lance and Keith went to the same high school before attending the garrison
-Lance and Keith were friends in high school before going to the garrison
-the reason Keith doesn’t remember Lance is because high school Lance hadn’t transitioned yet
-Lance doesn’t transition until a few weeks before going to the garrison
-Keith is so rude to Lance because he reminds him so much of a friend he had in high school named Lacey
-When Lacey suddenly disappeared Keith had assumed she had committed suicide since he knew Lacey was depressed
-Lacey’s depression was caused by dysphoria and he is now much happier as Lance
-Lance still gets dysphoria and he hides it by being obnoxiously loud and cracking jokes
-flash forward to being in space: Keith accidentally calls Lance Lacey because they just look so similar, he couldn’t help it (plus he really misses his friend)
-Lance breaks down into tears thinking that Keith has somehow found out and his calling him his dead name on purpose
-Keith freaks out because he’s never seen Lance cry like that and why does it hurt him so much to see Lance like that?
-Keith attempts to comfort Lance
-Keith apologizes and tries to explain that Lance looks so much like a friend he lost in high school
-Lance comes out to Keith and explains that he is Lacey
-Keith ends up crying because he missed his friend so much.
-Lance tells Keith that he understands if their friendship is ruined
-Keith tells Lance to stop being such and idiot because they still friends no matter what
- they both end up hugging while crying happy tears
(Sorry if that sucked, it’s my second headcannon ever so please don’t kill me)

(To check out more of my Trans Lance Works you can find them here: Trans Lance Master List)

“She is too much like me. Too much.”

The tattooed skin was smooth and bore no sign of irritation - she must have gotten it some time ago. Kamilah stared wordlessly at her daughter, who looked so much like her wife - late wife. The set in her jaw, the determined gaze, the glimmer of love and concern. All of that, she got from Ana. And now, she wore yet another, literal, mark of her mother.

Tattoo by Lycoriseum or @pentacass

(Tho mine was a happier take on the scene shhh no tears here)
Commission for @piictochat of Fareeha and Kamilah <3

Five Times Ladybug Didn't Recognize Her Partner and One Time She Did

A sequel to Five Times Gabriel Agreste Didn’t Akumatize His Son and One Time He Did. I really wanted to leave it as it was, but I had to come back and give this a happier ending. And of course it ran away from me and got way longer than I meant it to.

I hope you enjoy!

“Is everything okay, kitty?”

Chat Noir looked over at her. “What?”

“You seem a little out of it.”

He shrugged. “No, just…” He sighed. “My dad’s not coming to something kind of…important to me.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I mean, I knew he wouldn’t, but… I guess I hoped things would be different now.”


“It’s nothing.”

By the way he looked at her, she knew she shouldn’t press. After all, there was only so much they could share without revealing their identities. “Well…” she gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe you can ask some friends to come instead.” She wished she could attend, but without knowing who he was, that would be impossible.

Sometimes, keeping their identities safe was difficult and even painful, but she knew it was better this way. Once they’d discussed it, he’d even agreed with her.

Still, as Marinette watched Adrien play at his recital, painfully aware of Gabriel Agreste’s absence, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had gone to Chat Noir’s event to support him the way she, Nino, and Alya had attended Adrien’s recital. She hoped so.

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I’m loving Nicole’s look this season. As much as the shit that’s going on now involves her so much more than last season and there’s never really a dull moment, Nicole truly seems happier this season than last. Part of that has to do with Waverly I imagine, but also, she’s finally happy she’s included, in the black badge gang and in Nedley’s secretive plans. She got promoted, with another promotion secured for the future. She got her uniform changed and her hair cut to a length she likes more. She’s finally feeling like she’s found a true home in this crazy weird little town, and for reasons she probably never could have imagined. It’s more dangerous than ever, but Nicole seems to love it all the more.

You know, given that prince Adam was 11 when he was turned into the Beast, it is a damn shame we don’t have more artwork of a younger Beast.

Just imagine how cute he’d be with these short, stubby horns and soft, downy fur. His mane would still be small and fuzzy and sticking up all over the place. Imagine his lil toe beans.

We know that he was quite a lil brat (which is why he was turned into a beast in the first place), but after having such a traumatizing experience as being turned into a beast, I’d imagine he’d be in a rather vulnerable headspace, leaving him to rely more heavily on his servants.

So while he’s all lost and confused, his servants would step up to the plate and look after him. Not out of any sense of love or anything, he is an annoying brat after all, but because they’re decent human beings and they’re not just gonna leave a little kid to fend for himself, even if he was the reason they’re all under the curse.

So imagine Cogsworth taking up tutoring him - just because they’re all under some potentially eternal curse is no reason for him to fall behind on his studies.

Imagine Ms Potts nagging at him to wash his fur properly and having steaming cups of tea ready for him after his bath.

Imagine Lumiere telling him bedtime stories and watching over him while he sleeps, keeping at least one of his lights on all night because he knows Adam is still afraid of the dark even though he insists he isn’t anymore.

Imagine Fifi knowing all the places he’s especially ticklish so that she can make him laugh whenever he’s feeling especially depressed about missing his parents or not being able to leave his castle.

Imagine that over time, this bratty little prince comes to respect his servants, whom he used to look down on. He treats them nicely and listens to what they say and looks forward to his company.

And the servants, they come to adore their little prince who is now so bubbly and bright and in some ways, so much happier than he was as a human.

Imagine Adam is 15, and he’s sitting in the library one day, not really paying attention to whatever Cogsworth is trying to teach him. And when Cogsworth notices that his pupil’s attention has wandered, he smacks the child upside the head to get his attention, and begins lecturing him about how important it is to put effort into his studies.

For a moment, Adam is stunned, because once upon a time, Cogsworth wouldn’t have dared lay a hand on him, or speak to him so disrespectfully. Once upon a time, Adam would have had him banished from his kingdom for so much as disagreeing with him.

But now?

Now he only feels a kind of fond exasperation.

He’s come to see his servants as more than just tools for his using - he’s come to see them as humans with lives and thoughts and opinions of their own. And he loves them all deeply, and they love him in return.

And it’s just as he makes this realization that everything explodes in a warm rush of glittering gold magic.

Stupid Feelings (Part 2)

Originally posted by nessa007

Part one here

Anon requests: Hello! I saw your recent imagine if stupid feelings and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 it was really good!!!

boy howdy pls tell me you’re writing a second part for stupid feelings bc I’m dying for more!!!!

please, put stupid feelings 2 on the top of you list!<33

Part 2 for stupid feelings?

Pairing: Betty x Jughead x Reader

Description: Based off of Ed Sheeran’s new song “Happier,” we get a look at the difficult healing process (Y/N) goes through.

Warnings: heartbreak?

Word count: 942

A/N: i didn’t expect for this to go up until Wednesday, but I finished it really quickly so I figured I’d put it up today. you are not getting a happy ending in this series fyi

Walking down 29th and park

I saw you in another’s arms

Only a month we’ve been apart

You look happier

It had been a month since I last spoke to Jughead.  I told him I needed time, but at this point I doubted if we could ever restore the relationship we once had.  It hurt too much to even see him in the school hallways, nonetheless actually talk to him.  Our last moment together kept replaying itself in my mind: the little glimmer of hope that I had thinking maybe he liked me back, the look of shock on his face after my confession, and the words that shattered my heart.  Of course he liked Betty.

Sometimes I would see them in the hallway together, walking next to each other.  Both of them always wore huge smiles on their faces, and their arms were constantly brushing.  The sight always pained me, and before Jughead could turn his head to look at me, I dashed away.  

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said something to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah you look happier, you do

I walked into the student lounge, headed straight for the vending machine.  Not wanting to spend too much time there, I kept my head down and avoided eye contact with everyone.  I approached the vending machine and inserted my cash and selected the chips that I wanted.  A loud giggle caught my attention, and my curiosity got the best of me causing me to turn around.  I whirled around and saw Jughead and Betty sitting together on the couch, his arm nonchalantly resting around her shoulders.  Holding back tears, I grabbed the chips out of the machine and stormed out of the lounge.

They looked so happy. Was Jughead ever that happy with me? I asked myself.  

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal baby

If you’re moving on with someone new

There was no one to blame but myself.  I constantly repeated this, trying to convince myself to rekindle my friendship with Jughead.  He had quickly become my best friend, the person I always turned to.  But when I was suffering from a broken heart, I couldn’t turn to him.  Because he was the one who broke my heart.  When I had once spent every night in Pop’s laughing with Jughead, I now sat in my room, sad and alone.  Although I never returned to the diner, I just knew that Betty was sitting where I had once sat, and she was laughing with the boy who shattered my heart.

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N),” Cheryl comforted me, placing a soothing hand on my back.  In my time of vulnerable loneliness, I turned back to Cheryl. I told her that Jughead was the reason why I snapped at her, and my infatuation with him had gotten the best of me. Using what little pity she had left, she accepted my apology and welcomed me back into her friend group. Even though Cheryl wasn’t the ideal person for me to seek comfort in, I figured being with her was better than being alone.  Surprisingly, Cheryl was very comforting and sweet when it came to broken hearts.

“I just feel like such an idiot,” I cried.  “He looks so much happier with her, anyways.”

“You’ll be happier, too, one day,” she reminded me.  “For instance, Jason’s death has absolutely broken me, but I know he’s in a better place now.  And I know one day, I’ll accept his death and be okay.  You will, too, (Y/N).  You’ll be okay.”

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything’s reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier

Aren’t you?

For the first time in two months, I went to Pop’s.  I sat in a booth furthest from the entrance and mindlessly sipped a vanilla milkshake.  I couldn’t get anything else on the menu, because everything else reminded me of Jughead.  The burgers and the fries reminded me of when we’d both order them, but Jughead would still steal my fries.  Or the ice cream sundaes reminded me of how he always took the cherry from off the top of mine.  

This is how you move on, I told myself.  Cheryl had told me to do this, face my fears.  Missing Jughead should not prevent me from enjoying nice things.  Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe was a nice place I enjoyed visiting, and I repeated to myself not to let the memory of Jughead ruin this.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody need you like I do

I know that there’s others that deserve you

But my darling I am still in love with you

I am still in love with him. Three months after he broke my heart, and what remained of it still belonged to him.  

I refused to succumb to my sadness; I refused to let it drive me back to Jughead.  

I knew Jughead was happier with Betty, and I told myself I, too, would be happier.

I would be happier without Jughead.

But I guess you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

I could try to smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

Part three here

anonymous asked:

As much as I would like to believe in a doting dad King Endymion, isn't that contradicted in the anime when Chibiusa is whole-heartedly convinced that her parents don't care about her? That Pluto is the only one who even likes her? And in the new Sera Myu, if I remember correctly, she feels that she's rejected by everyone, not just some dumb kids. That doesn't sound like a child who grew up with loving parents by her side. She just sounds so lonely.

That is Chibi Usa’s perception, and I think it’s pretty clear in both the anime and manga (especially the anime, honestly) that Chibi Usa is a flawed narrator on that front.

For example, look at the memories we’re shown in the anime to illustrate the idea that Chibi Usa was lonely. There is the one where everyone mysteriously was too busy to celebrate her birthday. Then it turns out they were planning to surprise her with her parents returning from their trip early to celebrate it. Then there’s the one when she falls down in the rain and her parents did not immediately pick her up. In her mind, they were coldly refusing to help her. In reality, it turns out they were encouraging her to pick herself up (and I’m no parent, but it seems like pretty good parenting to me, not to race to pick up your toddler every single time she falls).

I think there’s a lot of factors in Chibi Usa’s loneliness growing up.

  • Her parents are busy all the time. They’re king and queen of the world, after all. There’s a reason most politicians and monarchs employ full-time nannies. The most loving parent can seem distant and cold if their attention is divided because of their job.
  • She’s an only child.
  • She’s the one and only child of the king and queen of the world. Think how much scrutiny she must have been under from the moment she was born. Imagine being a little kid seeing your own face on the tabloids all the time, for absolutely no reason other than who your parents are. Imagine how impossible it would be to feel normal.
  • Kids were mean to her, probably because of that aforementioned scrutiny.
  • She felt like she could never live up to her mother’s legacy, and clearly did not know how to communicate her fears to her parents.
  • Her fears turned into suppression of her own growth and magical powers, keeping her a child forever.
  • It turned into this negative feedback loop where her own fears of failure stunted her growth, but the lack of growth made her feel like a bigger failure and made people scrutinize her even more, so she became trapped in a cycle she couldn’t escape.

The first point is one that I relate to a lot. I have a really loving mother, someone who a lot of my friends and cousins have said they love and wish they had as a mom, but there was a point in my life when I was still desperately lonely. Because she was working long hours at the same time that kids at school were being bullies. Feeling alone at school and then coming home to an empty house really did make me feel rejected by everyone, even though that was objectively not true. That fact that she cared for me and supported me just… wasn’t enough to fix the situation. It was too big for her.

But leaving aside her parents for a moment, even if they were actually cold and distant, what about everyone else? What about the other senshi? What about Diana, who was already there in the manga?

Somehow Chibi Usa managed to be sad even with Diana in her life. You can make me believe that somehow every one of the senshi, including Usagi Biggest-Heart-in-the-Universe Tsukino, became cold and seemingly heartless, but you cannot tell me that Diana rejected Chibi Usa a single time in her entire kitten life.

So what made Pluto special, in a way that her parents and the other senshi and Diana could not be? Other than the fact that Pluto is wonderful and perfect and also incredibly lonely, Pluto has nothing to do with the world that Chibi Usa feels pressured by. Where Chibi Usa’s parents and even the other senshi must represent the world she feels inadequate at accessing, Pluto is literally outside of it all. Being with Pluto was an escape from a reality in which she is a princess living in the shadow of an immortal queen.

But let’s go back to the real issue Chibi Usa had: feeling overshadowed by Neo Queen Serenity, and the need to live up to her legacy. I feel like this is the main isolating force for her. And it is largely internal. Because look at what happens when Venus questions how Chibi Usa can take over as queen if she doesn’t have any powers.

King Endymion is not here for that kind of talk. He shuts that line of questioning down hard. It doesn’t matter that his daughter has been a powerless child for 900 years now, he still believes in her.

And look at how Neo Queen Serenity reacts to the same issue.

Chibi Usa thought she was not good enough, but her parents have never thought that. It was entirely her own insecurities, which she kept too bottled up for anybody to help her deal with them.

And we know that that must be the source of her problems, because from this point on, Chibi Usa is so much happier. She never indicates that Crystal Tokyo is a sad place for her to be anymore. The only time those same insecurities flare up again? Is when she feels overshadowed by Sailor Moon in the present. But she works through it and becomes both a happier person and a better soldier for it.

Long story short, knowing who Usagi and Mamoru are, knowing who Chibi Usa becomes after that first arc, knowing how easily childhood memories can be clouded, I see no reason to believe that Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion are bad parents. If they were, then there was no resolution when Chibi Usa became Sailor Chibi Moon, and all that character development should have been directed towards resolution with them instead of her own personal growth.

please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)

okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard


anonymous asked:


So the thing no one knew is that Lucy and Maggie actually have some history. Some “we met at a bar and had a drunken one night stand that grew into a casual friendship with occasional boning” type history.

It was never anything serious; Maggie fears commitment more than death and Lucy always seemed hung up on someone from her past, but they stayed in contact and actually talked about things, and considering how emotionally stunted and work-obsessed they both are their dynamic is surprisingly healthy.

One day Maggie gets a call letting her know Lucy will be in town for a week on ‘business’ (she’s never said what she does but Maggie knows it’s federal) and so Maggie invites her out for drinks. She takes her to the alien bar, because Maggie knows who her father is and the prejudices she’s struggled with and honestly Maggie kind of wants to see if She is any more comfortable with this sort of thing. And luckily for all, Lucy is. She’s unfazed by the alien nature of the bar and actually seems to know a few of its inhabitants. Lucy looks good, she seems healthier and happier than she was the last time they met. Maggie feels her heart swell a little at the thought.

And so they sit and they talk about what’s going on in their lives and it only takes a few drinks for Lucy to start nervously talking about someone she’s gonna see in town soon and Maggie realizes this is who she’s always suspected existed, the mysterious person Lucy is hung up on.

“I’m in a much better place now and it’s just made me realize some things I think I was ignoring before,” she says.

“God, realizing is the worst,” Maggie says, smirking into her bottle as she takes another long drink. Lucy laughs and runs her fingers through her hair nervously.

“Tell me about it. Either way, I’ve got to figure out what to do now that I know there’re feelings there.”

“Ask her out. Or just kind of, you know,” she makes eyes at Lucy, holds her pointer and middle finger up in a V, flicks her tongue suggestively. Lucy snorts her beer so hard a little comes out of her nose.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” Lucy chokes through her laughter, “at least wait until I’m done drinking.”

“I’m just saying! Try asking her if she wants to come watch you work out. I’ve seen those guns in actions, that line would work on me.”

“Anything would work on you,” Lucy teases before dodging Maggie’s indignant smack. “Besides, it wouldn’t be like that with her. I don’t think I could just be with her, you know? without it being a forever kind of thing.”

Maggie’s stomach hurts a little at that, which only pisses her off. She’s always known what they were to each other and it’s ridiculous to be bothered by this. The benefit of being with someone like Lucy is how loose and casual it can be. So what if Lucy gets moon-eyes thinking about some other girl? Maggie isn’t looking for a forever kind of thing and Lucy knows that. Besides, it’s not like Maggie isn’t still drinking away her thoughts of Alex.

And great, now she’s thinking about Alex again. First she gets fuzzy thinking about Lucy and now she’s got Danvers back in the foreground where she seems to always lurk, like a constant blanket of affection and guilt that weighs down Maggie’s every moment. This is really why Maggie doesn’t do relationships or, hell, even feelings really. All they do is make everything hurt and Maggie’s had enough hurt for one lifetime, thanks.

And speak of the devil herself, in walks Alex Danvers. She’s got on those tight jeans and that leather jacket and god, Maggie wishes she wasn’t such a fuck up that Alex needs to avoid because there’s nothing she wants more than to run her hands under that jacket.

She’s so caught in her gawking that she doesn’t even notice Lucy has frozen up beside her; all she can focus on is the small little smile Alex is sending her way, a smile that shifts into a shocked, full blown grin when she sees who Maggie is sitting with.

“Oh my god, Lucy?”

Maggie can hear the sharp exhale from Lucy and it sort of sounds like maybe she’s been holding her breath this whole time, waiting to be noticed.

“Hey, Alex,” Lucy says in a voice so soft and affectionate Maggie almost does a double take. Lucy’s just staring at Alex as she approaches and her eyes are shining like she’s looking at a star come to life.

Alex scoops Lucy up into a hug that makes her squeak and suddenly Maggie can’t help but tune out Alex’s ramble of excited questions. She signals M'gann to bring her something stronger than the beer she’s been nursing all night, because now she knows exactly who Lucy Lane’s dream girl is, and honestly Maggie has never felt more thoroughly fucked over in her life.

yesterday i was released from therapy. 

kind of.

i’m better now.

its been months since i’ve last seen my therapist. does that mean i’m better? no. 

yesterday i was asked if i still needed to go. i said no.

i told them i was cured, completely better now, totally symptom free. i said something about being so much happier now that i’ve got a fish. i told them i was great, i’m looking forward to going to college.

that’s what i told them.

nobody checked my wrists. nobody checked my thighs. they believed the lying smile in my eyes. 

i told her i was cold that day when she asked me why i wasn’t wearing shorts. little did she know i was dripping red. sadder than i’d ever been.

it’s all i think about now. when will my next cigarette be? when will my next drink be? when’s my next release?

i think, slowly, i’m beginning to give up. i’ve lost my happiness again. i think about skipping meals again. i’m not sure i’m going to survive the year. 

she’s gone. he’s gone. and its all my fault. 

there’s no point in living anymore right?

its not like i’m smart enough to get into college, right? 

miracles don’t happen to me.

yesterday i was released from therapy.

kind of.

i’m better now,

better at lying.

1: june 3rd

“That was rude, Jess. I’m hurt.” He covers his heart with both hands, holding onto his peck through his tank top tightly. “I was going to invite you inside but I’m rethinking it now.”

“It is what it is.” Jessica shrugs like the excitement she felt fluttering in her stomach didn’t just churn into a tiny panic. “It’s not like I particularly wanted to watch you play Xbox anyway.”

“I had something else in mind.”

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Nesta was exhausted, she had never known exhaustion like this. Her ankles were swollen and so was her stomach. It happened over night, she woke up one morning and couldn’t see her ankles. She knew it would happen, her bump had been tiny even at six months. But now she was huge, she felt huge. And everyone loved to remind her that she was bigger than the last time they saw her. She still couldn’t get used to people, strangers and family alike, constantly touching her. She hated it. The only person allowed to touch her bump without permission was the person who put it there.

She laid back down slowly, running her hand over her middle, begging their child to stop kicking. She had laid down for bed almost three hours ago. Yet she couldn’t fall asleep, because of the fluttering in her stomach. She hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep since the little bat found that kicking her bladder was more fun than anything else.

She knew this child was going to take after their father in so many ways. While it warmed her heart to think of Cassian’s conspiring smile on their child’s tiny face, she couldn’t handle the constant kicking. She just wanted a moment of peace.

There were dark circles under her eyes. They fell close as a moment of quiet surrounded her. The baby stilled, for a second Nesta thought she was finally going to be able to fall sleep. Even if only for a few hours. Cassien had fallen asleep hours ago, but Nesta was still wide awake. Trying everything she could think of to make their baby sleep.

She sighed as a kick against her ribs jolted her awake. Her eyes opened and she bit back a groan.

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Fresh Start - Part 10

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Joe West, Iris West

Words: 3146 (sorry again)

Warnings: none

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Notes: hi guys! I’ve decided I’m not going to keep on putting the links of every chapter I post because, let’s be honest, it takes me ages to do it so instead, you can find the link to the masterlist just above the beginning of the chapter where you can find all the parts of this series along with everything I’ve written so far!

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The next couple of days were some of the best days you had in a long time. You went to college every day, you enjoyed all the classes and every time you went back home, Barry was there, at the door, waiting for you, eager to hear about your day and your classes. He also started to tell you about his work at the CCPD. He used to be so busy and sometimes he had to leave out of nowhere when he was called from the police department. You understood and it never bothered you. Every time he left, you took the time to go through your assignments for class and your “secret” assignment: you were digging information about the scarlet speedster.

You had decided to keep it a secret because you knew Barry would try to stop you if he knew. Since you weren’t going to stop, the best thing you could do was keeping it to yourself. Sadly, nobody knew much about him. It looked like he appeared after the explosion of the particle accelerator but you already knew that. There were some articles in some scientific magazines about him but nothing worth your time. There were also dozens of videos and photos of him on the internet but nothing that would led you to him. It was exasperating.

Unfortunately, your secret didn’t stay like that for a long time. A week after the attack, you and Barry were having dinner at your apartment and were about to start watching Game of Thrones. You asked Barry to look for the episode you were both on while you made the popcorns.

“Everything ready?” You asked coming back from the kitchen. But it wasn’t ready.

Barry was reading something on your laptop and it was then when you remembered you hadn’t closed the last sites about The Flash you had visited. Damn it.

“What’s this?”  He asked looking up at you.

“Nothing important” you shrugged putting down the popcorns and sitting by his side. “Curiosity” you added taking the laptop from his lap.

As you felt his eyes on you, you looked up at him and sighed. There we go. You knew he wouldn’t just let it go. With another sigh, you put your laptop back on the table and turned your body to be facing him.

“I’m trying to find him” you shrugged. “I have to talk to him”

“Why?”  He frowned.

“Because…” you sighed. “I…saw something the day of the attack only he can explain” you told him. “And I also want to thank him” you added.

“You don’t have to thank him” he replied immediately, “saving people is his work” he shrugged.

“So? He saved my life!” You frowned.

“He saves so many people’s life and no one is around trying to thank him!” He exclaimed.

Somehow you were glad he had forgotten about the part that you had seen something. You didn’t want to explain anything about Laurel.

“Well, I’m not anyone! I want to thank him” you repeated.

“You have to stop” he almost ordered you. “It’s dangerous” he added. Just like Oliver said.

“You know I won’t stop” you told him death serious.

Barry didn’t want you anywhere near that part of the world. It was too dangerous. And if you kept on digging, you would end up finding out about his secret identity and then, you would become a target for all his enemies. He just couldn’t have it. But there was no way he could explain that to you without telling you who he really was.

“Whatever” he sighed looking away from you, trying to find a way to talk you out of it.

“I’m not changing my mind, Barry” you said. You saw him shaking his head silently before he got up and took his coat.

“I have to go” he said coming back to the couch to plant a kiss on your head before heading out of the apartment.

Really? Did it affect him so much he literally just walked out of your apartment? With a sigh you turned off your laptop and took the bowl of popcorn to take it the kitchen, not feeling like watching anything anymore.

Barry went back to Joe’s house frustrated. He wish he had a way to make you stop but he knew you enough to know how stubborn you could be. There had to be a way to talk you out of it but he just didn’t know how.

“Hey Barr” Joe said from the couch. “I thought you would be staying with (Y/N) tonight” he said.

“Yeah…” he mumbled with a frown.

“Everything okay?” He asked now worried.

“Remember when I saved her last week?” Barry said as he sat down on the couch, taking the beer Joe offered.

“Yeah, from Black Siren” Joe answered.

“Yeah…” Barry sighed. “Now she’s digging about The Flash. She says she wants to thank him for saving his life. I tried to talk her out of it but she’s just…too stubborn” Barry told Joe.

“Sounds familiar” Joe laughed. Barry looked at him confused. “Iris” he explained.

“Oh…yeah” Barry chuckled. “That’s exactly what I mean… Iris’ life was so much safer before she knew about me” he shrugged.

“Maybe, but she’s happier now. Perhaps (Y/N) would be happier as well if you told her the truth” Joe suggested.

“No” Barry said immediately, shaking his head. “I can’t drag her into this. I won’t” he said.

“I imagined you would say that” Joe sighed. “Maybe The Flash can talk to her? Like he did with Iris?”

“Because that really worked out right?” Barry laughed.

“I’m not saying it will work” Joe shrugged. “But since Barry Allen can’t make her change her mind, maybe The Flash can”

“I guess I can try” Barry sighed. “Thank you Joe” he added with a small smile.

“Anytime” Joe smiled patting Barry’s back.

No, you didn’t stop searching. You didn’t even consider stopping. Maybe Oliver and Barry had both told you that it was dangerous but it couldn’t be that dangerous. You didn’t want to face a villain on your own, you just wanted to find a way to contact The Flash. Anyhow, since you knew Barry didn’t like the idea, you decided to do your research while you were at college. At home, you were careful with your laptop every time Barry was around. You used to delete your history and kept all the info in an USB unit.

Sadly, you weren’t closer to reaching out to him than you were at the beginning. You just had articles, pictures but nothing that would help you to find him. It looked like he just appeared at the crime scene out of nowhere and when he finished his job, he disappeared again.

One day, five days after you started your research, you were at the library of your college. You had finished an article about the effects on the economy the new amusement park in Chicago would have and you were now on your own personal research. You weren’t as confident as you used to be but it looked like it was your lucky day:

You discovered a web site all about the Flash. Articles, photos, theories…everything. And all of it came from the very same person: Iris West. Somehow her name rang a bell in your head. You knew you had heard it before but you just couldn’t figure out where. Anyway, she was your best chance at finding The Flash at the moment. It didn’t matter to you that the last time she published anything on that web was more than a year ago. You had to give it a try.

You typed a quick text to Barry, saying you were going to be a bit late for lunch and then you were on your way, feeling excited all over again about this brand new lead. Finding out a bit about Iris West was easy. She was a reporter for the CCPN so all you had to do was Googling where the headquarters of the newspaper were and you headed that way, all the time trying to remember why that name was so familiar to you.

Fifteen minutes later you went through the doors of the CCPN and stopped on your tracks. It was the first time you were in a newspaper so you took your time to look around, wishing you could work in a place like that at some point in your life.

“Sorry, may I help you?” A man had approached you and was now looking at you with a small smile on his face. He looked young, probably on his thirties, and nice.

“Yes, sorry. I’m looking for Iris West, is she here?” You asked with a smile.

“Yes sure, she’s that girl over there. The one with the dark long hair” he said pointing you towards a desk.

You looked over that direction and suddenly it hit you. She was Iris West, Joe West’s daughter and Barry’s best friend. Of course it sounded so familiar. Barry used to talk about her a lot. Remembering that stopped you a little. If she knew Barry, she would probably tell him about this little surprise visit and he would know you’re still digging about the scarlet speedster. That was if he had told her about you…had him? You had never asked him and he had never told you.

Finally, you decided you had to try since you didn’t know when you were going to have a chance like this one ever again. So you just walked over her desk with confident.

“Hello, are you Iris West?” You asked when you were close enough. The girl looked up, confusion all over her face.

“That’s me” she said finally smiling a little. “Do I know you?”  She asked.

“I don’t think so” you chuckled, praying it was true. “My name is (Y/N) and I’m a student at the journalism school” you told her.

“I went there too!” She said with a big smile as she got up to shake your hand. “So what can I help you with?” She asked smiling widely now. She really was beautiful.

“I am…I’m writing an article for one of my classes and since I’m new here in Central City I thought about writing it about The Flash” you said. Sha narrowed her eyes a little but nodded, signalling you to keep going. “So I was doing some research and I found that blog you started a couple of years ago and I was wondering if… you could help me out” you said nervously.

“I certainly gave up that blog a while ago” she chuckled. “But sure, I’d love to help you” she nodded.

“Oh my god, thank you so much! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions now? I have an appointment and I don’t want to be too late” you said taking out your phone to record what she would say.

“Yeah no problem, but follow me” she said.

You followed her to an empty room. It looked like they used to have meetings there. She took a seat and offered you to take one as well. You took out your notebook as well and turned on the recorder after asking if it was okay.

“So…why did you start this blog?” You asked. All you wanted to go was going straight to the point but you didn’t want to be too obvious.

“A couple of years ago, before I started the blog, everyone started talking about this…strike you know? Every time something bad was going on in Central City, it just appeared and saved the day. I guess I got curious, I wanted to know more about it so I started blogging about him” she told you with a shrug.

“But it looks like a very complete blog…how did you get all that info? Were you in contact with him?”  You asked with your heart now pounding against your chest.

“Not really” she laughed.

“But you had an encounter with him right? According to that blog you posted about your meeting with The Flash” you asked her. Once again, she narrowed her eyes at you, suspicious.

“I did but he was the one who found me” she said. “Can I ask you something?” She asked. You nodded with a gulp. “What are you really after?” She questioned.

“What do you mean?” You asked back.

“You claim you’re writing an article about The Flash and yet, you haven’t asked a single question about him” she pointed out.

You stared at her in disbelief. How could you have been so stupid? What would you tell her now? Keep on lying didn’t feel like the best choice. You sighed and turned off the recording and closed your notebook.

“I want to contact him” you finally told her. “He saved my life last week and I need to thank him” you added.

“You can’t contact him. It’s dangerous” she said.

“Stop with the dangerous thing. I just want to talk to him” you sighed leaning against the chair. “You know who he is, don’t you?” You said narrowing her eyes.

“I wish I did” she simply said. For some reason, you didn’t believe her. “Please, stop digging. It will make you no good” she said getting up from her chair and leaving you alone in that room.

After lunch with you, Barry went straight to the CCPD. He had been missing so many days of work lately and he knew he would be facing the consequences if he didn’t get his work done. Joe used to cover it up for him, but Barry knew he wouldn’t be able to do it for much longer. So he went straight to his lab before his boss saw him.

It was hard to focus on his work when he spent most of the time thinking about you. Just like Cisco had said: he was falling hard. You were his constant though, every hour, every minute. There was nothing he could do about it, nor like he wanted to try anything. For the first time in a long time, he felt happy, like everything was in place.

“Hey genius” he turned his head towards to find Iris walking in his lab.

“Hey! What a surprise” he smiled getting up from his chair to hug her. “What brings you here?” He asked.

“Something that happened today at work” Iris said. Barry frowned worried.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Yes but…” she sighed. She walked over Barry’s desk and leaned against it. “A girl came to see me today” Iris said. “She was looking for The Flash”

Barry tensed as Iris said that. He didn’t know how, but he knew she was talking about you. You were still trying to contact him regardless what he had told you.

“Really?” He frowned crossing his arms.

“Yes, she said she wanted to thank you for saving her life last week” Iris explained. Definitely it was you.

“It was (Y/N)” Barry sighed.

“That was her?” Iris asked suddenly excited. “I met your new girlfriend without even knowing it?” She smiled.

“I think so” Barry said running a hand through his hair. “I saved her from the Black Siren last week and a couple of days later I saw on her laptop a bunch of information about the Flash. I told her to stop but apparently she didn’t listen”

Barry felt really angry at you. It really looked like you had stopped this nonsense but he was supposed to know better. You weren’t going to stop.

“I have to talk to her” he said after a while.

“I thought you already did that” Iris frowned.

“No I mean… The Flash has to talk to her” he explained.

“Oh…” Iris said surprised by his best friend’s decision.

That night you were in bed watching a chapter of Friends before going to sleep. You were so tired after the day you had, and also disappointed. You really thought visiting Iris West was going to help you. Obviously you were so wrong and now you didn’t know what else you could do. You had thought about going to the police and ask for help, but you already knew what the answer would be.

Once the episode finished, you turned off the laptop and texted Barry a quick goodnight text. Then you got up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water to take it to your room. Luckily, you didn’t have class until noon the next day. You drank some water and filled the glass again before going to the kitchen. But when you saw the figure standing in the middle of your living room, you let out a scream and dropped the glass, which didn’t even get to touch the floor. The speedster had caught in and put it on the table in less than one second.

“Are…are you…?” You mumbled still shaken up.

“The Flash. Yes” he nodded. He was doing something with his vocal chords that changed his voice so there was no way you recognized it. “I’ve been told you’ve been looking for me” he said.

“Iris told you?” You frowned, finally being able to talk properly.

“Iris is a friend” was all he said. “And you have to stop this” he added.

“Why is everyone so stubborn with that?” You sighed.

“It’s dangerous” he said.

“If I hear that word again I swear I’ll jump down the window” you snapped.

“I would catch you” he shrugged. The both of you stayed silent after that. “You don’t have to thank me” he said.

“That’s not the only thing I want to do” you said.

“What do you mean?” He asked. You gulped, nervous for what you might find out.

“Black Siren” you said. “Who is she?”

“A villain. That’s all you need to know” he replied.

“She’s Laurel Lance and that girl is death” you said. “Just give me an answer!” you exclaimed, desperate.

“I can’t. Laurel Lance is indeed death. That girl is not her. That’s all you need to know. Now stop digging before something happens to you” he said.

“What could possibly happen to me? Nobody knows me here” you said.

“Enough people knows you” he replied. “I gotta go” he said, getting ready to run away.

“I’m not stopping” you said before he ran off.

He stopped and looked like he was about to say something but he what he did was more surprising: he let out a groan. A small one but loud enough for you to hear it. And for some reason, he had forgotten to change his voice, making it sound strangely familiar. Then he just ran off.

That groan… it was the same one Barry used to do when you did something that exasperated him. Exactly the same one.

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Here is our sweet sweet muffin V. This man needs more love and protection than almost anyone in MM (I think if pressured enough Yoosung would cut a bittccch but V would still take all the abuse >_<) 

This will close the Borrow series and I thank anyone who has taken the time to read, reblog or just like the stuff I wrote. Really appreciate and love you all <3 

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All The Stars


The wild figments of his imagination when he stared at her for a second too long with those endearing, glazed eyes weren’t always giving him the right picture but he knew this: there was a blessed future up ahead for Harry and his girl, even if she didn’t know it yet.

He was in a mood tonight. Not a needy mood or the one where he lustfully allowed his mouth to water every time she passed by him and tossed a scent of her most precious perfume. No, this was the time of mood where he couldn’t wait to get that dress off of her, get those torturous heels off of her, and tuck her away into his chest, falling asleep to the sound of her breathing. No doubt, he was fond of his girl, having to deal with her bipolar tendencies everyday, but tonight was different. Tonight, she looked like the prettiest, most radiant star in the sky.

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Secret Love

Claire x Sister!reader

Request- A winsister! Reader x Claire please? I love Claire so much. Cute, fluffy cuddles in the bunker while watching tv. The girls insist to the boys that they’re just friends but then someone walks in on them making out? That’d be adorable. - Anon

1400 words 

warning-Slight language, mentions of sex

Originally posted by strengthcas

Originally posted by theyremenofletters

(Imagine Mary is the sister)

“Claire, this isn’t a good idea. My brothers could be home any minute, and you know I haven’t told them.” You were emotional, you really liked Claire, she was so much more than your best friend, you were in love with her. The two of you were unofficially dating, and since it had started you’ve been happier than ever before, you’d love to tell Sam and Dean but the problem was they didn’t know you were gay.

“We’re just cuddling and watching a movie, friends do this. Totally straight, no homo, all hetero, zero present lesbian friends do this all the time. Okay? It’ll be okay.” Claire chuckled as she pulled you in between her legs and you rested your head on her chest. You just smiled, you wished you could hit pause at this moment and stay here forever.

You were happy, young and in love. Watching some sappy chick-flick with the girl of your dreams. She was smart, funny, and hot, and the cherry on top. She was a hunter, the two of you didn’t have to keep the biggest parts of your life from each other. The two of you were honest with each other, it was perfect. This is what love was, it had to be.

But you had never said it, until now. “I love you Claire. I’m totally in love with you.” You turned to look up at her, you had a few happy tears forming in your eyes, and when you saw her face they fell. She was lit up, she looked happier than you had ever seen her. “I love you too y/n, I love you so much.”

After that, things got blurry, you remember rolling over so you were on top of her, blankets, and pillows were thrown off the couch and you were kissing. It was soft and sweet to start, but of you filled with love and passion. As it got more intense you rolled over and both of you were on the floor. Giggling and kissing, it was perfect. Until Sam and Dean walked in.

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Winchester Brothers X Reader!Sister  Spencer Reid X Reader 

Word Count: 784

Requested: Wattpad

Request: Can you do a Spencer Reid x reader? reader is the twin sister of Dean Winchester and gets a job working for the FBI,  when a case comes up that she knows how to handle. Reader’s brothers the Winchesters come to interfere. Spencer finds out about who Reader really is,  but still is in love with her. The type of entity is a demon and it possesses agent Morgan. Reader then exercises the demon,  well tries and gets injured so Sam and Dean finishes it off.

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You had been working with BAU for a while now most of the time you were dealing with normal cases, your brothers were actually a lot happier with you having a normal job, friends and a boyfriend, even if he was a little bit strange. You were called out on a case you were looking over the crime scene, you noticed a yellow powder on the floor and frowned “What that?” JJ asked.

“Sulphur.” You frowned.
“How’d you know that?” she asked.
“Oh, I don’t it’s a guess.” You smiled.
“Spending too much time with Spencer.” You laughed as she gestured for one of the forensic team to come over and take a sample.
“Were there any witnesses?” You asked.
“The caller was the neighbours she heard the crashing and then saw the dad leave the house covered in blood,” JJ explained.
“So he’s not trying to hide then?” You asked.
“Not by the looks of it,” JJ answered, you looked outside to see a commotion by the police tap, you looked at JJ and who was looking at you. You both walked towards the tape and soon you both recognised your brothers. You sighed and glared at them. “Are those-”
“Yup.” You answered. “What are you doing!?” Sam and Dean both looked up at you and their eyes widened.
“(Y/N)!?” Dean asked.
“Yes.” You nodded and he looked over at JJ who he tried hitting on before he was informed that she was married and with a child. “What are you doing?” You asked again.
“Oh um, we were um coming to see you at work.” Sam lied.
“I’ll be right back.” You said JJ who was on the verge of laughing. “Don’t encourage them.” You walked over to them ducking under the tape and leading them away from the crime scene.
“This isn’t a normal case,” Dean said immediately.
“I know there’s sulphur in the house and the Dad walked out covered in blood.” You explained.
“So let us handle it,” Dean said.
“This is my case.” You glared.
“I’ll find the Dad exercise the demon.” You said.
“No, I’ll do it.” You assured them.

You managed to find the Dad pretty quickly you walked into the interrogation room while the others were tying up loose ends. “I know what you are.” You glared.
“And I know who you are, Winchester.” the demon mocked. “You can’t get me here, you never even told them.”
“You know what you wrong about that-”
“Detective we’ve got to close up.” One of the officers said. They were moving him tomorrow so you were planning on coming back later to get rid of the demon.

You were sitting in the Hotel room with Spencer when you heard his phone he reach over for it as you sat up and looked over at him “everything okay?” You asked.
“Yeah, Derek wants us to meet him.” Spencer and answered.
“Where?” You asked.
“His room,” Spencer answered. You got up and stretched before pushing your hand out to Spencer who took it after he stood up. You walked into the room to see Sam and Dean had Derek tied to a chair. “What are you doing!?” Spencer glared.
“Oh look it’s to boy genius, he holds you in high regard,” the demon said through Derek.
“Okay Spencer I know what this looks like but I need you to trust me, that’s not Derek okay?” You asked pulling his attention to you, but you flung across the room before you could say anything more.
“She’s right I’m what they call a demon.” he sneered.
“Okay time to go.” You glared.
“I’m not finished yet.” the demon again flung you against the wall this time, however, there was a loud enough crack that everyone else in the room flinched, Sam then launched into the exorcism and the demon was gone in second, Dean then called on Cas to help heal you once you came around. As soon as you were aware of your surrounding you kicked Dean’s feet out from underneath him.
“I was handling it.” You glared at your twin.
“Does someone want to tell me what ‘it’ is?” Spencer asked and you looked at him and sighed. You then explained everything that your family did and everything that had happened before coming to work with him at the BAU. Spencer didn’t say anything for a long time, Derek was back to normal and didn’t remember anything. You were on the jet back when he decided to talk to you, you were looking out the window and he cleared his throat, you looked over and he leant towards you “I still love you.”
You smiled “I love you too.”

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