and you say not to worry about you anymore...sigh

“Care for You”  Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,534

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: You’re a quiet, observant person who doesn’t talk much, a lot like Daryl, which made you take a liking to him from the beginning. You’ve never actually held a conversation with anyone, so when you defend Daryl one day by yelling at Shane, the entire group is surprised.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, super slight fluff, angst

Originally posted by lifedeathandlovefromstankonia

You watch him as he walks back from the field, covered in dirt, his crossbow behind his shoulder. You know he has to be utterly exhausted from being out there all day- he got up the same time the sun did, and left only a few minutes afterwards. It’s sunset, and he’s only just now coming back.

Daryl Dixon. You’ve never met a man quite like him. When he and his group came onto your farm, you took interest in him immediately. You’re a quiet person- you don’t talk much, not even to your own family. You’ve always been introverted and preferred being alone than being with other people. This certainly didn’t change once this new group showed up here, but rather enhanced it.

This personality trait of yours became helpful after a while. Being a quiet and stand-offish person made you observant. You noticed that Daryl has a rough demeanor. He doesn’t talk much (but if he does, it’s usually a rude comment) and he typically keeps to himself. He pretends as if the only thing he cares about is himself, and is rude to anyone who says otherwise. But, you also noticed another side of him. The side that he thinks that no one knows about. The side that cares.

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Originally posted by tinysofia

Summary: You faint while on the journey and that causes feelings to surface.

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,037

Warnings: Its quite shit lmfao. I’m not happy with it.

Requested by: @clairese1980

A/n: I’m absolutely shit at writing romantic scenes because I absolutely have no experience with relationships at all lmfao. So beware the last part is pretty bad.

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36.“Don’t move, it’ll be okay.” about Jason Todd, please?

Here you go anon! Have some injured Jason and worried Batfam!

His ears are buzzing, static interspersed with choppy snippets of worried voices. He wants them to go away, they’re only making his headache worse. Slurring something to that effect gets more frantic shouting instead of blissful silence though. He shifts where he’s lying on the ground and his body shrieks with pain from head to-

Oh shit. He can’t feel his toes. Can’t feel anything below his knees actually.

Fuck, what the hell happened?

Someone touches the his neck and he flinches, whimpering when the jerky movement sends new waves of pain across his body. 

“Easy, Hood.” The voice is low, soothing. Too soft to be Batman, too calm to be Nightwing, not condescending enough to be Robin. Must be Little Red. “I need to remove your helmet so I can assess the damage.”

The kid’s fingers skim over the mangled helmet to hit the release button, then carefully pull it away from Jason’s face. He blinks when his vision clears with the removal of the cracked lenses, giving him a perfect view of Red Robin’s worried face hovering over him.

“Ow,” he mutters, which is a bit of a massive understatement because as soon as he tries to turn his head, stabbing pain causes stars to explode across his vision. He tries to lift a hand to prod at his face and neck to figure out how bad it is for himself, but Red Robin catches his wrist - mindful of the two fingers that are most likely broken - and gently pushes it back down.

The younger vigilante’s mouth is a grim line as he rests his other hand against the side of Jason’s head to keep it still. “Help is coming. Just… don’t move, it’ll be okay.”

Jason’s starting to doubt that. “Wha’…” He has to pause to drag in a shallow breath (definitely some broken ribs). “What happened?”

Red Robin’s brow pinches with his frown. “You don’t remember?”

Would I be asking if I did? Jason wants to snap, but that’s too many words so he just says, “No.”

“You jumped out a window,” he reports without meeting Jason’s gaze, concentrating on untangling a coil of wire from around his legs. “Two storeys, limited cushioning for your landing.”

Jason grimaces. That explains why everything hurts so damn much. “Damage?” he rasps.

“Bad,” Little Red reports tightly. He pauses to listen to something said on his comm, then continues, probably more for the benefit of whoever’s listening than for Jason. “Multiple fractures, contusions and lacerations. Moderate concussion. Most likely some internal bleeding.” A pause while he cuts the last of the wire and throws it off to the side, then he adds a little quieter, “Potential spinal damage.”

He winces at whatever is said in his ear. Opens his mouth to reply, then shuts it and sits back, just out of Jason’s visual field - a lovely view of the inky black Gotham sky, glowing faintly orange with pollution and streetlights. Only a few moments later, the Batmobile skids to a stop and Batman is making his dramatic entrance onto the scene.

“Jay?!” he calls and Jason automatically tries to turn his head in that direction. Batman leans over him, gloved hand pushing his bangs back from a cut above his right eyebrow. His mouth is a tight, angry line as he turns to bark at Red Robin, “We need to move him.”

“What part of spinal damage wasn’t clear?” the kid snaps back. “We should keep him still and comfortable until Leslie gets here.”

Jason doesn’t point out that the lumpy mattress and squashed cardboard boxes beneath his back aren’t exactly comfortable, mostly because Bruce is already arguing, “We’re in an open area where a crime just occurred. Gordon’s men are going to be swarming the scene any second now - not to mention nosy citizens! We’ll meet Leslie at the clinic.”

“B, you’re not listening-”

“My spine’s fine,” Jason finally interjects. Two masked heads swing toward him in surprise.

“Hood,” Little Red starts, voice dripping with placation. “I’ve been poking and prodding your legs for several minutes trying to get that wire off and you didn’t feel any of it”

“‘Xactly,” Jason interrupts, triumphant despite the way the words steal his breath away. “Wire was… cutting circulation. Just…. numb. ’S'all… tingly now.”

The kid exchanges another long look with Bruce then shrugs. Bruce nods in return and then he’s slipping a hand behind Jason’s neck to support his aching head as they lift him upward. It’s a slow, painful, dizzy process, but with Red Robin on one side and Batman on the other, they get him into the Batmobile before he passes out again.

Jason comes to slowly, drifting into wakefulness on what is clearly the good drugs. Peeling open crusty eyes reveals that he’s in Leslie’s clinic, body swaddled in bandages and tape. His head is still throbbing but it’s dulled by pain meds, and when he shifts it causes only a sharp twinge in certain areas rather than setting all his pain receptors on fire.

“Ow,” he mumbles when he tries to sit up and his chest protests fiercely, slumping back against the pillows and blinking at ceiling. He lies there listlessly for a few minutes, listening to the hum of machines and hiss of his breath, until the sound of footsteps had him rolling his head toward the door.

“Ah, good to see you awake, Master Jason.”

Jason smiles as Alfred walks toward the bed. “Hey, Alfie,” he says, almost a whisper. “Wha’ time ’s'it?”

“Quarter to three in the afternoon,” the butler replies, straightening the blankets. Once they’re to his satisfaction, he turns his sternest frown on Jason. “You had us all quite worried.”


Alfred sighs. "I suppose it would be too much to ask that you refrain from jumping out anymore windows?”

Jason gives a sheepish smile. “Maybe not my best plan,” he admits.

“I should think not.” Alfred sits down beside the bed and picks up a book, thumbing through it until he finds his page. “And you’ll have plenty of time to think about that while you’re on bedrest.” He pats Jason’s hand before leaning back and settling more comfortably in the hard plastic chair. “Now get some rest, I’m sure this room will be full of people demanding your attention when you wake again.”

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 6

Words: 3000+

Warnings: none

A/N: the tags are now at the end of the story because they’ve gotten hefty (HEFTY HEFTY HEFTY) okay anywho enjoy i guess. OH YEA FYI i gave your best friend a name so have fun with that yall

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 7

Tu te fous de ma gueule! (You’re kidding me)” Lafayette said, widening his eyes.

“She’s my best friend, Lafayette. I know her.” You grew furious, tightening your hands. Laurens looked at your stance, and stood in front of you blocking your view. You tried looking around him, but he followed your movements. “Laurens, move. We have to make sure she doesn’t do anything to him.”

“You’re too angry right now. I think we should bring you back to the camp.” Laurens said, still standing there. You sighed in frustration, shaking your head. Your best friend was the witch. She’s the one that sent you here, that cursed your friends, Hamilton. But, why?

This is making less and less sense.

“Laurens, I need to confront her, I need to find out what’s going on.” You began walking to them, but you felt an arm grab your wrist. You turned back quickly, glaring. Mulligan held your arm, preventing you from going further. “Herc, let me go. Now.”

“No, I cannot do that. I cannot let you risk your life.” He said, looking at his friends. They all nodded, turning to you. “Like you said before, we have to watch and see. Do not make any more commotion than we already have.” He tilted his head, making your gaze look around. The men and women were looking at the four of you, questioning in your eyes. You frowned.

“But Herc, she’s my friend. I need to know.”

“Not now. Let’s go to the table and just watch.” You bit your lip, but nodded, letting them guide you back. You kept your eyes on her, watching her talk to Hamilton. He was giving her a polite smile, looking even more uneasy than before. You tapped your foot on the floor, glaring at her. She did not even glance at you, enjoying herself. Laurens placed his hand on your shoulder, smiling at you sadly.

You wanted to go over there and kill her yourself. But the three men around you would stop you before you could even stand. So you continued to stare, at least until their gazes turned to your table. Hamilton was the first to look, raising his eyebrow at your stare. You glanced down at your empty plate.

Mon amis, they are coming here.”

They walked toward us, Hamilton wearing a hesitant look on his face. Your best friend held her arm in his, her eyes only focused on you. You were about to get up, but Herc gave you a warning look, making you sit down.

“Lads, this is Miss Erin Greenwood. She requested that I showed her my friends.” He glanced over at you once, then looked back at his friends.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Greenwood.” Lafayette said, the first to stand. She held out her hand, and he froze. Usually, he would not hesitate to kiss a woman’s hand, but the situation called for a different tactic. He pretended to not see her outstretched hand at all, bowing to her once. Laurens and Mulligan greeted her, their calm demeanor confusing you. How could they just act this way towards the woman who erased their memories?

“And who is she?” She said innocently, looking at you. You glared at her, causing a nudge from Laurens. You were still sitting down, refusing to be polite to this woman.

“Ahh, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is not from around here, but it seems like she cannot leave.” You frowned at his passive-aggressive behavior. Again, you had to remind yourself that this was not him.

Erin greeted you, curtsied once. You did nothing, staring at her. She smirked at your lack of common courtesy. “Hmm, Y/N. You are a very interesting woman.”

“That’s what everyone seems to say these days.” You replied.

“Would you like to talk? The men here seem like they have something to discuss.” You glanced at the four of them, and they all looked at you. Herc seemed the most worried, shaking his head at the suggestion. You gave him a sympathetic look, turning back to Erin.

“Sure.” You replied, and walked away with her. You could hear the four of them arguing as you walked away with Erin. It was quiet for a little, until you finally spoke up. “Why the hell did you do this? Why would you bring me back in time? What is going on and why shouldn’t I just punch you right now?” You hissed, following her to the refreshments table. She offered you a drink, buy you refused. You did not need more curses in your life.

“Y/N, I only did this because you did the same to me.”

“You keep on saying that, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She laughed, sitting at a table nearby, you sat across from her, waiting for her to say something, anything. Instead, she just sipped on her drink. “Come on now, Erin! Say something!”

“You cannot force me to say anything, Y/N. Remember the one who is in control here.” She said, an edge to her voice. “Besides, Hamilton seems to have taken a liking to me. It’s entertaining to see him hate the love of his life.” She giggled, placing her drink to the side.

What was she talking about?

“You see, Y/N, we have gone through this, multiple times. You and I like Alexander, there’s some sort of love square instead of a triangle, and he always picks you. Every. Single. Time.” She held on to her glass tightly, and you noticed cracks appearing.

“You’re not making any sense, what are you even saying?”

She shrugged, looking over at Hamilton. The boys were talking casually now, glancing at the two of you ever so often. You saw Mulligan looking at you, concern in his eyes. You smiled, not wanting him to worry.

“I don’t even know anymore. It’s tiresome that I am the only one who remembers everything. Why can’t you just wake up in another life, knowing that you are going to meet me soon enough? And that you’re going to take Alexander from me again.” She sighed, stirring her drink with her finger.

“Are you talking about reincarnation?” You asked, and she nodded.


“For fucks sake, Erin, just-“ She stopped stirring, looking up at you. There was an evil gleam in her eyes, so you decided to rephrase your words. “Erin, we were best friends. Can you just tell me what’s going on?”

“You see, you and I were friends in Athens,” you widened your eyes, “Yes, stop staring at me like that, it is in fact Ancient Greece. Can I continue?” You nodded.

“We were servants, maids of some man who I care not to talk about now. We grew to be friends, agreeing that we should escape from the job. It was not easy, you, see, we were to pleasure the man. He had a wife, of course, but sometimes he wanted to mix it up a little.” You saw the fear in Erin’s eyes, and you grew sympathetic towards her. “We ran out, one day, and stumbled across a group of men. I knew you were terrified, since it was my idea to run away in the first place. They noticed that we were dirty and barely had on any clothing, so they brought us to their home.”

“Long story short, they were the boys; Lafayette, Mulligan, Hamilton and Laurens. Although that wasn’t their names back then. I liked Alexander, and you knew, so you avoided him. He was a flirt, but he seemed to gravitate towards you, always talking about how amazing Y/N was. It was frustrating, and I appreciated how you ignored his advances. Mulligan liked you, though, and you never noticed, taking his flirts as just kindness. It was really sad seeing him like you and you not like him. Eventually, though, he asked for you to be his bride. You agreed.”

“Why would I agree to marrying someone I wasn’t in love with?”

“That’s how it was back then, Y/N. You were glad to be with a man of his stature. Hamilton was furious, but of course he didn’t tell his friend that.”

“It was horrible. Alexander ignored me the whole time, and if he did talk, he would ask about you. He crashed the wedding, by the way. Drama and more drama, and by the end, it was the two of you who were married. It’s funny, how things ended. I wanted to be with him, I deserved to be with him. I talked to a local priestess and she convinced me to learn magic. I thought I put on a curse to separate the two of you. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t know we would be stuck in this loop. I was being a stupid girl, in love with a man who would never love me. I still love him,” She said, now playing with her fingers, “All of us. The boys, me and you, we’ll be stuck in this loop forever, until you figure out how to break it.”

You were quiet, absorbing all the information. Alexander and you, you were supposed to be together, you were meant to be together. You looked at the table of friends, smiling at the laughing Hamilton. He looked towards you, and his smile dropped, he looked away. You looked back at Erin.

“Why did you make him hate me? You were never a bad friend to me. But you made him hate even looking at me. Why did you even send me here?” You were indeed hurt. She made this whole curse happen, and now, she made the one person who would make this bearable despise you. She was not as much of a villain that you made her out to be, but she still made this happen.

Erin sighed. “I did it because I hated just standing in the background the whole time. You don’t know how it feels to see the one you love, love someone else. I wanted you to see him hate you, Y/N. I needed to see you hate him too.”

“You do realize that I don’t love him, right?” You said, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Right. You don’t, but you will. If you haven’t already been lying to yourself. I’ve seen this dozens of times, Y/N, trust me.”

She was frustrating. It hurt for Hamilton to hate you without any reason, but you only liked him. You took another look at him, noticing that your friends were gone. You stood up quickly, looking around frantically. Then you noticed something.

Everyone was gone. You looked back at Erin, and she smiled, putting her legs on a chair next to her.

“What are you doing-”

“I don’t need anyone overhearing our conversations. Especially those friends of yours,” She scoffed, “but then again, they were mine too, on multiple occasions.” She nodded her head to herself, pursing her lips.

“Why did you send me here?” You asked, and she laughed.

“Actually, you did that to yourself.”


“Remember when I told you about the musical?” You nodded, and she continued, “Well, you were researching about Alexander Hamilton, you clicked on some link. I have no idea how that sent you back here, but it did. And it sent me as well.”

“If we’re reincarnated, then what happened to us? Our selves in this time?”

“Well, your name was Margarita Schuyler van Rensselaer, the sister of Hamilton’s future wife. You died in this timeline early, and you weren’t supposed to, by the way. Since you died, I ended up dying as well. My name was, hmm, it doesn’t really matter. I’m not important.” You heard the tang of sadness in her voice. “This is probably why Alexander dies early as well.”

“He dies?” Your heart dropped. She raised her eyebrows.

“Wow, you really are an uncultured swine. You were much more interesting in London, by the way. Being a spy and all,” You raised your eyebrows, “Did you not listen to the soundtrack? Aaron Burr shot Hamilton? His friend turned enemy? Wow, you really don’t know.” You thought of Alexander being killed, and your felt your heart jump.

It’s funny, you did not love the man, and it’s already hurting because of him. You tried not to worry about it.

Emphasis on tried.

“How do I get the curse taken off Hamilton?” You asked her, and she smiled. You were thinking that this woman was more like infatuated with Hamilton instead of being in love with him. Talking about someone you love dying is not an easy subject, and no one would want the person they loved to be manipulated like this.

“I knew I was forgetting something! You must fall in love with him, or, the other way around. Either way, it does not really matter. It will work, you just have to make him like you. The curse will wear off each time you play one of his heartstrings, until it completely goes away. ” She glanced at the nonexistent watch on her wrist. “Oh, look at the time! Have fun, Y/N! I’ll see you on the other side!" 

“Wait, Erin, how do I get back-”

She snapped her fingers, and you blinked.

The music was no longer playing, and the place was completely empty. Erin was gone, and you were sitting alone at the table. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned to see Lafayette standing there. He smiled down at you.

Mon ami, are you alright?“ You nodded. "We were looking for you, the witch that calls herself Erin and yourself were gone. It is, how you say, worrisome. Mulligan is outside, and Laurens is checking the room with water bowls.”

“The restroom, Lafayette?”

“Ahh, yes, mon ami. I apologize for my English.” He said, blushing. He took his arm off your shoulder, and you stood up. “Hamilton is looking as well, Y/N. He seemed very nervous.” You bit your lip.

Hamilton was nervous? Why was he nervous? Shouldn’t he hate you?

“Thanks for telling me.” He nodded, smiling at you once. The two of you decided to wait for them to come back to the room instead of chasing after them. Hamilton was the first to come in, and you saw relief in his eyes. That emotion quickly turned to annoyance, and he bothered you on his much chaos you caused. Laurens came after, a smile almost breaking his freckled cheeks. He touched you hand, squeezing it.

Mulligan came in last, desperation on his face. His eyes met yours, and he walked over to you quickly. You were surprised that he pulled you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You haven’t had the comfort of a hug in a while, so it was refreshing, you wrapping your arms around him. You heard someone clear their throat, and Mulligan let go, smiling down at you. “I’m glad you are safe.” He said, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you. Thank you all for looking out for me. But I need to speak to Hamilton.” They all looked at Hamilton, and he had the most shocked look on his face. They waited for you to continue, and you looked at them expectantly. “Alone.” Lafayette and Laurens nodded, walking away. Mulligan stayed behind, refusing to move from his spot. “Herc…”

“Is this about the curse? Shouldn’t we all listen?” You rubbed your head. You were going to tell them, but you needed to speak to Alexander first. He was the one most involved in it.

“Yes, and I’ll tell you, but just give me a few minutes.”


“Go, Mulligan.” You replied sternly, and he was taken aback by your change of tone. He turned around and walked away, closing the door behind him. You turned to Hamilton, and his mouth was in a line, showing no emotions. He stood tall, his arms behind his back. His stance was very unwelcoming, but you could deal with it for now. You sat at a nearby table, gesturing for him to sit as well. He hesitated, but sat, saying nothing.

You began explaining the whole situation to him, and he was unpredictably calm, at least until you got to the part about how you needed to break the curse. He snickered, leaning back in the chair. “I do not even like you, how would I fall in love with you? The way of ridding of this curse makes no sense. There is no slither of hope.”

“I know, trust me, I know.” You did not want to argue with him, it was too exasperating. Instead, you touched his hand. He flinched, moving away quickly.

“Do not touch me.” He stated, and you nodded.

“Fine, Hamilton. I’m just stunned that you fear a woman’s touch.” 

He sneered, and before he could reply with a snide remark, you stood up, opening the door for the three musketeers to come in. “You can come in now.” The three of them walked through the door, nervous.

You told them the predicament as well, and they all nodded. Hercules was the most distraught though, you could see it written on his face. Since your impromptu visit here, you noticed that he rarely showed how he felt. But the veins swelling on his hands and the tightening of his jaw showed you that he did not like this one bit. “So, you and Hamilton are meant to be together, no matter what may happen?” You nodded, and Hamilton laughed behind you.

“I know, it’s quite preposterous. Can you imagine Y/N and I together? That will be the day.” You rolled your eyes at him, and Mulligan could not help but notice the interaction between the two of you.

You and Hamilton did not realize it yet, but there was no more tension in the room. Hamilton still disliked Y/N, but not as much as before. He could stand next to you without frowning in distaste. And you were smiling. Mulligan saw the potential when the two of your first met, and he could still see it now. He hoped that you would come to like him instead, but you told him you could not. And now he knew why.

“Mulligan? Are you ready to go?” Laurens asked, touching his friend’s shoulder. Mulligan nodded, giving him a tight smile.

He knew that he would get the short end of the stick. It always seemed to end that way.

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Missing Parts - 11.

Part 12
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Originally posted by threebroomsticks

„Dragons? Are you kidding me, right?” – you almost yelled, eyes widened open as you sat on a bench with Cedric in the courtyard, discussing the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament.

He frowned at your surprise. „I thought you already knew it. Harry told me.”

„I haven’t met him today yet.” – you lied, but in fact, you had. The truth was you barely spoke with him, not because you were in bad terms, it was just eaiser to forget if you haven’t spent too much time with him. Firstly, seeing as he didn’t really care about that you’re avoiding him hurt a little, but at least it helped to move on. „This is insane.” – you continued. – „How should you battle with a dragon? That’s impossible.”

„Thank you for encouraging me.” – he smiled, reminding you what you just said.

„Oh, Godric, I didn’t mean that.” – you said desperately, placing a hand on his shoulder. – „I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Kissing him on his cheek, you rested your head against his shoulder. A group of Ravenclaw girls threw jealous glances at you as they just came outside, but you already stated to get used to it. You just rolled your eyes when Cho waved to Cedric who waved back. Even if you knew they’re good friends, you still couldn’t like the girl.

The day of the First task came, and you were tired as you couldn’t sleep much last night from being so nervous about Cedric and Harry at the same time. Fortunately, both of them managed to get their golden eggs from the dragon, mostly unharmed.

You spent the afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, which was louder than ever as everybody cheered and celebrated Harry. That was definitely the biggest party you’ve ever been since you came into Hogwarts. After three hours of constant chanting, singing, and dancing you were ready to left as you set a meeting with Cedric earlier. Before you did so, you went to find Harry in the crowd; so many people wanted to speak with him you haven’t got a chance yet. „That trick with the broomstick was awesome, really.” – you said in awe after gave him a quick hug, but he wasn’t amazed at all.

„Yeah, well, if you had helped me too, you wouldn’t be so surprised now.”

Taken aback, you said in a low voice. „Excuse me?”

„Nothing.” – he answered shortly, standing up to leave but you stepped in front of him.

„What is your problem?”

A big sigh left his mouth before he started. „It’s just, you know, Hermione spent all of her free time this week to help me to prepare for the task, and you were nowhere.”

„I didn’t know about it! Why didn’t you tell me?” – your voice became louder with every sentence, but it was desperate. Heads started to turning to your direction.

„Why, oh yes, because you were too busy to avoiding me.” – he snapped, and you opened your mouth to say something, but he already disappeared in the crowd.

Seeing as people still staring, you left the common room quickly, running down to the entrance hall where you meet with Cedric. Your vision was blurry as you tried to choke back your tears, but in the moment when you were close enough to Cedric, you fell into his arms, letting out every teardrop that you were holding back.

„Hey.” – he started slowly, whispering into your ear. „What is it, what’s wrong?” Face buried into his chest and arms clutching around him tightly as you were still sobbing quietly, he was rubbing circles on your back, giving you some time before he asked again. „Talk to me, please.”

As you finally pulled back, looking everywhere but in his eyes, he took your hand and walk with you to an empty classroom where you sat down, Cedric close to you, holding your face in both of his hands so you couldn’t avoid his gaze anymore. „What is it?”

„Harry.” – you mumbled, unable to explain more.

He frowned, eyes darkened as his hands fell off to his lap from your face slowly. „What happened?”

„Nothing… I don’t know.” – tears started to falling down on your cheeks again. „He’s just such an asshole to me lately.”

In the first time since you knew him, you saw as anger was coming into his eyes. „Do you want me to talk to him?”

You chuckled weakly. „No. I can protect myself if it’s necessary.”

„I know you can.” – he smiled finally, wrapping his hands around you and pulling you closer; his face pressed to your forehead.

It took an another five minutes when you finally stopped sobbing. „I’m sorry.”

„What on earth for?” – he pulled back so he could look into your eyes.

„I don’t know, I just never cry in front of people.” – Even if it sounds stupid, you had to say it, because it was true, and being as one your weakness, you never knew how should you feel about it.

Cedric just smiled. „You can trust me, you know that, do you?”

You nodded quickly, trying to switch the topic as it was enough emotional wreck for today. „You were really good today.” – you said, even if you already told that at least three times to him, right after the task.

„Thank you Y/N.  Again.” – you closed your eyes as you chuckled, but when opened them again you saw as he leaned closer. „Can I kiss you?”

Already feeling his hot breath on your lips, you didn’t respond with him words, but closed the tiny gap between you.

Next morning at breakfast you were sitting in front of Ron and Harry, slowly eating your cereal while you were lost in your thoughts about the kiss between you and Cedric last night. Kissess, more precisely, as you were spent hours with each other right after the first. Only Hermione’s angry voice woke you up, as she constantly scolded Rita Skeeter and her article. „Oh, calm down, will you?” – you groaned, putting down your spoon. – „Why do you even care about it, we know it’s a lie.”

„She wrote about you too.”

You snatched the Daily Prophet from her hand so suddenly it’s almost ripped apart. „It seems as Miss Granger’s best friend, Y/N Black (who happened to be the escaped murderer, Sirius Black’s daugther) also only shows interest about Triwizard Champions. According to our unknown sources, Miss Black spent most of her night with Cedric Diggory in a private place after the First Task, where the young girl gladly and succesfully seduced the Hogwarts champion with her kisses.”

When you finished reading out loud, you fastly and angrily crumpled the paper in your hands, tossing it over as far as you could. „Hey!” – you heard a boy’s voice somewhere from the Ravenclaw table.

„I will kill her.”

„Wait!” – Hermione said, gripping you arm as you tried to stand up. – „You didn’t even care about how she knew about it? I mean, she couldn’t be possibly there, could she?”

With furrowed eyebrows, you slowly sat back down, still fuming though.

„You – you really kissed him?” – Harry asked, Ron continued.

„What private place?”

You turned your heads at them, throwing knives with your eyes. „None of your business.”

Ron was confused and surprised, but you couldn’t read anything from Harry’s face; it was almost completely blank. Before you could’ve think too much, Cedric appeared at your table.

„Here to visit your evil seducer?” – you asked, standing up to give him a kiss.

He shook his head, thinking about Ritka Skeeter’s writing. „Actually, I want to speak with Harry. In private.”

„Okay?” – Harry said with a puzzled face as all of you were in a little shock. As you finished your breakfast anyway, you left the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron, leaving the two boys alone.

Trying to not to think about what they may discuss, you turned to Hermione as you were sitting on a couch in the common room. „Are you excited about the Yule Ball?”

Hermione smiled, shaking her head as she opened a book. „Not really. To be honest, I don’t think anybody will ask me.”

„Don’t say that!” – you said almost angrily. – „If I were a boy, I’ve already asked you. Or you know what, maybe I’ll do it anyway.”

She laughed. „I’m sure Cedric will ask you soon.”

Before you could respond, Fred and George appeared from nowhere.

„I hoped it’s just a gossip.” – George said, sitting down next to you, while Fred leaned above you behind the couch.

„Maybe you should choose somebody from our team.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. „Not everything is about Quidditch, you know.”

„Be glad Wood is not here anymore to hear that.”

„All we saying is,” – Fred continued, sitting down next to you too – „you could find someone better easily enough. What about our seeker?”

„Since you’re with Mr. Diggory you haven’t spent time with us at all, you know.” – after George’s words, you looked at Hermione who clearly avoided your gaze, burying her face into her book.

„Look…” – you started, standing up so you could face the twins at the same time. – „I appreciate your… worry, but I can decie who is good enough for me, thank you.” – you concluded, turning around and heading to the other way when you saw Harry came back.

After a moment hesitation, you quickly went to him, stopping far away enough from the others so they couldn’t hear you. „So, uh, what did he want?”

For a split second, you were sure his answer will be something like „It’s none of your business.”, but then he started in a low voice. „He told me about last night. That you were crying because of me.”

You growled, tilting your head back. „I told him there’s no need to speak with you.”

„No, he was right.” – he started, taking a step forward to you. – „I didn’t want to hurt you and made you cry. I’m sorry.”

„I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have ingoring you. Especially now.”

He nodded with a weak smile, but you pulled him into a tight hug. „Oh, come here, you dolt.”

If you thought even for a second earlier that you moved on, or you’re not in love with him, his hug reminded you that you’re as far away from that as it possible.

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Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics

summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah)
a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (: 

p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn

Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.

“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”

The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.

“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.

Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”

Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.

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He obfuscates (Philip x Reader)

Request:Can you do a Philip x reader (burrs daughter)? Or another Jeffersons daughter?

TW: Swearing


“Yes, father, I’m fine,” you say into the phone.

“I’m just worried about you, (Y/N),” he responds.

You hold the phone between your head and shoulder as you start to unpack one of your boxes. “Relax, dad. I’m fine. Really.”

“I’m just scared that you’re out there now. I can’t protect you anymore.”

You sigh. “I’m not far from home. I’ll come home if I need anything.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You hang up the phone and set it on the counter. “Well,” you ask turning to your boyfriend, “are you just going to stand there or help me?”

He laughs and crosses his arms. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Well, if you say so-”

You hold up a finger. “Uh-uh. Not until these boxes are unpacked.”

He raises his eyebrows. “So, is that a yes?”

“Philip,” you warn.

He mutters a quick apology before helping you unpack.


Almost four months after moving out, your boyfriend moved in. You didn’t mind, though. You were both old enough to make your own decisions, and you have been dating for about two years. Your dad never knew about your relationship. Neither did Philip’s parents.You fathers were self-proclaimed enemies. Everyone knew that. The two of you figured that it would be best if you kept your relationship a secret. Now that you were living together and even considering marriage, you knew that you had to tell them, but the more you thought about it, the worse the idea seemed. Not only were they going to be mad that you were dating, but you had been dating for years without telling them.

You sit on the couch with your legs swung over one side while your head rests on Philip’s chest as you both shovel Chinese food in your mouth and watch a shitty, direct-to-DVD movie.

“Oh, I needed to tell you: my parents want to meet you,” he suddenly says.

You sit up. “What?!”

“I’m sorry. My dad was asking when he could meet you, and I said that you were really busy, and he said that he would be willing to take the time off, which is amazing because every time my mom tries, she doesn’t even get him to open the door.”

You take a deep breath. “When?”

“Next week?”

You lay back down on him. “Alright.”

He kisses your head. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”


You stand outside Philip’s childhood home. “Philip, I’m nervous.”

He fumbles in his pocket for a key. “Relax, (Y/N). My mom will love you.”

“And your dad?”

He unlocks and opens the door. “Mom, Pops!”

“You never-” you start, but Mrs. Hamilton rushes over to hug her son. “Philip! It’s great to see you again! How have you been? How’s college?”

He chuckles. “I’m fine, ma. Everything is fine. This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).” You take note of how he didn’t mention your last name.

She smiles and engulfs you in the same bone-crushing hug.

You smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hamilton.”

“Please, call me Eliza. Mrs. Hamilton makes me feel so old.” She starts to lead you to the living room where Secretary Hamilton is furiously typing at a laptop, only taking a break when he hears his son enter the room. “Philip!” He exclaims before turning his attention to you. He pauses when he sees you. “Ms. Burr,” he greets through clenched teeth. “Philip, can I speak to you for a minute?”

You give Philip a pleading look and squeeze his hand. “Yeah, Pop.”

You watch as the two men walk into Secretary Hamilton’s office. They shut the door. You try not to cry because of the muffled yelling. “(Y/N), dear, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?” Eliza asks.

You have never been more grateful to cook.


You sit between Philip and his eldest sister, while Secretary Hamilton sits at the head of the table. They stare daggers at each other, while Eliza, bless her heart, tries to make civil conversation with you. “What are you majoring in?”

“Um, I’m still undecided actually. I’ve been looking into the science field,” you answer.

Secretary Hamilton scoffs, but you ignore him.

“(Y/N/N)’s actually been taking a bunch of classes. Once she chooses a major, she can graduate,” Philip interjects.

His father laughs. “Typical Burr, can’t decide on anything.”

“I’m sorry, Secretary Hamilton, but I haven’t decided on a major because this is what is going to dictate the rest of my life. I don’t have the money, time, or energy to go into a field that I don’t like.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m sure your father has the money.”

“I am capable of providing for myself. I don’t rely on my father for everything.”

“Until someone comes along and says they will.”

“Alexander,” Eliza scolds, “you’re being childish.”

He leans back in his chair. “Why, I’m just trying to get to know our guest better. She’s just like her father, though.”

You laugh and lean closer to him. “I am my own person.”

“Without believes.”

You stand up. “I cannot believe you would say something like that! I have never agreed with my father’s so-called ‘beliefs’. I am capable of forming my own thoughts.”

“(Y/N), please,” Philip pleads.

You and Alexander both ignore him. Secretary Hamilton stands up and bangs his fist on the table. “Oh really? I’m sure you’ve adopted Jefferson’s system of thought. ‘If it’s different from me, then it must die.’?”

“No, I believe that every person, no matter what should be treated as a person, something I think you also believe.”

You can tell he’s taken a bit off guard, but that doesn’t stop him. In the midst of the argument, you don’t notice Eliza ushering the children out of the room with Philip. You only notice that you’re alone when Secretary Hamilton stops yelling.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “You’re nothing like him.”

“You’re just now realizing this?”

“Welcome to the family. I’m sorry we got off to a rocky start.”

You nod and smile. “Thank you.”


Your boyfriend laughs, while you tell him what happened. “I knew they would like you.”

“Now you just have to meet my dad,” you joke, causing his face to go pale.

Exo: When you’re stressed


You were reading the same paragraph for the third time and you still had no idea what it was about. You had exams coming up and you were learning like crazy, trying to cram an insane amount of information into your head in only a couple weeks time. You had even been neglecting your personal health trying to study, nourishment and hygiene only being your second priority. You yawned, thinking about how much sleep you had gotten in the past week. You could count the hours with your fingers. As you leaned back to strech your sore muscles, you felt warm, familiar hands wrap around your waist. “You’re still learning. Why am I not surprised?” Suho said, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. “This exam is important. It makes up like half our grade.” You say, looking up at him. “Well, nothing is so important that you jeopardize your health for it.” He said, spinning your chair so that you could face him. “I bought us some take-away noodles and you a lavender scented bath bomb. I thought we could have dinner together and then… we could take a bath.” He winked. “But-” “No buts Y/n. If you keep going at this rate, you’ll burn out before you even take this exam. Now…” He said, scooping you up in his arms. “I’m going to make sure this night is full of relaxation and pleasure for you. I don’t want you to even think about studying for one second.” He whispered, softly kissing your lips as he carried you into the dining room.


You slammed the door shut in frustration as you kicked off your shoes and threw your coat on a hanger. You had a big project due in a few days at work and your boss kept adding onto the workload. You had already been working overtime the past week and a half because the perfectionist inside you wanted to get everything done right and impress your boss and colleagues. Plus you also just wanted to show him that you were capable of handling jobs more complicated than making coffee or copies. You stormed into the kitchen to get some ice cream, because that’s what you needed right now: comfort food. Your head was still so busy as you grabbed the ice cream from the freezer that you didn’t even hear your boyfriend walk into the kitchen. He startled you as he wrapped his hands around your waist. “Bad day?” He asked, kissing you on the top of your head as he pulled you close to him. “The worst.” You said through a spoonful of ice cream. “I think what you need right now is a real meal,” He began as he took the ice cream from your hands. “I made your favorite. I’ll heat it up for you. Go sit down.” “Thanks Jagi.” You said, kissing his cheek. You watched him heat up the meal, realizing that it had been weeks since you two had spent more than five minutes together, both of you being extremely busy lately. He sat a plate of piping hot food down in front of you and stood behind your chair, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders. “Here you go baby. And while you eat you can tell me all about your day. You can complain to me all you want.” He smiled, lightly massaging your shoulders. “And while you’re doing that, I’ll give you a relaxing massage. And maybe afterwards we can take things up to the bedroom, where I’ll make sure all your troubles melt away.” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.


It felt like ages that you and Baekhyun had spent any time together, both of your schedules being packed full with projects and promotions. Tonight was no exception as you once again stayed longer at the office working on your latest project. You stared at your computer screen, exhausted from the lack of sleep you had been getting, your face clearly showing how over-worked you have been. The sight of a cup of hot coffee being held in front of your eyes pulled you out of your trance. “I thought my baby might need some extra energy. And some coffee.” Baekhyun winked, handing you your coffee, sitting down in the chair next to you. “Thanks my love. What are you doing here? I thought you were busy.” You said, taking a sip of the hot liquid. “I took the rest of the night off because I missed you. We’ve barely seen each other in weeks.” Your boyfriend said, stroking your cheek. “That’s really sweet honey… but I have to work on this project.” You gave him a sad smile and started to turn back to your work. “Not on our coffee date, you aren’t.” He said, turning you to face him. “In fact, I think a change of scenery is necessary.” Taking your hand, he began to lead you up to the roof, ignoring your half-hearted protests. You stopped in your tracks as you saw the surprise Baekhyun had prepared for you. A table and two chairs were placed on the roof, candles lighting the way to your seats. “The perfect setting for a romantic midnight coffee date.” Baekhyun winked as you sat down. “When did you find the time to set this up?” You asked, incredulously. “I had some help from the other members.” He said, taking your hands in his. “Now let’s forget about everything and just enjoy each other’s presence.” You two drank your coffee, laughing and talking about the most random things. You felt the most energized you had been in weeks as you heavy-heartedly went back to work, Baekhyun not leaving your side. He sat you on his lap as you got to your computer, massaging your arms and shoulders as you resumed your work, saying encouraging words and throwing ideas into the room as he kept you company.


You threw your phone on the bed, frustrated at your friend for standing you up once again to hang out with her new friends. Everytime you tried to talk to her about how that made you feel, she would always say she was just busy or that you should hang out with her new group of friends to get to know them better. Even though you liked giving people the benefit of the doubt, you knew that her new friends weren’t to be trusted and you saw how they had changed her already after only a few short months. It hurt having such a good friend abandon you and treat you like dirt. You were on the verge of tears when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your body, engulfing you in warmth. “Something you want to talk about Jagiya?” You heard the deep voice of your boyfriend ask. “Chan-” your voice cracked, “I don’t know what to do with her anymore.” You felt a tear fall down your cheek. Chanyeol wiped it away with his sweatshirt sleeve, trying to comfort you. “Maybe it’s time you let her go… If she would rather be with those people than with an angel like you, then it’s her loss.” He said, kissing you softly up your neck. “She isn’t worth all this pain you’re feeling. Especially if she isn’t even trying to fight for this friendship.” He whispered in your ear. “Maybe you’re right.” You said, reaching for your phone and deleting her from your contacts. You sighed a heavy sigh as you felt the burden being lifted off your shoulders. “Now Jagiya.” Chanyeol said, turning you to face him. “How about we cuddle up in bed and watch some Netflix?” He asked with a wink, you nodding in approval.


A sigh escaped your lips as you put down your sandwich, unable to eat anymore because you were worried sick about your dog being in the clinic. It stressed you out knowing that your dog was sick and there was nothing you could do about it. It was an only-time-will-tell moment and you were tired of waiting for the doctors to call and tell you if anything changed. Kai noticed your lack of hunger and decided now was a good time to cheer his baby up. “Hey Jagi, what do you say we go outside and do something fun?” He asked, pulling you into an embrace. “I don’t know… I don’t really feel like it.” You sighed into his chest. “Well then, that’s the perfect time to do it!” He said, picking you up and telling you to get dressed. He was waiting for you outside by the car and opened the door for you. “Where are we even going?” You asked as you fastened your seatbelts. “You’ll see” Kai said with a wink. He drove to the shelter where you first got your dog and where you often come to volunteer when your schedule isn’t too busy. “Why are we here?” You ask hesitantly, stepping out of the car. “I thought we could play with some of the puppies! You know, to cheer you up!” He said happily, grabbing your hands and pulling you in the direction of the shelter. You two sat outside and played with the dogs, big and small, young and old, for hours. By the time you decided to head back home, you had almost forgotten about your dog’s situation. That is, until you got a phone call from the clinic on your car ride back home. You answered the call, your heart racing as you grabbed your boyfriend’s hand. Kai glanced between you and the road, trying to hear what the doctor was telling you. Your frightened features quickly faded and were once again replaced with a big smile as you thanked the doctor multiple times before ending the call. Kai looked at you. “Well?!” “The doctor said the treatment is going really well and they have high hopes of recovery!” You almost screamed out of excitement. “This calls for some celebratory ice cream!” Your boyfriend yelled, smiling brightly.


You sat on your couch, laptop on your lap, refreshing your emails. You were awaiting an email from a prestigious art school in Europe you had applied for, hoping to get accepted into their music department. You had even sent an audition video with the help of your boyfriend Chen. He has been supporting you every step of the way, just like you supported him. He understood that this was your dream and was even willing to lead a long-distance relationship with you because he knew your heart belonged to him, just like his belonged to you. You nervously played with your hair as you refreshed the page for the thousandth time. “Jagi stop stressing so much. You’re starting to make ME nervous.” Chen said, not looking up from the game he was casually playing to pass the time. “I can’t help it. My entire future depends on this email!” You exclaimed dramatically. “What if they didn’t like my audition?” You asked, your voice cracking as you fought to keep tears from forming. Chen put down the controller and wrapped you in his arms. “That’s nonsense, Jagi. They would be very stupid to reject you, the second most talented singer in the world.” Chen said with a smirk as he kissed your temple. “Second most talented?” You asked, looking up at him. “I’m the most talented, of course.” He said, flashing you a smile. “Now…” He began, closing your laptop. ”Play with me. It’ll help take your mind off of everything.” He winked at you, handing you a controller. You laughed as you took it, starting a new two-player game. You two played for a few hours before you had gotten hungry and decided to go out to eat. Before you got changed, you decided to check your emails one last time, noticing a new one in your inbox. Your heart raced as you saw that it was from the art school. Shaking, you opened the email. It wasn’t until Chen shook your shoulder did you realize that you were crying. “What’s wrong baby?” He asked, worried. “I got in.” You whispered, the information slowly sinking in. “I got accepted.” “This calls for a celebration!!” He screamed excitedly, picking you up and spinning you in his arms.


You let out a deep, heavy sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch of your living room. You had just gotten off the phone with your mother, who, once again, was comparing your life to that of her friend’s child’s life. They were the same age as you but, according to your mom, they were “succeding in life”. What does that even mean? You asked yourself as you rubbed your temples, feeling the impending stress headache coming your way. You loved your mom but sometimes she drove you to the brink of insanity. Kyungsoo heard you from the kitchen and walked over to you, gently lifting your head and placing it on his lap. “What’s wrong, dearest?” He asked, stroking your hair. “My mom” You sighed. “Has she been comparing you to that other person again?” He asked, slightly scowling in the process. You nodded. “She kept going on about how they had better notes, a better significant other, better job opportunities blah blah blah.” “Well, don’t listen to her Jagi! No significant other is better than I am!” You laughed warmly at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “How do you always seem to cheer me up when I’m stressed?” “I know what will make you even more happy.” He smiled, his face inching his way towards yours until your noses were almost touching. You looked up at him, a knowing glimmer in your eyes. “I’m making stir-fry for dinner.” He said, kissing your forehead. He heard an “Oh” escape your lips, causing him to smile into your skin. “Don’t worry. I’m saving you for desert.” He said with a wink.


You sat at your desk, looking at the pile of assignments due in a few days. You had been sick with a pretty bad cold for the last week and you felt good enough today to go back to your classes. However, seeing all the assignments you had missed and are supposed to turn in by the end of the week made you sick to your stomach. You sighed, knowing that staring at all the work was not going to get them done as you pull the blanket around you tighter and started with the assignment on the top of the pile. You had been working nonstop for hours when your boyfriend came home from practice. He expected you to already be asleep, so he was surprised to still see you sitting at your desk so late at night. “Why are you still up?” He asked, wrapping his hands around your shoulders. “I have so much work to do…” You tiredly said, quietly coughing at the end, hoping your boyfriend wouldn’t notice. He did notice. “Jagiya, if you keep this up, you’re going to get sick again!” He said, pulling you away from your work. “But these assignments are due in a few days. I’ll be fine.” You argued, coughing some more at the end. Sehun picked you up and carried you to bed, ignoring your complaints and struggles to free yourself. He tucked you into your shared bed tightly. “You need your rest now more than ever. I’ll join you in a minute.” He said, kissing you lghtly on your forehead. You knew it was useless trying to argue with your boyfriend, secretly glad he pulled you away from your work as you snuggled into the blankets. He dove under the covers a few minutes later, pressing his warm body onto yours. “I’ll come home a little earlier tomorrow and help you with the rest of those assignments. Two heads are better than one, after all.” He whispered, kissing you softly and humming you to sleep.


You slumped against the wall with a groan, looking at your reflection from the mirror across the studio. You had a big dance recital coming up and you kept messing up your solo that you had worked so hard on to get. Soreness and weariness was creeping up your entire body because you had been working on your performance for over two hours after practice had already ended. I don’t want to let anyone down you thought as you started massaging your aching thighs. You were so deep in your thoughts, going over the choreography mentally, that you didn’t even notice your boyfriend come up to your side and started massaging your other thigh. “I thought I would find you here.” He said, not looking up at you as he continued to knead gently into the sore muscle. “Sorry, I didn’t expect it to get so late. I just couldn’t leave without having one small accomplishment.” You said, brushing a stray hair out of your face. Lay looked up at you, smiling lovingly, his dimples popping out. “It’s fine, my little perfectionist.” He said, touching your nose with his. “But you should know that you have already made huge accomplishments and that I’m am very proud of you.” “What accomplishments?” You ask, exasperated. “Well for starters, you got the solo you desparately wanted to get, all through your hard work. Plus your performance has gotten much better than when you started. And I think if you stopped thinking about everything and just follow the music, you’ll nail your solo.” Lay said, helping you up to your feet. “I don’t know abou-” You started to protest, but he pressed his lips to yours, silencing both you and your thoughts. “Don’t think, just dance.” He said, turning on the music. You closed your eyes and let the music completely take over your body and sure enough, you danced without fault. As the music faded, you felt your boyfriend’s hands wrap around your waist, attacking your face and neck with soft, approving kisses.

The Winchesters and the Milligan

A/N- The fifth part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

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Y/N swung the demon blade through the air, swiping the demon standing in front of her. She ducked as he lunged toward her and then jammed the knife up through his rib cage. The demon crumpled, dead, on the floor. Y/N straightened up and looked around. The other three demons lay dead on the ground. She headed over towards her brothers, Dean checked over his younger siblings, “Everybody okay?”

Before they had the chance to respond, a new, heavily accented voice called across the warehouse, “Did you really need to take out Anna? She was one of my best.” The siblings stood on defense against the Scotsman. “Well, well, if it isn’t the littlest Winchester. Reunited with big brothers at last.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, “Crowley. For the last time, it isn’t Winchester, it’s Milligan.”

Sam and Dean shared confused looks, Y/N and Crowley had meet before? When and where had she run into him?  Either way, the brothers were not too happy with Crowley being around their sister. Dean stepped forward toward Crowley, “Have you two meet before?”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, “Yes, we’ve run into each other before on a few hunts.”

“More like hunting for me.” Crowley mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Sam asked. The brothers knew there was something Y/N wasn’t telling them. Of course the brothers didn’t know everything about Y/N, Sam was aware of that, but Y/N’s mysterious past with Crowley was making him uneasy.  

Y/N threw Crowley the signature Winchester bitch face, “You’d think as the King of Hell he’d be more well connected, but he’s kind of useless. Why have you guys even left him alive this long?”

Crowley made a face at the young woman and leaned closer to her. Dean and Sam instantly moved forward, trying to step between the two, but Crowley bent closer to her and said, “Now now, no need to be rude. It’s not my fault, we both know nobody can help you with what you want.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, looking back and forth between his sister and the King of Hell. Crowley winked at Y/N and disappeared. Before Y/N could even suck in a breath, Dean and Sam turned on her, questions pouring out of their mouths.

“What was that about?”

“How did you meet Crowley again?”

“What did he mean by you hunting him?”

“Yeah and what was that about nobody being able to help you?”

“Help you with what?”

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

Y/N took a deep breath and sheathed the demon blade, “It was nothing, it’s all nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Dean gave her an incredulous look. “Seriously? Our little sister has some obvious beef with the King of Hell and you want us to just not worry about it? Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, Crowley’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I’m not some little girl.” Sam sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, this was a common fight between Dean and Y/N. He’d say something about her being their little sister, or him looking out for her and she’d automatically bite back that she could take care of herself; it would just escalate from there.

Sam stepped in before it got bad, “We’re not saying you can’t, but the point is you don’t have to worry about Crowley on your own anymore. You’ve got us now and we know from past experience how much of a headache he can be. We just want to know that you’re safe. Dean didn’t mean to imply that you couldn’t look out for yourself.”

“That’s kind of you Sam, but really it’s nothing. Seriously. Let’s just get out of here okay?” The brothers knew that there was more she wasn’t telling them, but decided to wait till they got back to push for more information.

The boys didn’t try again until they were settled back in the bunker the next day. The siblings were seated in the library, researching and enjoying burgers. Sam and Dean exchanged looks over the books they were hiding behind, each trying to get the other one to ask.

Finally, Dean cleared his throat, but Y/N continued to read, obvious to his attempt to get her attention. When she didn’t look up Dean tried again, louder this time. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “Yes?”

Dean looked nervously at Sam, who nodded at him, “Well, we wanted to talk about the run in with Crowley yesterday.” Y/N slouched back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest and the Dean braced himself before continuing, “I know you said you it was nothing and we know you can take care of yourself, but we are still worried. What exactly were you all tied up in with Crowley? What did you go to him for help about?”

“Guys, there is nothing to worry about. It was all in the past.”

Sam leaned forward in his seat, “Y/N, you didn’t make a deal with him, did you?”

“What?!” Y/N looked between the two brothers, shocked. Dean wouldn’t look her in the eye, terrified she’d say yes. “Of course not! Like he said, Crowley couldn’t help me. There was nothing to make a deal about. He couldn’t offer me anything.”

Again, the brothers shared uneasy looks, “But there was something you were willing to make a deal about? What was it you so desperately wanted?”

Y/N threw her arms up, exasperated with the relentless questioning, “Fine, yes I went to Crowley for help and probably would have made a deal.”

Y/N pushed back her chair and stood up angrily from the table. Sam and Dean followed her lead, both standing from their chairs.

“For what?” Dean’s voice was gruff and angry, it set him on edge that she, or Sam would ever do that.

“I was looking for someone that could help me free Adam from the cage. I thought Crowley as King of Hell might be able to, but just like everyone else he’s been a dead end.”

At the name of their mutual brother Sam and Dean both went rigid. The three siblings had never really discussed Adam and realistically the conversation was inevitable, but that didn’t make it any easier. While they never talked about him, Sam and Dean both individually felt guilty about their youngest brother’s fate.


“Don’t, okay? There really isn’t any need to even be having this conversation. There’s a reason I didn’t bring it up to you. I know you don’t care and I’m not going to make you talk about it, about him. Now you know how I meet Crowley. Happy?”

Y/N turned on her heel and went to storm out, but Dean reached out and grabbed her arm stopping her, “Just stop, you didn’t even give us a chance to say anything. Look, I know it’s a rough subject, but we don’t not care.”

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, cutting him off, “Oh you care? Wow, y’all have a weird way of showing it then. Leaving him to rot in hell with Lucifer and Michael is your way of showing you care?”

Dean’s hand dropped from Y/N’s arm, and both averted their eyes, not able to look Y/N in the eyes. When she continued her voice was harsh, with a cold edge to it, “No, if you cared you would have tried harder, hell you would have tried. You never really did. You made a half assed attempt with Death once, but quickly gave that up for Sam here. Let’s be honest with each other, if that was one of you still down there you would die trying to free the other.”

“Y/N,” Sam started, but he honestly didn’t even know what to say. How was he supposed to defend them? She was right. If Dean was trapped in the cage he would never give up trying to free his brother and Dean had done everything to free him before.

Dean tried to blink about the tears starting to form, “It’s not that black and white. Hunting never is, we wanted to save him, we really did, but you said it yourself, there is no way of getting him out.”

“Don’t. You didn’t try and exhausted all your resources and try to set him free. You figured there was no way, but you didn’t try and find a way. Don’t even try and give me that bullshit. That’s my twin brother you’re talking about and you left him in the cage for all of eternity.”

Sam and Dean were shocked into silence. The guilt they felt for Adam before now multiplied. Sam stepped towards Y/N, but she quickly stepped back from him, “I was down there Y/N, I know what it was like. If there was some way we could have saved Adam we would have done it. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, and certainly not my brother.”

Y/N’s voice kept rising as she got angrier and angrier, “Don’t call him that. He wasn’t your brother, you never treated him like a brother. Like you treat each other, but then again no one will ever be as important to you to as each other is.”

“What does that mean?” Dean snapped.

“It means unless you’re Sam and Dean Winchester, you better watch your back, because you two will screw over anyone to save each other.”

Sam gave her a lost look and tried again to reach out for her, “C’mon, that’s not true. Y/N-”

“No, it’s a hundred percent true. You’ll always pick each other, like with Adam, hell like with the apocalypse. You will risk everything, even the safety of the whole world to protect each other. I can’t trust you two; I can’t trust that you’d do anything for me. I never will be able to, because if push comes to shove one day, I’m the extendable one here.”

Sam and Dean stood there in shock, not sure how to respond, “That’s what I thought.”

It was the slam of Y/N’s door that finally shook the boys out of it.

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Drabble Request: @tardisgirl42 : #148 (“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”) with either Chuck or God!Chuck.

A/N: Got a little carried away with the word count on this one lol

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Warnings: Angst, injuries

Originally posted by soluscheese

“Rough hunt?”

“You could say that. I got the job done, though. That’s all that matters,” you grunted your reply as Chuck carefully rolled up your pants leg to take a look at the deep gash on your calf, the fabric of your jeans stained dark red.

“You should be more careful,” Chuck sighed softly, deep blue eyes full of worry flickering up to hold your gaze. He often worried about you, even though you hardly ever saw each other anymore. He was God, and you were a hunter. Your schedules were fairly busy, which left your relationship … whatever it was … a bit of a wreck. It was fitting, a broken relationship for broken people.

“Mhm,” you merely hummed your response, having heard those words every time he saw you, which now was only when you were hurt badly like this. Your priorities had gotten shaken up over the months, and you weren’t sure where the two of you stood in each other’s lives.

When Chuck returned to Earth to handle his sister, you were drawn to him, and he was drawn to you. When he made peace with his sister and she left Earth, he stayed for you. The two of you were each other’s everything, and nothing mattered for a good month or two. He took a break from being God; you dropped hunting. There was no identity brought into the relationship except for yours and his. Then Lucifer started causing problems, and the two of you slipped back into your old lives, and you slipped away from each other.

Chuck snapped his fingers, healing you in an instant, the blood gone, the pain following suit. He rolled down your pants leg, his hand caressing your calf gently over where the wound used to be. “How’s the hunting been?” He asked, attempting to start casual conversation.

You hadn’t seen each other in three weeks, the pressures of finding Lucifer and cleaning up his mess killing any chance of a much needed meet-up. “Bloody. How’s being God?” You fired the question back, tension heavy on your shoulders as you sat beside him on his couch.

A small smile teased at the corner of Chuck’s lips as he shrugged. “Divine.”

You didn’t respond for a few moments, just allowing yourself to take in his appearance, his presence, before you were torn apart again. Even if there didn’t seem to be much left between the two of you to tear apart, it still hurt like hell every time one of you walked out the door.

This time that would be you.

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Summary: (Y/N) is worried that Michael is going to dump her because of a text she saw, but what she doesn’t know is that Michael is planning to propose.

A/N: this is short but I really like this and I hope you do too.

Michael glances over at you sleeping peacefully. His lips are puffy from running them over every inch of your body and his chest has a shear line of sweat on it, proof of earlier events that occurred. The sex is usually rough and kinky, but tonight, Michael made love to you. He fell more in love with you tonight. He knows that you’re way too good for him. He watches you sleep and he’s never felt more at peace in his entire life. He reaches over and brushes some hair away from your face. Your eyes flutter open, a small yawn leaving your mouth.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You ask. “Not tired.” He murmurs. “Stop staring.” Michael chuckles. “Can’t help it.” You sit up and smile softly at him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Is your insomnia coming back?” You ask, slightly concerned. “Because if it is, then maybe you need to take a small break from writing music again. I don’t want it to get as bad as it did last time.” Michael turns and kisses the top of your head. “No, it’s not insomnia. I’m just not tired. Nothing’s wrong, so there’s no need to worry.” He whispers. You bite your lip and lift your head.

“But you would tell me, right? You would tell me if there was something wrong?” You ask, biting your lip. He reaches over and runs his thumb over your teeth until you release your bottom lip. “‘Course I would.” You pull the bed sheet up over your naked body as you sit Indian style beside him, but face him. “I saw a text earlier from Ashton that said my name, so I looked at the messages. You told him that you’re worried I won’t be happy.” You state, looking down at your fingers. Michael sighs, reaching over to take your hand. “I just want to clarify that I am happy with you. If you’re breaking up with me, then just do it now, please. Obviously I won’t be happy about that, but I won’t put up a fight. If you don’t love me anymore, then I can’t force you to stay with me.”

Michael shakes his head and chuckles. You look at him, your eyes wide. “Why are you laughing? There’s nothing funny about us breaking up!” You say. “Baby, stop.” He says, leaning forwards to press a kiss onto your forehead. “I’m not breaking up with you.” He chuckles again at the thought. “That’s not what Ashton and I were talking about.” Your brows furrow, which makes him smile.

“Then what-”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“But you’re not dumping me?”

“No, baby, I’m not dumping you.”

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief as he pulls you closer to him. “I love you so much. The thought of not having you in my life physically hurts.” You whisper, tears blurring your vision. “Oh, don’t cry. Everything’s alright. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He kisses you lightly, making you sigh against his mouth. You bite your lip as he pulls away.

“I’m gonna go get some water. Do you want anything?” He asks. You shake your head. He kisses you once again before getting out of bed. He grabs a clean pair of boxers and walks downstairs. A few minutes later, he’s back and he’s tucked in bed beside you.

“We should get some sleep. It’s late.” He whispers, running his fingers down your back lightly as you lie on your stomach. You nod, closing your eyes as sleep is already pulling you in. He sighs, biting his lip as he glances over at the closet, where, buried under a pile of band tees, is a diamond ring in a cute little black box.

anonymous asked:

I really hate to ask it, but could you please write a little thing Jack selling with the reader, his S/O and she faints from exhaustion cause she aint been sleeping due to nightmares that won't leave her alone so she just stopped and he kinda scolds but comforts her and helps/ comforts her again when she wakes back up (from a nightmare) after passing out

“Jack, what’s this word?” You yawned, staring at the paper that had spread ink all over your hands. Reading wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and you had to ask about some of the larger ones. Today was such a long day. The two of you had sold the morning, and the evening edition. Money always got tighter over the summers, when people were less inclined to walk in the hot weather. It was such a hot day out. July felt like such a damn long month when you worked outside, hauling papers.

Your selling partner, and actual partner pulled the paper out of your fingers and looked at it. “Oh, it’s ‘misunderstandin’.” Jack muttered. He handed you the crumpled paper back, which you took with shaking hands. Thankfully, he didn’t notice how they moved. Your entire body was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation, of course. On top of the heat, and scrounging for food. But all the other newsies had to deal with that sort of thing. About a week ago, you’d purged sleeping for as long as you could put it off. The nightmares that had plagued you since you were young, started affecting your sleep. You’d woken up with your bunkmate, Romeo shaking you awake, because you’d started sleep talking. After that, you forced yourself awake each night, to avoid disturbing the others.

The sun was blinding that day. You yanked your hat off and fanned yourself with it, feeling as those you had on too many layers, in reality you didn’t, but the unshakable heat seemed to make you feel sick. “Jack, I ain’t feeling so well.” You hadn’t even wanted to say anything, so the fact that you opened your big, dumb mouth stood as a testament to how terrible you felt. “I think I outta sit d-down, or—” And before you knew it, you hit the pavement, the cement being particularly unkind to your spine. The world around you felt too fast. You heard a faint “(Name)!” Before the comforting darkness consumed you.

People on the streets around the two of you started to stare. Immediately, Jack fell to his knees, abandoning his papers to the ground. “(Name), (Name), stay with me.” he desperately shook your limp shoulders. “Princess, please…” Jack wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, one hand across your back, the other under your knees. As quickly as his legs could go, Jack ran back to the lodging house. Once he made it there, he placed you in your bunk, and after making sure you had no scrapes, bumps, or physical wounds, the tall boy ran off to get you some water.

While he was gone, you had apparently started to call out in your state. Screaming, even. It stirred Jack up from the kitchen, dropping the clear glass on the ground. “(Name)!” Jack hollered, trying to rouse you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open, looking up at Jack’s soft eyes, laced with panic. The tears welled up too quickly in your eyes, and abruptly flowed out of them. In a heartbeat, Jack’s strong arms were around you. “Shh, you’re okay now.” He assured. Neither of you spoke. You cried. He just held you, and rocked you.

Once, your sobs had ceased to just sniffles, he held you at arms length, and looked you up and down. “Are you okay? What’s been going on, Princess?” Jack asked, staring into your eyes.

Tentatively, you shrugged. Were you ready to open up to him like that? Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. “It’s… I’ve been havin’ these nightmares, for a long while, Jack. They’re about my Ma and Da. There was a fire when I was little, and these dreams keep getting worse. I hasn’t been sleepin’, cause Romeo said I started calling out, and I didn’t wanna keep everybody up…” you couldn’t say anymore for fear of crying again.

Jack’s eyes looked hurt. “You can’t just not sleep, (Name). Youse gotta,” he sighed. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes, don’t think I can’t. Look, next time you’re worried about these nightmares, come and get me. I’ll hold ya, like this, and we can talk through it, okay? But you gotta sleep. You’re gonna get hurt this way.”

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you got the chance to release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you… God, thank you, Jackie.” You were able to really smile for the first time in days.

“Here, lay down, an’ I’ll stay with ya. No more papers for the day.”

“But Jack, you gotta eat!”

“And youse gotta sleep.”

Gently, he pushed you down onto the mattress. Jack pulled his boots off, and wedged himself into the space beside you. “Wake me up anytime you need to. We’re getting you through this.” He whispered. His arm wrapped itself around your waist.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

Weeding For A Wedding (Pietro)

what a strange title, i utterly adore it. 

nothing to WARN about here, except mentions to his death but they’re pretty vague. Some talk of scars, but otherwise it’s hella sweet.

“Come here, you asshole!” You screech, socks slipping as you skidded around the corner. You watch him blur ahead of you, entering the living room and your teeth grind as you slow down time, racing across the space between the two of you.

“Over my dead body!”

“You’ve been dead once, I’ll make it happen again!” You roar, scrambling after him, teeth bared in both anger and a grin.

“I was fake dead! I’m impossible to kill!” He shouts back, leaping over the couch with grace and a laugh.

“That doesn’t make sense!” You snarl, hands grabbing the back rest of the couch and flipping you over, your feet landing solidly in the middle of the coffee table as you swoop down and grab the remote, pegging it smack into the back of your fiancée and soon to be husbands head.

Tripping to a stop, he clutches his skull and turns to you, looking betrayed, not that it matters. Standing here, atop the coffee table and looking down on your weakened foe, you feel nothing but power. Releasing your hold on time, you shoot him a serious glare.

“You’re going to choose an arrangement and you’re going to like it. And then you can choose our Save The Dates.” You hiss, and he blanches, eyes darting for an escape. “Oh no, my love. You wanted a big wedding. You wanted all the stops. You’re going to be the one to pick them.”

“Drag.” Pietro pleads, eyes innocent and afraid, but the half a foot you have over him, thanks to the coffee table, has made you immune.

“We’re doing the guest list. So you’re going to come back and you’re going to like it.” You threaten softly and he nods weakly, coming around the couch between the two of you to set the remote at your feet. Silently, he offers you his back, and you grin at the peace offering, clambering onto the piggy back.

“I hate planning.” He mutters and you lick a stripe over his neck, his disgruntled groan causing you to giggle.

“I also hate planning, but I want a wedding that we want to be at, so we have to plan it.” You sigh, your breath fanning over his skin as he adjusts his hold on your thighs so you can kick the door open.

“We’re back.” He announces sullenly, dropping you gently before sprawling in a chair and dragging you down with him.

“Good. Guest list.” Mona, your wedding planner, states expectantly, holding out a lined notebook and a pen for the two of you to begin. “I’ll get my books set up while you do that. And remember, it’s a rough amount, you’re allowed to just write numbers.”

You stare at the blank page, Pietros rising and falling chest a familiar comfort behind you.

Wanda, Steve, Bucky (?), Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Thor, Sam, T’Challa, Maria, Nick, Helen, Darcy, Jane, Eric, Tony, Pepper, James, Peter P, Vision, Scott, Sharon, Phil, Groot, Rocket, Gamora, Drax, Nebula, Peter Q

“That’s nearly thirty people.” You sigh, adjusting yourself a little so you could lean your head onto his shoulder. “How do people even have weddings with hundreds of people? I was stretching that.”

Pietros lips settle on your temple, gently taking the pen to strike out Visions name and you grin at him.

“How is Bucky?” He whispers carefully, eyes darting to Mona, who is purposely ignoring the two of you.

“I went to see him on Wednesday. He’s getting better. Steve’s been there for a week and I’m going to visit this afternoon so he can come home for a night.” You sigh, worried creases wrinkling your forehead. “He doesn’t want to kill you anymore.”

Pietro rolls his eyes, giving you a look and you snort.

“No, seriously. He was trying to get under my skin, trying to make me leave by saying all these things about love and futility or something. But it just gave me an opening to talk about just how much we love each other and how that wasn’t futile.” Pietro chuckles softly, licking his lips. “Shut his 20th century mouth up real fast. He doesn’t mention you anymore.”

Pietro huffs weakly, still deeply unhappy with the deep understanding and affection you held for the super soldier, but unwilling to press after all the arguments you’d been through.

“I don’t know if he’ll be okay by then, but I’m holding out hope.” You mumble, Mona deciding that moment to intrude, much to both your relief.

“So, you’ve got a number. Twenty nine? That’s good, very good.” She smiles, offering you a book of fabric swatches and Pietro a book of card types. “You two look over those and then we can talk about the flowers and the cake.”

You open your book, fingers delicately touching different materials before you sigh unhappily.

“There’s a lot of options.” Pietro mutters, turning another page and you grin at him, and his ability to, what feels like, read minds.

Chewing your lip, you cover his eyes and close his book.

“Open it to a random page.” You command and he grins, opening to nearly the middle and you grab his hand, making sure both his eyes are still closed, and gently places it on all eight available cards. “Which do you like best?”

“Number four.” Pietro states instantly and you uncover his eyes, revealing a thick and slightly metallic card without decoration but for the sharp swirls of the letters.

“That one is so nice, hows the- oh.” You mumble, blinking at the price before you. Trying to be casual, you close the book and tap the cover, meeting Monas eyes. “Which are the less expensive ones?”

“Less expensive?” Mona smiles understandingly, slipping the book from your hands to slide out an array of about ten cards and handing them to you. “These are all well below the price you just saw. Well below, dear, don’t worry.”

You glance at the back of one of the cards, just to be sure and you nod, happier.

“Eyes closed, my love.” You order and Pietro shoots you a look.

“I can see them already.” He mutters and you groan, wrinkling your nose at him and shoving them in his hands. He grins at you, shuffling through them before dropping two in your hands and offering the rest back to Mona.

You eye the two cards critically, one a simple laurel wreath on burned white card, the other a beige card with block letters, the generic names written in flowing script. Frowning, you moved to flip the cards, only to glare at Pietro as he snatched them from your hands.

“One or the other, drag, no prices.” He orders and you mutter sourly, but point to the beige card and he smirks, handing the beige card back.

“You’re right, as soon as I picked it, I wanted the other.” You laugh, taking the laurel card from his hands and checking the price, nodding reasonably. “Better than before.”

“One step down.” Mona smiles, taking the card from your hands and writing in the notebook the two of you had put the guest list in. “Now, tablecloths and napkins.”

You examined the book before you.

“What colours do you want?” You ask softly and Pietro frowned. “The colour scheme?”

“Uh?” He frowned and you groaned, throwing the book open and pointing to the first fabric your finger touched.

“Lovely.” You sighed happily, thumbing the material and checking the price, which was also decent. “Lavender it is.”

“Pale purple.” Pietro mumbles undecidedly, but you’re sold.

“Lavender, you paper clip.” You snarl and he gapes for a moment, before a grin splits his face and he nods at his folly.

“Right. Lavender.” He smirks and you clap happily.

“I can see it now. Lavender and white with flashes of silver. You in an entirely too sexy grey suit, me in an intensely perfect dress and everyone…”

You frown at the idea of so many people, even with the number sitting at a scant thirty.

“Narrow it to…” Pietro trails off and you can see him counting in his head. “Eighteen with available plus ones?”

You groan unhappily but nod.

“Just assume it’s twenty.” You grumble to Mona, who smiles sympathetically.

“That sucked.” You moan, kicking your legs off the sheets to let them smack back down.

“We did three things.”

“They were awful!” You snap, trying to frown at him, a miserable attempt as you watch him undress.

“Scars are sexy.” You smirk, eyes heavy lidded as you take in his battle worn body and he rolls his eyes.

“You can’t say that every time one of us gets undressed, Y/N.” Pietro sighs, crawling across the bed to hover above you.

“But… They’re sexy.” You mumble, thumb brushing over the spots that riddle is body, little tears and marks from the bullet fiasco. “Like a sexy leopard.”

“Yours are.” He rumbles, fingers feather light as he brushes them over your side and you wiggle away from the touch with a quick breath. “Wait, what?”


thoughts? I think it’s dorrrrkkyyyy but i like it, i’d self rate it at about a 7/10 but my ratings can’t be trusted (drag means love in the language i’ve forgotten oops) (this is a horror show)

“Home” - (Alec Lightwood)

Originally posted by thelostwatermelon

(not my gif)

REQUEST: (Y/N) is Alec and Izzy’s sister and she’s dating Raphael. And in episode 1x03 when Izzy went to Meliorn, (Y/N) goes to Raphael to interrogate him but Alec does not agree with that and says some hurtful stuff which ends up with (Y/N) running away in tears and at the end just a lot of big brother Alec fluff.

(i feel like i got a bit carried away but i hope you still like it!)

Shadowhunters and downworlders have history together, they never got along. Shadowhunters disliked downwolders, which included vampires, werewolves, warlocks and every creature that wasn’t fully demon or half angels. Therefore, downwolders disliked shadowhunters too, finding them arrogant and superior. But sometimes there could be an exception. It was the case for Izzy, who had a relationship with Meliorn or for (Y/N), who was deeply in love with Raphael, a vampire.

Raphael and (Y/N) have been together for almost a year, they were aware of the endless war between their peoples, but love was stronger than hate, and they always knew their love was strong enough to survive in a world full of hatred.

(Y/N) just got back from Hotel Dumort, she went to see Raphael. Alec Lightwood, (Y/N)’s older brother, met (Y/N) in the main room of the Institute. He looked angry and (Y/N) already knew the reason why. While Izzy was quite understanding about (Y/N)’s relationship with Raphael, Alec never approved.

“Where were you?” Alec’s tone was harsh.
“Give me a break, Alec.” (Y/N) sighed.
“Where were you?” Alec repeated, his eyes dark with anger.
“I went to see Raphael. I needed to ask him a few questions about the recent murder in the shadow world.”
Alec stepped closer to (Y/N) but she didn’t flinch. Alec could be quite scary when he was angry but (Y/N) knew he would never hurt her.
“You can’t be serious.” He said, raising his voice.
“What? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Our parents are back from Idris and you go flirting with your stupid vampire. Do you have any idea how they would react if they find out about your relationship with a downwolder?” Alec put all the disgust he had in the word “downwolder”.

(Y/N) didn’t want to fight with her brother about Raphael again, so she just started to walk away. But Alec grabbed her arm and held her back.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”
“Let go of me, Alec.” (Y/N) said. Anger started to run through her veins.
“You don’t get to break the rules and get away with it. We don’t like downworlders. We don’t hang out with them, we don’t talk to them let alone be in a relationship with them!” Alec let go of (Y/N)’s arm, definitely bruising it.
“What about Izzy? She is seeing a downworlder but you never made a big deal out of it.”
“It’s different! Raphael is a vampire, he drinks blood from people’s body, he is a murderer!” Alec claimed.
“Raphael is a good guy! He is not a killer!”
Alec laughed. But it wasn’t a nice or joyful laugh. His hazel eyes glanced around the room and then came back on (Y/N).
“You know what (Y/N)? Do whatever you want, I’m done looking after you.”
“Alec, don’t.” (Y/N)’s voice started shaking.
“No, (Y/N). You’re just a waste of time. Go see your boyfriend, hang out with your buddies the vampires, but don’t come back here, asking for help when they’ll dry your body of blood. I won’t be there to help you, I won’t even care. I’m done with you, (Y/N). You’re just a shame to the Clave.” Alec’s words hit (Y/N) as if someone just slapped her in the face.

Alec walked away, leaving (Y/N) standing alone in the room. Tears started to roll down her cheeks and there’s nothing she could do to stop it. She went to her room and put her stele on her bed. Then, she ran out of the Institute, crying.


Izzy walked to her brother, Alec. She was holding (Y/N)’s stele in her hands.
“Did something happened with (Y/N)?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Alec mumbled. It has been two days since he last argued with (Y/N). It was all Alec could think about, he realised how hard he was on his sister and he felt very guilty.
“Alec, what happened?” Izzy insisted.
“Why do you care, Izzy? Just leave me alone.”
“She’s gone.” Izzy claimed.
Alec looked up at Izzy, his eyes widened.
“What do you mean she’s gone?”
“I can’t find her anywhere. And she left this in her room, along with her phone.” Izzy handed (Y/N)’s stele to Alec. “She never leave without her stele. I think she ran off.” Izzy said, she looked worried.
“If she is out there on her own without any weapon and without her stele, we gotta find her, now!” Alec said rushing to the weapons room to pick up his bow and arrows.


(Y/N) was sat in a dark alley. She had been wandering around the city since she had left the Institute. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Alec had said to her and she couldn’t believe he actually said all those hurtful things to her. It’s true, Alec and (Y/N) were fighting sometimes, like all siblings would, but at the end of the day they would die for each other.

When (Y/N) started dating Raphael, Alec was always trying to pick up a fight with her about it. At first, (Y/N) thought it was part of the whole big brother role and that he was just being overprotective. But this time it was different, he had been mean to her, he had said really horrific things and the worst part, (Y/N) thought, was that he looked like he really meant it. “You’re just a waste of time.” he said, “I won’t even care.”, “You’re just a shame to the Clave.”
Tears threatened to roll down (Y/N)’s cheeks again, but was tired of crying. 

Suddenly, a dark form appeared in front of her, she didn’t bother to look up to see who it could be.
“Go away.”
She felt a strong hand, hardly human, lifting her off the ground. She gasped and her eyes widened as she realised it wasn’t someone, it was something.
The demon pushed her against the wall and (Y/N) felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. She groaned and tried to fight back, but deep down she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to die, but she couldn’t find the strength to fight for her life, not today, not right now.
The demon pushed her against the wall again and again. (Y/N) felt a thick liquid running down her neck : blood. She felt dizzy and she knew whe was soon going to pass out. The pain in her head was unbearable, she felt as if her skull was cracked open.

Suddenly, the demon made a unhuman groan and disappeared into a cloud of darkness. (Y/N) fell onto the hard ground. She heard someone call her name before two strong arms helped her sat down against the wall.
“Oh my God, (Y/N)!” A female voice said
(Y/N) wasn’t moving, her eyes were half closed and it was hard to process what was happening. Everything was blurry and the voices were muffled.
“Come on, (Y/N). Come on.”
She felt a hand pressed on her wounded head, she winced.
“She is bleeding. Give me your stele.”
The young boy drew the healing rune on (Y/N)’s arm. She closed her eyes and reopened them as the pain started to disappear. She saw Alec and Izzy standing in front of her. Alec looked really concerned.
“We need to take her back to the Institute and call mum and dad.” Alec said to Izzy.
“I’m fine.” (Y/N)’s voice was no near nice. She tried to stand up but her head felt heavy and she had to lean on Alec to stay on her feet. He held her by the shoulders but she pushed him away.
“What happened, (Y/N)? What were you even doing here by yourself?” Izzy asked.
“I’m fine, Izzy.”

Alec looked at his sister, Isabelle. They both exchanged a look and Izzy understood that Alec wanted a moment alone with (Y/N) to fix the mess he created earlier.
“I have to go back to the Institute. I just remembered that mom and dad asked me to keep an eye on Max tonight.” Izzy lied.
“What? No, Izzy, wait.” (Y/N) said, not wanting to be alone with Alec.
“See you later, OK?” Izzy squeezed (Y/N)’s hand and left the alley before (Y/N) could say anything. She leaned on the wall, she was still feeling a bit dizzy.

“Are you okay?” Alec asked, holding her arm.
“Leave me alone, Alec.” (Y/N) pushed him away again. Alec sighed. He was feeling guilty, about everything.
“(Y/N), listen to me please.”
“I think you already said enough. You made your point Alec, you don’t want me near you anymore, don’t worry, I won’t go back to the Institute.” (Y/N) started to walk away.
“No, (Y/N), wait. I’m so sorry for what I said. And I know it’s gonna take more than a few apologies to make things right again. But I’ll do everything it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

(Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears but she fought them. She didn’t want to cry in front of Alec, normally she wouldn’t care, but this time it was different.
“I can’t take back what I said, I wish I could. You didn’t deserve any of it. And I don’t know if you’re ever gonna forgive me. I’d understand if you don’t ‘cause I can’t forgive myself either.” Alec breathed. “I’m so sorry (Y/N). I hate myself for what I said, and I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I’m your brother and I’m supposed to protect you from the people who want to hurt you, instead I am the one who hurt you.”
(Y/N) never saw Alec cry before, but right now she could swear she saw a tear fell down his face.
“You’re my little sister and I love you. I’d give up my life for you. You have every right to hate me, I deserve it. But please just come back to the Institute so I can know you’re safe.”

(Y/N) locked her eyes on Alec’s. She could see how sad and guilty he felt and no matter what he said to her, she hated seeing him like this.
“I don’t hate you Alec. I want to, but I can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your words were like blades, and you stabbed me a hundred times with them. But I can’t hate you because you’re my brother and the love I carry for you is stronger than the hate I could ever feel towards anyone. You’re my family, my home. And no matter what happens, no matter where we go, we always find our way back home.”
(Y/N) wiped a few tears away. Alec stepped forward and hugged her. She always felt safe with his strong arms around her small body. She hugged him back.
“I’m sorry.” Alec whispered and pulled away.
“I know. Let’s just put it behind us, OK?” 
Alec nodded. From now on, he was going to do everything to make it up to his younger sister, starting with this whole Raphael thing.

“So…Raphael, do you love him?” He asked awkwardly.
“Yes, I do love him.” (Y/N) said, smiling. “But come on, we don’t have to talk about it, I don’t want to fight.”
“No, it’s okay. I want to apologize.” Alec claimed.
“You already did.”
“About Raphael, I mean. I’m sure he is a great guy. And if he makes you happy then it’s all that matters.”
“Thanks.” (Y/N) was surprised. She knew how much efforts it took for Alec to say that, and she really appreciated it.
“But if he hurts you, he will be in serious trouble.” Alec added.
“There it is. The overprotective brother just came back.” (Y/N) laughed a little.
“Sorry. Looks like I can’t help it.” Alec looked down.
“No, it’s okay. I like that you’re looking after me.”
“Always.” Alec looked at (Y/N) and smiled.
“Come on, let’s go home.” (Y/N) smiled and she headed back to the Institute with Alec.

In a world full of evil demons and darkness, no weapon was better than family to help you survive. No place could feel like home without the people you loved the most and no hatred was strong enough to defeat that love.

The Truth (Pt. 9)

A/N: I’ve realized that there is no way for this to stop at 10…so…I don’t know. I’ll get back to you on how long it’ll be. Maybe 11..or 12? I keep writing way more than expected so then I have to cut off the story before I get everything I wanted to happen in the chapter. Ugh, stressful.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 8.5

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Continuation..? Idk

“Jungkook!” you yelled after him. You chased him into the building and screamed his name again. He pressed the elevator button and for the first time since they’d moved into this building, the doors opened immediately. He stepped into the elevator and you pushed yourself to run faster. The doors started to close but he stuck his arm out, keeping them open for you.

You quickly slid into the elevator and put your hand over your heart, trying to catch your breath. With your lungs on fire, you pressed your back against the buttons to keep him from selecting his floor. Jungkook tried to reach around you and you slapped his hand away.

“___-” he started

“Jungkook, you need to calm down” you responded.

“I’ve been calm, ___. Look where it’s gotten me!” he responded. His eyes bored into yours and you swallowed hard, before moving out of the way. He pressed the button for the fifth floor and you just looked at him with a sigh. The only thought in your mind was a mental image of Jungkook’s busted lip. You hadn’t been there for the last altercation but you somehow imagined that this was worse. After all, the dirty laundry of everyone’s cheating and betrayal was already known and now you were adding Namjoon’s kiss to the top of that. It wasn’t just a pissed Namjoon anymore. Now there was a pissed Namjoon and a violent, angry Jungkook to worry about.

“Weren’t we just saying that we were going to stop talking about him so much?” you asked. Jungkook scratched his head but didn’t say anything. The irritation was evident in his face but he tried to dial it down for you.

“____, he didn’t just disrespect me today; he disrespected you too. That’s not okay with me” he said. For the second time, it felt like his eyes were piercing right through you.

“I’m not okay with it either but that doesn’t mean that you should go in there kicking and screaming” you exclaimed. Once again, Jungkook went quiet as he slowly processed your words.

“I’ve tried talking to him countless times and he never listens. With Namjoon, the harder you push him, the worse he gets” you said.

“Exactly, ___. You’ve tried many times. It’s time that I say something to him. He may not listen to you but he’s going to listen” he responded finally. The promise in his voice put you on edge and you weren’t sure what to say next.

“-and if he doesn’t?” you asked after a while.                                                                          

The doors opened behind you and Jungkook looked away. He took a step and you moved to block his exit.

“____-” he called your name.

“Jungkook” you answered, mimicking the tone in his voice.

He cursed under his breath and turned his back to you. He inhaled deeply and closed heyes.

“So what? Am I just supposed to let him off the hook? Just let him get away with what he did?” he questioned, turning back around.

“Talk to him. I’m fine with that. I just want you to stay cool, Jungkook. The last thing that I need is to be nursing bloody knuckles tonight” you said softly. He exhaled and took a good look at you as the elevator doors closed behind you. Pushing his selfishness away, he nodded and scratched his head.

“Okay” he said simply.

You smiled inwardly as you hugged your arms around his waist. You could tell that he was still upset but he definitely seemed better than he was a few minutes ago.

“I’ll just try talking to him and we’ll go our separate ways” Jungkook said.

You thanked him and pushed the button to open the elevator doors. Grabbing your hand, Jungkook lead you to their dorm room door. He started to type in the passcode but stopped and looked at you.

“I’m going to try to stay cool but you know how he is-” he started. Nodding, you waited for him to continue.

“-just make sure that you don’t let me go” he finished, looking down at your joined hands. You squeezed his hands. You squeezed his hand tighter and he moved to kiss the back of your hand. He put in the code for the door and pulled you in with him.

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Alec Lightwood Imagine: Trapped


Prompts: 15-“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”,
25-“You are still mad?”,
59-“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”,
79-“Get out of my face before I hit you”

Summary: Reader and their boyfriend Alec get trapped while following a faerie. They got into a fight before and he’s still mad so reader tries to explain the misunderstanding to him.

Word Count: 1293

Y/F/N - your friend’s name

Originally posted by minyoongimatthew

I knew following a faerie would be a bad idea, something I should avoid. But I loved bad ideas, so that plus the fact that Alec had told me not to do it, caused me running after the man.

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It’s Dangerous (Pt.2)

Genre: (Fluff // Angst)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Pt.1 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

By morning you started to move around a little bit, still half asleep. The bed felt harder than it did before. Finally you Forced yourself to open your eyes because you felt yourself drooling. When you sat up and looked down you realized instead on having your head on the pillow, somehow you managed to have been sleeping on his chest. The hand he had over your back slid down when you sat up and it just fell down on the bed behind you. You subconsciously thanked yourself for waking up first.

“….Y/n?” He asked in a groggy tone, slowly opening his eyes.

You sighed. “Don’t worry, I’m still here.”

A weak smile spread across his face. “Then lay back down. It’s still early..”

The clock on the nightstand read 8:00 A.M but you laid back down with him anyway. He pulled you closer, putting his face in your neck. 

“….What are you doing?”

He didn’t move. “Sleeping. You can’t leave like this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Now i’m starting to think you’re just using that as an excuse.”

He pretended to act hurt. “I would never.”

You stroked his hair lightly, letting him use you to lay on. That is until someone knocked on the door and he sat up.

“What?” He groaned

Hoseok opened the door and came in. “Namjoon needs you downstairs. You didn’t forget we had a plan for today, right?”

Jungkook dragged himself out of bed, going over to get new clothes. 

“Yeah, I know. What am I supposed to do about Y/N?” He asked.

Hoseok shrugged. “I think Yoongi is staying here so he can be with her.”

“I guess I don’t have a choice. If anyone though, I’m glad it’s him. He’s at least one of you who can keep their hands to themselves.”

“yeah whatever. Get dressed and let’s go.”

After he left, Jungkook looked over at you.

“Ah. You still don’t have clothes. We can go shopping tomorrow so today, you’ll just have to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Sorry.”

You got out of the bed, picking up your old ones. “Alright but where do I go when you leave?”

“Yoongi is probably downstairs in his office. He’s there most of the time. I’ll show you on my way out.”

When both of you were dressed and ready to go downstairs. When you got in front of Yoongi’s door he stopped. 

“These things we go on are pretty dangerous. I might actually die or get caught. Either way that means I won’t see you anymore…If something happens, the rest of them will take care of you. I’m still sorry about kidnapping you.”

You looked down at your socks. 

“…..I don’t really care about that anymore. You guys aren’t bad people…but I won’t forgive you for kidnapping me if you don’t come back here alive.”

He smiled. “Then I guess I have no choice.”

He walked you inside Yoongi’s office and said goodbye to you. Part of you was slightly worried about him. Yoongi could tell by the look on your face too. 

“He’s fine, Y/N. They do this stuff all the time.”

You nodded. “I figured but he seems too nice to hurt someone.”

Yoongi scoffed, not looking up from his work.

“I guess it’s because you just met him but he can be pretty rough when he needs to be. He’s competitive so he hates to lose to someone else and he’s pretty strong, if not the strongest out of all of us.”

You laid down on the couch. “Yeah. I’m sure he’s fine….Hey, Yoongi? How close would you say you guys are?”

He looked up. “Well, we’re pretty close I guess. Enough to die for each other I mean. We’re like a family. ”

“It’s easy to die for someone though. The hard part is having to live for someone…”

“What makes you say that?” He titled his head.

“Uh, nothing. If you guys are really close what would it take for someone to lie?”

He sat there and thought about it. “I don’t think any of them would lie unless it would cause physical harm to the other person. Why are you asking all of this?”

“…I’m not supposed to tell you.”

Yoongi looked back down at his work. “If it’s about Jungkook, he’d never lie to us.”

You sat up. “I’m only saying this because I think you guys should pay more attention to him. He told me about his ex girlfriend last night. He went through a lot when she left him. She even tried to kill him! If he would have died that night there wouldn’t have been anything you guys could have done. He’s not as strong as you guys make him out to seem.”

“…What? He was the one who broke up with his ex. He asked me to go with him so I waited in the car. She took it pretty well actually.”

You didn’t understand what was going on.

“But the scar-….Theres a scar on his chest from when she stabbed him-”

Yoongi sighed. “This isn’t my place to say this but it seems like he lied to you. Not us. The scar is from him and Taehyung when they used to train.”

“….Why would he tell me all that then? I don’t understand.”

“Because look at what happened? You aren’t afraid of him anymore, you’re worried about him, and you weren’t going to try and leave him because someone else already did. It was pretty smart.”

“That asshole-” You got up and left the office room. Yoongi got up, chasing after you.

Jin grabbed you.

“Hey, slow down. Where are you going?”

“Somewhere alone….get off.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. You can’t go anywhere alone. You know that.”

You pushed his hand off of you. “I just want to lay down.”

Yoongi finally caught up but Jin told him he would watch after you instead. Jin walked you upstairs to Jungkook’s room again and let you lay down. He mostly just read, sitting next to you. When you eventually fell asleep he left the room. You didn’t wake back up until Jungkook accidentally shut the door behind him too loud.

“Shit….sorry.” He came over, holding something. He set it in your lap.

You looked down at it, looking inside the bag. It was a new outfit.

“I don’t know if you’ll like it but I picked it out for you. You’ll need something to wear so we can go out tomorrow.”

You pushed the bag off your lap and stood up. When you didn’t say anything and walked past him to go to the door he stopped you.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

You yanked your arm away. “God can you guys stop grabbing me! I’m not your pet!”

His eyes widened and he flinched not expecting you to yell.


“No! Piss off, Jungkook. I want to go home!”

He moved himself in front of you. “You can’t. I would let you but you really can’t leave”

You clenched your fists. “Do you really think i’m going to rat you out or are you just lonely?! I told you i’m not your pet! You can’t just tell me bullshit and expect me to trust you! What sense does that even make?”

“Part of it? Yeah! I like being around you but you know I’m only keeping you here because I have no choice!” He yelled back.

You teared up. “It’s not like i’m going to run to the cops, you idiot!  You expect me to just trust you so why can’t you trust me? Huh?”

He didn’t even think of that. He stood there frozen as you pushed past him and went into the bathroom, locking the door. He looked over at the clothes, spilling out of the bag you tossed onto the floor. Jungkook sat on his bed, trying to figure a way to fix this mess. You heard a light knock on the door. 

“Y/N..come out. I’ll take you.”

“Take me where? I don’t want to be dragged around right now..”

He leaned against the wall next to the door.

“Home. I’m driving you home.”