because he's worried and she's his partner

you’re telling me we’re not gonna see sana’s worried text to isak asking him if he is okay? or isak replying with a picture of his bloody nose saying ‘i look fucking badass’ and then few minutes later a message saying ‘i’m okay, don’t worry sanasol’ ? or sana finally letting out a sigh of relief and she wants to say something, anything, say sorry for bringing her brother and his friends, sorry that he and even got hurt physically and emotionally, but she can’t find the right words to type, and isak after 5 minutes of watching her struggle to type something, says ‘it’s not your fault sanasol’, just like that, because he knows, he knows her and he knows all the guilt she’s carrying in her heart and sana smiles at her phone, her heart clenching in her chest, because she loves her biology partner?? their friendship is so precious and after all that had happened with the girls she feels like he’s the only one she can trust,  and so she answers back with ‘did you cry isabell?’ because that’s how they are, always teasing each other to make the other smile ? and isak is like ‘me? i’m the master of not crying while getting punched in the face??? hallo? even might have cried though when he saw all that blood haha’ ? and then sana is laughing and promising isak to visit him tomorrow morning, and to bring the shebakia her mother made for even with her!!! so like this is so pure and you’re telling me we’re not gonna see it???

Crazy In Love

Originally posted by alex-norma

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+


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Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}

 PART 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now 

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1566

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N  Y/L/N is the daughter of Y/F/N Y/L/N, leader of the most renowned gangs in the mafia. While working, Y/N catches the attention of Min Yoongi, leader of one of the most feared gangs within the mafia. And he will stop at nothing to get her…

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anonymous asked:

you should write a meta post on why you think reyna is lesbian!! i love your metas they're so good

Hello, non! Thank you, lol. I broke out the big guns for this—capital letters and all, lmao. (Though it’s not proofread because I jumped the gun and got too excited once it was done so………………don’t judge me)

First off: I want to make it abundantly clear that I am not trying to talk people out of their interpretations of Reyna. I just…think she’s a lesbian, and think there’s a lot of textual backing to support me. My word isn’t gospel and a lot of these passages are subjective, and I am well aware that there is room for disagreement. But I figured it was about time to lay out why I feel so strongly the way I do, and what subtext I keep referring to when I’m making other points, especially after being asked!

AND A DISCLAIMER: I never read BOO. So I really am not claiming to be the ultimate authority here—this is just what I see, what I like to see, and my reasons for interpreting it the way that I do.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?

Hope you like it! ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT

RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss

Zen

  • You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
  • “How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
  • He would let you take your time,  so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
  • Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
  • You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
  • “MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
  • “Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
  • Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo  of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
  • His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
  • You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength.  Thank you all so much!”

Yoosung

  • He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
  • But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
  • “Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
  • Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
  • You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
  • But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
  • Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
  • When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
  • The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.

Jaehee

  • She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
  • The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
  • Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
  • But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
  • And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
  • “And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
  • “I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
  • “Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
  • And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
  • But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.

Jumin

  • You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
  • He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
  • But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
  • He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was  already working somewhere.
  • He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
  • “Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
  • “MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
  • “Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
  • The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
  • Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)

Saeyoung

  • You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
  • What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
  • He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
  • And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
  • And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
  • “Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
  • “No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
  • So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
  • Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.

Saeran

  • He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
  • He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
  • But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
  • So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
  • Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
  • He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
  • “Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
  • “Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
  • “I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
  • “Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
  • “Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
  • “I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.

V

  • He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
  • “Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
  • He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
  • But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
  • So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
  • “You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
  • “I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
  • “I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
  • “Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
  • You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
RFA: Insecurities

The RFA being insecure about being with MC? Like they feel like they don’t deserve her?

Spoilers ahead! It’s a bit rushed though… March break didn’t even start for me ㅠㅠ

Yoosung

- I called you by a name that was not yours

- Along with general insecurity about his lack of good looks and money, Yoosung was always reminded of how he initially treated you 

- He thought you were Rika. The Rika that started a cult. It wasn’t completely her fault, but she wasn’t innocent either

- So whenever you were talking to another man, he couldn’t help but feel worried

- “You won’t leave me, right?” 

Zen

- I let my narcissism take over my personality

- Zen used to think he could do anything with his looks, but when you fell in love with his personality, he began to reevaluate his charms

- What if you left him for being so stuck up? What if you hated his narcissism but didn’t want to speak up?

- And so he often planned dates and gifts for you, trying to show his love  

- “Please. Stay with me, princess.” 

Jaehee

- I was too afraid to love

- Jaehee was always worried about your sexuality changing

- She was insecure about her long work hours as well.

- What if you found someone else to fall in love with? What if you realized you preferred males?

- Because she wasn’t used to being a romantic partner, all she could do is ask you for reassurance

- “Are you sure you are satisfied with me?” 

Jumin

- Am I enough?

- Jumin was always acutely aware of his pokerface 

- You always smiled, frowned, or had some sort of dynamic expression gracing your features.

- But his face was always stone, almost menacing

- His words weren’t that soft either, so all he could do was take you on extravagant dates 

- “I hope this is enough to show you how I feel.” 

Seven

- I don’t deserve you

- He could never forget the way he treated you

- Pushing you away, saying he didn’t love you 

- But you still loved him. And he certainly didn’t deserve your kindness and reassurance 

- So he often had moments when he just enveloped you in a hug, resting his head in your neck

- “Let me stay like this, just for a little bit longer”

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Sense8 s2 Favorite moments (updated)

I binged, I had a binge hangover, but I’m better now and I have to talk about some of my favorite moments and things from season 2 (in no real order except my mind’s bounce off process):

Also, feel free to add to my list. I’m sure I’ll be adding plenty more.

  • How Dani showed us her full blown agent talents in 58 MINUTES!!!
  • Riley’s dad playing Secret Agent Man on the ukulele
  • Sun finally reuniting with her dog, who whimpers when she’s gone and knows her instantly when she returns.
  • Nomi’s toast speech to her sister after their mother “Michael’d” her and said (paraphrasing) ‘now would be a good time for you to get one of your headaches and vanish’ right before she was about to chicken out by faking a headache, forcing a new determination.
  • Will being a protective boyfriend when Riley is on the plane to Chicago by herself and Nomi having to counsel them both. “He’s only worried because he loves you” and “Please be careful.” BOOM go my emotions.
  • Will being protective when Riley is going to take blockers, promising to send backup after 5 minutes.
  • YOU HAVE NO IDEA how grateful I am that Gorski’s partner, D, has been brought into the sense8 fold. It opens up so many opportunities.
  • Will’s last scene with his father, when his dad could finally see his through the psycillium of the cluster. It was so moving I broke into tears.
  • Will working his ass off to protect the cluster, especially during Sun’s ambush in prison.
  • Wolfgang, every Wolfgang scene.
  • Lito teaching Sun how to wallow, Sun teaching Lito how not to telegraph what he’s acting and speak from the heart with vulnerability and less machismo.
  • “I think I just caught the sense8 equivalent of an STD”
  • Sun telling Lito to stop crying which brought me right back to season 1 when Sun was crying and Lito was screaming.
  • Hernando always saying the right thing at the right time. ex) “I think the fact that we all fit in the tub makes it ours.” and “I have a theory about Lito.” (while pushing up his academic glasses like a fine nerd).
  • “Mr. Hoy“ being the epitome of the iron-clad Scotsman “I will not be outtrusted by an Icelandic DJ with hair the color of a smurf.“ Also, something about the way he calls her Miss Blue makes me happy.
  • Nomi’s dad coming in clutch with his brilliant lawyery threats and “That’s the first time he called me daughter” and last but not least cuing the minister to resume his daughter’s wedding after the interruption, #boss, #masterofceremony
  • Detective Mun, I’m glad they didn’t just have him be a one off reference to Sun from her youth, but if I’m honest I don’t want them to get into a full blown relationship right away, it can slow burn. In terms of Sun’s storyline, I much prefer her flashback scene with Sun’s mom.
  • The Sao Paulo Pride Parade, oh have mercy the beauty
  • Actual Marc Jacobs and his boyfriend making a cameo on the show. What even is life!
  • The inside jokes and throwbacks to season 1 right before Kala blew up the car. Wolfgang and Will were in heavy strategic mood, but Kala takes control like a gunslinger and Sun gives her control instantaneously, because they are on the same page and Kala is queen. Then Wolfgang forces her to duck and both Will and Wolfgang doubt her plan a) like Wolfgang doesn’t remember that she is the queen of explosives and explosions who saved his life  and b) when he says “cars don’t blow up like they do on TV”, he clearly does not remember his RPG missile moment.
  • Kala venting to Will about Lila
  • Kala’s molotov moment in her nightie
  • Truthfully everything about Kala Dandekar, because she’s a loveable hot mess who is smart AF.
  • The entire concept of Neolithic Google. This show is so smart.
  • Joong-Ki Bak: “My sister’s a fucking terminator”
  • Capheus’ “bridges not walls” speech. ABSOLUTELY RELEVANT TO 2017.
  • Blake Huntington and his immediate chemistry with all three: Lito, Dani, and Hernando.
  • Riley and Lito screaming in the art museum
  • Lito watching Kala’s life like an opera while stress eating at she tries to have a conversation with Riley.
  • Lito tending bar through Sun, with a kiss on the tumbler for show. Really class.
  • Basically all of Lito’s scenes
  • Kala’s father lighting up Rajan’s stuck up dad in subtext at the diner table while everyone audibly squirms.
  • I knew Will had a long game from the moment he talked about ‘not giving away details’ with Riley while they were eating local Icelandic grocery food. So from the moment Whispers said “The seagulls might as well be speaking Icelandic“ and “you f—– amateur,“ it made the punchline when Riley turned off the ambiance sound on the speaker all the more sweet.
  • Whispers: “I’ve been compromised” music to me ears.
  • Sun incapacitating the groomsman and Puck.
  • The whole cluster’s protectiveness of Sun, but particularly Kala’s refrain of “we take everything that matters, push it into this, and fight for it.”
  • The fact that Wolfgang, in confidence of his best friend, engineered #IndiaPlan
  • Lila’s cluster vs Wolfgang’s cluster
  • Will putting Whisper’s head into the table
  • Capheus: Ah but England has great tea…. I watch a lot of movies.
  • Also, the music this season was truly wonderful. I think the most iconic piece will always be season 1 with the cover of 4 Non Blondes, but this season was tight.

  • Wolfgang’s smugness when Rajan kisses them both
  • And his smirk when Lito is threatened and he’s ready to kick the Joaquin’s ass, v2.0
  • His barely controlled glee at Nomi’s warning to her brother-in-law to protect and take care of Teagan.
  • How Wolfgang is a total Sapiosexual for Kala’s craftiness.
  • Every Wolfgang smile essentially,
  • The fact that Sun’s love interest is called Mun (it’s perfect)
  • Capheus, through Sun, saying “can I drive a bus?”
  • Diego Morales! He is the Daniela for Will and Riley, and on top of that he has such a rich history with Will. I love that he’s featured more!!!
Ruins Sneakpeek~

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Am hummed as Keith oiled her scales one day, Your mind is still troubled, Little One.

Keith frowned and continued to rub at a rough patch under her wing. “The nightmares still happen, beautiful. That’s something that I can’t help.”

Ah, have you talked to Bear Rider about them?

“She already knows about them, there’s not much she can do until I work it out on my own.” He stopped rubbing and moved to the pail of scale oil on the ground, dunking the cloth and wringing it out. “As of right now, I don’t really know if I will ever get over it. What Lotor –” Keith hesitated, backtracking. “…what he did was something that I can’t get out of my mind.”

Am lowered her wing, laying it gently over him. Little One, you must let yourself rest. These night monsters aren’t going to go away if you give into them.

Keith raised her wing to peek up at her. “I’m not giving in, I just… It’s hard to think through it all.” He let her wing droop and wrapped his arms around himself. “Sometimes I can still feel the shackles on my hands and feet… I can feel his gaze on me. It tore me down… and it went on for three years, Am. That’s a long time to be kept below ground, beaten, and starved.” Too many times he remembered being beaten for hoarding the food he was given. Now he scarfs it all down before anyone can take it away from him.

Her red eyes glittered and she purred comfortingly as Keith fought to keep himself together.

“I thought… After so long I… There was a time that I thought you were actually gone. And what Rowen said the other day about Alteans treating the bond as sacred… the Empire needs to change. We can’t be treating dragons – our partners – as tools or cattle. You’re part of us, an important and intrinsic part of us. We need you just as much as you need us.”

Little One, change comes with time. Zarkon is not going to live forever.

“But Prorok and Lotor will continue with his beliefs. The Empire will fall if we continue this way.”

You cannot change everything, Little One. I admire your heart and your strength to recognize that there is wrong in the world. Am lowered her head and huffed over his hair. He squinted up at the hot air, breathing in the brimstone of her surety. The Empire will see its consequences eventually, but you are free. What happens to the Empire now is none of your concern.

Keith looked down at the ground and sighed. She was right. He couldn’t be worrying about this when he needed to find Shiro. It was just like Rowen said, it wasn’t his fault that Zarkon decided to fixate on what he didn’t have. The Empire’s downfall won’t be because of him running away.

He looked up at his beautiful, strong dragon, his partner, his soulmate, and smiled gratefully at her. “Thank you, beautiful.”

All will be well, Little One, do not worry.

Humans are Weird

So, I wanted to do one these myself, and maybe someone’s already done this one, but here I go…

Live birth and having only one child at a time. On Earth, that’s not so uncommon, it’s not just a human thing, but what if it were a completely foreign concept to aliens? 

What if they lay eggs, and they always lay lots and lots of them because how will enough of the little ones survive to continue the species otherwise? But then humans enter the intergalactic scene, and eventually one group notices that the stomach of one of their human crewmates is gradually swelling. They freak out, thinking that it’s some sort of illness (because what else could it be?) and ask why the human’s partner doesn’t seem to be very worried (in fact, he seems rather happy. Where they not getting along? Does he want his mate to die? Humans mate for life, don’t they? Did they stop liking each other and her death means he can get another mate?). They’re fussing over her, trying to find a cure, and she’s like, “Why are you guys getting so upset, I’m pregnant we should be happy!” and they’re confused so she takes a few hours to tell them Where Babies Come From.

Naturally, all the aliens are horrified, and for some reason (partially because they had already convinced themselves that their human was in mortal danger and that doesn’t just go away, partially because of the horrifying things she told them about live birth and possible complications, and partially because they don’t realize having 2 or more kids is unusual for humans (they think she’s having lots of small babies, not just one big one)), they still believe that she’ll die. Everyone is mourning when the eighth month approaches (except for the other humans, who are both mildly confused (at the aliens’ behavior) and absolutely delighted (at her pregnancy)), and many members of the crew break down when she goes into labor, because this is the last time they’ll see their wonderful human crewmate alive and well. Several hours later, they hear a wail that none of them recognize, so it must be the human’s children (and a few of them are confused because why only one? but are too distraught to think much of it). 

The father is finally allowed in and he practically runs to his wife and newborn. The rest of the crew is let in only a few minutes after, and the aliens are astonished to see their human crewmate, whom they all had thought dead, cradling what looks like an enormous, deformed, breathing Batorka fruit. Explanations are exchanged, the humans finally find out why the aliens were so upset at the pregnancy, the aliens find out that the fruit is actually a human infant, and all around it’s a happy ending. The intergalactic pamphlet on humans (there’s a separate one for every species, but the one for humans is the thickest; and after they found out about it many of them liked to read it and ‘laugh’, which is kind of unsettling to everyone else) is updated soon afterwards, though.


(…This evolved. This was not what I was thinking of when I started writing.)

Is This Love? (JiminxReader)

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL SERIES #5

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: The reader plans to ask Jimin to Valentine’s Dance but Jimin already has a date.

Word Count: 998 words


My best friend Zienna was zipping up the back of my dress while simultaneously lecturing me on how to approach my crush, Jimin , before the Valentine’s Dance tonight.

“And please don’t use that voice you use when you’re nervous.” She said straightening out my dress. “What voice?” I asked defensively. “You know the one where your voice gets all high pitched and you start squeaking. I’ve heard you do it when you were talking to Jimin last week.”

I shoved her off playfully. “I did not!” I laughed. “You did too!”She said slppaing my arm. I groaned. What if I squeaked tonight, I had plans to ask Jimin to go to the dance with me today. I knew he didn’t have a date because Zienna was dating his best friend, Taehyung and he had assured us he was going solo. My plan was to go over to Tae’s house with Zienna and when Jimin and I both didn’t have partners, I figured we would just end up going together.

Zienna was putting on some more mascara when she saw my nervous reflection in the mirror. “Y/N.. Don’t worry. The worst he can say is no.”

I nodded my head gravely, “You’re right, that is the worst thing.”

Zienna laughed at me, she always said I was overly dramatic. In a way, she has point. Last year, Jimin held open a door for me so I mass texted her during a presentation. She wasn’t happy.

Zienna pulled me up by arms and looked me straight in the eye. “You got this Y/N. If he says ‘yes’, then awesome. If he says ‘no’, whatever, I’ll share Taehyung with you and we’ll treat him like fourth wheel the entire night!” I laughed and gave her hug. I wanted to believe that I would be okay if he said “no” but I knew I wouldn’t. I don’t really know what love is or how it’s supposed to feel like, but what I feel for Jimin, when he walks into a room or when someone says his name, feels pretty close to it.

We got to Tae’s house and we rang the doorbell. Zienna was wearing a midi silky rosy pink dress that hugged her curves. I always felt like Zienna had the perfect body which is why I really didn’t want to be standing next to her if Jimin opened the door. I was wearing a strapless silver fitted dress that I paired with shiny reflective gold heels. I felt pretty but I was still really nervous.

“Hey babe- Woah” Taehyung’s eyes raked over Zienna’s over body and I instantly felt a pang of jealousy; not because I liked Tae but because I loved their relationship so much.

“You look amazing Zienna, wow!” He pulled her close and we got inside the house.

Tae led us to the living room where his mother and father were talking to Jimin. We greeted his parents and they complimented us making us thank them bashfully. I looked over at Jimin and he looked handsome as ever. He was wearing a grey tux with silver embellishments and a red tie. I looked down at my own outfit and it looked as though we planned it.

Jimin looked over at me and laughed. “Wow.” He said motioning between our outfits. “People will think we’re a power couple,” He said laughing. I blushed furiously and replied, “A force to reckon with.” He laughed harder.

Zienna looked over at me from her seat on the couch, raising her eyebrows at me. Ugh. I shook my head subtly and then she narrowed her eyes, letting me know that if I didn’t say something, she would.

I turned over to Jimin and took in deep breath. “Hey, Jimin, I was wondering-” I was cutoff by the sound of doorbell. Jimin’s eyes immediately lit up and he said, “That must be Rita!” he quickly moved to open the door and sure as hell standing outside looking stunning as ever was Rita.

“Rita, you look stunning,” Jimin said grabbing her hands and kissing her cheek as he pulled her inside. They walked into the room holding hands. “Hey, everyone!” Rita said brightly. Everyone in the room responded except me. I couldn’t look over at Zienna, I knew she would have that expression she pulls when she feels absolutely terrible at something but also really disappointed. If I made eye contact with her, I would break. Jimin was looking at Rita the way I imagined I looked at him. I wanted to cry or yell and tell him how I felt about him, but I didn’t. That’s how I knew I really did love Jimin, because when you love someone, their happiness comes first and no matter how hurt I was, I didn’t want to spoil something as heartwarming as Jimin’s smile.

“Y/N, I love your dress.” Rita said to me and I smiled as brightly as I could. “Thank you, Rita. You look beautiful.”

“Should we go now?” Jimin said, putting his arm around Rita’s waist.

“Yeah, we should.” Taehyung said, standing up. Zienna moved over to me and whispered, “Are you okay?” I nodded slightly.

“Actually guys, I’ll meet you there. I need to stop by my house real quick,” I lied. Zienna saw right through it too, shaking her head at me.

“Oh, are you sure? We can all wait outside if you want?” Jimin offered sweetly.

“No, I’m sure. I’ll see you later.”

I quickly said goodbye to Tae’s parents and the rest of the gang and got in my car. Only when I was parked in my driveway did I finally allow myself to cry.

A/N

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the imagine :)

~Armygirl

BEST FICS OF 2016 REC LIST

Ah, another new year, another new rec list. So, to reiterate, fics could have been started at the very end of 2015, but they had to have been finished in 2016 to count for the rec list. So fics can’t have started in 2016 and finished these past few days - those fics won’t count for this list. 

*** The main fics recced on this list will be Sterek, but I also read a few other fics from other fandoms this year and I wish to share them on this list too. Enjoy!

~*~

Sterek:

*Not a Promise by eeyore9990 (1,574 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Promises can be broken. Stiles’ love for Derek cannot.

That’s a fact.

But maybe Derek needs to hear it anyway.

*the office by stilinskisparkles (3,197 words | Rated T | One-Shot) 

“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”

*

“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”

*Always Had the Key by Omni (3,304 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

*”Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis (3,408 words | Not Rated | One-Shot)

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.

*When Your Teachers Have No Chill by giantteenwolforgy (4,314 words | Rated E | One-Shot)

Derek’s not his boyfriend, but sometimes it feels like he should be. 

*How to Pretend You’re Not a Virgin and Other Sordid Tales by KuriKuri (5,347 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Stiles likes the anonymity, the security his pseudonym provides. Likes that there are entire forums dedicated to speculating about his identity: his gender, his sexuality, his age.

Of course, there’s one thing they all seem to agree on: he’s some sort of sex god.

Which is really, really awkward, because he’s a twenty-three year old virgin.

(Or: in which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.)

*Little Talks by Vendelin (5,387 words | Rated M | One-Shot)

“Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.”

Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”

It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

In which Stiles is a stripper, and Derek is the always-polite regular at the club where he works.

*The Witching Hour by MellytheHun (8,129 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born.

*feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles (11,432 words | Rated M | One-Shot)

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

*Are You Happy by theabominablesnowman (33,180 words | Rated G | One-Shot)

Stiles has been away for work for a little over two weeks, and Derek and their son are getting antsy about it. (Who wouldn’t?)

Or, a few days in the life of the Hale-Stilinski family, and a whole lot of fluff.

The Foxhole Court:

*Lessons in Cartography by crazy_like_a (121,717 words | Rated E | 37/37 Chapters) 

Nora mentioned in her extra content that Neil slowly maps out Andrew’s body and then this fic happened. Starts after The King’s Men.

The Captive Prince:

*Kings Reign by idratherhaveyou (191,070 words | Rated M | 32/32 Chapters) 

Directly following the events of Kings Rising. Damen is on bed rest and Laurent is taking care of him. What follows is their story and the story of two kingdoms becoming one.

Check Please!:

*If We’re Falling in Love by sunfair (20,312 words | Rated E | One-Shot)

Madison, July 2015: over two days, everything changes.

Come Back (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

“ Can I request a third part to the poly!squad x reader fic?” 

158: “I *can’t be* happy here.”
246: “Please don’t do this.”
125: “*We* need you to forgive *them*.”
313: “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
119: “I love you, you asshole.”

A/N: So someone requested another part to the Poly!Hamilsquad imagine, and I wanted to maybe add a little angst. I’m probs not the best angst writer, but I can’t say that I didn’t try. ; v ;

Part 1 Part 2 

Warnings: Angst, yelling, cursing

Words: 5,892

(Name) ran a hand through her hair, letting out a grumbling noise as she looked down at her chicken-scratch that she called handwriting. After being in a bit of a slump for coming up with lyrics for Lafayette’s upcoming album proposal, it was an understatement that she was getting a little frustrated.

“Love? You good?” Called Alexander from the kitchen. It was his and John’s turn to cook dinner that night, which (Name) was thankful so she didn’t have to get up from her work.

“I’ve been better, Alexander.” She mumbled, throwing her notebook from her lap and onto the coffee table. “I can’t think of anything.”

John looked over his shoulder at (Name), giving her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry to hear that, babe. I’m sure something will come to you soon.”

Yeah, right. She thought bitterly. She felt as if her writing hasn’t been its best in the past few months, and she worried that Laf was being penalized for it with his music being sold at a slower rate than usual. “I just don’t want Laf to be dropped from his label because of me not being able to write a good song for him.”

“(Name), that’s never going to happen!” Hercules called from the bedroom, as he currently put away laundry. “People love Lafayette’s voice and they love your music, the label isn’t going to drop either of you.”

The young woman sighed, leaning back against the couch and rubbing her face. As much as her lovely partners tried to convince her, the nagging feeling of letting down Lafayette would always bubble up and put her in a bad mood.

The sound of the door opening caused (Name) to turn her head slightly to see Lafayette walk in, a smile gracing his face as he noticed his songwriter on the couch. “Bonjour, mon amour.” He greeted, leaning over and pressing a kiss to (Name)’s lips.

“Hey…” She answered as the Frenchman pulled away.

Lafayette quirked a brow at (Name)’s lack of enthusiasm. “What’s wrong, (Name)?” He questioned, leaning on the back of the couch. “You seem rather… Distressed?”

“If you call worrying about getting you fired because your sales are tanking ‘distressed’ then yes.” She replied, shutting her eyes and rubbing her forehead. As she did that, she didn’t notice the flash of worry in Lafayette’s eyes.

“(Name), mon amour, that’s never going to happen. My manager is very happy with the work we’re doing.” Lafayette explained, moving around the couch to sit next to the young woman. “We’ll be fine, okay? You’re a wonderful writer.” His arms wrapped around (Name)’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “I love you, okay?” He kissed (Name)’s temple.

“Okay…” She replied, leaning into Lafayette’s hold, sighing in content in one of her partner’s embrace. While the feeling of Lafayette’s arms around her gave some comfort, she still worried. She didn’t want Laf to suffer because of her.

Hercules walked into the living room with an empty laundry basket, spotting (Name) and Lafayette on the couch together. He chuckled and walked over to the two, giving each of them a kiss on the head. “Well aren’t you two adorable?” He cooed.

“You’re just jealous that I’m holding (Name) right now and you aren’t.” Lafayette replied, sticking his tongue out at Herc.

The modern demigod laughed, giving Lafayette a smirk. “We’ll see about that later, Laf.” He spoke, causing (Name) to snicker at the Frenchman’s blushing cheeks.

“Dinner’s ready!” Alexander called, popping his head in from the doorway to the dining room. “C’ome on, don’t let it get cold!”

“Ah, mon petit lion, impatient as ever.” Lafayette chuckled, standing and helping (Name) to her feet.

Alexander huffed, pouting at the taller Frenchman. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing for now.” Answered Lafayette, planting a kiss on Alexander’s forehead. “We’ll see about later.” He hummed before leaving a gaping and blushing Alex.

(Name) smiled, reaching for Alexander’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s eat, okay Alexander?”

The novelist grumbled, shaking his head before meeting (Name)’s gaze. “You feeling any better now?”

The young woman shrugged, leaning and pressing a kiss to Alexander’s cheek. “I’ll get over it eventually.” She replied before pulling him into the kitchen with her.


(Name) let out a yawn as she rolled over to an unsuspected cold space on the usually crowded bed that was strangely empty. Cracking open her eyes, she noticed that Alexander and Lafayette, who were usually on her right, were gone.

Carefully, as to not disturb the sleeping John and Hercules to her left, (Name) slipped out of the sheets and padded out of the room. As she crept down the hall, she heard noises coming from the kitchen of the apartment.

“What am I going to tell her?” She heard Lafayette grumble, his voice thick with sleep.

“You’ll find the right way to tell her.” Alex told him. “You just can’t keep this from her for too long… You found out yesterday and you still haven’t told (Name) a thing.”

Lafayette sighed. “I know.”

(Name)’s brows furrowed as she silently made her way closer to the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and saw that Alexander and Lafayette had their backs to her as they sat at the table.

“I just don’t want her to go through more disappointment… She’s worked so hard since she’s been back.” (Name) heard the slight slur in Lafayette’s voice. Had he been drinking?

“Lafayette, the best thing you can do is tell (Name). Just say that your manager has decided to go in a different direction with songwriters. She’ll understand.”

The young woman bit her lip, turning away from the kitchen and walking back to bed. She slipped back into her position in John’s arms and tried to fall asleep. With the new thoughts bouncing around her head, she found that simple task difficult.

She flinched when she heard the returning footsteps of Alexander and Lafayette as they reentered the room. The bed shifted next to her, and she felt a hand gently rubbing her shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.” She heard Alex murmur before laying down and resting a hand on her hip.

Oui… I hope so.” Lafayette answered just as quietly.

(Name) kept her eyes shut as the two laid down to sleep.

If the guys are all working while I’m just laying around… I won’t be… I can’t be happy here. The young woman thought as she tried to slip back into unconsciousness.


It was a lot harder to get back to sleep than (Name) had wanted, but she did eventually doze during the night, but that also meant that it took her quite some time to get out of bed.

“(Name)? Sweetheart, you need to get up, it’s almost noon.” Hercules tried to rouse the girl from the sheet.

She answered with a groan.

Hercules chuckled. “C’ome on, Lafayette make lunch.”

The girl loved Lafayette’s cooking, but she didn’t know if she could face him while she knew that he was going to break the news that his manager was dropping her as his songwriter.

“I don’t wanna…” She grumbled.

“(Name). I will pick you up. Don’t think I will.” He warned, a playful smile turning the gentle giant’s lips up.

She peeked up from the pillow to meet Hercules’ gaze. Rolling over onto her back to the edge of the bed, she raised her arms to Hercules. “Please…?”

He let out a laugh before nodding. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” He replied before leaning over and picking up (Name). She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to Hercules’ cheek.

“Thank you, Herc.” She hummed as she snuggled into his hold.

Hercules walked out of the bedroom and into the hall, carrying (Name) in his arms as he went. Upon entering the living room, she spotted John sketching and Alex typing away. Lafayette must have still been in the kitchen.

“Look who I was able to wake up.” Hercules spoke, walking (Name) over to the loveseat and setting her down.

John looked up from his sketchbook, smiling at (Name) as she let out a yawn. “How’d you sleep, babe?” He asked her.

“Not well enough.” She answered, noticing Alexander keeping his eyes glued to his laptop screen. He probably couldn’t meet her gaze after knowing what he knew.

“Laf, why don’t you bring in (Name)’s plate?” Hercules called, looking into the kitchen. “Probably just to make things easier for her.”

Lafayette answered in response, soon coming in with a sandwich. “Here you go, mon amour.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s head as he placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, not looking up to meet Laf’s eyes. She couldn’t even find it in herself to pick up the sandwich and eat it.

“Something wrong, (Name)?” Alexander asked, finally looking up from his laptop. “You usually love Laf’s cooking.”

She had half the mind to tell the boys her reason for her loss of appetite.

“I’m fine.” She answered quietly, still not looking up at either Lafayette or Alexander.

John’s brows furrowed. “You sure, babe? You’re still not worried about your writing, are you?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but Hercules spoke ahead of her. “(Name), like I said yesterday, you’re doing such a great job getting Laf’s music sounding great. People love your lyrics.”

Yeah, that’s why I’m being dropped. She thought bitterly

“Herc’s right, (Name)” Alexander agreed, giving her a smile

Oui… You’re the best writer I’ve had.” Lafayette added, placing a hand on her shoulder.

At the feeling of contact, (Name) flinched away from the Frenchman’s touch. “I can’t do this.” She murmured before standing from her seat.

“(Name)?” John asked, putting his sketch book down.

The young woman quickly walked to the bedroom, hearing several pairs of footsteps following her.

Mon ange? What’s wrong?” She heard Lafayette ask.

“Oh, I don’t know Laf. What is wrong?” She snapped as she yanked open the closet door, pulling out her backpack. “Heard from your manager lately? Feeling a little hungover?”

“What are you saying? (Name) why are you pulling out your clothes?!” Alexander exclaimed as he walked into the bedroom. His brown eyes widened with worry as he watched (Name) pulling garments from the closet.

“Why are you and Laf keeping secrets from me?” She countered, sending a glare at the two men.

M-mon amour-

“Your manager is dropping me, you found out two days ago and you still haven’t told me!!” (Name) yelled, watching as Lafayette’s face paled and Alexander immediately looked guilty. “I had to hear it from the hallway while you were getting drunk in the kitchen while the rest of us were asleep!!”

Lafayette opened his mouth to speak. “(Name), I was going to tell you, I really was-”

“Oh, yeah I could tell the way that we were just talking about it.” (Name) scoffed as she pulled a couple pairs of pants, shirts, and underwear from her drawer. “I can’t be with you guys if you’re not going to be honest with me, especially if you’re just going to pretend that I’m not out of a job!”

“(Name), please don’t do this.” John tried to calm her down.

She shook her head, zipping up her backpack and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Wait! Just wait!” Alexander stood in front of (Name), holding his hands up to stop her. “(Name), you can’t walk out on us just because of this! Don’t be irrational!”

“‘Irrational.’ Are you seriously accusing me of being irrational?! Alexander, writing songs is my life! The fact that the manager of one of my partners doesn’t want me to write lyrics for him anymore, it’s just… Just…” She growled in frustration, fisting her hair. “You wouldn’t understand!”

Lafayette stepped up to join Alexander. “(Name), mon ange, mon amour, I’m sorry, I really am but please, I’m begging you-”

The woman pushed past the two of them, and she felt Lafayette’s hand wrap around her wrist in attempts to stop her.

“(Name), ple-”

Slap!

The sound reverberated through the silent room, (Name) could feel tears prick her eyes as she stared at Lafayette’s shocked face. His hand released the girl’s wrist and moved it to his stinging cheek.

“(Name), what the hell?!” Alexander yelled, his brows furrowing in anger. “I know you’re upset but-”

“No fucking ‘buts’ Alex!” (Name) turned to him. “Living here while the rest of you guys are being successful and just living off you guys, I can’t be happy like that!”

“But you’d be here with us!” He replied.

“If I’m not doing anything, I just can’t be happy living like that! I need to do something while you guys are working!”

“What’s wrong with having some free time on your hands?”

“It isn’t free time if I don’t have work to get back to!”

Hercules tried to step in between the two. “Guys, c’ome on. We can just talk this out.”

“(Name), stop being an idiot about this.”

The young woman let out a sound of distaste and shoved herself past Alexander. “You’re such an asshole!” She exclaimed before storming out of the bedroom and past a speechless Hercules and John.

“Fine! Fucking leave again! But if you walk out that door, I don’t want to see your face around here ever again!”

(Name) scoffed again, turning around and meeting Alexander’s angry glare. “Whatever Alex. Say what you fucking well please, seeing as it’s pretty obvious about how you don’t care how what you say affects the people around you!”

With that, the young woman grabbed her phone off it’s charger, walked out the door, and slammed it behind her.


“So… You just walked out?” Eliza asked as she handed (Name) a cup of coffee. When the girl walked out of her apartment building, she called up Eliza to ask if they could meet up. She didn’t expect the Schuyler to bring her other two sisters.

“What else could I have done? They were lying right to my face and Alexander said I was being irrational and called be an idiot. I can’t let that slide.”

Peggy gave (Name) a sympathetic smile, reaching over and putting her hand over hers. “I’m sure this will pass, (Name)… You just need a little time.”

“I don’t know about that…” (Name) replied, sighing and shaking her head. “I slapped Laf, and the way Alexander was talking, he didn’t want to see me anytime soon.”

“Well, if you ever need a place to stay, you’re welcome to our couch.” Angelica offered.

(Name) smiled at the sisters, picking up her drink and sipping it. “Thank you guys… Really.” She jumped at the feeling of her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She pulled it out to see that Hercules was trying to call her. Probably trying to find out where she was or to get her back to the apartment. She sighed, putting the phone down on the table and letting it go to voicemail.

“The guys trying to call you?” Peggy questioned, looking down at her friend’s phone.

“Hercules is at least… John texted a couple times, but I haven’t heard from Alex or Laf.” (Name) replied, sighing quietly. “Alexander is probably still angry at me and Laf… Hell, he’s probably drinking away his guilt.”

“When did he start drinking?” Eliza questioned with a quirked brow.

The young woman shrugged. “He’s always liked to have a bit of a drink every now and again, but it’s usually wine with him… He’s been drinking more scotch, though.”

“A strong drink to forget about strong feelings like guilt” Angelica gave (Name) a look of sympathy.

“I know he feels bad about keeping this whole thing from me… But I would much rather them be straightforward and honest with me… Isn’t that what a good relationship is supposed to be?” (Name) questioned as she rubbed her forehead. “I mean, I went back to them after so long, we’ve been back together for a good few months!”

“Maybe… And I’m not suggesting anything really,” Angelica spoke, giving (Name) a cautious look. “But maybe there are still some feelings of betrayal and distrust?”


“Why would they not trust me? I’m the one going through this self-confidence and capability crisis.”

Angelica nodded. “You walked out on them once, found them and said you were sorry, then after a few months you walk out on them again after having a fight. Don’t you think that was a bit rash?”

“Of course I do. But when I’m being lied to by two of the people who say that they love me, how am I supposed to trust them?” (Name) sighed, sipping her coffee again. She felt bad about walking out on the boys again. She didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t stand being lied to. Especially by any of her boys.

Eliza gave (Name) a sympathetic smile, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “You’ll figure this out, (Name). In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay with us until you do.”

“Thanks, Eliza… This means a lot to me.”


Peggy pulled her sisters into her room, careful not to wake (Name) as she slept on the living room couch. “Okay, we need to get the guys over here.”

“Peggy, (Name)’s just going through a rough patch right now.” Eliza tried to reason with her younger sister.

“Eliza, she’s been here three days, and she’s miserable. She turned off her phone and buried it in her bag so she couldn’t see the messages they were sending her.” Angelica sighed, glancing over to the closed door.

The middle sister sighed, shaking her head. “What are we supposed to do? Call the guys ourselves and tell them that she’s here?” Peggy nodded, and Angelica gave her younger sister a look that screamed ‘duh’. Eliza rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest at her sisters. “Okay, fine. Who has one of their numbers?”

“I got John’s when we met.” Peggy spoke, pulling out her phone from her back pocket. “I’ll give him a call, so soon enough they’ll all be back together and everything will be good again.”

Eliza sighed, looking back to the closed door. “I hope you’re right.”

The youngest of the three sisters dialed a number and put her phone on speaker, listening to it ring before it was picked up and a voice quickly responded. “Peggs? What’s up?” John questioned.

“(Name)’s at our apartment. You need to bring her home.”

“You couldn’t have called sooner?!” John exclaimed over the phone. The sisters could hear him groan before speaking again. “Herc and I’ll be over soon. What’s the address?”

Peggy quickly relayed it to him. “We’ll see you here soon.”

“Thanks, Peggy. We’ll repay you somehow, I promise.” With that, John quickly hung up.

The youngest Schuyler looked up at her sisters and gave them both a smile. “They’re on the way.”

“I just hope this was the right thing to do.” Eliza murmured, moving to leave her younger sister’s room.

In about twenty minutes, the sisters were moving to leave the apartment as John and Hercules made their way up the elevator. Angelica thought it best if they leave so that the three members of the relationship can talk.

Angelica looked back to see (Name) still sleeping on the couch. It wasn’t surprising considering how she had been feeling.

There was a knock on the door, and Eliza quickly opened it to see the artist and the designer, both looking tired, distraught, and relieved at the same time.

“Thank you guys so much for letting us know where she was.” Hercules murmured, noticing (Name)’s sleeping form on the couch.

“Of course.” Eliza replied, smiling at the two. “Just… Take it slow, she’s still very messed up about all this.”

“Be as patient as you can.” Angelica advised.

The two young men nodded, letting the sisters leave and close the door behind them. John walked over to the couch, a relieved smile making it’s way to his face as he watched (Name)’s shoulders rise and fall with her breathing. Hercules gently squeezed John’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his head.

“It’s okay, we found her… We’re going to bring her home.” Hercules whispered to the freckled young man.

“I know.” John answered, kneeling down close to (Name) and pressing a kiss to her head, his hand moving to gently rub her shoulder. “(Name), babe… Wake up.”

The young woman stirred, rolling over onto her back. Her eyes cracked open for a moment, she blinked, and when she recognized that it was John kneeling next to her, she quickly bolted upright. “W-what are you two doing here?” She asked.

“We’re just here to talk, sweetheart.” Hercules replied, taking a spot on the arm of the couch. “We really missed you.”

(Name) looked from Hercules to John, letting out a sigh as she pulled her knees to her chest. “I missed you guys too… I’m really sorry for what I did, you guys didn’t deserve me walking out again.”

“And you know that Laf and Alex didn’t deserve it either.” John spoke, sitting next to (Name) on the couch.

She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her knees. “That’s questionable considering they were lying to me about having a job.”

“(Name), Lafayette was worried about how you would take it, and he feels really guilty about what he did.” Hercules explained.

“And while Alexander wouldn’t admit it for the first night, he feels guilty about what he said to you. He understands what you’re feeling, and he wants you to come back.” John added. “He’s been dropped by editors and publishers before, and he just didn’t take into account how you were feeling.”

(Name) sighed, running a hand through her unwashed hair. “It isn’t just that… The only thing I know is writing songs, and the fact that Lafayette’s manager doesn’t want me writing songs for him anymore is just… Heartbreaking.”

“(Name), Lafayette fired his manager.” Hercules informed her.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Lafayette told him after the first night that if he didn’t like your songs, then he can forget about managing anymore.” John explained, smiling sadly at her.

Hercules nodded. “Ever since, he’s been drinking and camping out on the couch, and Alex has locked himself in his office… They’re messes without you home. They miss you, and want you back.”

“We all do.” John quipped, wrapping an arm around (Name)’s shoulder. “(Name), there’s always going managers, curators, editors, models, anyone is going to give us a hard time. But if we stick together, there’s nothing that the five of us can’t overcome.”

(Name) sighed, leaning into John and resting her head on his shoulder. “I know…”

“So… We need you to forgive them. We’re a family, sweetheart. We need to stick together.” Hercules reached over and put a hand on (Name)’s shoulder, giving her a smile.

She nodded, looking up at John and Hercules. She gave the two young men a small, timid smile. “Okay… I’ll come back.”

John’s face brightened and he pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “Great… Let’s go home.”

Hercules nodded, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s cheek. “We’ll thank the Schuyler’s when we see them again. For now, let’s get your things together and head out.”

(Name) nodded, letting John pull her to her feet. She felt his arms quickly wrap around her in a tight hug, and Hercules did the same from behind. The young woman felt tears spring to her eyes, and she nuzzled her face into his chest. “I-I’m so sorry for walking out like that again… I-I didn’t mean to.” She whimpered.

“Shh… Baby girl we know, we know.” John murmured, pressing a kiss to her head.

“It’s okay. We understand.” Hercules agreed, resting his chin on her head. “Alexander and Lafayette will too.”

She nodded, wiping the tears that fell from her cheeks before pulling away from John. “Okay… I’m ready… Let’s go home.”


With every step down the hall, (Name) grew more apprehensive. She wanted to see Lafayette and Alexander again. She wanted to apologize, but she was worried what she would be facing. She had slapped Laf, she had yelled at Alexander, and she just walked out on them.

She had to face them again, but she was scared as hell.

“Don’t worry, (Name).” John spoke, giving her hand a squeeze. “We’re right here for you.”

“He’s right.” Hercules agreed as he carried her bag. “They’ll just be glad to have you back.”

Still, she was worried. When they reached the apartment door, her heart began to beat erratically. She looked to John, and he gave her an encouraging smile. Looking at Hercules, he gave her a comforting smile. She took a deep breath in, and opened the door.

Walking inside, she could tell that the place had gotten a little dirtier since she had been gone, but she wanted nothing more than to see Lafayette and Alexander. She could see movement from the kitchen, and guessed that it was Lafayette. She hiked up her courage and crossed the room to look inside the kitchen.

Spotting the Frenchman at the counter, watching as he reached up into the cabinet to pull down one of Alexander’s glasses. He opened an almost empty bottle of scotch and poured the last of it’s contents and quickly knocked it back. He coughed and muttered something in French as he scrubbed his face with his hand.

He looked miserable.

“Laf…” (Name) spoke, loud enough for him to hear.

The Frenchman froze for a moment before he whipped his head around. His face had paled with exhaustion, his facial hair was no longer neatly trimmed but scruffy, and his deep brown eyes were wide and frantic.

Mon amo-… (Name)” He stopped himself, gripping onto the counter to keep himself from running to her. “You’re back…”

“I am.” She answered, wringing her hands. “Lafayette… I-I just want to say that-”

She didn’t get another moment to say anything else before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her form. She could smell the scent of alcohol just falling off him. He shook with sobs and he quickly muttered something in French. She quickly wrapped her own arms around Lafayette’s form, gripping onto his shirt tightly as her own tears returned.

“Lafayette, I’m so so sorry.” (Name) murmured, burying her face into his neck, taking in his warmth and scent. “I shouldn’t have walked out, I shouldn’t have slapped you, I shouldn’t have gotten mad-”

Non, non, mon amour. You should’ve been mad, I kept something so important to you from you and you deserved to get mad at me. I should have told you the day I found out, but I was just scared.” He cried, his tears wetting (Name)’s shirt. “I should have just been honest with you.”

(Name) shook her head, she stepped back and cupped Lafayette’s cheeks, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. She gave him a tearful smile before pressing her lips to his. She could taste the scotch, as well as the stale taste of wine that he must have had earlier that day. Lafayette gladly returned the kiss, his lips melting back against (Name)’s as if she had never left.

The two stayed like that for a good few minutes before (Name) pulled away, Lafayette’s forehead pressing against hers as his tears continued to fall down his cheeks. “What can I do to make it up to you? How can I make this up to you?” Murmured the Frenchman.

“Let me keep writing songs for you. I don’t care if you have a manager or not, one who likes me or not, just please let me keep writing for you.” She whispered, wiping away his tears.

“Done and done.” Lafayette replied a small smile cracking his sad demeanor. “And can you please promise me that you won’t leave us again? Having you gone is painful for all of us…”

“I promise.” (Name) replied, laughing through her tears as they fell. She smiled at the feeling of Lafayette’s gentle touch brushing away her tears. When Lafayette looked up, she turned to see that he was looking at John and Hercules, both of whom were watching the two with fond smiles.

“Now then, why don’t you go see Alexander?” John spoke as he approached (Name). He gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, smiling at her.

“Right.” (Name) sniffed, feeling Lafayette press a kiss to her temple. She gave him a smile before walking past three of her boys to walk to Alexander’s office. She could hear his quick typing through the door.

Taking in a breath, she opened the door. She saw Alexander hunched over his laptop, his back to the door as he sat at the desk.

“John, I told you to stop bothering me while I’m working.” Alex growled, not looking to see that it wasn’t John who had opened the door.

(Name) gulped before responding. “It’s not John.”

Alexander’s flying fingers stilled. He stood from his chair and slowly turned. (Name) could see that he had also paled and let his scruff go wild. His hair was a mess, the dark circles under his eyes had gotten darker, and his eyes were red. He had cried over this whole ordeal.

“What are you doing here?” He muttered bitterly. (Name) didn’t answer quick enough for his liking, so he quickly repeated himself. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

(Name) flinched at his harsh tone, but she still held her ground, her tired eyes meeting his. “Alexander…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He spoke, walking closer to (Name) “Do you think that you can just walk back in here and expect everything to be the same? Do you have any idea what your walking out did to to me and Laf?!”

“Alexander please-”

“You don’t tell us where you’re going or where you’re going to be!” He went on with his ranting. “Laf has been a mess, he doesn’t know what to do with himself aside from firing his manager!”

The young woman took the tongue-lashing Alexander was giving her, trying to not let her tears spill over her eyes. She deserved what Alex had to say to her after what she had done.

It was a good few minutes before he was done, and even still he was muttering things under his breath. He couldn’t even meet her gaze for a good few moments before he looked up, his red eyes meeting (Name)’s. “Why… Why did you do it again?”

“Because… I just couldn’t stand being lied to by two of the people who I’m supposed to love unconditionally and trust.” (Name) whimpered.

“Like how you left us the first time? We trusted and loved you and you walked out on all of us.” He snapped, causing her to flinch again as several tears fell from her eyes.

“Alexander… I apologized then, and I’m apologizing now… The last thing I want is to hurt any of you, and leaving three days ago was the last thing I ever wanted to. I just- I just needed to get away and think. I was alway going to come back, I just needed time!” She was full on weeping at this point, her hands moving to cover her face. “I-I love you guys so much, hurting any of you is something I would never ever want to do. B-but writing lyrics is my life, and the fact that Lafayette’s manager thought that I wasn’t good enough for him was just something I couldn’t stand for!”

Alexander watched the young woman as she cried. He noticed the other three standing in the door, Lafayette was wiping away his falling tears while Hercules rubbed his back comfortingly. John was giving Alexander an incredulous look, basically saying ‘What in the hell are you doing? Comfort her, you dumbass!’ The young immigrant sighed, rubbing his forehead before walking closer to (Name). His hands moved to hers that were still covering her face, carefully, he pulled away her hands to see her red and tearful eyes.

“(Name)… You’re such a wonderful writer… I knew that the moment we met in art school all those years ago. I’ve seen you grow as a writer so much, and your lyrics are incredible, the best I’ve ever seen. Lafayette’s manager was an idiot to do that to you, but Laf was just so scared about telling you what was happening. Herc told us that you were worried about how you hadn’t changed since you left the first time… How you were losing confidence in your writing. But I promise you, you’ve come so far.”

The girl sniffled, trying to wipe her eyes. Alexander chuckled softly before wiping away her tears for her. The boys watching made note that this was the first time Alex has smiled since she left. “A-Alex… I-I’m so sorry.” She sobbed.

“Shh… I know.” Alexander murmured, pulling (Name) in for a hug, one which she gladly took as she gripped onto his shirt. He sighed, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He let the girl cry into his shoulder while he reveled in the fact that she was home.

“I love you, you asshole.” She whimpered through her crying as she clung to Alexander.

Alexander let out a chuckle before pressing a kiss to (Name)’s shoulder. “I guess I deserved that… I love you too, (Name). I’m glad to have you home… And I’m sorry too, for everything that I said… I didn’t mean any of it, really.” He spoke, moving back to bring (Name)’s face to his so he could press a chaste kiss to her lips. His hands went to cup her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her still falling tears.

As the two stood in Alexander’s office, pulling away from the kiss, the other three boys walked in. John put a hand on Alexander’s shoulder and Lafayette wrapped an arm around (Name)’s waist.

“Now then, since we’re all home again,” John began, smiling from Alexander to (Name). “Why don’t we all eat in tonight? It’ll give us all some time just… To be together.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hercules agreed, smiling down at his partners.

(Name) nodded, sniffling again. “I would like that too… I really would.” She spoke, wiping away the last of her tears.

Lafayette pressed a kiss to (Name)’s head. “It’s nice to have you home again, mon amour.”

“Agreed.” Alexander quipped, kissing (Name)’s cheek.

The young woman blushed at the attention she was getting, but still smiled at her four boys. “I love you guys… And I promise… For real this time, I’m not going to leave you guys ever again.”

And (Name) kept that promise, they all promised to stay together no matter what. It most certainly was kept, as stated by the rings they all wore, and the picture that they hung on their wall with all of the boys in their tuxedos and (Name) in her white dress.

Consequences of a Drunken Night

Part 1 - Drunken Night

Pairing: young!Sirius Black x reader

Words: 1811

Warnings: swearing and drunkness

Summary: you get drunk with your best friend Lily Evans and the Marauders take care of you but there’s something they didn’t expect to happen that night.

A/N: So here’s the Sirius Black x reader. It has two parts (I’ll post the other one tomorrow). I hope you like it!! I’ll post the James Potter x reader on Sunday and part 1 from the Supernatural series on Monday!

You were at The Three Broomsticks along with your friends James, Peter, Remus and Sirius and your best friend Lily. You were close friends with all of them and you did almost everything together but Lily was your closest friend. You were the most synchronized people in all Hogwarts and you told each other everything. You both knew what the other was thinking about with just a glance and your list of inside jokes was endless. You couldn’t ask for a better friend, and she felt the same about you. Bearing this in mind, it wasn’t a surprise for the boys that you were counting the drinks together so you would be equally drunk.

“Slow down, girls. You’ll regret this tomorrow,” Remus said with a chuckle as you drank your 11th shot of fire whiskey of the night, while they were still on their second butterbeer. They were so relaxed and careless during the year when it came to drinking that it surprised you they were taking it easy in summer vacations.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you monkey,” Lily slurred her words laughing at the way she called the poor boy that had to put up with her drunkenness. “You heard that, y/n? I called Remus a monkey!” she said to you. You laughed hysterically with her, almost falling from your chair.

“Woah there, love. You should be more careful,” Sirius said, showing concern with his words while he put you back on your sit grabbing you by the shoulders. He had been acting like if he was your mum all night and it was starting to piss you off. Of course, you liked that he cared about you so didn’t say anything at first, but now you were fed up of him not taking his eyes off you so you wouldn’t do anything stupid. You didn’t know why he did it. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to you being this drunk.

“And since when do you care, Black?” you snapped at him trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably. Lily was already exaggeratedly laughing beside you while Sirius looked at you with surprise. You were usually very kind and quiet, though didn’t fear to stand up for yourself. He liked how he got to know a new side of you every time, and this was no exception.

The four boys looked at you, amazed by your and Lily’s behavior. Sure, you did help them on some pranks when they needed it and sometimes you snicked out to roam around the school after care few. Getting in trouble didn’t scare you at all, but as far as they knew, you were quiet and bookish girls who had admirable grades and always turned in your homework on time. You were careful while drinking and oftenly you were the group’s moms while your friends got wasted. But now summer vacations had started and that meant no more exams or homework, so Lily and you just threw your quiet personality a side and had fun. Taking all this in consideration, the boys were startled when they saw you in this state. You were totally wasted and falling over each other, losing balance every time someone said something funny.

As you raised your hand to order more drinks, Sirius put it down and started helping you up your sit. At the same time, James was helping Lily. “I think you should stop with the drinking, y/n,” Sirius expressed his concern, guiding you to the door.

“I agree with Pads in this once, girls,” James acknowledged his friend’s opinion. “C'mon, Lily.” He was grabbing her shoulders and helped her stand up.

When the six of you were out, you felt the warm Summer breeze and smiled childishly at the feeling. Lily, on the other hand, felt the urge to dance. She didn’t really know why, so she blamed it all to the alcohol. She pouted and said to you, “Can we dance? I want to fucking dance.”

You put your hands on her shoulders so you wouldn’t fall and looked at her intensely, though drunkenly, in the eyes. “Well yes, my dear,” you shouted, throwing your arms in the air. You smiled and laughed together. “You guys sing, we dance,” you pointed at the four boys, who stood still and amused, and put an impatient face.

“C'mon I won’t be drunk forever!” Lily shouted, stumbling with her words and making a wide sweeping gesture with her arms. She fell over you and you, barely keeping balance, smiled widely at the four stunned boys.

“You’re gonna be so pissed at us for letting you drink this much tomorrow,” Remus said warningly. The other three could hardly contain their laughter, but nodded agreeingly with their friend.

“Sing!” your best friend demanded indignantly. Lily grabbed James’ hand and started dancing. Peter, who had had a few more beers than the rest of the Marauders, started singing something off-key with a big smirk on his face.

“Dare to dance, princess?” you asked Sirius with a grin, offering your hand. He looked at you with a suspicious expression squinting his eyes playfully, but took it anyways.

“So I’m the princess here?” he asked trying to contain a smile. He liked how careless you were, sober or drunk. In fact, he liked everything about you. Your concentrated face when you were studying something hard, which he found beautiful. The way you bit your bottom lip whenever you thought about a happy memory and the way you hummed muggle songs when you weren’t aware someone was listening. Yes, he liked you a lot. He even dared to say he loved you a couple of times, though never out loud. He didn’t know how to approach you in a more-than-friends way because he thought you wouldn’t like him back.

Boy, he was wrong. You liked him as much as he liked you and you could hardly hide it. Lily knew it, of course. You didn’t have to tell for her to figure it out. Sometimes you stared or smile at him without realizing and as a good friend Lily was, she teased you about it all the time. You were okay with her being like that but you were worried that Sirius would find out and started to distance himself or letting things get awkward. But being too busy checking if he was staring or smiling like an idiot at you, he didn’t pay attention to your staring and smiling.

“I was the one with the balls to ask so yes,” you answered matter-of-factly. Sirius burst in a full body laughter and kept dancing. He had one hand on the small of your back and the other was clasped around your hand. You both enjoyed it though he knew you wouldn’t remember it in the morning, which made him sad.

After the third time you almost fell, only staying on your feet because your dancing partner caught you, Sirius was starting to realize you should go home.

“Oi! Lily fell like five time over here, Pads. I think we should take them home,” James said to his friend, who nodded as a response, with worried eyes. James liked Lily, and, of course, she knew it. She liked him too but wouldn’t dare tell him. She acted hard to get so that he learned a lesson because he could get annoying and cocky as hell sometimes. It was starting to work, which made Lily fall even more for the boy, if that was even possible, as he was now a better person. You teased her when she talked about how James helped a younger student that day or how he defended a group of muggleborns from Snivellus’ bullying. You knew they would end up together somehow.

“Okay, love. I think we should get going before one of you gets hurt,” Sirius told you as he stopped dancing.

“Oh Merlin, relax mom!” you answered now dancing with Lily, both laughing till your stomachs hurt. But you suddenly stopped everything, as an idea crossed your mind. A stupid one. You smirked at the thought.

“Wait, no. We all know that look, y/n. You have a stupid idea,” Peter said concerned at what a drunken y/n could think about.

“We will only go,” you paused making sure they were all paying attention and continued, “if James kisses Lily and Sirius kisses me,” you said slurring your words and grinning widely. Both of the named teenagers blushed violently and the other two, Remus and Peter, burst into laughter.

“Yeah, you do that,” your drunk friend demanded pointing at them. They both gulped and looked at each other nervously, taking a few slow steps towards where you and your best friend were.

“For Godric’s sake, come here,” you said and walked towards Sirius, tripping on the way, though never actually falling. You grabbed him by the collar of his black leather jacket and pressed your lips to his. It was short, but passionate. Suddenly, you felt self-aware of your action and realized what you did. You pulled away and you smiled at him, biting your bottom lip, still feeling shivers going down your spine. Sirius smiled back, realizing he just kissed you, his crush since Merlin knew how much time. Everyone had their eyes wide open at your daring action, considering how shy you were when it came to romance, except for Lily who was waiting for her kiss impatiently. James got near her slowly and leaned in melting in a wonderful kiss with her. They both felt butterflies in their stomachs and pulled away softly, smiling widely at each other.

“Good, now we can go,” she said joyfully. Sirius took your hand in his, trying to enjoy the last moments with you before you would pass out on the couch forgetting everything you did.

Now, two drunk girls, two boys with bright red cheeks and two boys laughing at the show in front of them were walking home to rest and probably sleep until midday. Other teenagers that went out that night were looking at you realizing something happened and wondering what your story of that night was.

When you got to Lily’s house, where you were staying for the weekend, you both laid down on the couch and fell asleep almost instantly. The boys covered you both with a blanket and went on their way to James’ place.

“Do you think they’ll remember?” James asked, not as hopeful as he sounded.

“I don’t think so, Prongs,” his best friend answered.

They were disappointed as you wouldn’t remember the events of the night. Nonetheless, they shrugged it off. All of them were tired and wanted to sleep, there would be time to think about it the next day. Taking care of their drunk friends had drained all their energy and they needed to rest.

Part 2

Hero Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Can I request a bill skarsguard where the reader gets into a car accident Fluff! 😍💓

Warning: Car crash

Note: Enjoy!

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Originally posted by blisteredblue

You sighed as you finally saw it was time to get home from work. You loved your job working at a day care but it was always tiring at the end of the day and you just wanted to head home.

Despite you wanting to head home to cuddle with Bill you were always aware and diligent of your surroundings when driving. You gently slowed to a stop at the red light and let out a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror.

You looked a little tired but otherwise fine. You heard the music fade and be replaced by a cell phone ringing. You had a Subaru so you could connect your phone to the car and you were able to talk through your car when someone was calling.

You glanced at it real quick and smiled noticing the touch screen was telling you your friend and roommate Shelby was calling. You tapped on the pick up button and smiled, “Hey what’s up?”

“Nothin’ much. Are you on your way home?”

The light turned green and you continued to drive watching the speed limit and everything else well at the same time talking to your friend.

“Yeah I’m actually just leaving.” You replied.

“Okay. I made dinner for you by the way. Your favorite.”

“Really?” You asked your eyes widening.

“Yeah. I can’t wait until your home.”

“Me neither.” You sighed.

You stopped at another stop light and let your shoulders droop feeling a little tense. You couldn’t help it, you were getting a bad feeling in your gut and talking to your friend only made that feeling grow.

You bit your lip and took in your surroundings noticing a man was passing by the sidewalk. The stop light turned green and you began to pass by the intersection.

“I cant wait! I got-”

BAM!

You blinked and one second you were driving in your perfectly fine car and then the next you could hear a ringing. You were dazed and confused as the man came rushing over.

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DJ David Newsroom EXCLUSIVE: JESSE WILLIAMS Wife Wants Sole Custody CITES RAGE AND DATING HABITS

Jesse Williams’ wife says he is a reckless parent who has fits of rage and worries he exposes their kids to a “revolving door” of women this according to new, explosive divorce docs.

Aryn Drake-Lee has unloaded on the “Grey’s Anatomy” star, demanding sole custody for a variety of reasons. She says the children are being emotionally compromised because Jesse has exposed them to at least one intimate partner and possibly more. She wants the judge to order him to keep girlfriends away from the kids until he dates them for 6 months.

Aryn goes on, claiming Jesse has a violent temper and cites a road rage incident last month with his next-door neighbor. She says after an argument the neighbor flipped off Jesse, and he then “aggressively pursued him in his car” with their 2 kids inside. She says Jesse threatened to kill him.

She’s also pissed off that Jesse posts pics of their kids on social media and says he’s doing it as a “buffer for the negative talk about him in the media.”

As we reported, it appears Jesse is dating Minka Kelly and that might be behind some of her fury. Jesse has insisted his 13-year relationship and 5-year marriage didn’t end because of a “cute girl.

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She says the kids are showing psychological signs of damage and wants the judge to correct things, stat.

17| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 3888

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“So what have I missed?” You asked Yuna as the two of you went in to the Pas de Deux class. You gave Eungkwan a wave. He stood in his usual corner by the piano, doing fast piques. He gave you a quick smile back and then returned to his blank concentration.

“Not much.” Yuna told you. “Jimin’s still going on about standards. And he won’t let us do any lifts except straight up and down.”

You sat down on the floor. “After what happened with Jiwoo, I can see why.” You said, pulling your heels in and pushing your knees down.

Yuna gave you a pained look. “Seriously, we’re going to have to get into the more complex stuff sometime, it might as well be now. We don’t need to do overheads, but just something.”

You frowned, looking down at your pointe shoe. The sports tape was already beginning to come off. You sighed, trying to push it back down onto the blue-stained satin. Yuna passed you a roll of her toe tape. It was bright yellow with smiley faces on it.

“Shoe problems, (Name)?” Minjee smirked at you from across the room. Everyone turned to listen.

“Don’t concern yourself, Minjee I’ll still be able to dance. Shoes are a minor issue.” You fake smiled while ripping off a piece of tape and stuck it over the old one. Your shoes already looked awful smiley faces couldn’t make it that much worse.

She snorted, leaning back against the barre. “Yeah, let’s not get into the major issues. Like how you keep knocking everyone else over in your tutu.” A few of the girls glanced at each other, silently agreeing. You kept your face confident, but inside your nerves stirred. It hadn’t been knocking exactly, but you knew you’d misjudged a lot of distances. It had made a lot of the others lose their balance. “Your own dance isn’t so great anyway, but do you have to screw all of us up as well?”

You glared at her, not knowing how to answer. You couldn’t deny it.

But then Yuna spoke up. “She’s doing a damn good job considering she’s had a concussion for the past few days, or has everyone forgotten that?”

Minjee turned her toxic gaze to her. “The judges don’t know that now, do they?” She looked around the class. “All they’ll see is a little bitch who has no connection to her class and dances round sloppily in a tutu which she doesn’t deserve. It doesn’t matter if poor baby (Name) hit her head. There aren’t any excuses in ballet, are there, (Name)?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, anger rising in you.

The door opened. Everyone snapped around.

“Good Morning, class!” Jimin strode into the room, followed by Mrs Shin. A thrill shot up your body. He wore the usual black shoes, trackpants and a fitted v-neck t-shirt which gave a small glimpse of his muscular chest. He seemed oblivious to the tension which was slowly leaving the room. Minjee gave you one last snide look as everyone stood up.

“Good Morning, sir.”

Jimin looked darkly around your class, his gaze brushing over you. Eventually he settled on Kihyun, who’d been sitting against the wall with Jongsoo and Dongwon. “Mister Lee Kihyun.” Jimin said. “You’ve been given permission to join back into my classes.”

You looked up sharply. What? Would he be your partner? Horrible flashes came back to you, no air, not breathing, suffocated by his arm, his body too close, the heat, his nails digging into you. You gulped. No, no Kihyun couldn’t dance with you, but surely he would have learnt his lesson? Surely he knew now how to hold someone, but you were happy with Eungkwan or comfortable, at least. Jimin surely wouldn’t let him dance with right? He had seemed so angry at him.

But Jimin’s expression was neither worried nor displeased. In fact, his business-like face was almost happy. “Dongwon, you will be partnered with Jongsoo. Kwangsik will be dancing with Yuna and Minjee, you will be partnered with Kihyun.” Wow you gaped at him with wide eyes along with the rest of the class, he had just skipped their surnames.

“What?” Exclaimed Minjee.

Dongwon and Jongsoo were looking at each other in horror.

You were worried for Kwangsik though, who’d been standing alone at the back, he looked petrified. You knew he had only been watching classes, much like Kihyun, because of the accident. But Yuna was surely the best person for him to get back into Pas de Deux with. She would understand his fears. You looked back to Jongsoo and Dongwon.

“But we’re both guys.” Jongsoo was complaining very fiercely.

“Yes, Jongsoo.” Jimin nodded. “I realize that. There is a lot to be learnt from reversing roles. If you want proper understanding of your partner then you need to understand what it feels like to be the person being held. You’ll stay partners for a few days and then I will change it again.”

“Wait, he’s my partner.” Minjee said incredulously, her hands on her hips. “I’m not swapping for Kihyun.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Why not?”

“Because Jongsoo is my partner! Why me? Why not someone else? Why not (Name)? She was Kihyun’s old partner! That guy.” She pointed nastily at Eungkwan. “Isn’t even in our class.” Eungkwan’s face remained blank. You wondered if it mattered to him if he wasn’t needed here anymore. He could go back to Ballet History. He wouldn’t have to put up with your class and your own inexperienced dancing…

“I want to go with Kihyun!” Seohyun spoke up, sounding like a little kid demanding a toy someone else was playing with.

Jimin shook his head. “Mister Kyo and Miss Gyeon, this is not up for discussion. And neither is your partnership, Miss Gwan. I have chosen you for a good reason.”

“What reason?” Demanded Minjee.

He smiled at her politely, although you caught the devious glint in his eyes. Your curiosity sparked, but he quickly clapped his hands. “Positions, please! Everyone begin with promenades in retiré. Mrs Shin.”

Mrs Shin began the first opening bars, and Jimin went to talk to Yuna and Kwangsik quickly. Hopefully to reassure him. You went to Eungkwan, for once grateful to be back in his hands, and not in Kihyun’s.

“I am not going to be the girl, dude.” You heard Jongsoo say to Dongwon behind Eungkwan and you. You looked in the mirror.

Eungkwan gave a tiny laugh behind you and you couldn’t help but smile a little as you watched Jongsoo tentatively put his hands on Dongwon’s hips. Dongwon looked like he was about to barf. Minjee and Kihyun stood right next to you, she was grumpily letting Kihyun prepare. You were happy that you weren’t his partner, however you felt a little sympathetic towards him. His hands were rested ever so lightly on Minjee’s waist, and he swallowed, his eyes fixed on what he was doing.

“Alright and five six seven eight and ladies to retiré.” You went onto pointe and lifted one foot sideways to your knee.

“And turn five six seven.” Eungkwan walked gently around you, turning you as he went. “Add arms from second to fifth.” Your arms came above your head and floated back out to the sides. You breathed in the music. It was slow and sensual, unlike the fast-paced review piece.

“More fluid, Miss Gwan!” Jimin ordered as he walked down the rows, scrutinizing every couple. “And into front attitude.” You stretched your leg out in front of you, leaning back against Eungkwan. The back of your head rested against his shoulder.

You had a sudden yearning, almost painful. You wished it was Jimin’s shoulder, because it wouldn’t be a position, it would be a comfort. A girl resting her head against her love’s shoulder, taking solace in his warmth. You straightened ungracefully. What? What were you thinking? Jimin was your teacher nothing more than that.

And besides, the man himself now walked around the class, correcting people, taking no notice of you. “Into full promenades!” You stretched your leg all the way out behind you and you caught sight of  Dongwon and Jongsoo in the mirror. “Stop freaking moving!” Jongsoo demanded as Dongwon tried to do the normal, unpartnered promenade.

“I can’t balance with you jostling me.” Dongwon muttered.

“Gentlemen, stop bickering.” Ordered Jimin, not bothering to look at them as he helped Seohyun with her turnout.

“Work as a unit! And final turn six seven eight. Miss Gwan keep your leg up. Alright change to the arm.” It was difficult, since Eungkwan let go of your waist altogether, leaving you en pointe on one foot, and came a round to take your hand and arm.

“For God’s sake!” Minjee cursed beside you for the hundredth time. She’d lost her balance without Kihyun.

“Engage your core, Miss Gwan, and you won’t lose balance!” Jimin strode over to the two of them.

“You have to keep me on centre.” She snapped at Kihyun and went back up again. “And get your feet out of the way.” She added and Kihyun nodded and swallowed, now watching his feet steps carefully around her.

During fouettes, Minjee managed to kick Kihyun in the groin. He grunted and let go of her. “You should be holding me further away!” She exclaimed as he crumpled over.

“You kicked on the wrong freaking side!” He groaned into his knees.

The class had already broken out into sniggers.

“Aren’t you wearing a freaking groin belt?” Minjee snapped back, when he still hadn’t recovered.

“Miss Gwan.” Jimin said calmly. “Calculate your fouettes next time. Mister Lee, do join in as soon as you can. Mrs Shin, if you please.”

There wasn’t an exercise where Minjee and Kihyun didn’t have some sort of argument.

By the time you got to combinations, both of them had battered each other to a pulp, though no one really understood how. Even Dongwon and Jongsoo seemed to have managed better, though they’d spent a lot of their time swearing at each other about how heavy they were.

“And straight into a pirouette! And keep turning!” Jimin had his hands behind his back, focussing intensely on the dancers in front of him. “Come on Miss Gwan! You should still be turning! And up into arabesque! Stay en pointe! And lift!” Kihyun tried to lift Minjee. He huffed as he tried to hold her to the same height as everyone else.

“That’s not good enough, Miss Gwan! And down – ”

“Jesus!” Minjee exclaimed, stopping midstep. “It’s not me that’s the freaking problem!” She glared at Jimin. “It’s Kihyun!”

To your surprise, Jimin gave a lopsided grin, folding his arms and leaning back against the barre. “Really, Miss Gwan?”

“Yes!” She hissed.

Jimin’s grin widened. “So you’re blaming Mister Lee for your bad performance?”

Frowning, like the rest of the class she looked at Jimin as she repeated a ‘yes.’ Around you the others were nodding in agreement.

“Because after last time’s mishap it’s obvious that Mister Lee is the one doing things wrong?”

“Yes.”

You looked confused at Jimin. What was he doing? This was horrible.

“And if any girl were to dance with Mister Lee she would undoubtedly have the same troubles you’re having?”

“Yes.” She said. You could see Kihyun’s face fall. Why was Jimin being so harsh to him? Surely it wasn’t fair…

“And if you were to dance with Mister Kyo, as you have been the past few weeks, you yourself would be absolutely fine?”

“Yes.” She said sharply.

Jimin pushed himself off the barre, unfolding his arms. “Mister Kyo, then.” He gestured for Jongsoo to join Minjee. Kihyun’s, head hung very low as he began walking to the back of the class. However Jimin shook his head. “No, Mister Lee, you will stay.” Kihyun turned back to him, confused. Jimin’s grin was lost for a moment, as his face turned serious. Suddenly he was looking at you. “Miss (Surname), can you partner Mister Kihyun for this combination?”

Everyone looked at you. After everything that had happened last time? After Jimin’s reaction. He wanted you to dance with Kihyun? You prayed your horror wasn’t so blatantly plastered on your face as it was on your mind. There was no way you could, but Jimin’s eyes held yours. He was telling you to trust him. Trust that he knew what he was doing, that he wouldn’t let Kihyun hurt you again.

The surprise of your class was obvious when you slowly nodded to Jimin. He smiled at you. It made you feel like your heart was glowing. God, you could have stared at that smile all day, but as soon as you had seen it, it disappeared and Jimin turned to mark out the movements. You nervously went to stand by a terrified looking Kihyun. Yuna shot you a concerned look as you tried to give him a reassuring smile. If he was hurting Minjee then she would have complained about it, you told yourself. Still, the images of your last dance with Kihyun wouldn’t leave you.

“Alright, begin with three steps forward, then promenade held by the hands. Ladies hold en pointe and then pirouette. Then lift, ending in back attitude.” Jimin narrowed his eyes at Minjee. “It’s short, but I’m sure you’ll be able to prove a point in that time, Miss Gwan.” He nodded for Mrs Shin to begin playing.

Kihyun hesitantly took your hands. Trust Jimin. Trust Jimin. “And steps forward.”

Kihyun walked you forward. “Up to arabesque.” Your nerves began screaming. The way he had held you last time no. Trust Jimin.

Kihyun gently turned you around. Jimin. This would be fine. Jimin wouldn’t let anything happen.

Kihyun let go of your hands, and you were left en pointe by yourself. Next to you, Jongsoo let go of one of Minjee’s hands, and then the other, not breaking contact with her. That way she couldn’t lose her balance.

“Now pirouette.” Unlike last time, Kihyun hands only turned you a few times. It wasn’t like Eungkwan at all. It was nervous, shaky, but it wasn’t painful. Jimin had been right, it was okay, but what about the lift? Oh God, the lift! When you’d lost all your breath, when Kihyun had dropped you, when…but as you plied in preparation, Jimin’s eyes locked with yours. It will be alright, they seemed to say. And as Kihyun lifted you from the waist, you gracefully rose into the air, your arms high above.

All the while, Jimin looked at you, keeping your mind eerily calm and still. He only looked away when you were safely back on the ground, holding the final attitude around Kihyun. Mrs Shin finished with a flourish of high notes.

Whilst you willed your heart to beat again, Jimin was already looking at Minjee. “Miss (Surname) seems to have fared well with Mister Lee, Miss Gwan.” You glanced back at Kihyun. He gave you a weak, relieved smile. You returned it, happy for him.

“Of course.” Jimin continued. “I would have expected nothing less from someone who’s been tutored by Master Jinho.”

You looked at Kihyun again. He was blushing deeply. Of course they wouldn’t have stopped him learning Pas de Deux altogether. Master Jinho had probably been giving him private lessons ever since the accident.

Jimin was grinning once more. “So, Miss Gwan, by means of simple deduction, we can see that it was you, not Mister Lee, who was the problem.”

Minjee’s nostrils flared. “That doesn’t explain why I did totally fine with Jongsoo sir.”

Jimin ignored the insult. “Mister Kyo is very accustomed to your laziness in partnering, Miss Gwan. I would have you dance with another person, but I believe Mister Lee proved it well enough.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “Both of you show me the change over from the promenade to the pirouette.” In a glimmer of realization, you understood what Jimin meant.

With more confidence this time, Kihyun let go of your hands, balancing you precariously by yourself, and walked around to take your waist. Jongsoo did the same as before, always giving Minjee something to balance on as he changed hands. “You see, Miss Gwan. You rely solely on Mister Kyo to keep you balanced, whereas Miss (Surname) was able to balance without the help of her partner. This time, Mister Kyo, perform it properly.”

They did it again, without Jongsoo’s support and Minjee lost her balance and had to go back on flat. Behind you, your class exchanged amused glances and Minjee cheeks turned an angry red. “There are two lessons you should learn from this, Miss Gwan.” Jimin said nonchalantly.

“Firstly, Pas de Deux is not about laziness on the lady’s part, Miss Gwan. You work just as hard as the gentleman. From now on I will not give exception to your bad habits. And Mister Kyo.” He looked to Jongsoo. “Never lower your standards on another person’s behalf.” He flicked a glance at Minjee. “They’re usually not worth it.”

The class sniggered. “The second lesson, Miss Gwan.” Jimin went on, not caring that Minjee was on the brink of bursting from anger or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell which. "Is that you should never judge another dancer until you know that you can do better than them. Only then can you possibly understand what they are doing wrong. And as I understand it, Miss Gwan, you seem to have judged a few people who are far beyond your skill and experience.“ His eyes wavered to you for just a second and his actions finally fell into place.

You should have known this morning when he’d asked you who’d organised the footbath stunt that he wouldn’t have just let it go by. But he’d seemed so distant, so uncaring. You looked at him, trying to decipher the complex man you seemed to have become so curious of, but his cool expression betrayed nothing. Minjee too, seemed to have realized what this was about.

Minjee wasn’t short, but she wasn’t tall, either. Jimin towered over her, powerful just in his stance. For once, she had nothing to say. He looked too terrifying. "It wasn’t your place to blame Mister Lee, just as it’s not your place to pass judgement on any of your peers. The teachers, the ballet masters and mistresses, and, above all, the audience, are the ones who have proper right to judge a performance. I knew Mister Lee was doing fine with you. Your judgement was wrong, and unnecessary.”

His eyes narrowed. “But you thought you were right. Just like you think it’s right to punish those who your judgements concern?” If there had been any doubt before, now everyone was certain of what Jimin was referring to. He turned to the class, leaving a fuming Minjee behind him.

“Understand that none of you have any authority to pass judgement, much less to act on those judgements.” He looked from person to person, his gaze as unavoidable as it was terrifying. “And if any of you ever decide you have the right to 'punish’ someone again, you will be out of this class and every class of Amour within a day. Are we in understanding?”

“Yes sir.” Everyone chorused. Your heart thudded as you curtsied. He had as much power in here as he had in his dance. You wondered if he knew just how much power he had over everyone’s emotions, or at least yours, but then that wasn’t saying much. You were a ridiculous exception.

Jimin gave everyone one last measured look, everyone except you.“Class dismissed.” He then said and began heading for the door, but then stopped in an afterthought. “Oh, and Mister Kyo and Mister Nam, I am surprised you found lifting each other so difficult, seeing as you spent much of last night carrying trunks around.”

Jongsoo paled and Jimin raised his eyebrows, pushing open the door. He looked at you for a short moment, just long enough for you to give him a silent 'thanks’. He nodded, his expression the same as when Kihyun had lifted you. Not the powerful teacher your class had just witnessed, but as something entirely else. Jimin looked you for a few moments more, then he left.

The room went completely still. No one seemed to know what to do or say. Even Seohyun and Hyeun, who always seemed to break such silences, were silent.

“Aha!” Suddenly the door was thrown open. In bounded Taehyung and Yoongi. What on Earth?

“Thank God you’re all still here!” Taehyung exclaimed as a wicked smile spread across Yoongi’s face. They were already dressed in their normal clothes. Taehyung in a curry colored sweater and skinny jeans, and Yoongi in a black turtleneck with black skinny jeans. Strangely, Taehyung was looking very serious as he stood in front of your bewildered class, keenly looking at them.

“Now. Which one is Gwan Minjee?”

Everyone looked over to Minjee, who was looking comically confused. “Aha!” Exclaimed Taehyung once again. In three quick strides he was right in front of her. Even you felt slightly sorry for her. Taehyung was a giant compared to her. You gave Yoongi a questioning look. He just grinned conspiratorially.

Taehyung held out his hand to Minjee. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” He said pleasantly. “You wear Bloch Pointe Shoes, right?”

Minjee nodded bemusedly, not taking his hand.

Taehyung nodded back seriously, uncaringly dropping his hand back to his waist. “Yes, apparently there’s been a duff batch made back at the factory in Russia. My father, he’s the headmaster, you know, told me I need to come and check yours, to make sure your not at risk off a snapping shank, if you know what I mean?”

“Okay.” She trailed off.

“Great!” Taehyung knelt down and quickly took her left foot, almost knocking her off balance. “Hmm…hmhm.” He turned her shoe left and right, then held the toe box in two massive hands.

Yoongi cleared his throat loudly. “Tae…”

Taehyung gave him an irritated look and stopped his examination, then looked at Minjee. “You do have a performance pair of pointe shoes, right?”

Minjee nodded. Performance pairs. God, you wished you’d had some, but damn quality pointe shoes was expensive.

“Splendid!” Taehyung exclaimed, his loud voice booming around the room. He continued to turn her foot all kind of ways without injuring her “Well.” He said eventually, standing back up. “They seem to be absolutely fine, Miss Gwan.” He shook her hand again. “Charming to meet you. And good luck all of you for the review!” He waved jubilantly and bounded out of the room. What on Earth?

By the piano, Eungkwan’s intelligent mind was ticking, and he frowned. “Mister Min I don’t believe Bloch shoes are factory made.” Yoongi just grinned at him. “Don’t worry, my friend, it was a bit of a-” Yoongi lifted an eyebrow in thought, then looked at Minjee with the most mischievous smile. “Sticky situation.”

“Oh my God!” Cried Minjee and you all turned to look.

You covered your mouth to stop from laughing. The entire toe box of her shoe was covered in bright red bubblegum. Dawon must have told them.

You looked back to the front, but the boys had fled. You could hear Yoongi and Taehyung’s laughter, echoing down the corridor.

“What the hell?” Minjee exclaimed. “My freaking pointe shoe!”

2

B99 + Single Parent AU: in which Jake becomes a father, Bernice leaves, and Amy does what she can to help.   

Jake is smitten from the get go. He’s ecstatic about meeting a girl who loves the Brooklyn Nets and Die Hard as much as he does. He relishes in every afternoon they spend lounging on his couch, watching basketball games, and yelling at the TV after terrible plays or bad referee calls. He cherishes every morning he wakes up snuggled close to his jaktractive girlfriend in her Nakatomi Plaza security t-shirt. He’s all sorts of shocked and scared when she tells him she’s pregnant, but mostly he’s just excited – excited for what’s to come, excited to live the rest of their lives together.

Everything starts to go downhill when they move in together. Their relationship gets increasingly strained as they realize just how serious this all is. Their mutual love of basketball and cop movies seems laughably insignificant compared to their contrasting life goals.

Despite their issues, Jake tries to make things work. He tries even harder after their baby is born – even if he’s down to getting 2 hours of sleep each night, and even if every other conversation he has with Bernice is some form of an argument. He doesn’t stop trying because there’s no way in hell he would even consider turning his back on his family. Not after everything Roger’s done, not after everything Roger’s failed to do.

Bernice walks out when their daughter is five months old, and Jake’s entire world turns upside down. They had just figured out somewhat of a routine, things were finally starting to get better, and he was so sure everything was going to be okay. Reading her goodbye letter the umpteenth time over, he is stunned. For all the time he spent worrying he would turn into his father, he had no clue he would become his mother.

With Bernice gone, everything is back to square one with the baby. The almost established routine is ruined. Suddenly, he’s having to look into babysitters, nannies, and infant day care – none of which he can afford, really. He somehow manages to get by with a ton of help from Karen.

He buries himself in his work and pretty much shuts everyone out. He doesn’t talk when Terry or Charles asks about how he’s doing. He doesn’t join Rosa or Gina for drinks at Shaw’s. He doesn’t crack any jokes with Amy or Holt. For weeks, he just doesn’t allow himself to feel. With everything going on, he doesn’t exactly have time to feel anything other than ridiculously exhausted.

It’s Amy who eventually gets him to open up again, although truthfully she doesn’t do much to prompt this. They’re hours into an overnight stakeout (his first since Bernice left) and are taking turns telling stories to pass the time. He’s in the middle of recounting last week’s baby bath time fiasco when he mentions Bernice without realizing it (another first since his regretful announcement). Amy tries to change the subject, to give him an out, but he keeps talking – about his frustrations, fears, everything. Their perp doesn’t turn up at all that night, but neither of them think the stakeout’s a bust. 

Amy’s over at his place the weekend after, and she’s so awkwardly stiff in handling his baby. She offers to help with cleaning and restocking supplies instead, but with loads of guidance and encouragement from Jake, she very quickly grows into it and becomes a baby whisperer of sorts. She’s back at his place the next weekend and every weekend after that. 

While everything with Bernice had happened so quickly, it takes a few years or so for Jake to realize he’s in love with Amy. He’s watching her tie his daughter’s hair into a neat bun (for a private baby ballet and modern dance class with Auntie Rosa and Auntie Gina) when the realization hits him all at once and at full force. He loves her. He really, really loves her. 

→ inspired by @emilybrontay‘s but the absolute luck is, love is in our hearts

{Here’s Bonus: Pining!Amy… because I got hella carried away with this AU.}

If Amy were to be completely honest, she’d admit she’s found Jake attractive since they were first introduced. She might have once or twice considered what it would be like to go out with him, but she doesn’t really start thinking about the two of them romantic stylez until he starts dating Bernice. Amy’s seen Jake with other girls in the past, but this is different; Jake’s never been so happy. 

For the most part, Amy’s happy that Jake’s happy. Bernice is great, and she and Jake are so similar that it makes perfect sense their relationship is progressing so quickly. What does not make sense to Amy is how often she imagines Jake being her cute, adoring boyfriend rather than Bernice’s. 

When Jake announces that Bernice is pregnant (by bringing out a tiny Brooklyn Nets baby onesie at their morning briefing), Amy’s stomach drops. She had sort of been waiting for the other shoe to drop (because in her head, a healthy relationship could not be founded on basketball and cop movies), but the pregnancy meant they were in it for the long haul.

Amy works on moving on in the following months. She starts to put herself out there again and tries to get back in the dating game. Despite this, she can’t help but notice that Jake’s been a little less cheery and that Bernice has gotten a lot more cold. She isn’t sure whether something’s actually up or if this is just pregnancy-related stress or if this is all just jealousy talking.

When Jake shows her the tear-stained, wrinkled goodbye letter, Amy is  angry (at Bernice), devastated (for the baby), and worried (about Jake). But a small part of her is also overjoyed, and she absolutely hates herself for it.

It takes awhile for Jake to let her (and everyone else) back into his life, but when this happens, she resolves to put her feelings aside. She knows that what Jake needs is a helping hand with his daughter, not a new girl to date. 

She sticks around because he’s her partner and best friend (and because his kid has her wrapped around her chubby little finger). With seeing him become the amazing father she always knew he would be, she falls for him a little bit more each day. 

For a second, she lets herself believe that his soft looks mean something other than gratitude. 

Shout out to @peraltiagoisland & @elsaclack for the help and headcanons!!! ♥

anonymous asked:

For me, Batman getting married does not mean he can't be Batman anymore. If anything, him marrying Selina makes sense because she is probably the most likely person he can be married to and still be Batman at the same time. In my mind, I think the man just wants some peace.

Creators need to get over their hang ups about romance and marriage, and the marriage-means-the-end-of-the-story trope needs to die a fiery death. Superman and Lois Lane were married for fifteen years, hell, they’re married right now. Black Canary and Green Arrow got married, and the only reason their marriage ended was because DC Comics suddenly decided that superheros should be bachelors. The common thought seems to be that if Batman gets married (because marriage means happiness by default) he will become less dark and brooding and therefore less interesting. Earth-2 Batman was happily married for years and was still dark and brooding and heroic. Powergirl even once described him as being “really crazy.”

The superheros must have unhappy personal lives is so beyond tired. I said this in my criticism of DC’s status quo a couple of years ago but, you need good things and happy moments to counteract the bad because it makes things like tragedy more poignant and impactful when they happen. 

Tom King said it himself: the well has run dry on the Batman-as-a-sacrificial-hero-endless-tragedy cycle, which coincidentally is almost the exact opposite of what Batman’s last writer had to say about him. Being bold and taking risks as a writer doesn’t always involve shock and gore. There’s way more opportunities story wise by allowing Batman and Catwoman to get married than not. There’s opportunities for developing character relationships that wouldn’t exist otherwise (like Selina and the batfam) and it opens more opportunities for stories across the DC Universe. Selina could turn down Bruce’s proposal and he’ll be sad then that’ll be it. He’ll brood for a few pages and then we’ll just be off to the next arc. But if she accepts it opens the doors for a lot of stories that have never been told, because DC Comics has never dared to do it before. For example I really want to know how the Justice League reacts to the revelation.

The thing that makes Batman and Catwoman work is their ability to reconcile both parts of who they are. They don’t compartmentalize Bruce and Selina and Batman and Catwoman: they see each other as one whole person. All of Bruce’s past relationships ultimately failed because his respective partner couldn’t ever be completely involved in his life. Silver St. Cloud ended things because she couldn’t handle the superhero lifestyle, and Bruce was briefly engaged to Julie Madison, when he had amnesia and had no idea that he was Batman. The second he regained his memory it was over. 

Batman can’t be with someone who’s safety he has to constantly worry about. Selina is the only person that has really been able to share all parts of his life with and the only person he can form that type of partnership with. They’ve both been there for each other at their lowest and darkest moments, they’ve had access to each other that others haven’t, and because of who they are they understand each other in ways that are impossible for other people. Batman was there for Catwoman when her guilt over the Black Mask fiasco caused her to act out self destructively, and Bruce confided in Selina about his attempted suicide after his parents deaths. 

Going by some of the recent events and some of things Tom King has said, I don’t know if the consensus is, where Batman and Catwoman to marry, that would mean the end of Bruce’s crime fighting career. I haven’t been reading so there could be something to indicate that I don’t know about, but the sense that I’m getting is that everyone, fans, writers, everyone is exhausted from grimdark Batman and think there’s room in his life and story for a little bit of happiness. 

Batman and Catwoman work because of who they are and it would be a huge waste of opportunity to throw all of that away if they got married. 

Sorry, I've never done an ask before or like a request :/

How would the dads react to dadsona running passed them holding their kid/kids, who is equally freaked out because they are being chased by something (kinda funny like a duck lol)?

[is alright 👌 sorry for the late reply and not many posts today - mod rae]

🎣Brian : “Brian! Help!” your voice is high and scratchy, something rare. Daisy’s hand is clutched in yours tightly as you run towards your partner. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Brian looks up at the sound of your voice, a worried look cascading over his face when he sees the both of you. “Duck!” Daisy squeals as she throws a quick glance over her shoulder. The waddling and loudly quacking duck seems to be gaining speed, its lil webbers smacking the pavement with loud “thwacks”. Brian bursts into a hearty chuckle. “Are you scared?” he teases and does nothing to help you, even stepping away when you and Daisy run behind him. “Yes we are!” Daisy tugs on your hand to drag you to the door of the house. The duckies let’s out another angry quack and starts to peck at the edge of your shoes, making you jump and scream.

🏋Craig : “Bro, is that a duck?” Craig shouts over to you from the frontyard where he’s doing push-ups. A small shriek from you confirms his suspicions, and he tells the twins to get off his back so that he can get a closer look. River is bundled up in your arms but doesn’t seem too scared. In fact, she’s blubbering and making happy baby noises as she bounces up and down in your hold. You throw a desperate look at the duck flapping its wings at you and somehow will yourself to move faster. Craig jogs over to you, separating the duck from chasing you. It quacks annoyingly and tried to peck at his feet. “Now now, back to your home,” he picks the duck up despite it quacking angrily while trying to peck his finger off. Craig starts towards the park where there is a small pond and you try to catch your breath.

🐶Damien : He’s working on the garden when you come flying through the door, but the duck still chases after you. Lucien cursed and only then does Damien poke his head into the living room. “Are you alright, dar- Is that a duck? Why is it in the house?” his voice is stark and he’s clearly in shock. “Help!” you can only cry out as the duck chases your heels and Lucien climbs onto the dining table to avoid it. For once Damien doesn’t scold him. “Hold tight, sweetheart!” he scrambles to get some bread from the kitchen, before luring the duck with the small bits of food out the door. He shuts it tight in its face and smiles a little. “Now get off the table, Lucien. That’s not the proper way for a gentleman to act. And I hope that you’re not hurt?” Damien plants a soft kiss on your cheek despite Lucien making gagging sounds in the back.

📚Hugo : He nearly drops his laptop in fright when your first scream reached his ears. Hugo was about to work on some stuff but the moment he hears you, he puts his laptop down and rushes out to find you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” he shouts. You run into him, colliding into his chest as both of you were looking in separate directions. “Duck! Oof- Duck!” you pull Hugo up and he looks behind to see the duck quacking after you. “Duck!” you shriek again. He lets out an amused half laugh, shooing the duck away with his hand. “Go on, don’t bother us,” Hugo insists and the duck snaps at his hand. You’re clicking his middle from behind rather tightly, shaking a little even. Eventually the duck turns and waddles off, but not after quacking at you one last time. “You ok? That scared me, I thought you died,” he sighs, pulling you into a lingering kiss.

💒Joseph : “Duck! Duck, daddy! Duck! Duck!” Christie’s over enthused yells for Joseph and Christian’s ear-piercing screams make you have a headache while you run. Was that even possible? Soon enough you can see Joseph’s head pop out of the front door as you nearly the house. “Duck!” you’re chest is heaving with the need to just stop and slowly die while you’re legs are burning with the work. “Don’t fear, Spider King is here to save the day!” Joseph wields a whisk in his hand as he closed the door behind him. You feel the urge to roll your eyes but currently you were busy focusing on trying not to get killed by a duck. Soon all 3 of you are locked in the house and outside Joseph is literally fighting off a duck with s whisk. You can see Ernest videoing him from his own house window.

☕Mat : “Run! Faster!” you puff for air as Carmensita charges ahead of you. Who knew that kid could run so fast? She had left you behind with the angriest duck you had ever seen tagging you. You’re trying not to pass out. Somehow Carmensita makes it to the Coffee Spoon first, and the glass door slams shut infront of you. You can almost feel all hope draining out from you but you push yourself to carry on. Eventually you slam the door close in front of the duck who still strides around outside the glass barrier. You’re panting for breathe when you turn around and see Mat holding Carmensita close to him. “Was that a duck?” he sounds so scared, so, so scared.

🔪Robert : You had absolutely no idea how on earth Val could sprint in 3 inch heels, but by her speed, you’re pretty sure this wasn’t her first time. Apparently she was allergic to ducks. The moment both of you had spotted one while strolling in the park together, she had taken off without a word. Now you were trying to catch up with Val as the duck had decided to chase you all the way back to Robert’s house. When you near his place, he’s on the front yard playing fetch with Betsy, not even passing a glance at Val who slams the door shut. But the moment he sees you grinning he bursts into laughter, maybe it’s because of your terrible form. You have to screams at him to get the duck away and even then, it takes him forever to do so.