Niklaus paced in the
yard in the Mikaelson house, he and his siblings trying to think of a way to
stop their aunt Dahlia. Hayley was trying to put Hope to bed.
“I can’t take her down
on my own.” Fraya told her new found siblings.
“Then we get more
witches.” Nik said getting frustrated.
“Well then you’re
lucky.” Marcel said as he walked in the yard. “Because Davina said that the
ancestors and the living witches of New Orleans just felt a powerful witch come
in New Orleans yesterday.”
“I didn’t feel
anything.” Fraya said frowning.
“That’s because you’re
not a New Orleans witch.” Marcel explained.
“Great, how can we
find her?” Klaus turned to Marcel waiting for an answer.
“Davina agreed to help
if you stop harassing her.” Marcel said crossing his hands in front of his
chest, with a small glare on his face. “And help her bring Kol back.”
Elijah said. “Consider it done.”
“Okay then, how can
Davina find her?” Rebekah asker her on and off boyfriend.
“She’ll be able to
feel the source of power if she concentrated hard enough.” Marcel once again
explained what Davina had told him.
“Then let us take a
trip around New Orleans then.” Niklaus said and he, Elijah and Marcel left the
house and went to pick up Davina.
Davina was walking
around New Oleans with the two Originals, Fraya and Marcel. They were all
following her as she closed her eyes and walked to where she felt the most
magic coming from. Suddenly Fraya stops and gasps, they all turn to look at
“I can feel her, we’re
very close.” Fraya said gasping for air. She calmed down after a bit and,
Davina and her walked up to a skyscraper.
“She’s in this
building.” Davina said and Fraya nodded in confirmation.
Klaus compelled the
door man and found out who is the newest resident. They were given the number
of the floor and get in the big elevator it fits them all comfortably. They got to one of the top penthouses in the
“She’s here, I’m
sure.” Fraya said once they got out of the elevator. Klaus rang the bell and
they all waited for it to open. When the
door opened they all were shocked. They didn’t know what to expect well they
thought that they’ll be met with an old witch. They didn’t expect you at all.
“Yes?” You asked to
the group of vampires and witches in front of you.
“Hello, I’m Klaus-“ “I
already know who you are.” You interrupted they hybrid. “What do you want?”
“Can’t we just say
hello to the newest witch in town?” Klaus asked giving you a charming smile
that most women fell for and Marcel along with Davina rolled their eyes.
“You can, but that’s
not why two Mikaelsons, an ex-Mikaelson, a new Mikaelson and a harvest girl
doing on my door steps.” You crossed your hand and raised an eyebrow.
They all looked at
each other, wandering how you knew them.
“Looks like you have
been well informed.” Elijah said taking rains of the conversation.
“Yes, a witch must
always know what she’s waking into.” You said and leaned on the doorframe. “Now
how can I be of assistance?”
“We need your help
with something.” Elijah said. You raised an eyebrow and nodded your head for
him to continue.
“Won’t you invite us
in, love?” Klaus asked before Elijah
“No, now Elijah please
preside.” You said, Klaus glared at you and huffed. He was acting like a kid in
our opinion. Klaus was very much interested in you, you seemed like a witch
with so much power and knowledge, yet you looked young.
“Our aunt Daliah wants
to take Klaus’ daughter and we need your help in taking her down.” Fraya said
hopeful. You hummed and thought about what you wanted to do, before your eyes
settled on Davina.
“Why did you bring
Davina then?” You asked. You knew form just looking at her that she didn’t
really want to be here.
“We made a deal with
the little witch.” Klaus said and you raised an eyebrow.
“And you Davina, do
you think I should help the Mikaelsons?” Everyone turned to look at Davina. She
shifted uncomfortable under the attention.
“I-I think you should
help them save Hope. Only because she’s young and she doesn’t have a say in
anything her family has ever done.” You nodded at her satisfied with her
“Okay then, I’ll meet
you at your house in two hours.” With that you closed the door in their faces,
and turned around to see a young teen girl standing behind you, her arms
crossed in front of her chest.
“Are you really going
to help them?” She asked you.
“Yes.” You nodded.
“Davina is right, and you know I can’t let a child get hurt, no matter who
their parents are.”
“There’s no but.” You
said. “You have to keep out of sight though.”
“Yes, I know. As
usual.” She huffed.
“Darling you know it’s
only to keep you safe, you can go out, just don’t mention me and try to stay
low.” You told the young girl and hugged her. “I have to get ready.”
You changed your
clothes and made sure your spells still stood. The boundary spell on the flat
allowed only who you invited to get in.
After you made sure
everything was okay, you left the flat and went to the Mikaelson’s house. You
walked in the yard and looked at the balconies that looked at the yard or is it
like a living room. There was a coffee table, chairs and sofa.
“Who are you?” A voice
asked, you turned to one of the stairs and there stood a hybrid.
“Hayley I presume.” You
stated already knowing he answer, Hayley nodded. “I’m (y/n), I’m here to
discuss wither I’ll help you all or not.”
“I thought you said
you’re going to help.” Fraya said walking in.
“I have people I care
about and if helping you endanger them I’m afraid I won’t be able to help.” You
said thinking about the girl in the flat.
understandable.” Elijah said walking in with a blond girl and brunette boy.
Rebekah and Kol. Closely followed by Klaus.
“And who is it you
want to protect?” Klaus asked with a smirk on his face.
“Wouldn’t you like to
know?” You asked him with a smirk of your own.
“Indeed I would.”
Klaus said, you decided to ignore him and turned to Elijah and Fraya.
“Now tell me what is
it you would like me to do?”
“Our aunt Daliah is
trying to take my daughter.” Hayley said.
“Our daughter.” Klaus
said, giving Hayley a look.
“I want to see her.”
You said, looking at the parents in front of you.
“Absolutely not.” Klaus
said glaring at you. You raised an eye brow and moved your head slightly to the
“How do you expect me
to protect someone I dint even know how they look like?” You asked the hybrid.
“She’s got a point.”
Kol said. Reluctantly Klaus agreed. Hayley left only to return not two minutes
later with a baby girl in her hand. You could tell she looked more like Klaus
more than Hayley. She certainly is a beauty. You smiled at the little girl, who
was looking at you. When she saw you smile, she started to giggle. It confused
everyone. You looked at Elijah.
“I’ll help you.” You
said. “Now tell me everything about Daliah.”
Prompt: Mother Gothel’s daughter heals Harry Hook despite her best judgement.
Harry Hook x Reader
“Y/N please!” Gil begged you as you sat at Mother Gothel’s Coffeehouse with your hand on your chin in contemplation. He needed you to come to the docks, said that the infamous Harry Hook had needed healing and you were the only person able to help the pirate.
“Harry Hook, needing something from me?” you asked with a perfectly rouged smirk on your face. Harry wasn’t your favorite person on the Isle. He’d told you ever since you’d come here that you would never fit in, that you didn’t belong. You had lived half your life as Rapunzel’s daughter in Auradon until Media caught wind that you were Mother Gothel’s daughter but Rapunzel, your half-sister, had treated you like her own all your life.
You’d been sent to the Isle of the Lost, back to your birth mother just as the four chosen Villian Kids were brought to. You hated it here and Harry hadn’t made anything better. “He said the only person who could help was the flower child. You are the only flower child I know,” Gil exclaimed.
“How hurt?” you sighed and glanced up at his innocent face.
“He took a sword to the chest trying to defend Uma,” Gil told you and removed his cap. “Please Y/N,” he begged once more. You threw down your food and straightened.
“Alright.” When you finally got to the dock, Uma was frantically pacing at the bow.
“What took you so long? Save my first mate,” she yelled and pulled her sword from her sheath.
“Threatening me will do you no good. Can any of you say please? Jesus,” you pushed past her to the ship where Harry was lying with his hook on his side. He was crying out and groaning in pain. You double tied your belt to your maroon floral romper and knelt at his side.
Back in Auradon, Rapunzel taught you to use your magical healing ability but only when fully needed. The Beast allowed you to keep them, asking Fairy Godmother to perform a protection spell that allows you to continue to use it when needed. But, now that you were back with Mother Gothel, you were forced to keep her young and in perfect condition, and it made you weak after each time. “Flower, you-,”
“Save it, Harry. Just shut up, alright?” you gulped and held your hands above his bleeding wound. “Flower gleam and glow, let your powers shine. Make the clock the reverse, bring back what once was mine, heal what has been hurt. Change the fate’s design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine…what once was mine.”
A golden glowing light shown through your fingertips and Harry’s wound slowly closed, his toned chest back to normal as if not even a scratch had touched him. He glanced up at you in shock, never having seen magic like yours before. It didn’t last long, his look turned to confusion then fear as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you fell forward, fainting from the drain of energy in your body. The last thing you heard was Harry calling out “Flower.”
You woke a few hours later, a constant rocking making you nauseous as you sat up quickly and fell from a hammock. Strong arms caught you, placing you gently on the wooden floor. You opened your eyes to see Harry staring back at you. “Are you al’ight Flower?” he asked you.
“Harry, I’m fine. I’m gunna go, I need to get home,” you told him as you stood and another wave of nausea overtook you, making your head spin.
“You need ta explain ta me what made ya faint,” Harry exclaimed, steading you.
“You don’t deserve to know anything about my life. I healed you, that’s it,” you grumbled and shook yourself from his grasp. “You and everyone else on this Island has made my life a living hell since I’ve gotten here and I don’t want to talk to you or be around you,” you huffed.
“I was tryin’ to welcome ya ta tha Isle, it’s how I am with every-,”
“I am not everyone,” you sniffled. “I am not from here and I don’t belong in Auradon. I don’t belong anywhere. My mother sucks my life away just to keep her skin clean, I’ll be dead before my 20th birthday. I’m not worth welcoming so save it,” you told him sadly and moved toward the port to the deck.
“Hey, I may not be your favorite person bu I will not let ya go back ta your mother on the condition that I value yur life,” Harry took his hat off, placed his hook on the table by the hammock and held his hand out for you to take.
This got really long, I’m sorry. Hope ya’ll enjoyed it.
Requested by Anonymous,“Can I have bts reaction to their GF was playing (or goofing) with the members and kicked her on her crotch area by accident😂😂”
Note: I changed it up a bit, so I hope you don’t mind!
“Babe,” he whined, “leave me alone.”
“Fine.” You pouted, turning on your heels to walk away from the man in the video game store. All he wanted to do was choose a new console, and he couldn’t do that with you trying to pants him in the middle of the store — only tugging softly on his black sweat pants, which still, scared him to bits as he pushed you away in hopes that you wouldn’t actually leave him bare for everyone to see.
But once he felt something pinch his butt cheek through the fabric of his sweatpants, his face immediately reddened, and on instinct, his hand flew to backhand your bottom.
“I’m sorry!” He cried as you tried to walk away shyly, pulling you into his arms as he tried to kiss you.
“Stop,” he said, giving you a glare as you wouldn’t stop pushing him around while waiting in line to ride a rollercoaster at the busy theme park. But, you didn’t listen — devious grin plastered onto your lips as you gave him a tiny pinch on his side, which surprisingly, has his arm flying and smacking your boob.
Wincing in pain, you notice Yoongi staring to you in shock before he snaps his head away, trying his hardest not to look you in the eyes. He couldn’t believe what he had just done, and he could see a few of the guys laughing from the corner of his eye as he flushed in shame. “I told you to stop.” He whispers with a smile, earning another playful shove from you.
Alone in the house, he tiptoed around quietly as he called your name softly, wondering if you were even home in the dark, musky building. He was cautious, heart beating erratically as he looked through every room and once you jumped out with a yell
his scream pierces and shatters the air, him kneeing you between your legs albeit not too harshly.
“Fuck!” You cried out in pain, and Hoseok was speechless, turning on the light as your hands cupped your bruised core.
“What were you doing?” He scolded, and with tears in your eyes as they locked with his, he slumped down to the ground as he carefully brought up two hearts signifying his love for you in apology.
With music blasting through his headphones as he clicked away through the computer residing in his studio, he fails to notice you hiding under the desk as you giggled to yourself, bringing your finger up to his bare foot with only one thought in mind — ‘scare the crap out of him.’
But as soon as he feels something crawling it’s way up his foot, he does indeed scream in fear, but with his foot smacking you clear between your legs as he falls off his chair. With unshed tears in your eyes, he scoffs as he finds you, smile dancing along his lips. “You should have known that would happen–”
“Do you want to feel it, too?” You deadpanned, to which he fixes his glasses as he shakes his head. No thanks.
“Come here,” he whispers with a grin and you only shake your head no in a jokingly manner, sliding further away from him on the bed which makes him chuckle. Trying to pull you into his arms, his hand flies out just to jab you painfully hard in the boob to which he squeak out in mortification — earning him a moan of pain that bounces out your lips from the attack. “I-I..” he quickly says, eye frantic and then you witness him try to hide under the fluffy covers slowly like he was a puppy who was caught doing something wrong.
“Jimin, it’s okay,” you try to assure him, but the boy ignores it, the blanket bouncing to indicate the movement of his head shaking as he soon mumbles a soft apology.
“If you don’t stop,” he warns, “I’m going to bite you.”
Cuddling you in his arms, you pulled at his barely visible chest hairs that leave him groaning in displeasure. He hated it with his life when you decided to give your full attention to the translucent hairs and not his beautiful lips, so when you ignore his comment to only scratch his nipple painfully on accident whilst you tried to yank a lone hair — he reaches down to latch his teeth onto your soft cheek.
“Ow!” You yelled, pushing his head away in surprise. “Did you actually bite me?” And he only nods, not even apologizing for what he did as he grins like a child at having bitten you.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said with an eyebrow raised, the both of you sitting on the lonely arcade bench as he shoves fries down his throat, but you didn’t listen; waiting patiently for the man to finish eating before you would issue an attack once again — and when your fingers ravishes his sides as he burst into fits of giggles, his knee somehow digs into your ass as he pushes you off the bench like a lifeless doll.
Blinking, you looked up to the man as his laughter soon died down, but the man only smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Let that be a warning,” he said, “don’t mess with me, babe.”
I was thinking… this reminds me of the time we first met. You were just a reckless child… always getting yourself hurt at every turn. Every time, I would heal you. Just as I’m doing right now. I thought it was funny how, being a Hylian, you looked grown-up so much faster than I did. I was… I was always willing to heal your wounds. Even back then. So if this Calamity Ganon does, in fact, return, what can we really do? We just don’t seem to know much about what we’ll be up against. But know this; that no matter how difficult this battle might get… if you- if anyone ever tries to do you harm… then I will heal you. No matter when, or how bad the wound… I hope you know that I will always protect you. Once this whole thing is over… maybe things can go back to how they used to be when we were young. You know… perhaps we could spend some time together.
Summary:You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad.
Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad
Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing
Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4
“Jaehwan, why don’t you go sit in the living room and watch some TV. I have to go to work.”
Jaebum knelt down and kissed Jaehwan’s cheek.
“Dad where are you going?” There was sadness in Jaehwan’s tone.
He patted his son’s back to prompt him to leave.
Today Jaebum was in a bit of a bad mood. After Jaehwan left the room, Jaebum began speaking to Jackson.
“Babysit Jaehwan today. I have to finish up last week’s case. I think we found the murderer, but now I have to investigate this case even though it’s you and Yugyeom’s job.” Jaebum spoke firmly to Jackson.
Jin would be livid. He usually only fights with the members for fun, but when his family is involved he gets fiercely protective. He would make it his priority to see that you and your child are always safe.
“I won’t let you get hurt again.”
The managers would probably have to stop him from writing a huge rant. He would do as they say but he will definitely mention it on his next mixtape, just to get his out of system. Once he’s calm again he would make sure that you are okay.
“The most important thing is that you are ok. But don’t think I will forget about this.”
Namjoon would try and solve the whole thing as diplomatically as possible. He would probably write a long fancafé post explaining what happened, trying to reason with fans. And although he tries to be as neutral as possible he would let everyone know that he won’t tolerate his family getting hurt.
“There is a line and it has been crossed today. I don’t want this to happen again.”
Hoseok would be worried sick. Once he confirmed you are fine he would probably start overthinking the whole matter.
“I can’t help but feel I am the cause of this. Maybe you would be better off without me.”
“Maybe you could ask me how I feel about this? Because I don’t agree. I want to be with you. And I definitely won’t give them what they want.”
Jimin wouldn’t really understand how something like this could happen. How someone could act like this in front of a child.
“I don’t understand how these people still call themselves fans.”
Tae would not leave your side for some time. He would leave the public issue to the managers. He would be more worried about you and your child’s wellbeing.
“The tiny one will be fine. They’re young enough. They’ll forget about it in no time.”
“What about you though?”
Kookie would be a little overwhelmed. He never thought something like this could happen. He would feel really bad that he couldn’t be there to help his loved ones.
“I never want you or me like this ever again. I will protect our family.”
This wasn’t requested by anyone but I saw a prompt on tumblr and I thought it would be cute to write about. So whoever posted the prompt thank you for the idea! @tvshows-obsessed all done!
Madi had been out adventuring as Clarke liked to call it, she’d left Clarke to fetch the fresh water. Madi knew Clarke didn’t mind collecting the water alone because she’d take a moment to radio her friends on the Ark. Madi knew almost everything about them now, Clarke would tell her stories every night before bed and sometimes Madi envied Clarke, she wanted to have as many adventures as her mother-figure, Clarke had been teaching her all she knew but she was eager to explore the scorched Earth. It was something she was unable to do when her parents were alive, her father would forbid her to leave her village, it was too dangerous they would say. Granted they were right, she was a night-blood and if someone had found out they would’ve dragged her to Polis.
Madi clambered up a tree to get a good view of the dead trees, the entire land except where Clarke and her had taken care of the land, was dark. It reminded her of her nightmares, a place where only demons lie but yet it intrigued her. Clarke had told her when she turned fifteen she’d take her to explore the world. So far they only been to Polis, most of the rivers and lakes near by, they’d searched for supplies that survived Priamfaya, the rover being amongst the things they found. Clarke had taught her to drive, although Clarke wasn’t exactly an expert herself. She said it was just a precaution just in case something happened to Clarke, Madi couldn’t imagine life without Clarke anymore. She’d found her and taken care of her as her own when she was fragile and still slightly sick from the radiation. Clarke had still been covered in boils herself, but she pushed herself to take care of the pair of them. Madi had found Clarke crying most nights, she didn’t open up for weeks but when she did Madi crept into Clarke’s bed to sleep beside her. It only helped her nightmares slightly but she didn’t mind them so much now.
A snap of a twig caught Madi’s attention, she almost slipped out of the tree when she saw a large metal object landing in the rotten trees, crushing them and landing softly on the ground. She’d never seen anything like it. She remembered Clarke had told her that her friends had gone up in a rocket–a metal object much like this one–but she wasn’t sure if this was what a rocket looked like.
She was quick to climb down from the tree–climbing was her strong suit. And she landed with a thud on the floor, leaves crunching beneath her feet. She hesitated on whether to go rush to get Clarke but it was far and she was worried these people would leave if she left. Madi warily took a step forward, the ship was just ahead, behind a bunch of bushes. She heard a clank and a bunch of voices they sounded slightly echoed, like something was covering their mouths like a mask.
When she stopped behind the bushes her eyes were fixed on the suited humans, there were three women and by the looks of it three men. Madi flickered back in her memories, Clarke always named six people other than her mum but she had told her her mother was in the bunker. Madi stepped out of the bushes, she had to take a risk. This was for Clarke. She’d want to know if her friends were finally home. The sound of her muffled movements made the seven spin to face the little girl fast, almost startling her but she stood her ground, hands raised when one of the boys, one quite small pointed a gun at her. She and Clarke had ones familiar to it and she knew the harm it could do. But she remained still. One of the men in the suits stepped forward, pushing the other mans gun down.
“Monty, she’s just a kid.” The deep voice scolded, Madi liked whoever it was already. But when she heard the voice she smiled, she’d found them. Clarke would be over the moon. The tallest man looked towards her, eyes meeting her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How are you here? Are you from the bunker?”
Madi lowered her hands and shook her head. “I’m a night-blood. The bunkers been unreachable since Praimfaya,” Her words made most of their eyes widen, confused on how she knew about the contact with the bunker. “The air is safe, it’s been safe for a year now. Clarke’s been waiting.”
The name made the tall male perk up against, one of the woman too. The girl pulled off her helmet and stepped closer to Madi, Madi didn’t step back, from Clarke’s story these were good people.
“Clarke’s here? She’s alive?” The brunette spoke, her face filled with disbelief. The tall one had now gone silent, the others seemed to be intrigued now, all listening to her. Madi nodded.
“You’re Raven, right? Clarke’s best friend?” Madi questioned, she was trying to decipher who was who but it was hard with the glare of the mask. But seem as Raven had removed hers she could tell by the characteristics. Raven glanced down at the floor then back up at Madi, her defense shield going up as she moved angrily closer to Madi. This time Madi backed up, she knew an angry face when she saw one.
“Raven, hey! Stop!” Another voice broke out, lurching forward to grab Raven’s arm keeping the brunette away from Madi. One by one they took of their masks, within seconds Madi identified them. Bellamy had been the tallest one, the one with the tattoo over her face was Emori, Murphy had been the one holding Raven back and Monty was the small male who’d been stood closely beside a girl of medium height which she guessed could only be Harper and the final female could only be Echo.
“Where is she? Clarke?” Bellamy asked, he didn’t meet the child’s eyes but his voice was telling her he was eager to see her, to see for himself that the blonde was alive. Madi had heard about him most and she remembered Clarke’s drawings, she drew him perfectly, getting the freckles too. Madi glanced at Raven anxiously but she stood straight and smiled.
“She went out to collect water, but she’d probably be back home soon. She’s been talking to you everyday, waiting ever since she found me six years ago.” Madi gestured for Bellamy to follow her and he stepped forward but Echo spoke up her voice wary and sharp.
“What if she’s lying? This could be a trap, Bellamy and your just about to walk into it.”
“Are you lying?” Bellamy asked Madi, Madi shook her head. Bellamy nodded, giving her a gentle smile and placing a hand on Madi’s shoulder. “Then let’s go.”
The others were hesitant but they trusted Bellamy’s judgement and followed.
They reached the cave and everyone but Madi seemed exhausted, she figured they weren’t used to climbing and walking so much seem as they’d been up in space for six years. The cave was seemingly empty but the others didn’t seem to panic, they just nonchalantly sat down against the wall to take a breather. Except Bellamy, Madi could feel his anxiety radiating off of him and she gave him a reassuring smile when he glanced over at her.
“She’ll be home soon, I promise.”
Bellamy simply nodded, still holding doubt. “How did you two meet?”
Madi smiled at the question. “Praimfaya had swept over my village, it killed everyone. Except me, I guess. Clarke had came to me village looking for things that had survived and she found me instead. She’s been like my mum ever since.” Bellamy was looking at her now, a genuine smile plastered on his face.
“I didn’t know the princess had it in her,” Bellamy smiled softly, “And there are no other night-bloods?”
“No, just me and Clarke.” She answered, twiddling her hair with her fingers, eyes dropping to her lap. She almost forgot the others were there but a voice spoke up and she looked at the others.
“How old are you?” It sounded like the question had come from Harper.
“Eleven.” Madi smiled, she found it weird thinking she was only five when Clarke discovered her, she remembered being frightened, terrified and knees to chest in the corner of her fathers shop, her mother inches from her boils and blood covering her body. She blocked out the memory when she heard Clarke’s humming and she was on her feet and darted to the entrance of the cave to greet the blonde. Clarke stopped humming and smiled at Madi. She loved it when the young girl ran to greet her.
“Hello my little night-blood,” Clarke beamed, “I thought you’d still be out exploring.”
“I found something, you’ll love it.” Madi told her, wanting to surprise her. Madi quickly took the water out of Clarke’s hands using both hands seem as it was really heavy and place it to the side and snatching Clarke’s hand pulling her excitedly.
“You didn’t bring home another two-headed bunny, did you?” Clarke muttered, but when she was pulled into the flame lit cave and her eyes landed on the seven people all stood, eyes on her. She froze, Madi squeezed Clarke’s hand with a squeal.
“I found them, Clarke!” She exclaimed happily, she couldn’t tell if Clarke was going to tell her something because her mouth had fallen open, eyes scanning the room over and over again as though it was a dream. But her eyes were looking for a particular person.
“You’re really here…” A low voice rang out throughout the cave, Raven had snapped out of her shock and she stepped aside, she knew Bellamy had been waiting for this moment for six years. Clarke felt as though her feet were stuck to the floor when she saw him, his shaggy hair only a couple inches longer and slight stubble growing on his face, but he had the exact same burning brown eyes, ones perfectly matched to hers. She felt herself hold Madi’s hand tighter for support but she was careful not to hurt the child. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
Before she could do anything Bellamy was before her and his arms had wound around her middle like he’d never left, his arms returning the safe, happy feeling to her body. His familiar warmth unfreezing her and she wrapped her free arm around Bellamy’s neck whilst her hand remained in Madi’s hold. Clarke practically melted in Bellamy’s hold, tears brimming in her eyes until she could no longer fight holding them back and her hand slipped out of Madi’s so she could fully wrap her body around Bellamy until there was no space left between them.
“I was wondering if you’d ever come down,” Clarke said but it sounded like a mumble in his shoulder, choking out a laugh. Madi had stepped aside now, letting the two have some space as they reunited. The others had been watching the two, smiling at the pair. But patiently waiting for their chance to greet their old friend. Clarke pulled out of the hug, her hand cradling Bellamy’s jaw, her eyes tracing every inch of his face although she had already memorised it, her thumb brushed his own wet cheek, swiping the tears away and smiling through watery eyes at him, letting her forehead press against his head before bumping noses with him to press her lips against his. Reveling in the feeling. She’d been waiting longer than she could remember to do this, she’d promised herself if she saw him again that she wouldn’t hold back not anymore, not when they always get separated. “I love you so, so much.”
Bellamy had made a promise similar to hers and hearing her words, he planted a quick kiss on her lips once more, a grin smeared across his lips. “I love you just as much, Clarke, I can’t believe you’re alive, you’re actually here.”
“I’m really here.” Clarke let out a laugh, her hands still holding either side of his face. Madi cleared her throat, knowing the others wanted to see her too but Clarke’s eyes snapped away from Bellamy, her hands falling to her sides and cheeks running red when she realised the young girl had seen the kiss. “Sorry, um, I see you’ve already met Madi.”
Clarke ran her hand through Madi’s hair before tugging the girl gently into her side, a smile on her face as she looked down at the small brunette. Bellamy smiled, the child reminded him of Octavia when she was small, Bellamy knelt down to Madi’s height which wasn’t exactly small and held out his hand.
“Time we officially met then,” Bellamy grinned as Clarke beamed at the pair before moving to greet Raven, colliding with the girl in a bundle of laughs, they were happy to be together again, Clarke had missed all of their companies. “Bellamy Blake.”
“Madi or as Clarke likes to call me, Little Nightblood.” Madi grinned straightening her beanie before extending a hand with a friendly smile. “It’s good to finally meet you after all this time.”
“It’s good to meet you too, Madi.” Bellamy said with a light chuckle. He liked her already.
Request: DC imagine
where the reader is Lady Joker. Joker can’t stand it when the reader
“steals the show” but can’t help being captivated by the reader.
Leto!Joker x Reader –
Didn’t really know where to go with one to be honest.
“Don’t you like my desk?” You asked innocently. You leaned
back into your luxury leather spinning chair and rested your feet on the large
oak desk in front of you. It had taken five of your men to bring it into your
office. The thin, unassuming man on the other side of the desk rubbed his hand
“It’s nice.” He squeaked.
“Thank you!” You gave him a beaming grin which didn’t relax him. He was your
informant, one of The Joker’s men. The Joker. You’d met just a few times but
you loved to piss him off whenever you had the chance – call it flirting.
“So, when is Jokey taking the bank?” you asked him threading
your fingers together and acting almost like a professional.
The informant looked nervous, “You’ll make sure that Mr J can’t get to me, that’s
what you said, right?”
You jumped up from your chair so fast that it was still spinning as you walked
around the side of the desk and perched against it in front of him. You placed
your hand on his cheek and spoke softly like a mother calming her child after a
nightmare, “I promise that mean old clown won’t hurt you.”
“Tomorrow morning.” He told you and pulled a file out from his the inside of
his jacket. He handed it to you and you quickly read over it. It had all the
details of The Joker’s bank heist.
Great, now you knew where to find him. It was a lot of
trouble to go through just to see your crush but you weren’t a quitter.
“This is just what I needed.” You thanked the informant and placed the folder
down on the desk, picked up your gun from beside it, turned and shot him
between the eyes. His body flew back from the close range and crumpled into a
bloody pile in the middle of your floor.
Behind your desk Veck, your right hand man, tutted in
disappointment, “Do you know how much it costs to get a carpet cleaner who can
get blood out and keep their mouth shut?”
You pouted at his berating, “I know that you’ll handle it Vecky. I kept my
promise, The Joker never touched him. Besides, I hate rats.”
“Mr J, there’s a problem.”
The Joker sneered at his henchmen and shoved him aside. He stalked
into the bank, flanked by his men. The bank was trashed and empty of people
save for you. You were stood in the middle of the empty bank with a shot gun
leant on one shoulder and a large satchel bag on your other shoulder.
“What took you so long?” You asked and tapped your bare
wrist with your finger as though you were tapping a watch. He scowled and
looked around the empty bank.
“Oh, I put everyone in the vault.” You said flippantly.
He said nothing but his eyes took you in.
You pouted, “I went to all the trouble of putting this
together and you won’t even talk to me?”
“What do you want?” The Joker asked, his raspy voice making you grin.
“See that’s better!” You beamed, “Maybe I just wanted your attention. See, I even
got you a present.”
You threw the satchel bag over to him. It landed at his feet and he regarded it
curiously as one of his men held it open to show him the bundles of cash
inside, no doubt stolen out of the vault.
He sucks in a breath and inclined his head while he considered
accepting the bag, “What have I done to deserve a present?”
“I’m just a big fan.” You grinned.
You stepped forwards to leave, making sure to walk past him
on the way. He turned sideways as you passed him, your eyes locked with his and
your chests brushed as you slowly moved past him. He let you go and watched the
doorway where you’d left before turning back to the emptied bank. There was no
destruction to cause, nothing left to rob, no show at all! He stalked over to a
nearby desk, took a hold of it and flipped it over.
Where was his fun now?!
Snarling, he glanced back to where his men waited with the
bag full of money that you’d given him. His snarl turned to a smirk. Maybe there
was still fun to be had.
The Joker sat back on his plush sofa, arms lay across the
top of cushions.
“So boys, what have we got this time?” He asked two of his men who had set up a
projector in front of their boss. It was littered with photos and maps of all
of your recent illegal activities. Every escapade that he’d planned, you got
too first. He’d been upstaged at every turn and it had made him obsessive. You’d
certainly caught his interest and his eye.
They loaded up security footage from a night club that The
Joker often did business at. He watched as you turned to the security camera,
gave a dramatic wink and then blew a kiss at the camera. He grinned to himself
a mirror imagine of the mad grin inked into the back of his hand.
“This is the most recent thing , Sir.” One of his men told him as he pressed
play and your manic grin filed The Jokers projected screen again. He watched as
you walked with Veck, The Joker had done his research into your associates,
into a meeting only for the man that you meeting to pull out a gun and open
It was a clear view of Veck tackling you to the ground, your
shoulder instantly spewing blood before Veck practically carried you out of the
fray while your men opened fire on your attacker.
The Joker sucked in a harsh breath, his head tilted as he pointed at your assailant
now paused on the screen, “Bring him to me, we have business to talk about.”
“Stop pouting.” Veck told you but you crossed your arms,
flinching as your shoulder throbbed again, and pouted more.
“My shoulder hurts and The Joker is ignoring my flirting, I think I deserve a
good pout.” You answered. Veck rolled his eyes at you and you did a little
mocking dance over to where you had a man bound to a chair with thick duct tape.
You pushed his forehead with two fingers until he tipped all the way over and
crashed back onto the floor. He tried to scream but it didn’t make it past the
duct tape across his mouth that you’d painted with a mad grin.
Sitting on his chest you traced the smile with your finger, “Shh. I found out
that a lil Bat has been look all over town for you, apparently you want to rat
on Mr J. I don’t like rats so I’m going to make you an example and you’re my last shot of getting Mr J’s
attention. If he still hasn’t warmed up to me after I give him you then maybe
it wasn’t to be.”
You rested your elbows on your knees and your chin in your
hands and pouted, you didn’t want to think about giving up on The Joker but he
just didn’t seem interested.
“Y/N, you wanna see this.” Veck’s voice caught your attention and you sighed pushing
yourself up from the man’s chest, he grunted as you moved. Joining Veck by the
window you peeked out of the window through the blinds to see a purple Lamborghini
parked outside. The car door opened and The Joker’s green hair was the first
thing that you saw until he looked up and made eye contact with you.
He gave you a smirk before stepping into the building with his men in tow. You let
out a squeal of excitement, jumped away from the window and started to fix your
hair. Sitting yourself down on oil drum behind the man who was still taped to
the tipped over chair, you waited for him to come in. Veck stepped behind you
and gently moved some of your hair into place and you thanked him just before
the door swung open.
The Joker stepped through the threshold, his eyes on you
instantly, he moved towards you, his expression intent. He stopped only when he
reached the man on the floor, noticing the rat duck taped for his convenience
for the first time.
“For me?” He rasped.
You nodded, “I thought you’d like it.”
He stepped around the man towards you and stopped so that he
leant over you sat on the drum. Veck tensed and you raised a hand to stop him
The Joker leaned down so that his face hovered over yours, “Its perfect.”
You resisted the giggle that tried to bubble up inside you and instead offered
him a grin. His face was close to yours still when he added, “I actually
brought you something.”
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, “You did?”
“Well, you got me a present so this was only fair.” The
Joker told you as he turned to gesture for his men to bring something in. your
face was split in a grin again when the man who had shot you’re a few days
earlier was dragged into the room by his foot. He was unconscious and his face
was covered in blood and snot. The Joker
noticed you looking at his injuries, “I hope you don’t mind, I saw what
His fingers came up to gently brush your injured shoulder and your stomach
flipped at the contact. You brought your hands up to either side of his jacket
and pulled him down to you so that you could kiss him. He responded with
earnest, his hands finding your hair and pulled you towards him with it in
harsh, rapid motions.
You pulled apart from him and smiled, “It’s a wonderful present.”
He leaned back into you and bit your bottom lip lightly before answering, “That’s
not even the best part.”
He stepped away from you to take his a bundle of black
material from one of his men, he took it over to an aged table and rolled it
out so show all of the weapons hidden inside. Hatchets, cleavers, screwdrivers,
some so pristine that they made your eyes water while some where rusted, dull
and painted with dried blood.
You clapped your hands together excitedly and jumped off of your drum to stand
beside The Joker in front of the table, “What a beautiful date idea!”
His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in front of him so that he could
kiss your neck and hiss in your ear, “The first of many.”
Could I perhaps request a Dad!Thor x reader? The reader is raised by her mother her whole life and never really knows anything about her father until she actually finds out her ability to control the sea as like a new Poseidon. Just like a journey of joining the avengers and finding her father. Sorry if it’s really specific. You can change it in anyway you may need. Sorry again
Pairing: Dad!Thor x reader
Word Count: 1,222
Notes: Sprites; Shapes and flashes of light that can be seen in the evening or night sky. They are typically blue or red and are the result of electrical discharges in the atmosphere.
The small child wrapped up in Thor’s arms let out soft whimpers as it raises its small hands out to touch the god. He smiles and lifts a finger, letting its pudgy hands wrap around him. Who would have thought? The child of the God of thunder was as quiet as a dormouse. Only a few days old, (Y/n) Thorsdottir had yet to make more than a few whines since being brought home, much to her hesitant mother’s content.
Much like the gods of old, Thor had traveled down to midgard for a night of merriment and splendor after a battle and met a woman. She was more beautiful than anything Thor had ever witnessed in Asgard, her gridelin eye met his and he felt as if he were on fire. She was a temptress he had never before encountered and he had bedded her, creating the young demigod that rested in his arms. The child had all of the beauty and graces her mother had possessed, brought out even more by Thor’s royal lineage. After the passionate night he shared with that mortal woman he left, having no plans on returning to midgard for another thousand years at least- but here he was, a few midgardian months later at the dead of night holding his daughter.
Thor had no time for a child, let alone a family. He had no plans on being this child’s father. Like all of the great demigods and goddesses before her, she would grow without having a father figure. Thor heard a rustling come from the bed behind him, your other was waking up. He took one last look at the child he had created, sat her down in her bassinette and called for Heimdall, leaving the small home before she could wake up.
“Watch over her, will you?” Thor asked quietly, walking past his friend. His conscious was nagging at him, the girl’s life would be better without having a god inconsistently popping in and out of it.
“Of course.” Heimdall said. A glimmer of mischief shined in his eye as if he could see exactly what Thor was thinking and knew how all of the ways his decision would end.
Thor turned his back, determined to let the life of that child he had inadvertently grown attached to be free of his influence.
“Momma look what I can do!” You squealed from the bubble filled tub. You lifted your tiny hand out of the water and a small cyclone followed it up.
Your mother, who had been turned away to brush her teeth, turned around to you and gasped. The toothbrush fell from her mouth and you giggled. You willed the water into a ball and threw it at the wall and let out an excited scream as it burst against the tiles.
You look back to you mother, hoping to find her laughing right along, but you were met with the look of horror. With shaking hands, your mother approaches you and grabs your hands. Your little heart was pounding, you didn’t know what you did was bad- it just happened!
“(Y/n), don’t you ever do that again, do you hear me? You can’t do that or people will try to hurt you, you don’t want that to happen do you?” She asks, you shake your head no quickly as tears pooled in your round, innocent eyes. “Then don’t ever show anyone what you just did. No one can know, i-it’s our little secret.”
You shook your head yes then quickly asked to get out of the bath. Your mother pulled you out, dried you off and put you into some pyjamas that were obviously too large for you before putting you to bed. Life was tough for the two of you but your mother tried her best not to show it. She was in her first year of college when she had you and quickly found how hard it was to take and pay for classes when you had a newborn to care for. Before her sophomore year, your mother had dropped out of college and moved into a more rent friendly apartment. Although she quickly had to grow up and become responsible, your mother never resented you for it. She would take on any job, any pain, to make sure her daughter was happy. No matter how much her feet hurt after a double shift at the diner, she would still come home with a smile on her face to let you know that everything would be alright. Things might be rough now, but your mother always found a way to keep you safe and sound.
You laid in your bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking over what just had happened. You often wondered where your father went, all of the other children in your daycare brought up their dad’s all the time but you didn’t know where your’s was. Whenever he was brought up, you saw your mom get very sad and you learned to keep away from those topics. If your mother didn’t talk about it then neither did you. it didn’t matter much anyways, you had mommy and that’s all you would ever need. In your mind, you told yourself that if mommy didn’t want you to show people your cool trick, then you wouldn’t. Like she said, it was your secret and you would keep it for her.
It happened. You really didn’t mean to, but people were going to get hurt if you didn’t.
It had been 3 years since you had discovered your powers and you still spent the weekends your mother had work in a daycare. Outside of the rundown building, a random passerby flicked a cigarette and the embers caught the tall dry grass of the daycare’s decrepit yard on fire. Your mother could afford anything fancy, it was very run down and had very poor utilities but she knew the nanny there and could get me in for a discounted price. Today you had a substitute nanny, she looked very nervous at first but as soon as the situation arose she became very calm, as if she was trained for this. The fire quickly grew bigger and bigger without any supervisor’s notice, soon it spread to the building. You watched as the fire creeped up the wall as the substitute nanny very calmly tried to escort twelve screaming children outside. You were scared, everything was going to be burned and you mom could afford to switch daycares so you quickly summoned water from the sinks pipes and with one gesture of your hand, a ginormous ball of water bursted from the pipes, dousing the flames.
The nanny stopped in her tracks, mouth almost falling open before regaining her posture and escorting the children outside and called the authorities. As parents arrived to pick up their distressed children, the nanny pulled you to the side.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, momma says I shouldn’t do that. It’s supposed to be our secret, are you going to hurt me?” You cry as the nanny crouches down in front of you.
“Shh, child, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, in fact I think I can help you. My name is Natasha, but you can call me Nat, okay?”
I wrote this for my lovely anon who’s been so helpful and lovely and nice and I love them a lot and they love my cute lil domestic Dean series so….Here we go. It’s a lil bit different than the other two lmao anyways, here it is.
He was pissed and angry. You tried to calm him down but he had no plans in doing so and for once saw you less human then him. After he heard your plan he made sure to keep a good eye on you and made sure to always follow you to the hospital and keep a look out for sharp objects.
“I am checking your hospital records from now on”
He was caressing your stomach in adoration and said cute words such as “Can’t wait for our child to be in my actual hands” and to which you replied with “I will hand it to you dead” You did not mean it and was said in the midst of anger but he did not handle it lightly
“Hurt our child and I shall make sure to hurt others that mean more to you then your own child”
“I will make sure to keep our child away from my ‘business’ and teach him things such as singing” He promised to you in the middle of your argument about his job. “A child that will soon be aborted cant sing” you retorted and he found about your secret plan which you accidentally let out”
“Go ahead. Be more of a monster then I am”
He always had a light and joyful personality but soon all of that had been hidden after you had told him about your wish to abort. From then on he made sure to never leave you alone, in fear of you hurting yourself or the child.
“This is OUR child. There will be more to come so get used to this one”
“I hope our child takes more of your looks then mine” He joked while giving you a hug in which your replied “Too bad it will be dead before you can see how it looks like” With so much disgust that for a while he was shaken.
“Dead? The only way I want my child is to be Alive and healthy. Make sure that happens or the circumstances wont be good”
He was not dealing your words lightheartedly so he locked you in a hospital. tied. With a nurse and a nutritionist to look after you. In fear of losing his child he sacrificed some of your trust for him
“I am not risking anything. sorry”
He loved the child even before it was born so when you let out you plans he let out his frustration and anger.
“How dare you put an innocent child in the mercy of death just because you don’t want it to be affiliated with my work. disgusting”
He would cry in front of you and lose the last string to holding his emotions. He would try to compromise with you and was not afraid to take risks in which could end up to you hating him till death.
“Choose wisely since my actions wont be so wise”
He lost his shit completely and started to shout and insult you. He had never been so overprotective over anything that he did not know when to stop
a.n.: some hcs based on the waitress musical and deh bc I love both?? sorry if this is bad… it’s my first headcanon post. imagine it’s like 5-10 years in the future
• ok so connor comes into the diner one day high and hungry af
• u come over to ask what he wants to order
• “idk whatever tastes the best@
• so ofc you get him one of your famous pies
• while ur cutting a slice connor notices that u look really cute in your waitress outfit?? like he’s known you for all of 2 seconds but dang?? ur a cutie
• u come back to the table to give connor his pie and he snaps back into reality
• he notices u have a bit of a baby bump
• u take notice of this and “I’m about 3 months so far”
• “who’s the father?”
• “its a long story and I don’t really want to talk about it”
• awkward silence woWIE
• “can I get you anything else?”
• “no, sorry”
• fUNK connor just screwed up his chances with a really cute girl
• there’s only one way to make this better
• come in every day and try to win your heart ofc
• and that’s just what he does
• it becomes a daily routine, u get Connor a slice of pie and have small talk which turned into actual (and sometimes deep) conversations
• connor tells you his familial problems and you tell him the story of how you got pregnant (cue “The Negative” starting to play)
• dawn and becky totally have a bet going on how long before y’all get together
• as you get further into your pregnancy connor becomes extremely protective
• u have to reach up to get something ?? hahaha nO Connor will get it
• this also led to the accidental kiss incident™ and careless whisper playing on the jukebox oops
• that kiss leads to more kisses??
• you finish making a pie? boom. kiss. you fill up the mustard and ketchup bottles ?? smorch
• u don’t mind at all
• you’re in the middle of taking an order and shIR… your water breaks
• connor: Panic Mode Activate™
• connor makes u drop everything and y’all blast to the hospital
• “wE NEED A NURSE STAT”
• when you get to your room the doctor rolls in
• “is this the father?” :-)
• you both blush
• before connor can say anything you say yes
• connor is stunned like you want him apart of your child’s life ?? What if he isn’t good enough ?? what if he turns out like his father ??
• you kiss him to reassure him
• “con, anyone would be lucky to have you as a dad”
• what did he ever do to deserve you??
• “ok now I need to get this child out of me because it hurts”
• you had a surprisingly smooth delivery
• connor loves your baby,, they look just like u but in little human form
• what a happy family y’all are
Your limbs were tangled together as your head rested on Grayson’s chest. His hand caressing your bare back lovingly, earning a soft moan. Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of the sun’s rays peaking through Grayson’s bedroom window and you yawned softly. You shut your eyes briefly and opened them back up again to get used to the light. You hummed and lifted up your hand to draw circles onto Grayson’s chest and stomach. “You’re awake?” His raspy voice made you smile, you looked up to meet his gaze, “Morning handsome.” You continued to draw shapes onto his warm chest as he flashed you a sleepy smile. “Morning beautiful.”
You lifted up your leg and draped it over his, angling your head so that you could admire Grayson’s bright hazel eyes. He shut his eyes and you frowned. “Baby?” You murmured softly, your hand lifting up to trace his jawline gently. Your dainty fingers grazing over the light stubble growing on your boyfriends chin. “Hmm?” He raised his eyebrows, eyes still closed as you continued to outline the features of his face. “Open your eyes.”
“Just do it.”
You sat up and straddled his waist, just as your predicted, Grayson’s eyes shot open. You smiled down at him as he lifted up a hand to cup your face. He brought your head down and tilted his head to give you a soft, sweet kiss. You felt him smile against your lips and you returned the favor. You brought a hand up to cup the hand Grayson used to hold your face, your eyes falling shut as Grayson watched you intently. Grayson used his other hand to trace your face, his rough fingers brushing against your bottom lip. You opened your eyes and playfully nipped at his finger, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. You laced both your hands with his and leaned down to press your lips against his for what felt like the billionth time. As your lips parted you heard Grayson mutter a soft “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You replied and rolled off of his waist. He pouted as he watched you crawl off the bed.
You stood up and walked over to your suitcase to grab a few of your belongings. Currently, you and Grayson were staying in Jersey, his sister Cameron, a good friend of yours was about to give birth any minute now so you had to be ready.
“I’m really enjoying this view.” Grayson grinned at you, licking his lips while raising an eyebrow as you bent down to pick up something. “Shut up.” Your cheeks turned a shade of crimson since all you were wearing was his navy blue, deep V-neck shirt and nothing under. He propped himself up on his elbows and continued starring with no shame whatsoever. “Are you done yet?” You giggled as you turned to face him. He frowned since his so called, view was gone and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Your mother would not approve.” You teased and wagged a finger in his direction as he stood up and walked towards you. His boxers hanging low on his waist so his v-line was prominent.
“Yeah, she wouldn’t approve of a lot of stuff I do.” Grayson smirked before leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into the kiss as he pulled away. “Like what?” You asked biting your lip slightly as you trailed your hands down his chest.
Grayson’s eyes widened and he grinned. “Like this.”
And with that, he lifted you up by your thighs, walking you both over to his bed. He set you down gently and right when he was about to kiss you his phone began to blare. The classic apple ringtone causing Grayson’s head to droop, a groan escaping his lips.
“We’re finishing this later.” He gave you a chaste kiss before rolling off of you to grab his phone. You just giggled and sat up as he answered the call. You began to dress yourself in clothes as Grayson remained silent besides you. Once you were done getting ready for the day, you turned to look at him. Eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as Grayson’s haw fell slack. “Uh- okay mom! We’ll be there.” He stammered and hung up the phone. Grayson quickly rose up from the bed and darted towards his dresser, shuffling through for a t-shirt. “What’s going on?” You asked while tying your hair up into a messy bun. “Cameron’s having the baby! We have to go.” Grayson ran into his closet while you stood there dumbfounded. When reality sunk in, you grabbed the closet pair of shoes you could find which was your white Adidas.
“Gray, hurry!” You whined from the passengers seat of his bronco. “I’m coming!” He exclaimed and hopped in the front seat. “That’s what she said.” You giggled and turned up the radio as Grayson playfully glared at you through his sunglasses.
Grayson was shaking the whole ride there, it was understandable. His sister was giving birth, he was going to be an uncle, You’d be doing the same.
Dashing into the hospital you immediately heard the yells of profanity and shrieks of pain coming from none other than Cameron. Grayson grabbed your hand and led you to the lady at the reception desk. “Hey, I’m here to see my sister, Cameron Dolan?” Grayson asked while tapping his fingers onto the desk impatiently. You soothingly ran a hand up and down his arm as the lady got to typing onto the computer. “Cameron Dolan..” She muttered, you could see the vain in Grayson’s neck enlarge as he grew more and more annoyed. “Hmm..says she’s in room 4b.” Before she could even look back up for a reaction Grayson had already dragged you away. “Gray- calm down!” You sighed as he pressed the button onto the elevator. “I’m just really scared, Y/N. Anything could happen.” Grayson looked down at your intertwined hands and brought your hand up, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I don’t know what I would do if my sister lost the baby. The little boy means everything to her, and I’d hate to see that happen.”
“I know Grayson. But being rude to the lady at the desk isn’t going to stop that from happening. It’s like you always say, everything happens for a reason.” You said and pressed a kiss to his knuckle as well. Grayson inhaled a deep breath and nodded, the elevator made a ding noise, signaling that you had arrived to the floor Cameron was on.
The wailing grew louder and you both entered the room. There Cameron was laying on the hospital bed, both hands clutching her husbands and her mothers as she screamed in pain. Lisa looked over at you, silently asking if you could take over. You nodded, released Grayson’s hand and walked over to Cameron. You took her hand in yours and she squeezed it hard in response. “I’m here for you Cam.” You said and peppered her hand in small little kisses for reassurance. “Y/N.” Cameron whined and looked over at you. You weakly smiled at her and leaned over to brush the strands of hair out of her face. “Almost there! I can see it’s head.” The doctor exclaimed. Cameron squeezed your hand once again and began to push. You looked back at Grayson who was watching you intently. Not Cameron, just you. You gave him a small smile before directing your attention back to Cameron.
Newborn cries soon filled the room and Cameron’s husband bursted into tears of relief and joy. Tears filled your eyes and you choked out a sob as you watched Cameron rock her new born baby. She cried and through her exhaustion she smiled at the fragile baby. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to look at Grayson. He looked down at you with glossy eyes and laughed softly, bringing you in for a hug. Even if it wasn’t you two having a baby together it still felt like a moment that needed to be cherished forever.
“Do you want to hold him?” Cameron extended her arms out, the baby boy known as Alex began to coo and kick out his legs. Grayson shook his head and backed away. “I don’t want to drop him.” You laughed softly at Grayson before Cameron extended her arms out in your direction. You smiled and took Alex from her grasp. You mentally aww’d at how tiny and frail the baby was. Her newborn baby’s smile was as sweet as sugar and filled you with a feeling you never knew existed in the world. You wanted to protect this baby as if it was your own, and love it like it was your own.
Tiny fingers curled around your pinky as you watched the newborn peer through its brand new hazel eyes at what must be such a strange world after life in the womb. A tear escaped your eye as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, rocking him in your arms. Grayson lifted up a hand to trace Alex’s face lovingly, admiring the baby boy’s features that resembled his own due to the fact Cameron was his sister. He smiled down the the baby and he began to fuss, you gave him your hand again which he squeezed softly and cooed at. Grayson wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you both admired the child together, “hold him.” You whispered. “He’s so perfect, I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Grayson Bailey Dolan. You’re going to hold your nephew right now.” You heard Cameron’s voice from her hospital bed. You laughed and extended out your arms. “Fine, jesus you’re sounding like a mom already.” Grayson took the baby from your arms and his legs kicked in a tiny jagged motion, looking for that resistance they are used to from being in the womb for so long.
Grayson held the newborn to his shoulder and chuckled at the tiny toes that peeked out from his blanket, dangling in the air as he rocked him. He couldn’t believe how tiny new humans were, how vulnerable, how awe inspiring. He couldn’t believe he found himself wanting this. He wanted to hold his own child like this and rock them to sleep, he wanted to experience it all but most of all, he wanted it with you. So as you found yourself shutting the door to the passengers side of Grayson’s car, Grayson awkwardly shuffled in his seat.
“Gray?” You questioned as he stared out the window. “Yeah babe?” He replied, not bothering to spare a glance in your direction. “Are you okay? You’re acting a bit weird.” You pointed out as he shoved the key into the ignition, the engines of his car blasting. “Yeah I’m fine.” He forced a smile and began to back up out of his parking spot. Deciding not to question him further, you sat back in your seat and grabbed the aux cord, playing the playlist of songs you and Grayson jammed out to whenever in the car.
You grabbed Grayson’s hand after a few minutes and began to pepper it in soft, memorable kisses. “I love you.” You murmured against it, Grayson took a quick glance at you and smiled. He took your hand in his and brought it up to is lips, leaving soft kisses there as well. “I. Love. You.” He said with each kiss, you smiled and leaned forward to turn down the radio.
“So, how about when we get home we make a baby, but without the baby part?” You teased and inched your hand up his thigh jokingly. You felt Grayson stiffen and you retracted your hand. “Gray, what’s wrong?” You asked as he parked the car in front of your shared home. “Nothing’s wrong Y/N. it’s just that..I’ve been thinking a lot and..I want it. I want the joy of bringing a new form of life into the world. I want to feel what that’s like, to hold something you created in your arms. I want to watch it’s eyes open as it adjusts to the new world. I want it all.” Grayson sighed and slumped in his seat. “And I want it with you.”
By now you were in tears, you sat up in your seat and turned your whole body so you were facing Grayson. “So..you want kids? With me?” You smiled through your teary eyes as Grayson nodded. “Of course I do.” He smiled at you, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted that or not though.” He explained which made you gasp. “Yes! I want kids so bad! I just never knew how to bring it up to you. I want one, and I want you to share the joy of creating life with me. I want you to be the father.” You got up and out of your seat to crawl over onto Grayson’s lap. You cupped his face in your hands and stared deep into his glossy eyes with a smile. “In time Y/N.” Grayson said and you nodded. “We’re so young. But once I make you my wife, I can guarantee you we’ll be already discussing baby names” he joked and you laughed while playfully slapping his chest. “I’m just so glad you feel the same way.” You grinned and pecked his lips. “I am too. Now what were you saying earlier about making a baby?” He muttered against your lips. You smiled against his lips and he began to trail his hands up your shirt. “The house is literally right there Gray, you cant wait a couple more minutes?” You giggled as he tore open your blouse. “No, I mean the backseat does look pretty roomy.” He said as he began to trail his kisses down your jaw and neck. Your mouth fell agape as he sucked and licked a hickey onto your sweet spot. “You have a condom right?” You asked breathlessly. Grayson stuffed a hand into the hidden compartment of his car and fished out a condom, flashing it in your face. “I always have a condom babe.”
“Why the hell are you ignoring me?”, I whispered loudly as my voice echoed through the empty boy’s lockers room. I could feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks and tears forming in my eyes, I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand, trying to look serious.
Jughead kept his straight face, not even showing any emotions and I looked down on the floor; shaking my head as tears were falling down my cheeks:”You hate me right? Is that the reason why you are avoiding me?” I looked up while my sentence left my lips.
dear fellow adults: I will not be complicit in your bullshit.
I’m at the age where a lot of my peers and friends are starting to have kids, and in fact I hope to as well in the next 2-3 years, so this is becoming more and more relevant and necessary for me to think about and say.
being an advocate means nothing if I won’t put friendships and relationships on the line for it. studying and writing essays and organizing events and teaching on issues of children’s rights is worse than worthless if I won’t stand up to my neighbor or my colleague or a stranger on a bus when they cross a line.
social injustices are fuelled by willingness to look the other way, to quietly enable, to prioritize a “united front” over moral courage. adults are socialized to act like other people’s kids are none of their business, like it’s unthinkably intrusive to speak up or act against another parent’s wishes even when you recognize that something they’re doing is wrong, because those kids “belong” to someone else.
I will not be part of that. I will lie to you to protect your child’s right to privacy. I will smuggle books to them that you’ve told them they’re not allowed to read. I will challenge you when you make cruel and dehumanizing comments about your children (or children in general) as a shitty bonding ritual with other adults. I will tear apart your unfounded rhetoric about “kids these days”. if I see you hurting your child, I will protect them, and if necessary, I will hurt you. if I see you disrespecting your child, I will tell them they have the right to expect better, and I will treat you with the lack of respect you deserve.
if I can’t educate you, I will confront, challenge, and undermine you. you’ll get no “united front” from me. I don’t care about your feelings, I don’t care about your convenience, and I don’t care what you think of me. I care that people get treated with respect, dignity, and kindness, especially by those they should be able to trust and rely on most intensely. if you can’t manage that, we’re going to have problems.
Hah your big brother headcanons have got me craving a Michael X Heere!Reader or a Jeremy X Mell!Reader (or both. Both is good) so if you’re up for it, headcanons for one or both of those? Feel free to ignore. Love your writing, btw. <3
(i was secretly hoping someone would request this thank u)