ever know if he was about to say something so um yeah cries

Chat’s Heart Gets Stung!

Hey @edendaphne  so I did the thing…

Here is the artwork of Eden’s that inspired this.

I have no idea what I just created…


Marinette had a strange fear revolving around bugs, particularly scorpions (bug family or not Marinette considered them a bug and she was absolutely terrified of them). Needless to say Marinette was more than a little on edge when a guest speaker came to her class with containers and containers of bugs, including scorpions. While most girls were squealing over the various spiders and tarantulas Marinette eyed the scorpion’s cage warily. She wiped sweaty palms against her jeans and swallowed hard. Her heart drummed in her chest and her breathing felt much too shallow.

“Girl chill out it’s in a cage!” Alya shook her head.

“It could still get out!” Marinette pointed out.

“We’re almost legal adults and you’re telling me you still have a phobia of scorpions?” Alya shook her head incredulously.

“You’re still afraid of swing sets!” Marinette shot back.

“Hey those things are a deathtrap!!!” Alya snapped. Marinette raised an eyebrow at Alya’s outburst. Alya took a deep calming breath. “Okay you’re right but don’t you think it’s about time we faced our fears? Maybe today is the day we leave these silly phobias behind…” Alya urged Marinette towards the table of critters. Marinette’s chest tightened. She shook her head violently, flipping around in Alya’s arms and looking up at her pleadingly.

“Today is not that day!” Marinette pushed Alya away from the table, a lump already forming in Marinette’s throat. Alya sighed in resignation, patting her friend comfortingly on the back. Adrien noticed the girl in distress and began to move away from the table to see what was wrong. All the while Lila sat by and watched. She sent a loathsome look towards Marinette. Lila looked towards the table, smiling cruelly as she discreetly knocked one of the containers to the ground releasing its contents unknowingly into the classroom.

“Hey Marinette is everything okay?” Adrien asked. He knit his brows together as he looked on the frightened girl. Marinette squeaked, nearly jumping into the air at the sound of his voice. She turned to him pulling at one of her pigtails as she did so, cheeks pink.

“I’m fine! I just I- um- I- uh- bugs um they uh- the scorpions they- I uh-“ Marinette fumbled for words running her fingers nervously through one of her pigtails. A smile pulled at the edges of Adrien’s lips.

“Not a fan of scorpions?” Marinette nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “Want to know something? I’m afraid of spiders,” Adrien admitted.

“Y-you are?!” Marinette’s eyebrows shot up into her bangs.

“Yeah, they really freak me out.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“They do kill 6.6 people every year!” Marinette blurted. Adrien chuckled.

“So they kill six people and a half person?” Adrien smirked tilting his head to the side.

“Well technically it would by 60% of a person,” Marinette babbled, face growing red. She couldn’t believe she was saying this. To her relief Adrien laughed.

“Somehow I think we are getting this statistic wrong,” Adrien said.

“We probably-“ before Marinette could finish the thought Lila let out a sharp scream. Everyone turned towards her in alarm. Her eyes were blown wide as she pointed a shaky hand towards Marinette.

“Scorpion!!” she shouted. Marinette’s heart beat sped out of control. Her mouth went dry as her head slowly shifted down to see a small black scorpion resting on her foot. Marinette screamed as panic swept over her. Her body jerked backwards in an attempt to shake the scorpion from her. She stumbled backwards throat raw from the inhumanly high pitched noise emanating from her. She fell back onto the ground scorpion landing on her stomach. Her chest felt tight her breathing shallow and erratic. Perspiration lined her forehead. She could hear her pulse pounding haphazardly in her ears.

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Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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What are we waiting for?

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: kinda phone sex, ben wa balls and kegel exercises, slight wanda x reader in a platonic but slightly gay way, general awkwardness, dirty talk, vaginal sex, stripping, i think that’s all?

Word Count: 3762

i never know what half the shit i write even means, but here it is, it’s here and it’s happening, think of it what you will #godbless

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BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; J-Hope Version

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

You were curled up in bed, the blankets pulled towards your face as you slept softly. Then your alarm rang through the silence and you groaned in annoyance. You tried to reach for your phone to turn it off, but your limbs were so heavy and hot that you couldn’t do it. It was then you noticed how sweaty you were; how you were unconsciously breathing through your mouth and how scratchy your throat was. You pulled off your blankets slowly; and your subconscious prediction was correct, you sweated through your sheets. You attempted to get up, but your legs were so shaky that you fell to the floor, bonking your head on your dresser. You groaned, gripping your sweaty forehead to try and alleviate the pain. Your phone, however, fell from the dresser through the force of your fall so you could at least stop the annoying chiming sound your alarm made. Again, you tried to sit up, but your limbs hurt too much and you fell back onto the carpet with a soft thud. You huffed out an annoyed sigh and grabbed your phone, dialing a number, praying for them to answer. When the phone line connected you through, you almost cried in relief.

“H-Hoseok. I-I need you over here.”

~*~

“Y/N?! Are you alright?!” Hoseok ran into your room about ten minutes later, startling you from your dozing. He first noticed the drenched bed, then your figure laying on the floor panting softly. He bent down and brushed the hair out of your face, his eyes widening when he felt the sweat.

“Darling what happened? You’re so sick.” he fussed, running his hands all over your face.

“Hobi, I fell out of bed, I can’t get up.” your voice was scratchy and rough and Hoseok cooed at you, shushing your words.

He rolled you into his arms, carrying you like a baby out onto the living room couch. You snuggled into his embrace; afraid to let go of him. Hoseok had been there for you during all your rough patches. Ever since you two met in middle school, he had been your sunshiny best friend and your saving grace after all the years went by. You loved him. You loved Hoseok so much that it hurt, and it surprised you that he never caught onto your “more than brotherly” feelings. And seeing him worried and fussing over you almost made you feel guilty for causing him to act this way. But he knew you couldn’t help it, and Hoseok was more than happy to take care of you.

“I’ll be back, alright?” he smiled, placing a peck on your forehead before rushing off.

You closed your eyes, trying to steady out your breathing as you heard Hoseok move around your apartment. You heard the tub in the bathroom fill up, the rustle of sheets in your room, and rummaging in your hallway closet. Hoseok came back later, gently shaking you so that you could look up at him with heavy eyes.

“Y/N, I changed your sheets for you. I also drew you a bath so you can get cleaned up, and I brought medicine.” he smiled, propping you up so you could gulp down the pills. You took the medicine from his hand and he held the glass of water for you.

“You’re a saint Hobi.” you said, placing the medicine in your mouth before grabbing the water to swallow it down. Hoseok chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“I know, what would you do without me? C'mon, let’s get you up love.” he said, lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bathroom. He set you down on the toilet, rushing out of the room and coming back in an instant with fresh pajamas in his hands. He placed them on the counter before a pink blush rose in his cheeks.

“Do you need help…um…undressing?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face. You blushed too and nodded, looking down at your feet in shame. You could feel Hoseok’s hands shaking slightly as he pulled off your shirt, and he tried his best to avert his eyes, which you were grateful for. His hands burned your skin even more as they ran along your waist to pull down your sweatpants, and your breath sped up; and it wasn’t because of the sickness you had. Hoseok tugged down your underwear, and at this point you were nude in front of him and both your cheeks were as red as tomatoes. He gulped and lifted you up, placing you into the tub gently. You could see him sneaking glances at your bare body, and your confidence rose a bit knowing that your crush of forever found your body somewhat appealing.

“T-Thanks Hobi.” you mumbled and Hoseok attempted to smile in return, but you could see his eyes were clouded with something other than concern.

“Are you hungry Y/N?” he asked. “Y'know, I should just make something just in case, you never know…” he mumbled to himself, exiting the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind him. You giggled softly to yourself and relaxed into the warm water. You washed up and soaked for a while longer before the effects of the medicine kicked in and the need to sleep covered you like a blanket.

“Hobi?” you called in your scratchy voice, and Hoseok was there in 2.8 seconds. He peeked his head through the door.

“I think I’m ready to get out.” you blushed. Hoseok, though he didn’t blush this time, fumbled a bit in helping you dry off and get into your pjs. He carried you into your room, tucking you neatly back into bed.

“Do you wanna try and have some soup?” he whispered as he turned off the lights and closed the blinds, making the room darker.

“Maybe later. Can you just…lay with me?” you asked. Hoseok smiled and nodded, moving onto the open side of the bed and allowing you to cuddle into his arms, pushing the thought of himself getting sick aside for your comfort and care.

“You’re not too hot like this Y/N?” he asked with concern laced in his voice. You shook your head no and nuzzled deep into his embrace.

“No, you’re too hot for anyone in this world though.” you said drowsily. Hoseok giggled; the medicine was probably making you talk, so he played along.

“Oh really? Is that so?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m so lucky to have you Hobi. I love you a lot. Like, more than friends like. I’m so glad you’re here and with me at that. I don’t deserve you.” you mumbled. Hoseok just stared down at you, a sad smile etched on his face and he ran his fingers through your damp hair.

“You just say that because you’re hyped on drugs, Y/N. You don’t mean it.”

“But Hobi, I do. I really love you.” you mumbled incoherently into his chest, rubbing your hands over his shoulders lazily. Hoseok sighed deeply, nudging himself closer to you. He wanted to hold you like this for as long as he could; you didn’t allow this normally and he relished in the contact.

“If only you meant it Y/N, I’d make you mine in a heart beat. Cause I actually do love you, y'know that darling? Might as well confess since you won’t remember it later. I love you Y/N, I love you so much. God it’s so good to actually say it aloud, even if you won’t remember it.” Hoseok said softly, pressing you so close to his chest that it was hard to tell where you ended and where he began. You softly snored against him, pressing your lips into his collarbone gently. Hoseok rubbed his thumb over the corner of your lips, smiling to himself as he stared down at you.

“God, I want to kiss you so bad Y/N, you don’t even know.” Hoseok mumbled, sighing softly and he rested his head above yours on the soft pillow. He decided he’d sleep as well, dreaming that under some miracle you’d develop feelings for him too. Unbeknownst to Hoseok, he didn’t know that you felt exactly the same way, and that you heard and understood every word that he had spoken to you in your “sleeping” state.

Savior

She found herself in an abandoned warehouse just a few blocks from the run down apartment her father had rented until he gathered the insurance money from their original apartment that had burned down days before. [Y/N] sat with her feet dangling over edge of the catwalk, her body facing the industrial sized window that overlooked the dirty and deserted streets of the city. 

Looking down, she pulled out the pill bottle from her hoodie pocket. Running her fingers over the label, she fought back the tears. Closing her hand over the prescription bottle, she looked out the window and mustered up the courage to uncap the poison in her hand. 

Just as she was about to swallow all the pills, she jumped at the sound of glass shattering below her. She cursed as the oxycodone fell from her fingers and onto the warehouse ground. Standing up, [Y/N] peered over the catwalk and noticed a figure struggling to stand. Her eyes strained to adjust to the dark. Gasping when she caught sight of the famous red and blue, she scrambled off the catwalk and down the stairs to the first floor. 

“Oh my god.” She panted as she made it to the figure. Slowing her steps, she assessed the situation. It was definitely Spiderman, that she knew. What she didn’t know was why he was covered in enough blood to fill up a bathtub. Shrieking when he collapsed onto the ground, she ran to him. 

Kneeling on the hard ground, she propped him up on her knees. She looked down at her hands that were now covered in sticky, wet blood. “Oh god.” [Y/N] shuddered, she hated blood. Clearing her throat, she gently tapped his masked face, “Hey? You with me?” She scanned over the rest of him, her eyes widening at the ripped suit and exposed torso. Her heart rate increased, he wasn’t just covered in blood, it was his own blood. 

“Holy shit. Hey, hey, hey!” [Y/N] shook him slightly, “We need to get you to a hospital!” She pawed at him, struggling to find a cellphone. Finally finding one, she cursed loudly as it slipped from her hands “I need you to stay with me!” Trying to unlock the phone with her blood soaked fingers, she screamed when he grabbed her forearm. Leaning down, her brows knitted together at the muffled sounds coming from where his mouth was located. “What? I can’t, I don’t know, I can’t understand you.” He continued to mumble with her still unable to understand him. 

Taking in a deep shaky breath, she set down the phone away from the spreading blood puddle. “I can’t understand you with your mask on,” [Y/N] said gently. Biting her lip, she reached for the bottom of his mask. “I have to take your mask off, okay?” Not waiting for him to answer, she gently and slowly revealed the face that laid underneath. [Y/N] gasped softly when she finally removed the cover, her heart sped up even more. How was this possible? 

“Peter?!” [Y/N] cried out. Spiderman was a kid, a teenager? More importantly her lab partner in Chemistry. So many questions rolled through her brain but was quickly cut short when she remembered that she needed to call 911. 

Peter’s eyes fluttered, his mouth moving but very little sounds coming out. “Call Tony, not 911, please.” He croaked out. 

“What? Tony?!” She yelped, who the hell was Tony? “But, you need help!”

“Call……Tony……please.”

[Y/N] started to shake, she could feel his body temperature start to drop. Struggling to find this mysterious Tony number, “Come on, come on. Yes! Okay, come on, please pick up….pick up, come on.”

“Listen, Parker. You better have a damn good reason-”

“-Oh my gosh! Thank god, um, Peter told me to call you. I don’t know why, I should be calling 911. He’s bleeding out….there’s a lot of blood. I don’t know what to do. We need help! Why am I calling you instead of 911, oh my god, I’m so stupid. He’s probably going to die because of this phone call. Oh my god.” 


[Y/N] leaned her head against the frame of the window that showed Peter sleeping soundly in his hospital room. Her hands and arms were free from his blood but the reminder of almost seeing him die in her arms were still soaked into her clothes. 

“Here you go, kid.” 

Standing up straight, she looked up to see Tony hand her a fresh set of clothes. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a pressed smile. “You can get changed over here.” Patting her back, he calmly spoke. “He’ll be here when you get back, I promise. Come on.” 

Reluctantly following Tony, she thanked him and closed the curtain to change. Wincing as she peeled off her clothes, she looked around to find a spot to place them.

“There’s a little washing station off to her left there.” 

Following his direction, she sighed in content to know that she could wash the rest of the blood off. “Um, thank you.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” Tony twirled around, his hands clasped behind his back. “So uh, Peter’s never mentioned you before. Are you two friends?” 

Running a wet towel over her torso, she shook her head even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “No, not really.” Running it over her legs, she sighed again. “We’re just lab partners.”  

“Oh.”

Quickly changing into the fresh clothes, she slid the curtain open. 

“Much better?” He smiled as she nodded.

Guiding them back to Peter’s room, he slowed his steps as he got to the window. It was a close call and Tony was so unbelievably thankful that he made it. 

“He saved me once,” [Y/N] said softly. 

“Hm?” Tony asked, distracted from his thoughts. 

She motioned towards Peter, “He saved me, about two weeks ago.” Hugging herself, she bit her lip. “My apartment building caught on fire and I was stupid enough to go back up the six flights to get something and just as I was about to go back down, the stairs collapsed on me.” [Y/N] met Tony’s eyes, “I never got a chance to thank him and for the past week and a half, I’ve been sitting next to him.” 

“I’m sure he knew,” Tony reassured. Following her gaze to Peter, he frowned, “What were you doing at that warehouse anyway? Seems a bit morbid to be a teen hangout spot.” 

[Y/N] inhaled slowly, “I lost my mom during the battle of New York. We were on our way to see a movie when everything hit the fan. Our taxi got flipped over on its side and the doors were jammed. So, my dad kicked the window out and threw me. I broke a few ribs and my arm but I didn’t feel it at the time because all I could focus on was the fact that there were aliens swarming the city. My mom had suffered a concussion from the wreck and was fading in and out of consciousness so my dad climbed out first to get better leverage. He was a little shaky from it all too so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. I just remember standing there in shock and in panic from it all that I almost didn’t notice the gas leaking from the other cars. I screamed for my dad to hurry but the taxi blew up before he could even stand up to try.” 

Tony stood in silence, his heart breaking. He felt responsible for everything that had happened in New York. And it hurt even more to be standing in front of someone who had lost so much during it all. 

“You asked why I was in the warehouse and the reason was that ever since that day, my dad was never the same. And to a degree, I changed too but he just became so cold. Every time he looked at me, I could see disgust in his eyes. I reminded him so much of the woman he failed to save that he couldn’t even bare to look at me. Abuse isn’t just physical, Mr. Stark. It’s verbal too and every day since then, that was what I had to deal with. Him degrading me as a person, making me see myself in a way that my mother would never let me see myself as. I went to that warehouse tonight to be reunited with my mother. To be reunited with the one person who would have loved me no matter what.” 

Tony inhaled sharply. Nodding, he placed a warm and firm hand on her shoulder. “I tend to be hypocritical at times and this is one of those moments when I say I believe in fate which I normally don’t. But, had you not gone to that warehouse, Peter would be dead. Instead of ending a life, you saved one.” 


Peter’s eyes fluttered open, groaning from the pain, he went to raise his hand to his head but immediately regretted his movement. It felt like he had been hit with a train ten times over. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to the girl sitting in an arm chair with a Chemistry book in her lap. 

“[Y/N]?! What are, what are you doing here?” Panic started to settle into his bones. 

She looked up from her textbook, untucking her legs from underneath her, she set the book down. “You were involved in a serious car accident-”

“-wha?” Peter tried to recall this accident but all he remembered was being seconds from being ripped apart. 

“Peter! You’re awake!” 

“Aunt May?” Peter exclaimed, completely dumbfounded at what was going on. “I don’t understand.” 

Aunt May started to sob, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you.” 

[Y/N] stood up, grabbing her backpack, she smiled. “It’s okay if you don’t remember the car accident, Peter.” Walking over towards him, she gently patted his hand. “You were walking me back to my apartment after our study session when you pushed me out of the way of a speeding car. I can’t thank you enough for saving my life. Hopefully one day I can return the favor.” Just as Aunt May wasn’t looking, she winked and motioned a phone signal with her hand and mouthed call Tony. Turning towards Aunt May, she smiled, “If it’s okay, I’ll leave Peter’s schoolwork with you.” 

Aunt May nodded, tears soaking her eyes. “Of course!” 

Handing it off, she looked at Peter. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you around.” 

Peter still dumbfounded, nodded. “Yeah. uh, see you around.” 

Once she left the room, Aunt May wiped away some tears. “I know you’re in pain and everything but she’s cute!” 

TINY STORIES IN BETWEEN 

“I’ll look after Simon,” he says. It feels wrong, but: All that he has ever wanted to do is look after Simon. 

(raphael dreams and it’s heartbreaking)

ZINNIA

Elaine studies him quickly, and Raphael almost thinks that the lie is coming undone. Unraveling, just like everything else in his life. The Clave wants to burn him alive. Camille wants to kill him. The clan is divided. His family is in danger.

(raphael has mom feels in regard to elaine, I’m sad af)

BURNIN’ ON THE EDGE OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL

“Be careful, fledgling.” He warns, resting his hand on Simon’s face. He holds his cheek in his hand delicately, like he doesn’t want to hurt him.

(raphael + casual touching. he’s not as obvious as he hopes)

THE FEELING

He was okay with it. With being alone, with feeling the emptiness in the place his heart used to be in, with feeling nothing.

Until it stopped being fine anymore.

(raphael pov in how simon changes him, 339 words)

CLOTHES

Raphael just enters his room when he’s not there and grabs a few of Simon’s shirts from his closet. Purely out of spite.

(they’re very petty in this and it’s adorable)

LET US GO, YOU AND I

“I couldn’t go out in the daylight,” Raphael reminded him.

“Yeah, of course you couldn’t. I’m surprised you’re here at all, since there’s a death order put on me, may I remind you.”

“Simon…”

(sweet post dust and shadows fix it, 674 words)

NO TIME TO REST, NO TIME TO FORGET

But he couldn’t show weakness in front of others, not when people were so eager to use it against him.

(raphael working out his post-betrayal feelings with magnus)

I HOPE THERE’S AN US IN EVERY UNIVERSE

Talking to this Raphael, to the Raph Simon could’ve had if he hadn’t screwed up, makes him miss his Raphael. He just wants to go home and fix it.

(featuring 50′s!human raphael + saphael fluff)

TOO GOOD TO BE GOOD FOR ME, TOO BAD THAT’S ALL I NEED

“That was a bit forward,” he managed to breath out, before his face broke into a grin. “Do it again.”

(saphael fluff + first kiss)

ALGUNAS COSAS SON DEL DESTINO

“Um,” he turned to whisper directly into Raphael’s ear. “I’ve mentioned this before, but they still don’t know. About us. Jace probably thinks you hate me.”

(secret relationship fluff)

A MOMENT LIKE THIS

“Yes, I understand your threats. Now, if you don’t mind…” Raphael looked pointedly at Luke’s hand that still gripped his shoulder. He ignored the werewolf muttering Simon was right about the jackets.

(god this is precious. raphael asking for luke’s approval to date simon)

SAFETY NET

Simon is the only one who makes sense. Raphael has fallen in love, hard, he knows this much at least.

(many different saphael kisses)

JUST DIED IN MY ARMS TONIGHT

He had fangs out and had bitten into his wrist without so much as a second thought. Camille had given Simon enough of her blood to be obsessed with her but was it enough to save him?

(missing scene when raphael was carrying simon to clary/jace. oh my heart this boy fell so hard)

MONKEY

“So….you kissed me.” He eventually said, slowly looking up.

(featuring aggressive!simon + making up + first kiss)

DISARM MY HEART

He’s so beautiful and Simon wonders how it took him so long to see it.

(raphael kisses simon for the first time & simon was not expecting it)

JUST A NUDGE IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

It wasn’t too hard to figure out the other’s whereabouts because Raphael was quite used to being aware of Simon’s by now so he could easily find him, even in this loud environment that smelled of way too many different people and partly magical ingredients for drinks.

(matchmaker magnus and magic mistletoe, bless him)

THE BEST DAY

There was no denying that Simon did enjoy this new level of intimacy in their yet to be determined relationship and it felt like Raphael presenting himself to his fledgeling in such a vulnerable position, trusting Simon to take the lead, he fell even more for the gorgeous clan leader and he had been head over heels for the guy for quite some time now.

(saphael smut + an accidental love confession)

JEALOUSY DOESN’T SUIT YOU (BUT THE AFTERMATH DOES)

“Jesus Christ,” Simon tugged him into his chest and kissed him. They moved together for a few seconds before separating. “Calm your shit.”

(I’m a sucker for jealous!raphael so naturally, this is incredible)

CENTURIES OLD

Raphael falls in love with him in every life, and Simon doesn’t remember.

(reincarnation!au that broke me)

WEAR MY HEART A LITTLE LOUDER

“I wish I could say that you’re my home.” Simon blurts out unthinkingly. He looks to see Raphael’s shoulders stiffen, his body going very still.

(01x13 missing scene that made me cry, fluff + angst. also the title…nnnghh my heart)

IN BLOOM

“Simon”, She says her voice a bit teasing. “he’s your soulmate, write to him on your flesh.”

(soulmate!au where words appear on your soulmates skin, I cried happy tears)

IF THIS WORLD WON’T LAST

He had a chance, and that chance was ripped away from him by Camille. He warned Simon. He warned Simon. He warned Simon. This is his fault.

(raphael in the building with dead!simon, I love being dead :’) )

LIKE A HALO IN REVERSE

He would give Simon anything.

(You feel everything as a vampire.)

(I have no heart left after this one, it’s shredded. religious!raphael + smut with feelings)

FOREVER IS OUR PROMISE (AND YOU BREAK IT LIKE GLASS)

It was on a night when it was Raphael’s turn to be ‘educated’, that things got weird.

(incomplete/WIP  that tells the story of how they fell in love and apart, I cried. another title that breaks me)

RHODODENDRONS

Raphael does the unforgivable act of touching him. Grabs his shoulder like they’re something close to friends again. It hurts more than the cross ever would.

(episode: A Door Into the Dark from raphael’s pov. he is so soft and hurting. I’m aching)

anonymous asked:

Scenario where all the guys are arguing over being in love with the reader? (i want to see how they would handle that.)

I kind of made this an ailment thing anon, cause I just couldn’t see the bros arguing like that T-T I hope this is okay! 

While fighting a group of killer wasps, the boys are doused in an unrecognisable gas. It affects them in a most unusual way…

Fem!Reader x …all of the bros I guess!
SFW
WC: 4564 (another longer one, sorry!)

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The sound of clanging metal was strong in your ears. You and the boys had unfortunately run into some killer wasps on your journey, and they were posing quite an annoying challenge. The three huge insects were rearing up again, and you knew that at any moment, they were going to release those horrible status ailment gases. Nimbly you dodged out of range.

“Guys! Look out!” But your warning call was too late as thick blue jets of gas expelled from the three wasps, clouding around the boys still in close range.

“Ugh, does it have to smell so bad?” cried Prompto, swishing his arms around desperately in a futile attempt to waft the gas away. You knew that it wasn’t going to stop the gas from working into their bodies though, once it hits you it’s like it clings to you.

“What even is this one?” Noctis yelled, warp striking to one of the wasps trying to fly higher out of reach. He plunged his engine blade into the wasp, bringing it back down to the ground where Ignis impaled it with his spear. One down.

“I must say I am rather confused myself. I’ve never seen that colour before.”

“Yeah well, I say we destroy them before it has a chance to work.” Gladio charged at the second wasp, knocking it to the floor with a heavy swing of his great sword. You agreed with Gladio, the sooner you got out of there the sooner you could see what kind of ailment they had and treat it accordingly.

“Just be careful you guys, don’t let them have a chance to do it again!” You told them, and Prompto swivelled around to face you, shooting you a beaming smile.

“It’s sweet that you’re so worried about us! Don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

As the blonde was speaking the third wasp loomed over him, stinger posed ready to strike, but he hadn’t noticed.

Damn it Prom!

Swiftly you brought up your pistol, borrow from Prompto’s own collection, and fired straight at its body. Prompto turned to see the insect fly backward from the impact of the shot, and turned to you once more.

“Um, thanks!” He grinned sheepishly, resolving to get his head back in the game.

“No problem, let’s get the last one.”

All five of you turned to the last one, hovering above you. Prompto stepped forward this time, raising his gun square at its head. And with one shot, he sent the insect crashing down to the ground, where Gladio hit it with his sword to make sure that it was truly dead.

You relaxed.

“Ahh, thank the gods that’s over.”  You stretched, pocketing your pistol once more.

“Yeah, and you’re getting better with your aim too.” Gladio nodded at you, and you smiled at his praise. You’d only been practicing for a few weeks, and this was really the first fight where you helped in the attack.

“Soon you might be even be as good as me.” Noctis smirked, never passing on the chance to boast. Gladio biffed him on the back of his head, causing you to laugh. Never a dull moment with your boys, that was for sure!

“You alright Iggy?” You turned to look at the tawny haired man who hadn’t yet spoke, his hand cupping his chin in thought.

“Yes, thank you. I’m just wondering… I really haven’t seen that colour of gas before from killer wasps.” He adjusted his glasses, coming to stand beside you as all five of you set off back to camp.

“Yeah, blue is a weird colour for gas!” Prompto agreed from your other side.

“Indeed… and there’s something else rather peculiar.”

“What’s that Ignis?”

“Why has it not affected us yet?”

That stumped everyone. Ignis was right, going by the rest of the gases that the wasps sprayed, the ailment should have been almost instant. It definitely would have been showing itself right about now at the very least, yet none of the boys looked worse for wear.

“Uh… immunity?” Prompto offered hopefully.

“I doubt it. When have we ever been fully immune to status attacks while not wearing protective accessories?”

“Good point specs, but are you saying that there’s something wrong with us here…?” Noctis asked the question that was on all your minds. They hadn’t shown any symptoms yet… but was that really a good thing?

“To give you an honest answer, I don’t know. But I feel we should err on the side of caution.”

And with that thought, the five of you trudged back to camp feeling more than a little weary.

-

Your stomach was full, you were warm sat beside the fire, and you were very comfortably stretched out on the floor, leaning on one elbow.

That’s the life!

By the time that Ignis had cooked his meal and everyone had consumed their share, the atmosphere had lifted somewhat. There had been no symptoms from any of the boys, and a good couple of hours had passed at least. In fact, the only one still worrying about it was of course, Ignis.

“We’re fine specs. If something were to happen, surely it would’ve happened by now?” Noctis nudged the man in question from his chair, opposite you. Ignis shook his head in reply.

“We don’t know that. Perhaps because it’s a new form of gas, it is a weaker solution than the others? Therefore, it wouldn’t act as fast. Or perhaps it just needs time to slowly work around our bodies?” He mumbled again, staring off into the distance. He really was absorbed in his thought process.

“Eh don’t sweat it. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.” Gladio gave him a swift slap on the back, bringing him out of his reverie.

“Yes well, I sure hope so.” He answered quietly, re-adjusting his askew glasses.

“Hey [Name]! Do you want to go practice your shooting some more? You’re getting really good!” Prompto bounded over to you and tapped you on your back. He had been giving you shooting lessons for a while now, encouraging you to do your best so you could finally join in the fights properly. Today had been a big step for that, and you didn’t want to back down now.

“Heck yes!” You agreed, standing up instantly and scouring the area looking for the best place for shooting practice. Your eyes landed on a spot not far away from camp, in a clearing from the trees. The other boy should also be able to watch you and offer advice from where they were too.

“How about there?”

“Prefect!” And with that you followed Prompto down the hill, readying your pistol to practice. Prompto stood at the side of you, his own pistol aimed and at the ready.

“Right, so you wanna stand with your legs slightly apart to get the best balance, plant your feet firmly on the ground… well, when you can, I mean that may not be possible when you’re being attacked by killer wasps-”

“Get on with it!” Gladio called from the top of the hill, causing Prompto to flush in response. He loved this teacher roll; it felt great to be able to help someone like he was doing, to be needed by someone. So he felt anxious to not get it wrong.

“A-ah, you’re right! Okay so just copy my stance.”

You watched Prompto stand the way he just explained to you, his gun ready in an outstretched hand, and you did your best to mimic him.

“Like this?”

“Y-yeah you got it!”

That had sounded odd… Quickly you threw Prompto a glance. Was his speech getting slurred…?

“Okay, now raise your gun… aim for the branch of that tree there.”

Ignoring the slight slur and putting it down to exhaustion, you did as he asked and aimed for the tree in the distance.

“Now… shoot.”

The sound of the bullet echoed in the wide clearing, but the sound of the bullet lodging in the offending wood sounded even better to your ears.

“Yes!” You cried, hearing clapping from the top of the hill. The three boys were smiling at you, pleased you were getting better. It warmed your heart. Their support meant everything to you, and once again you were pleased that they had decided to let you join in their journey.

Gladio began chatting to Ignis, and you felt like having another go now two less people were watching. It would be less pressure for you. Cheeks flushed with excitement, you turned back to Prompto.

“Can I have another go?”

He chuckled at your eager expression, his big blue eyes sparkling.

“Of course! This time, try and show me the stance on your own.”

Nodding, you got to work.

Now what was it he said…? Stand with your legs apart for balance… feet on firmly planted… raise your arm…

“Is that it?” You asked, trying to look at the blonde over your shoulder.

“Nearly. You just need to move your leg an inch… no kind of like… hang on a second, I’ll show you.”

And in a completely unexpected move, Prompto came to stand very close behind you, his arms resting on your hips. It was like his proximity was suddenly all you could focus on, the almost feel of his chest against your back, the light drift of his breathing as his chin rested on your shoulder ever so lightly. The very real feeling of his fingers steadying your hips.

“Prompto?”

“Here, this arm needs to straighten out a little.” He uttered, his lips right at the shell of your ear, his voice taking on an unusually deep tone. His hands ran up from your hips, up along your waist and over your sides until he came to your arms. His fingers overlapped your elbows, gently coaxing them straight.

“Much better, though, your stance is still a little off…”

“Wha-?”

Suddenly you felt the pressure of Prompto’s leg sliding in between yours, tapping your feet slightly until you nudged them further apart. He kept his foot firmly planted between yours, his leg ever so slightly brushing against yours, sending chills up your body from the contact.

Well, this is certainly intimate.

“Prom, what are you doing?” You whispered, trying to turn your head to face him.

“Correcting your stance.” Was his simple answer, and suddenly you felt silly for asking. Of course that’s what he was doing. Perhaps a little unusual for Prompto who seemed to be a spluttering mess when he touched a girl, but maybe that’s just how bad your stance was.

Damn, I’ve really got to try harder.

So you left it at that, trying to ignore the slight buzz you were getting from his contact, choosing instead to focus on your aim.

Unbeknownst to you however, another set of piercing blue eyes were watching your every move.

What the hell is he doing?

Noctis had his head resting on a tightly closed fist, knowing that he probably looked as grumpy as he felt. But he just couldn’t help it. Prompto was over there just… just straight up fondling her in front of him. Under the guise of practice shooting, no less.

How dare he?

Shooting a quick look over at Ignis and Gladio, he realised they hadn’t noticed what was happening at the foot of that hill.

How could they not realise what he has done to get his grubby little hands on her?

Looking back down at the pair, his eyes zeroed in on Prompto’s fingers drifting over her body, his leg between hers, his arms pretty much wrapped around her…

He’s just imposing his presence on her like that!

He forcefully blew his fringe out of his face in annoyance, feeling his anger at the situation rise. And yet he just could not tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

“Noct, are you alright?” Ignis interjected his thoughts, draw by the annoyed huff.

“Just peachy.”

Ignis looked over to Gladio in confusion, who just shrugged in reply. Ignis knew at once what the big guy was thinking – bratty prince having another sulk, leave him to it. And so he did, continuing his earlier conversation.

Noctis meanwhile, was becoming increasingly frustrated. He felt his face becoming flusher by the second, his fists tightening as his blood boiled. His wide, piercing blue eyes alight with anger.

“You’re so good at this Prompto!” Came the sweet sound of her melodic voice, and he could stand it no longer. Forcefully, Noctis stood up from his chair and strolled down the hill, meeting the two at the bottom.

You noticed the raven haired boy’s presence before Prompto, and you turned around to face him, wiggling out of Prompto’s grasp. You smiled at him welcomingly, not registering the straight up scowl etched on his features as he continued walking, ignoring you completely. No, it seemed he had focused all his attention on the blonde stood next to you… Confused, you tried to talk to him.

“Hey, Noctis! Have you come to join in the- what the fuck?” You cried as Noctis had just continued on in strong strides, straight up to Prompto. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, the prince had thrown back his fist and swung it straight into Prompto’s chest, causing him to stumble. It would have been his face had Prompto not moved at the last second, dodging to the side instead.

“Noctis – the hell are you doing?” You cried, dashing over to where Prompto had stumbled over with the intention of checking over the no doubt distraught boy. But as you reached him… you realised he had sat up himself, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.

Uh… that’s not the reaction I expected. You backed away slightly as Prompto rose to his feet, thoroughly confused at the scene unfolding in front of you. The air almost crackled with the tension in it, Noctis and Prompto pretty much squaring up to each other. The former was gritting his teeth in major annoyance, shaking his hand to ease off the sting. The latter was dusting himself off, that smirk never once slipping.

What… what has gotten into these guys?

“Did ya see that, your highness?” Prompto almost spat the title, something which you’d never heard him call Noctis even in a respectful manner. His tone had become incredibly cocky, it was completely jarring against his usual boyish voice.

Noctis didn’t answer, only glared back with shinning eyes.

“She came over to me. How do you like that? Mr I receive everything on a silver platter. This is one thing you can’t get – her!”

Hang on a second… what now? Since you were the only female around, they had to be talking about you. But you’d never disclosed your romantic feelings to anyone, it just wasn’t something you spoke about with the boys. Where on earth had this all come from?

“And it’s the one thing I won’t give up on.” Noctis answered angrily, balling his hands into fists once more. Prompto seemed to find this highly amusing, his smirk widening.

“Cute.”

“Um, what the hell is going on here?” You cried, frustrated. This had to be some kind of wind up didn’t it? Quickly you flitted your gaze over to the two remaining boys atop the hill to see they were out of their chairs and watching the scene unfold with the same confusion in their eyes.

“Everything alright down there?” Came Ignis’ cautious voice. Even he felt unsure at what was happening, and also what to do.

Before you could answer, Prompto waved so casually to the tawny haired man, as if he was greeting an acquaintance.

“Superb, specs!” He called back cheerily, before his eyes rested on Noctis once more. His smile grew more pronounced, sending shivers up your spine. This… this wasn’t like your Prompto at all.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Pathetic.”

Noctis shook his head angrily, his frown deepening.

“Isn’t it enough that you have Lunafreya too? You always get everything Noctis.”

“Shut up.”

“And yet you still want more.”

“I said shut up!”

So ungrateful.”

And with that Noctis seemed to snap. With a strangled cry he charged forward once more, fists at the ready but this time Prompto knew what was happening. He swung back himself and soon the two boys were a flurry of fists, dull thwacks and crunches could be heard as the swings connected.

What…what in the…

“Noctis, stop! Prompto – ugh, help!” You turned pleadingly to Gladio and Ignis, seeing that they were already running down the hill to help break up the fight.

“[Name] get back!” Gladio cried, rushing forward to lock his arms around Noctis’ waist. Ignis ran behind Prompto to do the same, and eventually the two boys were pulled apart, breathing heavily. Prompto’s cheek seemed badly bruised, and Noctis has a shallow gash across his forehead.

“What in the name of the gods do you think you are doing?” Gladio admonished them both, the annoyance evident in his tone.

“Someone had to stop him from creeping on her.” Noctis kicked his legs out and struggled to get out of Gladio’s grip, meanwhile Prompto was stood calmly, not resisting Ignis’ hold.

“What are you talking about?” You’d just about had enough of this, whatever it was. You just wanted your old Prompto and Noctis back.

“He’s referring to his crippling jealousy, that’s what he’s talking about.” Prompto answered you, his tone still so sure and full of himself, rubbing a hand across his bruised cheek.

“Speak for yourself, you think you’re so slick? Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you always put your sleeping bag next to hers first in the tent. Desperate is what I’d call it.”

And for the first time since the whole thing had started, Prompto’s confident façade slipped at Noctis’ words and his features contorted in anger.

“How dare you?”

“How dare I what? Tell the truth?”

“Stop it! You sound like children!” You yelled at them both, finally causing them to stop squabbling for just a second. Were they actually both arguing about… about having feelings for you?

“Yes, I agree. You are both rather behaving like babies.” Ignis finally piped up, letting go of Prompto to straighten his glasses out. When he looked up, his eyes were shining. You sighed in relief, at least someone was talking sense.

“[Name] is rather befitting a man, wouldn’t you say?”

Maybe not.

His words took you by surprise, and even Gladio looked put out.

“Iggy…?”

“What would you want these children for? I could really look after you.”

A slow smile spread across his face, one that didn’t sit too well with you. A sinking feeling coiled in the pit of your stomach as it dawned on you – whatever had happened to Noctis and Prompto had happened to Ignis too. All three of them were acting really strangely, and even if they did all feel that way about you, the normal guys would never have approached it this way!

“Oh no, not you too Iggy.” You whispered, wishing this nightmare would just come to an end.

“You hear that specs? She isn’t interested.” Noctis gloated and pulled free from Gladio’s shock loosened arms.

“That’s not what I – stop it!”

Straight away the prince had launched himself at Prompto once more, at the same time that Prompto had gone to knock Ignis over. The result was a three way fight, all participants using their well-honed battle skills against each other. None of them were listening to your pleas, and there was no way you could intervene. You had only just started your battle training, you weren’t as fast as Noctis, or as good an aim as Prompto, or even as lithe as Ignis. To stop all three of them would be impossible.

“Gladio, do something!” You turned to the only man left with his head not clouded with some sort of irrational anger.

Wait, clouded…? Clouded! The one word sparked a realisation within you – this had to be the work of that blue gas! It was the only explanation as to why the boys had all been affected in the same way; irrational anger, possessiveness…

And lust randomly? You remembered the touch of Prompto’s hands again, altering your shooting position earlier. You had thought it unusual for him at the time, but it made sense now. They were all reacting as if certain emotions had really been heightened, that had to be the symptoms of the gas. But they had all been struck by the gas, and that meant…

Slowly you looked up at the man stood beside you, to see that his eyes were also shimmering in the same, hazy way that the other boys’ eyes had.

Oh no

Your elation at figuring out what was wrong soon disappeared, replaced by an unsettled feeling in your stomach.

“Gladio…?” You whispered hopefully, but it was like he couldn’t hear you. He was listening intently to the three boys currently fighting.

“You both have no chance. Do you even know her favourite food? Her favourite colour? How about her favourite song?” Ignis taunted, ducking low to avoid Noctis’ leg swinging for him in a strong kick.

“That I can find out about her! You don’t know how best to comfort her. Oh yes, one night when she was feeling down? She came to me.” The prince goaded, grinning at their pained expressions.

“You? Now I know you’re lying, you’re about as comforting as a wet mop, Mr help-I-can’t-deal-with-emotions.” Prompto cried and tripped Noctis up, the latter landing hard on the ground with a dull moan. Angrily, he scrambled back up to his feet before Ignis could land a punch.

“I don’t know what you’re all squawking about.” Gladio interrupted, causing the three boys to freeze momentarily, looking at him wearily. “You know it’s me who can keep her warm at night. Has she ever cuddled up to you in our tent before? I didn’t think so.” He answered with a smirk, and you felt like burying your face in your hands.

When will this end? Other status ailments usually wore off on their own, but this one was so slow to start with, who knew when it would end?

Suddenly with a heavy thud, Prompto collapsed onto his knees and fell face first onto the floor.

Prompto!” You screeched, running forward and kneeling beside him hurriedly. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that this ailment could actually… kill any of them. Nervously, you took hold of one wrist, checking for any signs of life. A steady pulse thrummed under your fingers, and you sighed in relief.

“He’s alive! Just fainted.” You breathed.

“Huh, fainted. What a coward.”

Returning your focus back to Prompto, you brushed his blonde hair gently out of his face. From that touch alone you could feel the heat radiating off his forehead – he had a fever. Was this good or bad? Did it mean his body was fighting off the ailment?

“Oh Prom. I hope you wake up soon.”

Hey!”

The shout brought your attention back to the other three, and instantly your eyes clapped onto the fallen frame of Noctis. He had also collapsed in a similar way to Prompto. It had to be the effect of the gas.

“I can’t believe…that they…” But Ignis never had a chance to finish his sentence as he followed suit, hitting the floor with a dull bang. Gladio followed straight after, his immune system most likely the stronger of the four.

Looking around you, you sighed heavily. Now what?

-

In the end, you had decided to bring the tent down to the boys, doing your best to shove them into the small space. It had been a horrible waiting game, dabbing a cool cloth at their roasting foreheads and praying that they would be okay. You’d never been more scared in your life, and you were damn sure you hadn’t slept for longer than five minutes when you felt someone shaking your shoulder.

“[Name]! [Name] c’mon, it’s time to get up or Iggy will be furious!”

“Huh?” You groaned, sitting up and opening your bleary eyes to see…

“Prompto! You’re okay!” You gasped, now wide awake. He was knelt in front of you, his cheek significantly better and his usual happy grin on his face.

“Huh? Course I am! Though for some reason this side of my face is really sore… I must have slept on it funny.” The boy sat in front of you rubbed his cheek, in the exact same place where it had swollen the day before.

“What… do you not remember how you did it?” You asked, thoroughly confused.

“Eh, not really. But since we are fighting all the time, I was probably battling it out heroically with some sort of beast.” He chuckled, and then swivelled on his heel and left you alone in the tent. Unless he was a brilliant actor – which you knew he wasn’t since he was terrible at lying – Prompto had all but forgotten the events of last night.

Eagerly you threw on your clothes and scrabbled out of the tent. On top of that hill, stood all four of the boys, chatting and laughing as usual.

What on earth…?

As confused as you were however, the relief in your heart was overwhelming. Your boys were safe, they were alive and best of all they were back to normal.

“Come on [Name], your breakfast is getting cold!” Ignis tutted in his usual, friendly yet admonishing manner that hinted he was only slightly annoyed.

Without hesitating you ran up the hill happily, smiling at the welcoming sight of the group all back to normal, though confusingly, none of them seemed to remember what had happened in their hazy state the night before. But that suited you just fine. You weren’t about to relive the horrifying details, but you knew to stay away from killer wasps in the future.

“I still don’t know why you pitched the tent down there big guy.” Prompto gestured to the tent as you dug into your breakfast.

“Actually… I don’t either. But I thought of it, so it must have been a good reason.”

“Maaan, I was so tired last night I must have just blacked out when my head hit the pillow.” Noctis stretched, beginning to pack away the camping things.

So they really don’t remember…

“Me too.” Prompto agreed.

“And me… Iggy must have cooked us a fine meal that sent us straight to sleep.” Gladio nodded at Iggy who smiled and shook his head.

“I hope that you consider all my meals that way.” He half-joked.

After you had finished wolfing down your breakfast, you helped pack away the remaining items into the regalia and soon you were on your way again, sat in between a napping Noctis and a reading Gladio. Things had really gone back to normal.

But as you relaxed in the back of the car, pleased that your boys were safe, you couldn’t help but wonder… did that gas force the illusion of those strong feelings for you onto the guys, or did it simply heighten the feelings that were already there…? You cast a quick glance at each of them, all blissfully unaware of what they had said last night.

I wonder


A/N: What do you think, dear reader? :3

Alex’s Sorting

Prompt from the lovely @iamdeltas – “Maybe something about when they first get sorted into their houses, and Alex is really upset about being in Slytherin.”

(Note: in this minific, Kara came to live with the Danvers a few years earlier than she did in canon, so before Alex was sorted.)


Eliza would have been most pleased with Ravenclaw.

“Oh, the good you can do with that mind of yours, Alex, why would you ever put that to waste?”

Alex supposes Eliza would be okay with Gryffindor, too, because even though that’s the House for those “hard-headed ruffians would put brawn and ego before brains and forethought,” a little bravery would help her protect Kara better, wouldn’t it?

And hell, herself.

Though that never seemed to be a consideration of Eliza’s.

Hufflepuff?

Eliza just wouldn’t believe it. And, frankly, neither would Alex.

Before Kara came to live with them, she thought of herself as a toss-up between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Her father always was telling her how selfless she was. How willing to put other people before herself. The way she loved, hard, fierce, with everything she had.

And she had a lot.

But then Kara came to live with them, and Eliza cornered Alex into being a third parent for her little sister, and then Jeremiah…

Everything she’s had to be, everything she’s had to bury, everything she’s had to become…

She’s got no chance at Hufflepuff, now.

She knows that.

But Slytherin?

Eliza would send a Howler for sure.

Because “Alexandra, it’s a disgrace to this family, to have such hatred in our midst” and “don’t you know their reputations, Alexandra, how could you possibly embrace those parts of yourself?” and “what on earth will Kara do when she gets to Hogwarts? Because they certainly won’t accept her into that elitist House of yours.”

Alex won’t comment on the irony. It’s always useless, anyway.

She’s useless.

Useless, because the Sorting Hat hears her pleas for Ravenclaw.

“Well you certainly have the brains for it. My my, what smarts there are in here.”

But that’s not all the Hat has to say.

“But courage, too, oh my dear, the courage of a lion indeed.”

And the damn Hat still isn’t done.

“So much buried in such a young heart; so much determination to do right by your sister, your mother, the memory of your father… Slytherin would serve you well, you know – oh, now now, resistant to the idea, I see – they’ll teach you to look out for yourself, you know, and the people you love, instead of looking out for the people you love at the cost of your own life – “

And it’s that.

That idea – the idea that she can protect Kara, and also, somehow, learn to look out for herself, too – that makes Alex’s brain buzz. That makes Alex’s heart leap.

That makes the Hat crack into a muffled smile and shout, “Slytherin!”

But she still cries in the bathroom.

Still cries when she slips away from the other first years, because she knows, lord, she knows, that when the owl post comes in the next morning, it is not going to be pretty.

Hogwarts was supposed to be her escape.

And now it’s just going to be something else she’s done wrong.

“Hello?”

The voice is small and the voice makes her crying stop cold. Makes her freeze and makes her heart do something she’s never felt before.

“What?” she snaps from inside the stall, and she thinks maybe the Hat was right about her, after all.

“It’s Danvers, right?”

“Who’s asking?” she snaps again, but even she can hear that her words are muffled by snot, by tears, by agony.

“Uh, sorry, I don’t mean to get in the way. I um… I’m Maggie. Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer. And I saw you slip away from the other Slytherins and I thought maybe… I thought maybe you could use a friend. Or something.”

Alex scoffs, still inside the stall, still not able to put a face to this name.

But she does remember the name.

And it figures, it really does.

“Hufflepuff, huh?”

She can’t see the girl, but she can feel Maggie bristle, can hear it in her voice.

“That a problem?”

Alex cracks a smile, and she’s glad this Hufflepuff girl can’t see. She rubs her eyes and she wipes her nose on the sleeve of her robe, and she unlocks the stall.

Her heart leaps, and she’s not quite sure why.

The girl is pretty. The girl is more than pretty.

She’s got these deep eyes, and this cute ponytail under her hat, and she’s got these adorable dimples. Alex can tell because the girl – Sawyer – smiles when Alex pops out of the stall.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“So is it a problem? Me being a Hufflepuff?”

“Not if it’s not a problem that I’m a…”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“I’m not crying.”

Maggie just looks at her, and somehow there’s no judgment on her face.

“Well, I don’t know much about… all this. But I met this boy, James – he got sorted into Gryffindor, we sat together on the train – and he says sometimes Slytherins are the bravest and smartest and most selfless people. That you can’t tell who someone is by the color of their tie.”

“You’re a strange one, Sawyer – anyone ever tell you that?”

Maggie chuckles, like she knows Alex means it like a compliment – because she does.

“Only every day.”

They giggle softly, almost sadly, and they jump when the bathroom door opens.

“Oy! First years, aren’t you supposed to be with your Prefects?”

“I… I got sick. Too much pudding at the Feast. Threw up. Sawyer was helping me.”

The strikingly beautiful, older girl in Gryffindor robes, with a gleaming Head Girl badge, arches a careful eyebrow, like she knows Alex is lying, but she doesn’t mind.

“Alright you two. Come on, I’ll show you to your common rooms. Well, as far as I can go through the dungeon, anyway, for you – Danvers, is it? – and to the kitchen for you. Sawyer, right?”

“Yeah. Um, thank you…”

“M’orzz. M’gann M’orzz. Come on then. You can continue this risque inter-House friendship in the morning.”

Alex gulps, and Maggie does the same.

Friendship.

Ten minutes ago, the thought was relatively foreign to both of them.

Now?

Now, the morning is suddenly something to look very much forward to.

Take My Hand

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Past Abuse (only mentioned no graphic detail)

A/N: So I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or fluff but given the past abuse, I opted to make it fluff. It is kind of long. Hope you enjoy it!


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Meant to Be - Part Thirteen: Love

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open  @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae@series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv@brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops@canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay @k9effect@meagisnotamazing @lunahdeer @karoline-phantom @aham-threw-his-shot-away @arissanoddle @autistic-alien @aceplaysbass @bathtab@xthaynesxalcoholx @sovaiill @jamiltone @youreyesaretherealtruthtellers @artandshitposts @gold–cleaver @externallyandinternallyscreaming @iloveunicorns64 @arieava@mayzietuff @betweeneverytwopines @bisexual-baka @sparrowb07@iswearimsmol @gad-jeffs @actual-dorito-steve-rogers @turtlesneedglasses@shock-blanket @angelicaelizaandpeggu @totallyademigod @karmana-stevens-569 @honakanee @i-d-e-k-any-more @the-other-fifty-1 @thendergirl  @toomuchartsstuff @alibug134 @notthrowingawaymyfood @passiveagressivelittlelion @bestfluteninja @multifandomweirdo @quiet-fawn-of-the-galaxy

Word Count: 3205

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, bad child/parent relationship

Dedicated to: @lafilton @feral-tomcat-hamilton and @limpblotter for beta-ing!! <3

A/N: my New York geography makes NO SENSE I’m very sorry… also FLUFF (and then angst hehe)


To everyone’s relief, debate club was cancelled that evening. Thomas and Alex had been unsure of how to proceed; would they continue to fight each other, or learn to work together? And Laf and Herc were particularly concerned about how Alex would handle the presence of John and Aaron in the debate room. So, it was to everyone’s immense gratitude that Mr. Adams was absent and had forgotten to enlist a stand-in for their club.

Alex had been the first to show up at the room, and, upon reading the hastily scrawled note announcing its cancellation on the door, he decided to wait for Thomas to arrive.

When Thomas did show up, he approached his soulmate with confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Mr. Adams has gone AWOL,” Alex laughed, and Thomas grinned in relief, stepping toward his soulmate and putting his hands on his waist.

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rings of fire || stiles stilinski

word count: 4876

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst

request: hiiii i’m such a big fan you’re such an inspiration to me! could i get a request where the reader and stiles are married and have a son and stiles doesn’t really help her and is constantly helping the pack and at work and what not and shows her and her son no attention? the reader confronts him one night when he comes home late and finds out he was cheating, so she leaves and sleeps at lydia’s so then stiles goes and tries to win her and his son back? sorry i it’s complicating i love you so much

author’s note: happy easter (to those who celebrate)! i hope you guys all like this, thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me with a couple things! 

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Being a parent wasn’t easy in any sense of the word.

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Dentists

Warnings: Fluffffffffffff

Word Count: 1304

A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.

Originally posted by xratherbeyou

You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was giving making you feel sick.

How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.

“Yes?”

“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”

“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?

“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”

“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.

“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.

It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.

“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.

“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”

“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”

You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.

“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”

“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!”
“What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.

“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.

After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.

“Do you think cars have feelings?”

“What?”

“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”

“Um, I-”

“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“I-”

“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”

He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.

“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”

Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.

“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”

“Ok. What.”

“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”

You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.

“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.

“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”

“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”

“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.

“Wait, no!”
Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.

“Don’t go.”

“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”

He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.

How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.

“Y/n?”

You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.

“Yeah?”

Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.

“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”

You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.

“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.

“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.

“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”

You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.

“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.

“I love her.”

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Honest

Requested.

Song or Quote : Honest by Shawn Mendes

It’s that I hate to hurt you
But I got to be honest
I can’t give you what you need
You deserve more than I can promise
And I’m just tryna, I’m just tryna
Baby, I’m just tryna be honest


{Part one of this imagine}

Tom glanced up from his phone to see [Y/N] walking towards the table he had grabbed just outside their favorite lunch spot. Tucking his phone into his back pocket, he stood up and gave her a hug. It took everything in him to avoid kissing the lips he had gotten used to. Watching as she sat across from him, his heart broke at the fact that in less then thirty minutes, she wouldn’t be glowing like she usually did. 

“What did you need to talk about? Sounded pretty serious.” 

Tom pressed his lips together, running his hands over his thighs as he prepared his thoughts. “Um, I wanted to, uh, we need to um.” Clearing his throat, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I don’t know how else to say it other then we need to break up.” 

Suddenly regretting opening his eyes, he frowned at her expression. The pain and confusion radiated off her eyes. Running his hands over his face, he groaned. He should have rehearsed this in his head or at least ease into the conversation. “I don’t want to but it’s just, I can’t. It’s so difficult to be in a relationship right now. With the stress and demand I’m in, I just, I.” Tom looked at her, biting his lip. “Say something, [Y/N].” 

[Y/N] leaned back in her seat, her chest feeling like it had been run down by a train. “I don’t know what to say right now, I’m kind of blanking on words.” 

Tom reached for her hands, rubbing his thumb over them. “I love you, [Y/N]. I probably always will but you deserve so much more from me and I just physically can’t give it to you. I’m not going to ask you to wait because that is beyond unfair to ask that of you. I’m being honest with myself and with you.”

She gently drew back her hands, placing them in her lap, she took a shaky inhale. “Is there, is there someone else?”

“No! Absolutely not.” Tom cried out, shocked that she would even ask that. “I promise, [Y/N]. There is no one else, no one but myself influenced this decision.”

[Y/N] couldn’t really say if she believed him or not. She had seen the premieres and had even been to a few after-parties. She had seen the looks some of the girls their age had given him. It would be easy considering she was off doing her thing and he was off doing his most times. 

“[Y/N], look at me.” He said gently, waiting for her to meet his gaze, he firmly stated. “No one else in this world has my eye, it’s only you. But, I just can’t give you what you deserve. I want to, god, I want to. I want it to be like it was, us cuddling on the couch watching a film with Tess trying to eat our popcorn. I want those back but with Spiderman and other opportunities, I-”

“-you don’t have to explain yourself, Tom.” She cut him off, unable to listen to anymore. “I get it, you’re growing into this incredible actor and you have walk through the doors as they open. I understand. I’d never want to hold you back.” 

“Oh, [Y/N], love. This isn’t about me, at all. It’s about you. I want you, always. But, I won’t always be able to and before it gets to that point where we end things on bad terms, I want to save it.” Sighing, he ruffled his hair and whimpered out. “I love you so much and I want it to work but my time is-”

“-I understand, Tom.” [Y/N] pressed her lips together, standing up, she leaned over and pressed a light kiss on the creases of his forehead. Pulling apart, she felt a tear slid down her cheek and land on his hand. Wiping away the streak, she took a quick inhale and tried to find her composure. “I, um, I should get going” 

“[Y/N]?” 

“Uh,” wiping away a few more tears, “yeah?” 

“I really do love you, okay? Please don’t ever believe that I didn’t.” 

Nodding, she gave a small wave. “Got it, I won’t forget.” 

Tom watched as she spun on her heel and walk away. Little did she know that even though she was feeling like the whole world was crashing down. Tom was feeling like someone had stabbed a knife in his chest and was continuously twisting it inside. It hurt to watch her walk away, to watch her walk away from their love, walk away from the last few years, and incredibly difficult to watch her walk away crying because he was the one who caused her to do so. 

Sitting back, he closed his eyes. The choice he had made was only benefiting her in the long run. [Y/N] deserved so much more attention than he had been giving her the last few months. Opening his eyes, he stood up and started his walk back home. As he took his first steps, he felt the full extent of the blow of having just broken up with her. What if he had made a mistake? 

Stitches [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! Will u pls do one where the reader is a nurse at alexandria and rick gets hurt and has to come see you so u can bandage him up? And shes younger and has always had a crush on him and he knows but has never acted on it. And maybe while shes helping him they start talking about personal stuff and she gets shy and blushes and hes teasing her about how he knows she likes him or something like that and it ends in super dirty smut?? I hope this makes sense lol. Thank u! 💓

Oh my gosh, this was so much fun to write. Hope I did it justice, anon! 😊

Words: 1,644

Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, dirty talk

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Amelia (Part 2 of 3)

MASTERLIST | Part 1

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: Meet Melissa.

Note: (I’m not sure what time it is for you guys but I need to go to class so I’m posting this early-ish? Sorry yo)

So..?? You guys have been crazy wonderful and supportive about part one and I’m stupid emotional about it?? I was low key terrified to post it bc I hadn’t posted any writing in so long but y’all are incredible and I don’t deserve you holy wow.

Anyway, here’s PART TWO uh oh here we go. I think it goes without saying that this wouldn’t exist without Taryn’s help but also like THIS WOULDN’T EXIST WITHOUT TARYN’S HELP.

enjoy the trash!

Word Count: about 12k whatever (I promise part 3 is less obnoxious)


Late nights working at the bar usually left you exhausted beyond belief, barely able to make it to your bed before you collapsed and passed out until the incessant buzzing of your alarm woke you up just a few hours later. You hated your job. You hated the low-cut uniform and the creepy men you had to serve with a smile. You hated the late hours and the shitty pay.

You hated it, and so you were trying to consistently sleep off the grimy film that shifts at the bar always left on your skin.

This night, however, was different. On this night, you barged back into your apartment after your shift ended at two in the morning with your mind already racing and fingers itching for a pen to start writing things down. You pulled out a crumpled wad of napkins that you’d started jotting ideas, facts and figures onto throughout the night and started transcribing them in more detail into a notebook on your desk– a notebook you hadn’t touched since the last time you had started planning a gallery display.

You stayed up all night, doing research and thinking through logistics and never tiring as you worked towards something for the first time in two years.

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When Angels Answer

Title: When Angels Answer

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,600(ish)

Warnings:Descriptions of spousal abuse, terminal cancer, character death, angsty, fluffy, smutty, tear your heart out stuff

A/N: I would love, love, LOVE, feedback on this!! Angst isn’t usually my thing so let me know how it is!! Enjoy!!



Today you’d been diagnosed with stage one breast cancer. And you were happy. How’s that for a fucked up life view?  This was the happiest drive home you’d had in 15 years.

Home was your own personal prison cell. You did as you were told because why would you further anger an already hate filled man?

This was your way out. You were only allowed one doctor’s appointment a year, apparently his care for you was enough to keep you healthy for ages. In reality, he didn’t want anyone seeing his fists handiwork. The one appointment a year meant you wouldn’t receive treatment. You could let the cancer grow and spread. You had a way out.

Sound extreme? Oh, it definitely is. Do you know what else is extreme though? Being thrown down a flight of stairs to be dragged back up by your hair, to take a steel toed boot to the gut and tumble right back down again. Why? You accidentally spilled his beer while he tried to have sex with you.

Running never worked, his grip on you was too tight. He tracked your cellphone that must be on you at all times. He counted the mileage on the car before and after you drove, only certain pre-approved routes were able to be used, so he would know if you spent any extra time out of the house. The neighbors all thought you were an adulterous slut, thanks to your lovely hubby of course, and whenever they saw you leave the house when he wasn’t home they assumed you were going to cheat and would call him right away.

There was no way out, until now.

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Good Job, Universe

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,392

A/N: Just want to thank the @hamwriters group chat for this wonderful idea based on somebody’s personal experience with my baby, Jordan Fisher. So basically, I took all of @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait‘s tweets and made a fic out of them bc how could I not?

With tears running down your face, you stood and clapped with the rest of the audience. You watched as the cast made their way back onstage and bowed. It was obvious they enjoyed performing the show every night. They were beaming, smiles on every face.

As you looked down the line of actors and actresses, your eyes stopped on the tanned, curly-haired young man who played John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. You recognized him instantly from his role of Doody in Grease Live. He had a smile on his lips, just as everyone else did, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Call it intuition, but you could tell he was upset about something. You wished you had the means to go and talk to him about, but you didn’t have those kinds of connections. You were lucky enough to see the show.

So you just clapped harder and shouted louder, attempting to make your gratitude heard.

As soon as you exited the theatre, your phone was out and you were opening Twitter. You found his Twitter handle quickly while you were muttering to yourself over what you should say. “Great performance? No, Y/N, everyone says that.” You declared quietly. “A show for the ages. What is this, a wrestling match? C’mon, think.”

Then it came to you. You tried not to seem too eager as you typed out a couple tweets.

I love Anthony so much but watching @Jordan_Fisher tonight in Hamilton was so amazing. He’s so talented, and makes an adorable kid Philip.

@Jordan_Fisher the animation that he acts with is totally unmatched from any other show I’ve ever seen, and that’s all Broadway shows.

@Jordan_Fisher I’ve never cried from seeing a performance, but seriously, you made me cry numerous times. Reynolds Pamphlet, Stay Alive, etc

@Jordan_Fisher I can’t wait to go back

You knew you probably seemed like a crazed fan, but once you started typing, you couldn’t stop. You let every emotion that he’d made you feel that night embody itself in those four little tweets. You hoped that they would brighten his night. He deserved it.


Monday came around faster than you’d hoped, but you decided to take the day off from work. Your job could be crazy stressful; a deadline here, a meeting there. You were all caught up on your work, and even a bit ahead of the game, so you didn’t think twice when you called in “sick”.

You noticed that you had a few Twitter notifications, so you unlocked your phone once more and opened the app. You gasped when you saw your notification tab. You couldn’t believe it.

Jordan Fisher liked every single tweet from last night.

A smile took over your face as you saw his reply:

@Y/T/H I can’t thank you enough for those sweet words. Truly.

If this wasn’t the best start to a day, you didn’t know what was. You had never, in a million years, thought that he would see your tweets in the midst of all his mentions, let alone reply. This made your day. And quite possible your life.

Of course, you didn’t know what to do with this information except repeat it to yourself over and over again with a grin splattered on your face. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

You got up from your bed and did your morning routine in a daze, a grin plastered on your face. You hummed one of Jordan’s songs as you showered and made up an embarrassing dance number to go along with it as you were making breakfast. After a particularly daring move (which totally didn’t cause you to almost fall), you went to grab some coffee from a cabinet, but there was no sign of coffee anywhere.

You didn’t let that get you down though. You decided to get dressed and take a small walk down the street to get buy some coffee from a nearby grocery store.

As you strolled down the street clutching your coat closer to you as the wind blew, you saw a figure hunched over near a door. You looked closer, seeing a man who was attempted to pick the lock. You’d been through this ordeal before, locking yourself out, so you felt bad for the obviously freezing and annoyed guy.

You neared him as he groaned and kicked the bottom of the door in defeat, “Stupid door.”

“You know, you should probably call your super.” You advised. “They should have a spare.”

He didn’t think twice about answering a stranger as he stood up straight, looking up at the sky. “I locked my phone inside.” He shook his head as he threw his hand in the direction of a window. “Left it on my bedside table.”

You tilted your head as you thought you recognized his voice. It sounded awfully familiar. He wasn’t fully facing you, so you thought about what you could do to get him to turn around. “Well,” You started, “You can borrow mine, if you like.”

He spun on his heel to face you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. To be frank, he couldn’t believe his eyes either. Of course you were standing in front of Jordan Fisher, how could you not have known? And you? You were the girl who tweeted him the sweetest of praises the night before (which was a horrible day, he recalled).

“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, his cheeks red (from the wind, obviously).

“Um, yeah.” You sputtered. You were taken aback; you didn’t expect him to be on a first name basis already. “How did you-”

“You tweeted me!” He said eagerly. He quickly noticed how excited he seemed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down a bit. “I was having a bad day yesterday. Stuff with my family back at home, and tour planning. Not to mention I was running late.” He rambled. He looked down and away, struggling to meet your curious eyes, “Basically, I was having a terrible day. Your tweets, they just reminded me why I love my job, why I love performing every night.” He found himself getting lost in your eyes as he spoke. “For you.”

You blushed and looked at the ground, not believing that this was actually happening. When he realized what he said, he immediately started stammering over his words, “I mean for people like you! Not you, specifically. Not that I don’t think you’re-” He stopped as he noticed you giggling at him. “I swear I’m normally cooler than this.” He told you.

“I’m sure you are.” You laughed. “How did you get stuck out here anyways?”

He pointed to a trash bag on the sidewalk, “Went to take out my trash and left my keys on the table.”

“Smooth move.”

“Thanks.”

You retrieved your phone from your pocket and handed it to him. “Call your super. Then we can talk about how much cooler you normally are.”

He chuckled nervously with his head bowed and thanked you. You leaned against the brick wall and waited as he made his call. His eyes widened as a sigh of relief fell from lips, “Thank God! Ben, I’m locked out.”

He paused for a second and furrowed his brow, “What do you mean, how? I left my keys inside.”

You giggled once more, only covering you smile when Jordan turned and gave you a playfully poignant look. “Alright, when can you come unlock the door?”

The frown on his lips was contagious as you watched him let out an exasperated sigh. “What am I supposed to do until then?” He asked. After mumbling an okay, he returned your phone, obviously upset with his current situation. “What did he say?” You asked.

“He won’t be able to unlock it until tonight.” He answered glumly. He cracked a small smile as he looked up at his window, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”

“Sadly, no. My criminal skills are subpar.” You answered, delighted that you made him chuckle. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as you perked up, a smile on your lips. Jordan looked back at you with a small amount of amusement in his eyes, “What?”

“I was going to go to the store to get some coffee and then head home to eat breakfast. You could join me, if you want.” You offered. When a smile started to break on his lips, you began to ramble, “My place isn’t too far from the theater either, so you could just walk down there at your call time. Or I could drive you. I mean, that would be a waste of a gas, it’s like a ten minute walk, but-”

“Y/N!” He stopped you with a chuckle. “I’d love to join you.”

You grinned shyly as beckoned for him to follow you. When he got to your side, you bumped shoulders with him, “I’m normally cooler than this, I swear.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Truly.”

You both laughed and started to walk back towards your house. You stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change when you remembered the coffee. Jordan looked at you, containing his laughter, when you spun on your heel and looked in the opposite direction. “The grocery store is definitely that way.” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

You were surprised at how well you two got along. You’d always heard that meeting celebrities could be a huge let down, but Jordan didn’t even see himself that way. He seemed extremely unaware of the talent that he possessed, and you made it your duty to let him know. You talked about everything from the passion he put into the Stay Alive reprise to the musicality of each and every song on his EP.

By the time you both arrived at your apartment, he was practically begging to hear more about you. “There’s not much to say.” You told him as you opened your front door. “I work in communications at an advertising company. I make people look good.”

“And you don’t think that’s interesting?”

“It’s interesting enough.” You chuckled. “Coffee?”

He nodded and sat down at the island in your kitchen, watching you walk back and forth. It was fair to say that Jordan was developing a crush on you, and he was easily becoming nervous over it. He knew that when he had a crush, he immediately lost any coolness he usually possessed and became a sputtering fool. Lucky for him, you were the exact same way, so he had nothing to worry about.

As you approached him with a plate of food and a mug of coffee, his head turned to the side. “Do you hear that?”

You furrowed your brow, “Hear wh-”

“Shh!”

He got up and followed the noise as you giggled at him. When he got to the doorway, he stopped then turned left. Once he was sure it was coming from that direction, he pointed down the hall and dramatically started walking. As you laughed, you never realized how silly and playful Jordan was. It was almost like he was an overgrown child. “Don’t do anything creepy!” You called after him.

“Oh no, you’ve foiled my plans!” He returned sarcastically.

“I’m just saying,” You said, “Normally, strangers don’t just go roaming through people’s houses and - Are you singing?”

Jordan’s voice got closer as you chewed on a piece of bacon. You sat confused, jokingly asking him if he was going to serenade you. “I don’t think you need me to do that.” He responded.

“How are you singing and talking at the-”

Much to your despair, Jordan was standing in the doorway with your portable speaker in hand, a smirk on his face and his EP playing from the device. You slapped your hand onto your face as you groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I appreciate the support, really.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” You defended as you went to retrieve the speaker from him. He held it high above you head, laughing as you reached for it. “I was really excited, okay?” You whined.

“Of course.” He grinned. “I just think we should take a moment-”

“Jordan, give me that speaker!”

“And appreciate how well the universe did-”

“I will tackle you, Fisher.”

“Putting this day together - Oomph!”

He hadn’t thought that you were serious when you said you would tackle him. You landed on top of him with a grin on your face as you retrieved the device. You sat up, one leg on either side of Jordan’s waist, and turned off the music with a cheer, “Victory is mine!”

After the laughter died down, you were both painfully aware of your position on the floor. You gasped as you stood up and offered your hand to him, which he graciously declined due to his sweaty palms. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh. You know.”

“Yeah!” He stuttered. “I totally get it. You weren’t trying to.”

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, nervously chuckling over your physical encounter. Jordan didn’t know what got into him though. He didn’t know if it was the innocent look in your eye or the way you nervously bit your lip to refrain from saying something stupid, but he had to do something. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Do you, uh,” He started. “Do you mind if I try something real quick?”

“I guess not.”

That was all he needed to cup your cheeks in his hands and press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. Before the kiss could go any further, he pulled away with a smile on his face, “Yup, you’re the one.”

You were confused, but the grin on your lips didn’t show it. “What?”

“My mother always said I’d know the girl of my dreams when I kiss her.” He breathed. “I just kissed her.” You giggled as he pecked your lips again and again. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you barely registered that you’d mindlessly agreed to go to dinner with him between kisses. When he finally pulled away, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Was that a pick up line?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

Moon, Stars, and Sun

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,577

Request: Yes.  -Leave requests here

Warnings: none my sensitive loves

Summary: Anon asked:  can you do a reid x reader where the reader has a son from when she was raped and her and spence have been dating a while and the biological father is dead and she asks spencer what to tell her son when he starts asking about who his dad is and spencer sees it as the perfect time to propose since he was planning on it anyway and the next day, emily sees the ring and freaks out with joy and tells garcia and jj and the rest of the team?

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

You curled your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself tight.  You had just gotten off the phone with Hotch, and he broke the news that Daniel Gunther, the father of your child, was dead.  He died that evening in his prison cell, and although you were relieved that your rapist was gone for good, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for Charlie, your son.  He was the moon, stars, and sun in your eyes and you didn’t know what you were ever going to tell him when he asked who his father was.  

Although he wasn’t old enough to understand much about it yet, you knew he would eventually ask who his real father was, since you met Spencer well after he was born.  He was bound to know that he wasn’t his real dad.

Sighing, you turned the TV on in Spencer’s bedroom.  You had moved there with Charlie a few months back since you’ve been dating for a while.  To your relief, both of the men in your life loved each other immensely, and that just gave you a truly warm feeling in your heart anytime you thought about either of them.  Spencer may not be his dad, but he was the perfect father, and that is all you could ask for.

You uncurled your legs and stretched them out in front of you on the bed, focusing your attention back to the TV.

“He’s finally asleep,” you heard a soft voice say from the door.  You looked over to see Spencer entering the room and your heart skipped a beat, the love you had for the man evident every time you saw him.  “That kid has got so much energy.”

“I know.  It’s a miracle when you get him to bed any earlier than midnight,” you said.  Your voice was softer than it usually was, and Spencer could tell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shook your head and turned off the TV.  “I just got a call from Hotch.  Daniel’s dead.”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at the news.  “When?”

“This evening.  They found him dead in his cell.  The guards think it was a suicide,” you replied, looking down at your hands folded in your lap.

“Wow,” was all he said.  After a few moments of silence, he grabbed your hands and you looked up at him.  “What’s the problem?” he asked gently.

“Charlie.  His dad is dead.  What do I tell him?” you asked.

“Well, you don’t have to tell him anything right now.”

“But he’ll start asking questions, Spence.  He knows you aren’t his actual dad and he’ll want to know about him.  I’ve tried to come up with a million lies to tell him about his dad, and I know that when the time comes, I won’t have the strength to lie to him,” you said.  You surprisingly weren’t crying.  Your voice was soft but rushed.  He knew you were trying to be strong for your son.  That you would do anything for him.  And right now, in that moment, he knew he would do the same.  Charlie was moon, sun, and stars in his eyes, too, and looking at you in that moment, with your hair unwashed and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, he knew you and Charlie were going to be a part of him for the rest of his life.  

“Stay here for just a second,” he said to you, getting up and walking out the door.  You had no clue what he was doing, but you watched him walk out the door and waited until he returned moments later, with a hand behind his back.  You narrowed your eyes at him as he sat in front of you on the bed, cross legged, his crazy mismatched socks touching your own bare feet.

“I get that you’re scared about Charlie, but the truth is, he’s a really strong kid.  There are plenty of things you can tell him about who his father was and what he did for a living, really the possibilities are endless.  But why don’t we wait until he is old enough to truly understand?  When he asks who his father is, just say it’s me.  Because as of right now, it is, isn’t it?  I mean you both live with me, and I love you both and I see us as a family, don’t you see us as a family?”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face as you nodded vigorously at him.  You did see the three of you as a family.

“And I think the best way to secure that picture,” he said, bringing forward his hidden hand.  He was holding a small red velvet box.  “Is to ask you this question.”  His voice was shaking, as was his hands as it opened the box to reveal the radiant cut diamond ring.  You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your shy smile.  “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.  Make me the luckiest and happiest man on earth by allowing me to be in you and your son’s lives for the rest of mine.  Will you marry me?”  Tears began to fall from his eyes, too.  You looked at the ring, small and delicate, but bright and beautiful.  All you could manage was more nodding and a choked out yes.

The smile on Spencer’s face was priceless.  In a hurry, he took the ring out of its box and put it on your finger, holding onto your shaking hands with his.

“I love you so much, Spence,” you said through the happiest tears you’ve ever cried.

“I love you, too, y/n,” he replies in a croaky voice.  He pulled you into his arms, enveloping your body in his.  And that night, without the words, Spencer showed you just how much he loved you.


“Briefing in five,” JJ said, passing by your desk that Monday.  You and Spencer kept quiet over the weekend, keeping the news of your engagement to yourselves and Charlie.  Going into the bullpen that day, you managed to keep your left hand occupied as not to notify anyone of your news just yet.

“Hey, y/n.  I heard about Daniel,” Prentiss said, coming up to your desk.

“Yeah,” is all you said.  I mean, what could you say.  Without thinking, you ran your hand through your hair, flashing your ring to a gaping Emily.

“Um, what is that?” she asked.  You quickly hid your hand behind your head.

“What is what?” you asked nervously, pretending to scratch.  For a profiler, you were bad at lying.  Emily grabbed your hand and pulled it to her, eyes widening at the diamond upon your finger.

“Oh.  My.  God!” she yelled just as Garcia walked by.

“What are you screaming about that I am not included in?” she asked.  Emily shoved your hand out to let Garcia get a good look at it.  “Oh my god!” she said, grabbing your hand too.

“Guys, please,” you said grinning.  “We need to get ready for the briefing.”

“When did this happen?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Friday night.  He said he was going to do it later this month but he just couldn’t help it I guess,” you told them, grinning even bigger.  

“Aww.  My heart is so happy for you two,” Garcia said.  Her eyes were still on your ring, probably calculating how much money it costed.

“Am I interrupting something little ladies?” Morgan said as he walked up to the group.  Penelope grabbed your hand and stuck it out to him.

“Reid proposed Friday.  You’re boy didn’t even tell you, did he?” she asked him with a smirk.

“Guys, we need to- oh my god,” JJ said.  “Did Spence propose?”

“Well, I guess the cat is just totally out of the bag,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?” Everyone turned their heads to Spencer, sitting at his desk with a fresh cup of coffee, oblivious.

Gingerly, you hold up your hand to flash the ring to him.  He pressed his lips together in obvious embarrassment.  You shot him a look of apology as you knew he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.

“How did you propose to your girl without telling me?” Morgan asked, but he was still smiling.

“Guys,” you all heard Hotch from the briefing room.  With that one word, everyone straightened up and made their way to the room where him and Rossi were waiting.

“JJ, mind telling me why all of you are late?” Hotch asked, handing out the files for her in frustration.

“Pretty boy asked y/n to marry him,” Morgan answered for her.  That made Hotch look over at you and Spencer in surprise.

You shrugged and held up your hand once again to show David and Hotch the diamond.

“Well, I say that as soon as this investigation is closed, we celebrate with a few drinks and dinner,” Emily said taking a seat.

“Congrats,” is all Hotch said to you two, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’m buying,” Rossi added before turning to the board to listen to JJ for the briefing.  You looked over at Spencer with a wide smile, and he smiled back at you, grabbing your hand across the table to hold.

You were absolutely the happiest woman on earth.

Daryl x Reader - Daddy's little girl (Request)[SMUT]

@daddydaryldixxon REQUEST TIME UM hey daddy daryl dixon is the best ever you could dish out some rough kinky daryl shit, showing his rugged wild side cause his no mercy vibe is pretty great 💯

Hope you like it! It took me 2 days to write it😂

WARNINGS: Smut, daddy kink, spanking, fluff

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS

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I wake up with the feeling of Daryl breathe on my neck.

I smile, thinking about what we’ve done all night; the sew was so passional but also full of love

I turn into his embrance and I notice he was already awake

“good morning sunshine”

Oh god, his raspy voice is such a turn on

“good morning to you too baby” I answered before kissing him.

The innocent kiss became more sensual until Daryl get on top of me, starting a trail of kiss from my neck to my jawline

“Baby…"I try to speak between his kisses

“Daryl stop!” i say giggling

He lift his head from my neck, a smile plastered on his face: “ What is it?”

“ I promised to Olivia I help her with inventory”

I get up and start to dress up, opting for jeans and a black tank top

“ I know you’re watching me Dixon, i can feel your eyes on my back”

Daryl get up to lay on his arms: “I can’t help when you have such a beautiful ass”

Laughing I walk toward our bed and get down to give him a quick kiss:

“ To be continued, I guess” I say before walking out from our bedroom

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“…And with that it’s over

I give the folder to Olivia who looks at it with a smile

” Thank you (Y/n), you saved me"

Before I could answer Spencer walks into the garage with two glasses of lemonade:

“These are from my mom” he say with a smile

“ Thank you Spencer”

Spencer get close to me:

“A beautiful girl like you deserves a treat”

“ Oh shut up Monroe” I hit playfully his shoulder while laughing

Since my arrival at Alexandria, me and Spencer became friends.

He has a thing with Rosita and he knows that Daryl is my boyfriend so he knows better on try anything with me, however I know he’s joking so we keep talking and laughing with Olivia not aware that a certain redneck was watching us

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“Baby I’m home!”

I call out for Daryl, knowing that is home since it’s almost dinner time

No answer? that’s strange

“Daryl?”

I keep calling him while I head to our bedroom

Just when I step into the bedroom I’m suddenly push into the wall

“You’ve been a bad girl”

He took my hands and keep them up agains the wall

I admit that I’m turned on by this, but I’m still a little confused

“Daryl… I don’t get what are you…

He shuts me up with a rough kiss, he’s tongue was fighting for dominance with mine.

While one of his hand keep mine agains the wall, the other one goes right under my jeans and panties

“Oh god…fuck yeah” I moan loudly while he starts to draw little circles on my clit

“Do you like my hands on you babygirl?

“yes…oh yeah…” I start to thrust against his hand, which speed up its movements on my clit

“Keep fucking yourself on my hand babygirl” Daryl whispers, biting and sucking on my neck

Oh god, I love this side of him

My screams and cries grow, I was so close

“Are you close baby? Is daddy making feel good?”

I couldn’t answer, from my mouth came out just screams and cries, he’s making me feel so much pleasure.

Suddenly his hand disappears:

“Why? I was so close!” I was so angry and turned on, a very dangerous mix.

“Because little girls that flirt with other pricks deserve to be punished"Daryl answerd sensually

He walks away from me, towards our bed where he sits down

His blue eyes are so dark and hungry, I have to bite my lips to not moaning

Daryl patted his legs before adding: “Undress and come lying down on daddy, babygirl”

I was so turned on that I almost tear off my clothes

Once I lay down on Daryl’ legs, he starts to massage my butt, trailing his hand down to my center

“You’re so wet babygirl” he says before slap me gently on my pussy

“Daddy please!” I cry out

“Please what?”

“Please punish me”

An hard smack collide with my left cheek, then he immediately hit the other one.

It’s the first time we do something like this, and I feel so good; Daryl’s hands are so big and rough and that’s enough to make me wetter

“Look at you, taking your punishment like a good girl”

“Aah…daddy you’re so good to me”

I can feel Daryl’s erection under me so I decide to give him some relief.

“If you don’t behave, daddy will stop right now, babygirl”

I stop moving, wanting to feel more of those spank

After almost 20 spanks, Daryl stops and start massaging me: “You’ve been a good girl, now it’s time for your treat.

. I rolled onto our bed, waiting for him to undress

Once he finished he lay down against the headboard:

“Come and ride daddy”

He hadn’t to tell me twice, I straddle him and alligned his cock to my entrance.

“Let me see how much you love my big cock”

Moaning I start to take him, moving my hips with a circular movement:

“Oh daddy… You’re so big”

Once I took him all, I start to move up and down fast, I need to feel him

He roughly takes my breast into his hands:

“These beautiful tits are mine” he says before licking them

“oh fuck yes baby, they’re yours”

Watching and feeling him playing with my breast encourage me to grind harder and faster.

“Look at you taking daddy’s cock… You’re so beautiful babygirl” he moans After a particular hard thrust.

We were so close to our high, the only noises are our moans and screams.

Suddenly, Daryl pushed me on the bed and straddle me:

“This pussy is mine” and with that, he enters me again

“Yes daddy, I’m all yours”

“Are you going to come babygirl?”

“Yes…oh yes, please daddy, let me come”

Daryl kisses my neck once again:“Then come on daddy’s cock”

That was enough, I came so hard I almost passed out.

“Daddy, come inside me, fill me with your cum… Please daddy

With a loud scream, Daryl came hard inside of me

He slump on me, hiding his face into my neck, living little kisses, while I circle his hips with my arms.

“Wow…That was amazing! I should talk with Spencer more” I laughed

“Don’t you dare sunshine”

When he tries to move away, I tighten my hold in him: “Please stay”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…Daddy”

Daryl scoffed at that: “I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No…You made me feel good”

I can feel him smile into my skin: “I love you (Y/n)” he leaves a soft kiss on my neck

I love you too Daryl

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Forever taglist: @youandyourstupidrope @chihuotheartist @weirdnewbie @lunalowell @sithlordalice

While You Were Gone

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Summary: The reader makes a deal to temporarily go to Hell for a week to save Dean. He doesn’t know what to do with himself while she’s gone and starts writing her letters…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: lanuage

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV….

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