he broke some of the blinds

ACOWAR SPOILERS

re all the shit people have been saying about “Tamlin has redeemed himself” “let’s all feel sorry for him now” I just… so strongly disagree with this romanticisation of an abuser.

Yes, Tamlin did some good things. He allied himself with the high lords, brought Rhys back, saved Feyre and Az’s skins. Yes he is a complex, nuanced character with the ability to do good and bad things. But this does not change the fact that he is an abusive misogynistic TWATHEAD. Everyone saying that they feel so sorry for Tamlin because he lost the person he loved, well I’m sorry but that is so WRONG. Yes Tamlin loved Feyre, but he loved her selfishly. He loved her in a way that required her to be who he wanted her to be, he loved her in a way that constrained her and hindered her growth. He loved her in a way that didn’t allow her the freedom to become the person she wanted to be.
Not to mention the disgusting misogynistic comments he made about Feyre in the high lords meeting. They aren’t even together anymore and he is STILL sexualising her.
Not to mention his cruelty towards Lucien, making him have sex with Ianthe on Calanmai, sneering at him and not giving him any respect or time to speak or explain when he saw him in Illyrian leathers at the final meeting.

Yes, he has himself suffered, but a tragic past does NOT justify becoming an abuser. Look at Feyre, Rhys, Mor, Azriel. They have all suffered forms of abuse themselves.
Feyre herself acknowledged that there is something fucked up about him: “One day, perhaps he would face those insidious fears, that destructive rage rotting away inside him.” This is in no way Feyre saying that Tamlin is a good person, this is her acknowledging that he isn’t, and hoping that someday he can overcome that and better himself and find peace.

Yes, Feyre wished him happiness, but that does not equal redemption, that does not forgive his abuse of our beloved protagonist. That is Feyre letting go of the pain he caused, the hatred and the darkness he created in her. That does not make his actions​ ok.

He broke her in ACOMAF, he wrecked her soul. She was struggling and she was lost and he turned a blind eye to her pain, her suffering, and he did not help her, did not comfort her. He constrained her, trapped her and caused more damage to an already broken, hurting shell of a person. And there is no excuse for that. He did not lose the person he loved, he drove her away, and while he may have bettered himself in some ways and done good things, he deserves everything that’s coming to him as a consequence of that abuse.

Please hang up and try again

(ao3)


Clarke is mildly annoyed to see her phone light up with the hospital’s number, buzzing incessantly against the couch. She hates getting called in when she’s actually on-call. Getting called in on her day off, when she’s already eight episodes deep into a Prison Break binge, is even worse.

She’s pretty sure Maya is on shift tonight, and since Maya is the kind of friend Clarke can threaten with bodily harm without any love lost between them, she swipes to answer and sighs, “Whatever huge emergency I’m getting called in on my day off to deal with, it better be able to wait because I’m in my pajamas and there are hardly any trains running at this time of night.”

There’s an unexpected pause on the line.

“Clarke?”

“Yeah, did you not mean to call me?” She asks hopefully. “Does this mean I don’t have to come in?”

“No, uh–” Maya stutters. “I mean– We don’t need you here but… you might still want to come in? There’s a patient in the ER who gave us your number for his emergency contact.”

Clarke frowns. “Who is it?”

“I can’t really understand him, he’s slurring pretty bad,” says Maya, sounding as exasperated as Clarke has ever heard her. “It sounds like he’s saying his name is Baloney but I’m honestly just not willing to accept that. Even with the way people name their kids these days.”

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You Didn’t Have to Lie!  [ A.A ] - Part 2

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: Summary: Archie and you have just gotten into a massive fight which leaves the both of you very heartbroken. You see each other in the halls of the school but have never had the guts to confront one another since that night. 

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: Maybe just mild language?

A/N: Okay so totally I was not expecting such a positive response to the first part of thi (nor was I expecting so many peopele to ask for a second part) but I’m so glad that you guys because, frankly enough, I really enjoyed writing both parts! So here you go!

Also, I recommend reading part one first, if you haven’t, because it will make much more sense if you do. :)

Part One

“Leave me alone, Archie.”

“No,” Archie states, fiddling with the strap of his backpack with his left hand. “Please - just hear me out.”

You stood about a foot and a half away from the wall of the hallway, your shoulder inches away from the first in a long line of student lockers. Several textbooks were gripped tightly against your chest, your fingers aching as you clench them around the corners of them. Archie was standing in front of you. He wasn’t as close to you as he would usually be and you noticed the difficulty that he had keeping his distance.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to say, Andrews.” You sigh, actively avoiding eye contact with the redhead who left you a mess for days.

“There is-” He cuts himself off, running a hand through his tousled red locks before finishing his sentence with a sigh, “There is so much left for me to say. Things that I should have said before now–things I shouldn’t have waited so long to tell you.”

“Archie, listen,” You shake your head, attempting to move around his frame and leave but failing due to the size advantage he had over you. “You hurt me real bad. How do I know you aren’t back to put me through more pain? How do I know that you won’t yell at me again or–or remind me how bloody annoying you think I am?”

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!”

“Then what did you mean, huh?” You grit your teeth, pressing your back against the wall for support. You didn’t know if you could stand straight without the help; especially while having the conversation that you had been dreading for so long. The plain wall of the school’s hallway was the only thing stopping you from collapsing at Archie’s feet.

“I just–I’m sorry, Y/N,” Archie pushes out, placing a hand on the wall beside your head, blocking any way of exit for you. He didn’t like forcing you to stay, especially when he knew how uncomfortable you must be feeling. “And I know that it’s not enough just for me to say that but I-I can’t lose you. I couldn’t stand being without you–knowing that I had hurt you, even if it was just three days.”

“Why are you telling me this? Why are you trying to–”

“I’m not willing to give up on what we have here. I was stupid for saying the things I said and I didn’t mean any of it.” Archie looks at you with pleading eyes, his bottom lip between his white teeth. He looked beyond nervous and scared as hell. Because he was. He was so nervous that he could lose you just when he realised that he does love you and that he always did. “Please, Y/N, please.

“Please what?” You ignore the looks he gives you, deciding to just say whatever the hell comes to your mind. Despite having something prepared for the moment you would have to have this conversation, you still had no idea what to do or say. So, you just went by instinct. “You broke my heart, damn it!”

“I know I broke your heart and I hate that!” Archie was so close to letting tears fall but he knew that the busy hallway was not the place for him to make this any harder for anyone. “God, I hate it so much. I hate that I was so stupid! That I lied to you, that I hurt you, that I broke your heart. But, I can’t go on without us–without you.”

“You said you didn’t love me. Why are you doing this if you don’t love me, Archie? Is this some sort of sick joke to you?”

“I’m doing this because I do love you. I just–I was blind and naive and I didn’t want to accept for some stupid reason, that I fell in love with you. I understand that I messed up, I do, but I want us to work.” Archie’s eyes rest on the linoleum floor, not having the guts to look you in the eye.

“That’s not fair, Archie. You can’t–you can’t just say that to me and expect everything to be alright. Because I don’t believe you. For all I know, you’re not even telling the truth.”

“I am telling the truth, Y/N. I love you so much,” He lets a tear fall down his tinted cheeks, the both of you watching as it hits the dirty surface of his shoes. You’d never seen Archie cry despite him having been your shoulder to cry on time after time again. It made your heart break even more. “I can’t–I can’t do it without you. Any of it. I can barely breath without knowing that I have you and that you have me. I don’t know how to make you believe me but I’m not lying this time, I promise.”

“Archie…” You trail off, lifting a shaking hand to his cheek. You too, had let a few tears fall but you had quickly wiped them away with the sleeve on your other arm. The frustration you were feeling towards him washed away within seconds. 

You felt warmer than you had ever felt and the feeling in your stomach was one that could never be put into words. The more you heard Archie say that he loved you, the more you saw the look in his eyes, the more you felt yourself falling more in love with him than ever.

“I could tell you every passing second that I love you and it would never add up to how much I truly do. I love you more than every ‘I love you’ spoken, whispered or thought. I love you more and more with each breath I take and I will never ever stop loving you.”

“Oh, Archie,” You almost sob. Your heart swells as a small but hopeful smile forms on Archie’s lips. “I love you more than you could ever know.”

“Be mine again. Please.” He breathlessly whispers, placing his forehead

“You don’t even need to ask.”

And with that you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into what must have been the most passion and love filled kiss the two of you have ever shared. His hands grip your hips and your fingers fiddle with the small hairs on the back of his neck.

You both smile against each other’s lips, ignoring the looks that you were receiving from other students. Neither of you cared. The two of you were together and endlessly in love; then, now and until your hearts stopped beating.

Disposable pt3

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy.

Part 1, , 4


You made a series of excuses to get off the phone with Namjoon before curling up under your covers and wishing you hadn’t gone out the previous night. Namjoon insisted that he meet your boyfriend, and you agreed to have lunch with him out of desperation to make him stop talking (it didn’t help that you ran out of reasons not to go). You had lots of friends who were men, surely you could ask one of them to pretend for a day. 

You wracked your brain trying to remember what had happened, but all it was doing was making your headache worse. You weren’t thinking straight and you knew it. You needed coffee and a cold shower.

Your phone was still buzzing every few seconds, and you finally looked at the other messages. 

“Since when are you in a relationship??” 

“Wow he’s cute!! How have u never introduced me!?”

“Never knew you were the secretive type! How long have u been seeing him?”

“You’ve been seeing a hot guy and u never thought to tell me?”

You groaned. All of the messages were from different people, various friends and coworkers. There were more texts that you didn’t even open, you suspected they all said about the same thing. You opened Hani’s message again, sending a quick “What did I apparently tell the whole world last night?”

She sent a picture in response. It took you a second to register what it was in your hungover state. It was a screenshot of a snap, captioned with “Cutest boyfriend ever!!”

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Too Blind to See

Josh Dun x Reader. Requested: Yes. Word Count: 1,678. Josh Dun and you break up, but six months later your friend tries to set you up on a blind date with him.

A/N: sorry if this is a little off the beaten path of what you wanted. I’m a little rusty as I am getting back into writing. 

You scrolled through your twitter timeline only to see another tweet about Josh and Tyler. No matter what you did to avoid him, it’s like he was everywhere. Don’t get it wrong, you were proud of the band, you really were. They had just won a Grammy and you knew how hard they had worked for it and how much they deserved to be recognized on this scale. But his face was everywhere and his name was always coming up in conversation. You couldn’t go on social media without seeing that tousled mess of yellow hair and that bright smile. Whenever you were at a party, someone always seemed to mention “the drummer from Twenty One Pilots.” Sometimes you rolled over in the morning and almost expected him to still be there, lying next to you and kissing your forehead. But the last morning you had like that was a six month old memory. Josh had broken up with you, and you remember that night clear as day.

“Josh. I’m trying here. I just won’t be able to come see you on tour this time. I know we were planning for me to visit at some point but my hands are tied. I can’t get out of this hole I’m in at work.”
You stood in front of Josh, desperately trying to explain to him that you couldn’t come visit him on tour this month. It was the night before he was supposed to leave and bad news had just been dropped in your lap by your boss. He sat you down at work and firmly told you that you “could not afford anymore vacation days this quarter.” He made it clear that the company’s success was dependent on having all hands on deck for the next month or so. You had just recently taken some vacation days to go visit your best friends from high school anyway, so he emphasized how your presence at work was needed. “Just please be here this month,” your boss begged. It sounded like a question, but you knew it was a demand. Josh just stood there and shook his head. “Y/N I feel like you just can’t make time for us anymore. You know I can’t go a whole month without seeing you. I can’t have this relationship be standing on a foundation of a few quick texts a day. I need YOU.” All you could do was ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut. You worked so hard at your job and all of a sudden your boss restrained you from taking a few days off. You had urged him as best as you could to let you work while on the road. It would just be 5 days, you would bring your laptop and all the papers that you needed to look over, and you could make calls. Heck, you would pay for a whole other months worth of cell service if that’s what it required, but he refused. So now Josh was furious and there was nothing you could do. “Josh. I promise I will call every day. I really care about us, you know that. I really want to make this work.”
Josh’s face twisted slightly with anger. “Really Y/N? Because if you really wanted to make it work, you wouldn’t have used up all of your other vacation days on going back home to see your old friends instead of saving them for tour.”
“How dare you criticize my priorities? If I want to go every once in a while to see my friends back home , that’s not for you to judge!”
Josh’s fist came down on the counter top with a thud. “Jesus, Y/N! I come back here to see you more than I go back to Columbus to see my own family! You don’t know how hard my job is too.”
And then you said something you forever will regret. Through gritted teeth you spat, “Oh I’m sure it is Joshua. Playing music in front of thousands of adoring fans seems really damn tough to do.” Your mouth snapped shut as soon as you realized what you had said. Josh looked hurt, but definitely more angry than hurt. “I’m sorry my needing you is so inconvenient. Call me when you get your priorities straight,” he mumbled and stormed out of the door.

Long story short: you never called, and he never came back through your door. It seemed stupid now, the reason you broke up, but you felt insulted by Josh’s anger about a situation you could not control, and he felt hurt by what you said… especially because you knew he still got anxious about performing. After the past 6 months of ongoing heartbreak, you just wanted to start fresh again. You wished you could start dating again without meeting some guy at a bar or a club. That scene was never really your favorite atmosphere for meeting new people.

“C'mon Y/N, how about a blind date?” Your hair stylist asked as you sat down her chair. At first you rolled your eyes at the idea. Blind dates seemed like a rather desperate attempt to you. Your hair stylist, and confidant of two years, sensed your uneasy feeling. “Relax Y/N. It’s not as nerve racking as you would think. Just think of it as setting high standards for who you go on a date with… that you like your men to come recommended and thought highly of. I could set you up.” You glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m putting my trust in you on this one. Don’t let me down.”

— Time Skip —

As the clock ticked closer to the time of your dinner, you felt the nauseous feeling in your stomach grow more intense. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to have your hair stylist set you up with someone. Even though, she told you he was “a super cute sweetheart with a charming smile” and set the date at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants. You adjusted your hair in your car mirror and sighed. Josh and you had always loved this restaurant… that is, when you convinced him to go somewhere nicer than Taco Bell. You contemplated pulling away from your parking spot and driving home. You could say you got sick at the last minute and reschedule, but it was already 6:30 and the little voice in your head was forcing you to leave the safety of your car. You owe this to yourself to try. You owe it to yourself to give love a second chance.

Your phone buzzed. It was your hair stylist: 

 Hey girlie! I told him to sit at the last booth by the far window. Have fun ;)

You opened the door of the restaurant and gazed down the rows of booths and tables for two. That’s when your eyes landed on an all too familiar mess of yellow hair. “Josh?”

Oh no. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud. He immediately recognized your voice and his head whipped around. “Y/N?“ 

Suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes met Josh’s, you swore you could see it all click in his mind as well. The yellow hair. Your hair stylist. She knew Josh. She had helped him re-dye his hair yellow. She had always loved you two together, so when she saw you both were missing each other as much as you did, she tried to set you up on what was supposed to be a “blind date.”

Josh shyly waved you over. “Come sit, Y/N. It’s been a while.” Your legs started to shake as you walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. “Josh, I didn’t know she would… ya know… us… together…” He looked up at you and bit his lip. “I didn’t either… but I may have mentioned a few times that I’ve uh- I’ve- umm… missed you.” He scratched his head and tapped his fingers on the table out of nervous habit. Oh how you wished you could just reach over and grab his hand and calm his anxiety. Truth is, you still wished you were with Josh, but you were at a loss for words. Your silence made him regret his prior confession, so he quickly changed the topic. “So… you wanted to start dating again?” he questioned.

“Well didn’t you want to start dating again? I mean… I suppose you expected to see a stranger here as well.”

He leaned back and his seat and shut his eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head just like you did the night you broke up, but not angry this time. He looked focused, like he was formulating immensely important words to say.

“No.”

“No?”

“No Y/N. There has always been a part of me that hoped we would cross paths again, just like this, like something out of a movie. I guess going on a date was me trying to distract myself. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You were shocked. Stunned beyond words. Josh still loved you too.

“I’m sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way, I- I mean I know it was me that walked out that night, but that fight was so stupid. I should’ve just come back to you. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. I regret it all the time I-”

You took his hands in yours from across the table and jumped to interrupt him. “No. Joshua. I’m so sorry for that night too. I think I always knew you’d find me again. You always do.” That signature smile of his crept onto his lips. “Well then. Is this a date?” You giggled at his gesture and nodded your head. “Yeah. I guess so. We can take this slow again though Josh. I don’t want you to rush into this and bite off more than you can chew.”

Josh opened the menu and scanned the options. “Don’t worry. I chew a lot.”

the best medicine is you|| matt murdock

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

After his recent run in with Fisk and the temporary loss of Foggy, Matt has ultimately decided that the best medicine to his aching heart is the woman who loves him more then just about anything else in this world. 

This is fluff. Pure fluff. I just finished Season 1 of Daredevil and I’m head over heels for Matthew Murdock. He’s the definition of ‘deserves the world’ so here’s an short oneshot! I’ll probably write four or five of these when I have some time - This week is going to be hellish. 

Set between 1x10 and 1x11

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Blind Date

Summary: Mickey is home from Mexico, and Mandy sets him up on a blind date. Ian is also on a blind date. When they see each other, they leave their guys, and rekindle their love.

Word Count: 1990

Notes: This was so cute!!


Ever since his name got cleared in the United States, he wanted to come home from Mexico, and after a phone call with Mandy, they were planning to meet up and get the hell home.

About a week into being home, Mandy had already set her brother up on a blind date. The man she set him up with was her ex-boyfriend’s brother, and damn, she thought he was a looker.

Mickey complained and tried to protest, but Mandy wasn’t having it. Mickey needed some dick in his life, it’s way overdue, and though he won’t outwardly admit that, he knew it was true.

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Stiles- I’ll Always Want This

Request-  Hello, can I request a imagine where the reader is Scott’s human little sister (15 years) and hunter kidnap her and torture her to get information out of Scott so the whole pack tries to find her.

A/N- So I kind of did my own thing with this, but I hope you like it! Sorry I’ve been so inactive guys, I’ve been catching up on a lot of things now that I have some free time. Enjoy!

You pulled back the blinds of your living room window, watching as your brother Scott’s dirtbike disappeared down the street. The neighborhood was dark for a few brief seconds after he rounded the corner, but soon a pair of headlights was shining up your driveway.
You broke into a grin and pulled open the door, and slipped out into the warm summer air. The lights were so bright in your eyes that you couldn’t see his face when he hopped out of the car, but the familiar silhouette of the jeep told you that Stiles was there, and he was there for you.
He met you halfway after you bounded down the steps, and tugged you close to him. “Scott’s gone?”
You nodded, and his lips quirked up. Scott wasn’t there to see him lean in and press his lips to yours, but Stiles knew that if he had been, he would kill him. Especially considering the way he was kissing you, which was not church, child, or brother appropriate.
Scott knew you two had always been close, he just didn’t know exactly how close. It hadn’t been going on for a long time, and it all started after Stiles came back from the Wild Hunt, but you knew Scott would be upset either way.
Stiles wasn’t sure what it was about being forgotten that had changed his perspective, but he did know that everything was different. He was getting older and he was growing, but so were you. You were no longer just Scott’s baby sister. You were strong, and you were beautiful, and Stiles couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized how he felt before.
You had been a constant in his life ever since he met Scott, and the thought of you forgetting him had sent him into a panic, especially considering you had been with him the night he disappeared. The way you had thrown yourself into his arms when he got back was just enough to seal the deal for him, and make him realize that he didn’t have anything to lose by telling you how he felt.
There was nothing you could do but kiss him when he confessed, and while you felt the same way about each other, you both agreed that you had to keep it a secret from Scott. Your brother was protective, and Stiles was afraid that it would destroy their friendship. After everything they had been through together, you agreed that couldn’t happen.
Maybe meeting him in secret when Scott left the house was a little sneaky, but you couldn’t just tell your brother the truth. He would kill you, and then he would kill Stiles, and then none of you would be happy. It was much better-and safer-for you and Stiles to keep your relationship a secret. After all, what Scott didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
When you finally pulled away from Stiles in the driveway, he was wearing a goofy smile on his face. “So where are we going tonight?”
“I was thinking I’d surprise you,” he told you.
You smiled. “Okay, can I have a hint?”
Stiles thought for a minute. “We’ll have the place all to ourselves.”
You raised your eyebrows. “You’re not planning on taking me out to the woods and murdering me are you?”
Stiles gave a sigh of exasperation. “Y/n, come on, you’re ruining the surprise. You can’t do that.”
You rolled your eyes, and Stiles grinned. “Come on. You’re too cute to murder. Besides, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass anyway. You’d probably end up dumping my body in the woods.”
“You always say the sweetest things, Stiles.”
“Come on, Smartass,” he told you with a roll of his eyes. “I’m about to blow your mind.”
You laughed and followed him to the jeep. “We’ll see.”

You watched the trees blur past you in the darkness as you stared out the window of the jeep. Stiles gave your hand a squeeze, and you glanced back at him.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “I’m just thinking.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Just…you guys leaving, and my senior year.”
“It’s not as bad as it seems,” Stiles assured you. “I mean, at least you probably won’t have your memories erased again. Lightning never strikes twice in the same place and all that.”
You scoffed, and muttered “It does in Beacon Hills.”
Stiles gave your hand another comforting squeeze. “It’ll be alright. I know for a fact you can take care of yourself. You don’t need me.”
You looked over at him, meeting his brown eyes. “I think we’ve already agreed that I do.”
Stiles opened his mouth to reply, but a pair of headlights caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “Huh.”
“What?” you questioned, turning around in your seat.
“Just that car behind us,” he told you. “No one really comes here. Like ever.”
“Well, we’re out here,” you said, looking back through the windshield at the winding back road.
A dark car was following behind you, but it was impossible to tell the color on the dimly lit backroad. You noticed it was keeping its distance, but something about it set Stiles on edge.
“Well, yeah, but I’m surprising you with the best date ever.”
“Maybe they’re doing that too.”
“I just didn’t think many people knew about this place,” he said casually, although you could hear the suspicious undertone in his voice.
“Stiles,” you said softly. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”
He swallowed. “I know. It’s just…I just…”
“It’s hard not to be worried,” you agreed. “After everything that happened, I totally get that.”
“I’m ruining this date, aren’t I?” he asked with a frown.
“No,” you promised him. “You’re not. But I want you to know that tonight is our night. There’s no Scott, no supernatural disasters…just you and me.”
Stiles smiled softly. “I like the sound of that.”
You drove for a few more minutes, and then Stiles took a turn down an even smaller dirt road. As the jeep bounced across the dirt, that car that had been behind you continued down the road and disappeared from sight. You looked over at Stiles.
“See? They’re probably just going camping or something.”
You watched as the tension disappeared from his shoulders, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened. “Yeah.”
He drove down the road for what felt like forever, the radio crackling peacefully between you. It might have seemed strange to be comforted by the noise of a police radio, but the sound reminded you of Stiles, and every moment you had shared in the jeep. It was a sound that told you that, even if it was just for the moment, everything was okay.
Stiles finally turned the wheel and pulled to a stop of the middle of a field. It was a small clearing, and you were a little confused as to why he had just stopped in an empty field, but when you got out of the car, you gasped.
Stiles ran around the jeep, and pulled open the door for you, and as your feet hit the grass, the view alone was enough to cause your sharp intake of breath. Hundreds of stars were shining above you, clear as the light of day.
“Do you like it?” Stiles asked softly.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
“My mom used to take me out here whenever I had a bad day. We’d lay on top of the jeep, and she’d tell me all the stories of how the stars got their names.”
“Can we?” you asked thickly, glancing over at the jeep.
Stiles grinned. “Of course.”
He climbed onto the hood and held out a hand to help you up, and when you took it, he yanked you up next to him. You followed him onto the roof and he laid back, patting the spot on the metal next to him.
You carefully laid down and scooted closer, letting out a small sigh of content. Stiles wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and he smiled down at you.
“Do you know any of them?” Stiles asked, gesturing toward the sky.
“Just the big and little dippers,” you told him.
He pointed above you. “That one right there? That’s Orion’s Belt.”
“Orion? Like the Greek hunter guy?”
“Yep,” he told you. “He loved the goddess Artemis. She was this badass huntress warrior…kind of a righteous bitch too, but Orion loved her. The story says that her brother, Apollo, didn’t like that. So one day, he dares Orion that he can’t swim out to a spot in the ocean. Then he goes to Artemis, and he’s like ‘Hey, Sis, bet you can’t hit that tiny speck in the ocean.’ And she’s, like, the goddess of archery, so of course she does, but then, his body washes up onto shore and she realizes she just killed Orion.”
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “That’s terrible.”
“There are a few different versions of the story,” Stiles explained. “But they all end the same way. Artemis realizes what she’s done, and she wants to save Orion, but it’s too late. So she takes his body, and she places it with the stars…like a memorial.”
“That’s not a bad way to be remembered,” you said softly. “With the stars.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Apollo was a pretty awful brother if you ask me. I mean, if Scott found out about us, I’d rather just have him kill me to my face, you know?”
You smacked his arm. “Stiles!”
“What?” he asked.
“He wouldn’t do that,” you grumbled. “He’d probably try to kick your ass, and he’d lock me in my room forever, but I doubt he’d try to trick me into killing you. He’s not that smart.”
“He’s a lot smarter than you think,” Stiles informed you.
“Well, he hasn’t found out about us,” you pointed out.
“Yeah…but what are we gonna do when I leave?” he asked you.
“It’ll be pretty easy to keep quiet when you’re not around,” you said softly.
Stiles blinked, and swallowed harshly. “Do you wanna break up?”
“What?” you demanded, staring at him wide-eyed. “Do you?”
“No, no, no,” he said quickly. “God, Y/n, we just got started. I hate having to leave you. I hate that I won’t be here with you, but I’m gonna be halfway across the country. I just want to make sure that you still want this.”
“Stiles,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “I’ll always want this. I’ll always want you.”
You pushed yourself up on your elbows and moved toward him, and when you pressed your lips to his, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He slid his fingers up to gently cup your cheek, and you shifted closer to him, until you were practically on top of him.
Crickets chirped around you in the summer night, and there was nothing but the sound of you, and Stiles, and the woods. You remembered all the summer nights you had spent with him, most of them before you were even together. Scott was usually there, begging you to leave them alone, but Stiles never minded when you tagged alone. He called you the three musketeers.
“They didn’t have a girl,” Scott would grumble.
“They do now,” you had told him, sticking your tongue out at him.
You would have given anything just to live in of those moments again, before all of the supernatural creatures and the death. So many things had changed, and you weren’t going to lie. It scared you.
Your world has shifted so much in the past few years, and you had no doubt that it would continue to twist and turn. You liked to think you handled it in stride, granted, with a lot of tears and blood, but still. With your brother and Stiles leaving, you were going to be the oldest in the pack. You were going to be wise one, the experienced one, and it hadn’t been so long ago that you had been the youngest.
Being without Stiles to guide you scared the wits out of you, and you weren’t so sure you could handle Beacon Hills without him. You had already seen how well that had gone when the ghost riders took him away.
It might have been terrifying, but the one thing you knew was that you had Liam, Hayden and Mason to have your back. Even Malia might still be there, because she was deciding on whether or not to leave and join Braeden with her mercenary work. The more you thought about it, and the more you melted into Stiles’ arms, you began to feel like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe it was the beginning.
“Stiles,” you whispered suddenly, disconnecting your lips.
“Is everything okay?” he asked breathlessly.
You nodded. “It’s just…I want you to know I love you.”
His brown eyes went wide, and he sputtered with his words for a few seconds. “Y-you mean that?”
You took a deep breath and started to reply, but the crunch of tires on dried grass caused you to look up. Another car was pulling into the field, and in the few seconds it took you to disentangle yourself from Stiles, you realized it looked eerily similar to the car from before.
Stiles sat up on the roof next to you, and he squinted at the car. “Y/n, get in the car.”
“What?” you asked nervously. “Stiles, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I don’t like it.”
He quickly and calmly slid down from the roof, offering you a hand down. The slamming of doors made you jump, and before you could make a move for the doors, you could see two huge shapes heading toward you and Stiles.
“Stay behind me,” he whispered, holding out an arm in front of you. “Can I help you guys with something?”
Now that they were closer, you could see that there were two men, both large and muscular, walking toward the jeep.
“Yeah, actually,” one of them called, stopping in the grass. “We’re looking for someone. Someone named Scott.”
You bristled, but you said nothing. Stiles shrugged. “Uh, Scott who? That’s a pretty popular name in this town.”
“Scott McCall,” he told Stiles. “Know him?”
Stiles shook his head. “Sorry, don’t know him. I doubt he’d be out here anyway.”
“What about you?” the second man asked, looking over at you.
You shook your head. “No idea. Sorry.”
“Really?” the guy asked. “I didn’t think someone could forget their own brother that easily.”
Every muscle in Stiles’ body went taut, and a chill ran down your spine. “Scott’s not here, okay? Whatever you want from him-”
“We want her.”
You moved closer to Stiles, eyeing the men in the dark. They were both looking at you, and you guessed whatever they wanted you for wasn’t exactly pleasant.
“I can’t help you.”
The first man laughed. “I think you can, Ms. McCall.”
Stiles stepped all the way in front of you. “She said she can’t.”
The man smirked, and glanced over at you. No sooner had you wondered what he was so smug about than you were ripped off your feet with a shriek. A thick, meaty hand clamped over your mouth, and Stiles whirled around with shock on his face. His eyes widened at the third man struggling to keep a hold on you. He must have been hiding farther away and sneaked over from the trees.
You were kicking out and scratching him, trying to wriggle free, and he seemed to be shocked you were fighting so hard. It took Stiles less than a second to rip open the back door of the jeep and yank out his aluminum baseball bat. The two other men stepped forward, and Stiles swung wildly, catching on of them in the face.
Seeing him fight stirred up something inside you as well, and you brought your fingers up and swiped your nails across your captor’s face. He yelped and dropped you as you scratched his eyes, and you hit the ground with a thud. You tried to scramble forward, your fingers digging into the dirt, but he picked you back up and slammed you down.
You let out a yelp, and Stiles glanced over in worry. You felt your heart sink, and while he was distracted, one of the other men grabbed the baseball bat in his hands and brought it up to slam into his forehead. You screamed as Stiles hit the ground, blood streaming from his head.
Even after everything you had seen, you had never stopped being terrified at the sight of your friends bleeding out. You tried to crawl toward him, but the man simply dragged you up from the ground and held your arms behind you.
You struggled, your eyes still on Stiles, but soon the other two men were walking toward you. The one who had hit Stiles dropped the bat on the ground with a thump, and you flinched at the sound.
You glared up at them as they came over. The man who seemed like the leader pursed his lips.
“Sorry it had to happen like this, Y/n. It was supposed to go much smoother. We were planning on taking you from your house when your brother left, but then Romeo here showed up.”
He gestured to Stiles, and your narrowed your eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“Information,” he told you simply. “You tell us how your brother’s powers can be taken, and we leave you here so you can drive your boyfriend to the hospital. I’d be surprised if that hit hasn’t given him brain damage…unless he already had it before. He seemed pretty stupid to me.”
“This is how you’re planning to get information from me?” you finally asked weakly. “Great tactic. You’re gonna have to try again though.”
“Alright, how about this?”
You weren’t prepared for the jolt you felt when his fist met with your cheek, but you would later realize you should have been. You tasted blood as you looked back up at him, raising your eyebrows.
“You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that,” you slurred through the blood.
He raised his eyebrows, looking over at his buddies. “Did you hear that guys? She said harder.”
The second one grinned. “We can show her harder.”
He stepped forward, curling his right hand into a fist, and to your credit, you didn’t close your eyes. You did look away though, and the last thing you saw before you blacked out was Stiles, lying unconscious in the field. If you ignored all the blood, you could almost imagine that he was peacefully asleep, so that was what you did. He was the last thought on your mind when you felt that final, jarring hit, and despite the situation, it made you feel a little less terrified.

Stiles woke up with a gasp, sweat pooling on his forehead, along with one sticky, familiar substance. He held a hand to his head and squinted down at the blood on it, and that was when he noticed the bat glinting in the corner of his eye. His eyes landed in the bloody weapon, and when he pushed himself weakly to his feet, everything came back to him.
He stumbled as he took in the jeep, the field, and the stars. You had been with him. You had been behind him when they grabbed you and ripped you away from him, and he remembered your scream before the blow to his head.
He looked around the field, trying to find you, or the men, but their car was gone.
“Y/n!” he screamed. He knew it was unlikely that you were still there, but he knew he had to try anyway.
“Y/n! Y/n!”
His voice was ragged and broken, and as he stood there in the dark, the stars shining above him, he knew this was his fault. He had taken you out here, and someone had taken you.
He leaned against the jeep and pulled out his phone, knowing he would have to call Scott. He dialed his number and allowed himself a sigh of relief when his best friend picked up.
“What’s up man?”
“Scott,” he breathed. “S-something’s wrong. Where are you?”
“I’m at Liam’s,” he told him. “Why? What happened?”
“Y/n…she…someone took her.”
“What?” Scott cried. “From the house?”
“No, no we…we were outside. I took her out to look at the stars. Someone followed us into the woods. They-they took her, Scott. I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”
“Stiles,” Scott said suddenly. “Why were you with my sister?”
“I-Scott, why does it matter?” he asked. “We have to find her.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll call the others. You’re in the field, right? We’ll meet you there.”
“Yeah. Just hurry,” Stiles breathed. “I-I don’t know how long I’ve been out. She could be anywhere by now.”
“She’s my sister, Stiles,” Scott reminded him firmly. “We’ll find her.”

“How many were there?” Scott asked, staring down at Stiles as he sat on the hood of the
jeep.
“Three,” he said, wincing as Lydia pressed a piece of gauze to his head. “Two of them
came from a car, and I think one of them must have been watching from the woods, because he came up and grabbed her from behind.”
“Did they hurt her?” Scott demanded.
“I didn’t see it,” Stiles admitted. “But when I woke up up and went over there was blood on the ground. It’s probably hers.”
“It is,” Liam admitted softly, coming over with Malia in tow. “It’s hers. It’s not a lot though…so isn’t that a good thing?”
“They took her for a reason,” Stiles said bitterly. “They said they were looking for you at first, but I think they just wanted her. They were probably following us since the moment I picked her up.”
“Why was she with you?” Scott asked. “Why didn’t she tell me you two were hanging out?”
Lydia glanced down at Stiles, her green eyes cautious and knowing. “I’m going to see if I can feel anything where she was taken.”
She gestured to Malia and Liam. “Maybe the three of us can put the pieces together.”
Stiles watched as they walked away, and then glanced back at Scott, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“Stiles,” he said, accusation in his tone. “Why was my sister with you?”
Stiles swallowed and closed his eyes. “I was taking her out to look at the stars. It was supposed to be date.”
“What?” Scott demanded. “Why were you taking her on a date?”
“Because she’s my girlfriend, Scott,” Stiles said, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “She has been since I got back.”
Before he could blink, Scott was grabbing him by the throat and slamming him down onto the hood of the jeep. “You were dating my sister without telling me?! You-you did this behind my back!”
“Scott-” he choked. “It wasn’t-it wasn’t like how you’re thinking-”
“She’s my little sister!” he snarled. “And you took her out here, and now she’s gone.”
“Stop it!” Malia cried, appearing suddenly and yanking Scott away from Stiles. “This isn’t
going to help us find her. You have a right to be mad, but honestly, you’re the only one who didn’t know about it.”
“What?” Scott cried.
“It was kind of obvious,” Liam admitted. “We just thought you’d figure it out on your own.”
Scott huffed, and turned away. He didn’t look at Stiles once. “Did Lydia find anything?”
Malia shook her head. “Nothing more than we already know. Just that she’s still alive.”
Stiles moved away from the jeep. “She has to feel something. There has to be something.”
He walked over to the Banshee, who simply shook her head sadly at him. “Stiles-”
“Scream,” he ordered.
“What?”
“Lydia, please,” he begged. “I know we might not find anything, but it’s worked before. Can you please try?”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Cover your ears.”
She glanced back toward the rest of the Pack and said the same thing to them, and when she was sure they were doing it, she opened her mouth. Stiles watched painfully as the air rippled around her, and when she finally stopped, she looked around slowly.
“Do you-”
“Shh,” she shushed him, holding up her hand.
She closed her eyes, and soon the crackling of static began to fill her ears. She slowly turned around, and Stiles and the others watched as she walked back through the field toward them. Her sandals crunched in the dry grass as she made her way over to the jeep, and yanked open the door.
“Lydia, what is i-”
“Shh!” she hissed, trying desperately to understand something only she could hear. ”It’s the radio.”
She closed her eyes and leaned down toward the radio, listening as the static slowly began to morph into a sweet, familiar voice.
Let go of me, you were slurring. You sounded barely conscious, and Lydia felt nervousness fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
Look familiar? She heard another voice ask.
In her mind, you let out a weak, bitter laugh. ‘Course it’s this place. Everything that happened down here…and for years we never even knew it was here.’
The banshee static suddenly went silent, and Lydia opened her eyes. “No, no, no,” she whispered. “Come on. Come on.”
She reached forward the fumble with the channels on the radio, but all she could hear was silence. She was so close. She had heard you, and now you were gone.
“Lydia,” a voice finally said.
She looked up to see Malia placing her hand over hers, stopping her fingers from roaming over the buttons. She met the Coyote’s eyes, and she noticed a hint of regret in them.
“It’s not even on,” she said softly.
“I heard her,” Lydia said firmly, glancing over at the others. “She sounded like she might have been hurt, but she was alive.”
“What did she say?” Scott demanded. “Did she say anything about who took her? Or where she is?”
Lydia shook her head. “Not about who took her, but someone did ask if wherever they were looked familiar. And she said ‘Of course it’s this place. After everything that happened down here, and we never even knew it was here.’”
“Everything that happened here…” Scott said softly.
“In Beacon Hills?” Liam asked skeptically. “That could be anywhere. I mean, name one place here that hasn’t had some supernatural attack.”
“You can’t,” Malia stated bitterly. “So it looks like we’re back to square one.”
“Wait, wait,” Stiles spoke up suddenly. He had been gripping the door of the jeep and staring at Lydia as she listened, and he refused to believe that what she heard couldn’t help. “Were those her exact words? She said ‘everything that happened down here’?”
Lydia nodded. “She said ‘down’.”
“How many places have we almost died in that are underground?” Stiles asked.
“Well there was Malia’s coyote den,” Scott said. “The one you almost froze to death in. But I doubt they’d take her there.”
“The tunnels at Oak Creek,” Lydia suggested.
“And the tunnels under the town,” Stiles said firmly.
“The ones under the town make the most sense,” Liam offered. “I mean if you wanted to torture someone for information without anyone to hear, that would be the best place, right?”
Stiles and Scott shot a glare at him, and he swallowed nervously. “Sorry.”
“He’s got a point,” Malia pointed out. “The Dread Doctors did it.”
“But those tunnels stretch for miles,” Lydia protested. “She could be anywhere.”
“We can find her,” Stiles swore, stepping forward. “If we have to search all night, if we have to search for days, months…we’re going to find her.”
Stiles said it so firmly and with so much conviction that Scott looked over at him in shock. He met his brown eyes, but Stiles simply nodded at him.
“We’re going to find her,” he repeated softly.
“He’s right,” Scott confirmed. “Stiles, where do we start?”
Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Uh, well, I guess…I guess we would start with the closest entrance. There aren’t any around here, but there must be some sewers off the main roads.”
“We can split up,” Malia suggested. “Me, Liam and Lydia can take one way, and you two can take another. We’ll follow her scent.”
“We should probably stop at my house so I can get you something with her scent,” Scott said.
“Hold on,” Stiles, walking over to pull open the backdoor of the jeep.
He reached in and pulled out a balled up piece of fabric, and handed it over to Scott. Your brother recognized it as one of your favorite jackets.
“She, uh, she forgot it in here a couple days ago,” Stiles explained. “It should still smell like her though.”
“It does,” Malia assured him, pulling it from Scott’s hands. “It’s more than enough. Come on, guys. Let’s find her.”
She gestured to Liam and Lydia, and they followed her over to her car. Scott watched as they drove off toward the tunnels, and then he turned to Stiles. “Dude, look-”
“I’m sorry we lied to you,” Stiles interrupted. “We just didn’t know how to tell you. But,
Scott, you have to trust me when I say I never wanted anything to happen to your sister. I love her, dude. I didn’t even get the chance to tell her that either. But she told me. And…and I didn’t even get to say it back.”
“Stiles,” Scott said softly. “I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. I mean, I wish you would have told me. But I know you’d never let anything happen to her if you could help it. That gash on your head is proof. I trust you, dude. And we’re going to get my sister back.”
Stiles nodded and Scott clapped him on the back. “Let’s do it.”

“We’re gonna try this again, Y/n.”
You closed your eyes in exhaustion, but rough fingers digging into your chin caused them to flutter open. “I didn’t say we were finished here.”
“Really?” you mumbled. “Because I’m a little sick of looking at your face. Not very pleasant, y’know?”
The sharp crack of his palm across your face jarred you out of your stupor, and you glared at him. You fidgeted in the chair you were tied to, straightening up to look him in the eyes. His buddies were sitting against the wall playing cards, and here he was, beating the hell out of you.
It was true he wasn’t the most pleasant to look at, and he had a big ugly scar across his forehead. You had taken to calling him Scarface, because through your daze, it was kind of hard to keep all three men straight. You had learned they were hunters who were after your brother for some reason, but then again, who wasn’t?
“Someone tried to steal your brother’s power,” he continued. “How did they do it?”
“So many ways,” you whispered weakly. “None of them worked. I can’t help you.”
“How did they try?” Scarface demanded. “Think, Y/n.”
“Why does it matter?” you asked. “You’re not going to do it.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he told you, yanking you back by your hair.
You swallowed, nearly retching on the coppery taste of the blood in your mouth. “I’m giving you one more chance, Y/n. Your brother is a threat to a lot of good people. People who stop the monsters.”
“That’s exactly what Scott does,” you protested. “And he might be a werewolf, but people like you? You’re the real monsters.”
Scarface chuckled at you, and reached into his jacket to pull out a pocketknife. He flicked it open and crouched in front of you. “You wanna find out just how right you are?”
Exhausted and not in the mood to watch yourself being tortured, you closed your eyes. You could hear him taunting you, but you were too tired to care what he had to say. All he wanted to do was torture you, so you simply tuned out…or at least you tried to.
At the sound of yelling, you opened your eyes to find that the two other hunters had abandoned the card game and were now fighting two snarling blurs of claws and fangs. Malia and Liam were fighting them tooth and nail, and your heart swelled at the fact that they were fighting for you.
Scarface raised the knife and whirled around to you, but before he could touch you, he was knocked off his feet by an ear-splitting scream.
Lydia grinned as he slammed into the wall, and then she hurried over from the doorway.
“Lydia?” you croaked. “How? How did you know where I was?”
“I heard you,” she told you with a smile. “Don’t worry, Scott and Stiles are close.”
“Stiles,” you whispered. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll be better once he knows you’re safe.”
Scarface jumped to his feet and snatched his knife from the dirty floor, but before he could take another step, a familiar, snarling shape was storming into the room. Your eyes widened as Scott crossed the space between them in about two seconds.
You were expecting some of kind of massive fight, a lot like the boss battles in Stiles’ video games or the ones you had encountered before. Instead, this fight lasted less than a minute, if you could even call it an actual fight.
Scott stepped forward and caught the man’s arm before he could stab him, and the sickening scream of pain you heard told you your brother had just snapped his arm. He slammed him into the cement wall with a thump, and then Scarface was back on the ground, out cold.
While all this was happening, Stiles had darted into the room and gone right for you. “Y/n!” he breathed, his voice breaking when he caught sight of the blood on your face.
“I’m okay,” you tried to tell him. “I-think I’m okay.”
“God,” he whispered, pulling out a pocketknife and handing it to Lydia.
The Banshee cut your bindings, and soon you were spilling forward and into Stiles arms. He held you against his chest and you buried your head in his shoulder as he ran a hand down your back.
“I’m so sorry,” he told you. “I let them take you.”
“You didn’t,” you said in his ear. “Stiles, you tried to save me. You’re always trying to save me.”
“Yeah, well you saved me,” he said softly. “I’d die without you.”
You scoffed and pulled away to look into his eyes. “You’d be fine.”
“No,” he argued. “I wouldn’t. Y/n, what you said last night…I wanted to say it too. I just didn’t have time.”
“Stiles, you don’t have to-”
“No,” he repeated. “I love you, Y/n McCall. I’ve loved you since we were kids. It just took me way too long to realize it.”
Your eyes widened, and you looked over at Scott, who had walked over. Instead of the predicted outrage on his face, he simply smiled and gave you an encouraging nod. You mouthed ‘Thank you’ and turned back to Stiles, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight.
You sat there together on the dirty floor, wrapped in each other’s arms as Malia and Liam finally finished off the other two hunters. Everything was silent for a few brief moments, and before the chaos of reunion started, you took those few peaceful moments to lean in close and whisper in his ear.
“I love you too.”

storm-eye-the-umbreon  asked:

what do you think of the theory that David has either anxiety or depression in Camp Camp?

Personally, I don’t think he has depression or anxiety - at least not any more than the average person would. I think that was the point in episode 8. 

The whole point of the episode was that David just… genuinely loves camping and really wants to share that love with the children he watches over.  

Yeah, in the finale he broke his cheery character for a moment.

David knows that people don’t care about the camp.  He’s not blind to how negative the world can be.  He does in fact hear all the insults the campers throw at him for trying to stay positive and I think deep down those insults do hurt him.  But I don’t think his positivity is a facade or his love of camping is a kind of escapism from some deep seeded depression or anxiety.  I personally think David just has a genuine love for Camp Campbell and the memories he had there when he was a kid.  Camping is something that really does make him happy and as shown in episode 8, his idea of relaxation is camping alone where the kids aren’t trying to knock him down because they don’t believe he can be that happy.  

So if you’re asking if I agree with the theory that David has anxiety or depression, personally, I don’t think he has any more than the average person.  As interesting as it is to have a really positive character secretly be just be putting on a facade to hide inner struggles, I think episode 8 shows us that this is not the case for David.  Camping is just his thing and he actively tries to ignore the negativity that is thrown at him because he doesn’t want to become jaded and forget the love he has for this camp even if he is the last one to care about it at all.  If anything, he’s probably tired of needing to justify why he should be happy as the pessimistic Max continues to try to push him to his limits simply because David doesn’t outwardly express how much Max’s bullying affects him.

Honestly, I really love and respect David’s character.  I hope he gets more moments where he can just enjoy making the campers happy.  That’s all he really wants and I hope he gets that,  

bi-otic-kaidan-alenko  asked:

“kick his ass for me.” Mshenko!

I haven’t written mShenko in such a long time, it was fun to get back to it!


John slid into cover with nanoseconds to spare, a spray of bullets grazing the top of his helmet as he slammed into the fallen concrete pillar before him, his forearm taking the brunt of the force.

“Anytime now, Liara!” he yelled over the comms, casting a glance back to the pipe he knew Liara was hiding behind.

“My singularity won’t do anything until you overload their shields, Shepard.” Liara retorted, popping out of cover to return some fire from her SMG and shooting an irritated look in John’s direction before returning to the relative safety of her pipe.

John looked down at his omnitool, flickering haphazardly on his arm, “About that… think I just broke my omnitool.” He heaved a sigh, turning the display off.

Risking the run, Liara burst out of cover and dashed to the block John was sitting behind, gently sliding into place at his side, “So what’s your great plan now?” she snapped, blind-firing above the pillar.

Suddenly, the gunfire stopped and electricity crackled, the Cerberus troops in front of them frozen as energy chained between them, shorting their shields. Kaidan’s voice crackled over the comms, “You’re not the only one with an omnitool, John,” he chuckled, obviously proud of himself for his little display, “Hit ‘em, Liara!”

Standing out of cover, Liara whipped a singularity across the field, drawing the Centurions into the air, helpless as Shepard hurled a warp field at them, triggering an explosion that shook the earth below their feet.

Clear, at least for the moment, John and Liara vaulted over the pillar to survey the damage. Kaidan sauntered over from his cover on the other side of the narrow building, trailing a few meters behind them. “What would you do without me?” Kaidan smirked as John turned around and rolled his eyes.

Closing the distance between them, John wrapped his arm around Kaidan’s waist and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth, tasting the sweat of battle on his lips. “Let’s hope I never have to find out,” John flashed a crooked smile as he locked eyes with Kaidan.

Liara rolled her eyes, clearly impatient, “You can gaze into each other’s eyes later, right now we have to look for the man who organized a strike that killed 200 refugees from Earth.”

The harsh reminder of their mission forced John and Kaidan to separate, taking an awkward step away from each other. John turned to face Liara and began walking forward again, ready to move on.

“Shit,” he heard from behind and he turned to see Kaidan holding his forehead in the palm of his hand, slowly running back through his hair until it clasped the crown of his head.

“Kaidan, what’s wrong?” John’s voice stayed low but concern echoed through his shaky vowels and weak consonants as he ran back to his side.

“It’s noth-”
“It’s not nothing,” John interrupted harshly, his voice raising, hardening. He swallowed, forcing his voice to soften again, “Is it a migraine?”

Kaidan winced as he spoke, “Yeah,” he took a deep breath, mustering energy to speak his next sentence through the pain, “But I can work through it, I have to. This mission is too important.”

“No way. You’re going back to the Normandy,” John said firmly, placing a hand on Kaidan’s shoulder. Seeing Kaidan preparing a rebuttal, “Now, and that’s an order.” He hated pulling the CO card on Kaidan of all people but it was a risk to mission. At least, that’s what John was telling himself to stop him from thinking of Kaidan getting distracted by the pain and missing something in a battle, getting hurt or worse.

Kaidan relented, nodding his head slightly to communicate though it was clearly still painful to even move his head so little.

Liara called Cortez to bring in the shuttle for an evac for Kaidan and to drop another squadmate to replace him as John helped lower Kaidan to the ground so he could rest his head.

“Take my omnitool,” Kaidan mumbled, careful not to move his head or jaw too much.

John cast a quizzical glance down at Kaidan, brow knit and mouth twisted in confusion.

“You broke yours.”

“Ah,” John breathed, understanding now, “Thanks…” he mumbled, reaching down to take Kaidan’s omnitool off his wrist and attach it to his own.

Omnitool in place, John could hear the shuttle descending outside. He crouched beside Kaidan and reached his arms under his body, one under his knees, grapsing his thigh, and the other clutching his chest from under his armpit. “You ready? This’ll hurt.” He warns more than asks, but Kaidan grunts in response anyway, bracing for the pain in his head to intensify and shoot haywire signals all down his body. Heaving the Major off the ground, John sprints to the door of the compound, pushing the door open with his back and stepping out into the cool evening, relishing the breeze wicking away the heat clinging to his body and he can see Kaidan relax a little, not much though, as the cool seems to help his pain a little. The door to the shuttle slides open as it lowers to the ground and Garrus steps out, coming to help John set Kaidan down on the gurney, already prepared in the chassis. Once he’s secured, Garrus steps outside to join Liara and wait for Shepard to join them.

John leans down and kisses Kaidan’s forehead gently, smoothing the sweaty hair clinging to his skin.

“Hey,” Kaidan mumbles, reaching a hand up to grab John’s, “That guy? Kick his ass for me.”

“Do you expect anything less?” John chuckles softly, kissing Kaidan’s lips this time, careful to only brush them so as not to exacerbate any pain. Kaidan forces a smile in response. The corner of John’s lips pull up as he backs away, “Take good care of him, Cortez,” John calls as he steps out of the shuttle.

“Will do, Commander,” Steve calls from the cockpit.

The shuttle takes off and John is left standing on the street of a destroyed city block on some forsaken colony world. Garrus and Liara step up behind him, waiting for orders.

“Alright. Let’s go kill this son of a bitch.”

You are real, Prompto | FLUFFY ANGST | Prompto x Reader

Contains ZERO SPOILERS.

“I hope he’s okay…” You said for probably the hundredth time in the past hour.

You had gotten the text from Gladiolus that they had found and was bring back Prompto. You were at the hotel waiting with a huge injury you were not able to go with the others to retrieve your boyfriend from the Hell he was in. You were scared out of your mind knowing that something bad was happening to him, he was your sweet Sunshine Chocobo.

At first you were furious with Noctis after hearing what happened from his end and his tears and shaking like crazy you believed him for what he had to say. Your injuries were bad leg broken at the tibia so you couldn’t go no matter how much you tried Ignis and Gladiolus forced you to stay behind. Noctis was in a funk just as bad as yours he was deathly worried about his best friend.

“I am sure your friend is fine…” The hunter said who was relaxing with you outside the hotel at a set of tables and chairs.

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Please? Part Eight

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 1464 words
  • Warnings: Language

That night Daryl pulled you into his tent so he could hold you close. He needed you after that just as much you needed him. It was an unspoken need that you two understood and accepted, even if it was just for one night.

The next day, Dale was buried. Rick spoke long and true words, causing the things around you to change. You feel it. Everyone stands a little different, talks a little different, looks a little different. It’s an eye opener, giving you all the sense that you do not need to play around much longer. It’s time to grow up.

Daryl has his arm around you as the two of you walk up to the group. Tents are being torn down and Hershel is standing around with Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and Shane. Hershel mentioned your group moving in just before you all buried Dale, though Daryl had a few things to say about that.

Shane was losing it, quickly. You never liked him, nor did you agree with anything he ever said. It’s the way he looks at you like you are a piece of meat. Now there is a dead look to his eye, an unhealthy stare.

Daryl let’s go of you the second everyone sees you walk up. You take it as a hint to help Carol take down her tent and carry her bags over to the house. T-Dog appears beside you, taking the heavy ones from you and giving you a friendly smile before taking off to the house.

They all view you as this fragile little doll. They don’t think you can lift anything half your weight or do anything that may need you to think fast. It never hit you before now, but even Daryl thinks the same way.

You head over to Andrea and wave at her to get her attention. “Can I take those?” You motion for the guns she has in her hands, ready to relocate them into the farm house.

She shakes her head. “I got it. Go see how Beth’s doing.”

Send you to the lonely girl, that’s what you should have expected. Now that everyone is working twice as hard, Beth needs someone to watch over her. Of course it would be the one who can’t seem to carry her own.

Daryl was nowhere to be seen. You ask around, looking for where he may have gone. Rick says he’s fixing up the roof of Randell’s barn, making sure no one sneaks inside again. You figure that’s a good place to start.

You find him on top of the building, though you don’t see a ladder or how he could have gotten up there.

“Hey!” You call, waving your arm about to grab his attention.

Daryl looks over at you and spits a nail out of his mouth. “Thought ya were watchin’ the little girl?” He picks up the hammer and places a nail on the board he’s holding.

“Heard you might want some help.” You smile. “What can I do?”

Daryl shakes his head and points the hammer toward the house. “Naw. I got this, you jus’ go help out Maggie.”

“Daryl,” you laugh and cross your arms. “Help me up, I’ll hand you nails or—“

“No.” Daryl looks at you. “Don’t wan’ ya hurt.” He goes back to hammering the board.

“Beth is helping Jimmy fix the house, make sure it will be safe so we can all sleep at night. And I’m told I can’t help you hammer a few nails? I can’t carry my own shit into the house? Oh, and there’s Rick, telling me I can’t help you guys kill those monsters.” You feel yourself tearing up, but you don’t allow them to fall.

Daryl stops. He doesn’t look at you as he sets the hammer and board down. He clears his throat and says, “You ain’t never shot a gun.” He looks over at you, his eyes squinting from the sun.

“Teach me.” You shrug like it was simple.

“No.”

You and Beth sit on the steps to the house. Jimmy and Carl are trying to fix the door, keep it from making a noise every time it opens and closes. She’s painting your nails, trying to be as much as kids as possible to keep her happy. She needs the normalcy.

Daryl walks over to you, leaning on the railing to look at you. You try to ignore him, to keep talking to Beth, but he isn’t getting the hint.

“’Bout to head out.” He says, looking down at you with his hand on his hip. “You gonna give me the silent treatment now?”

Beth glances up at Daryl and back at you. She continues painting the last nail, your pinky. “There.” She smiles and looks up at you with hopeful eyes. She wants to do a good job, wants to be praised.

You inspect your hand playfully then nudge her knee with yours. “Perfect.” You smile.

She throws her arms around you and hops up, hurrying inside to grab her own bottle of nail polish. You promised her you would pain her nails if she painted yours.

“Y/N…” Daryl mumbles.

“Go.” You look up at Daryl. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Gonna give me a hug or somethin’?” He raises his right eyebrow at you.

“Nope.” You tuck your legs under you and smile up at him. “Might hurt myself.”

Daryl opens his mouth but T-Dog comes rushing around the corner. His face is panicked and his head is gleaming with sweat.

“He’s gone!”

Daryl takes his crossbow and loads it in a second, turning around and running off with the others.

Jimmy and Carl rush over, too, but Lori grabs Carl by the arm and holds him back. “Not this time, no.” She instructs him to get back in the house and walks over with Maggie and Glenn.

“What’s going on?” Beth asks, watching Carl walk by her and slam the fixed door.

“The kid? He escaped, I guess.” You stand up and watch, worried about Daryl and the others. You can’t shake the fact you see everyone but Shane gather around out there.

Most of them ran around, looking for any signs of the boy. You didn’t gather too much, trying to keep Beth away from the drama. You want to make sure she’s safe, to keep Hershel happy. He rushes you in, telling you to keep Beth in her room and shut her blinds.

Not liking this arrangement, you agree anyway. Someone has to, what with the kid missing, and armed, from what Carol tells you. She was still outside when Shane came up, telling them some lie that the kid broke free and hit him down. You didn’t believe it. That kid was too small to hurt someone like Shane and get away with it.

By the sounds of it, Daryl didn’t believe the story either. He went with Glenn, Rick, and Shane to the woods to look for him. The others came in to have a rest, unwind, settle into your new spots. It’s a little crowed, but you knew it would be.

For the time being, you keep in Beth’s room, talking with her and Jimmy. They tell you all about growing up together, the typical country love story you never had.

But a part of you can’t stop thinking about Daryl being in those woods with Shane….

Joker x Reader: You’re an ass when your sick.

 A\N: sooooo kinda weird as usual but still fun 

Plot: J was gone for almost a week only to call the Reader in the end

Warning: maybe J’s a bit out of character and swearing 

Paring: (Jared Leto) Joker x Reader


You’re an ass when your sick.

To your surprise it was pretty boring week. Usually j would just pop in here and there whether there was an army of police cars after him and he just wanted to say Hi or he had Batman after him and almost breaking down your doors or busting your windows.

But this week he didn’t seem to be as active as he usually is. It seemed suspicious but at the same time you can see that maybe he was hiding out after a heist or something?

But over all you were glad to have some quiet time, watching TV series, going shopping for new clothes, hanging out with your “normal” friends. But that soon got a lot more boring than you imagined.

In a way you missed J and his random bursts of energy and crazy insane stunts or parties or missions or just killing random people on the street while driving uncontrollably.

But no, no gun shots, no breaking of windows\doors, no car stealing or heists.

Right now you were bored out of your mind, sitting on your bed in pajama bottoms, an old shirt from high school and a hoodie with knee high socks.

Not wanting to waste a good evening you decided to watch a few movies, order pizza, get real comfy in your bed and covers.

You just got your pizza delivered when your phone went off and the ID showed its Joker. Huh , did he finally decided to come out of hiding? You picked up the phone  and tapped the green button.

“Hey J, sup? Where have you been all week?”

“Doll I need you here and fast.”

It was unusual for Joker to demand you to come to him but what was more shocking was his voice. He sounded like he smoked 9 packs of cigarettes in one sitting and toped it of with booze. His voice was raspy, almost like he had a coughing fit a second ago.

“Umm… yeah, sure. But tell me what’s wrong ?”

You asked again only getting a raspy “just get your ass over here” before he hung up.

With a sigh you got your converse on your feet and went to your car, you didn’t even bother to change out of the clothes you were in already.

The car ride was fast as usual seeing as the streets were more or less empty tonight.

As you got to J’s hideout you got out of the car and walked straight to the mansion. You walked down the halls of the mansion not seeing the regular guards and what not, and it was quiet to the point it was kinda scary.

You walked in to the master bedroom. It was really dark and you could hardly see anything because the windows were covered by heavy blinds.

“J? You here? What’s wrong?”

You said going in to the room making sure not to make any extra noise. You hear a grunt or more like an animalistic growl come from the bed. You got closer and now you were able to see the huge lump of covers and blankets on the king sized bed. With a sigh you went to the window to open it up to let some light in for you to at least see properly.

“The fuck are you doing!?” you hear Joker yell at you.

Turning around you finally got a good look at your lover\best friend, as bizarre as it sounded. He looked even worse that he usually looked.

Cold blue eyes even more red and puffy that usual, the bags under his eyes show he hasn’t slept in a while as well, probably even less that he usually does as well. His pale skin let out a sickly look, appearing almost paler than he is, if that even is possible.

He was about to bark at you to close the blinds again but went in to a coughing fit as soon as he took a breath.

You look around him, bed was a mess of blankets, some kind of tablet boxes and other medicine packaging and tissues. A small smirk broke on your features as you tried to hold back a laugh. The most dangerous criminal in Gotham city was defeated by what seemed to be cold.

He glared at you, silently telling you to shut up. That only ,made it harder to keep your laugh at bay.

“Just shut up and help me already, Frost was absolutely useless.” He said, mumbling something about how Frost was keeping him in bed all week saying it will help, but didn’t.

You let out a laugh and smiled at him.

“so the grate Joker finally was defeated by a cold ”

You laugh but you quickly ducked under a knife that was thrown your way by the very unhappy Joker.

“Stop messing around and help me! Gotham had its break its time for the king to return! ” he yelled ending the sentence in a loud laugh.

With a sigh you just go to the kitchen to cook some soup for the literally sick  bastard.

PROMPT: Couldn’t get a babysitter and had to bring my kid on this blind date AU (Link to prompt: here)


- His friend and coworker, Lily Potter, was begging to set Remus up on a blind date ever since they met.

- But Remus kept putting it off saying that he had too much marking to do and had to look after his son, Teddy.

- Both he and Lily were teachers at a prestigious private school in Cornwall, England.

- They both had gotten on like a house on fire since the moment they met.

- Lily always invited Remus and Teddy around for dinner at the Potters where Remus met James and Harry and became great friends with the both of them.

- They always wanted to set him up with their friend and Harry’s god father, Sirius, but their schedules never met up when Remus came around so they never had chance to meet.

- But that was just fine for Remus.

- Truth be told, he just wasn’t ready for a relationship, and he didn’t want to confuse Teddy by bringing another man into his life.

- He already had two mums. Two dads would just be extensive.

- Especially if it didn’t work out.

- Tonks and Fleur have been Remus’ best friends since his early twenties and asked him to be the father of their child when he was 23.

- He was reluctant at first because they were all so young, and even though he wanted his friends to be happy with a family, he always wanted his first child to be *his* child and not just be a donor for somebody else. 

- When he brought up his concerns to them, they just laughed.

- “Remus, do you seriously think we’d ask you to be the donor and not the father? Of course you’re going to be involved! We’re a family after all.”



- Five years after that encounter found Remus at home in a small cottage down the road from Tonks and Fleur, looking after Teddy whilst they were away for the weekend.

- Teddy, who was now four years old, was sat at a small table in the living room drawing a picture of his family whilst Remus sat with him marking some papers.

- “That’s a lovely drawing there, Teds!” Remus smiled over to his son. “Whose this person stood next to me?”

- Teddy beamed up to him. 

- “Thats Mr Question-mark!” he answered. “It’s gonna be my other Daddy when I finally gets to meet him!” 

- Remus heart broke a little, but was also soaring.

- This cute little pumpkin. 

- His phone started vibrating on the table destroying the peace. 

- “Hello?”

- “Remus! I’ve had enough. I’ve set you up on a blind date tonight with my friend Sirius. No more excuses, you’re going!”

- Remus sighed. The woman would not take a hint.

- “Lily, I can’t. I have Teddy tonight, and Fleur and Tonks are away for the weekend with no one to look after him. I won’t be able to get a sitter so late on a Saturday night.”

- “I can look after myself, Daddy!” Teddy piped up. “I’m a big boy now! I at big boy school!”

- Remus cooed slightly to himself. 

- Damn, his kid was adorable. 

- “No, Teds sweetie, you can’t look after yourself just yet. You got to stick with Daddy, okay?”

- “Oh, okay!” He gave a toothy grin and went back to his drawing.

- “Bring Teddy with you! Sirius wouldn’t mind, he loves kids!”

- “No, Lily, I’m not bringing Teddy on a blind date with someone I’ve never met before.”

- Teddy’s little face snapped back up to him.

- “Oooh! I want to go with Daddy! Pluease, Pluease, Plueaseee!”

- Remus sighed heavily. This was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday night.

- “See,Ted’s is up for it. Come on Remus, it’s about time. Meet Sirius at Wacky Warehouse at 5pm. You won’t regret it, I swear.”

- He scrunched his face up.

- “I’m sorry. Where?”

- “You heard, just do it. Have a great night, Remus!” 

- Lily rung off, leaving Remus to sit there in an utterly confused state.

- Why the hell would anyone go to a Wacky Warehouse for a blind date? 

- What was Lily Potter playing at?

- Looking at the clock, he saw it was already 3:30pm. 

- It was a half an hour drive to the place, so he told Teddy to go and get himself ready to go.

- Teddy was thrilled and ran up the stairs as fast as his little legs could carry him and got changed into little jeans and a batman lego shirt.

- Remus was hmming and ahhing about what he should wear, but settled on a pair of dark jeans and light green jumper over a crisp white shirt. 

- He quickly sent a message off to Lily cursing her, and telling her what he was wearing so this ‘Sirius’ could find him easily.

- Then they were in the car and on the way to the place Lily told them to go.


- The place was packed out with children running wild and parents looking disgruntled. 

- Why anyone would come on a date here was beside him.

- Then he felt a soft little tap on his shoulder and turned around.

- In front of him stood the most handsomest man Remus has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on.

- His eye’s were bright and silver, his smile gleaming at him. He had several piercings in his ears, and a tattoo that showed slightly under his plain white t-shirt near his collar bone that looked like an antler. 

- This man was an adonis.

- God, he hoped he was Sirius.

- “Hi. Are you Remus by any chance?”

- Jeez, why did he wear a sweater? It was far too hot in here right now.

- “Erm, yes? Yes, hi. I’m Remus. Err … Sirius?”

- The man nodded and smiled widely at him.

- Remus could not stop blushing. 

- He felt a little tug on his hand and looked down to see Teddy hiding slightly behind his legs, looking up at Sirius.

- “Daddy? Is this Mr Question-mark?”

- Remus’ eyes budged out of his head. 

- “No, Teds. This is Lily and Prongs’ friend, Sirius!” He smiled at his son.

- “Oh, and this is Teddy. I’m really sorry, I didn’t have a babysitter…”

- “It’s not a problem, I have Harry here with me anyway!” He smiled down to his side.

- Remus finally noticed the little boy holding Sirius hand grinning largely up at Remus.

- “Hi Moony! Hi Teddy!” He smiled. 

- Of course this is why Lily set them up on a blind date, so they could be the babysitters for the evening

- Remus laughed to himself.

- “Hi there, Harry!” He smiled at the boy then back up at Sirius.

- “So I take it our ‘blind date’ is ‘Lily and James wanted a night off’ play date?”  

- Sirius grinned and rolled his eyes.

- “Could they be anymore obvious? I guess it worked out nicely for me though, Moony.” He winked.

- Sirius knelt down so he was on the same height level as Teddy and Harry.

- “Hi there, Teddy. My names Sirius.” He said gently, holding his hand out for Teddy to shake.

- Teddy eyed it then back up to him.

- “Like the dog star?” 

- Sirius beamed whilst Teddy took a hold of his hand.

- “Yeah, exactly! You’re very smart, Teddy.”

- Teddy’s shy demeanour sudden changed after the compliment.

- “Daddy says I’m very smart, too! I’m four years old!” He said, proudly showing Sirius his age using his fingers. 

- Sirius giggled.

- “Four! Wow! That’s a good age to be! Do you know how old Harry is?” 

- “Erm…” He mumbled looking down at his fingers. 

- “Five!” He smiled showing his hand to them. 

- “Yeah! Padfoot, I’m five!” Harry joined in, showing his hand too.

- Sirius put his hands on his cheeks and feigned surprise and gasped

- “Wow! We’ve got two clever little boys here, don’t we, Moony?” 

- Sirius smiled up to Remus who was still stood looking down at the adorable display.

- God, he was just G O N E.

- He couldn’t even find his voice to reply, so just sheepishly nodded. 

- “Hey Harry, why don’t you and Teds go into the play area for a bit whilst me and Moony go and find us a table so we can get some food, yeah? Make sure you stick together though.” 

- “Yeah!” The boys cheered, running toward the entrance of the play area.

- Standing back up, he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled nervously at Remus.

- “So, you want to get a table and tell me why you’re called Moony?”

- “Only if you tell me why you’re called Padfoot?” he quipped.

- They shared a private smile and wandered over to a small booth that would fit them all and ordered some soft drinks.


- The date went surprisingly well.

- Both Teddy and Harry were on their best behaviour and ate their chicken nuggets and chips nicely.

- Remus learnt that Sirius was best friends with James Potter since they were 11 years old, and became his adopted brother officially at the age of 16. He owned his own auto mechanics shop, loved to paint and look after Harry in his spare time.

- Padfoot was a nickname that James gave to him whilst they were in high school because he always said Sirius resembled a puppy because he was very hyperactive and it was fitting as he was named after the dog star.

- Sirius learnt that Remus was an English teacher at Lily’s school and knew the Potters for nearly 5 years, loved to write in his spare time and how he had actually been talking to a publisher about publishing a few children stories he wrote for Teddy.

- Moony was his nickname because back when he was in high school he was obsessed with space, the moon and astronomy, so much so that on his 18th birthday he got the moon cycle tattooed on his forearm, which he begrudgingly showed to Sirius who traced his fingers slowly along it, sending goosebumps up and down Remus’ spine. 

- Sometime during the date, Remus didn’t know when, he and Sirius started holding hands across the table.

- Sirius kept playing with his fingers whilst they flirted softly as they were in front of the kids they didn’t want to be inappropriate.

- Around 8 o’clock, the Wacky Warehouse announced they were closing and they had to leave. 

- Teddy had gotten very tired and had curl himself up around Remus’ neck and fallen asleep.

- Harry was still awake, but it didn’t look like he would be for long.

- Reluctantly, they left the place and started walking back to their respective car’s. 

- “Can we do this again some time, Remus?” Sirius asked, hand placed on Remus’ lower back whilst the other was holding Harry’s hand who was sleepily rubbing his eyes.

- “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. A lot.” He smiled.

- “I can’t believe I put this off for so long, Sirius. It’s just, with Teddy its hard meeting someone who … yano, want’s to deal with a young child being involved.” 

- Sirius beamed, ruffling Teddy’s hair gently as not to wake him.

- “I understand. But I really like you Remus, and Teddy is such a sweet kid. I’d really like to take you on a second date. One that we’re both a little more prepared for.” 

- Remus let out a breathy laugh.

- “I’d like that too. Maybe next time, James and Lily will take the boys for the night.” 

- “Oh trust me, they will.” Sirius smiled, pulling his phone out. 

- “Is it okay if we exchange numbers? So we can organise something ourselves?”

- “Yes! I mean … yeah, yes. Of course. sure.”

- ‘Smooth, way to not seem over eager.’ Remus winced, but Sirius was too happy to notice.

- “Paddddds, I’m tiredd.” Harry whined, pulling on his arm.

- “Okay, buddy, let me just get Moony’s number and we’ll go home okays?”

- They exchanged numbers and Sirius softly left a kiss on Remus’ cheek.

- “I’ll text you soon, Moons. Goodnight.” He smiled, walking away to his car with Harry in hand.

- Remus couldn’t help but watch them walk away, grounded to the spot.

- “Daddy?” A sleepy voice came from his shoulder.

- “Yeah sweetie?” He kissed Teddy’s forehead and nuzzled his hair.

- “Are you and Paddy gonna end up in love, and gonna live together like Mummy and Momie? Cause I’d like if Paddy was my other Daddy.” 

- Remus let out a breathy laugh.

- “Would you now? Well … I guess we’ll see, won’t we, sweetie?”

- Teddy yawn deeply and snuggled back into Remus’ neck.

- “I told you I’d meet Mr Question-mark one day.”


- Once they got back home, Remus had tucked Teddy into bed with one of his own stories. 

- He walked into the small kitchen to make himself a cup of tea when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

- ‘Thank you for a wonderful night, Moony. I’m really looking forward to our next date. I’ll get Lily and James to babysit Teddy next time, the Potters owe us ;). Though if I’m honest right now, I think I owe them so much more. Sleep well, Moony :) <3 xx’

- Yeah, Remus thought to himself, I think he might be Mr Question-mark, Ted’s.

Upstairs, Downstairs Part 1

Summary: A painfully shy dental assistant at the tower gets an unexpected group of friends, and with them comes a whole new world that she never bargained for.

EVENTUAL Bucky x Reader. Reader becoming close friends with the team, especially Steve.

Written in 1st Person, POV of the reader, unless otherwise stated.

TW: Swearing, extreme shyness, that’s really it for this chapter?

Word Count: 1455

A/N: Hi Dolls! So this is a request I received from the lovely Sascha (@loveyourselfcreateyourself). It started out as a one shot that is now going to be in a couple of parts, because as soon as I started writing it, I got carried away, my mind took over! Anyway, enough from me, I love all your support and feedback! Thank you so much <3

P.S – I have a Steve x Reader one shot that will be coming soon, and a Sebastian Stan x Reader piece ready to go, so keep your peepers open for those if you’re interested. Also, please let me know if you want to be permanently tagged in my stuff, as I’d be happy to oblige. Again, I love y’all –Rae xo

 

1.       What the fuck have I got myself into?!

“Ugh.” The alarm, the stupidly loud, annoying alarm. Look, whoever told me that setting your favourite song as your alarm tone is a good idea, was a damn liar. “Time to get this show on the road Y/L/N”

I dragged my ass out of bed and started the routine. Brush my teeth, hop in the shower, dry myself, get dressed…well, you know the drill. The same old shit day in and day out. Not that I’m complaining, I have a good life. A good job, a steady wage, there’s really nothing I should complain about. But, and it’s a small but, I’m lonely. I know right, pass me the violin. I’m so shy that I can’t make friends easily, and when people talk to me, I freeze like a deer in the headlights. I’m so painfully shy, that I physically cannot talk to someone without looking like I’m in pain, and people mistake this for me being a stuck up bitch. I’m not, honestly I’m not, believe me, if I could talk to people without choking on the words, trust me, I would. It would make my job a million percent easier, and I might have even become a dentist by now, but such is life, things could be worse.

So, with that bombshell roaming around my head, and let’s face it, when is it not roaming around my head, I headed to work. I open the door and the crisp morning air slaps me in the face, as if to say, ‘wake up.’ I start my usual walk to the tower, overthinking the social interaction with the Chinese delivery boy last night, when I mindlessly check the time. 8;57?! Shit. I start at 9.

I sprint the entire way to the tower. I could give Usain Bolt a run for his money if I carry on the way I’m going. I was so focused on getting to the tower, that I wasn’t even thinking about the glass door. And yep, you guessed it, I run straight into it. At full speed. This sends me and my glasses flying to the ground. I pick myself up, dust off my uniform and reach around for my glasses. Like Velma, from Scooby Doo. When I finally find them, they’re broken.

‘Shit, great, this is perfect, fan-dabby-fucking-dozy’ I mutter to myself, ‘And now I’m five minutes late, for fucks sake.” Time to face the music, and probably get fired.

“You’re late.” Dr Green never even looked up from his paper. This Professor Snape looking asshole was the bane of my very existence. The only thing I hate about work is this cretin.

“I know I am Sir, I am so very sorry, it won’t happen again, I had some trouble on the way here, and then I fell down, and broke my glasses and-“ I trailed off, explaining myself as quickly as I could to avoid being given the heave-ho.

“Not bothered, don’t care. So, you’re late to work, and show up blind. Brilliant. Fat lot of good you’re going to be today. Go and fetch in the next patient Y/L/N, IF you can see him,” Fuck this guy. He’s such an asshole. He manages to make me feel unqualified AND about two inches tall within 10 seconds. He insists on me calling him Sir or Dr, which automatically makes me hate him. I mean come on, you’re a fucking dentist dude. You don’t go saving people’s lives and shit on the regular. No, that’s what the Avengers are for. Asshole.

“Yes Sir.” I slam the door. God he pisses me off. “Thank god I did break my glasses, means I won’t have to look at your ugly mug all fuckin’ day” I mumble under my breath.

“Ooh shit, who pissed you off sweetie?”  Sam Wilson. Of course he heard you, and he was the patient today, brilliant. If your lateness didn’t give you the boot, cursing in front of an Avenger was certainly going to seal the deal.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry for the profanity, sir. No one was meant to hear that. Dr Green is ready for you“ And he laughs. No actually, he doesn’t laugh. He howls. This dude is screaming his ass off at me.

“What’s your name?” We could use someone who is a good laugh like that upstairs. Ease the tension” Upstairs. UPSTAIRS?! Upstairs is where they all live, upstairs is a no-go for people like me.

Oh, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I work for the ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ themselves. Well, not for them specifically, but we are the in-house, on call 24/7 dental practice for them. Which is basically the same thing, right? I mean in makes total sense, with the amount of fighting they do, they’re gonna be losing some teeth, or chipping them at least. And they need someone here all the time, to fix them back up again, and that’s where we come in. And hey, at least it means I’ll always have a job. Unless I’m ever late again.

“I’m-um-my name-is-Y/N. Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N, sir. It’s an honour to be working for you.” There he goes again, bent over in the waiting room, cackling.

“I could get used to that treatment.” He manages to breathe out between laughs.

“Sir, Dr Green is waiting?” I stumble over my words, as bloody usual.

“Oh shit yeah, sorry.”

I walk into the dental theatre and take my chair next to Green.

“Ok, Falcon, what seems to be the problem here?” he starts, as if it wasn’t obvious. The guy is missing a front tooth. Even I can see that and I’m half blind!

“Erm, well. My tooth got knocked out during a mission again.” He lifted his top lip to show the gap where it had been taken. After a little examination, Green turned around to me.

“Prepare Mr. Wilson’s moulds. He needs this doing as soon as possible. If you can see the file.” He makes my skin crawl and my palms itch.

“Certainly Sir, right away.” I smiled sickly sweet at him. Kill ‘em with kindness, it’s the only way to stop myself from killing him for real.

I know my job inside and out, I could do it in my sleep. I just lack the social confidence to take it a step further, and with Green putting me down all the damn time, I second guess myself. Anyway, the procedure went without a hitch and I was soon escorting Sam back to the reception area. I fumble around the desk to finish some last bits of paperwork for Sam before he leaves.

“Hey, Y/N. When are you on your lunch break?” Huh? What? Why is he asking?

“Oh, um, it’s at 1.30, sir.” There I go again, tripping over my words. The feeling I get in my chest when speaking to someone is what I’d akin to being stabbed feels like.

“Ok, well, why don’t you come upstairs for your lunch? Floor 47. I want you to meet the team. Without them having weapons of torture hanging out of their mouths. Unless Barnes gets snappy, then you have my full permission to poke him with a pointy metal object.” He laughs once again, he was being really kind, but if I’m like this with just him, what will I be like with the whole team all at once. Nuh-huh, no way, no how, I’d rather die.

“Er, Mr Wilson, I don’t think that-”

“Sam. Please, call me Sam. Or Falcon. Or Hot Stuff. Whatever works.”

“Ok then, Sam, I’m not sure that this is appropriate.” But it sure would piss off ole’ Greeny.

“1) It’s your lunch, you can do whatever you damn well please. 2) You don’t like Dr Green, and I imagine some time away from his ‘ugly mug’ will do you some good, and 3) I’m asking you to. You’re funny. You don’t need to be nervous, they’ll love you. Trust me, please Y/N? What have you got to lose?” Upstairs. I’ve been officially invited UPSTAIRS to have lunch with THE AVENGERS, THE FUCKING AVENGERS! This stuff never happens, ever. It’s like Downton Abbey, you have the high class upstairs, and the scullery maids and servants downstairs. It’s not like I can really see them anyway because of my glasses, it’s not as if I’m going to become friends with them. They’ll not even remember me until they come in with a cavity, and probably not even then. Fuck it, you only live once right?

“Ok Sam. I’ll be there. Floor 47. 1.30” a burst of energy runs through me, giving me a little pep in my step.

“Really?! That’s great! They’re gonna fuckin’ love you, I swear” That’s it, nothing more said. He’s gone. And I’m having lunch with the avengers.

What the fuck have I got myself into?

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Thoughts on Power Rangers (2017)

I loved this movie. As far as Power Rangers origin stories go, this was (overall) surprisingly well-executed.

The strongest thing about it was (as it should be for Power Rangers) the characters. Each actor/actress in the main cast gives a pretty solid performance, and just like the original Mighty Morphin series, Billy endeared to me the most. The story gives each of the rangers just the right amount of focus and character development without anyone feeling more important than the others (at least by too much; naturally, the most focus is on Jason since he’s the leader). And despite the trailers implying it, there was actually VERY LITTLE romance between Jason and Kimberly.

Zordon is not as all-knowing or omniscient as he is in the original series. He’s a little condescending. He’s impatient. He’s a little selfish. AND he’s kind and generous. Alpha 5 is hilarious; after being blind to most promotions in regards to how Bill Hader portrays Alpha, I was pleasantly surprised. And Elizabeth Banks as Rita Repulsa was fantastic and just as cheesy as the Rita that 90’s kids remember. Some of the side characters are underwhelming and eye-rolling at times, but they’re pretty minor and easily forgotten.

The training montage in the middle of the film kind of broke the story’s pace thus far and pulled me out of it, but there were some chuckle-worthy jokes and gags in between. And the writers in this film definitely did their research for some of the Easter eggs; on top of the Zeo Crystal that’s central to the plot and Ludi Lin’s Zack/Black Ranger reminding me a little of Dax from Operation Overdrive, I also spotted some references to Lightspeed Rescue and Dino Thunder. (And according to the credits, Jason David Frank, who played Tommy Oliver in the old MMPR, and Amy Jo Johnson, the original Kimberly Hart, were in the film, though I failed to spot them – if they were even on-screen.)

There were, of course, a few eye-rolling moments and missed opportunities. Some of the classic lines like “go, go, Power Rangers”, “it’s morphin time”, and “make my monster grow” will either have you laughing or cringing, and maybe I missed it, but I don’t think the bully character is ever named; he’s just called “Bully” in the credits.

Other than that, the action was pretty good, the special effects were nice, the music was great (and naturally includes a remix of the old “Go Go Power Rangers” which I’m pretty sure was just recycled from the 1995 film), and all in all, it was just a really enjoyable experience. It made much better use of fanservice than Jem and the Holograms, I really liked all of the main characters, and at no point did it feel “dark”, “gritty”, or “edgy”.

I had a lot of fun with this movie, and I think it’s a great way to introduce Power Rangers to the current generation.

Bloodlines - Part 4

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 2,025 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one @xteenwolfwritingsx

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Masked - Part 3

Word Count: 1917

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter x Reader 

Warnings: Language, some violence 

A/N: Finally Part 3! Sorry for the wait my weekend has been a bit hectic but I hope the word count makes up for it. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Masterlist

Masked Masterlist


Part 2 

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Ever since last night’s encounter with the masked vigilante, Tony and Bruce were holed up in the lab making sure Tony’s “ever so great” plan would run smoothly. They had enough on their plates already and the whole vigilante mess was getting old. With the world in some order SHIELD tasked the team with bringing in whoever this enhanced individual was. Though, they never thought a kid would actually become a huge thorn in the Avenger’s side. So if the team wasn’t on a mission their sole focus was on bringing in the unknown enhanced.

It was already known that SHIELD, as well as Fury, wanted to make you a part of the Avengers or at least part of SHIELD if that proved too difficult. No one was really opposed to the idea since you seem like a good person wanting to make the streets of New York safe. You shared the same traits Peter showed before he became an official member of the team and he hasn’t let the team down yet. Still, finding you was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Tony had programmed FRIDAY to alert him of any sightings of “a masked person with weird tentacle looking thingys” but half of the time you were already leaving the scene when they arrived. Everyone was beyond frustrated at this point, especially Tony. How could he find Peter so easily but not another kid probably his age saving the city? Hell, you even had alien looking enhancements that would make you stick out like a sore thumb.

“So you want to stage a fake robbery and hostage situation?” Bruce asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. After all the all-nighters Bruce pulled with Tony, he would have thought he’d be used to it by now but he was proven wrong as he drank his third cup of coffee.

“There’s not much we can really do and I’m tired of waiting,” He replied with his eyes glued to his tablet.

“How can we exactly stage a robbery?”

“I know a few guys and the NYPD owes me a favor anyway,” He smirked evilly.

Bruce sighed at his friend. “I’m not even going to ask.”

“Wise decision, now tell the team to meet us in the lab in five. I need to update everyone on the plan.”

Nodding, Bruce summoned everyone to the lab not caring how early it was. To no one’s surprise, Vision was the first there- followed by Steve who looked like he was about to go on a run. The others soon trudged in with unassumed faces especially Clint who was being dragged in by Natasha. Nudging Tony who was still glued to his tablet, Bruce sighed again.

“So are you going to tell us why you woke us up at the crack of dawn,” Clint muttered while fixing his messy hair. “It better be about that enhanced person or I swear-”

“Alright, birdie. Take a chill pill. Let me guess, you woke up on the wrong side of the nest?” Tony chuckled as Clint flipped him off.

“Boys,” Natasha warned.

“Anyway,” Tony said taking a few steps away from the smirking red-head. “Bruce and I were able to set up a little trap for our enhanced friend.”

Pressing a button on his tablet, Tony watched as his plans projected in front of everyone. Watching as the team read over everything, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

“So you want to stage a robbery? Wouldn’t that just cause panic?” Sam questioned.

“Have any other ideas?” Tony snapped back.

“Hate to say it, but Stark has a point. If we know the kid would show themselves in these types of situations we might as well give it a try,” Steve said.

As the team silently nodded, Bruce walked closer to the hologram. Highlighting a few main points, he cleared his throat.

“We have everyone either a few blocks away or right on the street of the bank. Clint, you- however- are going to be hiding in the back room with your stun arrows.”

“What about Peter?” Wanda asked in a quiet voice.

“Right after we’re done here, I’m going to call him. We have him set up in a diner a few blocks away. I’m sure he won’t mind missing school,” Tony answered.

“Worst-case scenario, if arrows don’t work, we have this,” Bruce said holding up a small needle. “It’ll knock them out for maybe an hour or two depending on how they process the drug.”

“This won’t hurt the kid right,” Bucky asked with worry laced in his voice.

“No, it’s completely safe. They may have a small headache for the first few minutes after they wake up but other than that they’re fine.”

“Everyone has their orders. Let’s move out,” Steve said.

“We better get this kid,” Clint yawned.


The robbery was starting to look like one sick joke once you busted through the vent inside the bank. Normally you expect guys in tactical gear with machine guns raised toward the ceiling as they yelled orders to the hostages still inside the bank. However, instead of hostages, you were met with an empty room and no criminals in sight.

“What the-” You muttered before an arrow flew by your head.

Shielding yourself from the electrical blast that came from the arrow, you took a few steps back trying to process what had just happened. Still holding your shield up, you watched as arrows bounced off it while sighing in annoyance. Your little group of friends tried to capture once again. Rolling your eyes, you found the source of the arrows.

“Hawkeye, nice you see you again,” You chuckled before sending a blast his way. After fighting you for so long he should know by now that his arrows have no effect on your shields.

As you watched the birdman fly back, you smirked and turned towards the door. Opening the door, you saluted the surprised officers. Adding a small skip to your step, you waved at some of the bystanders when a familiar gush of air blew pieces of your hair in your face. The Avengers weren’t a team that gave up so easily and since you just blasted Hawkeye into a wall they weren’t going to be happy campers.

“The Sokovian bastard,” You smirked at the blue blur zooming around.

“Mama it’s Quicksilver!” One kid cried out as you laughed to yourself.

Out of all the Avengers, the white-hair speedster was always your favorite to mess with. From what you could tell he was cocky about his speed and you used that to your advantage. Taking a note from a scene in the Incredibles you raised your hand and casted out a huge shield. Watching the speedster bounce off of the shield into a few cops was comedy gold. You had nothing against the guy but this bit never got old.

“Always look where you’re going kids,” You laughed as their tiny little eyes stared at you with amusement.

Taking a small bow as a few of them clapped, you shot them a wink before the room of engines rang through the air. Looking up at the sky, you found some familiar faces floating above you. The two tinmen had red lasers pointed at chest while the other bird guy flew overhead. Glancing behind you, you notice the witch and the AI slowly creeping up on you. Noticing that the team was trying to surround you, you stood there with your arms crossed.

“You’re surrounded put your hands where I can see them,” Mr. American commanded as the arrow guy slowly walked out of the bank with his red-headed friend.

“Now’s it’s a party,” You grinned. “Watch and learn kids, watch and learn.”

Sending up a blinding blast, you shot two of your tentacles out of you back towards your friends trying to sneak up on you. Knocking them into Sonic the Hedgehog - who was just getting his bearings - you shielded yourself from oncoming arrows. Directing one of the blasts towards Hawkeye and Black Widow you watched as they fell to the ground paralyzed. Now that the arrows were taking care of you dodged an oncoming shield and grabbed the two iron suits with your other tentacles. Throwing them to the ground, you used all the power you had and pushed off of the ground towards Falcon. Kicking one of his wing’s engines hard you watched as he spun out of control.

Laughing to yourself, you were about to make your getaway until you felt a large force on your chest sending you flying backwards. Hitting the street hard, you rolled over on the pavement trying to catch your breath. Slowly getting up you ignore the stinging sensation in your arm and wiped the sweat off of your forehead. At this point, most of the bystanders were being summoned away by police as news crews started to surround the scene. Most of the Avengers were down except for the few helping the others up off of the ground. But standing in front of your was none other than Spider-Man himself. Sure the kid looked small but he clearly knew how to throw a punch. Cracking your neck, you angrily stomped over to the spider-boy wanting to knock him back a few blocks. It was only fair after all.

“You know for someone your size you can clearly kick some ass,” He said with an oddly familiar voice as you sent an energy blast his way.

Hearing a familiar twip you watched him effortlessly dodge your blast and he swung back around to you. Running at him with your shield up you both flew backwards as the two of you collided. As the shield broke you were blinded by the light as you hit the pavement with a thud. Trying to regain your vision, you heard the same twip again and recklessly shot your arm out trying to hit your target.  

Just them a strong force grabbed your arm as your vision returned. Before you could react, you felt a needle pick your arm as you yanked it free from Spider-Man’s grasp. Ripping the needle out of your arm you felt the ground sway beneath you.

“W-What was t-that,” You muttered as your legs gave out from under you.

“I got you,” He said quickly catching you before you hit the ground.

Trying to get up you slowly felt your whole body before numb as your eyes began to droop. Grabbing his arm in a last attempt to get up, you felt all the strength you had to leave your body.

“You’re ok,” He said looking at your panicked face. “Just let it happen. Nothing will happen to you.”

That’s when the familiar voice clicked. Your eyes widened the best they could as you cleared your throat.

“P-Peter,” You croaked losing consciousness.

Watching his eyes widened as well, black dots started to fill your vision as Peter took off your mask. This wasn’t good at all. The cute boy you just met is a part of a team trying to arrest you and most likely lock you up. You knew what the Accords were and they weren’t pretty. Hell, it even broke the Avengers a part for a brief time. But there you were unmasked as staring at the face of the guy you were just starting to like.

“(Y/N),” He said in disbelief.

Before you could respond your world went black and then you saw nothing.

Part 4


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GETTING BACK TOGETHER | Taeyong

- Taeyong is really shy in expressing his emotions

- like he rarely says “I love you” but when he does, it’s only in private and it’s enough to drive you crazy

- he expresses his love for you through hugs and kisses

- HE’S A GREAT KISSER

- HAS THE BEST AEGYOS BUT HATES DOING IT

- He’s also possessive

- like when he sees some guy talking to you or trying to flirt with you he gets really clingy until it leads into a fight with you and the guy

- you guys argue about this in some cases

- he’s just afraid to lose you

- but you still don’t get it why he has to be possessive

- “Dude, you have to trust her.” - Taeil

- “Trust is one of the key factors of a relationship.” - Johnny

- “Trusting is loving. Loving is trusting.” - Jaehyun

- “Hyung, she’s a keeper. Don’t lose her just because of your trust issues.” - Mark

- “Omg hyung, stop. She’s your girl. Case closed.” - Haechan

- he could be a beast when he gets mad… and also in bed. :>>>>

- one time, your ex bf came back and he’s asking you to get back together with him

- Taeyong found out about this in the most unconvinient time –> the time when his scamming and fat-shaming scandal got out and he’s being attacked by hate from the public

- his confidence went even more downhill

- and he got mad ofc because you didn’t tell him about the fact that your ex-bf wants you back

- “I didn’t wanna tell you because you’re gonna be like this!”

- “So it’s my fault now huh?”

- TAEYONG’S INTENSE EYES WOULD BE WAY MORE INTENSE BY 100000000000000000000000x

- oppa don’t be like that

- it’s so scary

- you can’t read what he’s thinking of doing next

- he’s just staring at you with those intense eyes

- EYES

- EYES

- HIS BEAUTIFUL INTENSE EYES

- you don’t know whether you’ll melt in warmth or quiver in fear because of his INTENSE STARING

- like dude, staring too much is rude; just say what you wanna say ffs

- “Stop talking to him!“

- “I already did but he just wouldn’t leave me alone!”

- “Liar. You still love him, don’t you?”

- with that, you felt offended

- not because you still love your ex but because Taeyong thinks of it like that - you realized that you and your love for him was never enough

- “Seriously? After all we’ve been through together, you’re gonna tell me that?”

- “After all the sacrifices I’ve made just to be with you… oh god Taeyong… am I not enough?!”

- “Jagiya, that’s not what I meant.”

- You broke down in tears as you look away from him

- you just can’t take seeing him right in front of you

- “Jagiya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

-OH TAEYONG BOI YOU’RE DEEP SHIT

- you finally look at him

- you tell him: “Let’s just end this Lee Taeyong.”

- and Taeyong’s left eye would just twitch in shock and annoyance

- have you seen his facial expression when he’s annoyed?

- he looks like one of those annoyed anime characters

- well he actually looks like a living anime like wth dude what are your genes made out of? Seriously?

- “What? You’re breaking up with me?”

- then he would laugh sarcastically

- “Fine. I don’t want to see your face ever again. Get the hell out of my face and my life!”

- he would be pointing to the door of their dorm and you get out while crying just as the other members go back into their dorm

- “You guys had a fight again?” - Ten

- “Well what’s new? They are always like that.” - Johnny

- “What happened?” - Jaehyun

- “I was actually expecting them to be making out on the couch as soon as we get here.” - Yuta

- Taeyong would just grumble: “We broke up.”

- “Seriously? Why do all my hyungs get into this kind of situation?” - Mark

- “This is why I don’t want to have a commitment just yet.” - Haechan

- “Yeah shut up Haechan. You’re not helping.” - Mark

- they were a little bit shocked but since they already know that you guys are having a tough time in your relationship, they kind of have expected that something like this would happen.

- 3 months passed but you’re still not over Taeyong

- you still cry about him and your break-up

- you thought that Taeyong had moved on because you can see him smiling and laughing on tv

- but nope

- it’s actually the opposite when he’s off-cam

- he rarely talks to his members except when it’s really important like rehearsals and dates for their performances/fansigns/photoshoots etc.

- when he’s back at the dorms w/ his members he just stays in his room

- when he’s out practicing with them, he would stay behind after their rehearsal

- he dances and dances until his body gives up just like you guys have both given up on your relationship

- even though he doesn’t admit it completely to himself, he knew that the break-up had taken its toll on him

- imagine, you guys had kept your relationship a secret for almost 3 years and then this happens

- yeah ikr it sucks

- you felt guilty for breaking up with him lol even I would feel guilty for breaking the heart of the poor leader of NCT

- Taeyong is life

- Taeyong is ❤

- Taeyong is everything!

- how can you give up on him??????????

- you wanted to talk to him but you’re afraid that he might reject you

- but little did you know that Taeyong wants to do the same too

- he also feels guilty for agreeing with the break-up

- he realized that he could’ve fought for your relationship better

- DUMB DUMB DUMB DUMB

- you guys are so dumb BUT CUTE

- you wanted him back so bad that you just cried

- Taeyong wanted you back as well that he wasn’t able to cook for the past 3 months because he remembers those times when he’d cook for you if you’re hungyry, sad, happy or just simply bored

- Eating different kinds of dishes was yours and Taeyong’s thing

- the other members didn’t have to worry about the food though because Jaehyun’s there to cook for them

- but they were worried for Taeyong because he rarely eats

- then one time, the thing that they have always been afraid off actually happened

- Taeyong collapsed in the middle of their performance

- like his fall was so bad

- he fell right off the stage and lost his consciousness

- they have to stop their performance and rush him to the hospital

- it was due to stress, mainly from his work and lack of proper nutrition like someone feed this child oh god

- and yeah, he broke his leg so the company decided to postpone their promotions

- Ten told you about this

- blinded by your tears, you immediately went to visit him

- but as soon as you got there, he’s sleeping - you kissed his forehead and mumbled, “I love you” to him

- it’s so cute that it broke the other member’s hearts

- they think that their leader deserves to have a healthy and strong relationship with his special someone

- Taeyong opens his beautiful eyes and was like “Oh, you’re here”

- The other guys left, allowing you to have some privacy

- Ten and Yuta were about to eavesdrop but Taeil caught them and pulled them away by their ears

- “You sneaky lil kids! Don’t eavesdrop on them!”

- But also eavesdrops along with them

- Really Taeil?

- Taeyong sits up and you just burst into tears and he’s just like wtf????? stop crying!!!!!!! the members might think i did something to you!!!!!!!! oml!!!!!!!!!!

- you apologize but Taeyong won’t let it go and even put you on a guilt-trip

-you felt even more bad

- BULLY TAEYONG LOL

- but then he just laughs it off and pulls you in for a slow and passionate kiss

- it’s been only 3 months since you guys called it off

- but for both of you, it felt like 3 decades

- and when your lips are clashed against each other, everything just felt right

- “can we try again?”

- “which one? The kiss or our relationship?”

- he smiles cheekily

- “Both.”


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I REALLY WANT TO TAKE REQUESTS FROM YOU GUYS SO PLEASE DON’T BE SHY/AFRAID TO ASK ME TO DO ANOTHER ONE ‘CAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN. :)

anonymous asked:

Heyo fellow Gryffindor INTP~ I absolutely adore your writing! I swear, it's so cute! I haven't followed you for long, but I love it! Either way, I was wondering if you would write how the RFA+Saeran+V+Vanderwood (Little bby needs more love) would react to MC having a little brother (Maybe one with a little sister complex- ) that she takes care of cause something happened to their parents? ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ Thank you~ and please keep being your amazing self!

Ayyyyyyy what’s up my friend!

~Man, we have the best personality amirite? (n˘v˘•)¬

Ooh a +Vanderwood ask, my first ever! ((I use They/Them for Vanderwood)) Thanks! Anyway, here ya go!


Yoosung

  • Was getting bullied a little bit by your younger brother
  • Poor Yoosung just wanted to be friends
  • Of course this was all done behind your back and Yoosung would die before he told you
  • He was a MANLY MAN he could take care of this himself!
  • Out of sheer luck he caught your brother playing LOLOL and ended up giving him tips for acquiring a super secret armor
  • After that, your little brother thought he wasn’t so bad after all
  • Yoosung is like a dad to him almost after a while
  • It’s really cute
  • Always worrying about him hurting himself
    • “Don’t run to fast you could trip!”
  • They stay up too late playing games sometimes and he laughs as you scold Yoosung

Jumin

  • He liked your little brother because he ended up being BFFs with Elizabeth 3rd
  • She sleeps with him in his bed and goes with him everywhere, they’re a dynamic duo
  • However, he wasn’t totally into Jumin at first
  • It wasn’t until he was asking you for something and you said no that Jumin took him under his wing
    • “No. That’s not how you negotiate. I have much to teach you, so you’d better listen up.”
  • It was the best and worst thing to happen
  • Your little brother looked up to Jumin so much, he was like a younger copy of him, and Jumin was so proud
  • He’d go with Jumin to the office and look over paperwork with him
  • Jaehee on the other hand…wasn’t so thrilled at having a pint-sized boss ordering her around now, too.
    • “Assistant Kang, I’m not even 12 and I can see two misspelled words in this report already.”
    • “How observant of you. I’m very impressed. Assistant Kang? Why are you just standing there? I believe a ‘thanks’ is in order seeing as he caught this before it went any further. In the future I expect you to be more thorough with your paperwork.”
  • You send Jaehee a nice “Sorry” gift basket once a month.

Zen

  • Just a ride on his motorcycle was all it took for these two to bond
  • He loves visiting Zen on set!
  • He tells all of his friends at school that you’re dating a famous person
  • They have “man time” together while watching action movies
  • Zen drinks beer and your little brother has root beer
  • He did stop smoking though, he doesn’t want to be a bad influence on him
  • Sometimes when you go to bed early or are working late, they stay up past his bedtime and Zen tells him stories about when he was in a biker gang

Jaehee

  • He loved her from the start tbh he approved instantly
  • She makes the best sweets, always helps you cook meals in the kitchen, and she’s super smart!
  • He was really happy to see you two together
  • Freaked out when she told him she was a Judo black belt
  • He wanted to learn, too!
  • So Jaehee signed him up
  • They practice in the living room (one time he knocked over a vase while you were cooking dinner and Jaehee took the blame. It was the start of their little secrets they have together and he knows he can always go to her with problems)
  • Jaehee is his biggest cheerleader during practices and stuff, she’s super encouraging
  • He hates musicals but he pretends to like them because he knows she does

Saeyoung

  • Kind of a rocky start for these two
  • Unlike Yoosung, Saeyoung would tease him right back
  • So they would bicker a lot when you weren’t around
  • Until they found their shared love of pranking
  • Their first victim was poor Yoosung
  • They made him watch one of those ‘scare’ YouTube videos where something pops out and they video taped him
  • Then they were pranking you
  • Blowing an air horn when you were trying to nap
  • Or placing fake bugs and spiders all over the apartment
  • They were always up to something together
  • You often had to yell at Saeyoung for letting him eat so much junk food and snacks and spoiling his dinner

V

  • At first he wasn’t too sure of V, because he wanted you to be protected
  • And how could someone with no sight protect you?
  • But he wasn’t giving V enough credit
  • He was slowly creeping by V (who was sitting on the couch sipping his tea) making his way to the kitchen to steal some of your fresh baked cookies when V spoke up and startled him
    • “She’s not going to be too happy if you’re planning on eating those before dinner.” he sipped his tea, still facing straight ahead.
    • “How…how did you know I-”
    • “I may be blind, but I could hear your tip-toeing loud as a marching band in my head.”
  • He thought it was so cool, almost like being a superhero
  • He bought a blindfold and wore it around the house to be like V, trying to walk around without his sight
  • Of course he knocked over and broke a few things in the process
  • But V just laughed, telling you to calm down when you tried to apologize
    • “The stuff is worth nothing to me compared to you two.”

Saeran

  • They kind of steered clear of each other at first
  • Just dirty looks and scowls from across the room and behind your back
  • One night as you put him to bed Saeran stood outside the door listening to him whimper, telling you he didn’t want to go to school because of bullies
  • He met you in the bedroom
    • “I’ll pick him up from school tomorrow,” Saeran noted
    • “Are you…sure?”
    • “Yeah it’s no big deal, just go use that time for yourself. Go shopping or something.”
    • “…ok,” you agreed hesitantly
  • Saeran showed up at his school to get him
  • But literally one look at this guy from his classmates had them scared to death
  • They had no idea this was his sisters boyfriend woah!
  • He didn’t have to say anything, and from then on they left your little brother alone
  • From that day forward Saeran picked him up from school and they would go out for ice cream together
  • He’d tell Saeran about his day and what they learned
  • They’d throw rocks at cans together and do all of the stuff that little boys like to do
  • It was like Saeran finally got closure from his shitty childhood by making sure your brother was happy

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood really liked your little brother
  • They won over your brother when he found out they had been a secret agent
  • He was listening to you two talking in your bedroom when he overheard it
  • He thought they were just some average person who liked to keep the apartment tidy
  • The next time they were alone together your brother tried to catch them off guard, throwing a shoe at their back, and was shocked when they dodged it with ease
  • They were like a superhuman to him
    • “Please teach me! I heard you talking last night so I know all about it!”
  • Vanderwood groaned, you’d kill them if you knew he’d found out
    • “Ok but, this is our little secret, ok?”
  • It wasn’t anything serious, and your brother was too young to know anyway
  • You didn’t ask questions when you came home to them outside
  •  Vanderwood sitting in the chair smoking as your little brother washed the car
  • You heard them talk before you went inside
    • “Yes, wax on wax off, wax on wax off,” Vanderwood commanded
  • You shook your head and closed the door