he still looks a little goofy

Whenever I look back on the early episodes of Avatar: the Last Airbender, I realize that Iroh was probably acting a little ridiculous on purpose. He knows that Zuko still has fresh emotional wounds from his cruel, uncompromising father and sadistic sister, and the one source of softness and warmth in his life, his mother, is long gone. Iroh always tried to be a friend to Zuko, but now that his nephew has been scarred and banished, he tries to be goofy and funny and carefree so desperately hard because all he wants is for Zuko to smile and relax again.  If making a fool out of himself is what he has to do, he’d do it a hundred times over.

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MASTERLIST

Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind you.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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BTS in Wonderland

Namjoon:

The Cheshire Cat - Namjoon is the wisest of the group by anyone’s standards. The Cheshire Cat teases Alice with philosophical questions throughout the story much like Namjoon probably does with the rest of his members.

Originally posted by exiledparadise

Jin: 

The Queen of Hearts - ‘Off with his head!,’ as she is often known for saying. Jin’s frequent rants are beginning to sound more and more like her. Before we know it, he might be screaming this about the maknae or even Namjoon if they’re not careful.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Yoongi: 

The Caterpiller - “Alice does not like the Caterpillar when they first meet, because he does not immediately talk to her and when he does, it is usually in short, rather rude sentences, or difficult questions.” Yoongi comes off as the tsundere type, but after you get past he hard exterior, he’s nothing but a squish.

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Hobi: 

The March Hare - In the story, the March Hare is written as a crazy character and is described to look like what Victorian era crazy people looked like. While J-Hope isn’t crazy, he is still flamboyant and would fit this character most in Wonderland. 

Originally posted by hayoomin

Jimin: 

Alice - Alice is kind of a whimsical character, but she also hold the most innocence. Jiminie is the same way where compared to his hyungs and Tae and Jungkook. 

Originally posted by pinkjuho

Tae: 

The Mad Hatter - Looking at the Hatter from the books and the Hatter from the Tim Burton movies, Tae really fits best as this character. While he can be goofy and a little crazy, like the Hatter from the book, he also has a more serious side like the Hatter from the movie. 

Originally posted by nanagyeomie

Jungkook:

The White Rabbit - There aren’t many significant characters in Alice in Wonderland so Kook’s closes counterpart would have to be the White Rabbit because he is literally a human bunny.

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

This was honestly really awesome to think about but really hard to characterize. - admin nicole 💕

Dex/Nursey | 1k | T+ 

Nursey had never found Dex attractive.

Sure he was an okay looking dude, but he really wasn’t what Nursey went for.

Dex was all gangly muscles, freckle covered skin and too big ears. A scowl that could freeze over hell and an air about him that was too rough and aggressive.

Nursey went for soft smiles, lean lines and eyes that you could melt into. Nursey had never seen Dex’s eyes when they weren’t clouded over.

And then one day after practise Dex grins, bright and happy in Nursey’s direction and it’s all over for Nursey.

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No Kiss List

@lapidot-anniversary-week and @jenhedgehog

prompt: first kiss

words: 3k

genre: childhood friends/enemies to sweethearts, human AU

summary: Peridot is the only person in the fourth grade that is on Lapis’s ‘no kiss list’ for a kind of underground kissing booth and Peridot is not happy about it, they grow older together and things begin to shift, Ao3

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I GOT THE GIRL [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “Hi! Can you write a Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader imagine? The reader is a bookworm, and is often found in the library. She and Fred are almost complete opposites. Fred is intrigued by the "different” girl you can say and they start hanging out. Introducing each other to their life, with things the other would never do. Ends with a cute passionate kiss?“ — by @my-unique-mind

a/n: added a little twist to it. hope you don’t mind :-) also, i got carried away with this one so it is quite long 😂

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    On the course of your stay in Hogwarts, the only conversations you would share with Fred Weasley were just mere hellos and greetings. Whenever the seat beside you wasn’t taken yet in some class, he would ask if it was okay to sit beside you, and you would glance at him before nodding, minding your own business starting then.

    Though other than that, the both of you never bothered to approach the other in attempt to get to know them better. It has been always like that for the past years — so for him to suddenly ask you a very important favor, it was quite unbelievable.

    It was a Saturday morning that time and you were spending your day inside the library as usual. In front of you was one clear parchment, a book needed for Transfiguration, and a bottle of ink that you had. You were just about to write the first sentence of your essay when someone abruptly sat down across you.

    It was Fred, with his red hair and goofy smile. You raised your eyebrow in question and slowly brought your quill down, waiting for the boy before you to say something that would explain why he was here.

    "Good day, isn’t it?” he started, his head turning around as if to look at his surroundings. ‘The sun’s not shining too bright, the wind’s pace is just right, and it’s not that cloudy.“

    "Is there something I can help you with?” you asked with your eyebrow still raised.

    Fred flickered his eyes to you. “I’m glad you asked, Y/N, because there is this one tinsy little problem I’m dealing with and I know you can help me figure it out.” there was mischief in the way he spoke those words, which made you kind of uneasy.

    “Oh, is it regarding about that Transfiguration assignment Professor McGonagall gave us 'cause I’m doing it right now —”

    “Y/N,” he politely cut you off that made you stop talking, “that’s not it.”

    You involuntarily blush. “Then what is it?”

    Fred leaned on the table, prompting his elbows and placing his chin on top. “I knew it was a good choice to pick you, Y/N. I had a hard time convincing George that you’re the perfect accomplice —”

    “Woah, what?” it was your turn to you cut him off. “You lost me at accomplice.”

    “Well, you see,” Fred licked his lips, “we need a book from the restricted section of the library. Of course, no teacher with the right mind would let me or my brother get it, so I thought since you’re always in the library so much, not to mention you’re a Ravenclaw, you would be the one to do it for us.”

    “You must be out of your mind.” You scoffed. “What makes you think I’ll do that for you?”

    “Because,” Fred trailed, “I’m such a good person and I make other people happy?”

    You couldn’t help but snort at his reason.

   "Oh, come on, Y/N! I promise, this will the first and last favor I’ll be asking you if you agree to help.“

    The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before you finally broke free and groaned.

    "Fine, I’ll do it.”

    Fred fist pumped in the air that made Madam Pince to suddenly appear and hiss at him.

    “But you need to do something in return. Anything, so that I’ll feel I’m not doing this for free.” you chuckled lightly.

    He nodded in understanding. “Okay,” he shrugged, “how about I do a poem? You’re into those kind of stuff, right?”

    “Well, yeah …” you blushed again for whatever reason.

    “Then it’s settled then. You help us get the book and I’ll do a poem. Deal?” he extended a hand out and you didn’t hesitate to grasp it with your own, shaking it.

    “Deal.”


     You indeed had done what you had to do. After Fred and George talked to you and gave you the title of the book that they needed, you immediately made up an excuse as you ask the head of your house, Professor Flitwick, to sign the slip that allowed you to get the book from the restricted section of the library.

    The whole plan seemed too easy, because the teacher didn’t even question you or grew suspicious on why you needed the book. And now, you were patiently waiting inside the cosy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks, your eyes glued on the door, ready to finalize your deal with the Weasley twins.

    Though Fred was the only one who came, even panting as he sits down beside you. You couldn’t help but glance at him oddly but still a smile was playing on your lips.

    “Sorry,” he sighed while he takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair he was sitting on, “had to get away from George. I didn’t want him to come.”

    “Why?” you slowly brought out the book from your bag.

    Fred smirked at you, “Because I wouldn’t want him hearing my poem, obviously. He wouldn’t let it go if he heard it, will keep on teasing me for an eternity if he did.” he murmured mostly to himself.

    You almost forgotten about the poem and with the mention of it, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “Well, now that you mentioned it, read it to me.”

    For the first time, you saw his cheeks turn into a shade of pink as he softly stutters. “Uh, r-right now?” he cleared his throat.

    “Not necessarily, but if you want to have this book —”

    “Okay,” he pouted, “I get it, I get it. Just let me …” he rummaged through his bag and got a notepad with written notes on it, though before you could take a peak, he blocked it away from your view with his hand. “Hey! I’m going to read it to you anyway so why bother?”

    “I’m just curious, jeez.” You chuckled. “You know, I’m very interested in what you have prepared. It’s always been in my bucket list to get you to do something completely out of your character.”

    “Oh, I’m sure it is.” he snorted with a grin. “Uh, so, before I begin, I’m just gonna ask you not to laugh, okay? I admit it’s not my best work but … it’s what I wanted the poem to be about.” the color red was creeping on his cheeks again.

    You smiled. “I promise.”

    He dramatically cleared his throat, turning sideways so he was completely facing you.

“The way she speaks can lure me to sleep
the way she smiles can change my cold feet
the way she reads can send thousands of thoughts
like why only now did I notice she smelled like apricots?”

     He stops momentarily to look at you and sees you laughing silently which draws him to continue.

I can never really explain why I started feeling so differently
when she has always been there, always been pretty.
and maybe that is why I decided to make a plan
something that will give my chance a hand.

It amuses me how she doesn’t notice
like for the first time, she didn’t know how to focus
but how can she not, that’s not her flaw
After all, she is a Ravenclaw.”

    Your eyes widened at that mere line and you could hear Fred taking a gulp before carrying on like nothing happened.

“So this time, as I read this poem to you
please tell me you understand it like you always do
keep in mind that out of all the pranks I’ve done, all of the shows
you rejecting me at this very moment terrifies me the most.”

    Fred closed the notepad and immediately turned away from you, folding his hands on the table. “Done.” he stated with his lips pursed together, not bringing himself to see your reaction after just confessing that he indeed fancied you.

    “That was … beautiful. You might actually beat Edgar Allan Poe if you pursued writing.” you tried to catch his eye but he wouldn’t budge. “Fred, please do look at me.”

    “No.” he answered immediately. “I-I had some time thinking about this and now that I’ve done it, I think I regretted doing it.” he spoke very fast.

    It seemed cruel, but you enjoyed seeing him all frantic and shy — because in your defense, it wasn’t everyday you would see Fred Weasley behaving this way. He was mostly so confident with his brother, the complete opposite of what he was showing you right now, and it made you reach out and place a hand over his.

    “Would it make you feel better if I told you I felt the same way?” You couldn’t help but tease, causing him to finally look at you.

    “Not funny, Y/N. You’re completely messing with my emotions and do you know how many times I’ve thought about telling you about this and now you’re —”

    You rolled your eyes, leaning in and pressing your lips onto his just to make him shut up, and also maybe because you’ve been meaning to do it for a long time now. It definitely did the trick though because Fred caught on and began to kiss you back, his hand soon resting on your cheek while his other one still intertwined with yours. When the both of you let go, Fred’s eyes looked like they were twinkling from delight.

    “What is it?” you asked, a goofy smile plastered on your mouth as well.

    “Nothing, I just — my brother and I didn’t really need the book, it was the plan I’ve been talking about in my poem, to give my chance a hand.” he repeated.

    “Wow.” you playfully slapped his arm with the borrowed book. “So meaning to say, all my efforts were put into nothing?”

    “Well, it did make you a rebel even a little bit, didn’t it?” he grinned. “And it did help this thing going on between us to evolve as well.”

    You pulled on your best confused face. “What thing?”

    “Hardy har har.” he sarcastically laughed and pulled you in for another passionate kiss, your laugh audible in between as you place your arm around his neck.

    Before the two of you could even decided to finally break free — realizing that you were still inside the Three Broomsticks — George Weasley came waltzing inside the pub and did a very loud gasp, enough to catch the attention of the other students to him.

    “I can’t believe it. It actually worked!”

    Fred groaned and turned to his brother who was now grinning like mad. “Shut up and go away, George.”

    But George was already fist bumping him, and despite Fred getting annoyed, he couldn’t help but put on a cocky and bragging grin on his face as he did so because finally, he got the girl.

Shredded Clothes - Stiles Stilinski Smut

Paring: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, FLUFF, AAAAAAAND FLUFF ALSO SMUT, SWEARING AND TONS MORE OF SMUT, LIL BIT OF A DADDY KINK IN THERE TOO, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Word Count: 3,077 words

Release Date: Apirl, 8, 2017 (AKA STILES’ BIRTHDAY BIATCHES)

*I WAS IN THE STORE WHEN I WANTED TO MAKE AN IMAGINE ABOUT THIS, YOU’RE WELCOME LOVES AND THIS IS AN IMAGINE BECAUSE I JUST GOT TO 60 FOLLOWS, I’M ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS LMAO* - Admin

You waited for your boyfriend Stiles to get into your car so both of you could get away from the supernatural for awhile. You didn’t mind the supernatural, but you just never had enough time with your boyfriend anymore to do anything special. So you planned out the day for you and Stiles to have a day together, no Werewolves, no Banshees, no Deadpool, just you and Stiles.

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Little Girl

Requests: “I’m really,really sorry I thought I was done honest but I saw the Kai gif thing and now fluff, cooking cupcakes with Kai for your little girls birthday party (yum cupcakes) Please and Thank you ~S” (Credits to gif owners!) 

Kai’s daughter meant everything to him. From being a lost cause, to falling in love for the first time, learning how to control himself, getting married and having a daughter, she was his whole world. Its her birthday. Her fifth birthday to be exact which sort of came as a shock to Kai. He knew exactly how old she was going to be yet he couldn’t believe five years ago he didn’t know what to do in the hospital room.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, or how to hold her. Or how to react when he saw her face between the thick blankets for the first time. For so long he was confused with emotion, but he cried. He cried with the biggest smile on his face when he cradled her in his arms. He was wrapped around her finger ever since.

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BABY HARRY ok..

im just gonna jump right in so enjoy and try not to cry

hIS EYES ARE SO BIG AND BRIGHT 

LOOK AT THAT SMILE CAN YOU BELIEVEE 

‘be nonchalant, styles. just play it cool’

THE HAT AND THE SWEATER WITH THE BUTTON UP UNDERNEATH HOW DAPPER

this one is precious and such good quality (look at his teeth i acanf)

lil goofy pjs ask me if im alright (i,m not)

WITH FRIENDS plus the little girl. does his shirt say school idk but its cute

OK THIS ONE„ THERE IS A GIANT TARANTULA ON HIS HAND AND HE IS SO CHILL SO HAPPY LIKE HEY THERE FUZZY CREATURE LETS TAKE A PIC TOGETHER!!!

he is cheesing so hard…he still does this smile im upset

LOOK HOW HANDSOME WITH HIS LIL SHINY RAINBOW TIE AND HIS LIGHT GREEN BUTTON UP

AHHH SAME HANDSOMELY DRESSED DAY (rainbow tie) BUT NOW WITH DOG

so animated so cute rocking that c cup

speedo and goofy ears, he should have been walking the runway (the goofy ears are even pierced and for some reason that just makes the whole thing better)

HE WAS DRESSED AS A DALMATIAN AND H E IS LOVING IT

back in his blonde days (AND MICKEY SHIRT!!!)

HIS CREW NECK THE DOG HIS SHINY SHOES (tell me he was dressed for school tell me he had a disney themed lunch box tell me his mom cut his sandwich into little shapes like butterflies and dinosaurs TELL ME)

THE PACIFIER I CANT THE DIAPER HE WAS SO SMALL LOOK AT THE TINY SNEAKERS 

well he doesn’t look very impressed by class picture day

just not impressed at all

u got it dude!!!!!! plus STRIPED SHORTS YEA (and his hand on the girls thigh like here little girl let me use your leg to help get off of this bench, much love .xx)

THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE LIKE WHAT IS HE DOING? IS HE WAVING? IS IT SOME SORT OF SALUTE? IS HE PREPARING FOR A HIGH FIVE? MAYBE PRACTICING HIS BEAUTY PAGEANT WAVE? (probably the last option) BUT WHATEVER IT IS ITS CUTE

playing with the older kids ;( lil blue shorts

once again who knows what hes doing with his hands…..but still adorable

LOOK AT HIM UP THERE HIS SMILE IS A CROSS BETWEEN HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE AND TOTALLY TERRIFIED 

thrusting his fist in the air he cant contain the excitement ‘YES GOLF CART RIDES!!!!!!!’

ah good old family photos

he sleeps with his mouth open :( look at his tiny fist :(

LITTLE RED HAT

just casually straddling that fence like a pro (the other boy is no where near as comfortable up there that is evident)

enjoying story time and rocking that vest he has been a little fashionista since day one (do they make baby sized glitter boots? if so, he owned them)

LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY

kisseskissesskd (quirky ears before he even had the curls to make them so)

nice family beach day when harry breaks out the ninja moves

everybody was kung fu fighting!!!

working that camera! owning those angles!

just too damn cute 

Burned Pt. 1 [M]

Genre: Smut/angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, dom/sub sexual relations

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: based off a post I made a few days ago and encouraged by. This is my first time writing smut so please be kind to me. I’m still learning the ropes haha. 

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Everything about the drive home was the same and for that you were thankful. It had been months since the last time you saw the familiar buildings of your hometown. The farmer’s market was in full swing and you were tempted to stop by, but you knew your mother would kill you if you showed up later. 4 hours late, in fact. You probably should have called. You didn’t mind the lecture that was sure to commence once you got home because it was the first time you were able to sleep in for months. You were in your first year of medical school and it was taking a toll on you. Between work and school you barely had time for anything, or anyone. Luckily, the national holiday came right at the perfect time and you managed to squeeze in a trip home, not minding the long drive each way. Hopefully, your mother had prepared your favorite meal because it’s been awhile since you ate something that didn’t come from plastic packaging.

As you pulled down your childhood street you saw the familiar commotion of seven boys playing basketball in your driveway. Taehyung, your younger brother, had begged your dad for two years for a hoop. After Tae broke his elbow from building a makeshift one out of a ladder and a laundry basket your father finally caved in. The six boys playing with your brother were his childhood best friends. They’ve stuck together through everything, from dating each other’s exes, to going away to separate universities. You had never seen friendship like that and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel a little bit jealous. None of your friendships had lasted that long and you hoped that nothing would ever get in between theirs.

The sudden sound of loud thumping on the hood of your car scared the shit out of you. When you looked up, you saw your brother’s boxy grin staring back at you. “If you dent my car you’re going to have to pay for it, you little shit,’ you threatened.

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Epic

This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge.  My quote was  “You seem troubled. Course that’s a primary aspect of your personality so I sometimes ignore it.” - Cas

Summary: Your senior year of high school isn’t turning out as epic as you hoped it would.

warnings: Cas fluff, HS AU, slight teenage angst at the beginning

word count: ~1650


Originally posted by destieltime

You sat on your front porch, cradling your chin in your hands and staring blankly at the street in front of you.  Here you were, senior in high school, finally the “top dog” at school instead of just some dorky underclassmen.

Wasn’t senior year supposed to feel…better than this?

You didn’t feel any different than before.  In fact, you felt a little more like a loser, mainly because you hadn’t all of a sudden become super cool, like you hoped would happen.

Sure, you had your friends, your family, a few college acceptances that were ready to go.  But you weren’t quite…

There were no words – you must just be in a funk.

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One day I walked into my free period class room and I saw one of the kids from the autistic program at my school and I had some friends in there already so I was like you know what sure I’ll sit next to him he looks nice. So I sat next to him and he was the sweetest little dude in there world. He was older than me but really short and when I sat down he got the biggest smile on his face. Then he got all shy called me pretty and my heart fucking exploded. Then people from around the other tables looked at him and were like “Looks like you’ve got a crush there.” and he get all flustered and he still had a big goofy grin on his face and I couldn’t stop smiling

But that not the best part

At the end of the period I stood up and went to grab my bag anD THIS ADORABLE MOTHER FUCKER PICKED IT UP FIRST AND PUT IT ON MY BACK FOR ME IT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE KEEP IN MIND MY BOOK BAG IS SUPER FUCKING HEAVY AND HE WAS STRUGGLING TO HOLD IT UP WHILE STILL KEEPING HIS FUCKING CUTE ASS SMILE I FELT LIKE A GOD DAMN PRINCESS AND I’M SAD I NEVER SAW HIM AGAIN AFTER THAT

When they leave the Haus, it’s so late that the lights in the windows of the dorms have been turned off. Once everyone had finished their studying, Bitty had given them all pie and made them watch an Bob Ross on Netflix to settle down. Holster herded Ransom upstairs, whispering sweet nothings about it being the last finals he’ll ever have to take and Chowder and Caitlin- who is sleeping over for the comfort she desperately needs- went upstairs to pass out. Bitty, who had been smiling sleepily at his phone, fell asleep in the armchair minutes into Bob Ross and he looked so peaceful that Dex just carried him upstairs. Lardo, who’s last final was the day before, had been asleep upstairs the whole time.

The tadpoles headed off in the direction of the freshmen dorms, leaving Dex and Nursey to walk towards their building alone. It’s dark, but there’s lamplight, and it’s almost quiet, but the bugs unseen in the background offer a soothing, chirping background noise. It’s nice, a cool night, and Nursey feels so at ease it’s a little dumb. He has a bio final tomorrow that he is not looking forward too and he spent the majority of the night finishing a paper for one of his English courses. He typed so much that his fingers are still twitching in a Stockholm-syndrome-esque way; they’ve been forced to type for so long that now it’s all they know.

Suddenly, his twitching fingers are encompassed by a callused, cool hand and he looks down to see Dex’s fingers in his own. He follows Dex’s arm up to his face and he’s smiling, sleepy soft and genuine, and Nursey smiles back.

“It’s all over after tomorrow,” Dex says, voice soft but still loud in the quiet of the night.

Nursey shakes his head, because it isn’t tomorrow. He knows it isn’t. Dex’s smile widens a little into a goofy kind of thing and it’s honest and sweet and it makes Nursey wanna kiss him just a little bit more than usual. He knows, too, that this isn’t over after tomorrow. This, Nursey thinks, won’t be over for a very long time. He hopes so, at least, because Dex’s fingers in his is something he could get used to.

Isn’t That Stupid? - Sam x Reader Drabble

Written for @torn-and-frayed‘s Songs of Season Two challenge

“Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore.
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.”

You frowned as you walked into your daughter’s room in the middle of the night, seeing Dean holding his baby niece in his arms, singing gently to her.

“Dean?” you asked, rubbing at your eyes.

He turned to you, smiling slightly.

“That song?” you asked, before your daughter started to sniffle unhappily.

“Hey, shh,” he soothed, beginning to sing again.

“Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door,
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door.”

You felt yourself begin to cry as he got to the end, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes.

Once your daughter was sleeping soundly again, Dean gently put her back in her cot, turning around to see you in tears.

Dean smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

You let yourself sob quietly against his chest, your arms unmoving at your sides.

“I know,” he assured you, quietly, “I know. I miss him, too.”

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Secretly Dating Enoch

(A/N: this was a request I enjoyed making and I hope you do, too!)

Your POV

In the glory of tangled sheets, our limbs not any less enmeshed around each other, my eyes opened. The light brought my vision to a squint as my lips parted in a yawn. Enoch’s arms tightened around my waist. It chucked a giggle out of me, allowing me to wriggle and face him, so my hands pressed against his bare chest, and his soft breath tickled my nose. His lips were parted in slothful breaths, his dark hair messily brushing over his forehead, his eyes remotely moving beneath his closed lids. I pecked him on the lips, not being able to resist how charming he looked in the morning, shirtless.

His eyes indolently opened, probably still blurry and adjusting. They focused on me and it pulled his lips to a faint simper. Just impossibly, he pulled me closer.

“Morning.”, I whispered, pecking his jaw because I was so tucked in, I couldn’t reach his lips. He looked down at me, the leering in his eyes not leaving. What an adoring victim I became. “Morning.”, he replied, planting a kiss on my forehead, and inhaling the scent of my hair. “What time is it?”, he asked, not breaking eye-contact. “I guess it’s early enough for a little cuddle before I get back to my room and before we get caught.”, I stated, sighing. “Staaay; Who cares if we get caught?”, he groaned, rolling over and laying down on me, so I was restrained under him. “Enoch, we both know Miss P would kill us.”, I looked at him, trying to look grave, despite feeling very goofy. My mind could recall different times we were on this position and it made me want to stay even more. But I couldn’t risk it. I pushed him off once his muscles slackened (and still looked unbearably good).

“Ergh, come on, Y/N.”, he groaned again, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Don’t start with me, O'Connor.”, I rolled my eyes at him before turning on my heel and pulling my silk shorts on. I looked over my shoulder to see him eyeing me. I felt smug. “Later, then, promise me.”, he said as I started to tiptoe to the door. “I promise.”, I softened my voice, grabbing the doorknob. I step out before he cut me. “-to your room, and don’t talk to any boy, most especially if it’s Jacob!”, he added. I peeked back in and laughed, sending him a flying kiss that he bit his lip at.

Just as I was about to reach for my doorknob, someone’s door creaked and the sound of someone who had just woken up turned my head. Hugh. “What are you doing out this early, Y/N?”, he whispered. My mind quickly searched for a way to get through situations like this. “Erm, I needed a glass of water. Just got back.”, I smiled reassuringly as to not making it seem underconfident. He nodded and shrugged, silently whistling a tune, a few bees buzzing behind him.

Phew.

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Clinking cutlery and whispering breeze - my favourite things to listen to in the morning, after Enoch’s voice. I stole a look from him, his hair still slightly messy and his shirt two buttons unbuttoned. I shivered.

He looked back at me, and he flashed me a wink I swear I could not resist any longer. I chewed my food harder.

Miss Peregrine cleared her throat. All our heads turned to her. She gave us a genial beam that freed us all from anxiety.

“A word later, Y/N, and Enoch.”, she squinted, the smile now sickening me. A sinking feeling boiled in my stomach and I couldn’t look at Enoch. Heat rushed to my face and I swear I saw Hugh flash a skittish look at us. I couldn’t prepare myself for such. I clenched my jaw and I lost appettite, but made sure I seemed unaffected, although I felt everyone’s eyes on us.

We finished eating in silence and it started actually revolting me. I had never prepared myself for situations like this, when we actually get caught.

I was going to rush back up to my room, but Miss P stood in front of me. “If I could have it right now, Y/N, I guess that wouldn’t bother you.”, she said calmly. “Enoch! Please follow us.”, she called him, like he didn’t know where her office was. My heart battered on my chest and I could feel it in the tips of my fingers and the back of my throat. We entered Miss P’s office, and I could feel Enoch trailing behind me in a safe distance.

Miss P swiftly sat on her chair and allowed us to plump down the two chairs that were rooted right across the desk. We sat there, not being able to give each other eye-contact.

“Hugh had given me quite a nervous report regarding you two.”, she said. She looked at us, a solemn look replacing her smile. I tried to keep my composure, but my breathing sounded way more yanky. Enoch was handling this surprisingly well. “He was hesitant to tell me, but I insisted he told me.”, she said, probably trying to tell us not to blame Hugh later. I was now pretty convinced this was about our relationship.

I wouldn’t think our headmistress would be cruel enough to forcefully separate us, but at the same time, it was a critical rule of hers. I couldn’t seem to grasp the thought of what would happen to us next. But with all possible fingers and toes crossed, I hoped this would conclude positively. Which seemed unlikely.

“You’re hiding your relationship.”, she said, her voice undeviating. We hadn’t said a thing. “I guess you are aware that Enoch and Hugh’s rooms are only separated by a very thin wall. He hears you. It wakes him up.”, she added. I felt disgusting. “And I am convinced that having romantic relationships is very unsafe as a peculiar, you two. We are under a state of danger, and you both know that our enemies target soft spots. Love. Home. Family.”, she stated. “But what could we do?”, I said, feeling utterly sunken. “Unfortunately, for the safety of us all, you must continue keeping this secret. This should go no further borders. Our enemies are wise, children. If I didn’t know what love is, I could have separated you two. Please take care of each other as much as you should take care of everyone else.”, she announced sternly to us. Weights were lifted off my shoulder. I had almost teared up. I looked at Enoch, and his nose was red. He looked back at me, with sad yet relieved eyes. “Thank you, Miss P.”, Enoch mumbled as we awkwardly walked out her office, still in a safe distance.

“Oh my god.”, I exhaled, pulling him to me. I felt washed over by relief. His arms tightly locked around me. “That was… fucking awkward, Y/N; I couldn’t bear it.”, he commented, kissing me in the forehead again and sniffing my hair just as he did a while ago. “I know. That was shit.”, I added, not pulling away from the heartwarming embrace. It felt good. “You think she gave that talk to Hugh and Fiona before as well?”, he pouted, looking at me. “Dang, I guess Hugh wanted to share this odd feeling, you think?”, I laughed. “It made me look forward to you more.”, he smiled cheekily as I adored every ounce of his glory. How his hair fell over his forehead in a slight curl, and his dark eyes, and furrowed brows. “I would kill for you.”, he continued. I kissed him, his arms tightening around my waist. Just as he was about to get a little naughty, I pulled out with a goofy grin. He groaned.

“You nasty tease.”, he bit his lip, eyeing me again as I intentionally swayed my hips. I ran my hands through my hair. “It’s for our safety, Enoch.”, I loudly said, holding back a guffaw. I could tell he rolled his eyes. I giggled faintly. “You’ll get what you deserve after leaving me undone, Y/N.”, he said. I looked back at him. He winked at me and I swear my legs went wobbly.

I guess this relief was enough to strike up a mood.

“Dean, you really don’t have to come,” you called, yanking on your boots, “it’s really not a- oh boy,” you said, stopping short when you turned and saw Dean. 

To say he was embracing the whole going to a rodeo thing would be an understatement. You weren’t sure if he was trying to fit in to the crowd or trying to kill you. Because he was definitely going to kill you dressed like that.

He had his typical flannel tucked into worn jeans, but there was a big gleaming belt buckle at his waist that your eyes were stuck on. And then there was the hat. You had no clue where he’d found it, but there it was on his head, and suddenly Dean was a cowboy. 

A sexy dirty hot cowboy.

“Well howdy there miss,” he said, that easy goofy grin falling across his face when he noticed you leering at him. 

“Uh… hey,” you said, biting your lip, “Nice… nice hat.”

“I look good,” Dean stated confidently, breaking the spell a little and making you smile. 

“Yes, yes you do,” you agreed, stepping closer until you could slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders. 

“You like it?” Dean asked, that smile still lingering on his lips as you looked up at him. There was some scruff on his face, like he hadn’t shaved in a couple days, his green eyes cast in shadow from the cowboy hat.

“You know… we don’t have to go…” you said in answer, making Dean’s grin widen. 

“I dunno, you were really looking forward to-” you cut him off with a kiss, grabbing his hand as he went to yank the hat off to get it out of the way. “Oh no, cowboy. The hat stays.”

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you’re me. you’re in the theatre, watching moana for the first time. you’re already kind of overwhelmed by emotion after “we know the way” because damn, you could almost feel the ocean wind blowing on your face. maui is a lot of fun and although you’re more than a little concerned about accurate polynesian representation (you’ll be sure to look up discourse later, surely there’s plenty of it), you’re still having a good time.

then the crab shows up. oh, okay. he seems like a typical goofy villain who’ll be easily defeated by a show of wits on moana’s part, the comical relief. he loves to talk about himself? who’d have guessed, he’s completely decked out in bling. oh, he’s gonna do it in song form? that’s fine, another musical number is always g-

then he starts singing, and then you realize. 

shit. he has a really goddamn nice voice.

now this is entirely unfair, because the song itself is built to sound a bit seductive in the first place. later you’ll find out after an obsessive googling session that it was a david bowie homage, which will lessen your shame a little bit, but only a little bit. for now you’re sitting there utterly and completely confused because why is this happening, this sparkling crab motherfucker has no business sounding so… so… your brain refuses to choke out the word as the song continues in its glorious splendor, then comes to a halt as maui grabs his hook off the crab’s back. no, no, no! that was too short, even just for a quick musical number! that can’t be the full song, can it…? but maui’s struggling to revert back to his bird form, moana’s in trouble, tamatoa’s looming over maui with a grin on his face–

then,

“well, well, well;

little maui’s having trouble with his look,

you little semi-demi-minigod…

your heart gives a leap into your throat. was that a growl you detected in his voice? why are you reacting to this????? you’re just happy that there’s more song, right??? oh my god, is the crab actually throwing maui around??? look at maui, he’s being demolished, someone please help him, oh holy god, this is so dark, why am i enjoying this, now the crab is a neon disco ball and his face is a glowing pattern like dr facilier, he’s going to eat maui and moana, why is his voice so low and- and- wh-

by now your heart is hammering out a steady 120 bpm and even when the song is over, none of it fades from your mind. for the rest of the film an image is imprinted in the back of your head, and it’s one of the crab dragging maui across the floor in time with the music. you know you’re going to look up clips of this song for hours afterward. you don’t know who the voice actor is yet, but you sure as shit are going to find out. and even as you exit the theatre there’s a heavy heat in your face emanating from the shame you’re feeling that you can’t bring yourself to explain. that was weird. really, really weird. you haven’t felt this excited and shaken since you were a kid and just had your first rollercoaster ride. except that rollercoaster didn’t make you feel like a goddamn filthy sinner afterward.

at some point in the future, like now, when you’re on tumblr after your first class and figure there’s nothing left to lose anymore, you will admit not just to yourself but to your 1700-odd followers that maybe, just maybe, you were attracted to tamatoa the crab (thanks to the splendid work of jemaine clement, who you now follow on twitter because reasons). there’s no real point in denying it anyway. besides, this is the internet. you know you’re not alone in this at all.

You Scared, Doll?

Prompt request: Hiiii can u please do a Bucky x reader were they watch a very scary movie, but Bucky was forced to watch it, later on that night the reader can’t sleep, the horrors came in her whenever she was closing her eyes, so Bucky hard a wicked idea in his mind were he thought he would scare her more, he then scares the reader, he chases her thru the whole house running behind her like a creepy zombie but he can’t hold back his laughter, but when he captures her…you can end up that up with smutt😈

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader

Warnings: some language, lil’ bit of smut, implied smut

Word count: 1200

A/N: So, I’m not comfortable writing full out smut, but this is what I came up with! Hope you enjoy, and please feel free to send me more requests! This one was quite fun

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“How are you scared right now?” Bucky asked exasperatedly. “This is totally fake! And you see worse things in real life!”

“Shut up!” you whispered, harshly.

You poked your boyfriend in the side and stared at the screen intently as the zombie movie continued to play out on the TV. You and Bucky had a rare night alone at the Avengers Tower, and it was your turn to pick the movie for your weekly date night. Unfortunately for Bucky, you had chosen one of the new horror flicks that had come out this year.

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May I? - Bodhi Rook

I had to write this The moment I saw Bodhi’s hair I knew this had to be done.


It was a sunny day on Yavin 4, the sunlight shone through the tall canopy to the dry ground. There was even a slight breeze that matched the lightness of the bright blue sky and fluffy clouds. The small, fern-like plants at your feet were such a vibrant green against the tan pathway.

Rarely did you get the chance to go on walks like this. You were always busy with patients, so busy all you did was work and sleep. This left seldom opportunity for your own free time. Let alone time to spend with your pilot boyfriend, Bodhi Rook. Who was suppose to be meeting you, but as you looked around the empty clearing, he was nowhere to be found. You sighed and found a spot to wait on a fallen tree. The bark was rough under your fingers, and you suddenly thankful for the tough fabric of your pants. You saw a small white flower growing out from under the fallen tree. You leaned over a plucked it from the ground, bringing it closer to your face to study the shape of the petals.

While you were admiring the small bud, a hand on your shoulder made you jump.

“Easy Y/n! It’s just me!” Bodhi said, trying to rein in your shock. You placed your hand on your chest, feeling your rapid heart beat. You must’ve had a goofy look on your face because a boyish grin crept onto his features. You both started to laugh, and Bodhi found a spot on the ground, his back leaning against the log you were sitting on. His eyes landed the little daisy in your hand.

“Pretty flower, reminds me of y-you.” Bodhi said, he was still a little shy when to came to flirting, but it was one of those things that made you love him even more. It wasn’t so much he was shy in general, you just made him a bit nervous and that fact always made you smile.

“Thanks B,” you said, “anything happen at work?”

Bodhi went into a story about how K2SO had nearly fried an entire ship motherboard. His voice was so enthralling, you found yourself captured by each word. As you listened, you removed his dirty goggles and cleared them of grime. You handed them back to him, in which he interrupted his story to say thank you. He continued, but didn’t put his goggles back on as you expected.

“And that’s why K2 is no longer allowed to touch anything in the ship, ever again.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat at his words. He leaned to the side and pressed his face into the side of your thigh. You could tell he was strung up with stress and that it was exhausting him. You undid the bun in his hair running your fingers through the dark and tangled locks. Bodhi let out a sigh of contentment at the feeling of your soft fingers on his scalp. You found yourself braiding small section of his long hair, adding the small flower at the end of it. You put that braid on his shoulder, where he could see it. When he saw it, he let out a true laugh.

“There, now you’re pretty too.” You said with a smile.

   “Never felt more beautiful in my life.” Bodhi said with a grin. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, just happy to be relaxing him. You both continued sharing stories about the your day, savouring this time to had together. It soon became evening, the sky changed from blue to soft pinks to purples and oranges. Upon seeing the sky, Bodhi got up, brushing the dirt off his suit. You stayed seated, watching your boyfriend and wishing you both could spend more time together.

“You alright?” He asked, leaning down a bit to look at your face.

“I’m fine I just,” you raised your hands, “I just wish we had more time to spend with each other, but we’re both always so busy….” You felt the weight on your shoulders lift slightly when Bodhi grabbed your hands and pulled you up to him. He hugged you like you were the only thing he would ever need. He pulled away a bit, his brown eyes meeting your gaze, then traveling down to your lips and back again.

     “May I?” he asked, and you nodded, brushing the braided hair out of his face. You both closed your eyes, and your lips met. His slender hands cupped your cheeks as the kiss deepened. You both pulled back breathless, pressing his forehead to yours.

     “There will be time, my love.” He said with confidence, his eyes focused on you, his thoughts only of you. You bit your lip and nodded, resting your head in between his neck and shoulder. His cheek pressed against your head, and he pressed a kiss there. Your arms were wrapped around his middle, holding him tightly to you. After a while, Bodhi broke the hug.

   “It’s getting dark, we should get going.” You nodded at his words, tangling your fingers together as you walked back to the base. The lights of the base were your only guide to was where to walk. The darker skies hid the pathway back, so both you and Bodhi had to watch your steps. The journey back felt shorter, as did any time you spent with Bodhi. Time flies when you’re having fun also applies to when you’re in love. Bodhi walked you to your quarters, merely a few rooms away from his own. Before you opened the door, Bodhi pressed a another kiss to your head.

  “I love you.” His voice was barely above a whisper. You smiled at him, pressing your lips to his quickly. “I love you, too. See you soon.” He nodded, the corners of his lips quirking up a little before he turned and walked away. As you watched him leave, you know that he was right. There would be time, and if not, you would make it.

That’s Preposterous (Derek)

I am so sorry this took so long, and although i have plenty of excuses, i shouldn’t have to use them cause guess what it’s here and it’s turned into 4 things cause I didn’t think you’d appreciate a super long fic

That’s Crazy //  That’s Absur


It’d been six months since Derek put two and two together and made a baby, or well, recognised your baby as his.

It had also been six months since Derek had screamed, roared, hissed, snarled, raged, stormed and shouted at you- which had been quite the experience since he’d done it all from 3 feet away, which likely had to do with the fact that he thought you were disgusting, something he’d mentioned several times in the rant.

It had been six months since Derek had spoken a word to you beyond “Can I have my daughter” and “I’m here to drop off my girl”, as well. You hadn’t missed the way he only referred to her as his, as if she’d magically appeared and hadn’t been shoved out of your body in a seven-hour labour.

“How’s my little girl?” Lydia coos, rubbing the chubby cheek of the raven haired cherub and you swallow hard as she wails furiously. Lydia isn’t perturbed anymore, and continues to coo at her until the little angel gives in and stops crying. “I love her. She’s just like you.”

“Like Derek.” You counter, as you always do when someone compares the two of you. The guilt, which had been eating you alive for the first three months since the revelation, had dulled into a sullen comment every time someone compared you and your perfect baby.

“No, like you.” Lydia coos, letting the infant squeeze her finger. “She’s so picky, she’s obsessed with family and that’s like you.”

“You suck.” You chuckle wetly, sniffling and internally cursing yourself.

“What did you say?” Derek snaps, his voice suddenly behind you and you sniffle once more, quickly wipe away the stray tears and rise to face him.

“Hi Derek, the little munchkins all packed up.”

“What did you say to her?” Derek snaps, ignoring you entirely to keep his gaze and fury on Lydia who scowls at him.

“The first kind word she’s heard in ages, no thanks to you.” Lydia snaps back, white hot fury in her eyes and Derek scowls, but goes silent.

“I- Is everything gonna be okay on your end? I can keep her for another few hours.” You stutter uselessly, having knelt beside the stroller the moment Lydia had turned on him. No point in letting the sweetest little girl in the world notice the tiffle. And you’re not interested in handing your girl over when he’s angry.

“I’m fine.” Derek growls, crossing round the bench and dropping to a crouch on the other side of the stroller. “Hello, my little princess.”

You have to look away, and perhaps block your ears. His face is too soft, his voice too soft, it’s all too much- you’d run for a reason and every time he got near that little girl, the reasons seemed to blow away like leaves, only to stack back up once he had her and you were left alone again.

“I’ll see her tomorrow night at the pack dinner, right?” You ask, sounding like a desperate addict- which is what you are, and he nods curtly. Without another word, he rises and rounds the stroller. As he takes the bag from Lydia, you press kisses everywhere you can reach on the baby, revelling in the laugh it draws from her lips.

“Bye bye.” You coo gently, stepping back and letting Derek wheel her away.


Scott stares at your slumped form on the couch and sighs, before plopping down beside you and offering you some popcorn.

“I was gonna watch a movie, you interested?”

“Okay.” You answer softly, if only so you don’t have to go up to your room with the crib and the baby toys in it. It’s just a few nights, and you’ll see her tomorrow night. It’s nothing.

“She’s with Derek, huh?” Scott says after a few moments and you shrug, staying quiet. You’re not hiding her under the couch. “That sucks.”

“Yeah.” You agree and you glance at him, frowning as you note the real disappointment in his face. He likes her, he likes the baby that cries and screams every time he holds her and wakes him up in the middle of the night. Nature is amazing. “I love you, Scotty.”

“Love you too.”


Bouncing from foot to foot, you stand by the doorway like an excited pup as Scott clatters through the house.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says, grinning and you fling the door open, bounding down the stairs with Scott hot on your heels.

Your excitement is unstoppable, in just a few short minutes you’ll see your little tiny baby and you can hold her and hear her wail when Scott kisses her soft head.

As Scott pulls out of the driveway, Stiles’ blue jeep comes flying up the road, jerking roughly to miss hitting your car.

“Dammit, Stiles!” You shout, clutching your heart and glowering. In moments, the lanky idiot has transferred himself from the jeep to your car and you wiggle unhappily at the delay.

“Relax.”

“Shut up.”


“We’re here!” Stiles announces from the doorway, an angry baby shout eclipsing the greeting and Derek scowls at Stiles from the kitchen.

“She’d just gone quiet, dick.” He snaps, setting a pot on the center of the table and you can see he’s about to move to quiet her but you wave him off. Nearly skipping, you scoop the tiny bundle from the crib and hold her close for a moment, just inhaling and feeling the weight of her.

“Hello.” You coo softly to the quiet baby, “Hello, hello, hello.”

At her gurgle, you hold back a laugh of delight.

“She’s never going to like other people if you coddle her.” Derek mutters sourly and you go rigid. Is- That’s not fair.

“She’s barely a toddler, man.” Scott says quietly, not wanting to interject but he knows you won’t stick up for yourself. All of them know it because all of them know how guilty you are, or at least, all of them excluding Derek.

“And she doesn’t need to like us.” Stiles pipes up like an idiot. His grin is goofy as he comes up beside you and tickles her soft cheek. At her silence, you hide your triumphant smile behind her little body. “And look at that, it’s just you who can’t keep her quiet.”

Derek goes still and you groan softly.

“He didn’t mean it like that.” You put in, but he clearly doesn’t hear you by his lack of reaction.

“She’s my daughter.” He hisses and Stiles shrugs, utterly oblivious with his back to Derek as he continues to tickle to gurgling baby.

“I’m just saying, she has a favourite.” Stiles continues and you smack him hard. “What?”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t act like you don’t agree.” Derek snaps, turning his anger on you and you steel yourself to weather another storm of rage.

“Can I hold her?” Scott asks quietly, giving you a pointed look and you pause a moment before handing her over to him. At her soft complaint, you smile, but not before Scott shoots you another pointed look and your shoulders sag. Apparently, weathering isn’t allowed anymore.

“Alright, Derek.” You say, turning on him as Scott and Stiles scuttle into the other room. “What’d ya say we have a right throwdown.”

“I’m not picking a fight.” He huffs, picking a fight.

“That’s an outright lie and even if it were true, I’m gonna pick a fight.” You shrug, sniffing the pot he’d put on the table and instantly regretting what you’re about to do. So good. “I do agree with Stiles, you’re being a f*cking jerk to me and it’s obvious. She’s a baby, sure, but you didn’t miss anything! She wasn’t quite two months old and you’re acting like I kept her from you for five years.”

“I am not.”

“Shut up!” You shout, turning the heat up. “It’s not your turn to shout at me, you had your chance and you made it all abundantly clear. I’m sick to death of you ignoring me, pretending like there is no history between us, acting like that isn’t my daughter in the other room.”

“I never said she wasn’t yours, you maniac-”

“You implied it ever damn time you saw her.” You scoff, meeting his eyes and trying to ignore the way your heart clenches. “I left because I didn’t think you’d want this, that I didn’t think you’d want me or her or any of it and if you didn’t want us then we’d have a target on our back and no one to protect us. I don’t mean you, Scott.”

You don’t doubt he’s listening and relaying everything to Stiles. Or that Stiles can hear you on his own, even.

“I loved you!” Derek shouts and you laugh, waving off the sentiment.

“You’d never commit, I needed commitment and that’s not you! Being in love with someone doesn’t mean everything goes away, if anything, loving you made it clearer that I needed to get out of dodge. She’s my baby and I had to take every precaution, and that included giving her a life where she never had to know her dad didn’t want her.”

“I do want her! I wanted her even when I didn’t know she existed! I’ve wanted you for years, I even suggested rebuilding the old house to show you I wanted you!” He shouts and you can’t resist rolling your eyes.

“You implied it ever damn time you saw her.” You scoff, meeting his eyes and trying to ignore the way your heart clenches. “I left because I didn’t think you’d want this, that I didn’t think you’d want me or her or any of it and if you didn’t want us then we’d have a target on our back and no one to protect us. I don’t mean you, Scott.”

You don’t doubt he’s listening and relaying everything to Stiles. Or that Stiles can hear you on his own, even.

“I loved you!” Derek shouts and you laugh, waving off the sentiment.

“You’d never commit, I needed commitment and that’s not you! Being in love with someone doesn’t mean everything goes away, if anything, loving you made it clearer that I needed to get out of dodge. She’s my baby and I had to take every precaution, and that included giving her a life where she never had to know her dad didn’t want her.”

“I do want her! I wanted her even when I didn’t know she existed! I’ve wanted you for years, I even suggested rebuilding the old house to show you I wanted you!” He shouts and you can’t resist rolling your eyes.

“You can’t say you want to build a family home and expect me to try and put a ring on it! We were f*cking, not dating, idiot. Not to mention the fact that you told me nearly every day that you never wanted “creep girls leaving stuff at your place” and that you’re sick of people expecting more. What kind of logic is that?”

“I was obvious-”

“In the fact that I wasn’t special because you were still sleeping with other girls all the time? That we used to go to clubs and find people for each other to hook up with?” You snap, cutting him off and he swallows hard.

“Get out.”

“Not without my daughter.”

“No.”

“We have no custody rules, by all rights, she’s mine. It’s only by my guilt and past affection for you that I even let you have her at all. But I’m done.”

“I’ll fight this-”

“Do it. Try it.” You growl, meeting him glare for glare until you whip around and snatch the baby bag from beside the portable crib. “Scott!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not doing this right now.” You answer, your voice starting to wobble and he nods, setting her in your arms and taking the bag from your shoulder.

“Scott.” Derek says nervously but the dark-haired boy doesn’t look up from you. Behind him, Stiles picks up the car seat.

“I’ll return this.” Stiles says sheepishly and you don’t listen for Dereks reply, instead slipping out the doors and trying not to cry on your innocent infants’ onesie.


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