he touches her so he know it real

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.

“Stiles?”

He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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What if Elain and Azriel are mates?

I know it sounds crazy, but bare with me.

In the Throne of Glass series, Rowan was convinced from the moment he first laid eyes on Lyria that she was his mate. He believed that for centuries and every day since, even after falling in love with Aelin.

However, in the end, it was all a trick orchestrated by Maeve to turn him into her servant. What if that’s what went on with Lucien, Elain and The King of Hybern.

What if the King of Hybern (who we all know is NOT an idiot) saw how faltering Lucien’s loyalty to Tamlin was becoming and how dangerous that could be to him during the war, but couldn’t risk killing Lucien and ruining the alliance with Tamlin and The Spring Court. So, as a way to ensure Lucien’s loyalty, he tricked him into believing that Elain was his mate, because he never expected her to get away with the rest of The Court of Dreams at the end of ACOMAF. He expected to have Elain locked away at his side (as she temporarily is in ACOWAR) with Lucien right there, ready to do anything for The King as long as he didn’t harm her.

The King of Hybern had The Cauldron. He broke an unbreakable bond, turned humans into high fae, destroyed the entire wall in the blink of an eye and he almost cleaved the world apart with it. Creating an elaborate illusion is certainly not beyond him.

It would also explain why Lucien, despite always being concerned with Elian’s safety, wasn’t hesitant about leaving her at The Night Court when he left for The Continent. In fact, when he returned, he didn’t even ask about her or try and find her in the middle of a deadly battle where she could be in serious harm. In fact, Elain shows little to no interest in him at all. She is simply indifferent to him.

If Lucien was not Elain’s mate but Azriel was, it would also explain why Azriel was so quick to take a liking to her. He was supposedly in love with Mor for five hundred years, but if both Elain and Mor were in the same room, his attention would always be directed towards Elain. Even Mor noticed it and pointed it out herself.

Elain trusted Azriel enough to not fear him, even though she knew exactly what and who he was, and exactly how dangerous he could be. She was never scared of him. Oh, and here’s the real kicker, Azriel gave her Turthteller. Remember, that weapon that he has never so much as let anyone touch, not even his high lord, not even his brothers or the woman he supposedly loves? He handed it over to her despite barely knowing her.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I find Azriel and Elain as a couple makes more sense to me then Elain and Lucien together, and perhaps I think Azriel and Elain have much better chemistry. However, there were way too many hints and clues pointing towards Elriel, and we all know SJMaas does not just do that for no reason. They could be each other’s temporary romantic interest, but they’ve both had they’re hearts broken by the person they believed they were meant to be with.

So maybe this isn’t a crazy theory, and maybe they are mates. We’ll just have to wait and see.

xaldinlance  asked:

Are you fucking insane?! Ladynoir

This one gets a LITTLE sinn-ish… nothing serious or explicit but I figure I will still put some of it under a cut ^_~


“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t,” Chat said crossing his arms and leveling her with his most determined stare.

“Oh, I don’t know, how about because I don’t even know your actual name?”

“So we tell each other, it’s been long enough.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Ladybug hissed. “We can’t just-”

“Can’t just what?” Chat interrupted, “can’t just be honest with each other? It’s been three years Ladybug, and I for one am tired of putting my life on hold for some maniac and his color changing butterflies.”

“But the risks,” she tried weakly, even as her blood began to race when her partner stalked towards her.

“The risks will always be there. Why can’t we face them together?” he said softly, his hands reaching out to gently stroke up and down her arms.

“We already do,” Ladybug said stubbornly, “we have a great partnership just the way we are, why should be change that now?”

She knew why, of course she knew. It was her own fault after all. She had been the one to start this whole mess in the first place.

He leaned forward, ducking his head so that their eyes were level. She could see the conflicted feelings dancing in his eyes- frustration, hope, amusement, and pure unadulterated want.

She swallowed heavily.

“I am a pretty patient cat,” he said with a slight smirk, “but there are only so many times we can make out in back alleys and on darkened rooftops before we have to admit that this isn’t some mistake.”

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anonymous asked:

So uhhh how about Stan with a flower crown (THE LOSERS ARE SHOOK, PICTURES TAKEN LEFT AND RIGHT, GEORGIE IS ALIVE AND WELL AND IS CONVINCED THAT STAN IS THE PRETTIEST ANGEL EVER)

bill’s mom wasn’t too keen on the idea for bill borrowing the car to take stan out on a date, but he assured that they were taking georgie to the park, and stan was just gonna help look after him! so she finally gave in and handed him the keys

stan and bill were suppose to go bird watching, but stan didn’t mind georgie coming along! they went out a lot so he was glad to spend time w his favorite sailor

when they arrive, stan tries to bond with georgie and show him all his favorite birds and the ones he’s gonna try to spot today in his field guide, but georgie is excited about all the different flowers! there’s so many shades of pinks and purples and even blues, and blue was his favorite

✿ georgie begged begged begged, almost on his knees for stan, to let him put flowers in his hair. he said they don’t stay in his and bill’s hair correctly, and he saw a curly haired girl at school do it and she looked “really pretty, i promise”. bill helped his brother beg too, and stan couldn’t say no to the denbrough boys

georgie picked the flowers and bill put them in stan’s hair, arranging them in a halo above his ears. the flowers alternated from pretty pink sweet peas to white lilys. bill vouched for georgie, and agreed that stan looked very pretty. georgie said, voice in awe, “pretty? no, bill, he’s perfect”

stan was flattered of course but he forgot all about the flowers in his hair when he branched off from the boys to continue bird watching from a greater height. when he went up hill, he bumped into his group of friends, having a make-sift lunch picnic with all the boxes of pizza they chipped in to buy together. he thought “wow, what a surprise, let me get bill and georgie real quick,” but his friends wanted him to hang around just a little longer

beverly muttered curses under her breath every time stan moved, ruining on off her sneaky off guard pictures of him with the flowers in his hair

ben was convinced that the sight of stan with flowers in his hair is what people wrote poetry about

eddie and richie had to restrain from reaching out and touching it because, “wow, when did stan’s hair look so soft?”

mike was going to speak up, let him know he had something in his hair, but beverly sent him one of the deadliest stares he’s ever received in his life, so he decided to stay quiet

the losers had stan stare off in some direction away from them in the promise that there’s definitely a blue jay over there as they all snapped pictures of him

normally they would’ve been excited to see bill and georgie, but they were sure he would ruin their fun when they saw the two walk hand in hand up the hill

bill said simply, “babe, there’s no blue jay over there,”

and stan turned to him with the cutest confused, annoyed expression, head of curls full of beautiful flowers and the sun light hit him just perfect

bill just had to grab his phone from his back pocket and join in, “it’s not a b-buh-blue jay, babe. it’s a steller’s jay. you know, that one from your book? yeah, you gotta squint though it’s real far, just keep looking,”

Cross My Heart

Title: Cross My Heart (Soldier!Dean AU)

Summary: Dean Winchester is a man who’s been to war and back, a man that’s lost loved ones and has seen too much to believe in love or fate or destiny. But when he meets a girl that radiates kindness and warmth, one that’s ready to love his shadowy corners and accept him for the man he really is, he begins to change his mind. And, when she shows him the darkness in her light, he promises himself that, no matter how hard things get, he’ll never let go of her. Because, he realizes, he loves her. And that is the beginning and end of everything

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Mary and John Winchester (both mentioned), Benny Laffite, Sam Winchester

Word count: 7026 (I know, I know it’s a monster fic, but I promise, it’s worth it)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a parent. Loss. Mentions of blood and of the warzone (nothing too graphic). Bad marital relationship (not Dean associated). Domestic Dean Bean (yup, this should be a warning)  

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @jpadjackles Double Birthday Challenge. My sweet B, thank you for letting me participate. I had the time of my life writing this and I can promise you, it ended up being a fic very close to my heart.

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 for answering my stupid questions about the US Army, and being such an amazing best friend and beta. Without her, this story would have never been posted.

My prompt for this was Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg.(I am not American so every detail about the US Army in this fic is the result of research. If there’s a mistake in it, I apologize in advance.)

And, without further ado. Enjoy <3


The first time Dean sees her it’s on his mother’s birthday.

It’s a sunny day, sky a soft shade of blue, summer slowly creeping its way into his life and, even though he’s not sure of a lot of things, he somehow knows she would have loved this day.

He can almost see her, standing in the middle of their garden, sundress blowing with the wind, a smile gracing her lips while he’s whining because there’s no pie, and it’s all so tangible, so real, that he thinks he can reach out and touch her.

Her image disappears as soon as it’d appeared though, and he’s back in the middle of a crowded street, on his way home from training, all alone, with no plans for the day and no mum to celebrate with because his mother’s gone and nothing can bring her back.

The thought pulls at his heartstrings and he can feel it again, that sickening sensation of missing someone so much that all of his body cells are aching for her and he curses under his breath, already loathing the day.

And then she catches his eye.

She’s just sitting there, at the bay window of the old coffee shop that always seems to have some jazz melody pouring out of it, nose buried in a book.

She’s beautiful, he can tell that much, but what really stuns him is the way she’s holding the dog-eared book, fingers grazing the paper gently like it’s soft skin, eyes skimming the pages as she bits her bottom lip, a wrinkle in her brow. It’s been a while since Dean has seen someone so engrossed into something and he loses track of time, forgets that he’s burning holes on her until she looks up and her eyes meet his through the window.

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anonymous asked:

What are we supposed to make of Dany's reaction when Jon calls her his queen? Is it like shock that he'd bend the knee or confirmation he loves her or what? Really having trouble deciphering that moment.

I think it’s a little of both. I don’t think she wants him to bend the knee anymore. She already promised her help without that declaration. Losing Viserion and actually feeling what it would mean to lose Jon has rocked her to her foundations. People are saying she didn’t react but I think it was shock, which is fitting for the scenario. We are probably going to see a Dany with different goals and intentions from here on.

Also, I think in this moment she has new respect for Jon. She saw him fighting, protecting his men, his bravery in volunteering for the mission even if she thought it was foolish. She’s seen his scars and realizes that Davos was telling the truth about him. So I feel pretty sure that even though she isn’t ready to say it yet, she loves him. We’ve already seen her admiring him in past episodes. Touching Drogon was huge. And now she also knows he was right all along about the WW. There have definitely been time skips so she’s known Jon for months and that means simply that she knows Jon. And let’s be real. To know Jon Snow is to love Jon Snow. 

In light of all this Dany is probably ashamed for having doubted him and so when he called her his queen I think she’s so moved because even though she is in a really vulnerable place where she might not even have faith in herself (she was wrong to doubt Jon, probably feels partially responsible for Viserion’s death, has been reminded twice that she can never have a child), Jon just declared his faith in her

That’s why her sort of sobbing and saying, “I hope I deserve it,” was so powerful to me. People call Dany arrogant and entitled. I saw none of that in this scene. She is shaken and unsure of everything and instead of criticizing her Jon has seen her courage and her compassion. It means the world to her that he believes in her.

And I do think his feelings were obvious in addition to the political or symbolic significance of him swearing fealty. I mean he was looking at her so tenderly god it just killed me. And he didn’t want to let her go when she tried to pull away. So I also believe that in light of Tyrion’s words to her that Jon is in love with her, she’s starting to realize that might be true. 

But we’ve been given every reason to believe that she feels a little unworthy of that love right now. So I think the emotional weight of it along with her grief and guilt was too much and that’s why she left when she did :(

Bittersweet. 

Let Me Show You How It’s Done

Request: Could you do a fic where buck catches the reader masturbating and it makes him really jealous, so he shows her what real pleasure feels like??

Summary: Bucky catches you while you’re touching yourself, when he hears you moan his name he loses it. 

Warnings: smutty smutt + more smut

A/N: Don’t hesitate to message or send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

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Honestly, it really shows how far their relationship has come that Franziska is willing to give Miles a chance here.

I mean, when you take a second to think about everything with Miles for the last few years from Fran’s perspective- REALLY think of it- it’s just heartbreaking and it shows a strong bond between them that she’s trusting him enough to even hear him out after all of it.

She’s already stated that it hurt her and she felt abandoned when Miles just sort of left to be prosecutor at his home country and presumably didn’t even keep in touch with her. She was in another country and after not hearing from him or her dad for what was probably quite a while. Then out of the blue she gets a call that like. “So yeah, your dad’s been found guilty of murder. Turns out he killed your adoptive brother’s dad. He actually only adopted your brother in the first place so he could frame him for murder, apparently. And he nearly succeeded, your brother went on trial and everything and nearly got the death penalty, but then your brother’s defense attorney friend exposed your dad as the real killer”. 

And you KNOW Miles did not contact her about any of this. This is Miles. He would have been afraid of what her reaction would be to break the news to her. Heck, part of him was probably scared she’d take von Karma’s side and blame him for getting her father arrested. If she tried to call him after hearing this, he would have ignored her calls, being too afraid and overwhelmed to deal with it. So she gets this huge bombshell unloaded on her and isn’t even able to talk to her brother like that. (And in a reflection of Miles’ fears, I can totally see Fran wondering if HE blamed HER and felt she was somehow complicit in her father’s actions)

 Then would have also gotten a call that was like” Um, yeah, your brother is he’s missing right now. He left what appears to be a suicide note and we can’t find him.The note says “Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death” so I guess he feels like a failure as a prosecutor after everything? He lost quite a few trials to his defense attorney friend. Yeah, the same one that got your dad convicted.”

So here it is. Not only has she lost her dad, her brother has apparently completely fallen apart in response to everything, given up on his career he worked so hard to and vanished without bothering to talk to her. He didn’t talk to her about anything that happened, he didn’t tell her he was going to do this, even after all they’ve been through and how they studied together to become prosecutors, he didn’t feel she was important enough to talk to about any of this.

So she directs all her anger at the defense attorney who beat him, blaming him for driving Miles to do this, vowing her “revenge”. She refuses to accept he’s dead, he clearly just ran away (I wonder if Miles ever ran away and left weird notes behind when they were kids? I could see that.) Once she beats him, Miles will have to come back and acknowledge her.

When Miles DOES come back, she is angry at him for leaving without saying anything the same way Phoenix is and even expresses it the same way, telling him she never wants to see him again even though that’s specifically what she came here for. She couches it in him being a “disgrace” but the later admits she feels abandoned. And she finds once again Miles has moved on and decided something without her- he doesn’t care about winning anymore, he’s given up on being a “prosecutor” the way they’re supposed to be, once again, leaving her behind. So she gives up. She feels like a failure for not winning, for losing her father and its clear to her she’s lost Miles too, that he doesn’t care about her or how hard she’s trying to prove herself, that he’s left everything that tied them together behind. 

But then he comes after her for once.He tells her that he’s not actually giving up on being a prosecutor, that he’s just doing it his way, that he’s continuing down this path he has chosen and he’ll never give up on it again. So if she wants to continue being a prosecutor too, he’ll be there, walking the same path. That’s still something that still binds them. He’s not giving up on all they’ve worked for and he’s not running away again. 

And that’s enough reassurance to Franziska for her to keep going. He isn’t abandoning their childhood goal, their dream. And he knows she’s following that path too. She still has that piece of her childhood, that reassurance. She can compete against him and work with him and know she still has a family, that there’s someone else carrying the burden her father had left. As long as he doesn’t give up, she can’t let herself give up either- partly out of spite, partly out of that childhood competitiveness and partly of that desire to keep having a connection to her family as she pursues her goal.

They start to rebuild their relationship after this. They solve cases together, he even backs her up when she’s accused of murder and she starts to trust him again. That he really won’t leave her this time, that they’re actually starting to communicate. 

Then Miles just quits being a prosecutor, like it’s nothing, directly going against what he’s promised her. That must feel like such a huge betrayal. She even says it feels like he’s abandoning her again.

But this time, her reaction is different.  Franziska decides just because he gives up doesn’t mean she’s going to.She’s accomplished a lot on her own while working for Interpol, without him or her dad. She doesn’t need him to continue forward on her path, she’s going to continue to be a prosecutor for herself.

And then Miles reassures that he actually HASN’T given up, that he is going to keep doing what he did as a prosecutor even without the badge. He’s not running away and he’s still pursuing the truth. They’ve still got that same goal. 

it says a LOT that Franziska trusts him enough now to accept this explanation and gives him the chance to prove it to her, even after all that. It says a lot about the bond between them and how much they’ve both grown. She takes him at his word that he’s not going back on the convictions that bind them together and thinks highly enough of him to accept the possibility he can accomplish things even without his badge. And she’s secure enough in their relationship and in herself now to accept this decision if that’s the case, even if she can’t help but feel angry or hurt.

I just…love Franziska. She’s come so far and it makes me proud. And even though it can be hard to tell, she and Miles really have come a long way and trust and believe in each other a lot at this point, in their own way. so I’m also just proud of these loser siblings and love that their relationship has been able to survive all this despite what huge disasters they both are and all the shit that’s happened to them.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V & Saeran head-canons with a super ticklish MC? Have a good night!

lololol yas!! love me some tickles ^-^


Yoosung:

  • rule number 1: never tickle Yoosung
  • rule number 2: never let Yoosung tickle you back
  • because
  • hE’S A BEAST WHEN IT COMES TO IT 
  • he knows all the good spots that just make ticklish people go c r a z y
  • how does he know?
  • well, he’s a ticklish baby himself so obviously he’d know his stuff
  • sometimes he’d be the little demon he was and while MC and him were gaming or whatever and he wanted her to lose, he’d do that knee tickle thing 
    • u know that really light tickle that happens when someone drags their fingers across your knee DO YOU UNDERSTAND WAHT I’M SAYING
  • MC literally loses the game immediately after that because it’s too hard to bare!!!!!!!!
  • “YOOSUNG STOP DOING THAT!”

Zen:

  • ho boy
  • he wasn’t the “average tickler” because heheehheehehhehehe
  • dirty Zenny likes to tickle under the shirt 
  • woeowwowoeowoow
  • “MC, come here!”
  • a seemingly un-harmful, happy invite for her to sit on his lap am i right?
  • WRONG
  • the fuckin moment she sits down he shoves his hands up her shirt not that high okay only on her tummy pls get. it. together. 
  • and just TICKLES HER MERCILESSLY 
  • THERE’S NO END TO IT BECAUSE HE LOVES HER GIGGLES AND HER TEARS OF JOY
  • it’s just so adorable and the way MC becomes flushed and red afterwards makes just makes him bsrgneozrusbvnw;orudbjvne;udifbkjl 
  • ya feel?

Jaehee:

  • Baehee has never tickled anyone else other than her neice ok
  • so she was real shook when she found out that MC was ticklish like
  • “I thought those feelings left as you got older? I’m not ticklish myself so..”
  • MC’s left eye starts twitching because she just had the most devious idea
  • *cue tickle attack*
  • too bad because it’s true lmao
  • Jaehee just stood there expressionless like “mc wat r u doin pls staph touching me”
  • but.. but..
  • NO “BUTS” MC BECAUSE NOW JAEHEE IS COMING TO GET U DO U HEAR ME AND DID U KNOW THAT SHE HAS THE BEST TICKLING SKILLZ EVER (she’s one hell of an aunt that’s for sure)
  • “MUHAAHAHAHAAHA MC YOU WON’T BE GETTING OFF THE HOOK UNTIL I TICKLE YOU FOR 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT”
  • omg jaehee so scary what happened to you

Jumin:

  • he found out by accident because
  • they were getting ready for a ~fancy~ night out right
  • and MC was having trouble with those tiny ass buckles on her heels
    • gurls u know whatt i’m talkin about
  • k so Mr. Han being the gentlemanly man he was went about to help her and the moment he touched her ankle
  • LIKE THE LITERALLY 1 SECOND AFTER HIS FINGER BRUSHED THE SIDE OF HER FOOT SHE LET OUT THIS BLOOD CURDLING- 
  • um i mean she chuckled real softly and like super feminine and shit
  • and Jumin just raises his eyebrows and gives her The Look™ of confusion
  • and she’s like “hehe I’m quite ticklish”
  • i’m sorry, what?
  • he’s never heard of that word before so he asks MC to demonstrate (lol) so she tries to tickle him and u would not believe this but
  • he’s SUCH A BIG BABY THIS MAN CAN’T HOLD BACK HIS LAUGHTER YAS

707:

  • bro lbr you SAW IT COMING OK
  • like ph-lease
  • it’s 707, memelord, literal god of the internet and pranks so he obviously thought to tickle MC the very moment he met her
  • and once he found out that she was the most precious and ticklish her person on the planet… he had no mercy 
  • tickles left and right, in the morning, right before bed, even during her beauty sleep??? most definitely. you don’t want tickles while you’re reading? well too bad you’re getting them. tickles in the car are dangerous but does that stop him? no it doesn’t because he lives on edge do u hear me he’s a hacker, a secret agent-
  • right so back on topic:
  •  because he was such a bully and would not let MC go a day without tickles he woke up one day with his hands tied together
  • “Seven, you’re gonna get a taste of your own medicine today.”
  • uh-oh

Saeran:

  • oh mY GOD THIS CHILD
  • he was so lost when MC started laughing because he was poking her sides
  • he thought he was hurting her??? or something because well 
  • i mean she had tears forming in the corner of her eyes
  • and he already stopped poking but she wouldn’t stop laughing just what kind of sorcery
  • “MC, are you okay?”
  • after she finally calmed the f down she let this little puppy know that she was alright aand asked him if he wanted to try being tickled
  • cinnamon bun has never been tickled before (maybe by Saeyoung back in the bad good ol’ days but it’s been too long)
  • OMG u wish u were there because he was bursting out with laughter belly filled to the brim with joy 
  • his eyes were squeezed shut because it tickled so much it hurt he couldn’t even breathe lmao
  • it was just great

V:

  • guyssssssssss
  • IT’S V IT’S LITERALLY JIHYUN FRICKIN KIM.
  • WHAT DO U TIHNK HE WOULD DO
  • the minute MC starts laughing because he was being devious and tickled her for ~experimental purposes~ he ripped out his camera
  • it literally came with the speed of light and out of some magic portal found around his neck
  • it’s just camera snaps all around and he isn’t just taking pictures
  • nononono that isn’t how famous photographer v does his job
  • he’s literally those people who take pictures of models like
  • “Work it, MC, work the camera, that’s right, perfect, more, give me more smile. Keep those giggles going, yes! exactement!”
  • oh my god hoW EMBARRASSING
  • he also never lets MC live it down
  • and he shows the entire RFA the laughing mess MC becomes whenever he tickles her even the tiniest bit
  • new secret weapon? totally.

i used to be SO TICKLISH it wasn’t even funny 

~Cherry L.


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The song of the ocean breeze fills the air around you and Shawn as you lazily swing back and forth in that old hammock on the front porch of the house you’re renting, the one with ropes that looked about ready to snap. Shawn spent the day yesterday repairing it while you watched him, iced tea in hand, sunglasses perched on your nose and encouragements falling from your lips. (“Babe, your back looks so good like that”; “Stop wiggling your ass at me dipshit”; “Can you take your pants off too?”)

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Commissioned by @summylise! Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy it <3

Pairing: Nalu

Works count: 7.5K

PS: If you want to feel like I felt, when you get to the fifth scene, start playing “Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles!


Natsu stares through the glass, throat tight as he drinks in the sight of her, mapping every new curve and freckle on her skin. She’s still as beautiful as he remembers, even after all these years, but that’s not what matters to him. No, she’s alive, and that’s more than he could have hoped for. Lucy’s alive and here and he can see her chest moving with every breath she takes, her lips pursed in defiance as she stares down Detective Clive, her gaze bright and as intelligent and shrewd as he remembers. She looks absolutely fierce and he chokes up at the sight, releasing a shaky exhale and wiping at his eyes when Gray isn’t looking.

He just wishes that she wasn’t sitting on the opposite side of the interrogation room’s glass.

“It’s really her,” Natsu murmurs, voice low and gruff, more strained than he’s ever heard it. His palm presses against the glass, throat tightening with emotion when Lucy glances around the room, brushing her long hair away from her eyes. She looks at the glass—to her, a mirror—and, though unknowingly, her gaze locks with his, honey eyes softening just the slightest, as if she knows he’s staring back at her. “She’s alive,” he continues, more to himself than anything.

The look Gray sends him is sympathetic and Natsu hates it, but he keeps his mouth shut, knowing he won’t be let in if he picks a fight with Gray over nothing. God, he’s missed her, and she’s right here in front of him, and he can’t do anything. He barely hears Gray’s affirmative, turning to look at his partner quickly, the question slipping from his lips without him meaning to ask. “Can I talk to her?” he asks, voice cracking.

He knows his chances aren’t good. She’s gotten into something deep, something dangerous, but he’ll be damned before he lets her disappear again. He needs to talk to her—needs to touch her and make sure this isn’t just a dream. He’s had them before. He knows how real they can be, but in his head she always disappears before he can hold her, before he can tell her that he—

“That’s why we called you in,” Gray tells him, clapping him on the back and sending him a small, strained smile. He knows. Gray’s been with him since their academy days, so he knows: about Lucy, about the night she disappeared, about the six years Natsu spent trying to find her, hoping to whatever gods might be up there that she’d come home.

He simply nods, not trusting himself to speak. Gray reaches out, tapping on the glass three times in rapid succession. Gildarts glances up, looking towards the door. He murmurs something to Lucy, who frowns, expression twisting into one of confusion. She watches Gildarts stand, his back to her as he leaves the room.

The door clicks open, Gildarts slipping through. He gives Natsu a brief nod before turning to Gray, dismissing him, and Natsu takes the chance to slip through the door without another word.

She doesn’t notice him at first, her gaze directed at the table. It’s not until he walks up to the table, coming around to stand on her side and ignoring the offered chair, that she looks up, gaze hard and icy. She recognizes him a moment later, the ferocity leaving her expression as she stares up at him. Lucy’s mouth drops open, lips parting just the slightest when she sees him. She mouths his name, eyes never leaving his as she twists around to face him.

Natsu just stands there, drinking her in, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms, but knowing that he can’t—shouldn’t. She’s in here because she’s been arrested, and he knows that things aren’t the same as they were six years ago. They aren’t about to curl up together on his couch, watching movies until the A.M. and stealing kisses between scenes. God, but he wishes they were. Six years he’s spent missing her, six years he’s spent wondering if she was even alive, now here she is, and Natsu can’t even touch her.

She leans back in her chair, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Her eyes glisten when she sees him, and he almost reaches out to wipe away her tears, catching himself at the last moment. Her gaze drifts to the scar on his throat, something new, and he sees her cringe, something horrified creeping into her eyes. “Natsu Dragneel,” she breathes, voice quivering as she tastes his name on her tongue.

He wonders if she repeats it to herself at night like he does, whispering her name in the darkness, lest he forget how it sounds.

“So you do remember me,” he jokes, voice cracking. There’s no humor to it. Neither laugh at his pathetic attempt, but he does see a familiar light reach her eyes, brightening them. Her lips quirk at the edges, not quite a smile, but as close as he thinks he’ll get. He wets his lips, hand pressed against the tabletop to ground himself—to keep him from pulling her into his arms and never letting go.

He never wants to let go.

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Secret is Out: Part 5

AN: I decided to spend a bit of time away from the Batfamily to see how the rest of our favorite heroes are coping. So have some Barry Allen.

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Words: 899

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


“They’re still out there.”

    “Yep.”

    “My boss has sent me twenty emails.”

    “Probably wants to know why you’re not at work.”

    You smile at your husband, “No, she wants to know if you’ll come to her daughter’s birthday party.”

    When Barry bursts out laughing, you can’t help but smile for real. He’s been so quiet since the secret identities have been leaked. It scares you. Your Barry is always smiling, and talking. He’s always holding you or trying to touch you in some way; from wrapping an arm around your waist to holding your hand. In the past several days he had barely left his lab.

    Walking away from the window and to your husband, you crawl into his lap. “So what’s the plan Flash?”

    He pulls you in close, and kisses the top of your head. “I don’t know Y/N, we could always go live on the station. You’d be safe up there.”

    You turn in Barry’s arms, so that you’re straddling his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. It’s a long and slow kiss. When you pull away you’re both breathless. You lean your forehead against his and say, “Barry we can’t live in fear.”

    His hold on you tightens, “Y/N every single enemy I have ever made knows who I am now. Knows who you are, and what you mean to me. If they go after you, if they hurt you …”

    You kiss his nose, “Barry Allen, I love you with everything I have, but we can’t live in fear.”

    Barry slumps back into the seat, “Are you sure about that? I’m fairly sure we can come up with some sort of business we can run from space.” You shake your head, and he sort of just groans. “What do you suggest?”

    You smile, and take his hand, “Let’s go out.”

    His eyes go wide, “Where the sharks are?”

    You kiss his nose, and say, “Superspeed, remember.”

    He just smiles, and the next moment you’re outside in Central City’s main park. Just as quickly you realize that your hair is now up, a ball cap is on your head, and sunglasses are tinting the sun.

    You glance over at your husband, “Wow, no fake nose or mustache?”

Barry just smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at you, before he sticks out his hand. You take it without hesitation. You get two wonderful, uninterrupted hours before Barry’s cellphone goes off.

“It’s CCPD.”

The phone rings again, and you smile, “We have to live Barry.”

He smiles before answering the phone and saying, “Allen.”

He listens for just a moment before hanging up. “They need me at a crime scene.”

You hold out your arms, and he raises an eyebrow in question. You smile and say, “Don’t you know, it’s take your wife to work day.”

Barry just laughs and then he’s running. It takes all of five seconds for the two of you to arrive. All eyes are immediately on you. You squeeze Barry’s hand once for support. He gives you a small smile before disappearing and then reappearing with his CSI kit. You watch with interest as he sets to work, and after a few minutes you realize everyone else is as well. All the cops are watching him as well.

As the news cameras show up, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders. You smile at Joe, as he tosses head to the side, and leads you away from the crowds. The two of you slide into his car, and wait for Barry.

There’s a moment of silence before your father-in-law asks, “How’s our boy doing?”

You watch your husband through the windshield, “He’s worrying. You know Barry, he likes to worry. He was talking about living up on the station.”

“That surprises you? He called me, and begged me to not leave the house, begged me to convince Wally to take online classes.”

You bite your lip, “He’s terrified to lose someone else Joe. To be honest, I can’t really blame him.”

The back door of the car opens, and Barry slides in before you can say anything else. “Captain radioed in, he wants everyone … especially me, back at the station.”

Joe just nods, and flips the sirens on before pulling into traffic. When you reach the station, there are tons of paparazzi waiting. You turn to look at Barry, and he gives you a small smile, “I guess I can’t keep running.”

“Not from this.”

With a deep breath he opens the door and steps out. The flashes are nearly blinding, but they don’t seem to affect Barry. He shields you the best he can, as he helps you out of the car. He stays to one side while Joe stays to the other.

It reminds you of a mob scene as reporters reach out and try to grab Barry. He shrugs them off, but his arm tightens around you. Then there are more bodies between you and them, as cops swarm from the building. They create a path, and Barry rushes you forward.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding as the door closes behind you. Then you realize all eyes are on you and Barry. As the captain steps forward, you feel Barry tense, and then he says, “Allen you’re the freaking Flash, how the hell are you always late?”

Engraved (Seven x MC)

A/N: Just a little plot bunny that came into my head based on the soulmate AU where your soulmate’s name is tattooed onto your body. Yes, it’s a cliche and probably been done before but I was feeling inspired. Hope you like it! :) 

Spoilers for Seven’s Name


Saeyoung…


The name had appeared on her skin when she was just a child. It was written in beautiful script, the black ink swirling it into her wrist and melding into her skin. It’s the name that sometimes brought her a glimmer of happiness whenever things got too rough…when she sat on her bed alone night after night praying for some change in her mundane life.

But she had a problem.

Saeyoung had become a name. An empty name. It summoned no image in her head. It no longer evoked feeling into her numb heart. How could he be her soulmate when there was a lack of any connection?

She lifted her gaze to the hacker huddled in the corner of the tiny apartment. His hood was draped over the headphones covering his ears and casting a shadow onto most of his face. A scowl tainted his beautiful features, and his sharp glare sent a stab into her chest. She knew him by two names. Luciel….Seven…neither matched the one on her wrist, but both kindled something inside her chest. Sometimes pain…especially now when he was acting cold and distant. But also…something warm, even overwhelming at times.

How could someone who wasn’t her soulmate conjure so many contradictory emotions within her?

If life had its way…then Luciel would not be her soulmate. His name was not branded onto her, and her name couldn’t be branded onto him. So, why did being around him feel so right?


MC…


When he first saw her name in the chatroom, he thought his heart would stop. It was the name he covered with make-up…paint…a long sleeve…whatever he could find to hide it from the agency…from his friends….for years.

At one time in his life, the name brought hope. To a child abused nearly every night, the name reminded him that he had a future. He had a soulmate to find, and that person would love him unconditionally and heal him from the scars his parents had left both physically and emotionally.

Then the agency happened. Then his own guilt and self-hatred inflicted their own lacerations onto his already marred heart. So, he told himself it was too good to be true. He convinced himself for so long that it was just a name. His soulmate did not exist, and if she did, he could not have her.

But then she came, led by a mysterious hacker, right into his life. He had to act cool as he did a background check. He had to act like his heart didn’t race when he took in her every little detail. Her parents’ names…her birth date…her hobbies and past work…her photo…

She was perfect.

And he was not.

But she was so tempting. Even now, as her back pressed against his as he continued to type away at his computer, her touch seemed to burn his skin just like her name did on his wrist. He consciously tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, eager to hide the letters engraved on his skin. Only, his fingers were cruel, and there they were again…written in the code before his eyes.

He realized, in that moment, her name wasn’t only etched onto his wrist. It was branded inside of him…onto his heart which he had tried so long to keep locked away and untouched.


“Do you want to know my real name?”


“Yes, please.”

“Saeyoung. Choi Saeyoung.”

Her breath was knocked clean out of her lungs. Her eyes bore into the messages on the screen until they stung. When she blinked, tears slipped from their edges…and not just from the dryness. She lifted her gaze to the man in front of her. He fiddled with the end of his own sleeve as he squirmed in the seat of the car.

“You…you…” she tried. Her words failed her.

Instead, she brought her shaky fingers to her long sweater and peeled it away from her arm, revealing the black lines on her wrist.

He didn’t even look at it, choosing to fixate his gaze on her. His lips turned upwards in a bittersweet smile.

“I know,” he said in barely a whisper. He mirrored her actions, folding back his own sleeve.

She gaped at it for a long while. When he said he was willing to give her a chance…when he was willing to give himself a chance at loving her and being loved, she trembled at the possibility that it would be short-lived.

Luciel wasn’t the name on her body, and she was sure her name was not on his. She thought their love was destined to shine bright, but like a brilliant flame, only meant to be temporary.

Finally, those fears had been dispelled. The ink marking his skin obliterated her doubt and sent it hurtling into the far corners of space.

It was her name. Her name on his wrist. She traced it with her own fingers, just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating in her desperate wish for it to be real. He lifted her hand to his lips as if to confirm his presence.

She shoved his shoulder playfully, despite the tears streaming silently down her face. “You knew from the beginning, and you didn’t say anything, you jerk!”

He let out a watery chuckle before taking her hands in his. Funny…her name was on his left wrist, and his on her right. A perfect match.

This wasn’t a dream. This was reality.

Saeyoung….she had finally found him.


MC…MC…MC…


He repeated the name over and over again, running his fingers through her hair as she slept peacefully in his arms. The sound of it sent a thrill down his body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The name was no longer a cluster of empty syllables. It was no longer a word taunting him with a future he could never attain. It was a person. A beautiful heart that did more than his younger self could possibly imagine.

She was a person. She was a person that awakened his cold, lifeless heart and filled his entire being with absolute joy. His soul had indeed been sliced in half, forced to ache and pine for someone to join it and heal it of its brokenness and soothe its crying. And finally…she had come. The other half to his heart…a perfect fit though it seemed unlikely at many points in their turbulent meeting.

Although, he was sure if they were placed in a different universe, this end would be the same. Even if her name wasn’t written on his skin…even if he had never discovered it when she logged into the chatroom, he was undeniably sure that he would’ve fallen in love with her just as deeply.

The Holmes - Request

Requested by anon:  I have a request: could you do a one shot in the episode when Sherlock parents come to visit him and when you come back from work you meet them but they think you’re dating him but you’re just friends and they invite you to dinner.

Summary: Everything from above.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,344

Warnings: None.

A/N: I couldn’t help my self and made it extra fluffy.

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

221B was loud that afternoon. The clients – whoever they were – had talked about a lottery ticket for almost thirty minutes straight. (Y/N) was impressed that Sherlock hadn’t shut them up and kicked them out already.

“Is he sick?” (Y/N) whispered to Mrs. Hudson. They were huddled outside her flat’s door listening.

“Uh… I think you should go up and figure it out.” The old woman suggested and sneaked into her flat without leaving any time to argue.

Mrs. Hudson had always shipped John and Sherlock, that until (Y/N) appeared and so her ship changed. “Unbelievable what Twitter can do to a woman like Mrs. Hudson” Watson had said, but he was inertly please because he also liked Sherlock and (Y/N) as a couple.

The girl fixed her clothes and got upstairs confidently and ready to pretend she hadn’t heard the whole conversation. She opened the door slowly.

“Did you find the lottery ticket?” Sherlock asked. He looked bored, but he wasn’t acting like usual. Instead, he was sitting at his seat while the two clients – an old couple – sat at the leather couch.

“Yes, turns out he had it on his back pocket.” The lady giggled, “So we had time to…”

“(Y/N)!” Sherlock cheered as he saw the girl appear behind the door. He jumped out of his seat and rushed over to her. “Kill me.” He mouthed jokingly. (Y/N) chuckled in silence and Sherlock winked at her. The old lady cleared her throat, capturing Sherlock’s attention back.

“Am I interrupting, Mr. Holmes?” (Y/N) inquired, using her professional voice tone.

“Not at all, my dear.” Sherlock said, “They were about to leave, right mum?”

“Mum?” (Y/N) gasped.

“Yes, sorry.” Sherlock dragged her to the leather couch as the couple got up. “Mum, Dad, this is (Y/N).” Sherlock introduced them, “(Y/N) these are my parents.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” (Y/N) smiled warmly.

“The pleasure is ours.” Mrs. Holmes said. She had a strange look on her face, and same look was shared by her husband. Both of them alternating their gaze between Sherlock and (Y/N).

“You came, you talked non-stop, you met (Y/N), and now you leave.” Sherlock urged to say, “Tell Mycroft I say hi.”

“But Sher…” His mom tried to argue, but Sherlock was already pushing them out. His mother stopped right before she stepped on the hallway and Sherlock couldn’t help but to stop pushing them due to the authoritarian look on her face. “Dinner, at eight today.” She said.

“I’m working on a case.” Sherlock argued.

“The victim is already dead, however we are not.” Mrs. Holmes snapped back, “Dinner at eight today.” She repeated and then looked at (Y/N). “Bring her.”

“But…”

“William Sherlock Scott Holmes, you better be there with her or else…” She threatened.

“Yes, mum.” Sherlock nodded.

“Good boy.” She palmed his cheek and then left. Sherlock stood still, frozen in place until (Y/N) walked closer to him.

“I’m afraid you have to come as well… She can be scary when she’s mad.” He mumbled. (Y/N) giggled, guiding him to his seat.

“It’s fine; I’d love her to answer some questions for me.” Sherlock chuckled, finally relaxing from his sudden terror.

“There’s a list, she knows it by memory.” He commented.

“A list about common questions about you and Mycroft?” She inquired.

“Oh no, just a list of me.” Sherlock explained, “Mycroft’s got a whole file… She still doesn’t memorize it.” (Y/N) laughed loudly and Sherlock soon followed her.

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Prince & Me: Chapter One

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

A/N: It’s been ages but finally here’s part one. Feedback is good for the soul x
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As the night came to a close, a young man sat patiently at a table observing the people around him, the atmosphere became more warm and intimate as the bar slowly emptied. He noticed the staff seemed to smile more genuinely, their friendships on full display as they began to joke and dance while closing up for the night and he felt honored to witness such a sight. He watched as they put chairs up on tables, mop the floors and clean out the machines and yet they seemed really happy, more comfortable than they’d been all day, he couldn’t help but think maybe it was because they finally had control of the jukebox.
Soft mumbles of steel guitar strings, resembling an REO Speedwagon song, began playing through the speakers as the affection of the man’s eye began swaying back and forth in time with the melody. He watched as she slid her shoes off and got lost in her own little world, softly mumbling the words under her breath as she danced. “Mhmm” he replied without removing his eyes from the girl as a warning came that it was 15 minutes till closing.

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Sherlock x Reader

|| Requested by: Anon :: Reader is very affectionate and Sherlock likes it but is very embarrassed. ||


It was something he’d never wanted to happen because he’d always been so double- minded about the concept of this particular thing that when it had actually occurred​, he’d freaked out.

The Sherlock Holmes had freaked out.

“Listen, honey, I’ve got to get these papers signed, I’ll be back in half an hour,” Y/N said, as she reached for her boyfriend’s cheek. Only, he backed away, much to her dismay.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her forehead scrunching up in confusion.

“Nothing, dear.”

Y/N put on her coat and then quickly pecked Sherlock’s cheek before he could back away again.

The sleuth cast her a small smile and bid her goodbye through gritted teeth.
As soon as Y/N left through the door, Sherlock plopped onto his armchair, sighing loudly.

Relationships. They freaked him out. He didn’t understand at first that he was, in fact, in love with Y/N. When John confronted him and made him understand that this was the case he felt afraid. He spent a few weeks researching about this and found that the symptoms matched - yes he’d fallen for her. He’d gone and asked her out when John insisted and he was internally happy that John made him do so.

She was so very sweet, always so understanding of him and giving him his space when needed. There was only one thing- and it wasn’t even a problem- but Y/N loved to show how much she liked him. She was very affectionate, almost constantly cuddling up to him, kissing him or caressing his cheeks. This was very new to him and for some reason, embarrassed him.
He felt his cheeks flush everytime she touched him, especially in public. The knowing glances that people threw at him made him feel uncomfortable.
And that wasn’t the problem. The real issue here was that he loved the way she made him feel by just her touch and yet he was so embarrassed because of it. That she could do this to him by just being so close to him. He loved it and hated it.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, as she entered the apartment.

Sherlock blinked himself out of his thoughts and asked, “Didn't​ you leave five minutes ago?”

Y/N took off her coat and sat down next to him. “So happy to see me? But no, babe, I left 30 minutes ago.”

“Huh.”

Y/N moved closer to him, leaning in to kiss him but he scooted to a side.

“Okay, what is the matter, Sherlock?” Y/N asked, obviously extremely furious at his behavior.

“What?” the detective asked, but he knew she’d settle for nothing but the truth.

“Why are you so uncomfortable around me? If … you don’t like me, just say it. There’s no point trying to avoid me like this,” she breathed.

Sherlock’s eyes widened.

“Oh no. Y/N. It isn’t that.”

“Then what is it? I’m not very intriguing anymore?”

Silence.
“Sherlock? Are you not comfortable when I touch you?”

Sherlock looked up at Y/N. She was so upset. He didn’t like what he saw.

“No. I- I do like that you’re affectionate..it’s just-”

“Just what?”

And so he told her. Everything he’d been thinking while she was gone. He knew he was ranting stupidly but she was so upset-

“You’re so stupid for a detective,” Y/N said, patting his dark curls.

“What?”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, love. I like you and I like to show it and it’s okay that it makes you feel good. There isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Do you want me to stop all together?”

“No. Not quite so. The way you put it..it is a trivial matter.”

“Exactly. Don’t overthink. Just be, Sherlock,” Y/N said, putting an arm around him and settling her head into the nape of his neck.

He flushed again but didn’t flinch much this time and kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. She was right, if he liked it..why was he ashamed?

She looked at him and kissed him softly, caressing his cheek, before settling against his chest as he moved to lay down on the sofa.

“See? It feels good.” “Yes.”

Just like that they fell asleep, pressed against each other.

**

“And so the lovers are slumbering,” John muttered, glancing at Y/N and Sherlock who lay curled up against each other.

“Shh John. You’ll wake them up,” Mrs. Hudson whispered as she took John’s phone out of his hand.

“..What..are you doing?”

Mrs. Hudson giggled, as she pointed the phone at the couple and clicked away. “Who’s to think I’d see Sherlock like this one day? I mean I’ve seen him covered in blood but this is just bizarre!”


A/N: I felt so good, writing this. Hope you liked it! It’s good to be back.

Real Bullets

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:   1211
Requested by Anonymous:  How about being an actress on the show and someone swapping out the fake bullets for real ones and one of the J’s accidentally shooting you like angst then fluff

Warning: injured reader



        You were sitting on Jensen’s lap in his trailer while the two of you waited to be called onto set to film.

          “I really don’t want to do that scene,” Jensen sighed.

          “Why?” you asked, running your fingers through his short hair, “It’s just acting. Not like you’re really shooting me.”

          “Still. I don’t like it. I don’t like that I’ll be pointing a gun at you,” he said, “It doesn’t feel right.”

          “Just get your lines right and it’ll be over before you know it,” you teased him, “No worries.”

          He pulled you closer, “If you say so.”

          You kissed him softly, “I say so. I love you.”

          “I love you too.”

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RFA+SV - sensitive MC cries because of a book


I’ll be a little flexible with this, because I wanted to tie in actual books with different MCs.  And the sad part isn’t always at the end.

SPOILER ALERT because I’m referencing books!  I’ll mention the title with the person…but yeah.  You’ll know that something tragic happens.  So.

snAPE KI-

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Drabble: Tough

“18, 30, 32, and 33 with derek. Thank you.”

18: “Who did this to you?”

30: “That-That’s your blood? Why the hell didn’t you say anything?!”

33: “Could you hold my hand?” 

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


Y/n placed her hand on her shoulder, warm blood dripping through the cracks between her fingers. She groaned in pain as she added pressure. When the bleeding stopped, or at least kind of, she wrapped a fresh bandage around it and put her leather jacket on. It was not even a shot, the bullet  just barely scraped her skin. It would heal, no time for worries. 


When she opened the door of their apartment, she felt the pain in her shoulder, but ignored it. She could handle some pain. “Y/n? Are you home?” Derek called from the other room. 

“Yes! Sorry it took me a little bit longer!” She placed her bag on the ground and tried to roll her shoulder. She failed and groaned. She walked to the living room, Derek sat on the couch. “Hello.” She smiled. 

“What- who- Who did this to you?” Derek was already besides her, touching a bruise on her jaw. 

“It’s nothing. Just a bruise. You know what I do.” She brushed it off. 

“Right. You are miss tough.” Derek sighted. “Why don’t you take off your jacket? I can give you a relaxing massage.” Derek suggested. The pain in Y/n’s shoulder told her not to. 

“Maybe another time. I’m pretty tired.” She flashed his a smile. “I think I’ll change real quick.” And she left. Derek knew something was wrong. She only acted like this when there was something wrong. So, he followed her. In the hallways she had already tossed her shirt out. He looked at the grey shirt, which was ripped and wet from fresh blood. He took her shirt and walked into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock. He saw her peeling of a bloody bandage. He held up the shirt. 

“That-that’s your blood? Why the hell didn’t you say anything?!” Derek exclaimed. Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Can we have this talk later? Just help me with this.” She said. Derek moved to her, looking at her wound. 

“I think you need stitches.” 

“No I don’t.” 

“Yes. Let’s go to the hospital.” 

“I don’t need them! It’s fine!” Y/n called out. 

“Baby, that was not a question.” Derek said. With a sight, Y/n gave in. 

Now they were waiting on a crappy chair, Y/n in a bad mood. 

“Happy now?” She hissed. “We probably won’t be helped for another hour. I could be asleep right now.” Derek looked at her. 

“Quit whining and be patient.” Y/n grunted and looked away. 


When a doctor came, he looked at her shoulder. 

“You’ll need some stitches.” Derek gave her look and Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t you dare.”

The doctor readied an injection, and Y/n’s eyes went big. 

“Derek, could you hold my hand?” Derek laughed and shook his head. 

“So miss tough can’t handle a needle?” 

“Shut up. And never mind.” She glared at him. He took her hand but she pulled back. 

“Don’t you dare.” She gasped when she felt the sting. “Fine.” She took his hand and bit on her lip. 

“I will be ready in ten minutes.” The doctor smiled. Derek laughed. 

“If you ever bring this up, I’ll kill you.”