his hair is on point under that hat

@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!

OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 4336

There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.


Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.


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Thursday | ten

Genre: best friend!au | fluff, lil bit of quite stressful angst but happy ending

Member: Ten / reader

Word Count: 3500ish

Summary: “it was still a mistake”

“no the mistake was falling for you!”

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

It’s a Thursday when they meet.

Their year 7 teacher assigns them partnered projects about the solar system and she pulls names out of a hat. They get paired together. He’s is nice, really nice and she realises he has the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen- she’s not star struck or anything, she just hasn’t seen one like it before.

He introduces himself, she hasn’t seen him around much before so she’s assuming he’s pretty new and his name is a number. “Why is your name Ten?” she asks as they’re glueing planets to pieces of strings.

He shrugs, “It’s just a nickname.”

She frowns, “Well then what’s your real name.”

He sighs, smiling knowingly because there’s no way she’ll be able to pronounce it. “ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.” he says, almost proudly.

She pauses, staring at him, “Yeah I like Ten.” she dismisses because even she knows any attempt at the pronunciation would be embarrassing.

He grins, “You’re funny.”

“Do you want to be friends?” She asks quietly, almost shyly and he likes her already.

He smiles again, “I have a feeling we will be for a very long time.”

She frowns, “What are you a psychic or something?” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, pretending that a few second ago she wasn’t worried about what he’d say.

“Yeah I read people’s minds.” He assures.

She narrows her eyes and glances around the room. And then she points to a classmate, “What’s he thinking?”

“That he’s got a really itchy butt.”

And the teacher separates them because they distract each other too much.

“We’re out of Chinese.”

Ten closes the door behind him, frowning as he makes his way past the kitchen to look into the open living room. She’s sitting on the floor with a plate of food in her hands and her laptop on her lap. She’s surrounded by sheets and open text books and colouring pens strewn around in an unseemingly order. “That Chinese has been there for weeks.” He scoffs, dropping his bag onto the dining room table.

She shrugs, “It’s the only thing that was in there and I’m starving.” He breathes a laugh, walking over to sit behind her on the couch. He flops down and sighs loudly, rubbing his eyes tiredly. She pauses stuffing her face. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

There’s a silence where he contemplates telling her, knowing that he will eventually because he tells her everything so he just sighs. “I got fired.”

She glares at him, “Again?” she cries, putting her plate aside to turn around and face him. Her chin barely reaches the sofa but she still manages to scare him a little. “What the hell did you do this time?” she demands.

“Nothing!” he cries cordially but when he sees the look on her face he sighs again, “Okay so I may have burnt someone’s arm.”

She frowns, “How did you do that?”

He rolls his eyes and waves her off like it’s no big deal, “They got in the way of the fire-”


“It was only a small fire and I told him to move, it’s not my fault they put the toaster right under the cupboards.” he defends.

She shakes her head, “You’re insane.”

He sits up, looking down at her plate of food, “Yeah, well at least I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

She waves him off, “I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

“Look at it, there’s mould on the chicken!” he cries, reaching over to point and she bats his hand away.

“Get your own food!” she snaps. He rolls his eyes threading his fingers through her hair and sighs Her eyes flutter closed and she leans her head against the sofa. It’s quiet, the only sound is their breathing and he doesn’t think he wants to move from this very spot when they’re both so comfortable in the silence of their own thoughts. “I’m tired.” she murmurs.

He looks down at her with eyes soft around the edges of the cold look she’s grown so used to and he nods, “Me too.”

His fingers thread through the knots and his thumb brushes her cheek and a part of her feels that this isn’t what friends do, but when he makes her feel like this she doesn’t care. “Can we watch House?” She asks quietly.

He breathes a laugh, “As long as you promise not to spoil it for me.”

This time she laughs, “Well I’m sorry I used to watch ER. At least your life is safe in my hands, imagine, you could have a heart attack right now and I would know what to do.” she assures.

He rolls his eyes, “If I have a heart attack its because of all the stress you cause me.”

It’s a Thursday when Ten realises he might like her as more than a friend.

They’re in the supermarket, travelling between aisles in search of cheap food that they can easily make because neither of them is particularly good at cooking. He’s pushing the trolley and she’s sitting inside it, a lollipop in her mouth as she grabs at rice packets and biscuits and throws them into her lap. “We don’t need those.” He points out as she slides a stack of waffles somewhere next to her knee.

She wags a finger at him but doesn’t turn, “We always need waffles.” She assures.

He shakes his head, “There is literally no situation in which we would ever need waffles.”

She grabs a cowboy hat that someone disregarded in the cereal aisle and pops the lollipop out of her mouth, “well, what if the queen comes around?”

“The queen?” He scoffs, throwing in a pack of cereal that he knows she likes.

“Yeah!” She cries, “And what if she stays for breakfast and we’ve only made pancakes but she doesn’t like pancakes and we don’t have any waffles!” she holds them up to show him, “We can’t let down the queen!”

“Of which country?” He asks in response

She pauses. “England?” She suggests, “Or maybe a Russian Tzar, oh! Do you think Rasputin might come round?” She exclaims, turning to face him with this child-like grin that turns his leg to jelly.

He shakes his head with a small smile, “Rasputin’s dead.” he points out and she waves him off.

“That’s what they want you to think.” She assures, “And if he ever visits I can assure you that he is a waffle person.”

“Okay, now what your reasoning for this?” He asks, reaching forward to pull the cowboy hat from her head.

She snatches it back, “I look good in it, is that not reason enough?”

“Were not going to buy it.” he points out, “Despite the fact that it’s just you and me, we eat a lot.

She mock gasps, “But what if woody comes round for dinner?”

He rolls his eyes, turning the trolley towards the costume aisle, “Don’t you think he’d be offended by you impersonating a cowboy?”

She pauses.

“You’re right!” She cries, ripping the hat off her head. She wriggles around in the cart and clambers to her knees, facing him as she places it against his hair and begins to tie string to hold in place under his chin. “You’d look more realistic as a cowboy.” she smirks and he’s staring longer that he should.

“Can I get a tiara?” He asks, still pushing the trolley and she grins.

“Of course you can princess, any particular colour?” She questions, her eyes crinkling with her smile.

He hesitates, a finger tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Pink or purple, whatever they’ve got.”

She nods, “Yes-sir-ie” she jokes in the most southern accent she can muster and leans out of the trolley, picking up various princess costumes, “Would you like to slip into an apple induced coma or lose a shoe on a wild night out?” She asks, holding them up to face him.

He smirks, “Depends, do I meet the love of my life?” He asks, looking her straight into the eyes before realising the fact that his heart rate is way up.

She smiles, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head, “Why, do tell me your deepest, darkest wish and the genie will make it a reality.” She says, again in a southern accent, “Is it princess Jasmine? Was it her beautiful dark eyes?”

He cocks his head leaning closer, “No.” he shakes his head, still staring, too long. She notices. “They look like yours.”

“Shut up.” She jokes and when he doesn’t say anything the smile slowly slides off her face. She hesitates, “You’re serious?” She deadpans.

He shrugs, “Same colour hair, same freckles on her cheek, same smile.” he blurts before he can even realise that this is probably a mistake.

And she stays kneeled in the trolley, their faces close enough to see the truth in each others eyes and that cowboy hat still on his face. She blinks, trying to ignore her heartbeat, “Are you banging my sister?” she raises an eyebrow.

And they laugh, but they never talk about it again.

She glares at him from her seat at the dining room table, “I told you, I can’t.”

He throws himself dramatically onto the table, whining and pretending to sob, “But please!” he begs, praying in her direction and pouting.

She shakes her head, ignoring him, “No. You asked me a week ago and my answer was no, you asked me yesterday and my answer was no and then you asked me today and guess what? My answer is still no.”

“But you promised!” he exclaims.

She stares at him almost astounded, “I did no such thing.” she assures cordially.

He wags his finger, “At 4:30 am on the Friday of last week you said that you would come with me.”

“4:30 am? On Friday? You mean when I had been awake for 52 hours?” she cries.

He holds his hands up, “You still promised.”

“I was sleep deprived!” she yells.

“It counts!” he assures.

“It does not!” she replies, “Now get off the table, you’re sitting on my work.” she demands.

He shakes his head, “Nope.” and proceeds to lie down on top of the mounds of paper and open textbooks. “You’re coming. Get your shoes it’s Latin night.”

“I don’t even dance!” she cries, running short of arguments he’ll just ignore anyway.

He shrugs, “You do with me.” he points out.

She glares at him, crossing her arms and trying her best not to blush. He looks so hopeful and pleading and the white shirt he’s wearing clings to his body like it’s always belonged there. She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head, “You’re so annoying.” she huffs angrily.

But he grins, this wide million watt smile that blinds her and makes her forget that she’s angry  because oh god he looks so beautiful. “Yes!” he cries, sitting up. She grabs a textbook and whacks him with it, “Ow! What was that for?”

“For constantly roping me into this shit!” she replies and he laughs, a laugh that makes her heart stutter and die in her chest.

She hits him again.

It’s a Thursday when they first kiss.

Its 3am and they’re still dancing in the club at Latin night. Her feet are sore and her legs ache but she’s got this huge grin on her face and her veins are intoxicated with a flood of alcohol. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at her, who knows. There are waves of bodies crushed together and music that pounds her ears until the floor shakes and the lights become a haze of colours that ripple through her mind.

He twirls her around and laughs when she does because her laugh is infectious and he can’t stop staring. “Shots?” She asks and he nods.

They weave between the plethora of bodies that nearly crush them and she reaches out to hold onto his hand so they don’t lose each other. She nearly slams into the bar and they both laugh because they’re pretty drunk, and they’ve been here so long the bartender knows what to give them.

“Three, two, one!” They shout over the music and then they lick the salt from their hands, down the shot and then stick a lemon in each others mouths. They laughing and smiling and they’re touchier than usual because they’re drunk and fuck it, boundaries disappear when they’re drunk.

His arms is around her waist and his fingers grip at the bare skin  her hip to hold her in place. She smiles and pushes the hair back from his sweaty forehead, “You’re hot.” She points out, breathing heavily because she is too.

He smirks, “Thanks, I know.”

She laughs and shoves his chest, “You’re an idiot.”

But she pushes too hard and looses her own balance but he catches her  wrapping both arms around her. Her hands land on his shoulders so she can stop herself from falling down and that, right then, is when they kiss.

Because why not?

They’re both consenting adults, neither of them will remember and when he kisses her like that she doesn’t care. His fingers are tangled in her hair and her skin is on fire, their veins feel like they’re being pricked over and over again by tiny needles.

This probably shouldn’t be happening, they’re friends- best friends. Best friends don’t kiss each other like the world is at their feet. But their kissing too deeply, too much like they care that they lose their balance and nearly fall down again. And so they back to dancing, but things change from then on.

“You haven’t spoken to him? You live together!” Johnny cries and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s another problem. I need to find an apartment.” she adds, staring down at her coffee and swirling it with the small spoon provided.

“Are you serious?” He mutters, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and middle finger. “You can’t just move out.”

She shrugs, “Why not? He has six hours of lectures on Thursday, I can pack up some stuff, stay at yours.”

He scoffs a laugh, “You are not staying at mine.”

She frowns, leaning forward, “Why not?”

Because-” he hisses and then pauses, taking a deep breath. “Because you can’t just not talk to your best friend for a week and then move out without any explanation.”

“Fine, I’ll leave a note.” she surrenders, waving her arms.

“Are you serious? Jesus you’re just as bad as each other.” He huffs angrily, leaning back in his chair because he’s sick of both of them.

She pauses and stops swirling her coffee, “What do you mean? He’s spoken to you?” she demands, her eyes wide.

He waves her off, “I’m not playing messenger between the two-”

“Does he hate me?” She asks quietly, looking back down at her coffee.

Johnny purses his lips and sighs, “Of course he doesn’t hate you, you’re his best friend.” he says softly, because he can tell she’s worried.

She swallows, looking out of the window, “I need to move out.” She determine.

Johnny throws his arm up, “Jesus Christ do something.” he begs.

Is a Thursday when they finally realise they’ve been in love with each other for years.

She goes back home when he’s at his six hours of lectures, but she’s still quiet anyway because she doesn’t really feel like she going home, she feels like she’s stepping into forbidden territory. She tip toes in, closing the door quietly behind her, “What are you doing?” A voice says.

She jumps, holding her hand to her heart and squeezing her eyes shut. But slowly she opens them, landing on Ten. He’s sitting on one end of the sofa with a book in his hand and a frown on his face. He looks tired, bags under his eyes and they’ve lost their usual glint. “I’m just uh…” she trails off, pointing to her room

She doesn’t finish that sentence, “Where have you been?” he asks with no particular tone of voice.

She swallows, dropping her keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter. “Busy.” She states, “I’ve had this project due so I’ve been living in the library for the past week and-”

“Stop lying to me.” He interrupts sadly, closing the book. He looks disappointed, like he expected better from her. “I think…” he trails off, scratching his head, “I think we need to talk.”

“About what? The state of our economy?” She smirks, laughing to hide the fear behind her words, “You know, China has had some fascinating developments in-”


“Well no actually, they’ve been working on a new train that is elevated above the city of-”

Hey!” He interrupts again, standing up this time. “You being in perpetual denial does not help anyone.” he scoffs, approaching her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not in denial, denial of what?”

“Do you remember that night?” He asks like he’s making sure she’s genuinely just ignoring him for another reason. He sounds so scared and tired that she opens her mouth but finds nothing to say.

She swallows, looking down at her feet, “It was a mistake.”

He shakes his head and scoffs bitterly, “No. It was a long time coming.”

She frowns, “What are you talking about?” She demands angrily-, but deep down she knows so maybe she really is in denial.

He cocks his head, “Wow, you really are oblivious.” he shakes his head and sighs, “there have been multiple occasions on which we’ve basically admitted how we felt and still neither of us did anything.”

She sneers, “We were drunk, people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

He shakes his head, “Sometimes we were sober.”

“It was still a mistake!” She cries, suddenly angry because he’s making her feel bad now.

“No, the mistake was falling for you.” he snaps back immediately.

Her neck snaps up, “What?” She breathes.

He cocks his head with a small smile, “Come on babe. You know what i’m talking about.” he assures, his fingers hooking apprehensively through hers.

She frowns, curling her fingers with his until she feels like he won’t let go. She steps closer to him and he sucks in a slow and steady breath, his eyes widening at the look she’s giving him. There’s this soft smile on her face and her eyes are shaded with hope and wonder and she swallows, “How long?” she asks quietly.

He laughs, “Do you remember when we went to prom and you wore that purple dress and the necklace I got you and the most jaw dropping smile i’ve ever seen another human wear.” he pauses, reaching up slowly and placing a hand on her cheek, “I realised that… there’s no-one else like you.” He smiles, “The day I met you was the day everything became a hundred times clearer, like I finally understood the reason i was put on this earth.”

She smiles as his arms come to wrap around her waist, and she feels like her skin is on fire wherever he touches her. “What happens now?”

And he kisses her again.

Its like poison in her veins, like she’s sliding down a cloud and his smile is the rainbow. “Now-” he breathes against her lips, “Now I think we need to establish something.” he states in all seriousness.

“Oh, okay, what?” She asks carefully.

“Rasputin is dead, and the Queen is not a waffle person” he blurts. “I bet you the queen only eats kale for breakfast or something.”

She looks aghast, “Now hold on a second-”

Fanfiction - Happier

I wrote this short thing for the needle wizard, pencil sorceress and all around magnificent friend, the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere. Master Seamstress shares with me the love for Ed Sheeran and I couldn’t resist the urge to have her doing a happy dance over this. Enjoy! X


I entered the small coffee shop, unfolding my scarf as soon as I felt the merciful warmth of the heating system, aiming towards a quiet table at the corner, as I shook off snowflakes from my curls.

As I waited for the small waitress to bring me my cranberry scone and a large cup of steaming tea, I opened my notebook and started reading the notes I had taken. It was a very hard case, a young patient with a rare tumor compressing his bile duct – presenting with jaundice, looking like the most recent character of The Simpsons. The previous surgeon in charge of the case had announced it to be unresectable, which gave him about three months of life expectancy. At the age of thirty, you are seldom ready for your life to end – least of all without throwing a good fight.

And that was what I was planning to offer him – a risky procedure, only done in the past by a handful of surgeons in the country. If it worked, he would be cancer free – and it was my job to guarantee it worked. I had barely slept the last couple of nights, immersed in planning the surgery to the finest detail.

I loved my job, fiercely – even in the moments I hated it. I never lost the tingling on my palms when I held the scalpel or the sudden feel of a jump inside my belly, like I had missed a step, whenever I finished a hazardous procedure. Besides, it was a very welcome distraction from the wreckage of my personal life.

I sipped my tea, delighted with the smoky taste of the Highland blend, strong and homely on the back of my tongue. It reminded me of the taste of his skin against my lips and I swallowed hard, slightly shaking my head to disperse unwelcome memories.

The bell above the door rang, a small tornado of snow allowed in as new customers entered the cosy place. I bit the back of my pencil, tilting my head to better discern an approach, as I mobilized the invisible pancreas before me. I smiled, seeing the vessels and ducts so well exposed in the eye of my mind, ready to be conquered, and raised my eyes to ask for a second congratulatory scone.

I saw his back but recognized him immediately – I had kissed that spot just behind his ear, where his hair curled at the nape, countless times.

He was wearing his pilot uniform underneath his overcoat, the flight captain’s hat placed next to his elbow on the table. I had a sudden flash of his hands placing that hat on my head, a playful smile on his full lips, his slightly callused hands roaming my otherwise naked body. No.

Without thinking, I was already making myself small on my table, shrinking to the point where I could almost hide under the tasteful tablecloth – wishing I had gone to another place, in another time, in another world.

Only then I noticed he had company - a cute blonde girl wearing stewardess clothes, her lips painted red to match the satin scarf prettily tied around her neck in a bow. She sat in front of him on the table, a complicit smile plastered on her face, as he talked – probably sharing something about a recent trip.

He was always coming and going, flying around the world – I remembered all too well setting my alarm to the middle of the night, just so I could listen to his voice in Tokyo. Kissing him goodbye – there had been so many goodbyes, not enough hellos – before he left to New York. Texting him, unsure where in the world he was exactly – but painfully aware it wasn’t by my side.

The nights became so long, always craving, always wondering. I felt split in two, half of myself scattered in the wind, travelling on the air - while the other half was forced to anchor it, bearing down, struggling with heaviness. There weren’t enough kisses to ease the constant ache, as much as he tried – and he had tried.

“Do ye not want me anymore?” He had asked me on the final night, broken – Oh, so broken.

I hadn’t answered him and in my silence he took his leave, shoulders hunched in pain. In truth, I couldn’t fathom a time when I wouldn’t want him – and that was the problem, wasn’t it? I kept wanting and wanting and wanting, wanting so much everything hurt, wanting so much I feared I would physically break.

The flight attendant touched his hand – to my horror he didn’t shy away from it. It lingered there, natural and possessive, and I felt the scone doing cartwheels inside my stomach like a flour acrobat.

She leaned over and told him something, slightly sticking her tongue out in mischief and he laughed. Throat and lungs and vocal chords, clapping and singing, an orchestra on a perfect rendition of amusement. Standing ovation from the crowd. Claire Beauchamp dead in the audience.

He used to laugh like that with me. Jamie always laughed with his entire body. He was that kind of man – whole in everything he did. I recalled the sensation of his laugh as I laid my cheek on his chest, a scientist studying the mechanisms of happiness. For a moment I closed my eyes and covered them with my hand, foolishly disturbed by the realization I didn’t hold his laughter in exclusiveness.

Jamie looked happy. I could see the outline of his smile, the corners of his mouth turned up in contentment. Had he been that happy with me, once? Before I filled our lives with insecurities, demands and frailties?

She squeezed his hand – fingers touching, skin meeting, hearts melting? - and got up, putting on her elegant coat. With a swish of blonde hair, she kissed his cheek – clearly no amiable kiss demanded such duration, in my opinion – and with a light caress on his forehead, left him finally alone.

He looked around, searching for the waitress to ask for a refill and – of course – spotted me. It was like standing on stage, two spotlights beaming on us, everything else left in darkness. Jamie glanced at me and I proudly endured his gaze, asserting that I saw his happiness and wasn’t shaken at all by it. Liar.

Slowly I made my way to his table, a slug crawling on a lettuce leaf, ugly but brave. I seemed to be ken on eating every crumb of my cake of sorrow and then smile, pretending it was sweet.

“Hello, Jamie.” I greeted him, bracing myself on the notebook I carried. His hair was somewhat shorter than the last time I had seen him, a couple of months ago, his uniform impeccable, the tie on his neck just a bit loose. I used to make his knots and suddenly panicked, fearing that the blonde girl was a master of turns and twists, able of fixing his heart as well as his tie.

“Hello, Claire.” Jamie replied, his voice cautious. “How are ye?”

“Good.” I smiled nervously. “Are you back from work?”

“Aye.” He fidgeted with the mug in front of him, a soft hesitant smile on his lips. “Just got back from Brazil. It was a wee furnace there.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard, struggling to come up with other pleasantries I could share with him. Do you smile in your sleep when she touches you? “You look good. Happy.”

“What are ye asking me, Claire?” He avoided my gaze, his face abruptly serious.

“Nothing.” I replied in a hoarse voice, well aware that he could spot the tears forming on the corners of my eyes, in the fountains of my soul. “Just that. You looked happy with her.”

“She’s a good lass.” He glared at me, his eyes outrageously blue and intent. “She understands what life is for me. I feel that I can talk to her.”

“As you couldn’t talk to me?” I tried to smile again and failed miserably, the glass of my face polished and glistening, reflecting the thousands of small sorrows hidden in the corners of my eyes.

“I told ye all my soul and heart.” Jamie lowered his eyes, grabbing his hat. “In the end it wasna enough. That is my utmost regret, Claire - that it wasna enough.”

I stood there, speechless, as he gathered his things and left. I thought of the bleeders that elude the most capable surgeon, the cardiac arrest that lasts forever, the hands inside where we are most private, touching the core of what we are, unable to reach what had been lost. I slammed my heart at him as he closed the door behind him – “Jamie!” – knowing all too well I had no one to blame but myself. I had traded all for nothing, convinced it was a worthy bargain – blind, blind, fool.

I crawled home, shaken to the very marrow of my bones, oozing love and loss – sticky and queasy with it. In medical school they had told me how the brain works to protect itself – the clever barrier surrounding it, the plasticity, the temperature regulation – and yet my brain seemed decided to finish me, incessantly playing memories of Jamie, smacking me with my own recklessness. I had no self-preservation left, for I loved him to the atoms of me.

I had seen him happy without me – there was joy there to be sure, in knowing him well. But the pain was almost unbearable, no last redoubt of magical thinking left, where I could hide and pretend we would find our way back to each other. He was gone. Pushed away by my own two hands.

I collapsed on the couch, curling into fetal position, making myself small and smaller. My ears were filled with the sounds of my own heart and I willed him to stop, to let go of beating, to be still and let me be.

He kissed my cheek on our first date. I kissed his lips on the second. Loved all of himself by the tenth. My heart leapt when I saw him, tall and gallant in his uniform, almost running to hold me in his arms at the hospital. When he told me flying was his second favourite thing. When he told me I was first. Red Jamie, my Jamie.

A knock on the door, fast and rhythmed. A secret code for the lover coming.

I padded to the door, afraid and wanting. Hopeful.

I opened the door and he was standing there, snowflakes turning into rivers on the brim of his hat. He reached out with his hand and I took it, already knowing I’d never let go again.

“I was happier with ye.” He whispered in a husky voice. And I remembered it all, the happiness and love I’d known, waiting in him as kisses on his lips.


Tw: Stitches?

John made his way back into the room; first aide kit in hand. He took a few paces towards (Y/N) and then motioned for her to take a seat on the counter. It was more of a habit than a conscious order; After years of living in the Assassin world, he was practically a pro at cleaning up battle wounds.

“Hat,“ John said, pointing towards her hat.

(Y/N) sighed, quickly taking it off and placing it on her lap.

John stepped closer, examining her eye under the light and pushing her hair back into a ponytail.

“Ouch!“ (Y/N) flinched away from John, giving him a bewildered look.

John frowned slightly, catching her chin in his hand, and shooting her a look of warning. 

“You’ve got some pretty bad swelling,” he said in a low voice, letting go of her face and pulling on a pair of hospital gloves. “What happened?”

“Let’s just say, I’m a bit… rusty,” (Y/N) let out a pained puff of air, squinting as John began to clean the debris from various places on her face.

Rusty, huh?” John laughed slightly, less amused than appalled, meeting her gaze with his own. “You look like you got hit by a tank.”

“Well, I guess you would know,” *(Y/N) japed. “You seem to be the expert on that… getting hit by motor vehicles, I mean.” 

John smirked to himself (a small, barely visible thing), ripping open a sterile package of suturing supplies, fishing out a curved needle and some thread.

“This is going to hurt a bit,” He said, searching (Y/N)’s eyes, silently asking permission to continue the process of closing her wounds. 

There was a sternly implied, “Stay still,” in his words. 

Yup,” (Y/N) nodded hesitantly, nibbling her lip, and bracing herself for more pain. “Do your thing, Papa John’s.

John frowned to himself upon hearing (Y/N) call him by one of the more bizarre nicknames the girl had given him over the years: Papa Johns.

(Y/N) let out an impish smile, in an attempt to distract herself;

Usually, John was gentle enough where she could barely feel him patching up her wounds… But, sometimes, especially with the nastier wounds, a hint of John’s naturally heavier touch would break through in the form of an overly brisk movement. So, of course, (Y/N) would flinch or jerk away in pain… and then John would scold her (more out of worry than genuine annoyance), and they would get pissy at each other for a bit, and eventually continue on with what they were previously doing. 

Somehow they’d both end up taking a deep breath, usually at the same time, and eventually wander back to bed where they would fall asleep next to each other, if not completely tangled up in one another.

No Name - Dylan O’Brien (Smut)

Song: Hellberg - The Girl (JPB Remix)

Rating: MA (17+ for Explicit Content)

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 3,648

Warning: Public Sex, Oral, Unprotected, Edging, NSFW


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Genji x Preg!Reader

So small context. I was gonna do Genji and child reader. Buuuuut I felt like doing a different kind of fluff?

Reader is implied Female.

100% SFW

As you lay in bed you groan slightly. Six month’s into your pregnancy with your Cyborg lover. And he was out late training…again

Looking at your holo pad’s clock. It was 2:30 in the morning

Getting up and carefully making your way carefully across your room and into a robe before leaving your room and down the overwatch training area

“Come at me! Dont hold back!” You heard Genji yell

“Alright kiddo. Get ready” he was training with McCree of course. If the voice wasn’t an indicator the loud gun shots made it obviously

You walk in and when a opportunity arises you make your move

“Genji Shimada! Weapons down now!” You yell causing both the men to drop there weapons in fear

“Ah. My love. Why are you out of bed?” Genji asks trying to play it off

“Getting you” you say leaning against the door frame “Jesse its past your bed time?”

“Righto Ma'am” he says giving a hat tilt and a look of good luck to Genji before leaving

“My love. You should get back to bed. You need all your strength”

“I am fine. Its you im worried about. You haven’t slept in three days. You work and take care of me in the day and train at night…im worried about you Genji”

He sighed a little. His mask was off.

He was clearly under stress. His eyes had bags under them and he had the hints of similar facial hair to his brother. Although at this point it was just peach fuzz

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” You ask wrapping your arms around him tightly

“I-I…It’s just. Im worried about my clan finding out about you. The baby. Our family. What if they use you two to get to me” he says holding you as close as possible “I need to protect my family”

You smile putting a hand on his cheek “Genji. Your a one man army. We both know that. But what could the remnants of the shimada clan do against not only you but all of overwatch” you smile as he kisses your forehead

“Yes but…”

“No buts Genji. You need sleep. So lets go back to our room. Have some tea. And cuddle. Please” you ask giving him the puppy eyes

“Hmph. Very well” he chuckles pretending to be upset about it.

“aishiteru” he says softly lifting you up

“I love you too Genji.

A Matter Of Time

So hey, in honor of valentines day and bunch of headcannons I couldn’t draw out, I wrote some fiction! \(8u8)/  Shoutout to @hybridshadowz and @fkingcaramel for helping, yall are gems <3

This will be a good few chapters long, so give me any feedback ya’ll want! ^u^ Happy early valentines day~

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Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader
WARNING: Drug use, smut, and all around general rudeness.
He’s been known to take pictures with people that don’t remember having even met him, but the ones he left you were different.

It was already afternoon by the time you woke up on Sunday. Panic set in suddenly when you realized you weren’t in a familiar bed, but subsided fairly quickly  when you spotted your suitcase in the corner and remembered that of course you weren’t, because you were in a foreign country. You’d come to Jeju by invitation of Chaelin to celebrate her 25th birthday. The two of you had been inseparable during the two years she’d lived in Paris on her own but hadn’t seen each other very much since. She would always stop to see you when she was traveling nearby for work, but it was hard for you to make it to South Korea very often. There just wasn’t time for it in your schedule or money for it in your wallet. However, when you opened the priority envelope from her a few weeks earlier with an invitation and a plane ticket, you dropped everything.

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Santa Baby


Originally posted by minghaon

Member: Jun
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 457

Spending the holidays with Jun every year was pretty great. You were always happy to see the glint in his eye as the two of you walked up and down the toy aisles, picking out stuff to donate to the children’s hospital. He was such a compassionate person, and this time of the year when gift giving was very important, he couldn’t help but go all out to make people’s days brighter. He never asked for too much for himself, he just wanted to give to others. This was one of the many reasons that you loved him.

He didn’t just buy toys for the children's’ hospital, though. He insisted on dressing up as santa and hand delivering them to each child with care on Christmas Eve. He looked a little silly with the red suit and giant fake beard, but your heart still fluttered in your chest as you watched the way he smiled and hugged each kid as he gave them their presents. Each present was carefully wrapped and tied up with ribbon, and all of the papercuts you got wrapping them vanished from your thoughts as you saw how happy it made the sick and injured kids that had to spend christmas away from home.

It was always a long and exhausting day delivering gifts, but there was another tradition that began once you got home later that night. It all began with making some hot cocoa and sipping it in front of the fireplace, sharing quick chocolatey kisses. It usually ended much less innocently.

The heat from the fireplace warmed your bare skin as you locked eyes with Jun, whose santa suit has been completely discarded at this point, except for the hat, which was haphazardly sitting on the back of his head. His mussed hair covered his forehead and his cheeks were quite rosy, only not from the cold outside. You held onto his wide shoulders as you rose and fell in his lap, small noises of pleasure falling from your lips. In between his own heavy breaths, he made some kind of crass comment about sitting on Santa’s lap, but you chose not to encourage his humor and pretended not to hear it.

Afterwards, the two of you held each other close under a blanket, bare skin still pressed against bare skin, basking in the afterglow. You whispered little words of love to one another, giggling and pressing soft kisses to each other’s faces. However, you were interrupted by the sound of church bells outside, signaling that the clock had just struck midnight.

Jun looked up as he listened, and then turned back to you with a warm smile. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck.

“Merry Christmas, Jun.”

- Marcy

Chapter869: Zorobin and Luffy-Nami

Chapter 869 was very controversial, due to the scene between Sanji and Nami, mistakenly considered as a possibility that the Sanji-Nami couple is the real one; but that is not the case. We will speak after about this, here. First, let’s see the cover of the episode: the woman on the right is the only woman present, and she has a skirt similar to Robin’s skirt at Dressrosa. Also,she is the only one having two flowers on her poncho: the flower is Robin’s symbol and 2 is Zoro’s number. It is also to be remembered that Bartolomeo, with his green hair and the fact of being the second in Luffy’s fleet (the first is obviously the straw hat crew), is a reference hidden to Zoro.

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PJO and Co at Hogwarts

Fifth Year

  • Frank shows up to the train in the ugliest assortment of muggle clothing anyone has ever seen but oh my god Frank did you spend the entire summer at the gym?
  • Percy has earrings?
  • “Piper pierced my ears.”
  • “Mine too!” Hazel cries, showing off the small stones in her ears.
  • Jason should be in the prefect car, but he conveniently forgets to go
  • Reyna promised like two weeks ago that she’d fill him in on anything important he missed.
  • They all pack on to the train, and Annabeth pecks Percy on the lips when he tries to trip her.
  • “Hang on a minute- Annabeth what the fu-” “SHHH there are first years right over there Jason good lord!”
  • “Who would have thought these two would be going out though?”
  • A dozen hands go up, including Annabeth’s as she smugly trips Percy in revenge.
  • Annabeth falls asleep in Percy’s lap on the train, and because of that they managed to fit four on the floor
  • Nico’s hair is grown way out, and he’s sitting on the floor under Hazel, facing Frank and talking about Hazel’s recent obsession with alchemy while she braids his hair
  • Will is subtly checking out Nico from behind his herbology book
  • Jason noticed, but only because Piper pointed it out
  • Leo saw a strange girl pass their car “Is she in our year?”
  • “Yeah, I think she’s a Hufflepuff?”
  • “Oh yeah, that’s Cali,” Percy whispers. “She’s a genius when it comes to herbology. Good as Grover, I think.”
  • Hazel somehow had flowers and a tiara she braided into Nico’s hair?
  • He manages to get his hat on over it, but only barely, and as soon as the sorting is over, he tucks it into his robes so he can proudly display Hazel’s handywork
  • The Slytherin prefect, Silena Beauregard, leading the first years down the hall stops to go and pat Nico’s braid.
  • Percy elbows Will in the side when he steps on a first year because he was staring at Nico
  • Jason spends the night comforting the homesick kids, and even though the next morning he almost passes out, he decides it was worth it
  • Everyone in Ravenclaw tower gets a rude awakening at four am when Nico shows up screaming at Hazel because “You put a fucking Sticking Charm on something you put in my hair?”
  • Gryffindor tower gets “I’m going to fucking murder you if you don’t get back here right fucking now Hazel!”
  • Hufflepuff is woken by a girl’s scream and “Take that motherfucker!”
  • Slytherin’s awakening was Nico screaming that he was going to fucking murder his sister for this
  • Will is the first to reach them before they disappeared again, and he yanks them apart by the necks.
  • He tosses Hazel at Frank, who appears right after, and tells him to show her to… anywhere else really.
  • Nico is still struggling to get away from Will when Will tosses him on the couch and straddles his stomach
  • Nico almost dies right then, but then Will is slowly unsticking the flowers and tiara from his hair
  • When it’s actually morning, Percy finds them sleeping on the couch, Will draped over Nico like a blanket.
  • Day one breakfast has Percy sitting at the Slytherin table in Annabeth’s lap. It becomes a frequent thing, and escalates into everyone piling onto the end of Slytherin table
  • There’s not room for all the Slytherins at their table now, and every meal is basically ‘Fight me for this chair’ ‘You don’t even have a class next I will throw you to the ground if I don’t get my breakfast.’
  • Percy and Frank still argue over breakfast, god knows over what, but it still happens
  • Nico speaks only in Italian to Hazel at every lunch. Mostly ranting about cute boys (Will) and how she should just date Frank already
  • Will blatantly flirts with Nico, but only at the worst possible times
  • Will: *starts to tell Nico how hot he looks* Nico: *is actually on fire*
  • Percy may be talented when it comes to elemental spells, but he’s garbage at the advanced transfiguration they’re doing
  • Hazel takes astronomy and meets Rachel while trying to study one night
  • Piper reluctantly tutors Percy in transfiguration, and is pleasantly surprised at how well he can focus (it’s because Annabeth is bribing him)
  • Jason and Piper go head to head in quidditch and their friends get into squabbles over who to cheer for
  • Percy cheers for Jason 75% of the time
  • Annabeth always cheers opposite of him
  • Piper is still trying very hard to keep her head down at school, but for some reason this year is exceptionally bad with people begging to see her change and show them how pretty she can be etc. and it really gets to her
  • Jason sits in an empty classroom with her all day a few times, doing whatever she asked of him and telling her why she’s great just the way she is.
  • Leo hexes people that are too rude to Pipes
  • Grover meets a dryad in the forbidden forest on one of the weekly campouts
  • “Who would have guessed-”
  • “Jason literally anyone could have guessed, just stop before you hurt yourself.”
  • “At least I know about-”
  • Piper tackles him against the wall, covering his mouth
  • It isn’t subtle at all, and the light bulb goes on for Annabeth. “You mean *whispers to Piper* Nico and Will? I’ve got money on next year.”
  • Leo runs all the betting pools. Random ones, all around the school. When will Jasiper become a thing? Is the charms professor going to accidentally make the chandelier fall again? Will the Gray Lady allow you to call her that or will she string you up from Gryffindor tower window?
  • He’s still taking the odd request for mechanized magic items, mostly things that will let kids stay caught up to their shows, and very rarely he’ll make something special.
  • He keep seeing the Cali girl, but still hasn’t been able to talk to her. She’s quiet, doesn’t have many friends but somehow he can never get the chance to talk to her.
  • Leo lives on coffee and poptarts. Where did he get poptarts? The fourth year poptart dealer from Hufflepuff
  • Nico starts falling asleep in places that Will frequently comes across. 
  • Everyone pretends not to notice while frantically trying to figure out if they can change their bets or not.
  • Piper is searching for an empty classroom to ball up in when she stumbles across the two of them making out, and instantly sprints to the great hall shouting about how Leo better get down here now
  • Frank’s bet turns out to be the best, because he subtly figured out what Will’s plans were
  • He makes a lot of money off of that
  • Still won’t ask out Hazel, even though he’s started going up to the astronomy tower with her while she’s studying, and he keeps an extra blanket on hand for the times she and Nico fall asleep in their common room.
  • Will just hauls Nico into his bed and aggressively cuddles with him.
  • And then they’re all studying every day, thinking about future jobs and classes to take
  • O.W.L.s are really soon oh dear
  • They’re in the library for hours at a time, even Leo and Percy stop skiving off to study with everyone
  • “Who needs sleep, amiright?”
  • “amyrite?”
  • “i’ve been up for three days straight”
  • “I can’t feel my face”
  • Hazel wants to become an astronomer
  • Grover wants to be a journalist
  • Piper and Jason want to play quidditch
  • Frank is interested in magizoology
  • Leo wants to invent spells and machines for the rest of his life
  • Annabeth is interested in architecture or being a mediwitch
  • Percy would like to be a wandmaker
  • Will is going to be a healer.
  • Nico’s thinking about being an auror
  • Reyna and Rachel are definitely a thing, Nico informs the table over breakfast one morning as the two arrive and sit with them.
  • They learn that Reyna wants to be a radio broadcaster- after all, she does announce at least half of the quidditch games- and Rachel wants to teach
  • Jason is the perfect prefect, and somehow manages to baby everyone while still being very strict with them
  • Grover’s girlfriend shows up in random classes, most of which Grover isn’t actually in, and talks to the ghosts or gives the teachers pointers on how to control students/do a spell etc.
  • Will spends the last two months of school begging the matron to let him intern in the hospital wing next year, and eventually he caves and agrees with conditions
  • Grover is going to visit Will’s house for a few weeks, and takes the train back with them.
  • They also try to fit Reyna and Rachel in the car.
  • Nico is on Will’s lap, Percy on Annabeth’s, Jason is lying on the floor under the bench, Frank is next to Hazel, Grover, Leo, and Piper all squash onto the floor as well, and Reyna and Rachel fit onto the bench next to Will and Nico.
  • Leo eventually opts to suspend himself in the air in the middle of the car, which helps a little bit but he gets too excited and then the heat is blasting in everyone’s face so they put Grover in the air instead.
  • the clown car is always loud, and they rarely ever get anything from the trolley, even though they all talk about wanting it. Instead they share whatever food they scrounge from their robes, which is usually squished and kind of gross but they’re teenagers and it’s food
  • “Leo you can’t just push first years around by their faces, that’s not cool”
  • “He was in the way.”
  • They all promise to get together for a few weeks over the summer, much to the horror of several parents- where will you all even fit?

first year / second year / third year / fourth year / sixth year / seventh year

heart rise above

///// CHAPTER 1

summary: It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it.

Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.


fandom: riverdale

ship: betty x jughead

words: 4.5k

chapters: 1/?

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I took my love, I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around





He will later regret saying anything. And he will want to blame Archie, desperately. Will want to throw him out of his moving car—if the car was capable of moving at all.

But really, he will blame himself. He was the one who wanted to stop. He was the one who listened to Archie in the first place.




It starts innocuously enough; he and Archie are in his living room, frantically pressing away at their video game controllers, his large floor fan blowing cool air straight onto their flushed faces. It’s still May, but the heat came early to Boston this year, and with a vengeance.

However, Jughead is too broke to touch his A/C—or, too uncomfortable with the fact that he is no longer too broke to justify the frugality that makes his life more difficult than it has to be—so he convinces himself the fan is satisfactory.

(He will also later blame the fan. And the heat. It made him delirious. Susceptible to terrible ideas.)

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a hand to hold onto- december i

When she is suddenly appointed the guardian of her sister’s three children, Lexa -flustered and completely inexperienced- has to find somebody to rent the spare room in their house. Enter Clarke, a ramshackle, kind hearted pediatric resident who immediately becomes the heart of their small household. Sometimes family can be found in the most unexpected places.

ft. three sweet but exasperating children, stressed out mess Lexa and hopeless romantic Clarke.

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8/10, 6k words.


It’s late and Clarke is bone weary from four long days of tramping through corridors too bright with strip lighting and not enough sleep, but when the knock comes on her door she looks up from where she is curled up sleepily on her bed, scrolling through her phone to see Lexa stood hesitantly in the doorway, holding two steaming mugs and smiling uncertainly.

“Oh hey,” Clarke looks up, surprised, “I thought maybe Miya had had another nightmare.”

“Nope,” Lexa raises her mugs in offering. “Just me.”“Come in,” Clarke levers herself up from the bed, shuffling over to make room for Lexa to slide in beside her. “There’s room for two, especially people who come bearing what I suspect might be cocoa.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you walk us through what happened when you met Jensen one more time now that we know she had the baby bump?:) it's fine if it's to much trouble, just really curious (:

Ok, so here’s the full unedited edition I guess of my encounter with the Ackles Family now that everyone knows she is, in fact, pregnant with fraternal twins that will undoubtedly conquer the world with their charm and good looks:

Ok, so there I am, Gwen, sitting in the lovely quaint village of Deep Cove in North Vancouver, an ocean boat harbor town that relies heavily on marinas and tourists. It’s a very quiet little spot located between gorgeous high mountain peaks near The Indian Arm.

I’m sitting, facing up the street, my back to the water, in a really awesome pizza shop called Deep Cove Pizza. I’m shoveling a second slice of Capri Pizza into my mouth when I look up from my current bout of Pokemon Go to say something to my friend coleen (who took the picture of me and jensen).

I am immediately drawn to a handsome couple walking down the sidewalk, only because the streets were somewhat empty and it was a slow Monday afternoon. At first glance I see a strong tall man in a plaid shirt and jeans carrying an adorable toddler girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a top ponytail. His hat is on and he is wearing sunglasses. His daughter is tucked neatly into his right arm so she is resting her tummy to his right shoulder. His left arm is cast casually across his midsection to cup his daughters calves and hold her steady.

His wife, also wearing a hat (but a visor, if I remember correctly) has her hair in loose pigtails (not braided, just chillin) and a pink top with horizontal stripes decorating it. The top clinches high at the chest, under her cleavage, and drapes. It was flowy, but it was still obvious she was pregnant.

So, at this point my brain hadn’t registered who I was seeing. But this is everything I can remember in that split second of observation.

I turned back to my friends to say something defending Team Valor, and then paused. I did a double take. They were still walking towards me, the two adults strolling casually down the small decline in elevation as the street slopes a bit towards the water. I try not to stare, but every fiber in my body is screaming “YOU KNOW THEM.” when It finally clicks that this is the man that I have been watching on TV since I was 7 years old, I gasp, unable to really breathe, and look back to my friends, quietly explaining who just walked by us.

“GO TAKE A PICTURE WITH THEM! IF THEY ARE THAT IMPORTANT TO YOU, GO!” My friend coleen stage whispers harshly until I finally muster the will to launch myself out of the outdoor seating of this pizza place and I jog as quietly as I can until I am caught up with them. At this point, they are across the street in front of a restaurant called “The Arms Reach” right in front of the end-of-street roundabout that is encircled by a brick pavilion and stone ledge overlooking the cove and providing a spectacular view that you see in my picture. They are approaching a black SUV that is parked in the last street parking spot in front of the restaraunt.

Now, I had to just watch, because if they were going into the restaurant to eat I wasn’t going to bother them. But suddenly jensen pulls car keys from his pocket and I see the headlights flash. They’re getting in the car to leave, they are on the sidewalk, they’re not in a rush, I don’t think I’ll be bothering them too much if I go introduce myself.

Jensen, holding a sleepy JJ, rounds the car from the back, going around the trunk to open the door behind the passenger seat. Danneel was following him, probably to help strap her in, when I reached them. I came around the car the same way they did but with a much larger berth as to not really invade their personal space, I didn’t want to freak them out especially when they had JJ with them.

“ Um, excuse me?” I was shaking in my boots 100% running on pure adrenaline and I gave a little finger wave as Danneel turned around. She had a little smile on her lips, reserved. I could tell she was sizing up whether I was going to start screaming and crying and throw myself at her husband lolol.

Danneel had an auburn eyeshadow on. I remember that clearly, which is funny.

Anyway, danneel goes “hi!”, and this makes Jensen turn around, JJ still in his hands, and I just kind of go for it. I introduce myself and say hello to all of them. “ hi JJ!” I say very gently and give her a cupped hand wave “she’s beautiful!” I tell them. Jensen smiles. Eye crinkles. I die.

Then, I pretty much: “I just, I don’t want to be a bother and I know you’re having family time, so this will be quick but I just needed to tell you that you’re all amazing and wonderful, and mr. Ackles (ues i called him Mr. Ackles LIKE A DWEEB) I’ve been watching this show since I was 7 years old, and now I’m turning 19 -” jensen gives a little snort of laughter- “God sorry not to make you feel old or anything!!!!!”- now danneel chuckles a little bit AT HIM (I die again) “but I just wanted to say you’re so talented and just thank you so much, and would you mind maybe taking a picture with me?”

So jensen says “well thank you, that’s very kind, and absolutely!” And he goes to put JJ in the carseat behind the passenger seat and leaves Danneel to buckle her in. Thats when JJ says, in the cutest little voice :“Daddy, who is thaaat?” And jensen tucks her legs into the leg grooves and just goes “oh, she’s just daddy’s friend” (again, my heart exploded and I saw jesus) Now, until this moment, I had been a little busy trying to form words, so I had forgotten that Danneel was pregnant. But then, watching her go to buckle in JJ it was once again obvious that she had quite the baby bump. Nothing huge, but she was at least a few weeks in to the second trimester.

My eyes are locked on her as jensen Ambles towards me (and yes, he really does walk bowlegged still, God save me) and he is approaching me on my left, and he removes his sunglasses and flips his hat backwards, and insists that we take the photo “so this view”- he gestures to the trees and cove-“is in the background.”

“Yah, It’s so beautiful,” I agree. “Thank you so much” and so he slings his arm around me and I’m trying not to cry and he just smells like sandalwood and Denali old Spice and I’m looking at the camera and we take a few pictures and I thank him again, i ask him to tell jared I said “Hi” and I look back at danneel who is now standing in the passenger space with the door open, smiling, waiting for jensen before she climbs into the car. I look at her belly, I look back at jensen, and he sees me stare a little bit and he goes to say something - and because I know jensens tells from years of convention panels and videos, I know he’s starting to feel a little hesitant, and just as he starts to say something I simply wave a hand and go “I won’t say a word.”

The relief on his face was palpable, and he nodded, said a thank you and a goodbye, i called after him that “BTW, MISHA IS STILL MAD ABOUT THE LIVESTREAM” (which made him laugh again) and climbed into the car. Coleen and I ran back across the street, me waving and wishing well. As soon I got to the other side of the street I started jumping up and down and running back up to our other friend Eddie at the pizza place. But soon my brain exploded and I just fistpumped and laid down on the sidewalk, thinking they couldn’t see me.

Two seconds later, the car rolled by and I saw jensen staring at me on the ground and he had eye crinkles, laughing at me. I died for the final time.

And that’s it folks. Now you know the whole story.

nostalgicexpatriate  asked:

I really want to know what you'd do with 35 (gallya obviously. Do i even need to specify?) I'll even beta this if you want ;)

35 “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Gaby hates to admit that Illya looks good in his uniform. She hates it and how perfectly it fits him, compliments his serious exterior. She hates the uniform and for a moment she even hates Illya for looking so good in it.

“You can take it off now,” Gaby points out and turns her gaze away from it.

Illya takes the hat away, throws it on a chair.

Gaby imagines rye fields in Russia, just before harvest. The golden waves under the blue sky. Like his hair and eyes. She doesn’t want to mix that Illya to this uniform.

“Just take it off,” Gaby huffs, knowing perfectly well it’s just fabric and buttons. But she fears that the medals KGB has pinned on him somehow leach through the thick fabric, change him.

His hands open the belt so slowly Gaby huffs again, frustrated and anxious.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off,” she snaps and stares at him.

She can see his posture tensing up when she gives order. But his fingers still open the belt. Then the golden buttons, one by one. He sets the pieces on the chair, neatly like he always does, and Gaby doesn’t deny that from him. Not anymore when slowly he starts to look like her Illya again.

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Trick or Treat

Part 2

Modern Au where Mor drags Feyre to a Halloween party and she just so happens to run into Rhys who is the other half of her couples costume. (It follows my other fic which you can read here.)

Word Count: 3,058

((I will most likely be continuing this. And as always I would love your feedback.))


Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9.


“Come on, Feyre, you have to go, it’s Halloween,” Mor pleads with me from where she is perched on my bed.

I swivels in my chair. I was sitting at my desk, my latest project –which was giving me hell— was sitting atop it.

The assignment was to create a life like version of an iconic character, villain, or Halloween monster.

“Mor, you know I would love to go with you, but I need to finish my project. Plus, I don’t have a costume,” I admit, to her, I tap the end of my graphite pencil on the sketchpad next to my blank canvas. I hadn’t even begun to paint, and dozens of pieces of paper littered the floor around my desk. The assignment was due on Tuesday. Three days, that’s all I had now, and there was nothing on my canvas.

I look over to where Mor was sitting on my bed. Her makeup was already done. This year she was going as Tinkerbell and Peter pan with Azriel. Her golden hair was thrown up into an expertly slicked back bun. Sparkles adorned her cheeks and her eyes were done up in golds and soft shades of green.

We had both gotten grumbles from Azriel about wearing tights.  Tights, and the fact that he actually had to wear a color other than black for once in his life. The only reason he had shut up about it was because of the fact that Mor had told him that she would take it all off for him after the party.

“Come on Feyre, Rhys will be there, and you can wear my costume from last year, you’ll look so good in it. Please?” She dragged out the word as she clasped her hands together just below her chin.

Her lips were pulled into a pout, and I swear she was giving me puppy dog eyes.

My teeth clench together. I had tried not to think about Rhys or our fateful meeting of me beating him with a shoe. He was still in town, and ended up taking up the spare room in Cassian and Azriel’s house as a more permanent residence for the time being.

I had narrowly avoided him while he was staying here, but since he moved out I hadn’t see him. I would never admit this out loud, but some nights I would wake up with those damned eyes and his tattoos lingering behind me eyelids.

Damn his sexy tattoos.

And then of course there was the time I had walked in on him in the bathroom. In my defense, I thought he was Mor. We shared a bathroom so we were always walking in on each other.

But one day, I was dying with a headache and needed to get into medicine cabinet for Advil before it turned into a migraine. I walked right in on Rhys.

The water had just been shut off when I was trying to find it—I had heard curtain being pulled back as I grabbed the bottle and poured a few into my hand.

“Sorry Mor, I was just–” my sentence was cut short then, because Rhys was the one in the shower, not Mor.

He had had a towel slung low on his hips, water still glistening on his sculpted chest and abdominals.

His chest.

Good god, it was in that moment that I had decided I found tattoos incredibly attractive. Swirls of dark color covered his chest and shoulders, then faded out in tendrils of ink down his arms.

He had smiled at me with a wicked grin.

“You could have told me you were going to join me in the shower, Feyre darling,” he had purred at me.

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Courage and Kindness: Part 2

PAIRING: au reader x Bucky Barnes 


WARNINGS: none! 

PART 2 yay!!! I’m so happy that so many of you are enjoying this very impromptu idea! I was so nervous posting Part 1, I have no idea why *shrugs* but any who, I’ve spent all day writing on this because my brain was very hyper active and I just couldn’t stop and I’m working tomorrow so I doubt I’ll be posting another part tomorrow SO TWO IN ONE DAY WILL HAVE TO COMPROMISE!!! 

Part 1   

Originally posted by place-of-torment

Time passed and pain turned to memory. In her heart, (Y/N) stayed the same. For she remembered her promise to her mother. Have courage, and be kind.

(Y/N) had grown into a beautiful woman, her radiances shone through not just in looks but in personality too. Her father loved her dearly as did the household staff; the death of her mother at such a young age made other wonder how it would effect the young girl. But you proved that light could prevail even in the darkest days. Natasha and Clint grew up by your side as well, Clint proved to be an exceptional hunter. Expertly skilled with a bow Clint had made a name for himself in the village as one of the best hunters the Kingdom had scene, although you didn’t approve much of the hunting of animals.

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Best Friends

Summary : Love is great, love is amazing. But there is something really special about your friends. They have your back no matter what, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Because they already know how to grab it and keep it.

Just a little something to make us all feel better about the impending heartbreak ^-^

Thanks @navybluewings0013 for letting me use your headcanon idea! I hope you like this :)

(also, I do not own the song Can You Feel The Love Tonight)

“That’s so not true,” Gray scoffed at his partner.

“I’m telling you it happened!” Natsu waved his arms around, thinking it would prove his point.

“The captain wouldn’t do that,” the dark haired detective took a look around the area again, they were in the middle of a stakeout. The guy they were looking for should turn up soon.

“So?! I saw it with my own eyes!” Natsu pulled on the skin under his eyes.

“Dude, Jellal wouldn’t threaten his job like that!” Gray turned to the pink haired man and growled out.

“How exactly would that threaten his job?” Natsu crossed his arms, sitting back in the driver’s seat. Having motion sickness sucked, unless he was the one driving.

“Dating a FBI agent who’s working on the same case as he is?”

“Who said anything about dating? I just saw them making out.”

“It’s Jellal,” Gray shrugged, “He doesn’t do flings.”

“Point taken,” Natsu pulled his hat down more to cover his hair, “but the case is over now. They can date if they want.”

“I guess,” Gray said, “I just never saw him with the demon of the FBI.”

“Agreed,” the detective team of Fullbuster-Dragneel had run into Agent Scarlet more than once, and it was never pretty, “Is this guy ever going to show up?”

“File said he’s normally in this area after fighting with his girl of the week, looking for a hook up,” Gray pulled out the paperwork one last time, “maybe in another half hour. His car was taken in for repossession this week.”

“Man,” Natsu groaned, “I guess I’ll miss Lucy again tonight…”

“Lucy?” Gray’s head shot up, he hardly ever heard his partner mention a woman.

“Yeah..” Natsu scratched his cheek, “the girl who moved in next to me a few months ago? She gets off at nine, I usually try to talk to her.”

“Well, well. It’s about time you found someone to be attracted to, I can’t wait to meet this girl,” Gray slapped Natsu on his back.

“Attractive?! She’s just fun to talk to!” Natsu frantically spoke, ignoring his burning cheeks, “And she’s fun to mess with and Happy likes her and I can scare her so easily and- and- and-”

“You like her.”

Natsu hit his head on the chair, “…and I like her. But she’s way out of my league.”

Gray snorted, “Who are you and what happened to my partner?”

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anonymous asked:

"I'm not wearing that" with adrinette maybe?

I almost ignored this because i have no idea what Adrinette is, now if you mean Adrienette ill explain the joke under a cut

“I’m not wearing that,” said Adrien as he nervously eyed the cat eared beanie Marinette handed to him. 

“Why not?”

“Umm I don’t like hats? Why don’t you ask Nino to wear it? He wears hats a lot.”

“I feel like the beanie will stand out more against your blond hair.”

Marinette ruffled his hair as if to prove her point. He instinctively leaning into her hand in search of head pats and scratches. She took advantage of this and shoved the beanie onto his head.

“Marinette! What if someone recognizes me?”

“No one is going to recognize you. The magic is supposed to help conceal us and no one is going to think that Chat Noir, hero of Paris, a 5000 year old mysterious super hero, is actually a model.”

Adrien pouted as Marinette readied her camera.

“Besides,” said Marinette as she planted a kiss on his cheek, “I’m pretty sure people will be too distracted but how good you look in that beanie to notice.”

About a week later picture of Adrien modeling her beanie were up on Marinette’s fashion blog. Not one person noticed the resemblance between Adrien and Chat Noir. 

I’m not doing anymore, just finishing the ones I got in the night.

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