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Can I Be Her - Part 2

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: fluff, sad, happy ending

Word Count: 1,106

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: Don’t hate me… lol. 

Part 1 |Part 2 | (Alternate Ending Here!)

~Masterlist~


You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final.

You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.

“You just going to stay there forever?” Harrison said at the edge of your bed.

“Until I die!” You voice was muffled under the comforter.

“Suit yourself” He rolled his eyes.

Harrison walked over to one side of the bed and yanked the blankets off you. He instantly covered his nose with the back of his hand looking down at your horrid state. “What died in here?!” He grimaced at the smell.

“My heart” You whined.

“You need to get over him Y/N. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”.

You knew he had a point, but how could you get over the only person you loved.

“Come on then, lets get you in the shower”. 

Harrison picked you up like a baby and entered your connected bathroom. He told you to raise your arms to proceed taking off your shirt. “Turn around” He motioned. You slowly turned not caring if he was about to see you bare and naked. He felt him remove your bra slowly pushing in down your arms. Your bare back now facing him. “You can’t bottle this all up Y/N. You have to let me in at some point” He whispered in your ear. He continued taking your shorts and underwear off. He also removed his shirt and shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

He stepped in the tub sitting down before pulling you down on his lap. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water. You nuzzled your head on top of Harrison shoulder.

“Thank you” You whispered closing your eyes.

“Your welcome darling” He kissed your hair.


You were finally able to pull yourself together with the help of Harrison. He was the only one who could bring back the old you. The only thing missing was to get his two best friends to make up. You still haven’t spoken to Tom, which Harrison kept trying to get you to contact him or just talk to him even if it was for a mere second.

“At least talk to him!”.

“Why? I have nothing to say to him!” You flailed your arms around.

“I can’t keep watching my two best friends fall apart over something so stupid!”.

You were taken back. That hurt way more than you thought. You stared at him in shock.

“You think my heart being broken is stupid…” You muttered.

“W-what no no no that’s not what I meant. Y/N your feelings are not stupid” He approached you quickly. He embraced you in his arms reassuring you.

“I just can’t face him right now Harrison. Please tell me you understand that”.

“I do. I get it okay. You just need time okay” He nodded.

“Yeah” You nodded as well.

“How about we go out to take your mind off this. You need it more than ever” He smiled at you.

“That sounds great actually” You breathed out.

Harrison took you around New York to your favorite pizza place, and your favorite park.

“It so peaceful” You breathed in the air watched all the people go beyond their days.

“It is isn’t it”.

“Harrison thank you for this” You turned to face him.

“It was nothing rea-”

“No not this. I mean thank you for being there for me. For getting me back to my feet” You smiled gratefully at him.

“I’d do anything for you” He shook his head.

“Come on now there’s still lots more to do” He held out his hand to which you took and stood up as well.

“Where are we going?” You laughed as he kept dragging your hand at a fast pace.

“Anywhere you want” He looked back at you smiling.

He continued guiding you out of the park passing New Yorkers who were in a rush. You both exited the gate proceeding to walk amongst the busy sidewalks. You were walking behind him as you past a magazine stand, when something caught your attention. “Harrison hold up” You tugged your arm back from his grip. He stopped too.

You approached the stand closer and picked up a magazine. On the front cover was Tom and Zendaya together, they truly looked happy together. Although that wasn’t enough to break your heart, it was the caption that was underneath their photo that did the trick.

Hollywood's young lovers Tom Holland and Zendaya soon to Mr and Mrs. Pg 9.

You stared at it with your mouth agape. You could feel a stream of tears about to emerge. 

“Y/N…” He spoke hesitantly.

“T-they’re…engaged?” You breathed out.

“I’m sorry Y/N”.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” You looked at him in disbelief.

“He was”.

“When!? Before or after their wedding?”.

“You have to let him go Y/N”.

“How do I do that!”.

“You find someone else”.

“Like who” You shook your head.

“Someone like me” He whispered.

“Harrison-”.

“No you just listen, okay? I love you Y/N L/N. You are the best thing I that has ever happened to me. And yes, I was somewhat hurt when you told me how you felt about Tom, but I love you. I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart over someone who doesn’t deserve you. Tom doesn’t love you Y/N I do and I always have”. He finished with a sigh.

You stared at him in shock. How come you’ve never noticed it before. It was never Tom, it was Harrison all this time.

You took a step forward and cupped his cheeks pulling him down for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

“What would I do without you” You muttered. Your forehead touching his.

“I don’t know…but all I know is that were going to be okay. You’re going to be okay” He gave you one more tenderly kiss.


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Kiss and Dash | Part 2 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: It all starts when the reader kisses Peter Parker for a dare then runs off but it really spirals out of control when Spiderman takes revenge with his own kiss and dash. Is it possible that a simple dare could lead to the unveiling of New York City’s youngest superhero’s true identity? Because not all people kiss the exact same… right?

Author’s Note: I know this isn’t an update to Double Take but I promise that’ll be the next fic I post. I’m currently out of town (this post is scheduled) so I’ll be answering all the asks and messages I receive when I get back. Once again I’d like to say that inspiration for this fic came from this one and as always feel free to send me requests or let me know if you want to be tagged in my future fics

Important Notice: I want to hold a contest to celebrate my recent gain in followers and one of my wonderful followers suggested I do a writing contest. Here’s a link to the ask she sent me with more info. If enough people message/like/reblog/reply to it I’m going to do it. Please let me know if you’re interested so I know if I should do it!

Word Count: 1969

Fanfiction Masterlist | Part 1


(Y/N) had kissed him.

She actually pressed him against the lockers, and kissed him.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N), his best friend who was relatively timid and shy, stormed into the boy’s locker room, pinned him down, and kissed him.

It was literally, all Peter could think about. He couldn’t tell you what happened in school that day because he was too busy playing the kiss over and over again in his mind. The warmth that seeped through his collar where she grabbed him. The feel of her soft lips against his. The sweet taste she had left behind and the sparks that fizzled all over his body at the fact that she had just kissed him!

And Peter couldn’t understand why. Well, he had an idea of what it meant but he wasn’t really in the mood to dwell over the fact that he might have a crush on one of his best friends.

(Y/N) had never been the type of girl who, well, walked into boy’s locker room and kissed someone. Not only that, but kiss someone fiercely. Peter never thought that (Y/N) had an aggressive bone in her body before this, but that kiss certainly raised some questions to the matter.

“C’mon Peter, bro,” Ned said, snapping a finger in front of his face. “Snap out of it! You’ve been acting like a zombie all day!”

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Love and Trust Part 1/2 (Lafayette x BritishSpy!Reader)

Requested By: @lunettedisdemonsa

Summary: After you decided to support England in their fight against the colonies, you sign up to become a spy. After being sent to the colonies to discover Washington’s battle plans, you never thought you would meet a group of four men that would change your life. Who knew you would fall in love along the way?

Time Period: Hamiltime

Warnings: Implied smut, but it is not graphic at all, I mean I feel like no one will pick up on it.

Words: 4286

A/N: Hello!! I am finally done writing this part and ready to post it, and guys I am super excited for you to read it! The moment I read the prompt I knew I had to write this. This is part one out of two, so let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next (and final) part. To the user who requested this, I hope this is what you wanted, I’m sorry for the wait, and I hope you all enjoy. Have a fabulous day!!

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From a young age you there were two things that you believed would always be true. The first was that England would always be your home. It was the place you grew up and you always thought it would be where you would grow old with your family. The second was that you and your brother would be best friends, never separated.

Unfortunately, the second thought was rudely ripped from you. When the colonies declared war on England, your brother enlisted right away. He wanted to protect his country and his family. Although you begged and pleaded with him to not go, he still departed anyway, but before he left, he promised you that he would return safe and sound.

Weeks later, there had been no word from your brother, and you were extremely worried. However, during that time you kept yourself busy and stayed strong. It wasn’t until a nervous looking, young man stood at your door holding an envelope did you finally break down.

Inside the envelope was a letter from your brother’s commander, stating that your brother had been shot in battle and died honorable. He offered his deepest condolences, but that wouldn’t bring your brother back. From that point forward, you promised yourself that you would as much as possible to support the cause your brother had so valiantly fought for.

At first, you worked with other woman and raised money to send to the troops, but that wasn’t enough. In your mind, you felt like you weren’t doing enough. It wasn’t until your heard some soldiers talking about spies, did you get your inspiration.

You headed to the local enrollment station and told them that you wished to be a British spy. It came as a surprise when they nodded and took you to a back room, to fill out the necessary papers. Not long after, a man in uniform came to give you your instructions.

“On behalf of the King’s army, I want to thank you for your service. However, you do realize the danger you will be in?”  he asked you, seriously.

You nodded. “Yes, I do, but I don’t care about the risks I want to do whatever possible to help England win the war. I want to honor my brother.” you explained.

The commander listened to your explanation and when you finished, he began to give you more details.  

“You will be sent overseas to the colonies, and once there, you will pose as a nurse in George Washington’s army. It will be your job to gather any and all information on strategies for upcoming battles.” 

You nodded to show your understand and curtsied before the man left. From there, you were giving papers that contained your information, a small sum of money to use in the colonies, and a ticket for a ship that was New York bound.

The next day, you stood on the ship and watched England fade into the distance. It was the only home you had ever known, and here you were leaving it all behind. However, you kept reminding yourself that it was for a good reason. You looked up at the sky and prayed that your brother would protect you for what was to come.

When the ship docked in New York, you first took notice of how busy everything was compared to England. After checking into the nurse’s station at General Washington’s army, you walked around trying to find a good place to start your mission.


You stood in the local patriot bar, glancing around nervously. Although you felt prepared, you were scared that you would let your brother down. After just staring off into space for a good few minutes, you shook the negative thoughts from your head and walked around.

All you needed to do was find a soldier who could easily let slip General Washington’s plans. As you glanced around, most men drinking looked solemn and most likely wanted to be left alone. That was when you spotted a group of four men havening a grand time, like the war wasn’t going on.
“Perfect.” you thought.

You made your way towards their table and “tripped” in front of them. Their attentions were immediately drawn to helping you. The man closest to you offered

“Mademoiselle, are you alright?” he questioned, his French accent thick.

“Uh…” you muttered, looking into the eyes of the incredibly handsome man in front of you. Quickly, you regained your composure, remembering your cover. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is a beautiful mademoiselle like yourself doing here?” he asked, feeling the dame pull towards you that you felt towards him.

“Well, I’m a new nurse for General Washington’s army. I was looking to introduce myself, but most men here don’t want to be disturbed.” You explained, not letting yourself slip on your story.

“In that case, please join us, Mademoiselle…” he trailed off, silently asking for your name, as he ignored the looks from his friends.

“(y/n) Smith, and thank you Mr.…” you introduced.

“Oh, je suis désolé. My name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette.“ he laughed at your reaction to his long name. “but please call me Lafayette.” He told you as he offered you a seat at his table.
“Miss (y/n), these are my friends: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan.” Lafayette pointed to each man as he named them. “Mon amis, this is Miss (y/n) Smith.”

“Miss Smith, you have a very prominent English accent, yet you are working with us rebels?” Alexander asked, looking at you suspiciously along with Hercules.

You could feel your palms becoming sweaty, but you remained cool and collected. “I am from England, but I ran away from home. I didn’t agree with my parent’s views, so I came here to offer my help to the Revolution.” you lied, giving a sad look to make your story more convincing.

The boys looked at you sadly until the one with freckles, John, spoke up. “Well we are glad to have you here.” he exclaimed, merrily.

“Yes, we will be your family, mademoiselle.” Lafayette stated, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“We’ll take care of you, as long as you help us when we get wounded.” Hercules chuckled, and Alexander offered you a comforting smile.

A smile graced your face and a warm feeling filled your body. These four men had just met you and they were willing to take you into their makeshift family.

“Snap out of it (y/n).” you thought. “You have a job to do.” You scolded yourself.

The night wore on and you laughed and had a great time with your new friends. It was the most fun you had had since the war started. Eventually, John had drunk a little too much.

On the walk, back to the tents, John stumbled around, a happy drunk.
“(y/n), o’ beautiful (y/n), give me a good night kiss?” he pleaded, leaning closer to you, lips puckered.

“Maybe another time, John.” You giggled and pushed him back towards Alexander and Hercules.

The two men wrapped an arm around John to support him. “We should get him back to the tents. “Hercules sighed.

“I’ll finish walking (y/n) back to her tent!” Lafayette exclaimed excitedly, as he linked your arm through his.

You bid Alex and Hercules a goodnight and thanked them for their kindness. A comfortable silence fell between you and Lafayette until you reached the outside of your tent. You turned to face him and smiled while looking into his beautiful eyes.

“May I see you again, (y/n)?” he asked and you felt your heat skip a beat.

“You may, Monsieur.” You smiled and he appreciated the attempts of using his native language.

“How about a good night kiss?” he asked, mocking john.

To his surprise, you stood on your toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You whispered a goodnight and rushing into your tent, leaving behind a dazed Lafayette. That night, you laid in bed, only thinking of the Frenchman who had stolen your heart.


The week that followed, was one of the best of your life, despite being in the middle of a war. You were able to get closer to Lafayette and his friends, but mainly Lafayette. Most of the time you forgot you were supposed to be collecting vital information for the British.

You were give a harsh reminded after your first check-I, when the British officer asked what you had learned, you meekly told him nothing.

“That’s not why you are here!” he yelled. “You’ll have to do better for next time.” He warned and left.

You waited a few minutes and then left so as not to raise suspicion. It seemed like you would have to steer the conversation in a more military direction.

Once you arrived back to camp, Lafayette looked relieved. “Mademoiselle, where have you been?” he inquired.

“Oh, I was just taking a walk.” you lied, nervous he would see straight through you.

“Next time, S'il vous plaît, tell me and I will accompany you. It is not safe for a woman to be walking around alone. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you and I could have  prevented it.” he admitted.

“And you’ll never forgive me if you find out where I really was.” you thought bitterly, but responded. “Of course, I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s really sweet.” you told him with a flirty smile.

The next time you and the boys were all together wasn’t for a few days. They were all stressed out, especially Alex, being the General’s Right Hand Man. You were also stressed out between tending to dying soldiers and trying to steal battle plans.

The five of you were sitting in the same bar you met, talking about nothing in particular when you brought up the topic. “When do you think the British will attack again? It’s been quite a while, and I’m getting nervous.” you said, innocently.

“Not sure.” John answered through a mouthful of food and you sighed.

“But don’t worry,” Hercules added. “We’re planning to sneak up on their nearest camp by crossing the Hudson River from the south.” he explained and you smiled internally.

Later on, everyone left leaving and Lafayette alone. You failed to notice the sly smirks that Alex, John, and Hercules gave Lafayette as the walked away.

“(y/n),” he started looking quite nervous, but grabbed your small hand in his larger one. “I understand this may be incredibly forward, but I so enjoy your company. You are so beautiful, and kind, and intelligent,” he complimented, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes like they were the stars in the night sky. “Would, um, would you give me the honor of allowing me to court you?” he finally asked.

You looked at him with the brightest smile, so take aback by his confession. you took his hand and squeezed it before answering. “Of course, Lafayette, I would love that.” you squealed.

He beamed at you and went in to hug you. You, on the other hand, had a very different idea. You placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed him on the lips. It was pure magic, like fireworks were going off in your mind.

When the two of you pulled away for air, you blushed. Neither of you said anything. You just smiled and curled into Lafayette’s side. That is where you stayed the rest of the ight until he walked you back to your tent. Before leaving he gave you a chaste kiss and whispered,

“Bonne nuit, mon amour.”


A few days later, you and Lafayette were going strong as a couple. Of course you had to endure teasing from the boys, but you could manage. It made you happy, something you hadn’t been since before your brother died.

Unfortunately, you had to go into town and report any information you had gathered. This time you remembered to let Lafayette know of your whereabouts.

“Lafayette, I’m heading into town for a walk.” you informed him, poking your head into his tent.

“Alright, mon amour. I shall accompany you.” you stated and stood up.

Instantly, you began to panic. “No! No! Um, I mean, you don’t have to. I know how busy you are.” you collected yourself and smiled sweetly.

“Nonsense. I want to, how you say, taking a stroll with my love.” he stumbled with his accent.

“Okay.” you said meekly, as you let him guide you to town.

When the two of you reached town, you tried to get away from Lafayette, but he wouldn’t let  you out of his sight. He even bought you a rose saying, “A beautiful rose for mon belle amour.”

You blushed but mumbled, “Merci.”

It wasn’t until he went to buy a pastry to share with you, were you able to get away. You took the familiar path and waited in the alleyway behind the local church. It wasn’t long before the British officer arrived.

“What did you find out?” he asked coldly.

You swallowed before responding. “Washington is planning to take his troops up the South of the Hudson River to attach the nearest British camp. There will also be troops surrounding the camp, in case you decided to retreat.” you deluged.

“Good, thank you for your service. Report here, next week, same time.” he commanded and you nodded to show your understanding.

Both of you were about to leave when you froze. A very heavy French accent was calling your name. Lafayette was looking for you and his footsteps were fast approaching.

You knew there was no possible way the British officer would be able to live in time. You turned to him quickly. “Hit me! Make it seem like you’re going to attack me.” you whispered hurriedly.

Right as Lafayette rounded the corner where you were, the officer smacked your across the face resulting in a loud SMACK. You cried out in pain.

“Stupid girl!” the officer shouted. That will teach you to not go against an officer of the King.” He raised his hand, and you braced yourself for another blow but it never came.

Lafayette had grabbed the officer’s hand, and was now glaring at him dangerously. “Don’t you dare touch her!” he growled and the officer scampered away.

“Mon amour, are you alright?” he asked, caressing your face gently.

You nodded, slightly shaken by the recent events, despite you ordering them to occur. Lafayette took the time ot pepper your face with kisses, but was mindful of your still stinging cheek.

“Let’s get back to camp.” he whispered, helping you to your feet as you had been knocked down by the force of the blow.

The two of your reached camp and Lafayette kiss your hand farewell once you told him you were going to lay down.


Lafayette smiled at your sleeping form and kissed your forehead before heading out. He made his way to his tent where Alex, John, and Hercules already were.

“Mon amis!” He greeted and took a seat among his friends.

“Been gone a long time with (y/n), eh Lafayette.” John teased, nudging Lafayette in the side.

Lafayette’s face turned red before exhaling. “We went into town and (y/n) had a run-in with a British officer. I simply stayed with her until she fell asleep.”

Alexander and Hercules sparked a look of skepticism that did not go unnoticed by Lafayette. “What is it, mon amis?” he asked looking worried.

“Uh, it’s nothing, Laf.” Hercules states, but Lafayette didn’t buy it.

“Non, non, what is it? Does it have to do with (y/n)?”

“You could say that.” Alexander mumbled, letting out an “ow.” after Hercules jabbed his elbow into Alex’s side.

“You’re making me nervous, please tell me.” Lafayette pleaded.

Alexander sighed and looked at the floor. “Hercules and I don’t think (y/n) is who she says she is.” he admitted.

Lafayette looked shocked at the accusation made by his friend. “You think she’s…” he trailed off.

“We think she’s a British spy!” Deciles said, tired of everyone beating around the bush.

“That’s ridiculous!” Lafayette shouted, not even being able to fathom the idea of you being a spy for England. “I don’t know what evidence you think you have, but I don’t want to hear it!” he shouted.

At this point, you had waken up and went looking for Lafayette. You stood outside his tent, overhearing what he said next.

“I don’t care because I know ether. I trust my heart and I can listen to what it’s telling me. It’s telling me that (y/n) is the one, my soulmate. I love her.” he confessed, glancing around the room at his friends.

“Of course she’s your soulmate, Laf. The two of you are perfect together.” John smiled, trying to diffusion the tension.

You chose this moment to make your presence known. All eyes were on you as you spoke, “Do you really mean that, Lafayette? You love me?”

He turned to look at you, eyes wide. “I, if, yes.” He admitted. “I love you, (y/n).”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you took small steps towards Lafayette. “I love you too.” You confused and a huge grin spread across the Frenchman’s face.

You took the last few steps towards the man you loved. As soon as you were close enough, you wrapped your arms behind his heck before you smashed your lips against his in a mind blowing kiss.

By the time the two of you pulled apart, Alex, John, and Hercules had left, leaving you and Lafayette alone.

You stayed at him with such passion and love, to which he returned the gaze. Lafayette brought you back into a kiss, this time leading you to his cot. Once the two of you were sitting down, your watched to remove his uniform jacket and shirt, never braking the kiss. “Wait, wait, (y/n). We have to stop.” Lafayette panted. “This isn’t right, we aren’t married.” he explained.

You shook your head and looked into Lafayette’s eyes. “I don’t care if it’s proper. I love you Gilbert and this is what I want. As long as you do too.” You reasoned, kissing his lips quickly but softly. “I do too.” he admitted, searching your face to make sure his is what you truly wanted. When he found no signs of discontent, he kissed you heatedly again and laid you down on his cot.


Later that evening, Alex and Hercules were talking amongst themselves.

I know Laf thinks otherwise, but there is something extremely suspicious about (y/n).” Hercules admitted.

“I agree.” Alex said. “She is extremely kind, but she seems to be too in involved in Washington’s strategies. I can only think of one reason as to why that would be.”

Hercules sighed. “Perhaps we should give her the benefit of the doubt and trust Lafayette’s feelings. After all, she does make him happier than he has been in a long time.” he suggested.

Alex didn’t look convinced. “Maybe she is just as passionate about the Revolution as we are. Let’s just give her a bit longer to prove our suspicious wrong.” Hercules explained.

“Okay.” Alex mumbled, not truly convinced. He would give you to the benefit of the doubt until he saw an opportunity to prove otherwise.


When the sun peaked through the tent, you opened your eyes, wrapped in Lafayette’s arms. You smiled and snuggled further into his chest as you felt him tracing patterns on your back.

“Morning, mon amour.” he whispered and pressed a light kiss on your neck.

You shivered. “Good morning.” you turned to face Lafayette, tucking back the curly hair that fell in front of his face. “I love you.” you told him.

“Je t'aime aussi.” he responded, gazing into your (y/e/c) eyes.

After spending a few more minutes enjoying each other’s embrace, you got dressed, ready to face the day. That day, you and Lafayette were together as often as possible. His hand on the small of your back, brushing fingertips, longing gazes. None of these actions went unnoticed by the guys.

This lovey, dovey attitude continued on for the next couple of days. You felt closer to Lafayette than you had ever felt to any one else. You loved it.

Eventually, you came down from your high and remembered you were basically living a double life. You knew you couldn’t keep fooling Lafayette; you had to get out.

You had seen how passionate these men were about the Revolution and you couldn’t hold them accountable for your brother’s death. You had found friends and a family, and true love. You only hoped your brother wouldn’t be disappointed with you wherever he was.

The next time you had to check in with your officer, Lafayette was busy. Although you knew he didn’t approve, you snuck out of town and made your way to the alley behind the church.

Wen the officer approached, you took a deep breath. You knew what you had to do.

“What are Washington’s latest tactics?” he asked gruffly.

“They believe they can win against England, but they aren’t prepared. Meet them at Yorktown and you will active huge success. Then, you can retreat to the Chesapeake Bay where they have abandoned their camps.” you lied and prayed that he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Thank you for your service, Miss. You are doing a great honor for your country.” he saluted and left you to your thoughts.”

Once you were sure that the British solider had left, you turned around, prepared to head back to General Washington’s camp. What you weren’t prepared for was seething Alexander, standing mere feet from you.

Instantly, a ball of nerves settles in your stomach. “What if Alexander had heard you talking to the officer? What if he went back to camp and told Lafayette?” These thoughts swirled through your mind, until you decided to play the innocent card.

“Alexander, what are you doing here?” you asked him, sweetly.

You knew that that was the wrong route to take, when Alex glared at you even further. Slowly, he took menacing steps towards you, and for every step he took forward, you took one backwards.

“How dare you?” Alexander screamed harshly, as he pointed an accusing finger in your face.

“I know it looks bad, but I can explain. You see-” you began.

“You can explain?!” he mocked. “There is nothing to explain, (y/n), if that even is your name. You are a traitor and that is that.” he yelled.

“Alex, please, listen to me. My name is (y/n), although my last name is actually (y/l/n). Anyway, you have to believe me, I’m not giving away General Washington’s plans. I-I lied to him, to throw the British off.” you hurriedly tried to explain.

“Do you actually expect me to believe that?” he spat. “I can’t believe we trusted, I can’t believe I trusted you. I can’t believe Lafayette trusted you! He loves you! Was that your plan the whole time? Lead him on, get the information you needed, and break his heart when you left?” Alexander questioned, now only inches from your face.

By this point, tears had began to stream down your face. You never expected things to work out like this; it’s not like you wanted to get caught.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. you didn’t dare breath and the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“Leave, (y/n).” Alexander commanded finally, his voice low.

You looked up from the ground and started at the man in front of you, wearing a confused expression. “Wait, what? Y-you-” you stuttered, trying to understand what was going on. If you were to be completely honest, you had thought these would be your last moments, before you would be dragged away to be executed.

“Leave.” he repeated, but this time sounding more dangerous if that was even possible.

“But I thought-” you were interrupted for what felt like the millionth time.

“I should be turning you into to Washington, you traitor.” he spat. “You should be arrested and executed for your crimes, but I’m going to give you one chance to leave. It would kill Lafayette if he knew he had fallen in love with a British spy. It will hurt him to see that you just vanished, but it’s better this way for him. You don’t deserve him, but because he loves you I’m going to give you one chance to get out of this country.” Alexander explained.

“And if I see or hear that you have come back, I swear that you will be tried for your crimes.” he threated. “Do you understand?”

You nodded and quietly. There was a part of you that wanted to stay, to stay for Lafayette. However, you saw Alexander was deadly serious on his threats. You sprinted all the way back to camp where you avoided being seen by your friends. Quickly, you packed a small bag and ran again until you reached the docks.

After waiting in line to buy a ticket, you stood on the dock, waiting for the ship to accept passengers. The tears you had been holding in fell as an officer on the ship took your ticket and let you aboard.

About thirty minutes later, the boat was ready to leave New York and sail off to England. You stayed above deck and watched the shore become a faint outline in the distance. Just a memory of true happiness. A memory you would never be returning to.

When We Collide (Part 11)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

”Okay so, how about this one?”

“Oh no, Holly no…. Too beige colored it makes your hips look bigger than necessary.” Luke replied with a glass of bobbly champagne in his hand, eyes scanning her body and his feet tapping against the marble floor to the beat of the background music.

You looked up from your papers with a huge sigh sincerely wishing that you could be anywhere else than stuck with those two in some kind of small expensive shop a few streets away from your office building.

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You’re Safe Now

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Of course you can, Nonnie <3 I’ve never been in this position before; i’ve been blessed with a loving family, but if you are, please please please get help. This is not okay.

Prompt: “Can I request a Raph/reader where they met on a roof when she ran away from her abusive foster home? He ends up keeping her until he could convince April or Casey to adopt her?”

Word count: 1155

Warnings: Swearing, mention of abuse, suicide, rape and drug use

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


You wore a pair of faded old jeans and a plain grey baggy shirt. You hadn’t even taken a shower, and you did not put on an ounce of makeup. You grabbed a worn out black oversized jacket to cover yourself with even though it was warm outside. You made conscious decisions lately to look like less of what you felt a male would want to see. You wanted to disappear.

This life is not what you had in mind. You didn’t enjoy the evenings, when they both were home. When they both drank, and smoked and turned themselves into the monsters they kept deep within. They’d use you for their own gain, and they’d let their friends go at it as well. They’d hiss insults and curse you out for doing the simplest things. You wished your social worker hadn’t left you with these demons, but when they heard that a heart surgeon and his wife wanted to foster a teen girl, they jumped at the idea. Not many teenagers from your old home got fostered, so it was a rare occurrence that someone was actually seeking for one.

Sure, you had releases from this torture: friends, work, the gym, food, but they all came to an end, and you were back to square one. Walking was one way you had found that kept your mind at ease, to keep you from hurting. You would walk for days if you could.

Making your way to the roof of the apartment building you stayed in, you wrapped the jacket tighter around you, feeling like eyes of people were on you at all time. Again, this isn’t the life you wanted, and today marked the second year you had been living like that, and you silently celebrated in your head when you remembered. Not many people could live for this long, in those conditions. Suicide was always an option for you, but you had too much to live for. You dreamed of a house in the Hamptons, with a full-time job and a beautiful family, everything you haven’t had in your short life.

You’d sat on the roof for God knows how long, just staring over the city. New York was your home, and had been since you had been born. You weren’t happy here, anyone could see that, but what could you do? You were still a minor, and you had no way to contact you social worker.

The police was never an option; not when one of them joined in with your foster parents fun.

You’d felt yourself fall asleep, but didn’t do anything to stop it. It’d been months since you had a good night’s sleep. You didn’t even wake when you heard the giant slam, and felt the shake under you. Someone or something had landed on the roof, but you didn’t move. You just laid there. 


Raphael’s patrol had been the west of the city. Nothing had really happened, he just beat up a few thugs. So, he went to his favorite roof (it had the best view of the city) and intended to relax for the rest of the night. He’d had an easy day, but that intention disappeared when he saw you lying on the ground on the roof.

Not knowing what to do, he edged towards you cautiously, his gaze on you at all time. You were obviously alive, you moved too much to be dead.

“Hello?” you let out a small squeak, turning slightly to get a better view of the person, but their giant figure covered all the moonlight, stopping them from being seen.

“Are ya alright?” muttered a gruff voice. Male. He had an accent: Brooklyn.

“Is anyone really ‘alright’?” you turned again, leaning the back of your head on the ground and stared up at him. It was obvious he wasn’t a serial killer, and if he was, he was a bad one for asking if you were okay.

You heard him huff a little bit. Raphael narrowed his eyes at your face. Bruises, cuts, dark circles. He concluded that you looked like shit.

“Who did this ta ya?” he motioned to your face, kneeling down next to you. There was no use lying to him, you couldn’t be bothered to fight anymore. You’d given up.

“My so-called foster parents. But hey, it’s okay. 2 years of this shit and I’m still alive.” You laughed slightly, your voice croaky and scratchy. Raphael didn’t laugh, he didn’t say anything, just stared, feeling his body well up with hate and anger.

“Yer comin’ with me.” He stated finally, after long moments of clenching his fists together and breathing heavily. They shouldn’t be allowed to be ‘parents’, they deserved to be beat up and locked up.

You didn’t say anything, you just licked your dry lips and began to stand. You didn’t know who this man was, but you didn’t care. Where he was going surely wouldn’t be as bad as the life you had with those devils.


“April please, she ain’t gonna cause ya any trouble, she just needs help.” You listened to the man, now you know as Raphael who is also a mutant turtle, talk to his other human friend. Of course you were shocked when you found out, but it was New York, you’d seen worse and weirder. You were more surprised to find out he was a teenager, like you.

You heard April mumble to him, and Raphael give her thanks. You were sat on the couch in April’s living room with a mug of hot chocolate. You hadn’t had one in months, and it felt so good.

April, the beautiful woman you’d seen on the news when passing the TV in your apartment, came into the room, Raphael following behind her.

“Yer gonna be in April’s care. D’you know when ya can go get yer stuff?” you nodded shyly, sipping the chocolate goodness before smiling slightly. You’d already tried to argue with Raphael about staying with someone else, but you’d given in when he stared at you with those pleading green eyes.

“Uhm, they- they go to work tomorrow at 2. We could go then?” April nodded, smiling at you and sitting opposite. Raphael stood against the doorframe.

“Okay [Y/N]. Yer safe now, yer with us, yer new family.” That’s something you’d never heard before, and it was like a bomb was going off in your heart. Raphael truly had a beautiful soul.

Landslide: Part One

                                             SUMMARY:

Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

When a tragic accident happens in the heart of your hometown - you’re forced to go back to the countryside you’d sworn to forget. In the midst of your world turning upside down you find yourself in a state of panic when the familiar face returns in your life, Dayton White. From the time you were young he was labeled in your mind as the man who got under your skin, with the past brimming to the surface - will you be able to fight off the landslide of love?

Word count: 3,804

Notes: Cursing, Character Death, Funeral

Let me know what you think! :) if this gets to 100 I’ll maybe do a part two. :)

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Healing Touch

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Gabriel Novak, Balthazar Novak, Hannah Novak, chatty portier.   

Pairing: Destiel AU

Warnings: Innocent state of undressed, innocent touching, flirting - nothing but fluff and cuteness here y’all.   

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: I am not sure I am completely over my writing/posting hiatus but here goes. It has also been way too long since I have written for my babies <3 Thanks to Jay aka @i-dont-know-how-to-write for yet again giving me an excuse to write Destiel. It is done for her Cutie Challenge and my prompt is At First Sight (after I pleaded with Jay if I could change it).

I kept parts of it really close to the movie, while other things are completely spun out of my own mind. I borrowed a bit of dialogue which I do not claim any ownership off.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @deansleather for betaing this big ball of fluff for me :D

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Castiel was stressed. Running an advertisement business with his two brothers and sister after their dad left it to them was hard work. Balthazar and Gabriel didn’t take the work serious, at least not in Castiel’s opinion. They liked going out and finding new clients and coming up with new groundbreaking ideas, but doing the hard work it was to keep the ones the company already did have happy bored them. So Castiel and Hannah were stuck with all the hard work.

Long days at the office and even longer nights at home were starting to weigh down on him. Castiel sometimes wondered if he was even happy doing what he did. He had wanted to design houses when he went to college, not crunch numbers fighting to keep his father’s business afloat because his brothers liked spending more money that they earned.

It had taken Castiel almost collapsing in his office one afternoon before he started listening to his sister, who had been telling him for months to take a vacation at the very least. Hannah knew he wasn’t happy at the New Heavens. She knew this place never was his dream. It was hers and as much as she appreciated his help, she wanted her brother to be happy. The buzz and noise of New York never made him happy and New Heavens was nothing but stressful to him.

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The Greatest Man

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: can I request a steve imagine based on Sia - the greatest? I can’t stop listening to it x.x. Requested by Anonymous

Word Count: 1,387

Warnings: Language (maybe)

A/N: Hope you’ll like it :)

Originally posted by acklesjpeg

Uh-oh, running out of breath, but I
Oh, I, I got stamina

Your POV

There was this man running through the park. He was so fast that he could have run away from his life. And perhaps that’s what he was trying to do. You saw him every day on your way to work.

You liked to take a moment to appreciate the fiery colours and the glowing ball of orange fire that came peeking over the pale blue morning sky.

When he ran past you, the runner sent dust flying everywhere. You followed him with your eyes before you left, ready to serve coffees and pastries to unhappy, hurried customers.

You knew exactly who he was. Only one man had the stamina to run that fast. Captain America.

Captain America was loved by all. The media saw him as an allegory of freedom and strength. Women thought he was a perfect gentleman, a heart of gold with an ass that won’t quit. Kids adulated him. He was their role model, an unpretentious superhero.

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When I Collapse

Bucky x teen!Reader (platonic)

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Summary: when life is getting too much for the reader and she feels she’s going to collapse, Bucky is there to hold her.

Word Count: 1489

Warnings: mentions of depression, angst, lots of crying, fluff

AN: inspired by that video of Sebba running into the crowd to hug that fan, and he kind of bounced her while he was carrying her. This may or may not have A LOT of my own life reflected into it. By the way, this is strictly older brother kind of Bucky. No romance. Enjoy 💛

I exit the school with my heart in my throat and my teeth clenching down on the insides of my cheeks, a habit I’ve had since I can remember, and a telltale sign that I’m trying not to cry. Keep it together.

I round the corner of the school field and spot the clean black car parked by the sidewalk. I hurriedly walk to it and open the door. My driver, Nathan, greets me with a smile. I offer one in return, but it physically hurts to force my lips to turp upwards. Not when I want to do the exact opposite.

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10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [2/10]

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Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, mentions of Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,637
Requested: Yes! By all of you guys xx 
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name

Natasha sat down during lunch the next day, ready to get her French study session over with. She was looking for a little additional help and Clint, the new kid had volunteered his time to help her out. She glanced around the library and quickly spotted his sandy blond hair. “Hi.” She greeted, putting her Prada backpack on the chair next to her as she took a seat opposite Clint. “Do you mind making this quick? Peter Quill and Gamora whats-her-name are having a very dramatic public break-up on the quad… again.” Nat gushed, grinning at the thought of it before taking in Clint’s appearance. She was surprised to see that Clint was actually attractive, unlike some of the tutors at Stark High School. 

Clint snapped out of his dreamy gaze on Nat and nodded. “Oh, yeah, um, okay.” He flipped through the French textbook he had gotten just to spend time with Natasha. “I thought that we’d, um, start with pronunciation, if that’s all right with you,” Clint suggested, looking up at Nat to see what she thought. 

Nat scrunched up her nose, smoothing her red hair behind her ears. “Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.” She joked, giving Clint a smile that she didn’t realise had him stunned.

“Well, uh, there is an alternative,” Clint said, thinking quick on his feet

This caught Nat’s attention as she sat up straighter in her seat. “There is?”

“Yeah, French food.” Clint smiled. “We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?” he suggested, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Wait a minute,” Nat requested, letting out a light laugh. “Are you asking me out?” she asked rhetorically before cooing. “That’s adorable. What did you say your name again?” she asked and Clint’s smile fell. 

“Clint.” He told her. “Listen, I know that your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class-“

Natasha’s ears perked and she exclaimed. “Oh, wait a minute. Clive…” she began.

“Clint.” He corrected in a mumble.

Nat ignored it. “-My dad just invented a brand new rule. I can date, so long as my sister does, too.” She informed him, smiling at the clueless boy. “The problem is: my sister’s a particularly hideous breed of loser.” Nat spat out, rolling her eyes at the very thought of Y/N.

“I noticed she’s a little… antisocial sometimes,” Clint said, not wanting to agree with Nat, as he didn’t even know Y/N. “Any reason for that?”

Nat sighed, dropping her shoulders into a shrug. “Unsolved mystery.” She mused. “In fact, Y/N was way popular a while ago. Then, one day, out of nowhere, she got sick of it or something and totally changed.” Nat frowned.  “But I’m pretty sure she’s just unable to interact with other humans.” She poked fun at her older sister.

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Valentine Hearts

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language, Blood
A/N: Hey guys hope you enjoy this even though it’s nowhere near Valentine’s Day lol

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You weren’t really mad about Peter having to miss out on Valentine’s Day. You knew he had responsibilities, being a superhero of course, and just cause it was supposed to be a romantic night didn’t mean criminals just took a break.

“I’m really, really, really sorry, sweetheart,” Peter said breathlessly through the phone, which made you think he was swinging through the city. “I know it was supposed to be special-”

“It’s fine Pete, honest,” you insisted, frowning at your reflection in the mirror, being all dressed up and ready to go out. “We can celebrate another day. By the way, what did I say about calling and swinging at the same time?”

“I believe you said, ‘it’s like texting and driving, you’ll end up crashing’-OOF” you heard a groan, then he was back, “Wow, yeah, I should just listen to you from now on. I just wanted to call you so you wouldn’t have to wait up on me.”

You smiled at his thoughtfulness, beginning to tug some of the bobby-pins out of your hair carefully. “Be careful, okay? If you need some patching up, I’ll be awake.”

“Hopefully not,” he grunted again and you heard his web shooters make a noise as he swung from another building, a horn honking in the distance. “Sorry! Aw shit, I gotta go. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” you sighed and hung up, shaking your head. What you were going to do with that boy, you didn’t know.

You placed your phone on the table next to your bed, finishing taking out the pins and deciding to get dressed in comfy pjs, knowing you wouldn’t feel like going out and seeing couples everywhere.

Besides, you had an important math test tomorrow, so it wasn’t a total loss that Peter had to cancel. You could cram a few more hours of studying and hopefully get a better grade than you would have if you went on the date.

“Good idea, Y/N,” you said to yourself, quickly grabbing some shorts and one of Peter’s sweatshirts that you stole a few months ago, getting changed quickly so you could get started on studying.

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What Hurricane Sandy Uncovered

It was 2012 when Hurricane Sandy hit the Northeast United States. New York City was fixated on a dangling crane in midtown Manhattan. Weird stories and photos circulated the internet and social media. Most notably, a picture of a shark on the flooded front lawn of a New Jersey home. One of the more disturbing picture I saw was of a casket floating down an empty street. I’ve searched high and low for a copy of that photo more to prove my story than anything.

Caskets floating away during a flood aren’t a new thing believe it or not. In New Orleans, the problem of airtight coffins popping out of the ground because of heavy rain fall became so bad most graves are now either lined with concrete or built above ground. Before Sandy, this phenomenon was unheard of in the state of Connecticut. I never saw it personally mind you. I just saw the picture I mentioned and a few stories from patrons at the bar I used to work at. Problem is, drunks aren’t exactly known for their honest story telling.

The story I’m telling you took place the day after the hurricane. The bar I work at is located on the outskirts of Waterbury, Connecticut. My boss called me and asked if I could go check out the place and make sure it hadn’t been damaged or looted. I said I would on the condition that I could drink for free when I got there. He agreed (Not much choice. He was flooded in) and I was in my truck and on the my, figuring I’d spend my afternoon relaxing at an empty bar.

There’s something creepy about a city the day after a storm. Major roadways are abandoned. Street lights are out. One major intersection I had to go through simply had a stop sign stuck in a Home Depot bucket in the middle of the road instead of it’s usual working stop lights. The power was out so most of the houses I passed were pitch black. Pure silence with the exception of my truck’s engine and the country station I was listening to. Only one word came to mind at that moment. Apocalyptic.

I pulled into the strip mall were the bar was located. I locked up and moved towards the glass front door. The neon sign outside had been broken in the storm. “McKinley’s Gin Mill” was written in hunter green gothic type on yellowing plastic. The break in the sign was in the top left corner were an Irish caricature grinned over a mug of beer. With the top left part of his head missing the single remaining eye made his smile seem more sinister than sarcastic.

I opened up and flipped the switch. The lights stayed off. Powers out signs broken, but I couldn’t see any other damage. I grabbed a green Jameson bottle along with a portable IPod player we kept under the bar and made my way into the adjourning room. The way McKinley’s was set up was as soon as you walk through the front door you’re in the bar room. The room had wood paneling, and was decorated with photos, posters and signs scattered on the walls. Across from the bar was a 5 foot gap in the wall that lead to an area with a big screen TV, pool table, juke box, and a few tables. I put the bottle on one of the tables and set up my IPod. I enjoy solitude for the most part and the idea of drinking a bottle of Irish and listening to music while improving my pool game was welcome compared to how I usually spend my nights. Noisy 20 somethings taking Instagram pictures and comparing how drunk they are. I put my “Chill Out” playlist on and set up the table.

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Difficult Dodger- Sebastian Stan One Shot

*This imagine was lost and has been reposted*

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

Prompt: Sebastian dog-sits Dodger while Chris is visiting New York. When you meet Sebastian with Dodger, you believe the dog is his and he rolls with it.

Word Count: 1200

A/N: This kind of came out of nowhere. I hope it’s okay.

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Sebastian sat on the park bench and let out a long sigh. Chris was doing press interviews in New York this week and, being the good friend he is, Sebastian offered his cast mate a place to stay at his home. When Chris mentioned bringing his dog, Sebastian thought nothing of it-believing Dodger would be fairly obedient and easy to handle-and, boy, was he wrong. Dodger was hyper and seemed to despise him. The dog would listen to everyone, except for Sebastian. He also found it fun to chew on everything the Romanian owned. Even Chris had commented that he had never seen Dodger like this-as he continued to laugh at how his pet destroyed his friend’s shoes. To Sebastian, Dodger was difficult and his only goal was destruction. The dog wanted to explore the new city-and pee on everything too.

It was a bright, sunny day in the summer of New York; therefore, Sebastian decided to take the dog for a walk while Chris was being interviewed. The moment Sebastian picked up the blue leash, Dodger was jumping up and down, clawing at the door-ready to leave. Sebastian made a note to himself to replace the door that now had bite and scratch marks covering the bottom corner.!It took some struggling, but they eventually ended up at the park. The Romanian gave up with the dog and settled on a park bench, allowing Dodger to run around as far as the leash would allow.

“Dodger, calm down. You’re acting as if that’s the first squirrel you’ve ever seen.” Sebastian tried to shush the dog as he spotted a bushy tailed squirrel on the grass. Dodger tugged on the leash, all while barking at the animal. The squirrel scurried up the tree, safe from the obnoxiously persistent dog. Dodger whined, before distracting himself by rolling on the grass.

“Is this seat taken?” A voice asked from beside Sebastian. He took his eyes off the dog and onto the owner-you.

“No.” He shook his head in reply. You smiled and sat on the opposite side of the park bench. You pulled out a book and began to read, oblivious to Sebastian staring at you. His focus was shifted to Dodger as the dog saw a duck cleaning its feathers in the pond, splashing in the water.

“Dodger.” Sebastian grumbled, clinging onto the leash tightly as the dog tried to run off again.

“How long have you had him?” You asked quietly and he turned his attention back to you. He was about to correct you that this really wasn’t his dog, but the sudden urge to impress the pretty girl sitting beside him was too good of an offer to pass up.

“Not very long.” He explained simply.

“What’s his name?” You questioned.

“Dodger.”

“Like the team.” You laughed lightly. You closed your book and called to the dog. Dodger was quick to respond to you. He went over to you and greeted you with a lick to your hands. You smiled, petting him gently, “Other than the hyperactivity, he seems like a good dog.”

“He is.”

“Is he a mix?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian smiled as he saw you quickly fall in love with the dog, who liked the attention you gave him, “Do you like dogs?”

“I love them. My landlord doesn’t allow pets, so I can’t have one anymore.” You replied.

“That’s a shame. They’re a man’s best friend.” He stated.

“They really are.” You said, giggling slightly as Dodger tickled your hand with his incessant licking. Sebastian swore he could listen to you laugh forever-it was like music to his ears.

“I’m Sebastian.” He introduced, holding out his hand.

“Y/N.” You looked at his hand and smiled, “I would normally take it, but they’re covered in dog slobber.”

“Right.” He laughed, “I’m sorry, Dodger’s a messy one.”

“He’s a cute messy one. His owner is just as cute too.”

“Not as messy though. I don’t have a drooling problem.” Sebastian stated.

“I would hope not.” You said and Dodger began to bark again, seeing a bird fly overhead.

“Dodger, you big oaf, shut up.” He said, but the dog kept barking, “He believes he’s a hunting dog.”

“I think he’s just special.” You smiled, “Dodger, hush, buddy.” You cooed and the dog reverted his attention back to you.

“You must have a magic touch because he never listens to me.”

“Maybe all he needs is some training. You did say you haven’t had him that long-maybe he just needs some more time to get relaxed.” You shrugged.

“I’d like to think that you’re magical instead.” Sebastian said, “That way, I’ll have a proper excuse to keep you around.”

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll stay; partly because I’m in love with your dog.”

“I will try to not be offended by that comment.” He replied, “So, what do you say we grab dinner sometime? How does tomorrow work? I’m free all week.”

“Tomorrow is just fine.” You smiled.

“Sebastian, what are you doing here?” A voice asked and Sebastian turned to see Chris standing a few feet away from them. He took off his sunglasses and Dodger barked happily as he got closer.

“Chris, what are you doing here?” Sebastian fired back at his bearded friend with terrible timing. A horrified feeling began to creep up in his mind. He knew his friend well and he knew that Chris was not smart enough to shut up. This is why his wingman was Anthony.

“I came to grab some lunch at the taco truck when I saw Dodger. I didn’t know you took him to the park-he loves parks.” Chris turned down to his dog and began to pet him, “Don’t you, Dodger?”

“Chris, shouldn’t you be going? You know, that interview you were talking to me about earlier?” Sebastian tried his hardest to hint at him to go away.

“No, I just finished it.” He stated and looked up from his dog. When Chris finally realized you were there, he turned to Sebastian-who was all but glaring at him. He let out an uneasy laugh, “I think I’m going to get that taco now.” He awkwardly backed away and Dodger whined from his real owner leaving him again.

“So,” you started, unsure of what to say. The Romanian looked to you with a sheepish smile, “Dodger isn’t your dog?”

“No, I’m sorry. He’s Chris’. When you starting talking to me and believed he was mine, I just went with it.” He explained, “Please, don’t let this affect your decision to go out with me.”

“Do you really think I’d be so low not to go out with you based upon a dog?” You asked with a laugh.

“Well, no. I just-”

“It’s fine, Sebastian. I’m not mad. It’s pretty funny-and cute actually. Just don’t lie about something so silly again.” You stated playfully, “As long as I get to see this little guy again, I’m fine.”

“I promise I won’t lie again. As for Dodger, I don’t know how often he’ll be out here, but I can always ask Chris to bring him if he’s going to be in town.” He smiled, finally at ease, letting the truth come out and overcoming that awkward barrier successfully.

Lockdown (3/?)

“Maryse,” Magnus said, greeting her when all he wanted to do was snap his fingers and built a 100 foot high wall around himself.

“Magnus,” she replied, echoing his cool yet still polite tone.

“I didn’t know you were back in New York,” he continued, he was stuck here so he might as well try his best at polite conversation.

“I’m not…officially,” she added approaching him, “I came to check in on Max and got caught in the lockdown. I heard you were here and wanted to thank you properly for what you did for him. It meant a lot to our family, I’m sorry I didn’t get the opportunity to speak you when I saw you last.”

The unspoken, “when you broke my other son’s heart,” seemed to hang thickly on the air.

“Well, Max is a great kid. I’d never want anything bad to happen to him,” Magnus smiled pleasantly as he edged closer to the exit.

“And Alec?” she asked,

“I hardly think this is something I need to discuss with you Maryse,” Magnus answered crisply, after his confrontation with Alec, he was hardly in the mood for round 2.

“Magnus please,” she said, talking with her hands in a gesture he found sadly familiar, “ I don’t mean to cause offense… truly. I know things are difficult between the two of you, and that I haven’t always been the most supportive…”

Magnus cocked an eyebrow as the woman before him stated the most obvious truth he had ever heard,

“but I do hope that things work themselves out between you.” she told him, sincerity ringing clear in her voice. “Alec has always felt responsible for everyone else in his life, confined by the rules laid out for him. Trapped, really, on a path that Robert and I set out for him when he was too young to understand that it would never be what he wanted.”

Magnus listened in stunned silence, he had never imagined that Maryse Lightwood of all people would ever open up to him in such a way, least of all, admit that she had made a mistake in raising her son.

“When Alec met you, he learned that it was ok for him to break those rules, that it was ok, to want what he wanted. I’m only sorry that it took us so long to realise that too and that for so long he felt he couldn’t be open with us. You set him free from the cage that we trapped him in Magnus, and despite my previous misgivings and harsh judgements, I’m grateful to you, you saved him when he needed it the most.”

“Thank you, Maryse,” Magnus said, taken aback by the sudden turn of events and truly warmed at her words. Not that they would do him any good now…

“He does understand your decision you know?” Maryse offered as they left the room together, standing side by side in the small corridor, “He may not like it, but as head of his own people, he understands and respects that sometimes you will have to put them first, All he wants is the chance to stand by your side while you do that.”

“And then what?” Magnus challenged softly, “we suffer through this war to find peace, only to have it shattered again the next time.”

“You’re right, there will always be another war,” she agreed, unknowingly echoing his own past words, “but you need to decide what is more important to you. Taking the chance to cherish the time you could have together or letting the threat of war consume you.”

Magnus closed his eyes and dropped his head, although he knew in his heart what was more important, his head fought back with a hundred reasons why he was wrong. Standing alone in the hallway, Magnus knew that by the time he left the Institute, he had to silence this internal war for good and make a choice. Would his head win out and shore up his crumbling resolve or would his heart find the courage to fight for what he wanted.

“Alexander,” he whispered, only now truly comprehending the bravery Alec had shown when he had chosen Magnus that day, “you never cease to amaze me.”

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“So, how exactly did you trigger the lockdown?” Izzy questioned.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jace smirked,

“Oh really, I’m sure,” Izzy shook her head, eyebrow arched knowingly, “Alec won’t be happy when he finds out.”

“Look Iz,” Jace shrugged, keeping up the charade, “all I know is that neither one of them was ever going to make the first move. Thankfully, this completely accidental, and by no means pre-planned or carefully executed lockdown might knock some sense into their stubborn heads.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so,” Izzy agreed,

“Hope so what?” her big brother questioned, entering the room unexpectedly,

“That we can figure out what triggered the lockdown and fix it,” she covered quickly, frowning as she took in Alec’s tired gaze and heavy movements, “Alec, It’s late… you’re exhausted. Go get some sleep, we can handle this,”

“I’m fine,” he said, his bandaged hand moving to cover hers on the table top,

“No you’re not,” Jace cut in, “and I don’t just mean the hand…and don’t even bother arguing because we both know I’m right.”

Alec had been repressing his emotions for weeks, as much to keep them from affecting his Parabatai as it was to protect himself, but the sympathetic look in his brother’s eye confirmed that it clearly wasn’t working.

“Get some sleep Alec…and not in your office!”

“Fine!” Alec caved petulantly. If it would get them off his back for 5 minutes he’d spend the night in his room, but really what was the point? He knew when he was lying there alone tonight, a thousand unsaid words battling in his mind, that sleep wouldn’t come. “but if anything happens you come get me.”

“Sure thing big brother,” Izzy smiled, patting him reassuringly on the back as he left the room.

Malec Valentine’s Day

Magnus started getting ready early. He woke up, and mentally went over what was left to be done. The loft was mostly decorated, only a few details (like arranging candles and flower petals) were left to be done. And the bed! He smacked his forehead. He waved a hand to strip the current sheets and quilt off the bed. After drying off, he went to the linen closet, and chose a red and black set for today. He then did his makeup and nails, adding more red than he usually would, and got dressed in a black suit with a red button down, and pocket square. There was then a knock at his door.

Magnus did not know what he was expecting, but a cute delivery boy with a bouquet of roses, was not it. “Your flowers Ma-… Sir…” The boy had obviously already delivered flowers to many women, and it was only ten in the morning.

Magnus ignored the boy’s slip. “Why thank you! I was not expecting these.”

“That’s what most people say.” The boy muttered turning away.

“Wait.” Magnus said, not wanting to be counted amongst the masses. “It’s not that I think he doesn’t love me. He’s just not always one for gestures, and when he is, they are usually bigger than delivering a bouquet. This is new, and therefor unexpected.” Magnus paused. “This is a holiday about love, that doesn’t mean it’s the only time one should express it.”

The boy gave him a weird look, “I’m just delivering flowers.”

“On Valentine’s day.” Magnus nodded sadly. “Don’t worry, whatever it is that’s bothering you, things can and will get better, and facing the world with a smile, and attitude that say you don’t care how sad the world wants you to be helps.” Magnus snapped his fingers behind the flowers and reached out of the boy’s sightline to grab his wallet that had just appeared on the side table. “Here’s a tip, for going out on Valentine’s day, and dealing with gripey wives and girlfriends, not to mention, listening to my speeches.” Magnus made a face while handing the boy several folded bills.

The boy took them and turned away, as Magnus closed the door. Magnus smelled the roses and took out the note. It read: Taki’s by eleven. In Alec’s neat handwriting. Magnus shrugged and waved a hand to set up the candles, since Alec had slightly different plans. He pulled a coat on over his suit, and left the loft.

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Canadian Girl

Chapter Two

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 1161
Warnings: stereotyping of Canadians (I’m allowed, I am one)


Kennedy was enjoying the beauty of the fall foliage in Central Park, leaning against the railing of one of the many bridges texting her father when the voice resonated near her ear.

“What the heck is a Timmies, and why would you roll up its rim?”

Shrieking a high pitched, but short lived scream, she bobbled her cell phone, practically chucking it in surprise.

A large hand darted past her, snatching it out of the air, catching it before it went off the bridge into the stream below.

Swinging around, she found the same big blond man from the other day lurking behind her. A baseball cap was pulled down over his face and he was dressed to do the most horrid thing she could think of. Jogging.

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Starman

So this is something I wanted to write for the better part of the last year but never really found the right words. Now, with the anniversary just a couple days ago, I finally feel like I can post it. It’s short, but somewhat personal. It’s not really a tribute because I don’t think I could ever do this brilliant man justice, but it’s… something.

Beware, sad Magnus ahead.

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Alec didn’t think much of the music he heard as soon as he entered Magnus’ apartment.

It wasn’t unusual for the warlock to listen to something while he worked. Sometimes it was classical music, or operas, or even traditional songs from cultures long forgotten. Sometimes it was rock or metal, blasting from the magically enhanced speakers so loudly that the windows shook in their frames. Sometimes it was modern pop, things that Alec had heard playing from mundane phones or performed on the streets or in subway stations. There didn’t seem to be any distinguishable pattern to it, as far as Alec could tell. Magnus just listened to whatever music fit his mood at the time.

Alec hung his bow and quiver up in the closet along with his leather jacket, and the song ended and another began. He stopped for a moment, listening to the lyrics about a man waiting in the stars, which didn’t make much sense to Alec. Even so, he was pretty sure he had heard this song somewhere before.

He moved to the living room, where he expected to find his boyfriend. He did not, however, expect to see Magnus sitting on the floor, staring vacantly into space and clutching a handful of wet tissues.

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We have to break up... (Michelangelo)

Prompt:

   It was an unfortunate circumstance, but it was simply inevitable. College was pricey in New York and takes a long time to complete, especially for what you wanted to go for. But there was a small glimmer of hope; there was a community college in your home town that cut the completion time in half and was still accredited.

   There was just one problem: your hometown was six states away.

   This unfortunately made the possibility of a long distance relationship an impossible option. Although you would be living with family, you felt like you had an obligation to contribute to the household and would be working during your summer and holiday breaks; and of course the turtles couldn’t just hop on a plane to see you either, especially with your college being so far away. There wouldn’t even be anytime for the two of you to communicate online either; there was the time zone difference to worry about, plus the turtle’s patrols were always irregular and hard to schedule around, especially if they happened to run into a Foot patrol. Then there was the possibility of enemies finding out where you were. If they were to hack into one of your e-mails and find out where you were currently living, there would be no way the turtles could come save you. You would be putting yourself and your family in danger. There was no other option…

   You had to break up.

Michelangelo:

   You knew Michelangelo would try to joke about it at first. He did not even give you a chance to explain why it wouldn’t work before the orange-clad turtle just started spewing random facts about comic characters. For the first two days you paid it no mind; if this was his way of coping with the bad news, then so be it. You two could always have a more in-depth conversation about it all later.

   It had been two weeks after you told him of your impending move and he still would not acknowledge it. First you wanted to wait and see if he would bring it up, but the turtle just kept talking about how cool he looked doing a front flip before knocking out some Foot Ninjas. You made sure you looked annoyed throughout his whole tale of action-packed ninja moves and flips, hoping he would notice and ask if something was wrong.

   During his retelling he would look at you to make sure you were listening and knew exactly the type of look you were giving him. He figured if he ignored it, that you would stop making that face and then you would not have to talk about what you brought up days ago. Sometimes he would look back at you and cringe when the same glare was still on your face. It was one of the few things that made him uneasy; and every time he looked again, your glare seemed to get more and more intense.

   “And then…! Then…” He paused and finally caved. His hands clapped together and he begged, “Babe, please stop looking at me like that, okay?”

   “I’ll stop when you stop avoiding the subject!” You snapped, eyes shooting daggers.

   He winced at the tone of your voice and held his hands up. “Okay, okay! Fine, we’ll talk!” He grumbled and sat down in front of you, crossing his legs. “What do you want to talk about?” He asked in a bored tone.

   This seemed a little too easy. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion but straightened your back anyway. “Well…I want to make sure you’re going to be okay.”

   He chuckled nervously and his eyes looked about the room. “Of course I’m okay! Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

   An annoyed grumble came out of you as your hand rubbed your face. “Mikey, c'mon. You know what I’m talking about.”

   He shook his head and stood up, turning his back to you. “Mmmm, nope! No I don’t.” Suddenly he snapped his fingers and turned on his heel. “Oooh, I know! You mean if I’m okay with tacos being your favorite food instead of pizza? Then yeah, I’m okay with it. Even though your opinion is wrong,” that big grin forced itself across his face and he turned around again.

   Your mouth fell open in disbelief. He really was gonna do this? Again!?

   You slapped your hands on your thighs, before throwing them up into the air. “Okay, fine!! If you don’t wanna talk about it, then fine! But I do have something to say, and you’re gonna hear it! I’m leaving Mikey!! And we have to break up!” You exclaimed.

   The moment you had started yelling Michelangelo covered his head and hollered. “Whaaat? I can’t hear youuu! I got uh…wax build up!” The childish turtle started walking out of the room, still hollering. “I’m gonna have Donnie look at it, so it’s gonna take all day. You should go home and we can try again tomorrow, ‘kay?” He glanced in your direction to flash a nervous smile at you before rushing out of the room.

   "Mikey!!“ You called out to him, but he didn’t return. You wouldn’t be beaten that easily though. You had to get the message through Michelangelo’s big head. Even if that meant using the one thing he loved the most against him. You pulled out your cellphone from your front pocket, and dialed a number. "Yes, hi. I’d like to make an order for delivery.”

   About forty five minutes passed before a pizza delivery guy arrived. No doubt he thought it was strange to meet you in the alley way, all by your lonesome to pick up the order, but once he got his tip he could care less. You brought the food through the sewers, and once you got back to the lair, the other brothers were following behind.

   "So, what'cha got there?“ The turtle in red leaned over your shoulder.

   You swatted him away. "It’s not for you, it’s for Mikey!”

   "So, what, he gets breakup pizza and we don’t?“ Raph huffed.

   "To be fair, it would be easy for Raph to get a break-up pizza. If he ever got any,” Donatello teased but paused. The lean turtle shook his head and nudged your arm. “Don’t look now, but someone’s watching…”

   The smell of pizza had lured Michelangelo out of his hiding spot, but once he saw it was you holding the precious box he stayed hidden behind a wall. He would peer around the corner now and then to see if you had left yet, but for once he was upset to see you still standing there with the food balancing in your hand.

   There was an endless battle going on inside of his head. On the one hand, his favorite person was holding his favorite food just feet away from him; it was like a dream come true! However, he knew it was a trap. There were things you wanted to tell him that should only exist in nightmares.

   "Mikey, man up and get out here!“ Leonardo ordered.

   You smirked a little and put a hand on your hip, while holding the pizza box in your other hand. "Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You said teasingly.

   Leo smiled as well, and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Save me a slice.”

   You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Go.” You dismissed the other turtles, and they followed your command.

   Now it was just you and Michelangelo.

   Panic settled in as soon as his brothers started to leave. “Guys, hey! Don’t leave me alone!” The youngest begged as he slowly came out from behind the wall. “C'mooon! W-we’re brothers!”

   Donatello waved his comment away and shook his head. “Sorry Mikey. You gotta learn to face your problems on your own.”

   He whined as his brothers continued to walk away. “But! I..!” He groaned when they disappeared. “How is it my problem when I didn’t do anything wrong?” He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms in a pouting motion.

   You walked over to their dining room table, and sat down at it with the pizza. You tapped on the seat next to you and smiled at the turtle. “Please?”

   Blue eyes darted from the pizza then to you multiple times as he tried to judge the situation as best as he could. It was hard to think though with that wonderfully greasy aroma wafting through the air though. A tiny whimper came out of him before he finally gave in to the temptation.

   He was silent when he walked over, but as soon as he sat down he huffed. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”

   You smiled again, but sighed soon after. “This sucks. It really does, but…we gotta try to make the best of it. I don’t wanna leave you on bad terms. So we need to talk about it.”

   "Hm? What’d you say?“ He kept his arms crossed and barely looked at you. The air was getting tense and he did not like it.

   "Mikey,” you said sternly. Grabbing his face and turning it towards yours. You stared deep into his eyes, not allowing him to break contact.

   When he stared at you, all of the memories he had came rushing back to him. How you two met, how much fun you both had, how you knew exactly the best way to get on each other’s nerves. Now you wanted to leave all that for school and not bring him along? How was that fair? Anger, confusion, and sadness made his insides run cold.

   "D-don’t look too long. You m-might change your mind, “ He managed to choke out, doing his best to keep the tears at bay.

   Hearing him begin to choke up triggered emotions of sadness that you thought were long gone; apparently they had been drowned out by your feelings of annoyance due to Mikey blatantly ignoring the problem at hand. Your eyes became watery, and you sniffled a little. "You know I love you.”

   "Then why are you leaving?“ He groaned, hands gripping yours desperately. "There’s tons of schools in New York! Can’t you pick one of them?”

   “I would’ve done that by now if I could,” you started to explain. You have seen the giant turtle mope before, but this was just heart breaking. He had not even made a move for the box yet.

   Though it seemed you spoke too soon. A hesitant hand reached for the lid; it was as if he was debating if he actually wanted any or not. When he finally flipped the lid open his face scrunched in confusion.

   “Aw man,” He grumbled as he lifted up a calzone instead of a slice of pizza. “Great day to get your order wrong.”

   You licked your lips nervously before clearing your throat. “Actually, it’s right.”

   There was a look of betrayal on his face as his mouth hung open. He practically threw the Italian food back into the box and began to rant. “Cool! No, great! First you’re changing states now you’re changing food!” He fumbled for words for a second, “You got anything else you want to tell me?”

   You sat there in silence, waiting for him to calm down first. Just as you were about to say something he interrupted.

   “I don’t want it to be over.”

   It sounded more like a demand than a request. Despite this, you could hear his voice waver and shake and see the light that glistened off the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

   “Mikey–”

   “I don’t want you to go!” He slammed his hands on the table to hide the crack in his voice.

   You tensed at his reaction but stayed firm; you had to be strong for both of your sake’s. “Michelangelo I don’t like this either but–”

   “Then why!?” He stood so fast that he knocked the chair back. Tears were streaming down his face but he made no move to wipe them away. Only a fraction of the sadness and hurt could be seen in his eyes as he glared down at you. “Why are you leaving if you don’t want to?”

   “Because I have to!” You hollered, feeling your cheeks start to burn in frustration. It had been hard enough for you to come to terms with moving so far away; this added guilt-trip from him was not making it any easier.

   His jaw clenched and lips twitched as he tried to find something to say. Life was just playing a cruel joke on him all along; somehow he had gotten a hold of you as a girlfriend and just as things were really picking up, you had to leave. Not even for a short amount of time either, but for three years.

   “Okay. Then…I have to go with you.” He nodded his head.

   “Mikey, you can’t.”

   He held up a green finger and stared you in the eyes. “Yes I can! I can sneak into the cargo part of the plane.”

   “I’m driving to Colorado,” you argued with crossed arms.

   He paused in thought and continued. “Okay then. I’ll sneak into the moving van. And then sneak out when you get there!”

   His stubbornness was cute sometimes, but now was not the time for it. “Then where would you live for three years, huh?”

   A scoff came out of him and he gestured to his surroundings. “The sewers. Duh!”

   You raised a skeptical brow at him. “By yourself?”

   There was a slight hesitation from the turtle before he nodded. “Yes?” He sounded unsure of his answer.

   “Michelangelo,” You started, standing up and walking up to him. “Your brothers need you here.”

   He tried to wave your comment off, “Yeah right. They don’t need me.”
   “Yes, they do,” you grabbed his hands and squeezed them tightly. “You need them and they need you.”

   For a moment all he did was rub your hands with his thumbs, his eyes locked on the digits. “I need you too,” the words were barely above a whisper.

   You stared down at his hands and thought long and hard about what you were going to say next. “Well, you spent fifteen years without me. What’s three years compared to that?” When no response came out of him you motioned towards the food still on the table. “C'mon. I can’t finish that calzone alone. I know you’ll like it.”

   He looked up at you and then down at the deceitful box. “I’ll try,” he paused and then added in a slightly more cheerful tone, “but it will never replace pizza.”

   The next couple of days were not as bad as you thought they would be. Granted, Michelangelo would still refuse to talk about your impending move, but he still wanted to hang out like normal. It was nice, reading comics and watching shows as if you were not about to leave. The only thing that gave it away was he clung to you like glue. Any opportunity he had to touch you he would; if he could follow you into a room or hall he would be there on your heels like a lost puppy. It was cute until you had to go to the bathroom or turn in for the night.

   The only reason you did not get too mad at him was you understood why he was doing it. The poor mutant was just squeezing in as much time with you as he could before you left for college. Besides, you would be lying if you said you did not like the attention. Unfortunately, it had to come to an end.

   On the day before the move, you sent Michelangelo a message, telling him you had to stay home to finish packing. Surprisingly, he told you not to worry about it. Then he sent you a second message, saying he would see you tonight anyway. You sighed but figured you could stay awake for a couple of hours for him. After all, it would be the last time you see each other.

   Hours passed. Boxes were taped shut, big pieces of furniture were carefully brought downstairs and loaded into the truck. The only thing left in your room was the bed, a comforter, a pillow, a change of clothes for tomorrow, and a few necessary toiletries. The moonlight illuminated the barren walls more so than usual. A lump started to form in your throat as it was getting hard to see.

   A tap on your shoulder made you jump and turn quickly. Standing behind you was that familiar green face with a smile plastered on. You put a hand over your racing heart, hoping the gesture would slow it down somehow.

   “Why didn’t you knock first?” You breathed, trying to keep your voice down so your parents would not hear.

   “I wanted to surprise you,” He grinned.

   "Yeah. Surprise me with a heart-attack!“ You hissed before hitting his arm playfully.

   "I was kinda hoping your parents wouldn’t be home… Then I could send you off with a 'bang’.” He said jokingly, and finger gunned at you with a wink.

   You could feel the heat radiate off your blushing cheeks as you smacked him again. “Michelangelo!” You scolded him halfheartedly. “Is that why you kept following me around yesterday?”

   "Maaaaybe.” He crossed his arms behind his head and grinned. “But you know.. If you still wanna, I got a way we could cover it up!” He reached a hand behind him for a moment before pulling out a cd case. He held it between two fingers, and there was a little orange turtle drawn on the cd with what looked like to be sharpie.

   Your heart melted at the sight of the CD case. “Aww, Mikey!” You smiled and took the case from him, making a cooing noise when you noticed the hand-drawn turtle on there. “Aww! This is so sweet of you!” You got on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. You looked at he CD case but then quickly turned back to him . “But no. We might not hear them come in if we have this too loud.”

   Mikey chuckled, and waved you off. “I’m just kiddin’ babe! Mostly.” He mumbled. He glanced over at the packed boxes and frowned a bit. “Do ya think we could listen to a few songs now?“

   At the sound of his voice you nodded. "Sure, just gimme a sec,” you patted his arm and fished out your laptop. Once it was ready you popped the CD in and turned the volume down low enough for only the two of you to hear. “Are they good road-trip songs?” You asked before really listening to what the first song was.

   "Some.“ He walked over to your bed and sat down on it. "Some are just,” He fiddled with his sunglasses that were hanging off his neck. “Something to remember me by,” he smiled a little and shrugged as the first song began to play.

   It was a single by Vanilla Ice, with the main chorus being “Go ninja, go ninja, go!”

   At the sound of the song you smirked. Typical Michelangelo. “You know I’d never forget you,” You smiled, sitting down next to him.

   "Yeah…“ He said quietly and smiled again, but this time not as brightly. He looked back to his sun glasses and stayed quiet for a while as the songs played.

   The first couple songs were familiar pop songs, and you were thankful for them because they’d keep you awake for the drive. But as you got further into the list, the songs switched focus. A love song began playing, and you could see Michelangelo was concentrating on the lyrics. His eyes started to water, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep any tears from squeezing out.

   The song really was touching and you could feel your gut twist, already missing the mutant turtle. You intertwined your arms together until your hands grasped one another. You then rested your head on his firm green shoulder.

   “I love it Mikey,” you whispered, simply enjoying his company and the music that played.

   After a while, his emotions got the best of him and the tears began to flow. He clenched his eyes shut, and whimpered a little. "You… You sure there’s nothing I could do to make you stay?” His voice was squeaky, and he gripped your hand tight.

   "Not unless you got a diploma with my name on it,“ When you felt his tears fall on you it made your throat tighten. You sat up and used your free hand to try and wipe the salty water from his face. "I’m glad I got to spend time with you.”

   Michelangelo sniffled and wiped his nose. He turned his head to yours, tears still falling from his eyes. “I’m–I’m s-s-sorry. Th-they w-won’t.. s-stop!!” He tried wiping at his eyes, now frustrated that he couldn’t hold them back.

   You could not stop yourself from letting out a quick giggle, but the amusement was lost when you could feel your own tears drawing near. “W-well make them! You’re gonna make me…c-cry next!” You throat constricted with every word, forcing down the sobs so as to not alert your parents. Instead you pulled him in for a tight hug, crying into the side of his neck.

   Mikey wrapped his arms around you, practically engulfing you since you were so small compared to him. He bent his head down, and sobbed violently into your shoulder. When he stopped to breathe, that part of your shirt was soaked. He took a few choppy breaths before whimpering out. “I l-love you so much! And I always will!! Forever! And-and! Even longer th-than that!”

   You wiped at your own cheeks and nose, trying to focus on his face through your blurred vision. “I love you too!” You stopped for a second and nodded, “I-I’ll come back. As soon as I can, I’ll come back here. I promise!” You did not care if you were promising the improbable; you just wanted him to know how much he really meant to you.

   "You better!!“ Mikey held your hands tightly in his and rest his forehead on yours for a moment, before kissing you on this lips. He gave you no time to reciprocate. The kisses were sloppy and wet, and came one right after the other. Luckily for you, the turtle couldn’t hold his breath for long and had to pull back, his breathing shaky.

   You giggled under his reign of kisses and bumped your forehead teasingly on his. You sat there in silence for a minute and then looked at your door in thought. Though it would be risky doing anything but talking, what with your parents home and all, that did not mean he had to leave immediately.

   "Listen,” you spoke in a whisper, afraid your mother or father would somehow hear you. “We can’t do anything, but if you want to sleep here tonight, that’s fine.” A smile tugged at your cheeks and you nodded at your phone. “I’ll just set my alarm an hour early to give you time to head out.”

   Michelangelo gasped a little at your offer. “Yes!” He said a little too excitedly and squeezed your hands tight again.

   Immediately your hand yanked out of his grip, putting a finger to your mouth. “Shhh!” You hissed through a smile. “We gotta keep it down, remember?”

   "Oh!“ His eyes widened a little and he covered his mouth. His cheeks lit up red and he grinned. "Sorry.” He whispered.

   The rest of the night had been perfect. The two of you just sat on your bed, listening to music, and making idle chit-chat. There were a few kisses here-and-there and a couple tearful embraces. Just as you were both about to lay down and go to sleep, the alarm on your phone went off.

   You grabbed it in disbelief; there was no way it was time yet. You had not even gotten a wink of sleep! Despite seeing the clock on your phone you still ventured to the window and saw the sun peeking over the horizon. The sky was colored a wonderful yellow and purple and you could smell the moisture of morning dew in the air.

   “Guess I’m really not waking up huh?” Michelangelo’s voice cut through the silence.

   “No,” you mumbled. The realization of leaving suddenly took hold of you. You gripped the windowsill and felt another wave of tears coming. “I’ll…I’ll listen to that CD every–”

   The sound of footsteps outside your bedroom made both of you snap to attention. Michelangelo leaped out of your bed as you started to open the window for him.

   “Hurry! Go, go!” You urged him along in a whisper, waving for him to move faster.

   He stopped when he got to the window and looked at you. “You sure you don’t want to stay?”

   “Mikey,” You whined a little.

   The smile on his face put you at ease, “Kiddin’, Babe!” He stared at you for a long time and shrugged. “So…I will see you later right?”

   You gave him a weak smile and a quick peck on the cheek. “Much later,” There was a knock on your door, making your heart race. “One second!” You called out before you started pushing the ninja out your window. “Go! I love you!”     

   “Okay, okay!” He hopped onto the fire escape silently and looked at you one more time. “Love you too,” He waved and then jumped off the side, disappearing into the shadowy alley below.

It’s Going To Take A Lot

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Diesel [Kevin Nash]/OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: This is long. This is very, very long. And an AU. And horribly sappy. Merry Chrismuts, everyone.Tagging @tox-moxley…I would tag more folks but I don’t know who likes Diesel D: maybe I’m just old and pitiful. Enjoy!

[The Thirst Party Saturday entry will be up later tonight, never fear!]


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Intelligent (Jefferson x Reader)

Requested by @wonderfullyrandomhamilton

“The reader grows up with a family that thinks girls can’t do anything so she isn’t allowed to read or write or express opinion. For some reason her father is forced to take her to a cabinet meeting and someone asks her opinion and she gives it timidly but her father yells at her and Jefferson saves the day?”

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“(Name)! Get down here!”

The young woman jumped at her father’s voice as it came down from the parlor. She could hear his footsteps stomping up the home’s staircase as he advanced towards (Name)’s own room. She quickly dashed to her dresser to hide the book she had been reading.

Yes, reading was a secret (Name) kept from her family. Her father believed it was not a woman’s place to be intelligent, but that she should just stay and oversee the home and look pretty. (Name)’s mother and younger sister followed that ideal, and her older brother enforced it.

She smoothed her skirts as the father of the home slammed open the door to his oldest daughter’s room. “What in God’s name was taking you so long?” He questioned with a huff.

“Sorry, Father.” (Name) said meekly. “I was… Making sure my hair looked nice.”

The elderly politician sighed, shaking his head. “You need to learn from your mother. She can style her hair in three minutes flat.”

It took everything in (Name)’s being not to roll her eyes at that useless skill. There could be so much more to a woman besides her looks. Her father was too shallow to see that. “What was you needed, sir?”

“I need you to run out to the store and pick up a book for me.” He spoke, pulling a slip of paper from his coat pocket. “The local book store, across the street from the tailor shop. I’ve asked the shopkeeper to hold a book for me, and seeing as your mother and I are going out with your brother to see his betrothed and her family, and your sister is playing with her friend, you’re the only one available.”

(Name) nodded in understanding, walking to her father and taking the slip. “I’ll walk out with you, if you’d like.”

The girl’s father nodded. “Get your coat then. Your mother and I will be leaving with your brother shortly.” He spoke before leaving (Name)’s bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Doing as her father had instructed, (Name) pulled her coat from her dresser and left her room shortly after. Walking down the steps, she noticed her parents standing together with (Name)’s older brother, William. (Name)’s mother was brushing off William’s coat and being as nitpicky as usual.

“I hope that you have a wonderful time with Caroline and her family.” (Name) spoke, looking up to her older brother.

William nodded. “I do as well. Mr. Knox certainly can be intimidating.”

“Yes, well, being the Secretary of War to the president certainly adds to that.” (Name)’s mother mused as she linked arms with her husband, all too happy to flaunt her beautiful self with her powerful politician husband.

(Name) walked out with her family, waving to them once their paths parted. Thankful to get the chance to be alone for once, the young woman smiled as she made her way to the bookstore she had visited many times before. Without her family’s knowledge, of course.

The girl stepped into the store, breathing in the scent of ink and paper. She could see several people browsing through the isles of the store, glad to know that there were other intelligent people who enjoyed the joys of literature. Instead of going straight to the counter, (Name) wanted to take the chance herself to browse at the book spines. She didn’t get to do it as often as she would like, so why not seize the opportunity in front of her?

(Name) soon was absorbed in the many books that surrounded her as she wandered from the politics section to the science books, her brows rising as he noticed a new title among the authors that she had seen before. She reached up to inspect the book closer, but was cut off by a hand that belonged to the stranger to her right.

“Oh, please excuse me.” Spoke the stranger, his deep and yet smooth voice sending chills up (Name)’s spine.

Turning her head to the man, she took in his appearance. His skin was dark, and his facial hair added accent to his already defined jawline. His hair was a mess, and yet somehow orderly as it went out in almost all directions. His fashion sense… Well, he looked good in magenta and velvet. The cane he was carrying was just the slightest bit much, but it added to his charm.

“Oh, no sir, please.” (Name) smiled, stepping back. “By all means.”

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “No need, miss.” He replied, taking the book from the shelf and handing it to her. “I was just checking to see if my suspicions were correct. I have this book already at home.”

The young woman held the book, opening the cover and checking the printing date. “A book that was just printed last week?”

“I try to read in my spare time. Sadly I don’t get enough of it these days.” The man sighed.

(Name) chuckled. “I wish I had less free time, if you can believe it.” She sighed, flipping through the pages and admiring the sketches of different animals. “My father feels that it is only right for a woman to look pretty and not be intelligent.”

The man scoffed. “Ridiculous reasoning. A woman can certainly be intelligent and pretty.”

She smiled, nodding. “Thank you for agreeing with me, Mister…”

“Jefferson.” He answered, taking one of (Name)’s hands and bringing it to his lips. “Thomas Jefferson at your service.”

(Name)’s eyes widened. “Secretary of State, Thomas Jefferson?”

“The very same.” Thomas chuckled as he released (Name)’s hand. “And who might I have the honor of spending time with in this humble store?”

Trying to ignore the fanning color of her cheeks, (Name) smiled at the secretary. “(Name) (Last Name). And the honor is mine, sir.”

“(Last Name)… You wouldn’t happen to have any relation to a politician by the name of Nathanael (Last Name), would you?” Thomas asked with a quirked brow.

“My Father.”

Thomas clicked his tongue in distaste. “And here I thought I couldn’t like that man any less.”

(Name) smiled kindly at Thomas. “He has his faults… May I ask how you know him?”

“Henry Knox. He keeps claiming that he’s marrying one of his daughter’s off to Nathanael’s son. A merge of powers, or something along the lines of that.” Thomas explained with a wave of his hand. “Honestly, if your brother shares any of your beautiful genes, he can do so much better.”

And the red color that had once stained (Name)’s cheeks had returned. “Y-You’re too kind, Mr. Jefferson.”

“Please, just call me Thomas, Miss (Last Name).” He chuckled, offering (Name) a smile.

Returning the smile offered, (Name) nodded. “Then call me (Name), Thomas.”

The two continued their conversation, jumping between politics, science, and other types of literature that the two shared common interests. Eventually, (Name) knew she had to pick up the book her father had told her to retrieve.

“I’m really sorry that I have to leave, Thomas. Believe me, I wouldn’t want anything more than to have an actual conversation than return home to play with my sister’s hair.” (Name) smiled sadly at her new friend as she placed the book Thomas had handed her back on the shelf.

“Don’t you want the book?” Thomas asked with a quirked brow.

“I do, but I didn’t bring any money with me. I actually came to pick up a book for my father.” (Name) explained with a sigh. She walked to the counter of the store where she exchanged a quick greeting with the shopkeeper. After being handed the book her father had wanted, (Name) turned back to see Thomas watching her. “I do hope we get to see each other again, Mr. Jefferson.” She spoke before turning to leave.

(Name) only made it a yard or two away from the store before she heard her name being called.

“Hey!” Thomas spoke, walking up to (Name) with the book he had handed her to begin with. “You forgot this.”

“Thomas, I already said-”

“This gift. This gift that I’m giving to you.” He spoke, giving the young woman a smile as he handed her the book.

(Name)’s eyes widened. “Thomas, you really shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted to, so you could commemorate this wonderful meeting with something you can enjoy.” He explained with a chuckle.

“That’s… Very kind of you, Thomas.” (Name) smiled as she took the book.

Thomas returned the smile. “I do hope we meet again, (Name).”

“As do I, Thomas.” (Name) replied as she turned and walked down the cobblestone path of New York, clutching the two books to her chest as she went.


“Mother, I don’t see why I need your help. I can do my own hair.” (Name) complained as she looked at her mother’s reflection in the mirror.

The elder woman scoffed. “(Name), you’ve been invited to a cabinet meeting and you’re accompanying your father and brother. You need to look the part of a politician’s daughter.”

“Just because Mr. Knox wants to see what his future brother-in-law and his future children-in-law watch him show off in front of the president and the rest of the cabinet doesn’t mean I need to be there just to look pretty.” (Name) mumbled, hating the idea of just sitting and looking pretty for the other men of the cabinet. Of course, the idea of seeing Thomas in action did sound appealing.

“(Name), this could be an opportunity for you and your father. You may very well find a suitor interested in courting you at the meeting.” The mother tried to soothe as she pinned (Name)’s hair into place.

She already had someone in mind. Since meeting Thomas almost four months ago, she had listened to his many rantings and jokes about a Secretary of the Treasury. She also had the pleasure of meeting James Madison, a close friend of Thomas. (Name) and Thomas had grown close since they met… Quite close.

I already have someone in mind, not that Father would approve… (Name) thought as her mother stepped away to find some makeup. “Oh Mother, please. Not the makeup!”

“(Name)! The thought of even leaving the house without makeup is unthinkable for a young lady such as yourself!” Exclaimed (Name)’s mother as she pulled out the brushes and powders.

(Name) sighed. This was going to be a long day… At least seeing Thomas would be worth it.


“Need I remind you good gentlemen of something? When we were on death’s door and needy, we made a promise and finalized it with a treaty! When we were in need of money, guns, and a chance, what country provided us of what we needed?” Thomas exclaimed to those members of the cabinet and those who sat in the meeting.

(Name) sat in between her father and brother, watching as the other members of the cabinet listened to the Secretary of State.

“France.” Answered James from his seat.

“Exactly!” Exclaimed an audience member that agreed with Thomas.

Thomas nodded in return. “Thank you!” He turned back to the other members of the cabinet. “They didn’t ask for land in return! They only wanted us to assure that if they fought against their own oppressors, we would step up and lend a hand!” The Secretary of State sneered at a man in a green coat, his dark hair slicked back against his head. “But our Treasury Secretary, our dear Alexander Hamilton forgets that! Dressing like fake royalty while smelling of new money, all he does is betray the ideals of our nation that France helped us establish!”

Voices of agreement and opposition sounded throughout the room, (Name) shrunk as her father and brother joined the chorus of opposition.

George Washington let Alexander Hamilton speak his piece, and it was the exact opposite of what Thomas was saying. (Name) could feel her own blood boil in her veins as Alexander spoke of not honoring the treaty made with France. Thomas had told her of Marquis de Lafayette, how the Frenchman would speak of his friends that he made while fighting in the war for America’s independence.

Before the president could open his mouth again, Thomas interjected. “Excuse me! Mr. President, I cannot be the only one in this room who feels this way! Isn’t there anyone who wishes to say their piece? Anyone at all?”

(Name) wanted nothing more than to stand and say her piece. She could see Henry Knox sneer, her father chuckling next to her, and her brother muttering something about “That damn Southern Democratic Republican getting desperate.”

Just then, Thomas’ eyes met (Name)’s. She could see herself that he was pleading for someone to stand, and he certainly was desperate.

Washington opened his mouth to speak, but (Name) stood. Sounds of surprise and shock resounded from the room, her own father and brother looking up at (Name) shocked.

“Yes? What say you?” Thomas asked (Name) as she stepped up from her seat and away from her family.

“I say this,” (Name) spoke. “Say we do step back from our treaty with France? What happens when they win? What repercussions would we face? Not only Britain, but France could interfere with our ships in Europe! Not let us dock when we need to, lose trade opportunities, and whatever else. Are we willing to risk that?

“And another thing! Do any of you members who served with a Monsieur Lafayette truly wish to forget everything he’s done for our country just so we can turn our backs on his? Yes, I believe he is a smart man, but he put his faith in America and helped us fight for our independence, why shouldn’t we help France fight for theirs?!”

Shouts of opinions resounded through the halls, Washington tried to call for order but hardly anyone listened. (Name) met Thomas’ eyes and smiled at him, seeing his face was bright with a smile as well. She stepped to join him, but felt a hand on hr arm and yank her out of the room and into the hall.

“What in the name of God were you thinking?!” Exclaimed (Name)’s father, his face red with anger. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!”

“I stated my opinion-”

“You’ve ruined our family!! Knox’s face was so red, I thought he would burst! If he steps back on the engagement because of this fiasco, we’ll be living on the streets!!”

(Name) opened her mouth, but her father wouldn’t let her get a word in. He just kept spitting insults, and they stung enough to bring tears to the young woman’s eyes.

“My God, when the hell did my own flesh and blood think it would be a good idea to actually sound intelligent for once? Why couldn’t you be like your mother or your sister and just smile?! But no! You just had to open your mouth for Jefferson! No respectable Federalist would ever look up to us again because of what you’ve done!”

“She has done something noble.”

(Name) and her father turned to see Thomas walking towards them. His jaw clenched in anger.

“She took a stand in order to help our friends across the sea, and the fact that you can’t recognize that is just shameful. But nothing amounts to what you’re doing to her, what your whole family is doing to her!” Thomas exclaimed.

“And just what are we doing?” Seethed the father.

Thomas stepped up to the girl’s father, glaring down at him. “You’re keeping a brilliant mind trapped under hairpins and makeup! She can be so much more, but you won’t let her express herself or let her flourish into what she can be! How can a father such as yourself do that?”

(Name)’s father clicked his tongue in disgust. “As far as I’m concerned, the only daughter I have is thirteen years old and that I need to clear out that spare bedroom in my house.” He growled before storming back into the meeting room.

The young woman wilted slightly as the severity of what she had done hit her. She bit her lip as to contain a sob that wanted to badly to escape her throat.

“Shh, my dear. Don’t cry, please.” Thomas murmured as he turned (Name) to face him, gently wiping her tears away from her cheeks. “I’m so sorry… This is my fault.”

(Name) shook her head, looking up at Thomas. “No… I needed to do that, and what I said needed to be said… My father just can’t accept it… And I have nowhere to go now…”

“Not true.” Thomas spoke, giving (Name) a smile. “(Name), would you do me the pleasure of allowing me to court you?”

The girl let out a watery laugh. “Thomas, I just go disowned by my family and you want to court me just moments after?”

He laughed as well, cupping her cheeks. “Yes. You are an amazing woman, you deserve to be heard, and I intend for that to happen. But first, we must get your belongings out of that dreadful place.” He stepped back, offering his arm to (Name). “Shall we?”

“But what the meeting?” (Name) asked.

Thomas shrugged. “Washington settled on Hamilton’s idea. I’ll be angry about it later, but now I want to help get my lovely girl settled in her new home with me.”

The young woman smiled, walking with Thomas as the two left the hall. “I cannot wait to see the look on my mother’s face when she sees the suitor I brought home.”