i decided to combine them

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The only noise in the dark hotel room was that of the microwave signaling the soup was ready, and Danny’s coughs in the bedroom.

Arin sighed and stared out the window as he waited for the soup to cool. He reached for his pocket and felt the velvet box; his heart plummeted.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Dan and Arin were going to go out on the town on Christmas eve, eat at a fancy restaurant, and they would go walking, where Arin planned to get on one knee and propose then and there. It would’ve been an amazing night, but-

Another cough cut the string that was silence in the room.

Dan was sick. Really sick. Arin had to wake him up and when he did, he could barely form words. His face was pale and his bags were more present than ever, making Arin frown and sit up next to him, feeling his forehead.

Fever. Yup.

Arin snapped out of his thoughts as the spoon clinked against the bowl, and he picked it up, making his way to the bedroom.

He smiled when he saw his boyfriend in the bed, struggling to fall asleep. Adorable, he thought. Arin would’ve let him rest more, but he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday evening. He gently shook Dan’s shoulder, and leaned doen to press a kiss to his hot forehead.

Dan cracked one eye open and coughed again. He brought the comforter up to his face and nuzzled into it, trying to wake himself up.

“This fucking sucks, dude,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I ruined our night out.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We still have one more day to go out and explore.”

“Yeah, but you had to cancel dinner reservations and-” a cough, “and that cost a lot, and I had to get-”

“Dan.”

Arin’s face was stern, yet soft, and he reached a hand to pull the covers back.

“I canceled the reservation, full refund. And hey, the only important thing that matters is you and your well-being right now. Drink your soup.”

Dan started sipping out of the bowl and he giggled as his gaze fixed on the small stack of presents they had brought along. “We can still do presents tonight, right?”

“Uh, yeah dude! Are you fucking kidding me? We gotta wait until midnight, though. It’s tradition.” Arin winked at Dan and got up from the bed.

An idea struck his head.

“I…I’m going to the pharmacy, see if it’s open. They should, because they’re always open on holidays. Anyway, uh, I’ll be back. Just going to get you some medicine.”

“You didn’t forget to get me anything, did you?” He heard Dan hoarsly call.

“No, babe!” He locked the door once he was out in the hall.

~~~

Arin nervously dumped the pile of tape and wrapping paper on the counter, reaching back into his pocket and fiddling with the velvet box once again.

Of course, he made sure he brought it. Didn’t want Dan stumbling into by accident.

“Last minute wrapping?” The lady at the counter smiled.

“Y-yeah, just forgot about a present,” Arin chuckled.

“Well, we all do!” She laughed as she started scanning. Once they exchanged goodbyes and Arin had his bags, he rushed to the car and checked the time; it just turned 8:30. He had plenty of time, so why was he nervous?

Oh, yeah. He was proposing to the love of his life. He was allowed to be nervous.

Dan wouldn’t refuse, of course. They had been dating for almost three years, living with each other and still doing the show on a daily basis. They were practically married. Still, there was still a sliver of doubt that was in Arin’s mind. The fact that Dan was his, straight as fuck Dan, terrified him. What if he suddenly realized that he didn’t want all of this?

It was stupid, and Arin knew that himself. Of course Dan wouldn’t suddenly break up with Arin after years of being together.

He shook his head rid of the negative thoughts as he took out the box and opened it, making sure the ring was fastened into place. He started to double wrap it, his goal to confuse Dan on what the gift was.

~~~

Dan laughed, despite his sore throat, as he pulled out a rubber squeaking unicorn toy from a box. He flinged it at Arin, who sat across from him, making the other laugh back.

Dan balanced on the balls of his feet, and he pointed to another box behind his boyfriend.

“Forgot one,” he said. “Is that for me?”

Time felt like it stopped, and Arin struggled to nod. He reached behind himself until he felt his hand touch the box. He slowly outstretched his hand, the medium-sized box feeling empty inside.

Dan took it and eyed him curiously, then began unwrapping. He stopped after what seemed like the eightieth layer of wrapping paper, the box now the regular size again.

“Arin…” he whispered, afraid. Was it…?

“Don’t fuck with me, man,” Dan continued, feeling tears prick at his eyes. He saw the velvet lining of the box and struggled to go on.

Arin covered his face with his hands as Dan opened the box and gasped.

“Will you marry me?”

It became very silent, and Arin looked in between his fingers to see Dan hunched over, shaking and crying, clutching the box tightly.

“Dan?” Arin crawled to Dan’s side, not wanting to touch him. Was it okay? Was it too soon? What of Dan didn’t even want to get-

“Fuck, Arin, of course. Fuck,” Dan was giggling in between sobs, leaning into Arin’s touch. He held out his hand and nuzzled into Arin’s neck as he slid the ring onto his finger.

“I love you, Arin. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Danny. Merry Christmas.”

JM: hi! ask me and kookie anything! we decided to open an ask blog because no one asked

JK: jimin is embara-

JM: jimin HYUNG***

JK: //facepalm

ASK BOX IS NOW OPEN!

yorulun  asked:

Prompt 2 for Damian and Jason where Damian got a couple of cracked or broken ribs but decided to keep quiet about it because he think Tim or Dick need to be attended to first but Jason realized it somehow and confronted him about it but Damian just shrugged it off saying that he is used to it. Dami's time in the League reminded me way too much of child abuse and Jason understand that. So he agreed to keep quiet about it and take care of Damian himself. Just general bat bro hurt and comfort.

Anonymous asked: For the angst prompts please? “It’s okay. I’m used to it.” Damian and anybody? I can’t decide..

Thanks for the prompts! I decided to combine them since they were pretty much the same. Also, this somehow got really long.


There’s a knock at the door.

Jason turns over under the blankets grumpily and peers at the clock. 3:14 in the fucking morning. He’s not awake enough to answer the—

There’s a knock at the door.

Jason bolts upright, grabbing the gun underneath his pillow, because as far as he knows, nobody knows where he lives. He’d just moved in last week, and there’s no way that anybody could have gotten a hold of this address. By all rights and purposes, it should still be empty.

It makes him wary, and as he passes the living room couch, he grabs his other gun to shove into his pants waistband. Just for extra protection. Just in case.

The knock comes again, and it’s more insistent this time. “Todd!” the Demon Brat’s voice sounds from the other side. “Todd, I know you’re in there. Open up!”

God dammit.

Jason rolls his eyes, drops his gun on the kitchen counter and makes his way over to the door. Somehow, they’ve found him again. It hadn’t even been a full week, and Damian’s found him.

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Lip Sync Battle: Tom Holland

Word Count: 964

Warning(s): None

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could write a tomxreader imagine where they compete in lip sync battle? I just haven’t seen any fics about lsb and was hoping you could write one? Thanks 😋

A/N: This is the first of the two Lip Sync Battle requests I’ve gotten. And for a second I thought of combining them, but decided not to because I was being greedy and wanted to write two lip sync battles.

Note: My lovely anon didn’t give me much to work off of. So basically, instead of Zendaya performing, it’s the reader, and Tom and the reader are already a thing. So it’s a boyfriend vs girlfriend kinda thing.


“All right, that raps up the final rehearsal. You’ve really got this down, Y/N.” The choreographer said as she gave Y/N a high five.

“I really want to kick Tom’s ass out there.” Y/N laughed as she walked over to Zendaya who was on the bench in the back of the studio. Zendaya and Y/N had met on set and just instantly clicked. They had so much in common, and sson after become very close friends. Y/N trusted Zendaya with her life, and Zendaya trusted Y/N with hers.

Y/N took a seat by Zendaya and drank some of her water. “Huh, look what lover boy sent you.” Zendaya handed Y/N her phone with a chuckle. Y/N opened the text and found a video waiting for her. She pressed the play button and payed close attention to what Tom was saying.

“Hey, love. Just thought I’d send you a good luck video, instead of a text… because you’re gonna need it. And even if I still kick your arse, just know, I’ll always love you.” He said as he put his hand over his heart dramatically. Y/N let out a hearty laugh and so did Zendaya.

“He’s too much.” Y/N laughed.

“Well, at least you know no matter what, ‘I’ll always love you.’“ Zendaya quoted before Y/N nudged her gently. “Your man is hella dramatic.” Zendaya added as she picked up her own phone.

“Believe me, I know.” Y/N jested.


Y/N felt very confident in her chances of winning the battle after round one. Y/N had given quite the show, and maybe sprinkled a little of her sass on the first round. Tom’s round one had been great, especially the stage dive, but Y/N felt like she’d won the first round, but now it was time for the second round.

She got into position and before she knew it the song was starting. The number went by a lot faster than she thought. Once she had gone over the pop and lock, she felt a little relief, but she felt the most relief when the number was truly over. She hadn’t missed a single beat, and she felt very proud of herself. She walked off the stage and back towards Zendaya.

“Yay, congrats, you didn’t fuck up.” Zendaya said as she hugged her best friend.

“Oh, shut up.” Y/N laughed as they pulled away.

“Okay, now let’s see what little Holland has up his sleeve.” Zendaya commented as they watched from their spot at the back of the stage. The familiar tune of singing in the rain began to play and Tom danced out. When he said she would need the luck, Y/N thought he had something grand planned, but Singing in the Rain? Really? And then he disappeared behind the wall of umbrellas.

The music changed, and Tom walked out from behind the wall of umbrellas dressed as Rihanna, and an umbrella in his hand. Y/N’s jaw dropped as she put her hand on her head.

“Oh my God.” Y/N laughed. Zendaya doubled over in laughter at the sight before them. And just when they thought it couldn’t possibly get any  better, the “rain” began to fall and Y/N knew, she’d lost the battle to her boyfriend. Y/N practically screamed as Tom ended his number on his back. For a moment she worried he’d injured himself, but soon after realized he probably hadn’t. 


“That was seriously the most stressful thing I’ve ever done in my life.” Tom laughed as he intertwined his hands with Y/N’s as they walked to the car.

“Yeah, but you won. So the stress was well worth it. I gotta say, you really had me shook. I mean seriously. I was incredibly shocked at your moves. Hell, I had no idea you could even dance like that. What the hell? And that video you sent me this morning? Very nice touch.” Y/N mused as Tom unlocked the car and as they both climbed in.

“So you agree then, I won fair and square?” To. asked his girlfriend as he turned the car on. Y/N knew exactly what he was doing.

“I know what you’re doing, Holland. You’re not slick. But yes, I do agree, you did win fair and square. And for making admit that, I get to pick the songs all the way back to the apartment.” Y/N said slyly.

Tom let out a dramatic gasp. “Did you really just admit to my win? I’m-I’m honeslty shocked.”

“If you don’t…” Y/N nudged Tom as she searched for a specific song to play. She let a coy smile onto her lips as the intro played.

“Aww, really, Y/N?” Tom practically whined. “Of all the songs?”

Y/N rolled down the window of the car and turned the music Tom had danced to about an hour ago up.

“Oh really, Tom.” Y/N teased before she began to shout the lyrics.


A/N: Hey hey y’all. I am literally so so sorry this sucked. Like I couldn’t be more sorry. I’ve been really busy and had to push the release dates a day back because of personal reasons. Please forgive me. <3 <3

HANGING BY A MOMENT

His favorite things are the summers, because that’s when you return from boarding school, and his life becomes a lot more bright and a lot less dull.

“friendship can be an excuse. a cover for when there’s something there you don’t want to admit or you’re too scared to explore.” - gossip girl

pairing: park jimin x reader 
words: 8,653
genre: skinny!love,  
warnings: mature themes, slight angst
before: alright, so please keep in mind that this is the first oneshot I have ever written, therefore please don’t be too harsh on me. I hope I get better in time. I received two Jimin requests and decided to combine them both into one. any who, I hope this is somewhat tolerable! I apologize in advance.




Jimin’s not sure when it began.



As he watches you dance with a very inebriated yet still somehow skillful Hoseok, who insists on being a little too touchy with you (at least in Jimin’s opinion) it’s all that seems to cross his mind.



That, and the thought of how badly he wants to remove Hoseok from the current situation and instead replace the older with himself.



You both are dancing to the slower version of one of your favorite songs, one that’s permanently etched in Jimin’s mind because of your refusal to listen to anything else but the damn song the entire summer break of last year.


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Harry Hook x fem!reader || Fixing

request nr.1 with prompts #36. “ You still love her ?” , #40. “ This isn’t the guy/girl I fell in love with. “ , #41. “ You’re hurting me. ” + Harry Hook x Reader

request nr.2 with prompts #36. ” You still love her ?“ #41. ” You’re hurting me" & #28 “ I have nowhere to go.” + Harry Hook x reader ( daughter of princess Tiana) @jugheadismyking

I hope you guys still like this, I decided to combine two similar requests , so I get to finish them sooner ! ❤ Also just so you know from 13 august ( aka my birthday ) I’ll be going in a one week trip around my country and I won’t be online. I try to post some one shots every day ( if I have WiFi! ) but I won’t respond to messages or things like that, also my master list won’t be upgraded until I came back home, thanks for the understanding ! Woah this turned out longer that I planned.

THIS IS NOT EDITED ! So I’m sorry for the grammatical errors !

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT

Also this one kind of gave me an idea for a mini series which I might write after I’ll finish the requests ( which are a lot tbh )

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writing prompt list

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“ You’re sure you don’t want to come with us, (Y/N)? You’ve been going there since your were six,” Tiana looked at her daughter compassionately, knowing that something wasn’t right.

Princess (Y/N) was always the happiest when their family went to the Isle of the lost to help people there; now , the 18 years old princess, refused to go, confusing her mother.

“ I’m fine , mother. I will just skip this time,” (Y/N) smiled

Tiana shook her head, “ You refused to come last year as well, there are no more excuses young lady, ”

“ But mother-”

“ No buts. Now put that pout away, ” Tiana said kissing her daughter’s forehead, “ You will come and stay there for the summer, just like how you always used to,”

(Y/N) groaned , “ I don’t want to stay three whole months there !”

“ (Y/N), the people there need us, until they’ll be accepted into Auradon , they still need us. ”

“ Fine,” she gritted

“ Great! See you on the ship in half an hour, sweetie. ” Tiana smiled, going to pack her own suitcase, leaving (Y/N) alone in her bedroom.

The (h/c) haired girl laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew very well why she didn’t want to go there anymore.

It all started on her 16th birthday; she saw her boyfriend kissing another girl, not any girl but also her best friend. That’s why (Y/N) tried to stay away as much as she could from the isle, from them.

(Y/N) walked cheerfully along the docks of the isle, it was her birthday and as a gift, her father let her pick two of her friends from the isle and take them outside the barrier for the day.

Of course, (Y/N) knew the perfect people, her longtime boyfriend, Harry Hook and her best friend, Uma.

“ Harry, I have great news!” she said in a singing voice as she opened the door to Ursula’s chip shop, but she wanted to ate her words as soon as she saw the scene in front of her.

Harry was holding Uma on his lap, her lips against his. (Y/N)’s mouth dropped open, “ What’s going on?” she asked, trying to mask her shaking voice as much as she could.

Harry and Uma both pulled away at the sound of (Y/N)’s voice, “ Love, this isn’t what it looks like,” Harry cried panicked

“ Oh really?” (Y/N) asked sarcastically, “ Then what it is ? Is it normal for my boyfriend and best friend to kiss when I’m not here ? ”

(Y/N) didn’t wait for any of them to respond, she just stormed out of the shop and let her legs carry her away, until a strong hand grabbed her wrist, “ Just let me explain, (Y/N),” Harry’s voice echoed in her ears.

“ Explain what , Harry? That you’ve been kissing Uma while I was working my ass off to get you both of the isle today, since it is my birthday, thing you’ve forgo I assume. ”

She was planning to give them a gift for her birthday? Harry couldn’t believe, he was an idiot to ruin that and also their relationship, “ Look, I only kissed Uma because we were in a middle of an argument and I wanted to make her shut up-” Harry sighed, “ and then it evolved into something else, I’m sorry,”

“ Do you love her as you love me?” (Y/N) asked, her voice trembling, tears falling from her eyes. The pirate didn’t reply, thats when she tried to pull away, “ Let me go, Harry,” she cried, “ You’re hurting me,”

And he let her go.

-

(Y/N) whipped her tears away as she closed her eyes, trying to forget the memory. The princess got up from her bed , grabbed some clothes and threw them in a small suitcase, “ Honey, you’re ready?” her mother yelled from the other room, “ Y-yeah,” (Y/N) said closing her bedroom’s door and going to her parents.

“ Did you cry?” Tiana asked worriedly

“ No, I’m fine mom, let’s go,” (Y/N) smiled weakly, going ahead and hopping on their family’s ship.

The trip wasn’t long, (Y/N) was already used to it and in less than two hours they’ve made it to the isle, Tiana called Belle to lift the barrier and they passed through, “ Here we are, didn’t you miss it ?”

(Y/N) glared at her mother, “ Not really, but thanks for forcing me to come, ” she said bitterly

“ (Y/N)- ”

“ I’ll be fine,” she said running to the old garage that it will be her home for the summer, just like how it used to be .

-

“ They’re here !” Gil announced happily entering The chip shop

“ What are you talking about ?” Uma asked bored, sometimes she couldn’t understand Gil’s enthusiasm.

“ Queen Tiana and King Naveen with their daughter, isn’t it great?”

Uma dropped the plate she was holding, the daughter of Ursula couldn’t believe that (Y/N) , her former best friend, came back.

A smile appeared on her face but it faded quickly when she remembered the look on (Y/N)’s face when she saw her kiss Harry, “ You’re sure (Y/N)’s here? ” Uma asked

“ Yes, Captain, positive. I saw her. ”

“ Who did you saw?” Harry joined the conversation as he entered the shop, wearing his signature smirk.

“ (Y/N) !” Gil answered enthusiastic

Harry’s smirk dropped ,“ Tell me he’s joking,” he said looking at Uma.

“ Afraid not, ” she sighed, “ You still love her ?”

“ I’m not sure, Uma, ”

The teal haired girl nodded, as her eyes opened wide when she saw who was entering the shop, “ (Y/N),” she said softly, making Both Harry and Gil to turn around and see the princess holding a bag full of groceries.

“ Hi, so…these are for you guys,” she said awkwardly; Tiana made her go there herself and fix things between them and her old friend, “ Good to see you again,” she said showing a slightly fake smile.

“ It’s good to see you again, (Y/N)” Gil smiled, taking the groceries from her hands and handing them to Harry, “ I’ve missed ya,” he said wrapping his muscular arms around her.

Her eyes moved from Uma to Harry then she hugged Gil back, “ I’ve missed you too,” she said , her eyes landing again on Harry.

Slowly she pulled away, turning on her heels, “ I guess I’ll see you around,” she said running away from there, back to the garage where Harry’s eyes couldn’t follow.

“ I still love her,” Harry sighed, “ I knew it, but remember that our priority is to get revenge on Mal and her friends now, for giving us the fake wand, okay?”

Harry nodded slightly as he started to run after the princess he still loved.

“ Be back in a hour, Harry !” Uma yelled after him.

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“ Mom, go away I’m not in the mood,” (Y/N) sobbed as she heard someone entering her room.

“ I ain’t your ma’, love.”

(Y/N) recognized the deep voice and the thick accent, she cursed herself for not locking the door, “ Go away, Harry. ”

“ We need to talk, (Y/N), please, I have to get back to Uma-”

“ Then just to back to her already!” (Y/N) snapped, getting up from her bed, “ This isn’t the guy I fell in love with, ” she screamed, “ You’re just her lap dog now, aren’t you?”

Harry was at a loss of words, he never heard (Y/N) yell at him, or anyone in fact, she was always known for her friendly and calm personality. He ruined that, “ I’m sorry…” he whispered, turning on his heels and ready to go.

And she let him go.

-

“ What took you so long , Harry ?”

“ Can’t you just give me a rest, Uma ? I’m your first mate-”

“ And as my first mate you don’t get to complain, do you Harry?”

The pirate glared at her, “ No, but as your friend I do get to complain,” he said

“ What did you just say?”

Harry sighed, “ Uma ye know I’ll always love ye and defend ye, but I can’t just give up on everything for ye. ”

“ So what you chose the princess over me?”

“ I didn’t want to choose, Uma. But I love her and I can’t just let her go, not again. I hope you understand. ”

-

“ You sure about this, (Y/N)?”

“ Yes, mom. See you two in three months ! ” the princess waved at her parents as the ship started to sail.

She told them about Harry, about everything that happened and Tiana decided that if (Y/N) couldn’t make things work with her friends, then she has the right to go back home.

So that’s what she was doing - leaving ,hoping to never go back again.

-

(Y/N) assured her parent’s friends that she didnt need help with the luggage, so she went alone to grab it from the ship, but what she found there wasn’t her luggage.

Harry was standing in front of her, smiling innocently, he noticed she was ready to scream so he ran towards her and covered her mouth with his hand.

“ I couldn’t let you go this time, love,” he whispered, “ Wanna know why?” he asked even though Harry knew the girl wasn’t able to answer, “ Because I love you and you’re my home, don’t kick me out,” he said with his voice a breaking at the end.

Harry took his hand off her mouth, praying she wouldn’t scream.

“ Why don’t you go back to Uma?” she hissed

“ Because I chose you,” he sighed, “ And if you don’t want me here, I have nowhere to go, so can I stay and try to fix things with ye?”

She didn’t reply, (Y/N) just turned on her heels and left.

“ (Y/N)?” he called out for her

“ You can start the fixing by taking my luggage and come to the castle. ” was all that she said

I’ve done a few spell jars and I’m coming to realize out of all the spells I do these tend to give me a longer lasting feeling of whatever intent I put into them. I decided to combine a few of those intents into one spell jar for one big heap of energy.

HAPPINESS/PROTECTION/LOVE JAR

ITEMS:
Glass jar (it can’t be plastic for this one)
White and pink candle
Stick candle (I used white but feel free to use any color)
Lighter
Yellow Sand
Light blue sand

CRYSTALS: (optional)
Rose quartz
Citrine
I also used clear quartz for charging

INGREDIENTS:
Apple seeds - love
Basil - love/protection
Ginger - love
Rosemary - protection/love
Rose petals - love
Sage - protection
St. John’s wart - happiness

This part is really quite simple. I used color sand for color based magic. In this case yellow sand for happiness and light blue for protection.

• layer all of your ingredients inside the jar, placing your intent into each item

• add rose quartz and citrine

• seal the top of your jar by placing your stick candle in the top and melting the wax around it. This will ensure in stays stationary.

Each time you feel you need a little love, protection or happiness simply light the candle. I intend to light it each night before bed.

Enjoy!

Lapidot Anniversary Week Prompts!

Hi everyone,

Thanks so much for submitting – and voting for – the Lapidot Anniversary Week prompts!

I’m very please to announce that I’ve now got the final list of prompts for the week!

So, without further ado…

Sunday 21 May:  “Barn Mates”

Monday 22 May:  Cuddling

Tuesday 23 May:  Fusion

Wednesday 24 May:  “Feels” Day – Angst / Corrupted, Cracked or Shattered

Thursday 25 May:  First Kiss

Friday 26 May:  Confession

Saturday 27 May:  Lapidot Photo/Selfie Day

“Cuddling” was your overall poll winner in the end :D  “Angst/Feels” and “Corrupted, Cracked or Shattered” were both in the top 5, so I decided to combine them together and give people the choice of which one to go with on the day (because they’re quite similar themes that seem to go hand-in-hand really).

I’ll be tracking the tag “#Lapidot Anniversary Week” during the week of the event to ensure that everything gets reblogged.  Please make sure to put this tag on all your content during the week!  Please also feel free to tag my main blog ( @jenhedgehog ) in your content as a double-check.

Get planning, everyone - and I look forward to seeing all of your lovely Lapidot content in a few weeks’ time!

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Best Friends and Boyfriends(John Laurens x Reader/Platonic!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Originally posted by miranda-groff-diggs

Requested by: This was actually made up of two separate requests, that were fairly similar so I decided to combine them. The first one was by Anonymous who wanted either a Hamilsquad or John Laurens x Reader, so I did both. The other was a Hamilsquad x Reader, but unfortunately I lost the username of the requester. I am so sorry, but I hope that you see it.

Summary: When your dreams of becoming a journalist are almost in your reach, you push yourself to the limit; you even go as far as to neglecting your boyfriend and best friends. How can you overcome the pressure?

Warnings: There is some mention to being overstressed and anxious, but it’s not terrible.

Time Period: Modern

Words: 3000 (I may have gotten carried away, but that’s alright.)

A/N: Hello everyone! I have finally finished this and I’m ready to post. I really enjoyed writing this one, because it made me think outside of Alexander x Reader pairing. Let me know what you thought, it’s always appreciated. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day!

Becoming a hard-hitting journalist had been your dream for as long as you could remember. You were always writing everything down, and when you reached high school, you worked your ass off to get into a great college.

Once you were accepted into college, you worked even harder to make sure you got top grades. Fortunately, all of your work paid off, since you ended up graduating near the top of your class. On top of that, you were offered an internship at a large news corporation as soon as you had graduated. Your dreams of becoming a journalist were closer than they had ever been.

Throughout every up and down you had your best friends: Alexander, Hercules, Lafayette, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy. Not to mention your wonderful boyfriend, John Laurens. Anytime you were doubting yourself, thought you weren’t good enough, or just need support, they were there for you.

Lately, you had been distancing yourself from your friends and boyfriend, but it was not intentional. It was only because the boss you worked for at your internship had finally learned you weren’t an assistant only good for making copies or fetching coffee. She had started to hand you small, insignificant writing assignments, but you were honored nonetheless.

“(y/n)?” John asked, knocking lightly on your closed office door.

For a few moments you didn’t respond, but he finally heard a faint, “Come in.”

Once John stepped in, he looked around at the mess that was your office. Papers were littered everywhere, the bed was unmade, and bottles of water and cups of coffee were scattered throughout the room. His eyes finally landed on you figure, sitting down, hair in a messy bun, and bags beginning to form underneath your eyes.

“Angelica just texted me and asked if we wanted to head over to her apartment and hang out for a bit with the rest of squad. (does that sound stupid?) Do you want to go?” John asked you.

“Ummm…” you started as you looked into his eyes. Then, all of the sudden, you turned back to your laptop and furiously began typing again as inspiration struck. “I really can’t.” you admitted, hurriedly, so you would not lose your idea.

“I understand that your work is important, (y/n), but you need to take a break. You have been overworking yourself for the past month and in that entire time frame you haven’t seen any of your friends.” John explained, although he still couldn’t get you attention.

“(y/n)!” he finally said, forcefully, though not in a dominating way.

You spun around in your chair and faced him. It had been a few days since you held an actually conversation with John, and you felt terrible. You could see how it was affecting him. After having an internal battle, you half-willing closed your laptop and gave him a small smile.

“I’d love to go.” you told him, lying through your teeth. It was true you wanted to see your friends, but not at that moment. You had deadlines to meet, you had to send have a copy of the aricle you were wrting on your boss’s desk by nine AM the next morning.

John looked at you relived, and told you to get cleaned up. After washing and styling your hair, applying some makeup, and putting on fresh clothes, you walked hand in hand the short journey to Angelica’s house.


As soon as you arrived, you noticed you and John were the last to make it. Not even bothering to knock (that’s how close you all were), you walked inside and grinned at everyone’s shocked, but excited, expressions. It had been so long since you had seen them, and it was a relief.

“(y/n)!” you heard Peggy shout, and stumbled a few steps back as she ran towards you and hugged you.

“So you’re still alive after all this time.” Alexander joked, making the others laugh.

“Like your one to talk Hamilton. How many times has Eliza had to remind you to take a shower?” you shot back at him,

Your comment was met by a chorus of “ohhhs.” Sitting down, you realized how much you had missed spending time with your friends. For about an hour and a half you were able to forget about your stressful job

The night had turned into a pizza and movie night, so everyone was starting intently at the TV screen. About halfway through the movie, you felt your phone vibrate. Against your better judgement, you picked it up and saw an email from your boss.

Quickly opening the email, you tried to answer back as quietly as possible, but out of the corner of your eyes, you saw John looking at you worriedly. Within a minute, the email had been sent and you dropped your phone on the floor, seeing John’s satisfied gaze.

It wasn’t until the second movie had started that you felt the virbration of your phone again. Glancing down at the screen, your eyes widened as you saw that your boss was calling you. Excusing yourself, you went into the kitchen and tried to calm down the women you worked for.

Now, everybody’s attention was on you, and when you didn’t come out of the kitchen, they turned to your boyfriend for answers.

“I’m sure it’s just a small issue at work that (y/n) will be able to solve very quickly.” he offered, but nobody looked convinced.

Ten minutes later you walked back to the group, looking upset. You began to gather your things and ingnored the looks of shock and hurt you were met with.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go home. My boss didn’t like somebody’s article so now I have to go home and rewrite it for tomorrow morning, ontop of my other article.” you apologized. “Thanks for inviting me over Angelica. I’ll see you guys soon.” you promised and headed back to your apartment.

“Did she really just leave?” Lafayette asked, shocked.

“I think she did.” Eliza grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest

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Headcanon: Planning a Wedding with Bill and the Wedding

I had two requests for wedding themed headcanons, so I decided to combine them! I’ve never thought about what I would want at my wedding in my entire 31 years of life, but now I can’t stop. Who wants to marry me? I’ve only been to American, Persian, and one British wedding, so I apologize if this does not reflect your cultural customs.

I hope you like it!  

Warning: Fluff. Mentions of sexy times. 

Thank you to my sweet angel @supersoldierslover for making me my new favorite mood board. Her mood boards are my happy place. 

Planning the Wedding

  • After proposing, Bill would ask your father for permission to marry you. You like the romantic gesture but tell Bill that is an antiquated notion.
  • Both your parents approve of course, because they love Billy.
  • Sometimes you wonder if they love Bill more than you.
  • Bill would let you do most of the planning, but he would want to help.
  • He would insist, however, on picking the band
  • “Sweetheart, they are the best jazz band in town! We have to book them now!”
  • “I can’t stand jazz music Billy”
  • You compromise; you hire the jazz band, but they promise to play mostly classic romantic songs. The standard, if you will.
  • His favorite part is food and cake testing.
  • You literally cannot pick because all the options are so tasty.
  • Planning a wedding is so stressful; anytime you seemed overwhelmed, Bill would rub your shoulders and give you neck kisses.
  • He would whisper in your ear “I am so lucky to be marrying you”.
  • You would want a small wedding, with only close friends and family.
  • Although it’s hard to have a small wedding when your spouse has 7 siblings.
  • You would find your ideal wedding dress after months of searching. Something sexy, tasteful, and timeless.
  • Bill would have a hard time picking his best man. You decide not to have a best man or maid of honor, so his brother’s feelings would not get hurt.
  • Bill’s sister would be one of his groomsmen and wear a dress that matched their ties.
  • Bill’s youngest brothers would be your flower boys.
  • You would pick the venue together because you want it to reflect both of you.
  • There would be some arguments with your families about the wedding, but you and Bill would always be a team.


The Wedding

  • The wedding would be at night and outside in a beautiful garden, under the stars.
  • The smell of flowers would fill the air.
  • Fairy lights and candles would provide a romantic glow.
  • Large, green, flower covered arches would be covered in even more fairy lights.
  • You would walk through the arches with both you parents (or your parental figure) and down the aisle.
  • Billy looks SO handsome in his tux.
  • Bill is so happy seeing you walk down the aisle.
  • He had never seen a more beautiful vision in his life.
  • You both have tears in your eyes.
  • You both write your own vows; there wouldn’t be a dry eye in the house while you are reading them.
  • You express your undying love for each other.
  • When you were pronounced man and wife, Bill would grab your face and kiss you so sweetly that you thought you would melt.
  • Everyone would hoot, holler, and cheer.
  • There would be a lot of dancing, eating and drinking. The Skarsgårds know how to party!
  • Bill made sure the band knew your song. It was the song that played when he told that he loved you. Spinning around the dance floor, you and Bill look so in love.
  • Like seriously, everyone is so jealous.  
  • He whispers both loving and very dirty things in your ear.
  • “When I get you back to our room sweetheart, I’m going to go under your dress and…”
  • You keep burring your head in his neck, so your mother wouldn’t see you blush.
  • Bill would always have his hands on you; your shoulder, your hand, your cheek, etc.  
  • Lingering, sweet kisses all night long.
  • At one point, Bill would lead you to a quiet part of the garden away from everyone.
  • He pushes you against a wall and kiss you with so much passion, you would forget where you are.
  • “You look beautiful tonight Mrs.Skarsgård”.
  • “So do you, Mr. Skarsgård”
  • All of Bill’s brothers would get so drunk.
  • Most likely they would macarena at some point.
  • Or perform to the Spice Girls.
  • During the speeches, so many embarrassing stories would be told.
  • “When Bill met (Y/N) for the first time, he said “I’m going to marry that girl”.
  • Bill would dance with his mother at some point, winking at you occasionally.
  • You, Bill and your friends dance the night away, laughing and joking.
  • So many glasses of champagne are consumed.
  • At one point, Bill has a cool, vintage hat on.
  • “Where did you get that hat from Billy?”
  • You and Bill leave the wedding in a classic, red, vintage car that reads “just married” on the back. (I’m getting Roman vibes here haha)
  • Mind-blowing wedding night sex. Like, wowza.
  • The next morning, you wake up to Bill’s smiling face.
  • He would kiss all over your face and keep telling you how happy he is that you married him.
The Unknown

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warning:  language

Word Count: 786

A/N: Anon asked for 14 (Don’t be silly) and 29 (Are you jealous?) with Jason, I decided to combine them. Hope you guys like it.


 

“I need your help”

You just roll your eyes; Jason’s face is starting back at you all red and sweaty, it looks like he’s been running, probably trying to reach you before you left. He’s out of breath and you can see his toned and sweaty muscles after all he’s just wearing a jacket. He’s perfection and you wonder how would it feel to trace your fingers through his chest and have his arms around you. You scold yourself “Stop thinking in that Y/N” Jason is your friend and you value your friendship too much to ruin it with your libido.

“What is it now, Jas…ahh put me down” Jason wouldn’t let you finish, as soon as you open your mouth his arms are on your legs and he’s carrying you like a sack of potatoes. You don’t know how but one minute you’re outside your apartment and the next you are sitting on your couch and Jason is in front of you with an anguish look on his face.

“Okay, this is too much. Jason, what’s going on?” he just looks to the floor trying to avoid your gaze. Worry fills your body, and your mind is full of questions but right now you need to know what is going on with your friend to make him have a reaction like that. You try to stand up but Jason’s hands are holding you down. He sits next to you. No one is talking and is silent for at least a minute, your about to talk but Jason breaks the silent first.

 “They know” he says softly

“Jason who…” you try to talk to him but he just interrupts you

“They Fucking know, Y/N!!!” his once soft voice is now full of anger; you can’t help but flinch with the raise of his voice

“Stop it, right now!!!” Your voice matches his own. There’s silence and the only thing that can be heard is your breathing.

 “Please Jason. tell me what is going on”

he just stares at you and takes a paper out of his pocket. He hands you the paper, it’s a little bit wrinkled but you manage to read some words out of the papers Jason seems to be so worried about. You whimper when you managed to read the words but you try to suppress it. In the paper with neatly cursive letters a name stands out. Yours to be specific.

“What’s the big deal? I mean your family was bound to know about your friendship”

“Really, Y/N? what’s the big deal?”

“Jas-..”

“The big deal, Y/N is that now that my family knows about you they wi-…” you are tired of this, so you may just say what you think of the matter.

“Are you ashamed of me? “Jason’s eyes soften and he looks at you he’s no longer angry but regretful.

“Y/N, I would never be ashamed of you”

“Then why are you acting like this”

“Because, I care about you” his lips are inches apart from yours but you can feel his breath against yours.

Your about to dive in unknown waters, kissing Jason could destroy your friendship and you didn’t know if the risk was worth it. But, damn! You wanted to kiss those lips until they were sore from all the kissing they would have.

You’re about to kiss him when your brain decides to react, you stand up abruptly almost knocking Jason down, your face is all red and you manage to talk before Jason, whose face is as red as yours. 

“I care about you too, but nothing is going to happen”

After a long uncomfortable silence, Jason says.

“They´ll probably want to know why we´re friends”

“Jaso-”

 “You’re an amazing person Y/N, you´re there for me when I need you, we share things I would never tell anyone else you make me happy, I guess I……..I ”

Your heart beats a hundred times faster and you can’t help but think “Is this the moment I’ve been waiting for? “ “Is he going to confess?”

“Jason”

“I don’t want to share you”

When Jason says that a warm feeling spreads through your chest, it wasn’t what you expected him to say but the feeling was nice. Now there’s the other matter at hand, why would Jason say that, he doesn’t have to share you, he’s your friend…unless

“Are you jealous?”

Jason’s reaction was a funny one, his eyes open wide and his beautiful face is replaced with a frown

Don’t be silly” he grunted while trying to look away

A smile creeps onto your face and you happily say

“Don’t worry Jay, I won’t share you either”

Both of you share a smile, knowing that whatever the future holds you would face it together.

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Thought I’d share a bit of my process for my BotW Zine piece.

1&2: My first idea was the battle with Cursed Naydra. I got pretty far along with this before I decided I wasn’t pleased with like…any of it lol. Ended up completely scrapping it and started over.

3&4: I really, really liked both of these, so I decided to combine them in the final piece (and add another one. Because. More dragons is always better.)

5: sketches I did to figure out how I wanted each dragon to look.

claireisreallynotonfire  asked:

36,40,48,48 with sirius please. ( i know it's a lot you don't have to all of them if you don't want i just thought they were cute )

okay so some smol nonnies sent me a couple of requests for sirius x reader using the same prompts so I decided to combine them! hope you like this, love <3 

33. “I missed something, didn’t I?” 36. “Is that my shirt?” 40. “You’re so fucking adorable”,  and 48. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.“ 

prompts | masterlist | request 


It had become common for your best friends to invade the girls dormitory, unannounced and without a care in the world, and you were almost always unprepared. Like today, for instance, when you wore nothing but Sirius’ shirt and knee-high socks, hoping to get some homework done.

“We need to talk about your life choices,” said Sirius Black, bursting into the room, “Nice legs, by the way.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, scrambling into a sitting position and covering your legs with a pillow.

“It’s a perfectly beautiful day outside and you’re sitting in here, studying!”

You blinked at Sirius. “It’s raining. And we’ve got an assignment due in History of Magic…”

“Who needs History of Magic anyway?” Sirius shrugged casually. Sirius flopped down on the bed beside you and leaned in closer to catch a glimpse of your work. Dipping his hand his pocket, he retrieved what looked like a handkerchief filled with stolen goods from the kitchen.

“I thought we could have a little picnic, you and I…” Sirius winked, “Dinner for two?”

You ignored the heat tickling your cheeks and rolled your eyes. “First of all, I care about History of Magic; second, you should too because if you don’t, you won’t graduate; and third, you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.

“That was a long sentence,” Sirius marvelled, “I stopped listening halfway through.” You chortled and punched his shoulder playfully, earning a chuckle from Sirius.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, filled only by your quill scratching against the parchment. It took you several minutes to realize that Sirius was staring at you and you suddenly became aware that you still did not have pants on, nor were you wearing a bra. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat.

“What?”

A beat of silence. You thought that, perhaps, Sirius was hesitating. Then – “Is that my shirt?”

“Is that what you’ve been staring at this entire time?”

“Y-yes.”

You looked at Sirius and saw something mirrored in his hazy, grey eyes; like adoration and lust tinged with mischief.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?”

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but any witty remark he had prepared failed to fall from his lips. Instead, he just gazed softly at you and you felt heat pool in your panties.

“It’s just, You’re so fucking adorable,

You swallowed, heat blossoming on your cheeks and warmth tingling beneath your skin. Your heart swells and you think it might crack a rib.

“W-what?”

“You’re beautiful. An exquisite portrait of the feminine and I’m drawn to you. I just am.”

You blinked at him and love began to grow through your ribs like wild flowers and blossom in your chest, where your heart should be but isn’t because it’s thumping in your throat.You want to say ‘I love you’ in every known language, including troll, but your lips move on their own accord and now your whispering a soft plea, an urgent demand.

“Kiss me,” Your tongue darts out and swipes across your lips. “Please.”

Sirius stares at you for several moments before he’s closing the distance between the two of you and his lips are pressed to yours, sweet and tentative. You slide your hand through his silky, black hair, it melts through your fingers as you swallow his moan and he deepens the kiss, passion and love coursing through you. You feel yourself falling into a black hole, the world shifting around you, but you’re here and you’re kissing him and Merlin he tastes better than anything you’ve ever known. He breaks the kiss to breathe and moments pass before your eyes flutter open to find large grey ones gazing back at you, inky pupils blown wide.  

“W-wow,” he murmurs, his voice strangely hoarse. You beam bashfully at him, the taste of him still lingering on your lips and your thundering hand grasped tightly in his hands.

“(Y/N), have you seen –” James Potter’s voice brings you back to earth and you both turn to face him. “I missed something, didn’t I”


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Bittersweet 16 | Rucas Oneshot

Prompt: I got requested to do a rucas au oneshot based on my favorite instant star episode awhile back as well as a different request to do another ‘Riley is Josh’s younger sister’ au so I decided to combine them lol. Hope that’s okay! 
A/N: Okay so like I said in this AU Riley is Josh’s little sister and Josh and Lucas (and Zay) are two years older. There’s an obvious connection between Riley and Lucas but he’s afraid to cross that line with her because of his relationship with her family and their minor age difference. Inspired by S01E08 of Instant Star.
Word Count: 6,336 (I’m sorry I don’t know why this is so long)

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“I can’t wait to see you either.” Riley smiled as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her best friend Isadora grinned at her from the other side of the couch before popping a handful of M&M’s into her mouth. She playfully kicked at the raven-haired girl who was now making kissing noises as she dragged out her goodbye over the phone. “Yeah, you too. Bye.”

The two girls shrieked in unison once the brunette hung up the phone. “Could it be the God’s are finally on my side?” She giggled, hopping up and down as she tried to contain her excitement. “I can’t believe I have my first serious boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe it’s Evan Carmichael.”  The bespectacled beauty teases, nudging her best friend. “Does this mean you’re over you know who?”

Riley waits a beat. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the mere mention of him. Isadora didn’t need to say his name for her to know exactly who she was talking about. Lucas Friar. He was two years older and best friends with her older brother Josh which meant he was off limits. Not that he was interested anyway.

The crush she had on him started way back in middle school but to him she would always just be his best friends little sister. She was just a dumb kid in his eyes despite their minor age difference. But none of that mattered now. She moved on, she was dating Evan now and was just 1 day shy of turning 16 and having the birthday party of her dreams. Things were finally starting to look up. She was happy.

“That’s in the past.” Riley assured her. “Besides, he made his feelings very clear.”

“That was 2 years ago, Bubbles.” Isadora gives her a pointed look. “Just because he saw you as a kid when you were 14 doesn’t meant he sees you that way now. People change. Feelings change.”

“Izzy, it doesn’t matter how long ago it was. Two years later and I’m still two years younger. I’ll always be two years younger. He’s 18, he’s a senior, I can’t expect him to want to be with someone who still has 2 more years to go before they graduate.” She knew it was the truth but that didn’t make it sting any less to hear it out loud. And even though it hurt, she made peace with his decision.  

Peace or no peace though, she couldn’t help but think back to that week…

Every year before the new school year began the Matthews family would rent a lake house up in Connecticut to celebrate labor day away from the hustle and bustle of New York City. Usually the trip only consisted of the 5 of them. Riley’s parents, her two brothers and herself of course. But the summer after Riley’s 14th birthday was different.

Her parents allowed each of their children to bring along 2 guests. Her younger brother Auggie brought his two friends Ava and Dewey and in true Joshua Matthews fashion wherever he went the other two musketeers, Lucas and Zay, followed.  

Even though her parents said she could bring two guests Riley knew the only person she felt comfortable enough to bring along with her was Isadora. She and Izzy became fast friends in elementary school and have been inseparable ever since. It was nice finding someone who got what it meant to be different and once they found each other they vowed never to let go.  

Because of her lack of friends and an open spot being available, Josh begged their parents to let his girlfriend, Maya, tag along. Her parents, feeling like there was an uneven amount of boys and girls, decides it’s a good idea and before they knew it they had a full house.

It wasn’t until that summer that Riley even thought she had a chance with Lucas in the first place. Yes, she had a school girl crush on the sandy haired boy but in her heart of hearts she never thought even for a second that he would reciprocate those feelings. Not until the lake that is.

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These two kinda went hand in hand so I decided to combine them. Thank you so much for the prompts and I am so sorry it took me a while to write them.


Ray has this thing about not dating crew members. He’s watched too many crews implode because so-and-so decided to date what’s-their-name only to break up. In retrospect, if a break up was the final straw leading to their downfall, those crews probably weren’t the best, but Ray has his convictions and so far he’d stuck to them.

Until FAH.

Until Ryan and Gavin.

He’s never been this screwed before.


He meets Gavin first, the day after Geoff recruited him for FAH. He rides up to Ray’s apartment on a dirt bike he has clearly just bought, flips his sunglasses up onto his head, and grins.

“You Ray?”

“Depends,” Ray retorts crossing his arms, sizing the guy up. “You here to kill me?”

He laughs, shaking his head, and says, “Bit of a smartarse, aren’t you?”

“It’s part of my charm.”

The guy nods at the spot behind him. “C’mon. If we leave now, we’ll only be a little late to Geoff’s meeting.”

Ray’s reluctant to get on the bike, but he figures if this guy knows Geoff he’s probably not going to purposely kill him. Accidentally is another story entirely, but that’s a chance Ray’s willing to take. “Try not to crash,” he says getting on the back of the bike.

“I make no promises.” He revs the engine, pushing his sunglasses back over his eyes. “The name’s Gavin.”

“It’s a pleasure to….AH!” The bike darts forward at a dangerous speed and Ray grips Gavin tightly. He’s probably going to die.


Sandy hair, too much beard, a pair of ridiculous golden sunglasses, and a boyish charm masking a mischievous asshole, Gavin’s the first friend Ray makes since moving to Los Santos.

They become somewhat of a team (”X-Ray and Vav!” Ray jokes one day), and it’s not long before they’re inseparable. And yeah, maybe Ray’s crushing on Gavin a little, but it’s nothing he can’t ignore. The fact that they’re friends is enough for him, and anything more is a pipe dream he immediately steps on the moment he realizes what’s happening.

When Michael joins the crew, it gets easier. They become Team Lads, the three of them, and before Ray knows it he’s completely forgotten about his crush.

It’s when Lindsay joins and Ray notices the interest both she and Michael have in each other that he starts worrying he might have to start looking for a new crew to join, but his fears are short lived. They fit together too well to break up, and Ray starts thinking maybe it’s possible for couples to work together.

Only to remind himself that just because one couple figured out how to make it work did not mean every couple could make things work.

It’s just another pipe dream he crushes under his heel.


There’s a stitch in Ray’s side, his feet pounding against the pavement as he sprints across the slick concrete, his rifle strap digging into the side of his neck and shoulder. Two blocks back he lost his cell phone, cutting off all ties to any backup that could be coming his way, and he curses himself for telling Geoff he could do this job alone.

Lights flash ahead of him and he skids to a halt, desperately looking for somewhere to hide. Startled, he he feels hands grab him, one covering his mouth when he opens it to cry out.

He struggles as he’s dragged into a nearby building, but whoever has him has a tight grip on him, and he’s pretty sure he’s about to get murdered. This is it, he tells himself, this is the end. He really should have smoked the last of his weed before doing this job; now it’s going to go to waste. He paid really good money for it, too.

Well, if you’re about to get murdered, let’s take this asshole with us. Ray nods to himself, reaching for the switchblade he stashed in his pocket, but the hand covering his mouth moves, halting his progress.

“I’m really not in the mood to get stabbed tonight,” a deep voice purrs.

“Yeah, well, if you’re gonna murder me, it’s only fair I take you with me,” Ray retorts and he feels more than hears the guy laugh, his chest vibrating against Ray’s back.

“I see.” The guy’s quiet for a few seconds, listening to something, but finally he says, “I’m going to let you go, alright?”

“Somehow this seems too easy.”

“Or maybe I’m just a nice guy.”

“Meh, semantics.”

The guy laughs again, releasing Ray, and takes a step back. Slowly, Ray turns to face the guy, sizing him up. His dark hair is tied back into a long ponytail and there’s something dangerous flickering in his startling blue eyes. He could be handsome, if not for the red and black paint smeared across his face, and Ray can clearly see a skull mask poking out of his coat pocket.

“Halloween was three months ago,” Ray states gesturing to the mask.

“And yet here you are, a would be assassin. Didn’t Daddy ever tell you not to play with guns?”

“Would you be Daddy in this scenario?” The remark is out of Ray’s mouth before he can stop it, and he really needs to work on that brain to mouth filter he seems to lack.

“T-the cops are probably gone,” the guy grunts, voice gruff, and Ray’s not sure if he’s angry or embarrassed. Regardless, he decides not to poke the bear and nods instead.

Together, the two of them exit the building, Once outside, they stand there awkwardly for a brief moment, but the guy breaks the silence first. “I’m sorry, you know, for grabbing you.”

“It happens. I’m sorry for…” What exactly is Ray sorry for? Accidentally throwing out an innuendo at his would be murderer? Wondering what exactly his face looks like without the paint? He didn’t know. “Well, you know…” his voice trails off and he shrugs.

“It happens.”

Ray nods, burying his hands in his pocket. He rocks on his heels, looking up at the sky. Every part of him knows he should walk away from this guy and never see him again. Instead he asks, “You got a car nearby? Kinda need a ride and I’m pretty sure I don’t know where I’m at.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure where I’m at either,” the guy replies with a sheepish grin, shrugging. Ray hadn’t noticed before, but now he detects an accent. Something southern. He wonders how long this guy has been in Los Santos.

“I guess we can walk,” Ray suggests already hating the idea but knowing they didn’t have a lot of options that didn’t attract police attention. “We’re bound to find something familiar.”

“As long as you promise not to kill me.”

“I make no promises.”


Ray and Ryan work together periodically for almost a year before Geoff gets wind of the partnership. At first, Ray thinks Geoff is going to be mad, but he’s surprised when he’s asked to recruit Ryan.

“I’m not sure he’s a team player,” Ray says when Geoff’s brings up the idea.

“Look, unless you two are fucking, he’s a team player.”

“I mean, technically even if they are fucking he’s still a team player,” Michael says from across the room and Geoff concedes the point.

“We’re not fucking,” Ray grumbles heading towards the door, calling over his shoulder, “and I make no promises.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask!”

Ryan’s not exactly sold on the idea, but he tells Ray he’ll think about it. Ray’s not exactly into the idea either, but for an entirely different reason. One he’s not sure he’ll never be ready to acknowledge, but Geoff’s right. It doesn’t hurt to ask, and logically Ryan would be a perfect fit in FAH. Even if he’s a little too reckless.


When Ryan agrees to join FAH, it’s one of those moments where Ray is equal parts pleased and disappointed. He gets over it really quickly though, knowing life’s too short to let regrets consume him, and decides to bring Gavin along when Geoff tells him to bring Ryan in to meet the rest of the crew.

The moment those two meet, Ray knows they forget he’s in the room. Something clicks between them, something Ray has no intention of ruining, and he ducks out of the room as quietly as he can, trying to ignore the way his chest tightens.

It’s like a test of wits between those two, a dance they’ve perfect, and it’s not long before the crew picks up on whatever is going on between Gavin and Ryan.

Jack, while apprehensive, gives them her warm regards. Michael scowls at Ryan for a good twenty minutes before threatening to rip his balls off if he hurt Gavin. Lindsay smiles but doesn’t say anything, her eyes darting towards Ray so fast he almost doesn’t catch it.

He decides to ignore it.

It’s Geoff’s reaction they’re all waiting for; he’s been unnaturally quiet since he found out, and Ray is convinced he’s still in denial. When he finally acknowledges the relationship, he looks between the two and says, “Don’t fuck in my penthouse.”


Ray finds himself hanging out with Gavin and Ryan less and less. It’s not from their lack of trying, both inviting him out to do stuff all the time, but he keeps declining their offers. He wouldn’t say he’s avoiding them, more like hiding in plain sight.

Lindsay and Jack keep giving him sympathetic smiles, and even Michael is patting him on the shoulder way too often, and really it’s fine. Ray’s fine. They’re looking too closely at something that doesn’t need to be looked at, and their pity is starting to piss him off a little bit.

The only ones who seem oblivious are the happy couple themselves and Geoff. At least Ray thinks Geoff’s oblivious until he catches him off guard when he comes out of the bathroom and asks, “How are you holding up, buddy?”

“If this is a new thing? You following us to the bathroom? Count me out.”

“Ray, I know.”

“Know what?”

Geoff gives him a pointed look and Ray rolls his eyes. He throws his hands out and rants, “I am fine. Totally fine. I will do cartwheels, waving flags that say ‘I am fine’ if it will convince everyone that I am fine.” He pushes past Geoff, stalking towards the living room, calling over his shoulder, “I’m fine, Geoff. I promise.”


He’s not stupid; he’s definitely not fine. Ray spent most of his life lying to people, telling them things they wanted to hear, that when he finally got around to lying to himself he’s incapable of believing anything his stupid brain tells him.

He kicks a rock, sending it rocketing across the road, watching as it hits a newspaper vending machine. He wishes he had his rifle; he could blow out the tires of the cars parked in the street; ruining peoples’ days cathartic for some reason.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, checking the screen. He sighs, finger hovering over the ignore button, but he moves it a second later, answering the call.

“You get lost again?”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been here long enough to learn the street names,” Ryan replies and Ray can practically see him smiling. He also sees the smiles fall when Ryan asks, “You alright?”

Ray almost says he’s fine, almost lies to Ryan like he’s been lying to everyone else, but instead he shakes his head. “No. No, I’m not alright. I’m pretty fucking far from alright.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I-I can’t.” Ray hangs up, turning his phone off, and shoves it into his back pocket.

He hangs his head, closing his eyes, breathing slowly. He needs to get a grip. This isn’t helping anyone, much less himself, and he’s acting like an asshole. If he’s not careful, he might be asked to leave the crew.

He opens his eyes, picking his head up, turning to head home, only to take a fist to the side of the face.

He hits the ground, ears ringing, head pounding, but he still manages to say, “Please don’t say welcome to the family.”

 The last thing he hears is someone snort before a boot comes down on his face.


He wakes up in the back of a van, his head pillowed on something warm. The motion beneath him makes him nauseous and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself not to throw up.

“You awake?” a soft, familiar voice asks above him and Ray grunts, rubbing his face against his makeshift pillow. It’s someone’s leg, the material of their jeans rough against his skin.

“What happened?” he asks groggily, words a little slurred, keeping his eyes closed.

“One of Geoff’s enemies,” another voice, this one just as close, says, and Ray feels someone grab his left hand, gripping it tightly between both of their’s. “If I hadn’t seen you on a traffic cam, we wouldn’t have known where you’d be.”

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what he’s apologizing for, he has too many things to be sorry for; maybe he’s apologizing for everything, but he needs them to understand. He doesn’t hate them, he could never hate them. He’s too in love with them both to hate them. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, the words barely audible.

He feels someone lean over him, pressing their lips to the side of his head, and whisper, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

This is the first time in a while that Ray’s felt even a little bit content, and he hopes he can hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.