i hope this settles the question for now

a rare ask night with maddie

*coughs* hello friends. it has been a while. let’s answer some asks. send your questions HERE! p.s. if you don’t wanna see this swarm of posts feel free to blacklist ‘ask night’

I’ve been great, actually! Just crazy busy since college has started! My life has kind of done a 360 – I’ve travelled across the country, met a ton of new interesting people, started a new relationship, cultured new interests, and, most importantly, been eating a lot of pizza. But things have been good! I’m hoping to get back on Tumblr more often and become active once again now that things have kind of settled into a routine. As for writing, though, 

AWWW ANON!!!!!! This makes me so so happy to hear! I love you too, this is so sweet and I’m glad you got over your reading block (I know how that feels haha). Thank you so much for your kind words <3 <3 <3 <3

Hahaha yessss that’s where I got the title from!!! It’s so funny that you thought of my fic!

Hi anon!! Awww friend, don’t worry!!! You do your own thing and don’t worry about anybody else, just do whatever you need to do to be happy! Take your time to figure your life out, and if you never want a relationship with sexual stuff, that’s totally fine and you’ll end up finding somebody who feels the exact same way! And if you do, that’s cool too! Just don’t worry too much – it’s easy to get caught up in what everyone else is doing but in the end you’ve just gotta focus on your own flow. Sorry if that wasn’t too helpful, but I hope everything works out for you and I wish you the best of luck!

@emerald-imperial hi I lov you too

Sorry I’m afraid I don’t remember what this ask is referring to since I’ve been inactive for a while but heCK YEAH Let’s do “ the movie “ ?? ? ? 



2. If Robert is dead, who becomes Inquisitor? Who will exile Emma? Will she be exciled at all?
4. What was up with ANNABEL disappearing and the Unseelie King’s symbol appearing?
6. Now the Dearborn’s are discredited, who will step in as head of the Institute when Alec has to step down? Will he at all?
I am S H O O K
9. Why didn’t Emma and Julian try their super love powers to heal Livvy if it makes them more powerful?
14. WAIT I DON’T REMEMBER WAS THE CARK/MISTINA (??) BOND THINGO BROKEN OR WHAT (It was, I had lost my marbles all g)
20. *incoherent screaming*
29. Rip what is going to happen with Helen and Aline :(((
31. Annabel was all family this, yay JULIAN that then BAM
33. Bridget???? Is that you???? (*CC has stated that it is her, she’s not immortal but her long life will be explained in the next book)
34. Who is the Queen of Air and Darkness? Is it the Seelie Queen? Cause from what mythology I know it is, and CC said we know her already.

i’m talking about you - harrison osterfield

Pairing: Harrison x reader

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a Harrison x reader kinda thing where they meet for the first time or something and there’s lots of fluff ??¿??

*Note: I will NOT be posting tomorrow (September 1st)! It’s BOYCOTT TUMBLR DAY. Regular posting will be on Saturday (September 2nd), and since I’ll have time to write tomorrow, I’ll be posting quite a few things on Saturday :-) 

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Some rough designs for Rarity and Twilight in the Guardian!AU. I took the elements I started with for Twi’s suit and refined it some more to make it look a little different than what it originally was; I kinda like the direction it’s going in. I might tweak it some more in the future though. o3o as for Rarity, I actually gave her three different outfits based on 1950s-1960s clothing before settling with this one; something reminiscent of her EQ outfit but with that 1960s flair I think.

As mentioned, Twilight is of the Alpha Guardian series but she is more unique than the rest in that she’s actually smaller than a typical Alpha and has a unique color-scheme that related to her original colors before grafting; typical Alphas are usually browns and blacks with white canvas wings. I’ll add to this a little later but for now, I hope you enjoy the artwork! Feel free to ask anything if you have any questions. c:

Scream Louder - KJ Apa SMUT

Originally posted by varchiesotp

Anon said:

Could you do an imagine with KJ Apa where the reader talks about how no one has ever been able to make her scream during sex, so KJ makes it his goal to do just that. Basically just rough sex.

Warnings: Rough unprotected sex,screaming,over-simulation,daddy kink, spanking,swearing and fluff

song to listen to: Scream by Usher

A/N: I’m sorry this took 10 thousand yrs I just had some things going on and couldn’t write. Anyways enjoy x

“ok your turn spill your guts” KJ spoke “nah dude I really don’t want to expose my sex life” I chuckled a bit “c’mon Y/n you landed on sex life you have to answer” KJ pressed I rolled my eyes and sighed “fine” KJ smiled proudly sticking his chest out. 

“I’ve never been able to scream during sex” I admitted feeling my cheeks burn red “what? why?” KJ asked curiously “simple they all sucked in bed so one’s been able to make me both satisfied and scream” I explained KJ looked at me quizzically.

“what’s that look for?” I asked “do you want the honest answer?” he replied “well no duh” I giggled “I was thinking if you ever gave me the chance I’d fuck you so hard your throat will burn from how much you’d been screaming and your legs would be so weak you wouldn’t be able to walk for days” he smirked taking in my shocked expression.

I composed myself and smirked back “here’s your chance” I spoke getting up and holding out my hand for him to take KJ smiled and took my hand as I led him to my bedroom. 

“You’re actually serious about this” KJ questioned “dead serious” I smiled kissing his neck “that’s all I need” KJ gripped my waist and roughly threw me to the bed. My body colliding with a soft thud “now Sweetheart this is all about you and only you” his voice was low and his eyes dark as he climbed on the bed.

His hands slowly began removing my jeans as his lips made little bite marks on my thighs itching closer to where I needed him most before pulling away. KJ removed his shirt and own pants leaving him in just his boxers. I began rubbing my thighs together to create some friction KJ roughly separated my thighs and removed my lacy underwear in one quick motion. 

KJ kissed my heat causing me to moan “is this where you want me baby?” his hot breath was over my area causing me to squirm “yes KJ please” I mewled “tonight it’s not KJ it’s Daddy” he commanded sticking two digits into me “got it ?” he spoke “yes-s” I moaned “yes what?” he demanded “yes Daddy” I shut my eyes feeling euphoria take over my body.

KJ was great with his fingers, knew all the ways to touch me and pull my climax closer. “keep doing that Daddy” I begged but he stopped I whined “uh uh I don’t want you cumin unless i’m inside you” he commanded fully removing his boxers “come to the edge Baby” he spoke lowly. 

I crawled to the edge and he gripped me roughly causing me to stand “both hands on the wall now!” he demanded I scurried to where he wanted me “anytime you squirm you get slapped understand?” he questioned “yes Daddy” I agreed.

I stood with my back towards him and both hands on the wall. I felt KJ’s hand near my right cheek “you think you can flirt with me and act like we’re best friends without any consequences?” he spoke in my ear “make me hard then scurry away?” his voice raised goosebumps on my skin.

He rubbed his hand up and down my cheek till I felt it pow my body jolted another one, I bit my lip as water filled my eyes “count them out loud” KJ spoke as he continued “5″pow.

KJ got to 15 my legs were shaking and I was extremely turned on. KJ came behind me pressing my back into his front he lower his hand onto my area and started creating small circles causing me to purr.

Without warning KJ slipped his cock into my pussy as we were connected he pushed me face forward into the bed. “are you ready?” he asked lowly “yes Daddy” I croaked that was all it too. 

KJ thrusted quickly into me as he gripped my waist I moaned out loudly he detached himself and flipped me on my back. Spreading my legs apart he placed himself back into my entrance and pushed harder just touching my g spot.

Since we had started I’ve had 3 orgasms and been spanked repeatedly. Honestly it was as if KJ went animalistic,his thrusts were hard and quick my throat was raw from yelling “FUCK DADDY YES” I screamed “you like that don’t you baby” he whispered. 

I felt him go slowly and his paces became sloppy “Baby I cant last any longer” KJ moaned “me neither” I cried my pussy was so sensitive “cum with me” he whispered and just like that we both came.

Our chests were heaving heavily and our bodes were drenched in sweat. As we relaxed more KJ removed himself and moved beside me “so what’d ya think? did I surpass your expectations?” he asked “did you ever! holy my thighs hurt just laying here” I giggled KJ had a sly smirk on his face as he placed his hands behind his head “now don’t get all cocky on me Apa” I told him sternly as I held his torso and laid my head on his chest “never Babe” he removed his hands and placed them around me.

“what’re we now?” I asked looking up at him “anything you want us to be” he replied “can we upgrade from friends?” I questioned “I hope you don’t mean FWB I cant stand those things” he explained “no of course not” I chuckled “great it’s settled tomorrow night 6:30 at the bistro” KJ beamed “it’s a date” I smiled kissing his lips.


The Preschool Teacher - Chapter 7


That’s all you could think about as you sat in the middle of your new bungalow, looking around at the unfamiliar furniture, the hotel-style paintings on the walls, and the stack of labeled boxes the movers had placed around the front room, waiting to be emptied and dispersed into their new home. It wasn’t the flat you had grown accustomed to the past couple of years that sat near your daughter’s grave, and it wasn’t Harry’s home that you felt so comfortable in, but it was nice, it was clean, and it was private, and you wouldn’t complain.

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Not in Love

A/N: I’m warming up my writing with this piece. I thought it was pretty cute when I wrote it. I really love Sirius Black, man , I really do.

Word Count: 1,112

You were not in love with Sirius Black. Most definitely not in love with your best friend. Not once have you thought of running your fingers through his silky locks; never did you ever want to shut his smart mouth up with a kiss against his soft lips. Never came a time where you clenched your jaw as he flirted with other girls. Cuddling against his tall frame never came to mind. Never. You were not in love with Sirius Bl-

“(Y/N), are you okay?” His voice snapped you out of your trance and you quickly scrambled to meet his gaze. “You seem to be deep in thought.”

“Oh sorry, must’ve slipped away.” You brushed off with a smile. He raised an eyebrow at you in question before smirking.

“Oh-ho-ho, were you thinking about a crush?” He chided while nudging you, hoping for an answer. Of course, that was the first thing he would question. Sirius spent his free time trying to set you up with anyone he deemed suitable for his “most dear and single friend” because you always seemed so “lonely.” You, however, constantly declined his offers of going on a date with anyone else that was not the only boy you’ve ever held a crush for.

“No.” Was your flat replied accompanied by a blank look. There was no way you were going to tell Sirius you were thinking of him- of all people. Your poker face was impeccable and would’ve been enough to just have Sirius buzz off the topic if the tip of your ears hadn’t begun to heat up along with the shade of red. The boy sat across from you immediately knew he was right on topic and began firing away questions, hoping to just throw you off guard enough he’d get an answer as to who you fancied. 

“What do they look like? Boy or girl? What house are they in? Oh please tell me I know them because if you want I can always arrange a date for you. This is fantastic news! I didn’t know it was capable for you to even have a crush! Why is this the first time I’m hearing of this anyhow? Why didn’t you want to tell me before?” His last question carried a sense of betrayal as if he was hurt by the lack of knowledge of who you fancied. You pursed your lips, thinking of a quick excuse you could use that wouldn’t hurt Sirius. You couldn’t exactly say “Hello, yes, you’re my crush, you great oaf. Now let’s just carry on about our day.” No, that could not happen at all so you settled on an easier answer. 

“I suppose I just don’t like sharing who I like.” You simply mused, hoping the answer would suffice for the time being as you sorted out your measly feelings for the pouty brunette. “It’s nothing against you, Sirius. Just a personal issue.” He let out a huff before shaking his head disappointedly. 

“When you feel like sharing, come tell me alright? I won’t judge you, even if they’re a Slytherin.” Your friend jokes with a wink and chuckles. He went back to reclining back on the couch leisurely as you sat there, allowing your mind to think of the possibilities now that he was semi-aware of your feelings. 

There was no way you were going to survive a week knowing that Sirius was going to pester you as frequently as possible in order to discover who you were smitten with. And boy if he found out… 

For the next few days, Sirius made it his mission to coax the name out of you. The Marauder was dying of curiosity and it only doubled because it pertained to you. The boy was persistent, always by your side, firing questions and guesses in the hopes that you would break and tell him. He wasn’t trying to be annoying, but by day four it was beginning to be that way. 

“Sirius, please just- stop.” You managed to utter out in between his ramblings about his theories as to who you were interested in. His head perked up, long hair hurriedly pushed out of his face as he sat, alert and ready for some sort of answer. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, so still but buzzing with excitement. Long legs crisscrossed and his head propped up by his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Might as well drink up the God-like image before you ruined your friendship with him, right? 

“So,” he drawled out, waiting for your response. “who is it? Who do you like?” His eyes sparkled in anticipation. Why was he so worked up over this anyways?

You inhaled a deep breath before mumbling out your answer. “It’s well- it’s you, Sirius." 

The words hung in the air for a few seconds while you sat there, twiddling your thumbs and avoiding eye contact with your friend sitting across from you. A loud exclamation from the boy broke the unsettling silence.

"I knew it!” He practically screamed. When you realised what he had said, a bright red blush crept up your neck and cheeks. Your eyes shot up to his now dancing figure while a look of confusion made its way onto your face. 

“What do you mean, ‘I knew it?’” You asked, frantic as you analysed your past behaviour towards him. Were you so obvious? Why didn’t he ever mention it? Why was he dancing with glee? Merlin’s beard you were an idiot

When Sirius finally managed to calm down, he looked down at you and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I always sort of knew, and when you told Lily that you did in fact like me it was confirmed. I never brought it up because I thought it would be better for you to say it to me. So I could hear those words from you, instead of eavesdropping.” You looked up at him, mouth agape.

“I guess now would be a good time for me to say I like you back, eh?” Sirius blurts out. “Like, I actually really do like you, (Y/N).” He adds after seeing doubt flash across your face. “And I guess I should ask if I can kiss you, too." 

"Yes, you can kiss me, you dog.” You murmur and pull him down to meet your lips. You could feel his beaming smile against your lips and too soon did you pull away. 

So yes, you were in love with Sirius Black, but was it such a bad thing now?


“Can’t believe you were eavesdropping on my conversations with Lily.”

“It was James’ idea!”


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Jonsa Meta: Where Will We Go?

I keep coming back to it. There “Where will we go?” moment.

Sansa’s happy to reunite with Jon at Castle Black. But the careful, quiet way she asks “where will you go?” shows she’s bracing herself for his departure. A day or two before she asked the same question of Theon, who left her. It’s happened before. She’ll manage on her own. And she has no firm hold on Jon, after all.

Except she does. Because she gives Jon’s life new meaning after he comes back from the dead. His only plan is to “go South” and “get warm.” He’s adrift until Sansa throws herself into his arms. And from the moment they’re reunited, Jon believes they’re bound together. It’s unfathomable to him that he’d leave her. You can see it in the way he turns his head, incredulous. It takes him a minute to process a worldview where Sansa doesn’t feel the same way. And that’s why he looks at her with soft astonishment. Of course, he won’t leave without her. It’s a given in his life now, sure as breathing. So when he changes her question from “you” to “we”, and recites it back to her, gently, he’s saying: I love you. I’m not leaving you. I’m here, Sansa, right here next to you. And that’s where I’m staying.

You can see that realization settle in her eyes. You can see the spark of hope and warmth it gives her. You can see in her tentative smile and the small definitive nod of her head that her worldview shifts too, and she accepts that she’s not alone anymore.

anonymous asked:

In the goingtoburn AU, we have Obi-Wan being super protective of his padawan. Why? Maybe because someone (within the order or on a mission) hurt/try to hurt Obi-Wan when he was a small padawan and Qui-Gon didn't believe him/didn't do anything to help him). The council starts to investingate and the truth comes out. Mace/Plo Koon are super kind and help him/listen to him.

“Did someone hurt you like that Master Obi-Wan?”

The question had been posed so innocently from Anakin in light of what they had been talking about, the others frown almost a pout as he stared up at his suddenly frozen master.

The council ripped themselves from the discussion about what to do about Palpatine and his unnatural interest in a fourteen year old padawan (and the potential that he may have done so to other padawans of the order and Force wasn’t that a terrifying aspect) to focus on the young Knight.

Obi-Wan shifted a bit, unable to hold anyone’s gaze. “This isn’t about me Anak-”

“Obi-Wan.” Plo’s voice was terribly kind and Obi-Wan flinched slightly at the tone, hands twitching as he barely resisted the urge to wrap his arms around himself.

“…It doesn’t matter. Its in the past.” He mumbled, swallowing a bit.

It sounded like Obi-Wan was trying to convince himself more then the council and Mace and Yoda exchanged understanding looks as Obi-Wan’s protective streak may have come from experiencing the kind of abuse he feared Palpatine wished to do against Anakin.

“Says so you do, actions show otherwise, never reported such an instance were.” Yoda stared at him a long moment before his ears suddenly fell. “Believed you Qui-Gon did not?”

That got a full body flinch out of Obi-Wan and Mace gave a low curse.

Oh he would happily strangle that old gundark if he could. ‘How did such a capable knight come from such a broken bond?’ He wondered before he got up, moving to Obi-Wan, settling one hand on the mans shoulder and the other cupping the redhead’s chin, tilting the others head up to make sure he had the others eyes. “You don’t have to tell the entire council. But would you consider at least speaking with one or two of us? This… someone should have listened to you back then.” There was an unsaid ‘Qui-Gon should have listened’ in those words that made Obi-Wan swallow.

“A fellow order member it was?” Yoda questioned.

“No… no a dignitary we were protecting.” Obi-Wan shoulders slumped and he sighed. “…If I promise to talk to a member of the council about it, to know what to look for…can I go back to our quarters with my padawan now? I just…I’d like to have a rest.” He settled on.

Mace looked back at Yoda, who nodded.

“Yes Obi-Wan. Who would you prefer to talk to?”

Settling his eyes on the Kel Dor, Obi-Wan gave a meek, hopeful smile. “Master Koon?”

“Of course Obi-Wan.” He murmured gently. “I will come by tomorrow after breakfast while your padawan is in class, we can speak then.”

Obi-Wan bowed then gently pulled Anakin with him out.

Mace returned to his chair and collapsed into it, rubbing his scalp slowly. “…It seems we’ve been failing a lot of Initiates and padawans.” He offered dryly.

“If anyone failed Kenobi, it was Jinn.” Shaak Ti offered sternly in return. “If I had been on the council when they were starting out, I would have had them both under observation, that was not a healthy bond for all that the Force formed it naturally.”

There was some discomforted shifting at her words then a lot of sighs.

“Out of respect for Knight Obi-Wan, we should let this subject go for now and instead focus on what we should do for our Initiates and Padawans. I will speak to Obi-Wan tomorrow.” Plo murmured before sighing. “Lets instead focus on what we can change and the future of our Order. our younglings are after all our future.”

“And perhaps…” Depa leaned forward, looking around the room. “We should consider contacting Queen Amidala? She would be very interested in hearing about about the former representative of Naboo and she may have more information for us if we find any evidence to support Obi-Wan’s claims.”

Plo rubbed his chin lightly with his claws. “She’s in her last term as Queen is she not. She wouldn’t have much to loose on giving us information if so.” He mused.

“Then decided it has been, speak to Obi-Wan, Plo shall. Speak to Queen Amidala Depa shall.” Yoda looked around the room. “Focus on the creche, the Initiates and the padawans the rest of us shall and examine the systems we have used for so long.”

His ears dropped a bit. “Fear what we find I now do. A day ago, safe I thought it was, a working system with minor faults. Uncertain I now am… others suffered for them perhaps?” He looked his full eight hundred in that moment.

“…I guess we’ll find out.” Mace rumbled deeply.

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

Imagine: Chris waving at his little girl (and wife) behind the camera from the stage at Comic Con. 

Rating: G
Warnings: FLUFF!!!! Daddy!Chris, Husband!Chris
Summary: Chris brings his family to San Diego Comic Con as he promote Avengers: Age of Ultron. As his wife takes photographs/videos of him onstage, Chris couldn’t help but smile and wave to his family.
Note: Hi @writingcreatingstorytelling @mumbles411 @ariallane @jamesgiuseppe, I hope you don’t mind me giving this idea of yours a little revamp. Hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by eaion

Title: Criminal Meets Criminal
Pairing: Leonard Snart x Female!Reader.
Words: 778.
Rating: T.

“Who are you and what are you doing with my diamond?” You said as you observed the crouched man in front of you who wore a blue parka, handling a diamond you were about to steal yourself. Slowly approaching him, you aimed a gun against the back of his pepper-salted head. “Your diamond? I believe you are mistaken, this is my diamond.” He responded with a long drawl that sent a shiver up your spine. “I don’t think so.” You clicked the safety off of the gun and pressed it into his head. “I’ll ask one more time, who are you?”

“Leonard Snart, Robber of ATM’s.” He answered slipping the diamond into his pocket before he quickly swung back, effectively knocking the gun out of your hand and capturing you in his arms, your back pressed against his firm chest. “And you are?” He asked his own gun digging into the soft flesh of your jaw. You thickly before answering. “(Y/N) (L/N), Robber of Jewelry.”

“Nice to meet you and goodbye.” Leonard said, his cold gun whirring to life. As quick as he had you, he as easily lost you. Luckily you escaped Leonard’s hold and grabbed the other gun that was hidden on your ankle. You pointed the gun at him as he did the same to you. “Impressive.” He smirked. “Thanks, but I’ll be heading out now.” You replied as you held up the diamond he previously had placed in his pocket and tucked it into your pouch.

Your eyes shined in a mischievous glint and your luscious red lips formed a smirk that mirrored his own and soon vanished as he felt his now diamond-less pocket. “Sneaky little kitty.” Leonard growled out. “Meow.” You purred as you challenged the tall kleptomaniac.

His once surprised gaze turned hard and cold. “Hand over the diamond, or I’ll freeze you where you stand.” You have a sarcastic ‘Oooh’ and shivered slightly form the severity of tone.

“Only of you can catch me.” You darted behind a metal case ducking for cover as a bright light shot through the glass, shattering it in the process. “My, my, what a gun you have. Quite exquisite Mr. Snart.” You raised your voice from behind the case. Leonard only grunted in response.

In your crouched position you slowly turned the corner of the case and observed your possible routes for escape. When only one was available you launched for it.  You might of made it if not for the gun that was knocked out of your grip moments before. As you stepped on the gun, it slipped like a banana peel and you toppled down. Leonard smirked at you slowly striding towards your fallen form. “Alright now take it easy, Leonard.” You groaned out as he looked down at you with a malicious shine floating through his eyes. “The diamond, now.”

“Okay, okay…” Swiftly you swiped his legs and he fell backwards, his gun slid out of his reach and a loud thump echoed through the museum. Now you were the one towering over him with your second gun aimed at Leonard. He watched you curiously, as you crouched down to sit on his lap. Leonard’s hand automatically went to grip your hips. You placed your hands on his chest and leaned down, your lips barley brushing his. “As much as fun as I have had, I will taking my leave.” You whispered your hot breath gently brushing his lips. He hummed quietly.

“I don’t suppose I’ll see you on another heist any time soon?” Leonard questioned, the smallest hint of hope settling in his eyes as gaze moves down to your lips and then back to your eyes. You shifted on his lap and he groaned. A sigh of content made its way past your red lips. “Right Pocket.” You replied, getting up and sending a wink over your shoulder for good measure before turning away, getting your guns, diamond in hand, making your way out of the museum with as much as ease as a cat slinking off into the shadows.

Leonard got up with a grunt and patted off the dust on his parka, getting his gun and putting it back in his holster. Confusion laced it’s way on his brow when he recalled what you had said and he quickly moved to search his right pocket, only to find a small card stuffed in there. ‘Star City’s Finest Jewelry, 3 weeks time. - Love (Y/N)’ Read the card, bringing the smallest of grins to his lips. Truth be told, the moment you had the upper hand on him, he was intrigued by you. And he was going to figure you out one way or another.

Either/Or: Duck 2

A continuation of the “first word that your soulmate says is tattooed on your body” au

“What do you mean she said no?” Kara yelled, storming after her boss and her sister through the hall of the DEO. “All you had to do was tell her that a homicidal maniac wanted to keep trying to kill her and escaped from prison. She’s like a genius. Surely she could do that basic math.”

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Langst - Home Away From Home

Sooooo sorry for everyone who has been waiting for this headcanon, which I wanted to post earlier this week, but have been too tired to do so! 

Anyway, this is just a short one! Apologies for mistakes!

Lance is back home. There’s a teary reunion as he’s welcomed back by many tight embraces. It feels like a dream.

Everyone asks him about where he disappeared to, not believing him when he tells them about Voltron. They just assume he ran off with his friends, for which he receives a harsh scolding from his mother.

After many hours of catching up, the house seems to finally calm down, and it’s as if Lance had never left. Everything was just as he remembered, and he hadn’t felt so at ease in ages. Then it starts.

He doesn’t take much notice of it at first. He’ll sometimes wake up, going downstairs to the kitchen, asking Hunk what was for breakfast, only to remember when upon opening his eyes he finds his mum preparing his favourite breakfast. No neon coloured space goo in sight. Lance justified it by thinking about the fact that he’d only just got back. Besides, he’d known Hunk back at the Garrison, before Voltron, so he had grown accustomed to his constant company.

There were similar occasions where he’d catch himself almost calling out to the others, but it wasn’t too bad. It was the other things that concerned him.

Nightmares were common. He relived life on the battlefield, the dense sound of blasters firing from all around him at once. He’d wake up in a sweat, springing from his bed, his right hand shifting to his hip to grasp his bayar-

Oh. Right. He didn’t have that anymore. Didn’t /need/ it anymore, he tried to assure himself. Honestly, he should feel safer away from the battles, but now he knew of the dangers that lay in space, and without his weapon, his armour, his lion, his team…he felt more exposed than ever.

He became a little jumpy over sudden noises, and every so often he’d find himself spending hours just staring up at the sky, wondering whether something would come for Earth next. /When/ something would come.

Lance’s family grew worried. They kept insisting that he was misremembering. Of /course/ he hadn’t gone to space to fight in an intergalactic war! They reminded him of this every chance they got. It was so tempting to listen. The temptation grew as his memories became less defined, but there was a longing, a feeling of almost homesickness that would overcome him whenever he indulged in the idea. Yet it made no sense. THIS was his home, not in space with Hunk and-


How many had he lived with? …5? 6?

This was ridiculous! He couldn’t forget them after spending so long with them! …then why. Why couldn’t he recall their names?! He had lost their faces weeks ago, but that wasn’t unusual for Lance who easily forgot people’s faces. He never forgot names though. Until now. It still didn’t make sense, why would he forget them when they had been so close? Unless…unless it /had/ been his imagination. Had he really conjured up such a vivid story? Well, Lance supposed, it wasn’t that vivid anymore. However, he was overcome with such a strong sense of /wrongness/ as he considered it. Maybe the pressure at the Garrison really /had/ got to him.

A little after two months since his return, he dreamt again. He dreamt of sitting in a room, staring out into the stars around him. He heard quiet footsteps approaching him, then a figure sat at his side. Lance turned to find a pair of eyes, a striking mixture of silver and violet that reminded him of the hues of the amethysts he’d collected as a child, and a face framed by dark hair which fell across it as they tilted their head to regard him.

“Thinking of home?” Lance found himself nodding instinctively, only to wonder why he did so. Earth had been the farthest thing on his mind.

He opened his mouth to ask why they had come, but found, alarmingly, that their name would not form. His eyes widened in fear and he reached out to them, hoping they could tell him what it was. He needed to know. He cried out as his hand slipped through their arm. He launched himself at the person as they begun to fade, their body evaporating into the air. He couldn’t go, couldn’t leave him!

Lance woke as he fell from his bed, eyes stinging with tears. However, he could feel the dream slipping from his mind, fading just as- … “Just as”, what? Why was he crying?

He wanted to call out for someone, but for the life of him couldn’t think who. Who? Who was it?!

Lance stood up twisting on the spot as he desperately looked around his room as if he might find the answers. Then a full-body shiver ran through him. He collapsed.

Voices swirled around Lance as arms surrounded him, supported him. Ah, he loved these voices. They soothed him immediately. One sounded beside his ear, and before he knew it, Lance was speaking.


“Lance? Hey, you awake now?” Lance opened his eyes, quickly shutting them as they burned under the blaring light that greeted them. As he regained his awareness, he realised that he was sitting up, his back supported by two arms steadying his sides. He tried to turn his head as his vision cleared to see Keith’s face, but the movement must’ve been too quick, for a bout of nausea overcame him.

“Easy there! You’ve been in the cryo-pod for quite some time. It’ll take a while for your strength to return.” Coran. How had Lance forgotten? He must’ve been speaking the truth as Lance could already feel his strength waning. He fell asleep, safe in the knowledge they’d all be there when he woke.

Lance slept for another day and when he finally came to he spent ages devouring Hunk’s delicious space goo delights. He was told about how he’d been close to an exploding building, the blast sending a large piece of metal into his side, knocking him backwards. He had luckily fallen unconscious, saving him from experiencing the pain of what was, apparently, quite a severe wound.

“In fact, if left any longer, it would’ve been a mortal one!” Coran had kindly chipped in. He had spent four days in the pod.

Lance found Keith later that day on the bridge, staring out into the blanket of stars that surrounded them. He had a strange feeling of déjà vu, but shook it off and went to sit beside Keith. His memories had come back over the course of the day, and he could finally recall the moment the explosion occurred. He remembered his last thoughts.

“Hey,” Lance started, catching Keith’s attention.

“Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I dreamt in the pod.”

“Oh?” Lance sighed as he remembered the vivid reality he had been stuck in.

“I dreamt I was back with my family.”

“You dreamt of your home?” Lance opened his mouth to respond, before he stopped himself, frowning in thought. He looked over to Keith and thought of how desperate he had been in the dream.

“One of them,” he settled on as an answer. Keith didn’t question his odd choice of words, only humming in understanding before looking back out into space.

Lance had never considered having two homes was possible, not really, but now he knew for certain that he would always feel homesick without him family. Either one of them.

He thought back to his last thoughts before he’d fallen unconscious and shook his head disapprovingly.

“I wish I was back home…”

Honestly, where else had he been all this time?


There you have it at last! Hope you enjoyed, and if you’d like to read more of my headcanons, check out my masterpost.

anonymous asked:

1. your latest works with Reyes, and Mccree are pure gold! please don't stop writing them because they are just way too good. <3 + 2. Can I request one where the reader is a caucasian sniper woman, with low self esteem (but is in reality kind of hot) and Mccree acknowledging her beauty?

Ah, thank you, I love that you enjoy reading them! Of course, it is short but I hope you enjoy reading!

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You closed one eye and looked through the scope. Your body was flat on the gravel top of a grungy motel, hidden in the shadows behind flashing neon lights. The stones were uncomfortable to lie on, especially when all you were wearing was a skintight black body suit to slip into the darkness. You had no use for armour, as the fight was never brought to you.

You could see the target you were assigned to maim - not kill; more than a shock to show how valuable they were and not waste their life away more than anything. The brief was incredibly specific. They were just standing there, hip struck out as their weight was passed to one side. A cigarrette hung from the corner of their mouth and the smoke drifted up infrequently, the light from their holopad ominously lighting up their face. You slightly moved your sight down, focusing in between the hip and the thigh.

You squeezed the trigger and the shot rang out. Chaos ensued with people screaming and glass breaking, confused to what was happening. The target dropped to the floor, clutching their side and shouting for help amongs the commotion. A smile ghosted across your lips.

Mission complete.

“Well done, dollface.” A southern drawl sounded over your earpiece.
“Just packing up, be at the rendezvous in approximately seven minutes.”
“Right at'cha, sweetheart.”

Will he ever cease with his pet names? You rolled your eyes to yourself, precisely packing your sniper away into what appeared to be a saxophone case in it’s previous life, as not draw suspicion.

Hooking the strap of the case over your shoulder, you slid down the rungs of the fire escape ladder until your feet lightly hit the the floor. You pulled your black scarf to cover the bottom half of your face. Your skin was so pale it would no doubt reflect any light shone at you, and that isn’t what you wanted at this time. Black covered every inch of your body, from the flats you wore on your feet to the beanie that sat atop your long locks.

A few minutes of fast paced walking and you had arrived at the meeting point. McCree was facing the other way from you, looking up at the stars no doubt appreciating their beauty. That was one good thing of being so far away from a city was that there was no light pollution and you could just see for miles.

“They are.” You agreed.

Jesse span around, his signature cigar hanging from his lips and his thumbs in his belt buckles. You had to admit, working in Blackwatch had its advantages, and working with the one and only Jesse McCree was one of them.

“I was talkin’ ‘bout you.”

Your brows furrowed. You and Jesse had been in a constant back and forth the past month or so. To say you had low self-esteem was an understatement, and to then be constantly paired with this confident piece of shit every mission didn’t help. He was lovely, but his ego was bigger than that ridiculous belt buckle he still wore.

“Not now. We need to debrief.”
“I mean, you could'a said earlier..” He made his way to start unzipping his trousers, a wolfish grin plastered on his face.
“I’m just playin’. I don’t understand ya, doll.” He stalked his way over to you, you following his dance and stepping back.
“Good.” You said bluntly.

Your back hit the solid front of a tree, your head now tilted up to look at the figure looming over you.

“You wear this kinda shit on missions,’ he said, plucking the beanie off of your head and pulling the scarf down from your face, ‘and don’t expect me to get even a little-”

“Funnily enough I don’t dress like this for you.” You snapped before he could finish what he saying. “I dress like this because it’s uniform and so I don’t have my cover blown.”

He sighed. Taking your hands he gently removed the finger of each glove and slowly pulled them off. He rolled the wrists together and gave the pair back to you.

“I don’t understand why ya cover up.”
“Like I said-”
“No. That’s for missions. Even at base you still don’t show a lot off.”
“Maybe because I don’t have a lot to show off.” You mumbled, dropping your head to look at the earthy ground.

McCree put his finger under your chin and forced you to look at him. His eyebrows were crossed, a concerned look in his eyes.

“You do realise you’re beautiful, right?”
You shook your head. You had always felt plain in comparison to the other women at the Overwatch headquarters. People like Angela and Captain Amari were on another level, and if little Fareeha grew up to look anything like her mother then wow.

“I don’t know why you hide everything away.” His hand had trailed to cup your cheek. “Why do you think we were always together on missions?”

Bastard. Of course it was him.

“I only thought you were a pretty face, but seeing you complete a job and complete it well? Oh boy.” A light dusting of pink scattered his cheeks. “Does more t'a man than you can imagine.”

“I- just.. Seeing how Overwatch ever seems to hire supermodels these days, I was surprised to be even be shortlisted..”

He looked taken aback, as though he was offended.

“Darlin’, Overwatch hires people for their skill. When I heard a sniper was joining Blackwatch I was mighty excited. Then to see it was you?” He put his hands on his hips and exaggerated a huff, making you chuckle. “Brains 'nd talent are far more respectable than just what'cha look like. As long as you put 'n the effort, no one can ever doubt ya. One day, I will make you see that. For now all I’ll do is call ya pretty and hope you agree with me.” He ended with a hat tilt and a cheeky smirk.

His hands cupped your cheeks and he pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

“Until we become more, that’s all I can do f'ya.”
“Until we become more?” You questioned, eyebrow raising.“
“Of course, honey. One day we’re g'na settle down in a nice 'lil cottage with a red front door and a white picket fence..” he trailed off, resting his head on top of yours.

You weren’t even a couple before tonight, but things may have now changed. You smiled gratefully, leaning into his embrace.

“Jesse, I hate to interrupt-”
“And we can get two dogs-”

He took your hand, leading you over to the dropship, no intention of stopping this fantasy of his.

“One can be called-”
He looked at you, eyes wide from realising he’d been rambling.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, pulling you into an embrace.

“Anytime, doll.”

johnlockedatbakerst  asked:

Headcannon/prompt: Sherlock is mid case at NSY & John has to pick up toddler Rosie. When he brings her in, there's a few incredulous questions about Sherlock helping raise her from Greg and snide remarks about it from Donovan. Rosie is a bit tired and fussy. However, as soon as Sherlock walks in, Rosie lights up and reaches for him and he settles her on his hip without blinking and carries on working, while she rests her head under his chin and settles down. The others are surprised- John is not

@johnlockedatbakerst This has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now but I hope it’s worth the wait!

Sherlock was mid rant about footprints in “his” crime scene, mocking Anderson’s ability to handle a scene when an alarm rung out from John’s phone.

“And that’ll be John’s cue to go pick Rosie up from daycare,” Sherlock’s said, punctuating the end of his rant.

“Yeah,” John agreed, switching off the alarm. “Where are we in this? Do you still need me? Should we go home?” John never really wanted to go home while Sherlock was on a case. Being stuck at home going stir crazy when there was adventure going on was never good for his state of mind. But NSY wasn’t exactly the most inviting place for a two year old. With the phones and criminals and the office workers cooing at her, distracted detectives splitting their attention between the baby and the investigation, and Sherlock’s manic energy a trip to the office was a cocktail ensured to create a tantrum. But he always left the option to come back open, just in case.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll text in twenty. Go get Rosie, I’ll be just fine without you for now.”

John nodded. “Right.”

On his way to the lifts, John placed an order for an Uber and it had arrived by the time he exited the lobby of the building. He was walked through the doors of Rosie’s daycare to find the blonde sniffling and rubbing her eyes. Seeing her obvious malcontent, he bent down to scoop her into his arms and comfort her.

“Hey there, little bee. What’s the matter, love?”

One of her caretakers appeared beside them and said, “someone’s a little crabby today. We had a little trouble napping today.”

“That’s not on at all, is it,” John asked Rosie whose only reply was to whine and mash her head into John’s neck. Well, home it is, then, John told himself. He didn’t deny the small pang of disappointment but his daughter needed some rest and Sherlock hadn’t texted so it wasn’t likely he was needed.


John flinched, Sherlock’s text alert summoning part of his attention. One handed, he dug into his pocket to read the incoming text.

-There were lacerations found on the victim’s feet. Definitely not self-inflicted. Need your opinion.

John clicked the talk to text feature, a godsend that Sherlock installed to help him with what his partner called “deplorable use of opposable digits”. The microphone icon glowed blue and John talked into the phone, “Rosie is fussy. Send a picture?” He pressed the send button and walked outside, bouncing Rosie on his hip as he went.

The reply was immediate.

-Bring her. Lestrade won’t let me take the pictures home. Says they’re evidence.

-Terribly inconvenient.

-Shouldn’t be too long. We can go home once you’ve gotten a good look.

-You can make the thing with the peas for dinner.

John replied, “are you sure?”

-Of course. See you soon.

John kissed Rosie’s forehead and asked her, “papa needs some help. Want to go see him?” Rosie nodded her head, her curls tickling his skin as she moved. “Well then, let’s get a ride then.”

Fifteen minutes later, John and Rosie were walking through the doors of NSY. It had been quite awhile since they had brought Rosie to NSY. Even then, only a handful of times before daycare started. Back then she mostly slept in the carrier or was passed around the office like a bag of chips, watched over by a couple of friendly officers. It hadn’t escaped John’s notice that people had intensely watched Sherlock interacting with Rosie without trying to look like it. They muttered under their breath about Sherlock’s apparent lack of attention and wondered why John was “allowing” Sherlock to dictate where “his” daughter was taken.

John had bit his tongue. Of course he was irritated that, even after all this time and everything Sherlock had done to prove his was human, that he did care, there were still people who saw him as he was before John. Unyielding, cold, distant. That just wasn’t the case anymore.

John had been given the gift of Sherlock’s unflinching devotion and that devotion naturally extended to Rosie. It didn’t take too long after Mary’s death for them to finally pull their heads out of their arses and admit what had been glaringly obvious from the moment they met; they were impossibly in love with each other and always had been. And once that fact was embraced, there was no turning back. They were both in with both feet in both love and work. But that didn’t mean much had changed.

They still shared 221B. The only real difference is that John had folded his clothes in alongside Sherlock’s in their drawers and Rosie had a room to herself. They still fought over silly things like whose turn was it to get the milk; it was perpetually Sherlock’s because John always broke down and bought it because the Great Detective couldn’t be arsed to actually get it. Only now, those fights ended in kissing and maybe a tussle in the sheets. They still worked together, as effective a team as there ever was. Only now they were sure not to take unnecessary risks with their lives to avoid making an orphan of their daughter. Still, they took out life insurance policies and updated their wills to provide a future for Rosie.

From the outside, John did admit, it didn’t look like much had changed in Sherlock. He still snapped at his colleagues, he still called everyone idiots, he still dashed off without much warning, and he still ran intellectual circles around everyone he came in contact with. But if one was inclined to look, they would see that little things had changed.

Sherlock never failed to check in on John while he poured over documents. When Rosie was with them, he made sure that someone checked Rosie’s nappies, even if it wasn’t him. He even tried to scarf down a few nibbles of food at John’s insistence when he was feeding Rosie and himself. Granted, he didn’t pick her up or fawn over her while he was working. But he didn’t pay close attention to John or himself when he was working. His partner was more than affectionate enough for the three of them when he wasn’t swimming in a case and John clung to those moments when The Work took precedence. Sherlock’s emotional distance while working was an accepted and predictable pattern, anticipated by all those who knew and worked with him. He had known and prepared for it and it bothered him that no one else could see the softer Sherlock. The one who read bedtime stories in funny voices, loved bathtime because he could play pirates, and learned lullabies on the violin. But that Sherlock wasn’t the one who saved people, so John tried to push his irritation aside. John knew that having a child wouldn’t change much about how Sherlock went about The Work. But John wasn’t about to get into a long drawn conversation to defend Sherlock against people who refused to see him.

There were more important things.

Stepping out of the lift, he was greeted by Lestrade. “Hey there, John. And Miss Rosie, how are you darling?”

Rosie turned her head away from him, hiding her face in John’s neck. John smiled at the movement and cupped her head, lightly massaging the back of her head. “We’re a little fussy today.”

“Gotcha, no stranger to that,” Lestrade said, giving them a little space. “His Majesty call for you, then?”

“Yeah, where is he?”

Lestrade gestured to a bank of empty interrogation rooms. “We’ve got him set up in one of the rooms over here. But if Rosie’s needing to go home, I’m sure he’ll be fine without you.”

John shook his head. “He said he needed some input on the lacerations you all found. It won’t take long, a half hour won’t make much difference in her mood to be honest. Then I’ll be taking them all home and out of your hair.”

“Don’t mention hair, mate,” Lestrade joked deprecatingly, running a hand through his thinning hair.

Donovan met them outside the room and said, “are you serious? He’s calling for you when you have her?”

John’s brow furrowed. “I always have Rosie. That’s part of the “parent package”, Sally.”

Donovan rolled her eyes. “Anyone can see she’s in no state to be out. Sherlock’s just being selfish, calling for you when you should be at home.”

John frowned, knowing that in a way she was right. Rosie did need to go home. But if Sherlock needed him, he wasn’t going to ignore him. That’s not how they worked. Not anymore.

He opened his mouth to speak when Rosie started whining and squirming in his arms, clearly restless and her patience wearing thin. John struggled to hold her and Donovan said, “see? Just take her home. Even Sherlock has to see that she shouldn’t be here.”

As if on cue, Sherlock poked his head out of the door, requesting post-its. “Oh, John! Wonderful, come here, I think I found something.”

At Sherlock’s voice, Rosie went still and whipped her head around to see Sherlock. Her eyes, watering and nearing Impending Tantrum territory, she shoved her little arms out to him and called out, “papa! Want you!”

Sherlock, without pausing, said, “of course. You can help your daddy and I figure out this little puzzle, come here.” He took her from John’s arms and settled her on his hip and in three seconds flat, she was quiet and still.

Lestrade and Donovan’s jaws hit the floor.

Without giving his colleagues the time of day, he refocused his attention on John. “Now that that’s settled, come, I have pictures to show you. Molly won’t let me see the body until tomorrow, most inconvenient.” He swanned into his temporary office, gesturing wildly with his one free hand as he went. “Now, this is going to sound highly improbably, but just hear me out.”

John grinned, tucking away his beam of pride deep in his chest and followed his madman into the room, bypassing Lestrade and Donovan. “Of course, love.”

Sherlock, with Rosie along for the ride, began to pace around the room spouting off his theories. John leaned against the metal table in the middle of the room and looked at the pictures Molly had sent them. Eventually, the even, if quick, pacing of Sherlock’s feet soon had Rosie snoring in his arms. At a particularly loud snuffle, Sherlock stopped mid sentence. He glanced down at the girl tucked into his body and curled his other arm around her to hug her closer. He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead before making eye contact with John.

Sherlock whispered, “naptime a lost cause at daycare, then?”

John nodded. “She probably won’t sleep long. But if we’re lucky she’ll make it home and be ready to eat something when we get back.”

“The thing with the peas,” Sherlock asked hopefully.

John smiled fondly and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Sherlock nodded slowly, smoothing Rosie’s curls with his palm. John couldn’t help himself, he straightened and closed the small distance between them to kiss his daughter and then Sherlock’s lips. The kiss was chaste and sweet and when it ended they pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed.

John whispered, “you know Donovan and Lestrade are watching.”

Sherlock huffed. “Let them look.” Sherlock extricated his arm from between John and Rosie and wrapped it around John’s waist to pull him close. “You were angry when you came in. It made Rosie more irritable. What happened?”

John chuckled lightly. “What? You can’t deduce it?”

“Of course I can. You just want to talk. So talk.”

“Git,” John whispered under his breath. “They still think you’re a machine, that you don’t care about us.”

“They’re idiots,” Sherlock said simply. As if there was no need for further explanation.

“I’m an idiot,” John pointed out. “Said so yourself.”

“Yes, well,” Sherlock said, amusement in his voice. He pulled back slightly and they opened their eyes to look at each other. “You’ve always been quicker on the uptake than the rest.”

“Took me long enough,” John mumbled.

“But you got there. That’s all that counts. Now,” Sherlock said, leaning in to kiss him softly once before straightening himself up and holding Rosie more securely. “I think it’s time we get our little bee home. We’re all hungry and I need my violin. Don’t bother putting anything away, Lestrade can do that.”

Lestrade’s voice over the intercom came through, “oi! I am not your nursemaid!”

“That’s what you get for A. spying, and B. not letting me take things home with me.”

“It’s evidence you berk,” Lestrade complained.

“Tsk, tsk, detective,” Sherlock chided, walking towards the door. “Such language. And around little innocent ears.”

“Bite me,” Lestrade barked back before silencing the intercom.

John chuckled and shook his head. He quickly scooped the papers on the table into a stack and stuck them in an empty folder. Lestrade met him in the doorway, looking somewhat sheepish. He had never seen Sherlock so demonstrative before and John supposed it could be considered a shock.

John just gave him a knowing smile. “We’ll let you know what he comes up with. Night, Greg.” Without another word, he followed in his partner’s footsteps to find him waiting at the lift doors. John placed a hand on the small of Sherlock’s back and pressed the call button. “Ready for home?”

“God yes,” Sherlock replied.

New Girl..

Pairing: Alex Lightwood x Reader 
Fandom: Shadow Hunters

Author’s Note: Okay so I know it’s been too long and this one isnt that great either but still guys I would really apreciate your feedback so if you can please do leave a comment or two.. :* 

“….so where do we have to go for this mission?” Y/N asked as they made their way towards the weapons room where they are supposed to meet up with the other two members of this mission Jace and Alec.

“According to the information we’ll be able to track the warlock who’s been making deals with this nest of vamps for the last 2 months in the Pandemonium club.” Izzy said while carefully selecting her weapons finally settling on her signature electrum whip and a pair of daggers.

Y/N nodded her head while picking up her seraph blade along with her set of shurikens (ninja stars) which she uses like an extension of her own body.

“ By the looks of it, it seems Shuriken girl is tagging along in this mission as well..” Alec said while making his way over to the weapon area with an irritated look on his face his parabatai, Jace following him. “We can use some Shurikens on this mission Alec.” Jace said while tucking a dagger in his shoe.

Y/N shrugs at her best friend Izzy as she gives her a look questioning about Alec’s mood. “Hurry up arrow guy pick up your stuff so we can get moving…” Y/N said getting a little impatient as this was your 1st official mission in the New York Institute. As you had previously been working from the Hawaii Institute until out of nowhere The Clave decided to transfer you to the New York Institute.

Although the transfer at first was a little hard for you as you had a whole life in Hawaii which you had to leave behind to come to New York, until you met Izzy and became friends with her and Jace as well. They made you feel like you were a part of something letting you into their group without any hesitation, well that is except for their brother Alec who liked to act distant.

Everyone was ready to leave when Alec decided to drop a bomb”She’s not going with us.” Pointing in Y/N’s direction. “WHAT…WHY?!” Y/N exclaimed in surprise. “Because you are not ready and I don’t want you to screw up this mission for us it’s too important to be taken lightly.”

“The Hell Alec! I’m not a new recruit! I’ve been doing this for the past 2 years in Hawaii. Just because I’m transferred here doesn’t mean I left all my training in Hawaii and have to train again like a rookie…” Y/N exclaimed getting really irritated by Alec’s bossy claim.

“Y/N! Maryse wants to talk to you. Go meet with her as soon as your free…..” Robert said while entering the room but trailing off as he noticed the tension in the room. “Am I interrupting something? ”. “No, father. We were just leaving. Y/N’s going to go see mother right away.” Alec said while moving out followed by his parabatai and sister.

“Don’t worry you’re definitely going with us next time and we’ll break Alec’s nose if he’ll try to stop you.” Izzy whispered to you with a light wink in Y/N’s direction on her way out of the institute.

 Y/N’s POV:

As soon as they left me here having nothing to do I decided to go to Maryse’s room to see what she wanted to talk to me about. Right now I’m standing outside her door ready to knock wondering what she might want to talk about.  “Come in” she said as soon as my hand made contact with her door. She looked up at me as soon as I entered her door and bobbed her head once to acknowledge my presence and gestured towards the seat in front of her desk. Not to delay any further I sit and wait for her to talk. “I hope you are settled here Y/N.” was that even a question? I wondered. “Look Y/N, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. I heard that you haven’t attended any mission since your arrival. The Clave sent you here to help with the missions. So I want you to join the kids on their next mission. You are a well trained shadow hunter so there’s no need to see you train again like a rookie, understood?!” “Yes.” I said while in my head there was so much more that I wanted to say. What’s the use we all know Maryse is a practical woman and she doesn’t want any stupid excuses. I too am dying to go on a mission as soon as possible I am sick of sitting in the institute for the last 2 months. All I want is some real action which is out there and not in here.

Alec’s POV:

“All this seemed way simpler in my head..” Jace said as he fought of some demons which were making their way towards him. Izzy was trying to get a grip of the warlock who took of as soon as he saw us shadow hunters walking into the pandemonium. Now there were non-stop demons coming out of nowhere and attacking us. I don’t want to admit it but it doesn’t seem like this mission is going to be accomplished today. As the number of demons was increasing by the minute we weren’t left with a choice Jace signaled me that we should leave before we get ourselves killed, as much as I hate to admit it he was right. We made our way outside the pandemonium where Izzy was supposed to be but she was nowhere in sight.

Y/N’s POV:

I was in the training room when I heard all the commotion well it’s about time they’re back. I made my way towards the door ready to hear them boast about how they kicked ass out there that’s when my eyes landed on Izzy she was held up by her brothers. Her face contoured in pain. She was hurt. I ran towards her to help them . “ What the hell happened?!” I asked as soon as I saw how she was withering and moaning in pain but there was no sign of any injury on her body. “The warlock out some spell on her.” Jace said as he laid her down on the bed. “It’s the spell that’s causing her pain.” Alec said his voice laced with worry as he watched his sister suffer. I looked at Izzy and knew what I had to do, “I’m sorry Izzy.” I said as I hit her lightly on her accu-points which I was sure would knock her out for some time. “What the hell did you do to her?” Alec snarled at me as soon as Izzy was out cold. “I knocked her out without hurting her because I can’t see her in pain. I know someone who might be able to help.” I said as  I left the room to make a call.

Alec’s POV:

“Man! It’s amazing how she’s recovering so fast usually these stupid warlocks’ spells wear off in weeks..” Jace said in amazement. “I like her, she’s definitely going with us on our next mission!” “Do whatever you want..” I said as I watched my little sister’s peaceful sleeping face.

Y/N’s POV:

“Alec…” “You’re awake!” “Y/N?” “Yeah, Hey! It’s okay. How are you feeling?” “Never better” Izzy said as she tried to get up and I made my way to her bedside holding out a glass of water for her knowing she might be thirsty. “Thanks..” Izzy smiled at me as she drank the whole glass in big gulps. “Hey!” Izzy said as she saw her brothers entering her room to probably check on her. “Wow! You really are awake!” Jace exclaimed obviously surprised by the development. “Why? How long was I out?” Izzy asked confused. “Well you know the warlock casted some spell on you and all. And you do know how long these spells take to wear off ….” “Was I out cold for a whole week???????!!!!!” Izzy asked clearly thrown off guard. “No.” Alec deadpanned. “ Shuriken here did some stuff and you were out for only a day which Jace finds surprising.” Alec said getting bored with the conversation.

“Well, someone has to get the information out of him and as far as I know Izzy already tried and failed. No offence Izzy!” “Non taken, in fact she’s right. Y/N you go we’ll just wait for your signal.” Izzy smiled at you and threw a sharp glare in Alec’s direction who was mumbling something under his breath.

Right now we are all standing outside a building which resembled an old warehouse. According to my information the warlock was going to attend a party thrown by the famous warlock Magnus Bane inside this warehouse. And here we are trying to get information from the same warlock who nearly killed Izzy.

I took the jacket which I was wearing, off and handed it over to Jace as I made my way inside party-warehouse in my black lace dress which covered my runes and defined my curves as well. It was a definite requirement as it was Magnus’ party and he was a fan of fancy.

I could feel some eyes on me as I made my way in and after greeting Magnus I went over to the bar and found the warlock from whom I needed the info. I passed a flirty smirk his way as I caught him staring at me. Yes, I do know how to play my cards. After all I had a lot of time to learn on my rendezvous with demons and warlocks in Hawaii. “A margarita.” I told the bartender as soon as he asked.  “Put it on my tab Lizz.” I heard a man say as he ordered himself one as well. I turned around to come face-to-face with my target. He took the empty seat beside me and I knew what I had to do.

“Y/N!!!!” Izzy exclaimed as I made my way out of the warehouse towards them. “We were waiting for your signal! What happened?!” Jace inquired. “Well, there was no need for the signal….” “I can bet the warlock wasn’t at the party…” Alec said while cutting me off and I gladly returned the favor by cutting him off in return “Job went pretty smoothly and I got all the information out of the warlock over some drinks.” I smirked as I noticed Alec hold his eye-roll midway. This earned me a “Great!!” along with a high5 from Jace and a giggle and an appreciative nod from Izzy.

Alec’s POV:
“What is it Izzy??” I asked Izzy while taking a break from training. “Well…?” Izzy said while giving me a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ look. Of course I know what she wants from me. She wants me to apologize to Y/N for not trusting her and for not treating her like she deserves to be treated. I do know that I’ve been a douche to her since she was introduced to us but I don’t know something happens to me when she’s nearby. “Alec, when are you ever going to put your bad boy demeanor off around her? She’s part of the group now and you can’t just be a douche around her forever. You’ll have to come around someday, why not sooner than later?!” Izzy stated while she made her way out of the training room.

Y/N’s POV:
“Izzy how many times will I have to tell you that you don’t have to knock on my door before coming in…” I trailed off as my eyes land on the last person I expected. “It’s me, Alec. Can I come in?” he asked while peeking his head in my room through the half open door. “Come in!” I said, though it did surprise me a lot but it would be rude of me to send him away from my door. “I um…I…” take a seat I said cutting his ramble off. “ Is everything okay?” I asked while placing a stool to sit on, in front of my bed where he sat. He looked at me like I had a horn on my head “Yeah, um yes. Fine, everything is fine… No! no it’s not fine that’s what I’m here to talk about.”

Alec’s POV:

God! Not again! This was a bad idea I shouldn’t have listen to Izzy… What if I mess up she’s going to think I’m a fool and STOP!! Stop Alec seriously get a grip on yourself. She’s looking at you… Oh she’s saying something. Fuck! She’s talking to you. Focus!!!! “Huh?” I said because my inner monologue made me miss what she was saying.. “See, that’s exactly what I mean.” “What do you mean?” What the hell! Have I messed up without eve saying a thing? “Alec. You need to rest whatever you want to talk about can wait.” She said holding my shoulders. “No! it can’t wait. Because until I get it off my chest I won’t be able to rest let alone sleep. Look I um.. I’m sorry for how I behaved I didn’t mean to be mean I just …” “You just what?” she asked. I placed my hands on her shoulders getting closer to her and fortunately for me she didn’t push me back neither did she flip…

“I like you.” There I’ve said it.

“I know..”

“You do!?”

“Yeah I thought you were just an ass at first but then I talked to Izzy and she told me..” she said smiling. Man! She has such a pretty smile. “I’m glad you finally worked up the courage to tell me though. Now are you going to kiss me or will Izzy have to give you a little push for that as well…”

“Is that so…” I said as I leaned in to kiss her.

Teacher, My Teacher - BTS (Jimin)(M)

Summary: Hii!!!! Can I request a Jimin smut in which he is a single dad and you are his son teacher. And his son loves you a lot (AS A TEACHER/MOM). And well, after seeing you at his son’s school he starts to fall in love with, and he is also happy that his son get along with you.

Pairing: Jimin (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Genre: Smutty Fluff. So much fluff.

Warnings: It’s smut. There’s grownup stuff here. Please use your discretion 😊

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Title: Fatal Attraction (Part 2.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Diana (original female character)
Diana decides to give Ike a call when Ben leaves the house.
Word Count: 2,558
Warning: Phone sex (dirty talk), masturbation! 
Author’s Note: Wow, this was an incredibly difficult chapter to write. I’m giving you all the smutty goodness for now because things are going to pick up fast and soon. Enjoy! :-)

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