i just love how wrapped up she is in herself

One Last Celebration

“Where we goin’ Mama?” You asked your mother, Amber, while swinging your feet up and down in the backseat of the car as you watched the road pass by out the window.

“We’re going to see your daddy.” She told you in a tone your three your old brain couldn’t process. She seemed sad but was using a happy tone with you.

“Daddy!” You shouted in an excited voice, your father worked a lot and you didn’t get the chance to see him often. He worked constantly with your uncle and was always driving around fighting the bad guys. There were only a few times a year when you got to see him; your birthday, father’s day, Christmas, and two or three weekends out of the year; so whenever you got to see him it was a big deal.

“I’m so excited to see Daddy, Mama!” You told her as you continued to swing your feet even faster as you grew more eager. “When we gonna get there”

“We’ll be there in about an hour, we’re going to Mr. Bobby’s house. Daddy and Uncle Dean are there.” She said with a smile.

Fifty minutes later your mom pulled up to Singer’s Auto Salvage and you were bounding up and down your car seat. “Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad.” You repeated happily over and over as you waited for your mother to open the backseat door so you could get out.

As she opened the door you looked up to the house and saw your father walking out with a confused look on his face, “Daddy!” You shouted as you ran towards him with your arms open in a ‘pick me up’ motion.

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Search Party (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

OMG WHY ARE YOUR PROMPTS SO CUTE???? Anyways can I have a Draco x reader one?? Like they’re in their 4th year or something, around GOF, and reader is a gryffindor but legit acts like a hufflepuff and looses her pet, but like her pet is a rabbit or turtle and Draco is just like “wtf you lost a ___ in the castle???” Thank you!!! Xx

“Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE! Can you slow down, I’m sure Hagrid’s not going to yell at us if we’re five minutes late to class.” You said, trying to put in your robe as she dragged you out of your shared room and out towards the hall. You had both overslept, you were all up all night trying to come up with solution for the first task of the tournament…none of you wanted Harry to be BBQ’ed by a dragon. Even Draco helped, much to everyone’s surprised.

“Honestly, Y/N, we’re going to be more than five minutes late, we haven’t even left the castle yet! And we need to make it to the field!” just to calm the girl down, you begrudgingly started running besides her and much to her delight, you guys made it to the field in less than 3 minutes, just in time. Hagrid wasn’t even there yet.

“About time you showed up, I was beginning to think Herman kidnapped you.” A voice said from behind you, making you turn around, a finger waving in the air  already.

“Draco Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop it with the insults?” you reproached as the he gulped.

“Sorry Hermione…” he muttered as Hermione stifled her giggles with her hand, she bid the both of you goodbye as she spotted the rest of the golden trio.

“I swear love, you’re lucky I’m rather fond of you because never in a trillion years would I be apologizing to a Gryffindor.” He joked, grabbing your bag and linking his hand with yours.

“Well I’m sure you never thought you would be dating one as well.” You said pecking his lip while he rolled his eyes at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you.

“Come on, Hagrid’s finally here and Potter is shooting daggers at me for keeping you away from the class.” He said as he led you towards the class, near Crabbe and Goyle and the Golden trio.

Care of Magical Creatures went on as usual, you chatted with Draco as you worked, trying your hardest to make him and the Golden trio friends. You can clearly remember when you told the trio that you and Draco were dating…

“Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?” Harry said, spitting out the pumpkin juice he had been drinking.

“OUR SWORN ENEMY?!” Ron yelled, as he stood up from his chair.

“Hm, that does explain why you lingered so much by the dungeons lately…” Hermione said softly, laughing at the scene in front of her, grabbing Ron’s arm and sitting him back down.

“I bet he hexed her! A love potion even!”

“Is he blackmailing you? Does he have Snape behind this plan of his? We could owl Sirius, or Remus even, they’re not afraid of Snape.” Harry asked, worried etched on his face as Ron’s frown deepened.

“There is no evil masterplan! We got paired up in Charms, after that we hung out more and one thing lead to another… I’m just letting you blokes know before anyone else.” You finished, blushing slightly. Harry was about to protest but Hermione cut him off.

“Would you two calm down? She’s perfectly capable of making her own choices, although I’m also trying to understand why, Y/N knows what she’s doing.” Hermione said, having enough of  Ron and Harry’s questioning about Draco’s intentions.

You chuckled at the memory as Draco nudge your side, pointing at how Ron managed to anger one of the Skrewts; Hermione was trying to soothe the angry Skrewt with food as Ron glared at it. Class was soon dismissed and you all headed towards the castle, you and Draco held hands as you walked, you could faintly hear Hermione telling the boys to stop glaring and to behave. You made a mental note to thank her later. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had Potions after lunch so you all headed towards the dining hall. Since you had overslept, this was the first meal you were going to have today.

“I should’ve woken you up or something, but I doubt I would’ve been welcome into your common room.” Draco said as he laughed at the amount of food you had piled on your plate.

“Yeah, especially since the twins are still weary of you.” you joked back.

“I should be the one weary of them! Once Weasley told the whole Gryffindor dorm about us they pranked me nonstop for a week!”

“You gotta hand it to them, they snuck into the Slytherin common room just to mess with your shampoo, green looked good on you babe.” You said, laughing as you grabbed another roll of bread.

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up now, love, I don’t want Granger to scold me if we both show up late to Potions.” He said, grabbing two cookies and wrapping them up in napkin before stuffing them inside his robes. You bid his friends goodbye, Crabbe and Goyle waved back as Pansy glared at you, she wasn’t fond of how you would sit down and eat at the Slytherin table instead of your own house table but after Draco told her off the first time, she keeps her comments to herself and just glares.

Since it was a Friday, Potions was your last class of the day, and much to Snape’s annoyance, no one but Hermione was paying attention. Even though it felt like forever, class was finally over.

“Can you believe? Finally a Friday where neither team has practice! I just need to go drop off my bag and change, then we can go to the lake.” You said as Draco walked you towards the Gryffindor common room.
“I need to do the same, meet you out here in 15 minutes?” He asked, you nodded as you grabbed your bag from his awaiting hand, you kissed him softly and bid him off. You entered the common room, seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione already sprawled out near the fire.
“Hey Y/N! Are you up for a game of wizard chess?” Harry called out.
“I’m sorry Harry, Draco and I are going to the lake, he swears he can get the giant squid to do tricks like a puppy.” You said laughing.
“Alright, rain check then?”
“Absolutely!” You shouted as you ran up the stairs and towards the girls dorms.
“They’re cute together.” Hermione said as she watched you run up the stairs.
“A little too cute.” Ron grumbled.
“Come on Ronald, she brings the best out of him. Draco and his goons have been more civil towards us ever since they started dating and you know.” Hermione said, defiantly.
“She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it…and he treats her right.” Harry added.
Ron was about to say something when you came running down the stairs, a worried and frantic look etched on your face.
“GUYS! GUYS!” You screamed as you skipped the last two steps, almost tripping on your way down, luckily Harry caught you as he was already making his way towards you.
“Y/N, What’s wrong?” He asked as Hermione and Ron made their way to you.
“He’s gone!” You cried out, your eyes glistening with tears.
“Who’s gone? Who’s he?” Harry’ asked.

“Speedy is gone! He’s not in his tank!”
“Are you sure he’s not there?” Hermione asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yes I’m sure! He’s a turtle, he’s always in his tank and as I finished changing I went to check on him and he wasn’t there.” You replied, a few tears making their way down your cheeks.
“Isn’t he in a tank…full of water? On top of your desk? With a cover?” Ron asked, cautiously, not wanting to make you cry even more.
“Yes he is, well was! But he’s not there! Now are you going to help me look for him or not?” You said, glaring at Ron as he raised his hands in surrender. Harry and Hermione started moving the furniture around the room, you quickly took out your wand and whispered Lumos, and searched under the countless bookcases.
You heard the portrait hole open but didn’t think much of it, you were much too worried about your turtle.
“Thanks Longbottom, but I see her, don’t know what she’s doing but I’ve found her. Thanks again for letting me in.” You bumped your head on the shelf as you stood up quickly, hearing Draco’s voice. You immediately ran to him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love? Are you hurt?” Draco asked, voice laced with concern as he saw you crying. His eyes scanned you over for any sign of injuries.
“Speedy’s missing! I was in such a rush to get ready this morning that I must’ve forgotten to close his tank cover after I fed him. He must’ve climbed out because of the new plant I got him…I should’ve listened to Hermione, that plant was far too tall for his tank.” You ranted as the tears rolled down your face.
“YN…you lost a turtle, in the castle?” Draco asked confused but he couldn’t bear to you in distressed so instead questioning you he comforted you.

“It’s going to be okay, love, we’re going to find him.” He answered, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears. You nodded, smiling weakly at him. You and Hermione searched the girl’s dorm as the boys did the same in their perspective dorms. After two hours you all regrouped in the common room and began searching every nook and cranny.

“Love it’s almost dinner time, do you want to go down and grab a quick bite to eat and then look for him?” Draco said, you were both crawling around the floor, looking for Speedy.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, sadly.
“Speedy wouldn’t want you to get sick, you need to eat something.”
“I just can’t believe he’s missing, Dumbledore trusted me to be responsible enough to take care of a turtle, oh Merlin what is McGonagall going to say? Why didn’t I get a cat instead…”
“Just last week you had a full out argument with Granger about how Speedy was much cuter than Crookshanks.” Draco said, making you smile.
“You know I was right, he’s the cutest pet in the castle.” You said, laughingly softly at the memory.

After a few more minutes Harry, Ron and Hermione told you that they were going to go get some food but that they would search along the way, just in case if Speedy got out of the common room.
You nodded and went back to searching, you still had to look by the windows and under the staircases. You were heading towards the stairs when Draco yelled out your name.
“Y/N! I found him!” He said, running towards you, Speedy safely in his hands.
“Oh Speedy!” You said, taking him from Draco’s hand.
“That’s it, I’m taking that plant out, you must be hungry, come on let’s get you back home.” You gushed, Speedy only stared at you, unaware of the anguish he caused. You were about to tell Draco that you were going to your room to put him in his tank but he beat you to it.
“Go, he probably misses the water, I’ll wait here.” Draco said, smiling fondly at you, happy that you weren’t sad anymore.
You quickly nodded, already halfway up the stairs but then came running back down. Before he could ask if something was wrong, you cut him with a passionate kiss. After a few seconds you broke apart, both of you flushed, and smiling.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, love.”

The Transfer: Part 4

The Transfer: Part 4

Word count: 4k

Genre/Warnings: so much angst I want to cry, language and kinda fluffy 

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You need to tell Jimin who you’re secretly seeing before he loses it.

 Parts: one | two | three 

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becoming-icarus2  asked:

Yo, so I dunno if you're still doing the voltron family au (i really hope you are it's so wonderful!) but i propose to you Lance having really warm hands and helping pidge through her period by keeping them on her tummy to ease the pain (it helps immensely, i know from experience. It's both the warm and familiarity and support that does the trick !)

[The Voltron Family] Lance was in his class listening to his professor talk about parabolas when he felt his phone vibrate. 

Pidgeotto [01:45PM]
Red Typhoon

His eyes popped out, panicking internally. The family had developed a coding system and that code only meant one thing all at once: 1. Pidge’s dysmenorrhea was killing her; 2. She had a menstrual stain; 3. She could barely walk because of number 1; 4. She needed assistance immediately. It was Category 4. With Hunk in Germany for college, Pidge only had him. So he did what he had to do. He raised his hand up to catch his professor’s attention.

“Sir, may I be excused?” he stood up showing a sanitary napkin. Daddy Shiro always told him to carry a pack for his sister just in case. The professor’s eyes widened and nodded, telling him he was excused.

As soon as he was out the door, he ran quickly towards Pidge’s classroom. He took off his hoodie and opened the door. The whole class looked at him, clearly surprised at his appearance. 

“Sorry, just had to take my sister. A bit of an emergency,” he apologized and approached Pidge’s chair. She looked up, relieved to finally see him. Pidge stretched her arms out so she could wrap them around Lance’s neck as he covered Pidge’s behind using his hoodie. He carried her into his arms and then went out of the room.

“I got you, Pidge.” He leaned down to kiss his sister on the forehead, who looked like she was dying from too much pain. Lance hated seeing Pidge like this. Sure, they fight a lot but that was just sibling banter. Seeing her so vulnerable, just breaks his heart.

The girl’s bathroom on the 4th floor was always empty around this hour according to Pidge, so that was where they headed. Lance locked the door so no one would disturb them. He placed Pidge on the sink and cupped her face. 

“Okay, I obviously can’t do this part for you, so I need you to go into the cubicle and do your thing. I got you a napkin here and some meds ready. Also, I’ll be needing you out of those pants. I’ll try to wash off the stain. Okay?”

Pidge nodded solemnly. She didn’t have the energy to even say anything. Lance sighed and kissed her on the forehead again. He helped her out of her pants and when Pidge got inside the cubicle, he did his work.

After what felt like an eternity, the stain just wouldn’t wash off. It was still too obvious and too red. He only had one idea left.

When Pidge got out of the cubicle with just her underwear, walking like a zombie, Lance frowned. “Dude, you okay with wearing my boxers? I can’t remove the stain in your pants. I have an extra here, and before you ask, I keep an extra because of baseball practice!” he quickly added.

Pidge just snorted. “Is it the Spider-Man boxers?”

“The one you keep stealing after Daddy Shiro washes them?” Lance crossed his arms. “Yes, yes it is.”


They settled in the school’s lobby, waiting for Daddy Keith to pick them up since Lance texted him so he could take Pidge home. She positioned herself in front of him on the floor and leaned back, feeling relaxed. He didn’t question it as Pidge loved doing this to everyone at home, instead, he wrapped his arms around her, suddenly feeling sleepy at how comfy their current position was. 

“Your hands are so warm,” Pidge mumbled.

“Yeah, I guess they are,” Lance chuckled softly.

He wasn’t even surprised when Pidge took his hands and placed them under her shirt, on top of her tummy. “Sorry, it helps ease the pain,” Pidge explained.

“It’s alright,” Lance smiled, feeling happy he could help.

“Thanks, man,” Pidge whispered. “I would’ve died today if it wasn’t for you.”

Pidge, always a drama queen. He rolled his eyes as he hugged her tighter. 


Keith rushed to the school’s entrance only to see Shiro walking fast towards the school’s lobby. “What are you doing here?”

Shiro blinked repeatedly as if he couldn’t believe his eyes that his husband was there. “Pidge texted me to pick her up. Code Red Typhoon.”

“What?” Keith gasped. “Lance texted me to pick her up. Code Red Typhoon.”

Shiro just laughed at how ridiculous the situation was. “Guess, they texted both of us without informing each other. Typical of them.”

They walked together until they found their children dozing off in a corner. Lance’s hands in Pidge’s tummy and Pidge wearing Lance’s boxers. It was such an adorable scene, Keith would’ve cooed if it wasn’t for a clicking sound he heard. He turned to Shiro and saw him with his phone out.

“Did you just take a photo?”

laurenclare88  asked:

Request please, Mulder comforting Scully when she's sick

So what was supposed to be a productive Sunday has so far been spent reading fic (oops!) and avoiding the real world. On the plus side, October is here and my @fictober commences!

Mulder was having a dream, the best of dreams. It was a hot summer’s day, he and Scully were in the office, discussing their latest case when suddenly the heat became too much for his partner. Without breaking off their conversation she began to unbutton her white-colored blouse to reveal the lacy black bra underneath. Well aware that Mulder’s gaze was now fixed firmly on her breasts, Scully rose from her chair then slowly unzipped her pencil skirt and removed it, giving her partner an impressive view of her ass. As Mulder loosened his tie, the temperature in the room hot in so many ways, Scully removed her panties, sat back down in her chair, spread her legs and then -

The slam of a door woke Mulder with a jolt, and he sat up in bed with a start, immediately regretting the action. It took him a few moments for the room to stop spinning and for him to realize exactly where he was. California. Hollywood to be precise. It had been the premiere of the Lazarus Bowl, and after walking out midway through the movie, Mulder and Scully had spent a night out on the town. And then some. They’d finally made it back to their motel in the early hours of the morning, barely making it inside the door before Mulder was thrusting into his partner, and then finally, when sated, they’d made it to the bathtub, camping out in there with a bottle of champagne that a drunken Mulder had charged to Skinner’s room. When their skin was wrinkled and the water cooled, they’d dried one another quickly, before falling into bed and passing out. But now only Mulder remained.

He looked around the room, realizing for the first time since they’d got back to the hotel that they were in fact in Scully’s room. Her dress sat rumpled on the carpet, her bra by the nightstand, and god knows where her panties were. They’d have to look for them later. Spotting a glass of water on the side, Mulder reached over to take a sip, in a bid to freshen his mouth and try and clear his head. He was too old for this, he thought to himself. He barely drank when he was at home, and his body wasn’t used to this much alcohol, the hangover already setting in, despite the fact he had a feeling he was still drunk.

As he set the glass back down, Mulder suddenly heard sounds coming from the bathroom. Taking a -deep breath, he carefully edged out of the bed, wobbling slightly as he stood. Yes, still a little drunk. Realizing Scully was in the bathroom he edged closer, his pace quickening when he recognized the sound of retching.


He knocked on the door and then entered the bathroom to find his partner, dressed in his shirt from the previous evening, slumped over the toilet as she reacquainted herself with the food and drink they’d consumed on the Bureau’s expense. What a waste, he thought, stifling the giggle that threatened to emerge. Definitely still drunk. Thankfully practical Mulder took over, and he padded over to Scully’s side. He fell to his knees beside her, immediately regretting the action. Sudden movement wasn’t good.

His partner said nothing of course, her body preoccupied with vomiting, and he noticed she’d managed to soil the arm of his shirt, and a little of the floor too. He’d worry about that later. Despite the fact he now felt pretty nauseous himself, Mulder focused on Scully, smoothing her hair back away from her face and then gently rubbing her back. “S’ok,” he said, the volume of his voice surprising them both. “You’re ok.”

Scully sat back briefly in order to flush the toilet. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she glared over at him. “You’re not sick?”

Resisting the urge to smile, Mulder busied himself by grabbing hold of the edge of the bathtub and getting to his feet, and then reaching for a washcloth on the side and wetting it. He returned to Scully’s side, gently (to him) wiping her face with it. “Nope.”

“It must have been the…” Scully paused, closing her eyes as another wave of nausea threatened to overcome her. “…the chicken.” She’d barely gotten the words out when she leaned back over the toilet and promptly threw up once more.

“The chicken?” Wrapping his arms around her, Mulder murmured soothingly into her ear. “It’s ok honey, it’s ok.”

“Mulder you’re hurting me.”

“Sorry.” He pulled away, slumping against the tub.

“The chicken, it must be…must be food poisoning.” She gestured to the washcloth and Mulder set about dampening it for her once again. “I knew that diner looked dodgy.”

“Scully we both had the chicken.”

She ignored him. “I didn’t think mine looked right. I should have said something but…oh god.” She turned and threw up yet again, her body unwilling to give her a break.

Mulder tried to be as sympathetic as possible, but the situation, coupled with the level of alcohol still in his system, was incredibly amusing to him. “It wasn’t the chicken,” he said with a grin, thankful that Scully’s attention was elsewhere. “I think it may have been the two bottles of champagne we had…” He tried to recall the previous evening. “And the vodka shots you insisted on.”

“No I…no I didn’t,” she replied through heaves.

“I think there may have been a beer involved somewhere too. And I have a receipt somewhere for a whisky and coke.”

“Oh god…”

“So…” He returned to her side and resumed rubbing her back. “Sweetheart, I think you’ll find it’s the alcohol, not the chicken.”

“Sweetheart?” Another glare. He grinned sheepishly. “Are you still drunk?”

“I think there’s a slight possibility I might be a little inebriated.”

“Why are you not sick?”

“You’re forgetting that not only did I outweigh you by several pounds, but I also stopped declined that second round of shots.”

“I hate you.” Her body finally spent, Scully relaxed into her partner’s arms.

“I know. But on the plus side I do recall some pretty amazing sex last night.”

Scully thought for a moment, then shook her head, closing her eyes immediately, regretting the movement. “We did?”

“You don’t remember?” He had to admit he was a little disappointed in that. “Tell you what, let’s do a repeat performance later tonight.”

“I’m never drinking again.”

“I’ve said something similar before and it never works like that, believe me.”

He stood once more, holding a hand out to her. “Are you done?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, but took hold of his hand anyway and let him pull her to her feet. She waited while Mulder grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water, before placing his other hand on the small of her back and guiding her back out to the bedroom. He helped her back into the bed, handing her the fresh glass of water to sip while he hurried back to the bathroom to clean up and turn out the light on his way out. “Ow!” he exclaimed as he bumped his shoulder against the doorframe, his spatial awareness impacted by the level of alcohol still in his system. Scully said nothing, either having not registered what happened or simply not bothering to respond.

When Mulder finally made it back to bed, Scully was tucked up beneath the comforter with her eyes closed, taking measured breaths. “You ok?”

“I hate you.”

“You’re the one who got vomit down my shirt.”

“This is all your fault.”

“You vomited on the bathroom floor too. It’s ok though, I love you and there’s no one else’s vomit I’d rather clean up.”

Despite herself, Scully laughed. “You’re drunk.”

“I prefer the term “well-oiled.””

“Get into bed Mulder.”

He did as she said, crawling in beside her and carefully wrapping an arm around her. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just vomited up every vital organ.”

“Poor baby.”

“Shut up with the endearments. And stop showing off, just because you feel fine…”

“What can I say Scully, I can handle my drink.”

“Famous last words.”

“I’m never sick Scully, ever.” Of course, his head was pounding, but he wasn’t about to let on. “Go to sleep. If you think you’re going to be sick again wake me, ok?”

“Kay…” He waited for his partner to continue speaking, but when he looked down at her he noticed she’d already fallen asleep. No change there. Shifting in the bed, Mulder closed his eyes in a bid to fall back to sleep and continue his dream. Hopefully Scully was feeling better now, he thought to himself, and wouldn’t wake for a while.

As it turned out, he was the one who woke her, barely an hour later. It turned out that he couldn’t handle his alcohol either.

this is another one of evie’s ((@ihearthemcallingxx)) requests so thanks again to evie for letting me do this and thanks to the anon for asking requesting this for evie and i hope you dont mind that i was the one that ended up filling it 

request: “It’s okay to cry…”

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The Art of Remembering (11/?)

Summary:  Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. Modern au

Rating: T

Also on: ff.net, ao3

Catch up: first chapter, previous chapter

a/n: Reminder that full italic sections are memories, also know that not every memory is going to be addressed/acknowledged by Emma in present time. But know that they are things she’s remembering and is therefore directly affected what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling, her decisions, who she is in general etc. As always thank you so much for reading! I love hearing what you think!

“This is silly,” Emma laughs as she walks backwards. Killian stands in front of her, his hands on her shoulders as he leads her through some nonexistent forest path. He’d been excited about this surprise all day, which is why she’d eagerly played along when he asked her to turn around. “Why can’t I just close my eyes?”

“Because you’ll peek,” he smirks, his eyes alight with playfulness.

Emma’s mouth drops open as she pretends to be affronted. “I will not!”

Killian’s eyebrow arches high as if to say he knows better, and she rolls her eyes a little, loving every second of this little game of theirs. “Fine…I might. But what about a blindfold? That’s got to be easier than what we’re doing now.”

Killian shakes his head chuckling. “You’d find a way to look.”

“You just think doing it this way is more amusing.”

He smirks again. “Perhaps.”

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Lean On Me (Pt. 2)

Mingyu Scenario #1

Originally posted by kthforjjk

Summary: Inspired by the K-Drama Fight For My Way. The story of Kim Mingyu, a professional MMA fighter who stopped competing after a particularly nasty injury, and his love. A story of hardship and the stupid things we do for the ones we love

Genre/s: Romance, Drama, Fluff

Warning/s: Mentions of explicit stuff. ONLY mentions.

A/N: PLEASE DON’T HIT ME I SWEAR I HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE FOR UPDATING THIS AFTER A MONTH! Also I am not very good with…. 18+ scenes. I am still learning to write them :’) But do enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

What do you mean there's not coffee left? -Supercorp

“Don’t say it that loud,” Maggie whispered. “They might hear us.”

The wind blew in from the open door of the beach house Lena had rented for a girl’s weekend away. It just seemed that the house was completely devoid of food.

“Neither one of them have super hearing,” Kara whispered back.

“You say what you just said again and tell me Alex doesn’t have super hearing?” Maggie whispered quietly. “One time I’m pretty sure I just thought we were out of coffee too loud and she heard it.”

“We’re out of what?!” came from the upstairs bedroom.

Kara and Maggie both looked at the ceiling.

“Maybe she does have super hearing,” Kara whispered.

Another voice joined it, but it came from the wall next to where Kara was leaning. “No, sweetheart. She just heard you projecting your entire conversation throughout the house over the intercom.”

Kara pushed away from the wall and saw the little green button still on next to the intercom. She pressed the green button and it went off. “Oh crap.”

“Now they both know.” Kara rubbed her forehead. “What are we going to do?”

“How fast can you fly to Colombia?” Maggie snapped her fingers.

“So fast,” Kara started moving for the open door.

“Or you could check under the cabinet,” Lena’s voice had moved into the room and joined her body at the door.

“Under… the…. cabinet,” Kara stopped her movement toward the door and moved to the kitchen. She opened the cabinet under the coffee maker and found a large back of whole beans. “Oh.”

Maggie let out a deep breath. She knew how grouchy Alex could be without coffee.

“Did you really think I’d be mad?” Lena put her hand on the small of Kara’s back as she ground up the beans.

“Not really,” Kara answered. “I just wanted our first weekend away together to be… special. And you love coffee. I wanted you to relax.”

“This weekend is special because you’re here,” Lena kissed Kara’s cheek.

Maggie fake gagged and leaned back on the counter until she found herself the target of a heat seeking Alex missile. She was still in her pajamas, shuffling toward her.

She opened her arms and Alex wrapped her arms around her torso, resting her head on Alex’s shoulder. “You left the bed.”

“I was up. I didn’t want to wake you,” Maggie kissed the side of Alex’s head.

Alex hummed and nuzzled her neck. 

“I heard there wasn’t coffee,” Alex kept her eyes closed, leaning into Maggie.

“There’s coffee,” Maggie answered. “Don’t worry.”

A short SwanQueen/SwanMillsFamily oneshot. Their four year old daughters stumbles across Henry’s storybook where she sees a picture of the Evil Queen causing her to push Regina away and leaving Emma to pick up the pieces. Fluff. I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy :)

Emma frowns as she walks through her front door to hear screaming. Admittedly, it’s not an odd noise in their house. Between the four year old, the teenager and their newly acquired dog (just one at the moment but knowing Regina the next time she visits the animal shelter, there’ll be more), the mansion is normally filled with noise.

It’s that noise that Emma loves. Silence reminds her of loneliness and rootlessness. Noise, even if it is shouting and sometimes too loud, is the marker of family. When she walks in to hear a chorus of hello’s or to a house filled with laughter, it’s a reminder that she is loved and a part of something truly remarkable to her – a family.

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Brave (Remus Lupin x Reader)

REQUEST: Emmm Hi.Maybe i can request Remus x reader when the reader is badass gryffindor or something ;) I love your stuff <3 

 a/n: this was a fun one to write! thanks for the request, love! i wasn’t sure if you wanted headcannons or this, but i had an idea once i read your request so i hope you don’t mind! enjoy! @spookymalcia 



From the moment that Remus saw Y/N in first year, he knew he wanted to know her. In a romantic sense? Later on, yes. But that first time on the Hogwarts Express, he just wanted to know her name and if he could be her friend. 

Remus had been putting his things away, alone in his compartment and hoping that no one would enter. When someone did enter, Remus looked to find an older boy already in his robes colored blue and bronze. The boy just started at Remus. 

Remus’ neck and ears colored as he stuttered out a hesitant ‘hello’. The Ravenclaw boy just laughed, eyes moving around Remus’ face. 

“Those scars are gross, mate. I hope you don’t get sorted into my house so I don’t have to look at them…they’re making me kind of s-" 

Suddenly, the boy in the blue and bronze tie was yanked back out of the apartment by an unseen assailant. Remus, although used to the ridicule of others, was on the verge of tears. 

When Remus looked up, he found another person in his compartment. His 'savior’ he assumed. Their back was to him, but Remus could assume they were a girl by their long hair and voice as she yelled out of the compartment. 

"Pick on someone your own size, you brainless oaf! If you talk to him again, I have much more to give than just a black eye!" 

She turned around to find Remus staring at her in absolute awe. No-one had ever stuck up for him. Ever. The girl smiled toothily and stuck her hand out toward Remus. 

"I’m Y/N Y/L/N! I’m sorry that happened, that boy should definitely get himself a few friends. What’s your name?" 

Remus took the girls’ hand, shaking it slowly. His voice shook slightly as he answered her question: "R-Remus Lupin." 


From that day on, Remus and Y/N had remained close. Even as Remus made more friends, he always made sure he had time for his Y/N. What Remus and his friends had learned about Y/N over the years was she did not like bully’s. And she was perfectly capable of handling bully’s, with or without magic.

Eventually, with a lot of pushing and reassurances from James, Sirius, and Peter, their friendship grew into something beyond that when Remus asked Y/N to Hogsmeade in fourth year. After several dates, Y/N asked Remus if he wanted to be her boyfriend, and Remus hastily agreed. 

Eventually, when Remus knew that he’d have to tell Y/N his secret, the curse that he was sure would be the end of the relationship and the girl who he was sure he loved, he was incredibly surprised. 

"Y/N…I-I’m a werewolf…” He had said. 

 "I know.“ Had been her answer. "I’ve known since I met you. My godfather was bitten when I was a baby, y'see. The scars were a pretty big giveaway since I’d seen them before. I was wondering when you’d tell me.” And then Y/N had smiled and went back to reading her book. 

Currently a fifth year and prefect, Remus was on his way to Transfiguration when he heard muffled shouting from an empty classroom. 

Eyebrow raised, Remus stepped into the classroom and laughed at what he saw. He leaned against the doorway, waving 'hello’ at Y/N as she dangled a sixth year Hufflepuff boy upside down by his feet. 'Levicorpus’ was a favorite of Y/N’s. 

What looked to be a first year Slytherin boy was stood behind Y/N, watching the scene with a smile as he wiped at his tear-stained cheeks. 

“Now, I’d like you to apologize for calling this boy an 'evil snake’, Amos. You’re bordering on seventeen. Don’t you think that you should have grown out of taunting eleven year olds when you were, I don’t know, eleven?" 

The boy, currently red in the face due to hanging upside-down for at least ten minutes, looked to Remus desperately. Remus went to stand next to Y/N, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. 

"I’ll tell McGonagall why you’re late, love." 

Y/N turned and caught Remus’ lips with her own briefly, smiling. "Thank you, Rem." 

Amos looked between them, eyes wide. "Lupin, you’re a prefect!" 

Remus spoke over his shoulder as he made his way to the door: "So is she, mate!" 


After graduation, the amount of bully’s in the world grew exponentially, as did the dangers behind standing up to them. But that didn’t stop Y/N. 

It seemed that joining the Order was the only choice after graduating. To sit on the sidelines while people were tortured and killed for their blood-status was unthinkable and unacceptable to Y/N. 

Y/N’s recklessness and unquenchable need to constantly stand up for others and put herself in harms way had Remus on the verge of a heart attack with every mission they took. 

But, because of Y/N’s meticulous spell work and monstrous amounts of talent at dueling, Dumbledore and Moody didn’t stop sending her on missions. Y/N never complained, happy to do her part. 

Currently, Remus and Y/N lay in bed in their small flat, wrapped in each other after returning home from a week of recruiting. 

"I can’t believe that bitch tried to Crucio me. I mean, I know Lestrange is an absolute psycho, but…just use the Killing Curse and get it over with, Merlin.”

Remus rolled his eyes at how she spoke of dueling like it was a game, tightening his arms around her and tucking her into his side. Y/N’s genuine love of standing up to those who would do wrong and the fact that she had the talent to back herself up never ceased to make Remus smile, even after years of witnessing it.

He sighed adoringly, pressing a kiss to the Y/N’s temple. “Merlins beard, I love you so much.”

Don’t go- Josh Dun


He hadn’t answered his phone in over 5 hours. This wasn’t like him. He always answered your calls and texts almost immediately.

Did he meet someone else? He probably didn’t care about you anymore, he won’t even be here for our 3rd anniversary. He could get anyone in the world, so why did he settle for you? You we’re a piece of crap. You we’re far from perfect, you had an ugly smile, and your laugh was so annoying.

Those thoughts had been haunting you for the past 3 months but when Josh didn’t answer your calls for the last 5 hours, that was enough for you to believe all of them. You just wanted to push all the voices out. There was only one way though.

You walked to the bathroom sobbing, knowing that both you and Josh would be free again. You from your misery and Josh from you. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it?

You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills. You heard a knock on the door as you took a big swig of water swallowing the pills then your phone rang out from the counter. It was Josh.

That’s when you fell to the ground and everything went black. You wanted to go back but it was too late.

Josh P.O.V.

I met her just over 3 years ago. Her smile pulled me in. The way she laughed made my heart skip a beat. She was freaking beautiful and she was so talented. From the first time I met her I felt a special connection to her.

Fast forward 3 years and we’ve been dating for 2 years, 11 months, and 29 days. Yes I kept a count because she meant so much to me. She always knows exactly the right things to say and do. I couldn’t help but think she ended up in my life for a reason. She was perfect.

Tyler and I just got off the plane from finishing our tour. Y/N doesn’t know we’re back yet. She thinks I’ll be home late tomorrow night, but I wanted to surprise her for our anniversary tomorrow.

I had a lot planned for us and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when I proposed to her.

Once Jenna and Tyler dropped me off at Y/N and I’s apartment I started towards the door.  Was so excited to see her again. It has been 2 months since I got to see her in person.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open. There was no answer. I decided to call her and I got a little nervous when she didn’t answer. I went to the neighbors to get the key they had of our. I could help but fear the worse. Y/N has battled with depression and when I went away she wasn’t in the best state of mind.

When the door finally opened I called out her name. That’s when I came across the bathroom to find the love of my life on the ground with an empty bottle of pills next to her.

I called 911 while trying to find a pulse. I was a little hopeful when I felt it but it was weak.

“Stay with me baby. I love you Y/N, don’t go. We were gonna get married. Baby I need you.” I just kept talking in hopes she could hear me.

The ambulance showed up about 7 minutes later. I had to call Tyler to meet me at the hospital because I couldn’t do this alone.

“Hey Tyler. Meet me at the hospital right now. I just found Y/N on the ground,she took some pills and I’m scared.” I could barely breath, my chest felt heavy with worry.

“We’re on our way now Josh stay strong, she’ll be okay.” Tyler’s voice was filled with fear and concern but he was trying to hide it.

She was taken away right away once arriving at the hospital. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tyler. My tears just feel and I collapsed to the ground.

“I knew I should have told her I was coming home. I knew I should have never left her in the beginning.”

“Hey Josh She’ll be fine. She’s a fighter, she loves you and if she did hear you before then she’s gonna get herself better.” Tyler and Jenna stayed with me until the doctor came out.

“You must be Josh Dun, correct?”

“Yes. How’s Y/N? Can I see her.”

The doctor let out a sigh the started to talk. “She’s doing great. She overdosed on sleeping pills. Once we got her back there her heart stopped but we have her stabilized now. We have hopes that she will be awake tomorrow. Thank god you found her when you did. She wouldn’t have made it if you had waited all of 3 more minutes. You can go see her now.” With that the doctor lead all of us to where Y/N was.

She must have not eaten in a few weeks. She was at least 25 pounds lighter and her arms were covered in scars.

“Oh my god. Josh how long has she been this bad?” Tyler asked kneeling next to me as I held her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“I-I don’t really know. I got so wrapped up in the album and tour I guess I didn’t even notice. Fuck this is all my fault. I love her so much and I didn’t even realize that she was hurting herself. I don’t deserve her.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this Josh. Just be there for her.”

Tyler and Jenna left about 3 hours later after they knew I was okay. They offered to bring me home but I wasn’t leaving Y/N’s side.

I pulled a chair up next to her bedside and just held her hand. I drummed a little beat with my thumbs on her hand and I must and fallen asleep. I was awoken by yelling and a loud beeping noise. The nurses removed me from the room quickly as I tried to fight my way back to Y/N.

“Sir we need to make sure she’s fully stabilized before you can go back in.” The nurse explained to me as I asked to go back in after sitting in the waiting room for 20  minutes.

It was about an hour later when I could go back in. She looked like she did before except this time her eyes were open. She was just staring down at her wrist crying.

I placed a hand on her leg. She jumped “Are you a nurse?”

I looked at her with a quizzical face. Before I could reply the doctor came in and asked to speak to me.

He explained how she had some sort of seizure when she woke up. He then explained how she will have some memory loss for the next few hours but she should be okay by tonight. He had full faith in her which made me feel good.

“Hey Y/N, do you remember me?” I entered the room again.

“Umm… Yeah don’t you play in a band or something? Like the drums?” I thought it would be best to go along with whatever she said for now.

“Yeah. Are you a fan?”

She smiled and it made my heart skip a beat like always.

“I think so. Can I hear a song?”

“Of course.” I said pulling out my phone playing her favorite song.

As We Don’t Believe What’s On TV played I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful, how could she ever how doubts about herself?

When the song ended she asked to hear more. We listen to the whole Blurryface album and I gently drummed my fingers on the bedside again. She watched me the whole time.

“You must be really talented. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I do actually.” I smiled and then it faded when I realized what she had asked me.

“Wow she must be very lucky to have you.”

“No I’m lucky one.”

“Josh, will you tell me about her?”

“Well for starters she’s beautiful, talented, and her smile. Her smile makes me the happiest man alive. I could go on for hours about everything I love about her. She’s perfect for me.”

She smiled down at me.

“I feel like I know who you are. Are we friends?”

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

Y/N P.O.V.

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

I sat and thought for a moment. My thoughts and memories were all cloudy and I wasn’t sure what was real or not.

“Well I remember that there is Tyler he’s the one who sings those songs.A blonde girl. Gianna, possibly. I think we’re all friends right?”

“Close, her name is Jenna. Tyler and I play in the band twenty one pilots and Jenna is one of your best friends.” Josh said reassuring me.

With that a man and a woman walked in. they looked to Josh as if they didn’t know what to say.

“Hey guys. Y/N woke up a while ago and she’s getting some memories back.” Josh told them what I remembered. After talking a bit about our friendship Jenna asked if Josh wanted to take a walk with her. I wondered why he said yes, I thought we were getting along so well. I wanted to know more about his girlfriend,he sounded so madly in love with her. Something I only dreamed a guy would do about me.

Once they left the room Tyler sat in the chair next to the bed that Josh just left.

“Hey Y/N. How do you feel?”

“Good I guess. Tyler can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Is Josh happy with Jenna? I mean he deserves the best and I think she would be great for him I guess.”

He chuckled and looked at the ground. “Well I hope they don’t get to close. After all she’s my wife.”

“Oh whoops, I thought they were dating. Sorry. So who is he dating?” You felt sort of embarrassed but you felt comfortable around Tyler like you did with Josh.

“Well she’s this funny girl who I introduced him to over 3 years ago. Today is their 3 year anniversary actually and he was gonna surprise her, but something came up. She’s my wife’s best friend and she was her maid of honor in our wedding. We all missed her being on tour with us, but she had work so she could join us the past 3 months.” You sat and listened to Tyler go on about this girl for a while.

Josh P.O.V.

“Thanks for getting me out of there Jenna.”

“No problem. I saw the tears in your eyes and knew you probably needed a minute to breathe.”

“Yeah. It’s just so hard not being able to wish her a happy anniversary or kiss her. I mean she doesn’t even know we’re dating. I had all these plans to propose today and I just feel so bad for her.” I wanted to cry but just held the emotions in. I wanted to stay as strong as possible.

“The doctor said we could show her picture and videos and things like that to jog her memory but I don’t want to mess with anything, you know?”

“I get it, but i think she’s getting a lot of the memories back she just needs a little more push to get the rest.” Jenna said pulling out her phone. She showed em a few pictures she had taken of Y/N and I when we were on tour together.

“Show these to her and maybe it will help her.” She said handing me the phone as we walked back into Y/N’s room.

Y/N P.O.V.

Josh and Jenna walked in and Josh sat next to me again. He handed me the phone and scrolled through a few pictures of him and me. It was when he got to the 5th or 6th picture that it clicked. I was his girlfriend. Tears filled my eyes and Josh looked up at me.

“What’s wrong?” Josh said wiping away a stray tear that must have fallen from my eye.

“Happy anniversary babe.”

The room went silent. Everyone’s jaws fell open. Then Josh stood up and put his lips to my forehead.

“I love you Y/N. Happy anniversary baby.”

Josh handed Jenna her phone back. Then they left leaving only Josh and I in the room. I moved over on the bed so Josh could sit next to me.

Not that he felt like a stranger but I still didn’t have full memory back so I still didn’t feel like I’ve known him for 3 years.

Josh’s P.O.V.

It had been a few hours since she remembered who I was. I know there were pieces still missing from her memory but the next morning she would have it all back says the doctor.

It was early in the morning when I woke up and saw her sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to leave but I hadn’t taken a shower in over 3 days now.

Once I returned 3 hours later she was awake.

She greeted me with the biggest smile.

“Hey Josh.”

I was so happy to hear her voice again with a happy tone.

“Hey babe. How did you sleep?” I asked as I sat down on the bed with her again.

“Great.” There was a moment of silence as the cuddles close into my side. “Josh I’m so sorry. I-”  I cut her off before she could say anything more.

“Y/N there’s nothing to be apologizing about. Just please promise me you’ll come to me about this if there’s a next time.”

She nodded her head and I kissed her on the top of her head.

“You missed.” She said as she came up to met her lips with mine. We were interrupted by Tyler walking in.

“Woah didn’t know I was getting a show with visiting my best friend.” Y/N pulled away and chucked. I just stared down at her. I can’t believe I almost lost the love of my life to her stupid demons.

6 weeks later

Y/N and I just left having a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. We were walking along the river path when I stopped and dropped to my knee. Y/N didn’t notice for a few seconds and when she turned around to see me pulling out the small velvet box she started to cry. This was it. The moment I’ve been anticipating since our first few dates.

I planned a whole speech but I couldn’t get the words to form so I simply just said “Y/N make me the happiest man to ever live and marry me.”

She stepped closer to me and shook her head yes. I slipped the ring in her finger and then pulled her into a hug.

She was finally mine. I was never letting her go again and something told me she was thinking the same about herself and I.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.”  

Worth Dying For

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Pairing: Jake x MC (Rosie)

A/N: This is the result of me drinking several cups of coffee and missing Jake. I just can’t wait till ES 3 for Jake and MC to reunite so, I made them reunite on my own. Haha, the power of fanfiction. Also, there’s one line here, about the Jake McKenzie guarantee, I don’t really remember the actual promise or the chapter, I just made it a promise of staying alive because I think that’s what it was?

Rosie woke up, sweating and shaking from her nightmare. No, that wasn’t right. This wasn’t a nightmare concocted by her brain filled with imaginary demons. They’re memories, memories of the previous 2139 lifetimes she’d spent trapped in La Huerta.

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la douleur exquise (1/1)

Summary: la douleur exquise - (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.


The five times Kimberly doesn’t reciprocate Trini’s feelings.

Soulmates!Au, unrequited love, and friends with benefits in one oneshot.

Notes: So basically this started off with seeing “‘secretly we all love angst’ sentence starters” on tumblr but I couldn’t choose just one so I chose 5 and you’ll see them. Some jason/kim

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z e r o


That was the name marked on Trini’s left wrist when she was born. Every person had a name on their wrist and this soulmate thing is basically set in stone and there’s nothing you can do to change it.

The world is cruel to brand wrists with a name of your soulmate at birth. It decides the future. There was no freedom to fall in love with anyone else in the world and let the universe just run its course and let your learn and live with mistakes, challenges, and accomplishments.

People have tried to defy the mark. They tattooed over the mark and had a different name tattooed, someone they currently loved, only to end in heartbreak when they find their soulmate.

Trini had met two people named Kimberly so far in her life.

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Ups and Downs- Philip Hamilton x Reader

A/N: This may or may not be almost 3,000 words?

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton,” the young girl called cheerfully, smiling up at Eliza.

The older woman tugged her into an embrace. “Y/N, how wonderful it is to see you again! Would you like to join me for some tea?”

Y/N shifted. “Oh, I would love to, but I’m afraid I really must go see Philip. After we’re finished, however, if you would still be interested, I would be honored to join you.”

Eliza, who had led Y/N to Philip’s room, smiled brightly and opened the door. “Thank you, Y/N.” she turned to her son. “I always liked this one, Philip, she’s a keeper.”

The boy chuckled and Y/N let out a light giggle, but as soon as the door was closed and Eliza was gone, Y/N burst into tears.

“Y/N!” Philip exclaimed, running over to the woman he had been courting in worry. “Y/N, my love, what’s wrong?”

“Philip,” she began, sobs wracking her body. Philip wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her against his chest and rubbing soothing circles on her back. “I- we-”

Philip kissed the top of her head. “What is it, my love?”

“You’ll- you’ll hate me,” she sobbed. “I can’t bear you hating me.”

He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then gave her the lightest kiss on her lips. “I could never hate you.”

“I- I’ve been ill the past few days,” she admitted, tears still falling. Philip stiffened, but before he could place a hand on her forehead, she continued. “But I haven’t come down with anything. The doctor came- came by this morning, I’m- I’m with child.”

What was supposed to be happy news caused tears to fill Philip’s eyes. “Oh, my- my love. Is- is it mine?”

She snapped up. “Of course it’s yours! But- we’re- we’re not married, Philip. I’ll- I-” she began to cry again, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her face in the little hole. She was surprised when Philip began to comfort her again.

“Of course I still love you,” he whispered, his voice gentle and sweet. “I love you even more if that’s possible. How many people know?”

“Just me and the doctor,” Y/N cried out, trying to compose herself. “I begged him not to tell anyone else.”

Philip nodded slowly. “Well, then, we will simply have to be married right away.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled. “If we can get married before anyone finds out, perhaps we can convince them the child was conceived on the wedding night.”

She leaped up, wrapping her arms around him and letting out a shriek of joy. “Oh, Philip! We’re- we’re going to be married?”

“We’re going to be married!”

The plans fell into place right away. After tea with Eliza, Y/N and Philip returned to her estate, where he received her father’s blessing. They announced the wedding to Eliza and Alexander Hamilton, who were both overjoyed, and began to plan.

Almost immediately they were married, finally a happy husband and wife.

“I love you,” Philip whispered in her ear that night. “And if this child means that we were allowed to be married earlier then I am thankful for it.”

“I love you,” she replied quietly, kissing him. “Goodnight.”

He smiled and brushed the hair off of her face, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”


It had been almost 6 months since her marriage to Philip Hamilton, and she couldn’t be happier. He was loving and sweet, but he had an arrogant, cocky way of doing things that kept him fun. He was smart and optimistic, and above all else, he loved Y/N with all his heart.

She was surprised when he came home broken one day, tears in his eyes and a packet of crumpled papers in his hand.

“Philip!” she exclaimed when he came home, walking as quickly as she could towards him. He would usually embrace her from around her swollen stomach and tell her about his day, but today he threw the papers on the ground, mumbled a greeting, and retreated to his study, locking the door.

Y/N stood in the middle of the room, her arms still extended. She slowly lowered them, picked up the papers, and settled down on a chair, unfolding the pamphlet.


She read, another pamphlet written by Philip’s father and her father-in-law. Y/N and Philip often would read Alexander’s works together, laughing over little quirks and talking it over. However, when she read the first few sentences, she suddenly understood her husband’s behavior.

A few hours later, she slowly rose to her feet and prepared a small supper, knowing Philip, much like his father, wouldn’t come out of his study for a long time. She rapped lightly on the door.

“Philip, my love?” she called softly. “I made you supper.”

There was no answer. She tried again.

“Philip, darling, would you like me to leave it outside for you?”

He said nothing. Finally, she closed her eyes for a moment and tried one last time.

“I read the pamphlet, my love. I cannot begin to imagine what you are going through, but you can’t do it alone. You need to eat, and to talk. I will leave you alone, Philip, but you have to come out eventually.” when he said nothing, she paused. “This child needs you, Philip. I need you.”

Y/N walked away, eating her own supper alone at the dining room table.

She was furious- not with her husband, but with her father-in-law. She had respected him, loved him. He had told her it was a good thing to be an educated woman, allowing her to read his novels and teaching her what he could. Alexander had always accepted that Y/N was a part of Philip’s life. Although the boy spent a great deal of time at boarding school, they had continued to write to each other. When he returned, they had begun to court, secretly meeting around Alexander’s strict study routine for his son. Alexander, once he learned of it, had accepted, and even encouraged, their relationship.

And Eliza- Eliza was the kindest, gentlest woman Y/N had ever known. She had adopted Y/N as an unofficial daughter, always treating the girl as her own. She must have been heartbroken, finding out of her husband’s affair. Y/N had to wonder whether Alexander had told his wife in person, or if she found out through the pamphlet. Was he cruel enough to do that?

More than anything, she was angry that he had the nerve to hurt Y/N’s husband, the sweet, smart boy she had fallen in love with. He didn’t deserve this, none of them did.

She was surprised when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up quickly. Philip looked sheepishly at his feet.

“I’m sorry, my love. I was just so upset, I couldn’t bare to see anyone. I- I was sure that after what my father had done, you would be convinced that I was the same way, and- and leave me.”

Y/N stood up and hugged him as best she could. “I love you, Philip. I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m here for you. I would never leave you. You’re not your father.”

Only yesterday, those words would have hurt him- he had wanted nothing more than to be just like his father. But now, they were a comfort, a reminder that he had Y/N.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

My Dearest, Y/N,

I hope that you understand that you had nothing to do with the decision to face Mr. Eacker in a duel. He had spoken about my father in a way that I cannot allow. Though my father has made mistakes in the past, I still have undying respect and love for him. So, yes, I am currently at Weehawken. I have agreed to duel George Eacker. I pray I do not die, for I love you and our child and would never want to leave you, however, if I do, know that I love you more than anything else in my life. You have made these years bearable, made the darkest moments happy ones.

Your Love,

                  Philip Hamilton

“No!” she shrieked. She had awoken only moments before to find the note on her desk. “No, no, no, Philip.”

Y/N hopped to her feet, struggling to make herself decent as quickly as possible. Perhaps Philip hadn’t left yet, perhaps the duel hadn’t begun. Or perhaps it was over, and her husband was safe and sound, on his way home.

She saw no trace of him in the home, racing through the halls for any sign. She checked on her baby, still asleep in the crib. She made a rash decision to leave the child there- no harm could come to her daughter, there were a few servants in the house.

Y/N ran out the door, taking a carriage to the Hamilton’s house. When she arrived, in nothing but her nightgown and dressing gown, she was thankful to see Eliza standing before her.

“Y/N, my dear, what’s wrong?” she asked kindly, noticing the girl’s attire and tear-stained face. Y/N almost threw the note at Eliza, who read it, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Come with me. Is your child alright?”

Y/N nodded quickly, following Eliza to the carriage. After a short ride, they arrived at Angelica Schuyler-Church’s, where Philip was being kept. Alexander was already kneeling next to his son, talking in quiet sentences, openly crying.

“No!” Eliza screamed, taking in the sight before her. She ran to her son’s side, taking his hand and squeezing it. Y/N was frozen in shock, watching as her husband laughed and talked with his mother as if he was okay, although he was obviously nervous. She realized if she didn’t move soon, she might never see him again.

“Philip,” she breathed. He looked up at her, his face brightening the tiniest bit when he saw her.


She ran to him, nodding thankfully when Eliza and Alexander let her take their spot by his side.

“Oh, Philip, no,” she whispered, taking both his hands and closing her eyes, laying her head lightly on his chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.”

She began to sob. “My love, please don’t leave me, please.” Y/N opened her eyes and looked at him, taking in his beautiful eyes and hair and face. He offered her a small smirk.

“I’ll try, my love, I’ll try.”

She kissed him, letting him tangle his fingers weakly in her hair. Then she laid her forehead on his, squeezing his hands.

“I remember the day we found out we were getting married.”

Philip smiled. “Which happened to be the day we found out we were having a child.”

Alexander and Eliza were surprised at the exchange, realizing they had gotten married so soon only because they had a child on the way, but said nothing.

“And the day I had her,” Y/N mumbled. “When you cried and cried because you were a father.”

Philip blushed but laughed. “Yeah. I just- saw these two beautiful girls, the most gorgeous in the world, and I thought, How did I get this lucky?”

She smiled. “And I thought, wow. I married the most handsome, kind, smart man I’ve ever met, and now he’s crying.”

They both giggled, closing their eyes and remembering their long history.

“You’re going to leave me soon, aren’t you?”

Philip smiled sadly. “My love, it’s beyond my control.”

She tried to grin back, but instead, she kissed him again. “I’ll give you a moment with your parents.”

“Just a moment,” Philip insisted. “I- I want to go staring at the most beautiful person in the world.”

Y/N stepped back, watching tearfully as Eliza recited the numbers in French, Philip following along like when he was a child. When she realized the life was going out of him, Y/N ran to his other side, grabbing both his hands and staring into his eyes.

She was in this position when he stopped reciting. She was staring into his eyes as he told her he loved her one more time and kissed her gently. She was crying and squeezing his hands when he stopped breathing.

Y/N barely watched as Alexander tried to comfort Philip’s mother, but she yanked her hand away. The young widow surprised herself by leaning into Alex’s touch when he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her.

“It will be okay,” he whispered, though he was crying himself. “It will all be okay.”

She let out a sob. “I- I have nowhere to go. I can’t live there alone. I can’t- can’t raise her alone.”

“You can stay with us,” Eliza said once she had calmed down and made her way over to Y/N, taking her hand. “We would be honored to help you out until you’re back on your feet.”

She rocked the baby gently in her arms, singing a soft lullaby. Eliza came up behind the young girl, smiling.

“Is she settling down?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “The day she settles down is the day I get some sleep.”

“Here,” Eliza insisted, happily taking the baby into her arms and cooing. Y/N giggled, perching on her bed and beginning to pick up the mess her baby had made.

“Hey, Eliza?” Y/N paused, looking down at her hands. “I think I’m ready to move out.”

Eliza frowned. “Are you sure, dear? You’re always welcome here.”

Y/N smiled. “Thank you. You have been such a great help, Eliza. I- I couldn’t have done it without you. But I’ve decided to move back home.”

“With your parents?” Eliza asked, confused.

She shook her head. “No, no, back- back home. Where Ph- he and I used to live.”

Eliza softened, wrapping her arms around her. “Good luck, Y/N. We’ll always be here for you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N replied. She bit her lip and looked down. “I miss him, Eliza. So much.” her voice cracked, making Eliza tighten her grip.

“I know, Y/N,” she said. “We all do. He loved you, you know. He would always talk about you-” she chuckled. “Whenever he came home, it was all about you. He adored you.”

Y/N smiled bitterly. “And I him. Goodbye, Eliza. I’ll come by to visit tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

Y/N took a bag with some of her possessions, deciding to come for the rest tomorrow, and her daughter into a carriage. When she entered her house for the first time since a few days after Philip’s death, she was surprised to find herself happier: she was home.

Although that night she put her daughter to bed alone, and when she got in her own bed Philip’s side of the sheets were empty, she knew she was never truly alone.

“Goodbye, my love,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Y/N could have sworn she heard a soft voice whisper it back.

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anonymous asked:

DVa and/or Lucio with an s/o who doesn't understand why the two stars actually hang around them? Like they have a lot of self doubt and stuff?

A/N: Just doing D.va on this one, since the request I did yesterday is fairly similar and I used Lucio for it. Hope you like it!

*Yeon-in (연인) is a term of endearment for couples in Korean*

D.va’s fingers deftly maneuvered over the controller, her inputs prompting her character on screen to perform a long combo strike, followed by a finishing move. You sighed, dejectedly placing your controller on the coffee table. The match was over and D.va, as usual, was the victor. The Korean superstar was one of the best gamers in the world, though playing against her was always a learning experience, at the very least. “GG!” D.va cheerfully spoke, winking at you as the screen faded to black, returning to the character select screen.

“Can’t you just let me win one of these?” You groaned, it was hard to know you’d always lose to her, but spending time with her was always enjoyable. The two of you had bonded quickly over video games, and while her skill overshadowed yours, you each clearly enjoyed one another’s company. She giggled, causing your heart to flutter, despite being one of the most outspoken members of Overwatch, D.va certainly was one of the cutest.

“Sorry yeon-in*, you’ve gotta earn a win!” She laughed, pausing as she noticed your down turned gaze.

“It’s still hard to believe that you and I are, like, a thing.” You murmured, inwardly doubting how someone as popular and renowned as D.va could possibly feel this way about you. You weren’t anything special, at least that’s what you told yourself. You didn’t have the abilities of someone like Tracer, or the skills of someone like Sombra, or even the charisma of McCree, you felt sorely out of place surrounded by such notable heroes.

“Why is that hard to believe?” D.va chirped, placing her controller down besides yours as she snuggled close to you, wrapping her arms around your stomach. You relented as she buried her face in your chest, physical affection was always the surest way to reassure you that this relationship was very much real.

“I mean you’re a superstar, and I’m just me, you know?” You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her closer, earning a short hum from her. “What about me is so appealing?” You continued, searching for both validation and compliments. D.va pushed herself away, looking sternly at you, she had that motivated look on her face, the same one she had when she asked you out.

“What’s so appealing?” She looked almost offended, “I’ve never met anyone as sweet as you, someone who’s so loving and caring. How could you suggest that you aren’t appealing? We’ve been practically attached ever since you joined up, we’re almost inseparable. Do you really think I’d spend that much time with someone if they were unappealing to me?” She pulled you in close, pressing her lips against yours for a few moments before separating. “I love you. I always have, and I always will.” She winked, hugging you tightly, prompting you to return the gesture. “Now, who’s ready for round two?” She giggled, grabbing a controller from the table.

“Thanks.” You chuckled, plucking the controller from her hand, “But this time, I get to pick the stage!” You both laughed, settling back into the sofa as you each selected a character.


Here is another fic for my Kink List - #67 Group Sex: Padackles for @nothin-after-79.  This doesn’t get too terribly far into this storyline…I maybe plan to continue to the juicy stuff at a later date??? TBD.

Summary: Jared and Jensen get home to find something shocking in Jared’s living room.

warnings: making out, switching spouses, nothing too explicit here, J2, GenxDani, JensenxGen, JaredxDani, 100% wife-positive!

word count: ~1150

Jared opened the front door of his Vancouver apartment for Jensen, the two of them finally finished with their post-Comic Con meeting with the higher-ups.  It was past dinnertime and they had texted their wives letting them know they’d be later than expected. They both were hoping neither Danneel or Genevieve would be upset that they were late.

Jensen hung his coat in its usual place behind Jared’s front door, slipping his shoes off as he did so. He had been at Jared’s place just as much as his own, it seemed, and it was second nature for him to feel right at home as he walked in.

Jared followed suit, getting rid of his coat and shoes as Jensen headed inside the apartment to the living room.  

What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

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Daughters of Mischief (4/?)

TITLE: Daughters of Mischief 


AUTHOR: whisperriddle

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being the adoptive mother to two powerful  (and mischievous) teenaged witches. One day you answer the door to meet a man (Loki) claiming to be the girls’ father, come to take them home with him. You all go to Asgard to sort out the twins’ custody, and at first Loki’s convinced they…



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Jenny and Mary looked at each other after their Mom left the dining hall. The two could feel Lilly’s sadness, and once the door had closed, signaling that Lilly had actually left, the two girls began to speak to each other. 

Mom’s sad,” Jenny said, poking at the cake, or pie, or whatever passed as dessert here. Mary hummed in agreement, “I know. She doesn’t want to lose us.” 

“She wont!” 

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Attack on Titan Episode 30


I have this acquaintance who seems to believe that I’ve been unfairly circumspect regarding my opinion of this (and other) episodes. I am aghast (aghast, I tell you) at this ruthless judgment of how I best enjoy my cartoons.

To defang such a callous accusation, this seemed like the way to go.

(Featuring xtreme whining, manga spoilers like whoa, more whining, and maybe a few spots of joy. Who can say. I haven’t started yet, and I’ve never done a liveblog before. It’s a surprise for everyone.)

So, Attack on Titan Episode 30, “Historia.” Let us begin!

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“Realization” - Requested Oneshot

“Realization” - Requested Oneshot

My Masterlist - Here

Victor Zsasz x Reader

Word Count: 1,260

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Violence, Cursing, Cuteness

Summary: @dontphunkwithmylove

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing from not the reader’s point of view. So I hope I did okay. Also, I apologize to everyone who has requested prompts to me. Things have been more difficult than I thought recently and caused me to have a delay in all of my writing.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Victor’s P.o.V

I never intended to be in this position, but I’m not necessarily upset by it. For once, I saved someone.

I was watching a target from a fire escape. He was some low life that Don Falcone had a bone to pick with. I didn’t question it. If Don wanted him dead, he was going to be dead within the hour. Nothing about this guy seemed to be dangerous or aggravating until she came by.

An attractive woman was heading through the alleyway to probably get home quicker. But this scumbag saw her and took his chance. I watched him walk up to her. They were talking and she obviously didn’t want anything to do with him. He pinned her against the wall and got too close to her; his hand traveling up her thigh while the other pushed her hip against the brick of the building. She screamed for help, and I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Usually things don’t bother me in Gotham. But if a woman gets harmed or objectified in any way, I interject with no questions asked.

As the douchebag’s body fell, I made my way to her, holstering my gun and trying my best to look decent. She was obviously shaken, so I fully expected her to say no to my offer to walk her home. But she surprised me. Once she put together that I was the one that shot him, she actually felt safer walking with me.

She led the way and started conversation. Her name was (Y/N), a name that fit her perfectly. She told me about herself and how she was new to Gotham. I didn’t think I would talk much, but there was something about her that made me want to talk to her. I didn’t share too much, but I was myself.

I was myself and she wasn’t scared of me.

When we did finally get to her place, I did yet another thing that was new for me: I asked her out. I never thought I would even consider a female figure in my life. But I wanted her.

And that brings me to today.

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